#no i have not yet read his myths I AM SCARED

[ythmir-writes]

dr. zayne "i'll use my body as payment" and "i always pay my debts" is all bark bark woof woof at first but then i remember his Myths and -

or, what you (i) would like to say the moment zayne decides its a good time to self-sacrifice

i hold his hand tightly, pull him back into a tight embrace because No, you don't have to, you don't have to do this zayne. there is no situation dire enough to come to pass in this world that should warrant that extreme a sacrifice

do you think you going on there and freezing yourself so you can stop a Wanderer attack will make tomorrow a little brighter? do you think its only you specifically who can save us all from the worst case scenario and save the world? dr im-so-brilliant-i-finished-medical-school-and-got-a-license-in-the-time-it-takes-someone-to-sneeze?

i dont want your sacrifice! i dont want to walk on roads paved with your bones. i dont fucking want to live in cities thawing from your frost because you thought unleashing a blizzard only you could do and wiping yourself out in the process would be a brilliant move to protect them. i dont want to take the cup that holds your blood, i do not want to have to look at the world and see you only in memory.

i want you here. i want you holding my hand. i want you poking at my forehead because i didnt bring enough warm clothes again or because i wasnt able to take my meds on time again or because i freaked out you werent calling when you shouldve -

i want to be there to bandage your wounds. i want you bandaging my wounds

you are the most selfless, kindhearted, driven, and dedicated person i know. your bravery is second to none - most infuriatingly so whenever you think you can save even just one soul but please!! dont ever fucking think you have to carry that burden alone.

remember that time you managed to parry that Wanderer attack and reminded me consistently of it for three days? do you remember? because i do! every day. every goddamn day i go out to do my work and you do yours, it all rattles in my head. you told me that i could rest easy because you have my back. that whatever happens, safety is a priority.

you told me that im not fighting alone anymore. i cried at that, remember? and you did too, you sentimental shmuck

so why the hell do you think you have to do it all alone? what kind of mental gymnastics did your brilliant brain do for you to reach the conclusion that its okay to leave me behind when youre out there fighting for the world, for Linkon, for us

for me?

i want you fighting with me, please

please

pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease

dont do it. dont go -

let me fight with you too

[alwaysshallow]

love the idea of high ranked readers kid just being the most chill fucking kid in the world— but only when ghost is holding them. like they just see this behemoth of a man with a skull mask and decide: yes. this is my person now and if anyone tries to remove me i will scream

just them gently patting ghosts face, curious about the mask and just spending majority of their time with their head laid on his shoulder, slowly drifting off to the voices around them and jerking wide awake whenever someone tries to remove them and just scowling at said person while gripping ghosts clothes in their tiny fists to show their displeasure and then slowly drifting off again only for this to repeat

(i am fucking obessed with this and have zero regrets)

You stare at your kid, happily tugging Simon’s shirt, and you can’t believe your own eyes and ears how chill she is.

Earlier? A crying mess, you thought you’re gonna burst into tears too, if she’s not gonna stop with the fuss that felt like her kind of revenge for taking her to work, instead of daycare, like always. You were singing lullabies for her, reading, but nothing seemed to work, and you wanted to hit your head against the wall, you even considered taking a day off, just to be with your daughter.

Yet, the sight of Simon Riley in the mask, coming right to you, seemed to soothe her more than anything - she suddenly got interested, and when he took her for a moment, she decided to stay there.

Your own kid, being a traitor. But could you blame her? Not really, not when she is lying comfortably on his chest, her little fists playing with the material of his shirt. Not when she seems to be the most comfortable around a man with a mask.

Ghost, a myth that scared the most brave soldiers, and when they saw his mask around, they knew their time was limited. Ghost, a legend, someone who was described as a soldier totally devoted to his work, no matter how many people he had to kill, no matter how many months he would have to spend on a single mission.

And Ghost, a babysitter for your daughter, apparently.

“She seems comfortable,” you laugh silently, praying that your voice isn’t gonna interrupt her sleep; it would be good to put her into a stroller, you don’t want to take advantage of Simon’s kindness. “Is it okay with you? I put you into—”

“—’s okay,” he interrupts you, locking his gaze with yours. His intense, brown eyes, makes you a bit shy in this scenario, especially when he looks so good with your kid; you wouldn’t accuse him of that earlier. Of being so good. “At least she’s sleepin’, yeah? Safe and sound.”

“Safe and sound,” you repeat, smiling softly, as you take a few steps into their direction. Lieutenant automatically stands up, slowly, his big hand on your daughter’s back, and you just can’t help yourself from sighing.

It’s like a dream.

“You good, colonel?” he asks, and you barely hold back your laugh.

“That obvious I’m not? Just taking in the view,” you reply, maybe a bit too sincere, but you don’t really care about that. Not when he looks so adorable with your daughter.

“That so,” he hums, and after a few seconds, you are so close - chest to chest close, with your kid between you two. Only barrier; or maybe a connection, binding you two. “Should probably give her to you, eh?”

“Would be nice, yes. You can’t hold her the whole eternity,” you whisper, clearing your throat, when he slowly leans in.

“Well,” he starts, his head tilting to the side, his lips next to your ear. “For you? For you, I’d be more than pleased to do that.”

You want to say something about his words, you want to confess somehow too, but your baby girl starts crying the moment Simon hangs her to you.

A reminder; that he’s not yours, and you’re not his.

“Guess she’s stayin’ with me,” Ghost smirks under his balaclava, when she stops crying.

“She always liked everyone better than me.” You roll your eyes, shaking your head with amusement. “Can you stay here for a couple of minutes, then? I need to go to Price for a second.”

“Right.” He nods. He, then, calls your name. “Don’t think we’re done with the conversation, okay? We can continue later on.”

You just gulp, smiling politely.

It's gonna be a long conversation, then.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I think awhile back you did glamrocks x child reader (platonic) saying their first words but I saw you didn't do the same with Sun and Moon,sooo could you possibly do sun and moon aswell pls?

-Greek myth anon 📜

Aw you remember those? They're ancient haha.

Here were those hcs for anyone who wants to read them

...........

Sun

"Sun! Bye-bye!"

At first, he didn't think much of it when you spoke, waving goodbye and going back to the tables after handing you over to your parent(s).

Yet they went up to him, and at first he thought they had a serious complaint.

Or maybe he accidentally gave them the wrong child.

But after revealing that you just said your first words, including his name, it clicks in his mind and he's SUPER overjoyed, bouncing on his heels and grinning.

"Oh my gosh I am SO proud of you, starshine!!" He coos, shaking your tiny little hands. "Keep up the great work!!"

If you ever come back to the Pizzaplex when you're older, he's never gonna let you forget that.

Moon

"M...Moon!"

"Yes, little firefly. I'm.....what's that look for?"

Moon stares at your bewildered guardian, who has to explain that they've been trying to get you to say your first words for weeks now, without much success.

You refused to say "Freddy" no matter how many times they've taken you to see him for photo-ops and events. Not even the bear himself could encourage you.

Yet within five seconds of meeting Moon for the first time...you said his name and were eager to go with him.

He's kinda shocked that you weren't immediately scared of him like all the other toddlers.

But he's happy (and definitely smug about it, bragging to Sun 100%).

"The children may like you more...but have any of them ever said their first word was "Sun"? I don't think so~"

[gracexthoughts]

Okay, I have a lot of thoughts about the Percy Jackson show and the discourse I have been seeing about it. This is going to be long and possibly all over the place but I just want to share. If you disagree, that’s fine. Just don’t hate because you have a different opinion. Deal?

I want to start this by saying I am a new fan. I did not read the PJO books when I was a kid. I watched the first two episodes when they came out in Dec purely out of curiosity and was just immediately in love with the world. So in true ADHD hyperfixation fashion, I devoured Percy Jackson and the Olympians and Heroes of Olympus books and I am currently on Book 1 of Trials of Apollo. And maybe it's because I am a newer fan but a lot of the gripes I see about PJOTV just don’t make sense to me and I feel like they really are just rooted in nostalgia. Watching the show and all the interviews of the cast and crew, it is clear to me they wrote this season with the intention and hope that they would get to make all 5 seasons, and possibly even further. I can see how all the changes make sense when looking at the narrative as a whole. They are really setting up this world and this story in a way that I think lends more to the future of this narrative better than The Lighting Thief book does.

I also want to say I have yet to find a book to screen adaptation that is beat for beat accurate. So much of what works in novels, especially novels told in first person, just does not translate to third person screen adaptations. Ultimately, literature and film/TV are art forms and what works for one may not work for another and the creators are allowed to make changes, especially when it is for the overall good of the product.

To start, the exposition dumping didn’t really bother me that much although I agree it is there and noticeable. Now, I watched the first two episodes before reading the books but after reading the books, I think the exposition is just as noticeable in the books as it is in the show. Percy walks into this world without knowing or believing in any of it. In the book, he learns about this world through the people around him explaining it in dialogue. It is just condensed a little more in the show which makes it feel a little heavier. Nonetheless, fantasy tends to have a lot of exposition because there are a lot of things you as a reader/ viewer need to know at the start of the story. It is part of the nature of the genre, especially when it is intended for a younger audience. Exposition that seems clunky to an older viewer is probably not going to feel the same way to a younger audience member (which is the target audience).

The biggest complaint I see, and disagree with, is that the kids are “too smart which ruins the suspense.” Annabeth has been at camp since she was 7 and it is clear, both in the books and the show, she is determined to prove that she is strong and capable and intelligent. She has been training to go out on a quest since she was 7 years old. Annabeth would have been studying these monsters and these myths so of course she can figure out the traps. They aren’t that hard to figure out, even for someone who isn’t super knowledgeable about Greek mythology.

