#bc he thinks romano turned him down

[nc-vb]

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭

this is a repost from my old blog! and also the first fic i wrote for tumblr lol.

pairing -> vinsmoke sanji x reader

notes -> feminine terms (mellorine, mademoiselle); kind of based off of a scene from that vr one piece game; y/n is a new straw hat member i guess + her noble family kinda sucks; kind of rushy bc i didn’t feel like writing a backstory lol; honourifics are used; maybe a little suggestive…? just in case

wc -> 1.2k

“What a cute kitchen!”

Your eyes can barely contain their sparkle as you take in the final room of the tour. Smiling, you’d realize it’s already occupied by the light chopping sounds coming from the left of the entrance. You approach him from behind, tapping him on the shoulder. “There you are, Sanji-san,” you’d gently called, not wanting to startle him in the middle of his food prep.

“Ah, _______-chan!” Throwing a careful grin of his own over his shoulder to you, he sets down his knife at the edge of the cutting board to turn completely around to you. “I was wondering when you’d make your way in. You’re just in time – I’m making lunch!”

“I’m sorry it wasn’t sooner,” you apologize with a small laugh. “I think Nami was just a little… excited? Relieved? That she wasn’t “the only woman” on the Merry anymore, I mean. Her grand tour felt more like a tea date.”

“No apologies necessary; making you feel at home with us comes first. Do you?” he asks.

“I do,” you reply easily. “Our captain encouraging me to toss a chair at my window to escape was probably one of the first signs of that one for me.”

Sanji chuckles. “I’m glad. Well, what do you think?” He raises his arms from his sides, inviting you to take in his safe haven.

“It’s quite lovely, as I suppose kitchens normally are?” You glide your fingers across the island, enjoying how smooth the surface had felt on your skin. “This is my first time being inside one.”

“Your first time?” Sanji repeats, genuinely shocked.

Nodding, “I was never allowed inside ours,” you explain. “My parents were… very conservative and traditional in their ways. It may have stemmed from them being apologists of the World Government and the Celestial Dragons, but they always said that entering such places would be beneath our name.” You sigh deeply. “I always knew they were wrong.”

For a moment, Sanji is quiet, the slight tapping of your shoes and the bubbling of the boiling liquid in the pot overtop the stove the only sounds filling the room.

“I didn’t know you were also the chef until Nami mentioned it in her tour,” you add, your voice soft. “How wonderful.” You sniff the air, your lips quickly rising once more in appreciation of the scent filling the kitchen. “Wow… That smells incredible.”

Sanji’s lips part in awe at you, watching you move closer toward the stove. Not wanting to hang your head directly over the pot, you waft the vapour closer to you, inhaling deeply.

“What do you call this, Sanji-san?” You gesture into the pot. “I’m not sure I’ve ever had this before.”

“… it’s called Sugo all’amatriciana,” he says, making his way to join her side. “A sauce made of tomatoes.” From the drawer to the right of the stove, Sanji steals a spoon. “Panchetta. Pecorino romano.” Having given the sauce a stir with a ladle, he dips the spoon inside to scoop some up. “Onion and garlic.” A hand cradling beneath the spoon’s curve, “and a bit of basil.” He lowers it toward you, and your blink. “Try it.”

“Really? Could I?”

Sanji’s lower lip curls inwards, pinching the inside flesh between his teeth when you lean forward to blow lightly on the sauce. Lips parted, you barely release a breath, one just strong enough to begin cooling it, before taking it into your mouth and sucking back the contents in the spoon.

“Sanji-san… this is delicious!!” you gush after a moment spent savouring the flavour. “It’s the perfect amount of garlic, and the pecorino tastes so fresh–” You hum almost excitedly at the leftover flavour on your tongue. “You really are such an amazing chef.”

Sanji’s grip on the handle falters, the metal slipping from between his thumb and forefinger and clattering to the floor, his other hand coming up to clap over his own mouth. Immediately, you’re turning to the cook with worry.

“Sanji-san, what’s the matter?” you ask, reaching out to him. “Did I say something wrong? I’m sorry if I did, I-I–”

“I…” You frown, the skin of your forehead bunched together in concern. “I just didn’t expect you to be so cute.”

“C-Cute?!” you exclaim, your face instantly exploding with heat.

Sanji swears his entire body stalls at your expression; like a set of cogs that’s lost one of its gears, the chef goes still, but his heart continues to pound beneath his ribs. As you attempt to collect yourself, Sanji slowly extends his hands out toward you, and places them on your shoulders.

“San… ji-san?”

“______,” he practically whispers, head tipped down toward yours. You swallow, nerved by the intensity in his one visible eye. “You really are the cutest.”

“I-I… Sanji…”

This time, your warmth is contained to your cheeks. Sanji’s smile is sweet, crooked with the relief of not being pushed away by his new female crewmate or battered on the head by them. The gentleness in your eyes entrances him, and before he can control himself, the young cook leans forward toward the young deckhand, his eyes shut and lips searching for yours. A small breath escapes you before you’re able to reel it in—it would be your first kiss. Your first kiss with, practically, a stranger. And yet, you can’t bring yourself to pull away— it’s actually quite the opposite.

Hands having risen to balance your trembling body against him, they press into the lapels of his blazer, your fingers winding around them to give him a slight tug toward you. Eye swirling with adoration, Sanji is quick to fit his lips to yours, his own hands respectfully daring to come up to rest above your hips. With a small sigh, you press into him just a little more firmly, a little more curiously, steadily becoming more and more listless the longer your kiss goes on, and despite the loss of air in your lungs, you discover it to be difficult to pull away from Sanji, your hands releasing his suit and travelling to hold him to you by his nape.

The sharp hitch of your breath should have acted as a sign that you should pull away, that you should break to breathe, but you couldn’t bear to let him go. Feeling the tip of your tongue suddenly dart along his lower lip, tasting the faintest hint of tobacco that had lingered from his last cigarette, Sanji chuckles into your mouth. Cheeks flushed and chest heaving, he gently insists on bringing you back down to earth with a subtle tap against your side that has your eyes opening. Finally, you part from him, sucking in a breath so deep that it nearly has you choking on it.

“M-Mellorine, mellorine,” Sanji calls to you over your heavy panting, a hand rising from your hip to tilt your chin toward him, “you have to breathe at some point, no?”

“I-I… I… guess…”

Sanji blinks at you, his own face flaming once again. Did she sound… disappointed? His hands, warm and slightly calloused at the tops of his palms, slide around to hold your face in them.

“I adore your enthusiasm, mademoiselle, but if you pass out, I can’t kiss you how I want to.”

© nc-vb 2023 please don’t repost! reblogs & comments are always appreciated.

[da-gamingojichan]

Who actually has sex with a prostitute and who “Holden Caulfield”s with them out of like your main bitches

ive never read catcher and the rye and had to like deep analyze this ask with mein friends to understand it but i think i get it now. SO!

italy - he has a divine mission given to him by god to have sex with as many people as humanly possible on this planet before he dies. theres no other possible explanation to why he has such good bed game. anyways hes forsaken this mission because he loves his ugly husband more than god (and now hes hastag LOYAL because germany got him addicted to that true love cocaine)

germany - LITERALLY WOULD NEVER EVER HAVE SEX WITH ANYONE UNLESS HE IS MARRYING THEM FOR TRUE LOVE. my boy does not do sex without love he learned from prussia that if you have sex before you are married and love someone forever then your eyes will fall out and you will die and go to hell. bro is a giga virgin he aint even had his first kiss on the mouf before italy lawl (to be fair bc italy is also his first and only lover ever)

romano - he actually has tried sex with prostitutes before but see romano is a faggot who refuses to admit hes a faggot. like he only shoots for women but hes gay and it just doesnt work yknow and its not like he has internalized homophobia either its more hes just a fucking idiot. like he genuinely thinks he loves women its just he has a weird relationship with them because he kind of sees women as like the idea of "soft girl nice smells good must be gentlemanly and polite" and he is gentlemanly and polite and sweet to girls but its because theyre sort of alien to him because of this mindset you feel me? he loves women but its because he has an idea of them as if theyre another species in a way and not in that misogyny way its more just... lack of experience and being with girls and only hearing about them. so romano is too stupid to realize that he should be hiring male prostitutes to fuck and ends up getting humiliated by a girl prostitute one time and deciding hes never doing that shit ever again. i think romano is a virgin who has never banged anyone until he dates and fucks prussia because he keeps failing at getting girls n shit and never aims at guys because he hates everyone. but if he could he would bang bitches. virgin not by choice so hes a technical incel! 😄 involuntarily celibate !!!!

prussia - he ABSOLUTELY. believes in sex with love. hands down. see prussia constantly says he wants bitches and shoots for bitches but its because in his heart he knows hes going to fail. like if he ever actually scored a hoe he would get really awkward and be like w-what? and then get scared and run away while insisting hes not running away. he is not meant to ever get bitches and if he did get one hed fumble as fuck immediately. he genuinely believes in having sex with the person you love most in da world and obviously drilled that into germanys head too but he would never yell this shit from the rooftops bc its kinda gay and all. i think he gave his virginity to frederick but thats because i think frederick was prussias first lover ever and a genuine true love of his. i think if he could he wouldve married frederick but i think frederick turned down his proposal because he knew he would die and leave prussia alone and prussia would be too loyal from the bonds of marriage to ever go out and find a new love after he would pass away. but yeah i think prussia only bangs people if theyre his one true love.