Grover’s job is a protector of demigods. It makes sense he knows these myths like the back of his hand. I imagine that after Thalia, Grover would have studied and worked so hard to prove he was ready for another chance. Grover in the books also fell a little flat in The Lighting Thief to me because it seemed like most of his personality was just to be scared and funny until later books. I love what they did with Grover in the show because he feels like an actual character with his own goals, intelligence, trauma and authority.

Now onto Percy… I have so many thoughts about Show Percy so bear with me.

While I was reading the books, I was confused as to why Sally didn’t teach Percy about Greek mythology. Book Sally seemed to just hope Percy being attacked by monsters and going to camp isn’t going to happen or just assumes that when it does happen, Percy will figure it out. Sally always knew what would happen to her son, at least to some extent, so why wouldn’t she do everything in her power to prepare her son for this life she knows is inevitable? I loved the addition of her teaching Percy about Greek Mythology and Ancient Greek because it makes so much sense because I never saw her as a just “sit back and wait” kind of character. Percy is her son, her baby, her miracle. She is terrified for him (which we see in EP 7 in the flashbacks) and, to me, it makes sense she would do everything in her mortal power to prepare him in a way that doesn’t scare him or reveal to him who he actually is. (It is also such a beautiful call back to Rick telling his son these stories as a kid, like I just think that is beautiful).

While on the subject of Ancient Greek, I saw someone complain how Percy doesn’t inherently know Ancient Greek in the Olympus scene in EP 8. “Poseidon and Zeus looked at each other. They had a quick, intense discussion in Ancient Greek. I only caught one word. Father.” - The Lightning Thief, page 343. This moment was literally pulled straight from the book! Percy talks about Annabeth tutoring him in Ancient Greek in the book (The Lighting Thief, page 107) and I loved how the show changed it to be his mom that taught him because of the previous reasons I gave above.

In general, Percy is an unreliable narrator. We see that in The Last Olympian when Rachel painted him defeating Antaeus. Percy is shocked at how he looks. We also see this in Heroes of Olympus where he is constantly talked about as this powerful and sometimes scary person whereas Percy never describes himself as anything other than kind of mediocre. Percy is constantly underestimating his intelligence and power in his POV because at his core he is still an insecure kid who was bullied and uses humor as a defense mechanism. But no matter what he thinks, he is smart and powerful and capable and I love that we get to see that in the show because it isn’t in first person.

In the books I was constantly frustrated that they weren’t seeing the traps. Aunty Em’s is so clearly out of place and weird and creepy but the Book Trio just ignores it? Also the Medusa story change was beautiful and needed and added so much depth to what was a very simple scene in the books. The Crusty’s scene was jarring at first, but in hindsight it didn't bother me either because Hermes told them about the entrance. Why wouldn’t he tell them about the trap too? The way Hermes is portrayed, I get the sense that he really wants Percy to succeed, in the books and show, and that he is holding onto hope that somehow, someway, he can still save his son. Why would he send them somewhere just to lead them into a trap that does not benefit Hermes in any way? (And us not seeing that conversation happen is showing and not telling BTW)

Also, the overall claim that Percy, Annabeth and Grover know everything is just… wrong. (@pareiwheeler made a post about this that really made me realize this so go read their post too: https://www.tumblr.com/pareiwheeler/740600563986808832/theres-know-mystery-or-suspense-they-know) They know the small things but the big things? They didn’t think Luke was the thief, they didn't know it was Kronos, they didn’t know they would lose the fourth pearl, they didn’t know the casino would mess with time, they didn’t know the shoes were a trap, etc etc. They walk into these situations thinking they are prepared, thinking they know everything they need to but they DON’T And that is where the suspense lies, in the overarching storyline that is the driving force of the plot. Not in these moment to moment scenes that are not the main conflict.

Now onto the smaller changes that, in my opinion, benefit the overall narrative of this story.

Missing the solstice deadline: Not only is Percy choosing to continue the quest despite missing the deadline such a great character moment for him but this ups the stakes so much!! Zeus and Poseidon are currently at war for the last two episodes of the show and even if they don’t talk about it much, that knowledge is still there in the characters' heads and in the viewers’. Every moment they take in the Underworld, you are watching with the knowledge that war is raging above. And it's a great way to show the kind of hero Percy is and what he will become. Percy doesn’t care he “failed” because he didn’t come all this way just to run back to camp with his tail tucked between his legs because that is not Percy. Percy sneaks out of camp twice to go on quests he was not invited on because he will not let someone’s rules get in his way while he is protecting people he cares about. Percy doesn’t want war to happen so with even the slightest chance he can stop Zeus and Poseidon, he takes it! Also the addition of Poseidon stepping in and saving Percy from Zeus was beautiful.

I also loved that Poseidon gave them 4 pearls instead of 3 because such a small detail shows how Poseidon cares about Percy and Sally. And, plot wise, it didn’t change anything. Percy still left the Underworld without his mom. But starting with 4 pearls gives them hope that they actually can complete the quest AND save Sally. Percy leaving the Underworld without Sally is so much more impactful in the show than the books because of this tiny detail change.

The fact that the pearls take them to the east coast rather than the west coast works well too. I loved that they returned to the cabin because of how important that cabin is not only to Percy and Sally but also to Poseidon.

Hermes being added to the Lotus Casino and bringing in Luke’s background earlier on was beautiful and Lin Manuel Miranda’s performance was one of the standouts for me. It is such a beautiful moment and you can see the anguish in Hermes at his feeling powerless and I think it sets up Percy learning about Luke’s family in The Last Olympian in a great way. This is one of those moments where you can tell the writers and showrunners are playing the long game with this series.

Last but not least, the change in the betrayal scene. I love it. I do. Not only in the changes in the way it happens but how they characterized Luke. Luke clearly does not want to hurt Percy, he wants Percy to help him and to come with Luke because he cares about him. The prophecy states “You shall be betrayed by one who calls you a friend” and Luke in the book didn’t really seem to care about Percy or view him as a friend at the end of it. But Show Luke? He cares about Percy and he is heartbroken that Percy doesn’t side with him. Also the addition of Annabeth hearing Luke’s betrayal first hand was brilliant, in my opinion. Not only were Walker, Charlie and Leah ACTING but it was so much more impactful that Annabeth sees Luke turn and chooses Percy in that moment. And I don’t think it will change much of Annabeth’s actions in the future because you can see how hurt she is and how desperately she still wants him to come back and be good.

Anyway, I think the show is brilliantly done. That isn’t to say it doesn’t have its faults but nothing is perfect and if you were expecting this show to be 100% perfect then I think you just set your expectations too high because that is not realistic.

If you made it to the end of this, I love you. The Percy Jackson brain rot is real and if we don’t get an S2 announcement soon I’m going to riot

[acrystalwitch]

(***NO N*zis or TERFs allowed to interact with this post or my blog*** This is a post for Norse pagans or polytheists looking to work with Odin. This is all based on my own experiences working with the all father and nothing here is to be taken as a hard fact. If your practice differs from my own that is totally fine. There will be a lot of UPG and SPG)

An incomplete summary of Odin in Norse mythology.

Odin, god of war and wisdom is a key figure in the Norse myths and is involved in a lot of the stories. He is the head of the Norse gods and is called the All father, because it’s by him that all of humans were created. He is married to Frigg and together they had Baldur and Hodr. Odin also has other sons, Thor, Vali, and Vidar.

He has two ravens Huginn and Muninn, and two wolves Geri and Freki.

He only has one eye, he sacrificed his other eye by throwing it into Mimir’s well in exchange for knowledge that could better help him prevent Ragnarok.

Another famous story of his is when he hung upside down from the tree of life for nine days and nine nights to get knowledge of other worlds and to be able to know everything about the runes.

The type of magic he practices (Seiðr) was a feminine type of magic that wasn’t always looked highly on when men would participate in it. Yet our Allfather was very practiced in it.

My experience working with him: One thing to know about working with Odin going in, he will be very honest and blunt. My other deities have a habit of being softer on my feelings than I’ve heard other devotees say they’ve been with them, I’m assuming because I’m very sensitive. But Odin..? He does not care. He will stop giving advice if I tell him I don’t want to hear it. But, if I ask for advice…oh boy, am I gonna get his full opinion. He is very much a father in the way he goes about things, he cares but he wants his followers to push themselves as much as they can, learning as much as you can and always growing, never staying sedentary for too long.

I have a notebook dedicated to him that I’ve been using to work on learning the runes and that seems to be the best offering to give him in my practice right now. He never misses a chance to remind me I need to get back to learning the runes too.

I always wondered why it mattered so much to him that I learn them. Eventually he told me that it was because they really would be useful in spells, and wards and making bind runes out of them is something I’m learning to do now.

He is not the easiest deity to work with, he may even push your buttons on purpose to get you to think harder on things. I’ve noticed he’s even been rude before just to see if I’d stand up for myself and set boundaries and then he’ll explain himself after. Lots of tests trials and teachings. But man, is it worth it for the immense amount of knowledge and mentorship that he can bring. All in all, I’m glad he came to me later in my practice as I might’ve been scared off from deity work if he was the first. But, I love him to pieces and hope to work with him for a long time.

Offerings and associations of Odin

(Odin does not eat food so I’ve seen many people say not to give him food offerings, I disagree! Give him things that he can feed to Geri and Freki. He is known to still fill his plate and just give them bits over meals. So don’t hesitate to gift him any food offerings you would to any other Norse god)

-colors: gray, dark blue, black

- tree Imagery, Yggdrasil in particular

- raven Imagery, black feathers

- wolf Imagery

- clear quartz

- onyx

- blue goldstone

- amethyst

- carnelian

- the hermit tarot card

- the hanged man tarot card

- the four of cups tarot card

- the king of swords tarot card

- mead, wine, alcohol

- poetry (he writes poems!)

- mugwort scent/incense

- Ansuz rune ᚨ

- learn about the runes

- learn his myths

- learn useful and practical knowledge

- read books

- ask him for advice

There are many more ways to learn about him and get close to him. A great one is reading the Hávamál. If you meditate or do tarot or rune casting those are also great ways to contact him and get closer to him.

Signs he might be reaching out; seeing ravens more than usual or in non native areas, very windy days, rain, seeing his name often, feeling drawn to his mythology, seeing his tarot cards pop up often, you already work with one of his sons (I think he sent Thor to me first to soften my idea of the Norse gods and be a warm intro into their pantheon.)

He is a great god to work with, lots of work though. Odin is not for the weak minded, but he’s been so worth getting to know.

[swxuell]

Kamar-Taj

Summary: Stephen Strange needs your help to defeat The Scarlet Witch but nothing goes as planned..

Warnings: 18+ONLY, sex, detailed sex scene, fingering, penetration, strap-on, public sex

I prefer to warn : English is not my first language, I am still trying to learn it. I apologize in advance for any spelling mistakes. This is also my first attempt at writing a story (I don't know what I am doing to be honest) and I'm a little ashamed of the mediocrity of it. But I hope to improve very soon. Have a good read!

It's been a long time since you haven't heard from Doctor Strange. Not that you mind, you never tried to contact him again since the last time you saw him, four years ago. And yet, the weight of those years only made you feel increasingly vulnerable. You owe him and you hate that.

You had found yourself in an unfortunate situation, which had put you and your loved ones in danger. You asked for help from all the wizards you knew, but it turned out that the only one who didn't turn his back on you was Stephen Strange. He was the only one to reach out to you, it is largely thanks to him that you are still alive today. You owe him a lot.

However, it is well known that nothing is free in life.

That's why you weren't surprised when you found out the identity of the person who rang your doorbell. Stephen Strange stood on your porch with a strict look in his eyes and his arms hanging down.

« Stephen Strange, what a surprise! » you say with a smile on your face to seem confident.

« Nice to see you y/n » an awkward silence took place as you unconsciously found yourself detailing him from head to toe. All these years and he hadn't changed that much.

You stepped back slightly so that he could get in « come on in, make yourself at home ». You took him to your lounge where you sat down on your big black leather sofa at a reasonable distance from each other. You could notice that he was detailing the nooks and crannies of this room, letting his eyes linger on the paintings hanging in the walls.

« Can I get you anything? Are you thirsty? » you ask him while standing up with the aim of going to see in the fridge what you can propose him. But you are suddenly stopped by Strange's voice.

« No, sit down. I don't plan to stay long. I have to talk to you about something important » he replied, while scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably. He was trying to look as calm as possible, probably not to scare you. You understood then that something serious was going on.

« Have you ever heard of The Scarlet Witch? » your eyebrows rose in amazement. « Of course I know her! Well, not personally but everyone has heard of her at some point » a perceptible excitement could be felt in your tone of voice. You wanted to hear more about her, about one of the most powerful witches in the universe.

« Well, let me tell you that it is not only a myth. The Scarlet Witch is now present in our universe and could destroy it. »

He then told you everything he had to say about The Scarlet Witch, how dangerous and powerful she was. She wanted to kill a child with the sole purpose of stealing her powers.

To be completely honest with yourself, you got a little lost in his words. You did not perceive the reasons that could have pushed the witch to this point of no-return. Doctor Strange had mentioned something like « fake children » and a « robot husband ». In spite of your incomprehension you did not dare to intervene. All these words seemed to be full of meaning coming out of his mouth. You didn't want to look foolish. After all, you understood the essential part, didn't you? This witch was a threat that had to be eliminated.

«Y/n, you know why I came. I need your help » he blew quite low. « You must help me save the girl, and the universe for that matter ». He claims, while standing up, expressing the end of this conversation. He was waiting for an answer. Obviously a negative one was not an option. That's why you answered with confidence « you can count on me, I will help you ». By way of an oath, you shake hands and look into each other's eyes.

Your instinct immediately told you that you had made a mistake, but you decided not to listen. What do they say? Oh! Yes... « Trust your instincts. Intuition doesn't lie ».

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When you first arrived at Kamar-taj, you broke out in a cold sweat from head to toe at the sight of all those wizards.

There where hundreds, if not more, all busy and frantic. There was so much movement that you didn't know which way to turn. You stopped for a moment to look around. You had forgotten how huge the temple was and it seemed even bigger with all these people.

You could hear their thoughts, they were overwhelmed with their emotions. Most were terrified at the very thought of the Scarlet Witch. It was quite difficult to see clearly, the sky seemed to get darker and darker. Was it the wizards' state of mind reflected in the sky? Or was it one of the famous witch's tricks to scare you? You don't have a clue.

Suddenly a loud noise piercing the sky startled you, followed by a howl « Operational! ». It was a witch who was probably testing the effectiveness of the cannonballs. It was imperative that you channel your anxiety, but with all these people running around it was going to be hard.

« Follow me » Stephen commanded you, as he mingled with the crowd. He managed to make his way with ease, which you did not because most of the people around you don't seem to mind getting in your way.

You are elbowed in the ribs by a wizard who was walking very fast. He didn't even have the courtesy to apologize or give you a look. This had the effect of aggravating your annoyance.

You finally manage to reach Stephen who is accompanied by the Supreme Master. « Wong explains our strategy to her, I’ll go check on the girl » he explained as he walked towards the entrance of the temple. You still hadn't met the famous child and you were dying to.

« Let's see who's back! Are you planning to expand your library? » asked Wong while laughing. He apparently remembered very well the time you tried to steal books containing dangerous spells that are only available to the Supreme Master. You snuck in during the night thinking you could do it so easily. Luckily for you, Wong never blamed you. Still he had assigned you to the worst household chores for over six months. You had to admit to yourself that you missed the temple.

« You still remember it » you murmur with amusement. « Always » he returns your smile and then adds « it's good to see you again. You know you're welcome here, right? » a questioning look takes over his face. He really wants to make sure you know you're one of them. Wong always wanted you to fit in. « I know » you smile sincerely touched by his words. « But I'm still mad at you for never coming to visit me » you added with a false air of annoyance. « I could say the same thing » he said « But I have an excuse, I have to manage a whole temple. What's your excuse? » he smiled, knowing full well that he had got you with that one. You're both laughing at the same time. « Now come, l'll show you where you'll be placed ».

You walk towards some steps that lead you to an upper floor. You have a bird's eye view of all the wizards. Wong explained the strategy and your role in it. You were accompanied by three other wizards.

After making sure you understand all the instructions. Wong walked away, leaving you and your sidekicks. One of them then approaches you, a smile on his face. He looks quite nice and very confident. Before he can even open his mouth to speak to you, he is cut off by a shrill cry that makes each of the wizards present tremble.

« Wanda is here! » everyone turned in the same direction. You quickly realized that Wanda was the name of The Scarlet Witch. The vision that was happening in front of you made your blood run cold. You could feel the terror rising in you and in those around you. A huge red smoke was spreading as it headed towards you. It was such a powerful, deep, red. You don't know how to explain it. You could feel the rage emanating from it even at that distance.

Doctor strange entered your field of vision, trying to calm the troops who were running in panic to get to their posts. « We need to be in cohesion if we are to beat her! Get ready wizard » he exclaims. He could not completly hide his own apprehension. You feel fear coming from him, he is afraid of the outcome of the fight.

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Time seemed to stand still. You felt like she was doing it on purpose. Wanda probably liked to know that your fear only increased as the wait went on. You were all at your posts, in combat position, ready to react at the mere sight of the witch. You had come to terms with using her first name. A petrifying silence had taken place in the temple, you could hear the breathing of your teammates.

What seemed like an eternity later, a shadow emerged from all the fog. She was finally there, the most powerful witch in the world was only a few feet away from you.

Your eyes couldn't leave her even though you couldn't see her very well. You wanted her to get closer. Everything was quite dark, the clouds were heavy, everyone was very quiet and the tension was at it's peak.

The red smoke began to disappear, leaving you with a better view of the witch. She was terrifyingly beautiful, if that's possible. The kind of beauty that frightens. An angelic face that makes you want to trust her, but an evil smile that betrays her true intentions. She looked like a witch like you have never seen before. You could feel all her power deep in your soul. She was so powerful, you could sense it. Her presence is enough to make you lose your balance slightly.

Time resumed as you saw Stephen rise into the air to speak with Wanda. He was probably trying to persuade her to turn around and give up. But only a fool would think that would be enough. Unfortunately, from where you are standing you can't hear their discussion. You can only see Wanda's face which seemed to have become gloomy, sad.

Then all of a sudden, she tilted her head gently, bringing back her little mischievous smile. Her evil aura took over. You had a gift for sensing these things. Her mind began to think so hard, hatred was filled in it. You soon realized that today you were not going to fight against one witch but against two. Wanda and The Scarlet Witch.

Suddenly Wanda violently attacked Strange with her powers. Rage through her eyes could be seen from where you were standing. However, the shield of magic you had prepared in advance protected him. It was supposed to be powerful enough to protect the entire temple from any attack. The way it shook in response to the witch’s constant attacks made you doubt it’s effectiveness. You needed much more to stop her.