- benson regular show doesnt do prostitutes hes too busy risking his life (against his will) for a video game flavored milkshake

[urmomsstuntdouble]

brother of mine

aka an itabros character study (?) there are characters and they’ve been studied, idk what else to tell you. this has been in my head for a long while, though i got a lil experimental with how i wrote it. anyway, this is a bit important to me and i know there’s like a lot of really good takes about their relationship already out ther, but here’s mine! i hope you enjoy it!

(pov romano, written in present tense 2nd person, in case that’s a turn off for you. all of the emotional baggage you’d expect.)

6:09- Wake up, still tired. Nothing you can do about that, but you stay in bed a little longer, listening. Is your brother awake yet? Do you want him to be? It’s already noisy outside. 

6:13- Get out of bed after spending four minutes staring at that photograph of your fiance and you that’s taped to the wall. You wonder if you should frame it, but he hasn’t gotten you a ring yet, so you don’t know if he’s serious, or he’s also in love with you. And if you were to frame it, you’d have to take the tape off, and that would render your likeness without a face. Would that be so bad? And you don’t want to think about that, so you push the blanket off. Because you sleep naked, you get cold fast without the blanket. At first, you try to sink deeper into the bed, but that dosn’t work. There’s no goosebumps on your back. So you get up and put clothes on. 

6:15- You walk into the bathroom, pleased that the time is such an even number. A perfect quarter of an hour. But then you see your brother, standing at the mirror, straightening his wavy hair. You sigh, and ask him how long he’s gonna be in the bathroom. You need to straighten your hair too, and you can’t use the toilet with him standing there. Maybe you could’ve at one point, or on a better day, but today isn’t one of those days. 

6:39- You finish straightening your hair. Your brother is still in the bathroom, even though he doesn’t need to be. He’s crosslegged on the toilet, and you’re paying closer attention to your hair than his rambling, but you still know when to nod and fake-laugh. 

6:52- You don’t pay attention to traffic on the way to work, despite driving. It was your turn to drive, but you’re not in the mood to drive. But you can’t ask your brother to drive, because then he’ll worry about you, and you’ll have to tell him why you’re fine. He’ll never believe you. He says he wants to help you a lot, but he never does, at least not in the way you need. Maybe he doesn’t understand you, or maybe you’re just stupid to him. Can he see you, really? Is he even trying? Maybe you are stupid, or maybe you can’t be helped. You almost hit a woman and her daughter, and you scream out the window that they need to walk faster. You don’t believe yourself, and your brother can tell. You growl. Maybe that’ll change his mind. 

7:28- You arrive at the Parliament building. Your brother gets out of the car first, almost while it’s still moving. Don’t want to be late! he chirps, but the pair of you can’t be late. You can’t give the nation avatars their morning briefing if they’re not there. And you’re not even supposed to be there until eight, anyway. You say nothing of this and call him a dumbass. 

7:37- You’re walking slowly through the halls. You have 23 minutes, and you are alone. Some coffee would be nice. You don’t trust yourself to get coffee and get back in 23 minutes, so you don’t. 

8:00- You walk into the briefing room. Your brother is already there. He gives you a little wave when you walk in. Heat flashes through you, and you feel like you could rip a cork out of a bottle with your bare hands. There is no way to test that, because there are no bottles in this room. You sit beside him, in the chair unofficially designated as yours, and begin the briefing. 

9:00- Another meeting. A headache nips at your temples, and you tell yourself it’s not because you didn’t get coffee. It is. In the meeding, someone mentions your separatists, and you straighten your tie. You also shrink back into your seat. They blame you, or maybe think you have answers. You don’t. You are glad your tattoo is covered. 

10:00- You have nothing to do for now, so you read the news. Your brother is doing paperwork. You should be doing paperwork. If you didn’t share an office, you wouldn’t feel so bad about not doing the paperwork. The sound of his pen on paper grates at you. You can hear his progress as the ball-point gets scratchier. You keep scrolling down the news app on your government phone. 

11:00- You start your own paperwork after the third time your brother harrasses you about it. Hundreds of Lovino Vargas’s make your wrist hurt, but he looks smug about finishing first. 

12:54- You get a chunk of your work done. Your brother’s fucked off somewhere without telling you. You leave the office, leave the building, and find a wall to lean against. You smoke, watching your people. If they’re yours? Things are fuzzier in Rome. You wish they weren’t. No one else is so weak in their capital, and it’s only okay because Veneziano is weak here too. A girl smiles at you, and you blow her a kiss. Her blush is cute, but you can’t enjoy it because you’re engaged. 

13:12- Your brother finds you. He wants to get lunch. You say fine, unenthused. You get lunch from a street market. When the vendor hands your food across the counter, your fingers brush. The look in his eyes changes, and he gapes. He knows who you are. You wink at him, and he stands a little straighter. Your brother knows what’s happened too, and beams at him. He pays in a stack of coins. The vendor chuckles, and stares at your brother in awe. They shake hands while you hold your brother’s lunch. You need to get back to work, so you take your food without shaking the vendor’s hand. 

14:00- It’s another hour passed. Your pen sounds different when you sign your name, but the victory feels hollow. You’re slow. 

15:00- It’s warm. Too warm. You’re heavy, and you want to take a nap. You’re sweating again, and miss the ocean. You can’t remember the last time you saw your fiance. You should make arrangements to see him again. 

16:00- It’s still warm. You’ve sweated through your dress shirt. Maybe you should take your blazer off. But then people will know you’re sweating. And your brother isn’t sweating. You keep the blazer on, and wipe your forehead with a tissue. With the tissue still in your hand, you excuse yourself to the bathroom. You wipe under your arms with toilet paper, and stare at yourself in the mirror. You’re behind, and you sort of miss the times when you didn’t have paperwork. It was better for your wrists, but worse for everything else. Even so, you could lean back on your fiance’s chest whenever you pleased. He had a soft spot for you. Everyone else’s soft spot is for your brother. You wonder if your fiance is the only person who will ever have such a soft spot for you. You splash your face with cold water and pat it dry. Your eyes looked better when they were lined with sweat. 

17:00- It gets loud outside. You continue working. 

18:00- It’s still loud. You’re still working. Your brother takes a break, smoking by the window. There’s sweat under his arms. A secratary walks in to deliver more papers. She likes his suspenders, and he thanks her. He blows her a kiss. You know, the whole point of smoking by the window is to keep the smoke from getting into the room. The secratary leaves. You ruined it. 

19:00- Your brother drives you home. It’s his turn. He pays attention to traffic. You pick at your nails, and wrestle some words down. Your head throbs, and you need a smoke. Or some coffee. 

20:11- You’re home. It smells like you, and you can breathe. It also smells like your brother. Maybe you smell the same. 

20:47- Dinner. You sit down, punctuated by an opening door. You brother’s boyfriend walks in, and he makes him a plate. You shake your head, and push food around on your plate while they talk about trade deals. You wish he wasn’t here. Or maybe you wish you were somehwere else. Maybe you wish you were on the beach, or maybe you miss your fiance. Actually, you always miss him, but most of the time you’ve forgotten. Watching them talk about the trade hurts anyway. It’s not even trade between the two of them. You figure it out and realize that you wish you were human. If you were human you never would’ve met your brother. You’d never have left Sicilia- Or maybe you’d be married to your fiance by now. Whatever. You wouldn’t know either of the men on the other side of the table, and it would be a better life. 

21:03- You brother’s boyfriend is gone. You’re screaming, and so is your brother. You’re both armed with wine glasses, and you feel yours slipping in your hand. You don’t want to drop it, because he’ll help you clean it. You can see it now- The glass falls and shatters, and you fall with it to pick up the pieces. Your brother’s hands meet yours as he does the same. You scream at him and someone bleeds while the other shouts into a pillow. You drink the rest of your wine. You try to talk so fast that you dribble wine down your shirt. Your throat feels tight and your voice pitches up, and now you sound like him. You tell him he’s stupid and obnoxious and he should’ve kept his half of the country. His eyes widen. Yours would too if someone was yelling at you in your own voice. You both ruin your shirts with tears, and Veneziano drops his wine glass. Good job, you say, and track footprints of wine out of the room. 