« Strengthen the shield! » shouted Wong. As you predicted, the shield was not enough. You all concentrated in unison to combine your strength.

A grunt came from Wanda’s lips, she was getting impatient. Then…nothing. Calmness took it’s place. She stopped attacking. For a moment you thought she would give up. If only..

She could feel your powers from where she was, they called her. She stopped all movement to plunge her gaze into yours. You were there, among all those wizards trying to stop her.

Your big, frightened eyes, fixed on her, would cause the loss of this temple. She decided that you would be the one to ruin everything.

She focused on you, only on you. You were the only one who existed for her at that moment. And she was determined to get inside that little head of yours. « Fortify your mind! » was the only thing you heard before everything disappeared.

A strange feeling came over you, everything was a blur. Your vision seemed to drift. You were still in the same place, but you seemed to move. It was your mind, it was being dislocate. A parasite was trying to take control of your being, to get inside your head.

You suddenly felt a grip on both sides of your hips. A presence was behind you. It seemed to want to dominate your mind. And this indescribable smell invaded your nostrils. You were dying to smell more, it was addictive.

An evil aura was in your mind, it was filled with malice and lust. That’s when you realized that a demon was by your side. Wanda was right behind you, you could feel her lips against your ear whispering indecipherable incantations. One of her hand slowly began to move down the outside of your thigh and caressed it. With her other hand she moved your hair to gain access to your neck.

You couldn’t help but let yourself go. Her voice was so soft and she made you shiver with every exhale. The way her hands caressed you made you forget everything. « That’s it relax, let me into you », you could only concentrate on her Russian accent that sounded so good, her husky and soft-spoken voice, and especially in her hands that gently caressed you.

Your head felt so heavy. You had to push her away and as fast as possible but her presence was so appreciated by your body. An inner battle took place between your desire and your reason. You couldn’t let her into you.

« You’re going to do everything I tell you, okay? » she took your hands in hers and you couldn’t help but squeeze them as if you were about to fall into the void and she could save you.

« Use your words, answer me » she whispered in your ear and slowly brushed her lips over your neck. « Get out of my head » were the only words you managed to say. And all of a sudden you push her out of your mind. You don’t know how you had the mental strength to do it but you did.

You take over and open your eyes violently. The first thing you saw was her. Still on the air, she was staring at you, looking surprised and even annoyed. She didn’t like it when you pushed her away. A smile that you can’t control takes place on your lips. You felt proud and powerful, you had managed to repel such a powerful witch. You felt the previous passage of her lips still on your neck, giving you shivers in your lower stomach. You wiped your neck violently to try to detach yourself from the sensation.

The witch did not seem to appreciate your little victory, but she would soon put you in your place.

Upset, she turned sharply and fixed her gaze on another wizard. You couldn’t tell who, there were too many people. But no more than five seconds later, he took off running, giving Wanda the opportunity to cross the shield.

Chaos then took over. You all started to attack her under the orders of Wong. Strange had rushed into the temple to join the girl. Everything went so fast, you all realized how dangerous things were. Wanda was attacking one of the towers directly while deflecting each of the attacks that were thrown at her.

You absolutely had to protect the cannons that managed to do great damage to the witch. But Wanda received a big cannonball and by rage, she killed all the witches you had to defend. You are shocked at this vision of horror, their bodies propelling themselves to the ground and Wanda does not even take notice. She killed them without remorse. Cries of horror are heard from all sides. She doesn’t even take a break and attacks other wizards directly.

You are not used to seeing this kind of scene, which is why you felt so nauseous. You even had the impression that one of them was looking in your direction. You must avenge them! Caught up in the adrenaline, you were no longer afraid of anything.

It was time to use your powers to stop her. You concentrated on her and inflicted an immense pain that made her scream. She got up rather quickly and gave you a dark look, which could have killed you by itself. She started to walk with a sure and fast pace in your direction. You began to back away quickly while not letting go of her gaze. However, you were not alone. Wanda had not yet killed all the wizards. One of them managed to touch her and immobilize her with his powers. You took the opportunity to get inside her head and prevent her from using her organs properly. She couldn’t take in any more oxygen and was chocking to death.

You though you had succeeded but she got up with difficulty propelling everything nearby at the same time, including you.

A kind of red smoke appeared around your neck chocking you while you were still on the ground trying to soothe the pain caused by the fall. You felt yourself being lifted into the air, your hands being forced behind your back. You could not move « stupid girl » exclaimed Wanda. « Look what I’m going to do. You’re the one responsible for this! » she spat these words in your face. Her Russian accent became much more pronounced.

Wanda brutally and bloodily killed a group of wizards who were still down from the shock. You shouted, hoping that this would stop the witch from continuing. But this made her smile.

« Please! Stop! » Wanda strangled a young wizard to death. « You tried to kill me maliska! You almost hurted me ! » she answered with an ironic tone.

She killed the last remaining wizards, one by one, forcing you to watch. You tried with all your might to get out of your bonds but nothing could be done.

« The best for last » Wanda brought you back to her with her powers and let you fall to the ground. You let out a groan of pain.

« You know I’m still waiting for an apology for what you did to me earlier » she pulled you up by your hair, forcing you to look into her eyes. Her look was playful, she did it all for fun.

You spit in her face out of hatred. She had killed all your people. Even though you didn’t know them, it was still traumatic.

« What a bad girl. I’ll have to teach you some manners » she laid you down with force, your back meeting the stony ground hard. A groan of pain broke through the barrier of your lips. « I like that sound » smiled Wanda, now kneeling between your legs. You could hear her thoughts and they were so inappropriate.

You couldn’t do much being bound by her powers. « You are a monster! Leave me alone » you shouted, struggling as best you could.

« You’re the one trying to stop a mother from being reunited with her children » she pressed your head hard against the floor, you felt like it was going to explode.

« Stop please! I beg you! It hurts » you can’t do anything but beg her and hope she takes pity on you.

« So now you feel the pain you put me trough earlier. Do not do to others what you would not want them to do to you ». She took again your head in her hands, she was practically lying on you. You thought it was your time, you were going to die here, unable to defend yourself. Your head smashed against the ground.

But in a last useless attempt, you pushed strongly your hips against her to try to move her. This caused the witch to release her grip. She glared at you « I’ m tired of you ». Still placed between your legs, she stood up lightly « let me think about a painful death. You made me waste too much time » she strangled you with all her strength. You recalled the movement that had allowed you to push her away. You only wanted someone to appear and save you but no one came.

« Do you do it on purpose detka ? » she asked you with a smile. You couldn’t answer, feeling the lack of oxygen. You could feel death taking you away. She released your neck just in time. You took a huge gulp of oxygen and then started coughing endlessly.

Wanda, on her side, took your legs and opened them more widely, placing her hips well against yours. She starts to move back and forth against you. You don’t realize it right away, too busy trying to stabilize your breathing. « Rule number one, when I try to get inside your little head you don’t push me away ». You were wearing thin pants that allowed you to feel all the friction.

You were so weak, you could barely move. « Will you let me do all the work maliska? » she asked as she took your hips in her hands and moved you against her. You wanted more, but you didn’t want the witch to notice. You try your best to control your moaning.

As if that wasn’t enough, Wanda started showering your neck with kisses. Fear of being caught dominated your desire, you pushed your head back and forth to try to push her away. « No please » you whispered not being able to use your voice properly.

Wanda stopped all movement. She remained fixed on you probably reading your thoughts. « No one will see us, look they are all dead » she stepped back slightly to let you contemplate all the dead bodies on the floor. You felt so disgusted to want her in such an inappropriate place and time.

« I bet you’re already all wet for me, come here so I can check ». You feel your hands being released from their grip and instead of using them to push her away, you don’t move. She pulled your pants off violently and plunged her hand into your underwear. « So wet » she smiles at you, you notice that darkness taking over in her eyes. She withdrew her hand too quickly, you wanted to feel that touch again.

She stops all movement and looks into your eyes. You have the impression that she has this power to freeze time. She intimidates you and you don’t even dare to breathe. Her gaze slowly settles on your lips and without you expecting it she kissed you violently. You can’t contain yourself and kiss her even harder.

You don’t know what is wrong with you but you can’t wait, you want her to touch you. So you take her hand and guide her once again into your panties. However, she doesn’t move, so to feel that friction against your clit, you start to move your hips while moaning softly.

She stops the kiss and watches carefully what you do without acting. She then slowly starts to circle against your clit, making you moan with relief.

« Let me do it » she whispers while sliding two fingers of her other hand into your mouth. Without even giving you any instructions you start to suck on them. She spreads your saliva on your clit « fuck » you already want much more when she had just started, you want her fingers deep inside you.

« please », you sound so desperate.

« what do you want? » she asked you while slowing down her movements. She was playing with you. You were her little game, her little break.

You groaned with discontent, still not being able to say what you wanted, you were ashamed. « Use your cute little mouth to tell me what you want or I’ll stop » she threatened. You could feel yourself getting wet at her touch.

« Please » was the only word you could pronounce. « You can do it baby. What do you want? » she was so sweet which threw you off even more. « Please, I want your fingers ». While continuing to play with your clit, she used her other hand to push two fingers into you. You were so wet that they slipped easily. « Was that so hard to say? ». You shook your head from side to side, her fingers felt so good inside you.

It goes too slowly, so you allow yourself to push your hips to speed up the movements. She gave you a dark look that made you stop immediately. However, it is quickly replaced by a small smile, she has an idea in mind and you are dying to know it. You try but you can’t get inside her head, probably because of your lack of concentration.

While gently fingering you, she uses her magic to make all your clothes disappear. You are completely naked in front of her. She leans in gently and kisses your chest.

« You are beautiful » you can feel that her evil aura has dissipated slightly, explaining this change in behavior.

She starts to suck on your nipple which makes you let out a long moan. You dip your hand in her hair and guide her to your other needy breast.

Her fingers go deeper and deeper into you and are less and less delicate. She starts to be quite rough. « Wait please can you » she stops you from finishing your sentence by pulling her fingers violently away from you and covering your mouth. You can feel her demonic aura returning and more present than ever. « Rule number two, you don’t try to get in my way, use your magic against me again and I’ll make you regret it ». You feel something quite big enter you. Your eyes widen in surprise. Wanda’s eyes are still on you, she opens her mouth slightly and frowns while slowly pushing her hips against you. You both moan at the same time. « Oh fuck » she moans.

You don’t have time to question the origin of the thing with which she penetrates you that she starts to go back and forth more and more quickly making you cry out in pain « stop wait! ». Your words do not cross the barrier of her hand still present against your mouth.

« Let me ruin that little pussy » she continues her movements and the pain finally gives way to pleasure. You feel a desire in you to explode, to come.

She whispers in your ear « you are such a whore, you get fucked in the middle of all these dead ». She slowly withdraws making you protest loudly « no please please, fuck me! ».

You finally saw the identity of what was penetrating you, a strap-on she had created with her magic. It was huge and a bloody red color. You were such a mess at that moment, ready to do anything to feel her strap deep inside of your pussy again. She began to rub your clit with her strap while kissing you deeply.

Your orgasm was still close. She then pushed two of her fingers deep inside you without you expecting it and started to fuck you at a crazy speed making you scream.

It was so violent that tears formed in the corner of your eyes. « Say my name » she ordered you and like the little whore you are you repeated it « Wanda, Wanda it’s Wanda! » your voice trembled. At the moment when you thought you were finally going to come. She withdrew her fingers and you began to cry in frustration, trying to move your hips against her strap. She began to strangle you violently, preventing you from breathing. Your orgasm was ruined.

« Listen to me, if you get in my way again I won’t hesitate to fuck you in front of Stephen and show him what a whore you are who wants to be fucked ». She let go of her grip around your neck and started to suck on her fingers while staring into your eyes.

Shame started to take over and you put your hands in front of your eyes hoping this was just a dream and you would wake up. You felt her lips against your cheek, she gave you a kiss and then her presence disappeared. A few seconds later you withdrew your hands and saw her enter the temple.

There you were, in the middle of all those dead people, in full view of anyone, completely naked. You felt so dirty, but you had to pull yourself together and help Stephen stop the witch ! What had just happened was an unfortunate event, which you had to erase from your memory.

You stood up and stripped a dead man naked to take his clothes. The guilt was already eating you up inside.

You ran into the temple to bring help..

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my favorite riordan characters (just my opinion, don’t come at me)

Magnus Chase

I read MCGoA first (dont judge), so I have sentimental value over this series. I think magnus is literally so hilarious in a tired and confused way. It’s also so funny how Percy was so lost still like after 5 books but Magnus knows so much about the mythology already. Even after reading pjo i thought Magnus was way funnier and better main character than Percy. I think that was because Magnus is 16 in his series and Percy is just 12 in the lightning thief and I was already like 14-15 and liked more mature characters (Magnus is still a child and a dumbass). Magnus is also a very sad character if you think about it. He is basically an orphan bc his father wasn’t there and he witnessed his mothers death. Then he lived in the streets and was probably hungry, cold and scared almost every day. And then BOOM. Suddenly weird shit happens and he dies a gruesome death. Like seriously, a ball of melted asphalt burns through his body… He also never really had time to cope with the being dead thing bc suddenly he's supposed to save the world. Like wtf. Also I get the biggest gender envy ever (don’t ask why, he’s kinda pathetic xd). Best thing is that he’s fruity like I am. Magnus is also the healer so it is really interesting to get the healer's pov, a guy who isn’t your usual hero. Magnus also defeated LOKI, A GOD, with the power of friendship, which is hilarious. Magnus starts the show as a cynical boy who has lost everyone but by the end he has found a new family and moved on and I think that’s beautiful.

2. Will Solace

The absolute sass master. Of course Percy is still the sassiest ever but oh boy does Will come the next second. Will seriously takes no shit. I haven’t read his and Nico’s book yet but just from BoO and tHO I can say he has some balls. Like, one of the first things he does is calling Octavian, one of the biggest bad guys, an anemic loser. WHILE standing nose to nose with him. Like even Nico thought that Octavian was kinda scary but Will just marches right up to him and starts throwing insults. And then he proceeds to stubbornly make Nico rest and heal. He is so stubborn and bossy and I love him for it. Will also has a sadder side. He always puts everyone else before him bc he is the healer so it’s his job. He also was forced to be a leader way too young after he lost his older siblings. Still, he manages to walk around with a smile on his face. Will is so strong and his past is way overlooked. All the fans focus on Nico’s traumas and how Will helped him but never the other way around. Give Will some love, people.

3.Apollon (Lester Papadopoulos)

The most dramatic god ever, like omg. Apollo/Apollon has always been my favorite Greek god and Rick's version is just perfect. He is so annoyingly self centered and arrogant but at the same time he is so sad and vulnerable. I have never cried bc of Riordan's books but the hidden oracle made me sod like a baby. All the regret and pain in the stories about his lovers was heartbreaking. How his heart is stone bc he doesn’t believe in love anymore and how he takes responsibility for all the death he has caused. He is still an asshole but at least he notices it. I relate to him on such a deep level. He masks all his pain with humor and overconfidence just like I do. I haven't finished the trials of the Apollon yet but I can’t wait to read more of him and learn even more sad, funny and interesting things about him as a character.

4.Percy

Of course I have to include our best boy. During the HoO I just kept waiting for Percy’s POV just bc his thought process is the most entertaining in my opinion. He is so unhinged most of the time. Like, everyone is scared of Nico, no, you guys should be absolutely terrified by Percy. Like bro is so close to losing it. Few more inconveniences and he will kill everyone. but at the same time he likes eating blue food and doesn’t know half of the myths the others do. He just does what he feels like doing. My favorite moment was when he and Annabeth were in Tartarus and Percy was about to kill Akhlys by drowning her in her own poison. Like bro is insane. It’s also so sad that he and Annabeth have been in the front lines of war since they were like 12. It’s always them. Like there had to be other heroes right? Or like why couldn’t some minor god handle the situations? I have always loved characters who insult the enemy while fighting and Percy is just like that. At first, I didn't think he was any special but as he grew older, I started to like him more. Probably bc I could relate to him better when he was closer to my age. He also got more serious as he got older. I’m kinda pissed that he gets again a new series even tho Riordan has other characters that have potential. (I MEAN MAGNUS! LIKE PLEASE RICK! PLEASE!)

[tonberry-yoda]

LAST ONE I SWEAR: Hermes with the Love at first sight thingy? You are the best thank you omg🤍✨️

Love - Hermes (f!reader)

notes - I havent been feeling 10/10 SO HERE I AM WRITING FOR MY COMFORT CHARACTER IN ROR!!! How can I not?!??!?! It got a little self inserty, BUT I DONT CARE I LOVE HIM SM HOW CAN I NOT?!?!??!?! I'm kinda obsessed with his design tee hee. I had a ton of fun writing this, so thank you for the request!! ily and i hope you have an amazing day <333

word count - 717

You were just a human. A human that was bored of life.

You sighed and spent your time studying Greek Mythology. You seemed to be very fixated on it recently. It was so interesting, the way that the gods would live. And who knew, maybe they were wonderful people. You laughed at the thought. How stupid. If a god met you, you would probably be dead.

You were especially fixated on Hermes though. He was a god that never stopped showing up in every myth you read. He was fun to read about. He was always saying something witty or just being the most reasonable god. He was the most... human, you supposed.

You only wondered if these stories you escaped with were real at all. You wished that you could meet someone like Hermes.

Walks were close enough to your escape though, especially the woods by your house. They were full and green; very fantasy-esque. You loved them. Especially getting overdressed to go on a walk. A long dress and a pair of thin flats. You would read stories to deer and bunnies that weren't too far off from you and you would sometimes just take your shoes off and stick your feet in the mud.

It was freeing. And it was all you needed.

You didn't mind going there by yourself as often as you did. It was nice.

But it was off putting when you heard a voice for the first time.

"Can I ask why we're all the way out here?" A deep, yet smooth voice said.

You quickly hid behind a rock. You weren't used to hearing anyone out here, so you were definitely scared.

"Oh, come now, my boy," a raspier voice chuckled. "I like visiting the world down here every now and again! It's not like anyone's going to be out here!"

And right as the man thought that, your dumbass stepped on a stick that made a loud ass sound. Great.

"What was that?" The raspy voice said.

"I don't know," the smoother voice said, his tone slow and soft. "Let me go check it out. Stay here."

Your heart dropped and you panicked a bit. What were you supposed to do? You spent so much time thinking that you didn't move an inch, so a head peeked out from the rock.

You and him both seemed to be in shock as your eyes went wide as you looked at each other.

You stood up from your spot and muttered something that was supposed to be an apology, but more sounded like a bundle of words. You were blushing, dammit.

The man in front of you was handsome. Super handsome. He had jet black hair and bright red eyes. He was wearing a black tuxedo and you couldn't help but stare at him.

He did the same though, without your knowing. You in your dress, god, you looked like a fairy out here.