21:49- You need to go to sleep. You can hear your brother talking to his boyfriend on the phone. You wish it was light enough to see the picture of your fiance on the wall, and you don’t want to get out of bed to turn the light on. You know it’s there, and that helps, but you really wish you could see him. 

5:03- You didn’t sleep much last night. The quiet in the house hurts a little. You’re still in yesterday’s clothes. You wander downstairs. The floor is clean now, and the kitchen door is open. Your brother is outside. 

5:06- You’re not sorry and you let him know. He’s okay with it and you sort of wish he wasn’t but you’re glad he understadns. He makes you cry too much, but you also make him cry a lot. Maybe you shouldn’t live together. You don’t say that, because it might make him cry again. 

5:08- His head is on your shoulder. You can’t move. You think you’re supposed to put an arm around him and be comforting. Your hands were always too rough, too violent, too dirty. They never learned how to love gently. You wouldn’t know how to comfort. You were never supposed to learn what tenderness was. Last night, you wished you hadn’t. 

5:18- You hug him. He does most of the work. You bury your face in his shoulder pretending it’s someon else’s. 

5:19- He’s sorry. You don’t believe him. 

5:20- You say thank you. 

5:21- Niether of you talk. You might not be ready to talk yet. Is it okay, you ask him? He shrugs, because he’s not ready either. No one’s ever ready. 

5:24- You agree to try again today. You both know it won’t work. You try again. 

[niicevibe]

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 | 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈

i'm so ridiculously in love with this man, it is a terrible obsession, and so here's this quick, self-indulgent lil thing i wrote for him and me reader. i feel like a goober tho, this is the first piece i've posted on here besides an oc story and my headcanon collections LOL

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 -> feminine terms (mellorine, mademoiselle); kind of based off of a scene from that vr one piece game; y/n is a new straw hat member i guess + her noble family kinda sucks; kind of rushy bc i didn't feel like writing a backstory lol; honourifics are used; maybe a little suggestive...? just in case

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.2k :)

“What a cute kitchen!”

Your eyes can barely contain their sparkle as you take in the final room of the tour. Smiling, you'd realize it's already occupied by the light chopping sounds coming from the left of the entrance. You approach him from behind, tapping him on the shoulder. “There you are, Sanji-san,” you'd gently called, not wanting to startle him in the middle of his food prep.

"Ah, _______-chan!" Throwing a careful grin of his own over his shoulder to you, he sets down his knife at the edge of the cutting board to turn completely around to you. "I was wondering when you'd make your way in. You're just in time – I'm making lunch!"

“I’m sorry it wasn’t sooner,” you apologize with a small laugh. “I think Nami was just a little… excited? Relieved? That she wasn’t “the only woman” on the Merry anymore, I mean. Her grand tour felt more like a tea date.”

“No apologies necessary; making you feel at home with us comes first. Do you?” he asks.

“I do,” you reply easily. “Our captain encouraging me to toss a chair at my window to escape was probably one of the first signs of that one for me.”

Sanji chuckles. “I’m glad. Well, what do you think?” He raises his arms from his sides, inviting you to take in his safe haven.

“It’s quite lovely, as I suppose kitchens normally are?” You glide your fingers across the island, enjoying how smooth the surface had felt on your skin. “This is my first time being inside one.”

“Your first time?” Sanji repeats, genuinely shocked.

Nodding, “I was never allowed inside ours,” you explain. “My parents were… very conservative and traditional in their ways. It may have stemmed from them being apologists of the World Government and the Celestial Dragons, but they always said that entering such places would be beneath our name.” You sigh deeply. “I always knew they were wrong.”

For a moment, Sanji is quiet, the slight tapping of your shoes and the bubbling of the boiling liquid in the pot overtop the stove the only sounds filling the room.

“I didn’t know you were also the chef until Nami mentioned it in her tour,” you add, your voice soft. “How wonderful.” You sniff the air, your lips quickly rising once more in appreciation of the scent filling the kitchen. “Wow… That smells incredible.”

Sanji’s lips part in awe at you, watching you move closer toward the stove. Not wanting to hang your head directly over the pot, you waft the vapour closer to you, inhaling deeply.

“What do you call this, Sanji-san?” You gesture into the pot. “I’m not sure I’ve ever had this before.”

“… it’s called Sugo all’amatriciana,” he says, making his way to join her side. “A sauce made of tomatoes.” From the drawer to the right of the stove, Sanji steals a spoon. “Panchetta. Pecorino romano.” Having given the sauce a stir with a ladle, he dips the spoon inside to scoop some up. “Onion and garlic.” A hand cradling beneath the spoon’s curve, “and a bit of basil.” He lowers it toward Mavis, who only blinks. “Try it.”

“Really? Could I?”

Sanji’s lower lip curls inwards, pinching the inside flesh between his teeth when you lean forward to blow lightly on the sauce. Lips parted, you barely release a breath, one just strong enough to begin cooling it, before taking it into your mouth and sucking back the contents in the spoon.

"Sanji-san... this is delicious!!" you gush after a moment spent savouring the flavour. "It's the perfect amount of garlic, and the pecorino tastes so fresh–" You hum almost excitedly at the leftover flavour on your tongue. "You really are such an amazing chef."

Sanji’s grip on the handle falters, the metal slipping from between his thumb and forefinger and clattering to the floor, his other hand coming up to clap over his own mouth. Immediately, you're turning to the cook with worry.

"Sanji-san, what's the matter?" you ask, reaching out to him. "Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry if I did, I-I–"

"I..." You frown, the skin of your forehead bunched together in concern. "I just didn't expect you to be so cute."

"C-Cute?!" you exclaim, your face instantly exploding with heat.

Sanji swears his entire body stalls at your expression; like a set of cogs that’s lost one of its gears, the chef goes still, but his heart continues to pound beneath his ribs. As you attempt to collect yourself, Sanji slowly extends his hands out toward you, and places them on your shoulders.

"San... ji-san?"

"______," he practically whispers, head tipped down toward yours. You swallow, nerved by the intensity in his one visible eye. "You really are the cutest."

"I-I... Sanji..."

This time, your warmth is contained to your cheeks. Sanji’s smile is sweet, crooked with the relief of not being pushed away by his new female crewmate or battered on the head by them. The gentleness in your eyes entrances him, and before he can control himself, the young cook leans forward toward the young deckhand, his eyes shut and lips searching for yours. A small breath escapes you before you're able to reel it in—it would be your first kiss. Your first kiss with, practically, a stranger. And yet, you can’t bring yourself to pull away— it’s actually quite the opposite.

Hands having risen to balance your trembling body against him, they press into the lapels of his blazer, your fingers winding around them to give him a slight tug toward you. Eye swirling with adoration, Sanji is quick to fit his lips to yours, his own hands respectfully daring to come up to rest above your hips. With a small sigh, you press into him just a little more firmly, a little more curiously, steadily becoming more and more listless the longer your kiss goes on, and despite the loss of air in your lungs, you discover it to be difficult to pull away from Sanji, your hands releasing his suit and travelling to hold him to you by his nape.

The sharp hitch of your breath should have acted as a sign that you should pull away, that you should break to breathe, but you couldn’t bear to let him go. Feeling the tip of your tongue suddenly dart along his lower lip, tasting the faintest hint of tobacco that had lingered from his last cigarette, Sanji chuckles into your mouth. Cheeks flushed and chest heaving, he gently insists on bringing you back down to earth with a subtle tap against your side that has your eyes opening. Finally, you part from him, sucking in a breath so deep that it nearly has you choking on it.

“M-Mellorine, mellorine,” Sanji calls to you over your heavy panting, a hand rising from your hip to tilt your chin toward him, “you have to breathe at some point, no?”

“I-I... I… guess...”

Sanji blinks at you, his own face flaming once again. Did she sound… disappointed? His hands, warm and slightly calloused at the tops of his palms, slide around to hold your face in them.

“I adore your enthusiasm, mademoiselle, but if you pass out, I can’t kiss you how I want to.”