You both must've realized that you were staring for far too long and you both blushed, looking at the ground.

"I apologize, miss," the man bowed at you and looked back up at you with a small smile. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"I didn't mean to scare you." You peeked out from behind the rock and saw that an old man was admiring a butterfly.

"You're beautiful... if you don't mind me saying."

You turned back to the man with shock. "W-Well, you're very handsome."

"Well, I don't want to doddle. I apologize for the scare," he pulled up you hand to his lips and pressed a kiss upon your knuckles. "I do hope you have a lovely rest of your day, though."

You were sad to feel his touch leave, sighing. "Wait!" You called off as he went to walk back to the old man.

The man turned to you, his hair blowing in the light breeze that blew over. "Yes?"

"I never caught your name."

He hesitated for a moment, but smiled. "It's Hermes."

You froze and watched him leave. Oh my god, that was like a dream.

"What was that all about?" Zeus asked Hermes.

"Oh nothing. But love is a funny thing, don't you think, Lord Zeus?"

"Aphrodite can be an awful woman."

Hermes chuckled. "I suppose she can be."

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Martyrs and Kings AND ZOMBIES!!!

A/N: I'm so excited to share this spooky, sexy one-shot sequel to Martyrs and Kings! I've been planning this fic for months, and I hope y'all love it. Quick note: obviously, this fic contains spoilers for M&K; however, it was beta-read by my partner who has not (yet) read the original fic, and they said it worked as a stand-alone story, so if you haven't read M&K yet and don't mind spoilers, read on!

This fic is dedicated to the amazing @clonemedickix in gratitude for all the love and support that you've shown me and so many others in the fandom. Thank you so much for everything you do, and particularly thank you for your feedback on the field medicine. You are a rock star!

One final caveat: I am a horror wimp, but I did my best. Please don't expect Stephen King 💜

Pairing: Post-stasis Kix x OFC Dr. Maree Finnall

Rating: M (minors DNI)

Wordcount: 5k (this just made M&K 10% longer lol)

Warnings and tags: peril; suspense; violence; blood and injury; gore; medical procedures; adult language; SMUT; oral sex; face-sitting; Kix activating my competence kink like no other. IMPORTANT: an additional content warning is listed at the end of the fic due to spoilers. If you have triggers, please check the end of the fic for the BOLD PINK TEXT before reading.

Summary: The crew of the Meson Martinet goes after the score of a lifetime and discover that they may have bitten off more than they can chew.

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“B1.5-series battle droids are a myth,” Kix said firmly. “You’re wasting your time.”

“The good doctor doesn’t share your opinion,” Quiggold argued.

Sidon Ithano, as usual, said nothing, his crimson helmet swiveling slowly toward Maree. Kix turned to her as well, his jaw set, his eyes full of confidence that she would back him up. Kriff it. She absolutely hated being caught in the middle of this argument.

She cleared her throat. “There’s… some debate in the academic community about their existence, actually. If they ever were created, they were never deployed at any recorded battle—and it’s a good thing, too.”

“Why is that, exactly?” Reeg Brosna asked.

He was sprawled on the bench of the dinette, his arm draped around Orys Brenko as the research assistant perked up immediately.

“Is it true that they used nanodroids to retrofit original B1-series droids?” Brenko asked, his face flushing dark green with excitement.

“That is one theory,” Maree said circumspectly, keenly aware of Kix’s scrutiny. “According to contemporary sources—and noting that those sources are unreliable at best—the B1.5s had significantly upgraded blaster resistance. There was another rumor as well, even less credible.”

“What rumor?” Reveth interrupted, leaning forward over the table, drawing Ithano’s attention subtly.

“They said the B1.5s could keep going even if you blasted their processors,” Kix cut in before Maree could reply. “It was a stupid story the commandos made up to scare the shinies.”

“But what if it wasn’t?” Brosna asked. “Indestructible battle droids? They’d be worth a fortune.”

“Even if they don’t exist, the haul from a Techno Union stronghold could set us up for life,” Reveth pointed out. “I say we go after it.”

Squeaky grunted his agreement, predictably. The Gamorrean was always guaranteed to follow the pretty Twi’lek’s lead. Reveth could have suggested a nude spacewalk, and Squeaky would have thought it was a grand idea. Brosna and Brenko voted in favor as well. Kix voted against, and Maree did as well, purely out of solidarity. Privately, she was consumed with curiosity about the B1.5s, and she couldn’t deny that the possibility of such a groundbreaking discovery was alluring in the extreme.

Quiggold voted in favor, and Ithano abstained, and so it was decided: the crew would send a team to scout the Techno Union stronghold, and if they found anything worthwhile, the rest of Ithano’s small fleet would join them.

“We’re gonna need your expertise, Doc,” Reveth said to Maree. 

“Absolutely not,” Kix snapped.

Maree glanced at him in surprise. It was unlike him to try to overrule her choice, and she didn’t care for it. “Reveth is right, Kix. I’ll be able to identify the highest-value items, and I have a good idea of what’s in demand.”

Kix looked away, clearly unhappy, but recognizing that he’d overstepped. “Fine. But if you’re going, I’m going, too.”

“We’ll need you to stay and command the fleet from the Scorpion while the captain is away,” Quiggold interjected.

“Fuck that,” Kix growled. “Brosna is my first mate—he can take command from the Scorpion. When it comes to Maree’s safety, I outrank everyone on this ship.”

“Brosna doesn’t have the experience—” Quiggold began.

“Agreed,” Ithano said, his deep voice cutting through the buzz of conversation and debate in the Martinet’s galley. “Quiggold, command the fleet from the Martinet. Brosna, take the Scorpion. Reveth, Squeaky, you’re with us.”

The captain’s decision was final, and within a few hours, Kix, Maree, Reveth, Squeaky, and Ithano had boarded the Scorpion’s shuttle Stinger and departed for the desolate moon where the Techno Union base had sat untouched for over fifty years.

“Fifty credits says we find nothing,” Kix said.

“I’ll take that bet,” Reveth replied.

Squeaky grunted his agreement. Ithano said nothing.

“Maree, you want in on this action?” Reveth asked.

“Kix and I have a private bet on the side,” Maree said with a mischievous twinkle as Kix shot her an inscrutable look.

Reveth smirked. “Sounds like fun.”

“Oh, it will be,” Maree replied. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of crimson as Ithano moved through the shuttle. On impulse, she leaned in and whispered in Reveth’s ear cone.

Reveth’s eyes widened as her mechanical hand instinctively settled on Maree’s waist. “Damn. You and Kix want a third for that?”

Ithano’s helmet whipped to the side as he suddenly became very interested in the conversation. Maree suppressed a laugh.

“What do you think, Kix?” Maree asked with faux innocence. “Can Reveth play with us?”

Kix eyed her with a perfectly neutral expression that warned Maree he knew exactly what she was up to. “You gotta win that bet if you want to call the shots.”

“You’re on,” Maree replied immediately.

Ithano’s helmet swiveled from Maree, to Reveth, to Kix, and back to Reveth, but he said nothing. Kix merely turned back to the navigation controls and continued to pilot the shuttle toward their destination.

The old Techno Union stronghold was on a remote, swampy moon, and the dense vegetation had grown thickly over the past five decades. Kix was forced to set the shuttle down several klicks from the decrepit base. He didn’t like it. He didn’t kriffing like any of this. It was too far; they’d be too exposed; their progress would be too slow in the mud. He glanced at Maree and felt his anxiety spike.

How the kark am I supposed to protect her out there?

He double-checked her gear as she suited up, adjusting the fit of her holster for a quicker draw. He quickly inspected her blaster before handing it to her.

“What’s going on?” she asked quietly. “You’re on edge.”

He shook his head. “I don’t have a good feeling about this mission.”

“It’s not the first time we’ve gone into one of these old strongholds,” she pointed out. “We’ll be okay.”

He nodded. “Yeah. Yeah. You’re right. Just… Keep your eyes open.”

“I will,” she promised. “And I know you’ll watch my back. Just like I’ll watch yours.”

He traced his fingertips along her jaw as he pulled her closer to himself. He couldn’t feel her soft warmth through his armor, but her nearness felt comforting regardless. He kissed her gently, threading his fingers through the hair that she wore in loose braids. 

She looked so different now than she had the first time he’d met her two years earlier; her elegant wardrobe replaced with sturdy, practical clothing meant to withstand rough field work and the occasional blaster fight. But underneath, she still smelled like tea and honey and home. She was still the same—still his Maree.

“If you’re finished sucking the lips off her face, can we get going?” Reveth teased. “Droids aren’t gonna find themselves.”

Despite Kix’s misgivings, the trek to the derelict base was uneventful. Squeaky stayed with the shuttle in case they needed a quick extraction, while Ithano, Reveth, and Maree hacked their way through the underbrush along with Kix. It was slow going, and the swamp was creepy as hell, but eventually they made it to the plastcrete and durasteel structure.

There was no power to the base, so they cut their way through the sealed exterior blast doors. Once inside, the group fell silent as they made their way through the dusty, cobwebbed hallways. The base was pitch black inside, illuminated only by their own torches, and once again, Kix felt the simmering anxiety in his gut begin to roil.

“Something’s been living in here,” Reveth muttered, training the beam of her flashlight on a tangle of debris that was unmistakably a nest for something… large.

Kix didn’t respond, but he reached out and pulled Maree closer to himself, then drew one of his DC-17s. Ithano brought up the rear, his blaster rifle ready.

“Control center should be just ahead,” Maree whispered. “Reveth might be able to restore power from there.”

“We’ll be karked if she can’t,” Kix replied quietly.