© niicevibe | please don't repost! reblogs appreciated 💛

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do u read fics if so do u have fic recs specifically gerita bc i’ve found like no good gerita fics whatsoever

i dont tend 2 read fanfics n when i do its mostly on the subway to n from different things so i mostly only read one-shots (i hope ur not looking for anything multi-chapter lol). but yea its hard to find good gerita but when u do it is SO GOOD. here r my favs: - We Do Not Speak of Berlusconi at the Table by puella_nerdii Summary by author: "Italy invites Germany and Prussia over for Sunday lunch. Romano disapproves, Prussia displays questionable taste in paintings, and Germany will not let go of the mandelbrot." This is one of my fav fics, if not MY FAV. How to describe it except brilliant, amazing, talented, showstopping. The characterisation is amazing, Veneziano, as the good host he is, desperately wants everything to be perfect for Germany and Prussia, Romano doesn't share the sentiment. Germany wants the dinner to be perfect for Veneziano's sake, Prussia doesn't share the sentiment. Prussia and Romano play off each other so perfectly and everything is just exactly how i envision them, love it sm. - Salvatore by MudaMuda Summary by author: "Being stranded on an island gives Veneziano an excuse to do nothing but lay around naked and tan. And to tease Germany." The fic that made me n Arcade lose it. Exactly what it says in the summary. - Taste of an Apple in a Dream by Unknown. Summary: "I’m a sickly child with a sack too full of dreams, I know that. A stubborn brat living a bitter life." This one is more HRE-centric with a bit of HRE/Italy from first pov which Im usually not a fan of but this one is amazing (as you've noticed I'm horrible at putting my feelings into thoughts). also what i like about this hre fic is that it doesn't establish hre as becoming germany, bc i personally don't think germany n hre r the same person. anyway next. - Dating Advice for Germans and Americans by ElapsingSpiral. Summary by author: “Ludwig and Alfred have one thing in common: questionable taste in the people they turn to for expert dating advice.” Ok so one multi-chaptered one lmao. It contains UsUK which I don't like but Im willing to put up with it for the good n perfect GerIta dynamic, also i love Germany n England's friendship <3<3 i think they have the potential 2 b best buds. (there is some talk of the iron cross tho x_X but UGH with the lack of good gerita content u have to take what u can get, its nothing big tho super minor). anyway i just love germany experiencing problems in his relationships n turning to england instead of just talking to vene lmaooo also gerita arguing over interior design is so real. this fic is so good n hilarious. my fav part: “”Did you pick a method?" Arthur frowned in thought then gave a nod of understanding, "Oh, of how I want to die? No. I'd prefer not to, actually, if that's alright. You see, I-" Mid-sentence, the German made a lunge for him and Arthur opted to jog backward down the hall, quickly turning about as he made the living room and darting around the back of his sofa. The German stood on the other side of the chair and continued to stare him down, looking to Arthur not unlike a guard dog that had cornered a robber. "Arthur. What were you thinking?”” - Ardent by VampireNaomi Summary by author: "Germany and Italy's weekend together is interrupted when Italy has an unexpected emergency to deal with, leaving Germany to spend the day alone." Germany-centric ish, really good.

EDIT: HOW COULD I FORGET THE FSNFIC THAT STARTED THIS BLOG: Make it Convincing by Jacquzy

Summary by author: “Germany and Italy pretend to be engaged. As usual, everything is Romano's fault.” yea those r the ones I've read n still remember n can find :D hope you like em!!!!!

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Hi~

Can I have your hcs for kinks and general unsuitable behavior for our tumblr sexyman Lord Kirkland? (bonus points for any time specific nsfw hcs)

Alrighty *cracks knuckles* this'll serve nicely as my entrance ticket to hell

[clearly this is Not Appropriate do you need a warning]

Positions and Locations

1. Incidentally I also think Arthur prefers to bottom, but in engport's particular case I don't think it matters because even if Arthur ends up topping more with Port, he gets his needs met by others (mainly Francis because Francis definitely prefers to top)

1a. technically speaking arthur has no preference when it comes to physically being on top or bottom, he just prefers prostate orgasms so if he does top he'll sometimes wear a plug or wait to come

2. From the 15th-18th centuries (give or take) he liked doing it in all sorts of thrilling places: ships, crows nests, prison cells, important people's offices, libraries, battlefields, random historical buildings. But nowadays he appreciates the material comforts more and likes a nice soft bed -- though he still has sex way more than is probably moral in his office/his partner's office

3. Bonus non-nsfw hc (i'll just sprinkle these in): I love the idea that Arthur dozes off really easily when he feels comfortable, like a cat. He might not even know he's comfortable, but he'll often fall asleep curled on Port's bedspread or on Francis' couch cuz it just feels floofy and familiar and his cat brain is like, ok naptime! In terms of sleeping arrangements he also feels safest when there's someone (he trusts) between him and the door -- Port is the only one to whom he's verbally confessed this (because he thinks it's embarrassing that he needs to be "protected") and Gabi has made it a point to remember this preference for centuries.

Sexual Orientation/Preferred Types

4. He's more into men than women, and tries to avoid women entirely when it comes to casual sex. He will sleep with nations he knows well like Belgium, Hungary, or some of the German states, but if it's picking someone up at a bar (which he did way more often in the 60s and 70s than now) it's definitely a guy.

4a. he usually goes for guys broader/stronger/taller than him so he can be held down and fucked silly. Not really into twinks (Kiku is an exception but that is cuz no one can match Arthur kink for kink like Japan)

5. I've already said this to you cake but it bears repeating: Arthur almost exclusively fucks drama queens. Never mind that he bitches about France's mercurial moods or Port's spontaneous "leave me alone" rants, guys like Norway or Germany just don't do it for him. Nor do the constantly cheerful ones like Italy or the constantly annoyed ones like Romano. He loves that melancholy aura, that "I'm not sulking I'm thinking" attitude, that maudlin je ne sais quoi at 4 AM. He wants them moody and slightly salty about everything, that's what he wants.

Kinks

6. Spanking, caning, flogging. Scot (or was it wales?) once described Arthur's sexual preferences in a fic as "alarmingly public-school for someone who's only attended university" and it doesn't get clearer than that. He loves being manhandled in general and while he will keep an eye open when he's with strangers or nations he doesn't know as well, when his frequent lovers indulge him he's down for anything that doesn't draw (too much) blood.

7. He likes bondage; both giving and receiving. Gags, spreader bars, the whole lot. He has a collection, right next to his riding crops ;)

8. Collars. COLLARS. He's not into actual pet play but he LOVES collars and if he's feeling especially freaky, leashes. It turns him on so bad whether he's the one wearing it or the one holding the leash.

9. Praise and humiliation both do it for him. He's one of the best when it comes to dishing it out (he's got the spewing filth while sounding prim and proper thing down to an art).

10. He appreciates toys and makes good use of Francis' extensive collection if he does not already own something himself. He often uses vibrators or dildos when he masturbates and brings them (always shamefully) with him when he travels, just in case. Port, who otherwise meticulously collects other knickknacks, does not actually possess that many toys because Arthur always brings them with him and Port's often too lazy to use toys with other lovers anyways.

11. He also has a profound competence kink. He expects the worst from everyone while keeping his own standards high, so when someone excels at something that blows his expectations out of the fucking water? He's all over that. Notable historical examples include when Francis is especially impassioned about a particular political cause and rinses someone in a debate, when a nation absolutely wipes the floor with another nation's army in a war (this was almost the exclusive reason he had sex with Gilbert in the 18th century), when Port teaches him new languages (their "lessons" are always longer than expected).

Other Unsuitable Behaviour For a Gentleman That Don't Classify as Kinks (Speed Round)

12. He has a very high libido but won't admit it

13. He loves it when Port wears lingerie

14. He wears tight, high waisted pants when he goes out at night bc he knows it makes his legs look good (but won't admit it)

15. When he's relaxed he's quite good at making conversation -- people often find him witty and pleasantly flirtatious

16. He loves riling Port up so he can get pounded the way he wants it

17. He likes large hands

18. Hairpulling is also a kink

19. I realized i titled this section not kinks but here we are

20. he used to have sleeve tats and tattoos all over his back and my god Francis and Gabriel worshipped him. He's too lazy (and stingy) to get so many nowadays though, especially cuz they fade so fast.

21. in threesomes he likes DP and spitroasting, especially if he's the one taking it

22. that was the filthiest sentence I've ever written so I'm gonna end this by saying he likes cuddles after sex but -- guess what? -- he won't admit it.

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Do you have any more random observations about Sanders Sides? The last post with them was really cool

Gladly, kind traveler!!

We’ve been to Patton’s and Virgil’s rooms, but the remaining sides have all taken Thomas to a different realm of sorts (the debate room, the theater, the court room, and that weird black place from Forbidden fruit)

Roman resorts to Remus humor/ideas a surprising amount for someone who is terrified of being seen like him.

Virgil actually counted out every single time that Thomas had overthought a problem athd. Did he slow down time to make all the scratches in the wall? Does he make one new scratch for every time? Did he just bullshit a number? Also, him waving the scratches away is pretty cool. 

Patton started taking off his pants in aio when Roman said that “I wear the pants in this house!” And yet, in aa, Patton made Thomas put his pants back on. 

Thomas has a Very Specific track that plays almost every time something gets sentimental (like in Roman’s speech during aa) and it makes me tear up every time

The fact that they didn’t come up with and answer to ““why do we wake up in the morning?” Is kinda concerning, ngl. Also, that is a really long episode name hh (what even is the abbreviation?? wdwwuitm?)

Remus is even paler than Virgil, and obviously has darker eyeshadow, and yet everyone comments on *Virgil’s* makeup

Roman has had two food nicknames so far (Romano cheese and romaine lettuce)  and has made two food comments (maybe more), one about corn and the other about mashed potatoes, and honestly same 

Janus tends to turn his face when he’s lying, I believe. It’s especially prevalent in clbg, but I’d need to watch the other Janus eps to make sure that he keeps that habit 

Roman refers to the Dragon Witch with she/her pronouns, and yet her voice was really deep and decidedly amab, so yeah she’s definitely trans and also I love her

Roman takes off his shirt like a girl. This statement makes total sense, I promise. I’m guessing most of y’all have seen that post with girls vs boys taking off shirts? That. (And if any of y’all wanna check, Roman starts taking off his shirt near the beginning-ish of lntao)

We haven’t seen Remus with purple hair, which makes me so, so sad. Do you think the tips of his mustache were purple, too?

Roman was wearing three-ish, four-ish layers in athd. I’m surprised he didn’t get heatstroke

Logan canonically is turned on by meeting deadlines, and that is the most cursed information within the entire show, Remus included. And no one mentioned it, for some reason??

When Thomas called Logan cool, the transcript reads “disbelieving scoff” and then he sinks out

According to his playlist, Remus is a toesucker. I am not surprised.

So, from what I’ve seen, the sides’ tics are: For Logan, adjusting his glasses and tie; for Roman, running his hands through his hair (and one or two times he fiddled or clutches at his sash); for Virgil, fiddling with his sleeves, and blowing at his hair (idk he does that often tho); for Patton....I actually can’t think of any at the moment, unless putting your hands in your hips counts as a tic; for Remus, that hand thing he did, idk what to call it; and Janus is so smooth and coy that I doubt he has one, though fiddling with his gloves would probably be most likely

Virgil just wanders around Thomas’s house, apparently?? Does he like...knock down glasses sometimes?? Can he interact with Thomas’s apartment?? 

Patton has the blinds, Roman has a tv and a lamp, Virgil has stairs, and Logan has what, the door?? The kitchen??? A hallway??? Why does he have so much room?? No wonder Janus has impersonated him the most, Logan actually has room to breathe over there

The dark sides seem to have trouble rising up?? Like, I’m excluding Remus’s first appearance bc he was crouched behind a tv and ambushing his brother and that’s a bit different than the standard rising up. Like, think about it, Virgil has risen up only twice, I believe, at the end of the two-parters, and Janus, when revealed, just sorta...appeared. And when he was impersonating Logan the first time, he wobbled a bit when rising up, and the second time, he just popped into the lowdown, and at the end of the lilypadton scene, he just kinda walked into place or smth. Remus rose up from behind the tv, but after that, he just kinda appeared and reappeared later. I wonder why?

Thomas has a lamp, tv, a light switch and a window all within five feet of each other. 

Logan used to stand in roughly Virgil’s spot (the first couple eps), and Roman used to stand in Patton’s spot. It’s so strange to me when I rewatch the eps.

The first time Roman rose up, he kinda....rose up from the side? In a rainbow motion??? How did Thomas even DO that??? 

I’m also confused as to how they made roman’s hair look like it was being pulled in logic vs passion

Roman has like three-ish (his shirt seems to be made of two parts, idk if that counts as a second layer or not lol) layers, even with a black shirt underneath, while Remus has a wide collar with no undershirt like the gay slut that he is

Aaaannnd that’s all I can think of for now but THANKS for asking it’s so fun to do these (I hope I didn’t repeat any lol) and sorry for any spelling mistakes It’s like 2am lol

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Ὀδύσσεια + τό ἑκᾰτόν

OR The Odyssey + The 100, an in-depth look at parallels to Homeric canon in season 6, and how the themes and motifs present on Sanctum mirror Odysseus’s 10-year journey back to Ithaca.

DISCLAIMER: I was a Russian Lit major, not a Classics major, so I’m not an expert on this. I did study Ancient Greek and Ancient Greek Drama for 6 and 2 semesters in college, respectively, though, but my expertise is more on The Iliad than The Odyssey so just...cut me some slack lol

If you’re not down for this 2.7k word mini-dissertation, here’s your chance to turn back.

So for those of you who don’t know me, I’m a major Classics nerd. I studied The Iliad in the original in college (and yes, I will be writing a series of metas about how s1-5 are The Iliad so keep an eye out for that), but The Odyssey remains, arguably, Homer’s most prolific epic. I’ve never parsed the text in the original, so I’m not going to be doing any sort of text-to-quote analysis because I think using a translation would be a disservice to the text (major Classics nerd. cannot stress this enough.), but I’m gonna be doing a rundown of all the major stops on Odysseus’s journey and how The 100 has mimicked each and every one of those stops in season 6 thus far.

Still reading? Cool, let’s do this thing.

Some of you may have already read my theory on the anomaly and how I think what lies inside is something like the Island of the Lotus Eaters. If you haven’t read it, you can check it out here, but brief summary: the Lotus Eaters is the first stop Odysseus and his crew make. The Lotus plant is so entrancing that it makes people forget all about their lives outside the island and coerces them to stay there, stuck in a sort of opiate-like blissed out haze of chillness for the rest of their lives, and I think that may be what’s happening in the anomaly, not time travel like others have theorized. Cool, moving on.

The next stop of Odysseus’s journey is the island of Polyphemus, the cyclops who intends to eat him and his men. 

(Giulio Romano, Polyphemus)

They manage to escape when Odysseus (using the fake name of “Nobody”) blinds Polyphemus and they hide under the bellies of his sheep in order to avoid detection as they escape his cave.

Let’s think, how does this relate to our heroes? What’s happening right now on the show, going into episode 6x12? 

(gif credit: @commander-anya)

Clarke is pretending to be Josephine in order to blindside the Primes and help her people escape.

In The Odyssey, this is a continuation of the theme of “hosting” or “guest-friendship” (a term I’m borrowing from wikipedia since I’ve been out of school for over a year and don’t feel like actually thinking for this pseudo literary analysis). We saw this with the Lotus-Eaters, and we see it again with Polyphemus. But the Cyclops is a bad host. So are the Primes. 

Polyphemus’s host gift to Odysseus is that he tells him he’ll eat him last. He won’t spare him, but he’ll give him longer to live than the rest of his men. One of the drawbacks, is that means Odysseus is going to watch all of his people die, one by one, until he meets his demise. 

God, how many times have Clarke and Bellamy watched their people suffer? And now the Primes have a way to make nightblood. They’ve turned Echo into a nightblood. Who’s next? Presumably all of them, one by one, until all the Primes are brought back to life. And with Clarke masquerading as Josephine, how many of her people is she going to watch be tortured? How many might she lose in tonight’s episode and in next week’s episode before they manage to beat the Primes and escape? How much have they lost? How much more must they lose?

We also get our first hint of the theme of “cunning over strength” (a term I’m borrowing from SparkNotes because, again, I really don’t feel like putting more effort into this than I already am lmfao) at this point in The Odyssey. Odysseus devises a plan to escape the Cyclops that involves very little violence compared to the blood-soaked battles that we saw in The Iliad. Rather than brute force, he uses his cunning to escape. 

Clarke is going in as Josephine. She's not going for brute force. She’s not barging in with an army (that part comes later). This move is pure Clarke, all head. Going with the most cunning plan, not the most direct, not the most violent, the most strategic. 

Clarke Griffin is Odysseus.

GODDAMN IM LOVING THIS. I digress.

The next major plot point in The Odyssey is Odysseus running into Aeolus, the god of the winds. 

(source unknown by me, but this image is public domain)

He gives Odysseus a bag containing the four cardinal winds which, when opened at the right time, will send him straight home to Ithaca. His men think that the bag secretly contains a treasure that Odysseus is hoarding for himself and they open the bag, releasing the winds, and sending their ship even further off course than before, prolonging their journey.

I stumbled over this one for a second because it could be a few different moments in season 6. Gabriel giving Clarke info on how to take down the Primes? No, where’s the sabotage there? Murphy attempting to help Josephine to get mind drives for him and Emori? No, he ends up doing the right thing and puts them on the right track. Spacekru & friends devising a plan to defeat the Primes and Madi attacking them, sending them off the proverbial course? Hmm, sounds about right.

To make this easier for me, let’s call Bellamy, Echo, Emori, Murphy, Jordan, Miller, and Madi Spacekru 2.0. Well, they’re trying to make their plan to “work with” the Primes so they can get a compound, a home, for them and their people. But Madi is the crew to Spacekru 2.0′s Odysseus. She has her own agenda. She wants the treasure, she wants her revenge. 

She attacks the Primes, releases the winds as it were, and all hell breaks loose.

(gif credit: @bellamyblakepositivity)

They’re thrown off course. How will they ever get their compound now? How will they get their home? 