“Happy thoughts, Kix,” Maree murmured.

Right. Happy thoughts. Spiced biscuits. Unlimited bacta. Maree’s tits. More credits than I’ve ever seen in my life. The Scorpion. Weapons caches. Maree’s thighs. Maree’s thighs on my shoulders. Maree’s thighs framing my face while she rides—uh, weapons caches.

“Control center,” Reveth called under her breath as she reached a sealed doorway.

They pried it open enough to squeeze through. Kix went first, sweeping his light across the room as he scanned for threats. Reveth followed, then Maree and Ithano. Reveth headed straight for the control console and plugged in her small power unit and began to fiddle with the controls.

“Happy thoughts,” Kix mumbled, returning to the doorway to keep watch over the pitch-dark corridor.

Within a few moments, Reveth let out a quiet, triumphant huff as the control console flickered to life, dimly illuminating the room. She went to work immediately, interfacing her datapad with the ancient console.

“Damn. Main power cells are depleted,” she said. “I’ll try to at least get emergency lighting turned on.”

“Why would the power be depleted if the base has been abandoned for decades?” Maree asked. “The Techno Union had extraordinarily advanced power cells that were capable of storing energy far longer.”

“Unless something used it,” Reveth said.

Kix swiveled his head to stare at the Twi’lek.

“Like what?” he bit out.

She shrugged. “Dunno. But we might find out as soon as I get the data decrypted.”

A distant, deep hum sounded, and red light flickered on throughout the base.

“Nicely done,” Maree told Reveth.

“Let’s get the data and get the kriff out of here,” Kix growled, hating every minute of their time in the farking spooky base.

“Working on it,” Reveth snapped. “Think you can do it faster?”

Ithano glanced between Kix and Reveth, then moved to join Kix at the doorway, blaster rifle raised. “What is it?”

“Not sure,” Kix replied quietly. “Something doesn’t feel right.”

Ever reticent, Ithano merely nodded and took up position across from him. Kix nodded in silent gratitude that the pirate captain didn’t question his instincts. Then again, the Crimson Corsair hadn’t survived this long by ignoring his gut. 

Kix’s eyes darted to Maree again. She leaned over the console, scrolling rapidly through the data files, searching for any hint of the information they sought. He turned back toward the hallway, his eyes scanning it watchfully.

“No kriffin’ way,” Maree gasped.

“What?” Kix and Reveth demanded in unison.

“You just lost a bet, my love,” Maree told Kix.

“Wait, really?” Reveth asked. “It’s real?”

“‘Project Ophio,’” Maree read, her voice low and hurried. “Principal investigator Vamb Tebrem. Project number T327H1138X99. Primary focus of study is to develop experimental NM-K reconstitutors with the purpose of enhancing the durability and combat acumen of extant B-1 series assets…” Her voice trailed off as she leaned closer to the console, flicking through the data hurriedly. “Project director reported a 62% success rate in the initial efficacy trial; however the experimental reconstitutors were prohibitively expensive to manufacture, and the unpredictability observed in field tests was not adequately resolved—what field tests?”

“You catch any of that?” Reveth asked Kix.

He shrugged. Maree’s voice had dropped to an inaudible murmur as she scrolled through the data, then opened another data file. A quiet chime sounded from the console, drawing Reveth’s attention.

A glowing hologram appeared over the console: wave after wave of battle droids locked in combat a group of clone commandos who should have been able to easily defeat the B-1s. But the droids just kept going. Nothing could stop their advance as they overwhelmed the commandos’ positions and tore them to pieces. Kix swallowed hard, hearing the screams of the dying commandos, unable to take his eyes off the hologram. Maree slapped a button on the console and the sound paused abruptly as the holo froze.

“Holy kark,” she breathed.

“What?” Reveth asked. “Is that not normal?”

“No,” Kix said grimly. “We need to get out of here.”

“Uh, about that…” Reveth said.

Ithano swiveled his head toward the Twi’lek. “What?”

“Opening that holofile triggered an alert in the system,” Reveth said. “Hopefully it’s nothing?”

“Time to go,” Kix growled.

“Yeah,” Maree said, her voice shaky. “Yeah, I think you’re right.”

“At least let me download the records,” Reveth argued, jamming a data spike into the console.

They all froze as a distant but unmistakable crash echoed through the base, followed by a rhythmic thumping.

“What is that?” Maree whispered.

“Clankers,” Kix said grimly, drawing his second blaster. “Seal the blast doors.”

“We’ll be trapped in here!” Reveth objected.

Maree stared at Kix. “Can’t we make it out before—”

A light flashed, and her body jerked as a blaster bolt smashed into her. She went down hard, and Kix barely had time to register what was happening before a firestorm of blaster bolts exploded into the room. He whirled back to the entrance and returned fire at the wave of battle droids that was advancing at high speed toward his position. Ithano was firing as fast as he could, but the droids weren’t dropping.

“Get those kriffing doors sealed!” Ithano bellowed.

Reveth had ducked down behind the console for cover as Maree scrambled to join her out of the line of fire. Reveth frantically worked the controls from her position on the floor, but she wasn’t fast enough. A single droid made it through before the doors slammed shut. The clanking and pounding of the army of droids battering against the blast doors was deafening. The lone battle droid charged across the command center.

“Kill it!” Kix shouted. “Fuckin’ kill it!”

Reveth, Ithano, and Kix unleashed a torrent of blaster bolts, but the karking thing wouldn’t go down, even as its components began to fail and fly off its body. It was headed for the console. It was headed toward Maree. Desperately, Kix launched himself at its mangled, skeletal form, tackling it as he locked his arms around and tore its head off with a sickening screech of twisting metal.

But the fucking thing kept moving, shambling toward the console. Kix growled and yanked out his vibroblade, slashing through the droid’s joints until nothing remained but a pile of scrap, and then he sprinted toward Maree, launching himself over the control console. 

“Maree!” Kix yelled hoarsely.

Her face was sweaty and contorted with pain as she clutched her hand around her upper arm, but she gave him a tight smile. “I’m all right.”

The blaster hole in her jacket sleeve was still smoking, and Kix felt sick as he saw blood covering her hand, oozing from a wound that should have been cauterized by the plasma bolt. 

“Let me see,” he ordered. 

She moved her hand, and he cut the sleeve away quickly, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Oh, fuck, it’s bad. It’s bad, and I don’t have my kit.

“We have to get out of here,” Reveth rasped.

Kix dug frantically through his pouches, finding only a few small bacta patches and a vial of spray bandage. He didn’t have a choice. It would have to do, at least until they could make it back to the Stinger. 

He shoved the jacket sleeve and vibroblade toward Reveth. “Cut that into strips. Wide ones.”

He drenched the blaster wound with spray bandage, then grabbed the first strip Reveth cut from the jacket sleeve and quickly tied it around Maree’s arm near her shoulder. “Do you have a stylus on you?”

“Always,” Maree said, her voice tense with pain. She pulled the stylus out of her pocket and handed it to him, carefully avoiding looking at the charred, bloody wound. “Why is it bleeding so much?”

Kix tied the ends of the cloth strip around the stylus and twisted to tighten the makeshift tourniquet, securing it as he replied in an artificially calm tone. “Sometimes it happens. Move just wrong—the cauterized scab opens—blood.”

He ripped open the bacta patches and arranged them carefully over the injury, covering it as well as he could before wrapping the rest of the fabric strips around them to secure them in place. Finally, he looked up into her eyes, inadvertently smearing her own blood on her cheek as he cupped her face.

“I’m not losing you today.” His words were firm, but tremor in his hands was undeniable, and his pulse thundered in his ears.

She smiled at him through dry, ashen lips, and he kissed her forehead, then helped her carefully to her feet. Reveth had pulled up a schematic of the base, and Ithano joined them at the console, pausing to squeeze Kix’s shoulder briefly.

“We don’t die so easily,” the captain said in his deep, rasping voice.

“Not today, anyway,” Reveth cut in. “I found an escape route.”

“Please tell me it’s not the ventilation shaft,” Maree said unsteadily.

“It’s always the ventilation shaft,” Reveth replied.

Maree’s shoulder screamed with agony as she crawled through the ventilation shaft. She gritted her teeth to hold back the whimper of pain that hovered at the base of her throat. The ventilation shaft was filthy and cramped, and their progress was torturously slow as they navigated as silently as possible to their destination. The conduit wouldn’t take them all the way out of the base, so they would have to make a run for the main entrance when they got close. The only way they stood a chance of escaping was to not draw the attention of the battle droids.

She followed Kix through the labyrinthine ductwork, crawling laboriously on her knees and one hand. Her injured arm had burned like fire when Kix first applied the tourniquet, but now her arm was completely numb—and equally useless. At last, they found the access hatch to the main corridor. Kix dropped down first, and then Maree realized exactly how difficult this was going to be with only one functional arm. 

“Just drop,” he whispered. “I’ll catch you.”

She took a deep breath and slid out of the maintenance hatch, feet first. Panic flashed in her mind briefly as she plummeted through the air, but Kix was true to his word, catching her before she could hit the ground. He set her down quickly and checked to make sure her bandage was still in place as first Reveth and then Ithano dropped down into the corridor.

They sprinted for the exit. Maree’s lungs burned and her vision blurred around the edges as she gasped for breath. Kix looked back at her sharply and reached for her hand, dragging her along behind him. By some miracle, the droids hadn’t detected them yet, and she could see the main entrance of the base. She forced herself to keep running, even as she stumbled and nearly went down, kept upright only by Kix’s strong grasp.