[Fun etymology fact break: Homecoming is stylized in The Odyssey as “νόστος” (nostos), when an epic hero returns home via voyage by sea, aka the MAIN theme in this epic. We get the word “nostalgia” from nostos, mixed with άλγος (algos) which means pain. Nostalgia is the pain of yearning for the past or for home. Is nostalgia/homecoming not one of the key themes of The 100? Is it not one of the key themes of The Odyssey? (also you could probably write an analysis of how nostos is a hero returning by sea and the way that space and the sea are often visually/metaphorically compared, the way you navigate both domains in a ship, the way you have an odyssey and a space odyssey....but that’s a discussion for another time)]

Next up on the journey? Aeaea, Circe’s island. 

(gif credit: ? if anyone knows, hmu so i can give credit please!)

Circe was a witch who turned men into animals (mainly pigs in The Odyssey, but in another myth, into a woodpecker, which isn’t relevant, I just think it’s funny). Here we get the motif of transformation and false appearances, a continuation of the Nobody plot, and a motif that we also see with the Primes taking over other people’s bodies, constantly transforming their appearances. 

While climbing a mountain to reach Circe’s palace, Hermes points Odysseus to a plant which will make him immune to Circe’s transformation magic. Why does this sound familiar......

The neural mesh in Clarke’s head gives her resistance to the mind drive allowing her consciousness to survive the “transformation.”

 Like the Island of the Lotus Eaters (and the anomaly) Circe has the ability to manipulate the passage of time, or rather, the perception of the passage of time. Odysseus loses quite a significant amount of time trapped on her island. (It’s not actually 5 years, the mini-series fudged that bit a little since Homer never specifies how long it is, but I’ll forgive you, The Odyssey mini-series, because I love you so very much that I cried when I found you on DVD in a tiny Wal-Mart in the backwoods of Tallahassee two years ago)

We also get another look at the complicated theme of guest-friendship on Circe’s island. She is, quite simply, a terrible host. She traps Odysseus’s men, just like the Primes trap Spacekru 2.0. Odysseus frees them. It’s on Clarke to free her people from the terrible hosts that are the Primes. There’s a joke in there about the Primes bodies being hosts to the mind-drives. Anyway.

Odysseus’s next stop is the land of the dead. He descends into Hades (a very perilous feat) to talk with the blind prophet Tiresias. He also talks to Anticlea, his deceased mother.

My god, if that stop isn’t exactly 6x07 Nevermind. 

Clarke talks to Jake Griffin, and tells him she thinks she’s dead, she’s ready to give up, she’s ready to let go. Odysseus tells Anticlea he feels the gods are against him, his journey is fruitless, he’ll never make it home. I don’t think that parallel could be more obvious if it punched you in the face.

I think maybe Monty is Tiresias in this scenario, giving Clarke advice and helping her navigate the mindspace so she can send a message to Bellamy that she’s alive which will give her the advantage of having an ally on her side. Odysseus promises Tiresias he’ll make a sacrifice to him once he gets back into the world of the living bc the dead feast on blood or something like that, but that’s like Clarke promising Monty she’ll do her best to continue to honor his challenge to her to do better. So cool. Love it.

(gif credit: @janemichaels)

Thematically, this mimics the theme of “testing” that’s present in The Odyssey (thank wikipedia again for helping me on this one lmao). You get Odysseus’s men’s loyalty being tested, and you get Odysseus’s identity itself being tested.

Clarke is tested when she is faced with the option of giving up and letting go. Spacekru 2.0 (and particularly Murphy and Emori) are tested when they learn Clarke is gone, then learn she’s alive. Will they be loyal enough to her to save her? Hint: yes, obviously, because Spacekru 2.0 is way better than Odysseus’s crew. Will Clarke decide to push forward and fight for her life? Hint: yeah, duh, because she’s just as badass as Odysseus. 

Next comes the sirens. 

Odysseus’s ship sails through the isle of the sirens, whose song lures sailors to their deaths. Odysseus makes his men stuff their ears with beeswax so they won’t be tempted by the song, but he ties himself to the mast, wanting to hear it. I kinda struggled with this one, but then I realized, at this point, we’re not looking at Clarke as Odysseus.

We’re looking at Octavia as Odysseus.

Octavia is faced with her greatest fear. She ends up running into the anomaly after Diyoza. If I’m right about the anomaly being sort of the Lotus Eaters, then we could assume that the anomaly holds Octavia’s deepest desires; that might have been what she’d have seen if she’d chosen the green box. She hears the call, and resists. The temptation and the overcoming thereof. 

I think that’s clear enough, so I’m gonna skip ahead to the passage between Scylla and Charybdis.

Earlier, Circe had warned Odysseus of this choice he would have to make. Choose the 6-headed monster on the left and lose at best, 6 of his men. Choose the whirlpool on the right, and lose them all.

[Sidenote: how interesting is it that the anomaly is associated with a spiral shape, mimicking that of a whirlpool? Should we believe that if they enter the anomaly it is, in fact, certain death that awaits them? Or is it a metaphoric whirlpool, and they’re just being sucked in, never to return to their original mission of returning home (*cough* Lotus Eaters again *cough*)?]

(gif credit: @aryastarktheshewolf)

So I think this choice is reminiscent of Octavia’s choices of the red box versus the green box. Presumably, face her greatest fears or her deepest desires. She chooses the red box. Better to face her fears and risk dying that way than face her desires (the same green of the anomaly anyone??) and risk getting sucked in like Diyoza was, never to return. 

She never saw her deepest desires in the forest (from what we saw) so it makes sense that she would choose the red box. She knows she can escape her fears. Blodreina no more. But if she faces her desires, who’s to say she could ever turn back? 

(gif credit: @daeneryskairipa)

Cool cool, so freaking cool, I love these parallels so much, y’all. 

Now we get to explore the most Prime-like example of “guest-friendship” in The Odyssey.

Ogygia. Calypso’s island. 

[Fun etymology fact break: “Kαλύπτω” (kalupto), the word that lends its root to Calypso’s name, means “to conceal” or “to deceive.” Calypso is “the one who conceals,” she’s “the deceiver.” “Ὠγύγιος” (ogugios), which lends its meaning to Ogygia, means “primeval” or “primal.” The Primes...the first settlers of Sanctum...the ones from the earliest ages (another interpretation of the word). The Primes, the deceivers. The Primes, the primeval ones. Hmmm.]

(screencap from The Odyssey mini-series, 1997. btw, Vanessa Williams will ALWAYS be Calypso in my mind)

Calypso offers Odysseus a home on Ogygia, but he will have to abandon his dream of returning to Ithaca, to his home, to his wife, Penelope, and to his son, Telemachus. She actually prevents him from leaving for seven years (more warped passage of time a la the anomaly), effectively keeping him prisoner. But he wants for nothing there. He is fed and clothed and bathed and sheltered. 

Our heroes are offered a home on Sanctum, but it’s not all it appears. It’s not the paradise they’re lead to believe it to be. They’re deceived. 

[EDIT: Leah @braveprincess offered an interesting take on Calypso, which I absolutely HAVE to share with y’all:

Anyway, let my rant continue]

In order to stay, they must sacrifice Clarke, Madi too, and well, now, all of their people the Primes want to make into nightbloods. They’re prisoners in Sanctum. They can’t leave, not only because the Primes won’t let them, but because what awaits them is the Children of Gabriel and the mysteries of this new planet. Their best chance at survival is with the Primes. But that also means compromising and losing people they refuse to be without.

Bellamy is Odysseus now. Clarke is his Penelope. 

(gif credit: @bellarkedaily)

He won’t negotiate with the Primes. He won’t sacrifice Clarke. Shut up, I’m not crying, you’re crying. 

Athena asks Zeus to intervene, so he sends Hermes to tell Calypso she must release Odysseus. Odysseus leaves to continue the next, and last, part of his journey. His return home. 

Bellamy leaves Sanctum to save Clarke. Once he has her back, they can continue their final journey, building a home on this new world. Or so we hope. 

But who knows? We haven’t seen the finale yet. Maybe they’ll stay on this world. Maybe not.

Some people have been theorizing that they’ll return to Earth (via time travel or whatever it is, which I don’t really buy but whatever), which would be a really nice conclusion to the theme of nostos, but the problem with that is right now, there is no Earth to return to. Nostos only works if there’s a home to go back to. And that home, usually, must be unchanged from when the hero left to fit into the proper meaning of the word.

So, what would be the best way for The 100 to get our heroes back to Earth to fulfill this Odyssey-esque narrative that they (probably unwittingly) have set up? 

SEND ‘EM INTO THE ANOMALY!

Let them chill there, enjoy a little bit of paradise, let time pass super fast in the outside world while it passes normally for them, let Earth recover, and send ‘em back. But that bit is more of a pipe dream than anything else and I doubt that’s what they’ll do. I’m not a big fan of most anomaly theories, but I think that could be a cool one. Who knows.

Anyway, that’s all I have for today. Next week post-finale, I’ll probably work through the rest of The Odyssey, with Odysseus’s return to Ithaca, defeating the suitors, and winning his wife back, if all goes to plan with beating the Primes. So if you liked this (admittedly rambling half-cocked mini thesis paper), keep an eye out for that one. 

After this season, I’m gonna be doing a series on how seasons 1-5 are actually The Iliad, so if you wanna scream about Classics & The 100 with me, just drop a line in my ask :)

[therubyjailcell]

Cheating - [Spiderverse Prinxiety Breakup Fic]

I wrote a thing on the Spiderverse Sides AU Discord server, in response to @zodiaclivesmatter (who i can’t tag apparently???) and their proposition of angst for Roman cheating on Virgil with a male prostitute. Modified the (accidental) prompt a little, but it’s here folks. It’s obviously a part of @ask-spiderverse-virgil and @sugarglider9603‘s Spiderverse Sides AU, with my compliments.

Pairing: Prinxiety

TW: Angst without a happy ending (at least so far, bc nobody asked for one), a small mention of alcohol, sex, and panic attacks (without any description), I think there is a swear word (because I can’t not swear, i’m sorry)

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Virgil and Roman get into a huge row, after Roman got hurt badly in a fight. It's just that, Virgil was worried and repeatedly told Roman to be careful... But Roman didn't listen. Roman never listened. And it drove Virgil crazy. They had so many fights because of this, because Roman got injured stupidly... This time was just too much. Roman's stupidity hadn't only hurt him, but Logan as well, because the latter had tried to help. And when the couple fought that time... Roman screamed at Virgil that maybe he should just break up with him, since he was so stupid. Virgil stared at him silently, shocked. And Roman stormed out before Virgil could say anything.

Roman was so angry. He was hurt too. Physically but mostly... Virgil had said some painful things, and obviously both of them had been hurt and mean, but Roman felt like Virgil didn't care. So he decided to hurt Virgil. He went to a club, found a guy. They hung out. Drank. Had sex. It was... Okay. He supposed. He was too angry to care. He stayed the night out.

Virgil was terrified. He was alone in his room, he couldn't move. What Roman had said before leaving... He felt awful. He didn’t mean to hurt Roman, he didn’t mean to say he was stupid (while the action was, Roman was definitely not), he didn't mean all of these things he had said. He was just so worried, he was so scared... And Roman. Roman had said they should break up... Did he mean it? Virgil was terrified. He didn't sleep that night. Spent the night having silent panic attacks, feeling bad, crying. What if Roman meant it? Virgil couldn't do it. He couldn't break up with Roman. He wouldn’t be able to manage without Roman.

Roman didn't come back the next day. He wasn't angry anymore, and he only realised now how upsetting and terrifying it must've been for Virgil. His boyfriend and his best friend getting hurt because Roman hadn't listened, because Roman had been too proud to admit being wrong? It must’ve been more than terrifying, especially for someone as anxious as Virgil. Roman felt terrible. He had cheated on his boyfriend, after scaring him to death, and probably hurting him badly with the way he had left. Roman came home late that day.

When Roman got home, Virgil was still in his room. Hadn't gotten out all day. But as soon as he heard the front door, he was up, opening his door slightly. Roman froze when he saw Virgil's face, terrified, panicked, clearly showing a lack of sleep and how much he had cried. They stared at each other for a bit. And Roman opened his arms, and Virgil ran to him and hugged him tight. Roman didn't say anything about the previous night.

Virgil apologised for what he had said. Roman didn't say anything about what himself had said, and even less about that night. Roman tried burying the guilt he felt with his pride. And Virgil felt like he deserved what Roman had said, despite a part of him screaming Roman should at least apologize.

What Roman hadn't planned was the fact that the guy he had slept with had his number. And the guy tried to call him several times, and Roman ignored all his calls. Except... He left his phone unattended. And the guy called. Virgil told him someone was calling, and Roman distractedly told him to get it for him, pretty please? Virgil answered the phone.

"Hey, Romano... Why aren't you returning my calls?"

Virgil frowned at the tone used by the caller, but didn't comment.

"Sorry, Roman couldn't come to the phone, but I can give him a message?

- Ah, sorry. Yeah. Could you be a lamb and tell him I called? I really had fun that last night. I'd love to do it again. He knows my adress, so he could come there."

Virgil froze. What? He stayed silent for a bit, managing somehow to keep his voice even when he spoke again.

"That last night, being..."

When the man give him the date of the night, Virgil stayed silent for a minute. Then…

"That's really great news, seeing as I am his boyfriend and that night we had a fight. I'm glad he was that quick at getting back on track after that."

The man on the phone stayed silent, stunned, then apologized profusely, saying he didn't know. Virgil mumbled a “Whatever.”, before hanging up and putting the phone back on the kitchen counter. He stared at the void, his jaw clenched, his hands gripping the border of said counter tightly. The silence that followed was deafening. Roman came in the kitchen, at first smiling, turning nervous when he saw Virgil's face.

"Who was it that put you in such a rage, Emo Nightmare?"

He walked to the kitchen, grabbing himself a glass of water.

"You never told me what you had done, after we fought, that night." Virgil's voice was cold, quiet, calm. Angry. Roman froze.

"I just... Walked in the city." His laugh was nervous.

"Don't fucking lie to me Marigold." Virgil didn't turn around.

Roman gulped. Virgil was tense, so tense, his voice was so cold. Virgil felt like he was going to break.

"I wasn't the only one who hurt the other that night. But you never apologized. For leaving, for worrying me so much, for the things you said."

Roman opened his mouth but Virgil turned to face him, and that shut him up right away. Furious didn't express how angry Virgil looked.

"You know what's hurting me the most? You didn't say anything."

His face seemed to get darker and darker, his anger still growing somehow.

"You obviously knew it would hurt me. You obviously knew you shouldn't have done it, because you didn't say anything. And yet... Yet you made me feel like it was all my fault for weeks now. You acted like a coward. You are a coward."

Roman stepped back as Virgil growled this.

"And you stayed silent. You didn't apologize. You still haven't, by the way."

A silence, and Roman didn't manage to utter a word. Virgil let out a pained snort, shaking his head and sneering. Roman gulped and reached out to him. Virgil stepped back with a disgusted face.

"Don't you dare. Don't you dare touch me."

Roman felt his heart shatter. Virgil's was already in pieces, but Roman staying silent was just breaking the last pieces. Virgil let out a shaky laugh, feeling his eyes tearing up.

"I don't want to be around you. You're... I don't wanna see you. We're done." And he left, and locked himself in his bedroom.

Roman stayed frozen in the kitchen. He knew tears were rolling down his cheeks but he couldn't move. This was his fault, he knew it. But he still felt like he was breaking. Over and over and over. He went back to his room, his gaze hazy, taking his phone with him. He sat on his bed, staring into the void. Virgil was crying in his own bed, feeling broken.

Virgil called Logan after an hour. Begging him to come home. Logan was there in a matter of minutes. Virgil told him the whole story. Logan was furious. But he just held Virgil. And when the others came home, he told them the story. When Patton came to ask Roman his version, Roman didn't even attempt to defend himself. He simply shrugged. He felt too empty to talk anyway.

Virgil stayed in his room all the time. Logan spent a lot of time there as well, trying to help his best friend. Patton was disappointed in Roman, but it was still his friend, and he wasn't sure what to do. Roman moved out of the house. He couldn't be that close to Virgil, he couldn't hurt him more, and Logan's glares were terrifying enough. Roman didn't attempt to repair the damages, and Virgil couldn't be the one trying, he didn't have the strength. So when Roman left, Virgil stayed in his room and cried.

[jcylenz]

4, 11, 16, 19 (if you want) 😚⛄🌈

ask meme for muns

4. Can you tell us about your 5 favorite muses?

In alphabetical order, bc I can’t make an actual top list ranking them, but I still need some kind of order.

Alice Fortescue - The one baby I played the longest and in most situations and groups. My actual baby. She is the mother hen of Hogwarts, has a knack to become a martyr for the causes she believes in, she fiercely loves her friends and family and suffers I think one of the most tragic fates in HP altogether.

Darcy Palmer - (tw death) Translator and interpreter who traveled the world and fell in love with a woman high up in a gang (unknowing of all of that) that resulted in her witnessing the murder of the woman she loved, almost dying herself and her own sister getting killed in the process as well. Now she has to make her way through life in witness protection under a completely new name and identity, separated from the rest of her family while having to deal with her demons in the dead of the night.

Glenda Chittock - My tiny baby who started out with her nose in between the pages and who felt more comfortable around books than around people. She barely did anything, barely experienced everything. And then an illness of her little brother opens her eyes and makes her realize that she has to go out and try things. Ans slowly she opens up, can communicate with people more. She has a never-ending knowledge that she always spurs out at people whenever she is nervous. She first works for the Daily Prophet as a journalist, and then eventually realizes that while her rambling doesn’t work in writing, she can’t get her points across, in a medium where she can talk, she can be captivating and interesting, hence why she starts doing her own radio show - which is the only canon fact we know about her.

Heidi Bergen - (tw abuse) Oh boy, where do I even start. This baby went through so much shit in her life to get to where she is. Happy first few years, then being separated from her dickhead father and older brother, her mother practically abandoned her little sister and her so she had to raise her sister. All of this turned into anger that she didn’t know how to handle, isolating her from everyone except for her own sister. She was angry at the world and the world was angry right back at her. She found a release in boxing, but the attitude and the need to push most people away remained - while also clinging to any romantical partner she had with tooth and nail, desperate to find somebody who wouldn’t leave her in the end. Resulted in her being in an abusive relationship that she could barely get out of and after she ran off to halfway across the country to make sure she is really far away from the dude. She’s a kickass criminal defense lawyer and in different versions of her she was either fighting with any kind of clients or specifically protecting crime syndicates.

Isabel de la Vega - My narcissist, self-centered merm whose backstory resembles the little mermaid’s story in many ways, but is so completely different from that fictional character. She arrives to Soapberry, a town where the supernaturals can openly walk around and be themselves, running from her past mistakes and failures and tries to make a new life for herself while also having a superiority in her, a constant need to be right, be the center of attention and not share anything personal about herself.

11. Can you tell us about your favorite ship?

Uhhhh, why are you doing this to me? How am I supposed to choose just ONE? I’m going to cheat and say top 5 here too because I’m horrible and can’t be helped. In alphabetical order, bc I can’t make an actual top list ranking them, but I still need some kind of order.

Alice Fortescue/Amos Diggory (@theeriinyes) - my first Alice ship that started out as a kind of “oh we won’t go there because it’s not canon” and ended up with us absolutely going there because we couldn’t help it. They grew up together, fell in love slowly. He was a playboy, she was the mother hen. He wanted nothing more than to keep his family safe, she wanted to fight in the war beyond reason or logic. They loved each other more than anything and it’s been years and years and I’m still not over them honestly. They had a baby in the mids of the war and after Alice suffered the fateful ending of hers, Amos visits her every day, hoping that she’d wake up one day and remember him and their family. And now lemme just go and weep.

Ariel/Eli - My first ever big otp in RPing. Ariel was my OUAT indie who was struggling with having her memories back, dealing with the real world and the fairy world being so different and wanting to leave Storybrooke to explore and have adventures while not being able to because of the border-amnesia thing, while Eli was a wandered who had a shadow inhabiting his body since he was a kid, they were one and a same at this point and the two of them accidentally met and fell in love and oh boy was it beautiful. I loved them so freaking much and even though I’ve lost touch with the player of Eli since then and it took me incredibly long to even find Ariel’s old blog, I still think about them sometimes and weep over how beautiful they were.

Darcy Palmer/Diego Chavez (@diegojaimechavez) - Honestly they came as a surprise I think to both of us because we originally planned to have a completely platonic relationship between these two, but then they both went and had feelings for one another and there was no stopping them. “Enemies” to friends to lovers where they were forced to work together considering Diego was charged with keeping Darcy safe, so even though they were constantly fighting with each other, they couldn’t just stay away due to their situation, and then slowly they started opening up to one another and realizing their own errors and finding the good and lovable in the other and now they are dummies in love who refuse to admit or say it out loud but still have such huge trust and respect for each other that nobody is breaking that.

Carlota Fuentes/Gianluca Romano (@pedrazamaria​) - I mean, any of our babies could be on here, I could have really just made a list of top 5 just out of our babies but I restrained myself lol. But these two. One is the daughter of the leader of a huge gang while the other is a drug dealer in said gang. They didn’t really notice each other until one night they hook up and then they fall in love without meaning to. One never really looked for love but found it with him, the other was never considered worthy of love until she came along and they were happy. And then shit went down, torture and hatered and misunderstanding and they are pulled apart and for years they barely even interact, only for a family tragedy to bring them close again. Him hurting her on accident, without intent, and then her hurting him back in ways she knows would cause most pain because she is trying to protect her heart. It’s a mess, it’s tragical, they probably should stay away from each other, but they love each other too much to not gravitate back to each other sooner or later.

Alice Fortescue/Evan Mulciber - Unfortunately I can’t tag anyone here either, and I know this looks weird and unnatural to anyone who knows just the tiniest bit about the Marauders Era, but I swear it worked and it was beautiful. Alice was the one who would give the benefit of the doubt to anyone, Evan was the misunderstood antihero, ruthless to most but fiercely protective over those whom he considered family. They dated and were arranged to be married. And then the Mary incident happened and Alice broke things off, but the arranged marriage stayed. They were platonic, but Alice still saw the good in him and he still considered her family. He was impulsive and she tried to think through things, he was blamed for so many things he didn’t actually commit and she saw through the lies and knew he wasn’t to blame. It was complicated and simple all at the same time. And as weird and strange as this pairing sounds, I loved them so, so, so incredibly much.

16. How long have you been roleplaying?

It’s really fucking insane to write it down, but it’s been close to 10 years now. I started RPing around the end of S1 of Vampire Diaries. It was on LiveJournal, I brought Anna back from the dead and played her in a Hungarian RP. After that, I transitioned to Tumblr and did an Ariel OUAT indie for a long while before I fell into the world of groups and the rest is history.

19. What do you miss about old roleplay? (Roleplay before 2017?)

The amount of time I had to dedicate to it. I actually started working in 2017, before that I was in uni and high school and I remember having so much more time on my hand. And with that I miss the speed that I could move plots along. These days a lot of the time I can only get through my replies and then I already have to go to sleep or have other things to do, while before I could just do back and forths almost daily and that was so great. (Then again, back then my replies were mostly like one paragraph long, now I prefer long-ass paras, so that might be a contributing factor in it too.)

[usxaph]

! Hello I really love your blog! How do you think Romano would be like as a dad? Along with parenting with his s/o ?

oh boy

you know how you’re not supposed to swear in front of babies/toddlers bc they’ll repeat it later on?

yeah romano’s not good at that.

“oh shit- WAIT NO DON’T SAY THAT DADDY SAID NOTHING”.

his s/o would prolly smack him upside the head for teaching their kiddo swears.

if his kid is like “hey dad look at this cool thing i can do!!!” he’ll be like “that’s rad kiddo im proud of you” and then turn to his s/o and fuckin squeal about how proud he is.

def the parent that’ll somewhat talk shit to ur face jokingly but behind ur back it’s nothing but praise.

if his child is lgbt him n his s/o will end anyone who says something/tries something

whatever his kiddo wants to do later in life you can bet ur ass he’ll be behind them 110%.

wanna become an artist? here’s brand new professional art supplies. wanna become a doctor? med school is expensive as shit but fuck it his baby wants to become a doctor so they gonna become a doctor. wanna become a Disney princess? his ass is moving to Orlando immediately.  

if this man has a lil girl oh my god.

will curse out every single person he catches staring at her.

he’ll make them traditional Italian foods for lunch at school.

he can and will become a full on pta mom if need be while his s/o is in the back like “hun calm down”.

is in a constant state of just awe and love towards not only his child but also his s/o for bringing this blessing into his life/being there with him even though he’ll complain about parenthood all the time.

[chesayacatart-moved]

“Squeeze”

Hetalia - Romerica Quick fic based on the X Files episode I’m watching bc Romerica is growing and I’m so here for that requests are open

“What are we watching?” Romano asked, his lips curling in disgust as the sound of joints popping came from the TV.  He pressed back against America’s side, as if getting away from the screen would somehow be enough to protect him from whatever was on the show America had turned on.

“X Files!  Come on, dude, it’s a classic,” America laughed, slinging an arm around Lovino.  He didn’t seem at all bothered to see a man squeezing his way down a chimney and into someone’s home.

“It’s weird…” Romano complained, but his shoulders relaxed.  He might claim he could handle this kind of thing, but it was a far cry from the cooking shows he usually watched when he was home alone.  He flinched again as they watched an older man being attacked, turning to bury his face in America’s shoulder.  The sound cut off a moment later, and then he felt fingers brushing gently through his hair.

“Crap, I’m sorry.  I didn’t think you’d take it like this,” America murmured gently.  When Lovino lifted his eyes reluctantly, his eyes met the bright blue ones peering into his own in concern.  He managed a weak smile in return, not wanting the other nation to pity him.

“I’m fine, dammit,” he huffed defensively, “I just…I thought it was alien stuff.  Not this weird…creepy shape-shifter thing.”  His cheeks flushed when America laughed in response, banishing the smile he’d managed to paste on.  Before he could snap at the other, America suddenly pressed a brief kiss to his forehead, cutting him off again.

“How ‘bout we find one of those episodes then?  I want you to see more so you can tell me if I’m as cool as Mulder.”  America grinned at him, already reaching for the remote.

Romano could only nod dumbly in response.