He tugged her arm over his shoulder and wrapped his arm around her waist to support her, but he didn’t slow his pace. “We have to keep going, love. We can’t stop now.”

“I know,” she wheezed. “So close…”

She could hear the clanking of droids behind them, and she pushed herself as hard as she ever had in her life to keep running. They cleared the entrance, and Reveth tossed a few magnetized thermal detonators onto the ceiling of the base. 

Keep running, don’t stop, keep going.

The explosion knocked them off their feet, but the rubble of the collapsed ceiling blocked the main entrance. It wouldn’t hold back the droids for long, but it bought them time—so long as they kept moving. Kix was up first, pulling Maree with him as Reveth and Ithano scrambled to their feet.

They ran for the trees as Reveth commed Squeaky. “We need a pickup, now!”

“He can’t get to us in the jungle!” Kix said. “We have to find a clearing where the shuttle can land.”

They dodged through the trees, trying to avoid the worst of the swampy ground, but the dense underbrush slowed their progress and steered them on a circuitous route. Out of the corner of her eye, Maree saw movement in the earth. The ground shifted and began to swell.

“What the kriff is that?” she demanded.

“Keep running, don’t look back,” Kix urged.

“No, what is that?” she repeated.

She saw a flash of pale, bonelike metal alloy, and then a battle droid erupted from the earth.

“Fuck!” she screamed.

All around them, the skeletal forms of B1.5 droids began to emerge from the swampy ground, punching their way to the surface and dragging themselves up from the mud. Kix released Maree and drew both of his blasters, opening fire without hesitation. Maree, Reveth, and Ithano followed suit, for all the good it did them. The droids simply wouldn’t go down; even if they took so many hits that they started to fall apart, they still somehow shambled on in a grotesque parody of their normal precise movement.

They had no choice but to keep running and hope that they could at least slow some of the droids down. She could hear the roar of the shuttle overhead, but the vegetation was too dense for Squeaky to pick them up. The Gamorrean’s indistinct, frantic squealing sounded from Reveth’s comlink.

“He said there’s a clearing about a klick southwest!” Reveth yelled.

It might as well be on the other side of the planet, Maree thought hopelessly. There were simply too many droids; they were advancing relentlessly, and the terrain was too hostile to cross it with any speed. Holy shit, we’re all going to die here.

Her mind darted to the holorecord of the field test—a kriffing gruesome euphemism for such carnage. It had been a complete massacre. The terrified screams of the commandos as the droids tore them to pieces; the spray of blood and viscera: the images were branded irrevocably in her memory. It was a horrific way to die, and they were about to find out firsthand. 

Panic clawed at her, closing her throat and making her shots go wild. Her legs felt sluggish, and her feet became unsteady, but Kix never let her fall, even as he fired ceaselessly at the pursuing droids.

“We’re almost there,” he grunted. “Keep running, sweetheart, you can do it.”

“Kix, go,” Ithano ordered. “Get her to the Stinger.”

“No!” Maree exclaimed. “We’re not leaving you!”

Kix ignored her protests, bending over and tossing her over his shoulder as he ran. His plastoid armor cut into her thighs and belly, and she squirmed to try to get away.

“Put me down! Go back!”

Kix ignored her and raced for the clearing where the shuttle hovered just above the ground, ready to take off as soon as the crew were safely aboard. He dropped Maree in the copilot seat and turned to Squeaky.

“Don’t let her follow me.”

He sprinted to the back of the shuttle and jumped out, making for the treeline.

“Kix!” she screamed, lurching out of her seat.

Squeaky didn’t hesitate. He thrust her back into the chair with a stern grunt, then secured the safety harness to make sure she didn’t try to run again. She could hear blaster fire and shouting outside the ship, and she tugged desperately at the harness. Squeaky grunted again to order her to take control of the ship, and he lumbered toward the rear hatch, blaster ready.

Her heart hammered as she took the controls. Please, please, please. The distraught prayer echoed in her mind, silently beseeching the Force. I can’t lose him. Not like this. She felt utterly helpless as the deafening roar of Squeaky’s blaster fire pounded through the ship. Mercifully, she soon heard the pounding of boots on durasteel, and then Ithano launched into the pilot’s seat and punched the controls, hurtling the shuttle away from the planet.

“Kix?” she asked frantically.

“I’m here,” he said, dropping to his knees next to Maree’s chair and wrapping his arms around her. “I’m here.”

“I’m here, too, thanks for askin’,” Reveth said as she flopped into her seat.

Kix stood and quickly released the safety harness, tugging Maree out of the chair and burying his face against her neck.

“Holy kark, I can’t believe we all made it out,” Reveth said. “I was sure Maree was toast.”

Maree laughed, and Kix glared at the Twi’lek. “Not kriffin’ funny.”

“It’s kinda funny,” Reveth insisted.

Kix shook his head and drew Maree out of the cockpit and back to the tiny med bay at the rear of the shuttle. “Med bay” was putting it generously; it was really just a bunk and a large emergency medkit, but it had everything he needed to treat her shoulder. He administered a stim shot, cleaned and redressed her wound, and removed the tourniquet. He worked efficiently, and she didn’t see any of the distress that had clouded his eyes back at the base—of course, they weren’t fending off a horde of unkillable zombie droids this time, either.

“What’s the verdict, doctor?” she asked with a tiny smile.

He stroked his fingers over her forearm gently. “You’ll live. Gonna have a kickass scar, too.”

“Will you kiss it better?” she asked, fluttering her eyelashes.

He smiled wryly as he leaned in and pressed his lips softly against hers. “Don’t ever do that to me again.”

“I’ll do my best. At least I’m finally going to have an exciting story to tell Baba and Eema.”

His eyes widened. “Oh, kriff, your mothers are going to kill me!”

The Stinger docked with the Meson Martinet first, and Squeaky, Reveth, and Ithano disembarked, then Kix piloted the shuttle to his own ship, the Scorpion. Brenko and Brosna were waiting next to the airlock when Kix and Maree emerged from the shuttle.

“Well, did you find the B1.5s?” Brosna asked.

“Yeah,” Kix replied grimly.

“Ha!” Brosna laughed triumphantly. “Pay up, Captain!”

“You’re still acting captain,” Kix retorted. “Now get your ass back up to the bridge until I relieve you.”

“Wait, you’re not taking command right now?” Brosna asked.

“Nope,” Kix replied, dragging Maree to their quarters.

The door hissed shut behind them, and Kix slapped the control panel to lock it. He was on Maree instantly, devouring her in a searing kiss as he unzipped and pulled off her jacket, carefully avoiding the large bandage on her shoulder. Once he had her top removed, he dropped his mouth to her throat and kissed a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down her body as he knelt in front of her. 

His hands roved over her urgently, clutching her body close to him. She tangled her fingers in his hair as he tugged down her trousers, and then he plunged his tongue into her ravenously. Her body jerked, and she cried out, losing her balance. He caught her with ease, then pulled her toward the bed.

“Kix,” she panted. “Don’t you at least want to get naked?”

“I can’t wait,” he groaned. “Sit on my face.”

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped.

“I’m planning to,” he said, lying on his back. “On my face. Now.”

She knelt, hovering over his mouth, staring down into his eyes. He gazed back up at her, sliding his hands up her waist to cup her breasts, before dropping them to her thighs and yanking her body downward.

“Kriff!” she exclaimed as his tongue slid deeply into her cunt, then his lips closed around her clit.

He held her in place as he feasted on her, his groans vibrating against her sensitive flesh. The sensation was overwhelming. She writhed, nearly toppling over, then leaned back to brace her hands on his ribcage. He ate her like he was starving, like she was the last thing he would ever taste, and he fully intended to savor every drop.

“Kix—fuck—gods—” she moaned, her hips finding a subtle rhythm even as his strong hands gripped her, preventing her from moving more than a few centimeters.

He murmured quietly against her in between the kisses and licks and nibbles—soft, nearly inaudible whispers of fear and adoration and lust. “... taste so fucking good… love you so much… thought I was going to lose you… never letting go… so kriffin’ scared… want you so bad…”

He released her thigh and reached his hand around to massage her clit. All the muscles in her core began to tense as pleasure spooled tightly in her body, but her orgasm remained tantalizingly just out of reach. She leaned back, groping blindly for his cock. She fumbled with his belt and eventually just slid her hand beneath the waistband until she wrapped her fingers around his rigid shaft.

He grunted at the contact, his hips thrusting up off the mattress. His hand strayed away from her clit to press his palm flat against her lower belly, and pressure was exactly what she needed. She convulsed with a sob, and he redoubled his efforts, tongue-fucking her through her orgasm. Distantly, she felt the thrusting of his cock against her hand, and then a rush of hot, sticky cum on her fingers.

She crumpled to the bed, and he pulled her tightly against him, kissing the backs of her thighs as she slowly came back to herself. After a few moments, he shifted, curling up behind her, tucking his thighs behind her legs as he drew her body close to his and buried his face in her hair.

“I love you,” she murmured.

He kissed the side of her neck, just behind her ear, dragging his tongue slowly across her skin as he slid his hand up to play with her breast. “Love you. Never scare me like that again.”

She laughed quietly. “Aye, aye, Cap’n. What’s gotten into you, anyway? You were acting protective before we even left the Martinet.”

He lay silently for a moment, breathing in the scent of her hair, before he replied. “You’re late.”

She blinked. “What?”

“You’re… your cycle, it’s like clockwork. And—you’re late,” he said hoarsely.

She swallowed. “Oh.”

The original comic panel that inspired this story! This was from Star Wars Adventures Ashcan. Alas, this comic was never published, so I am once again filling in the gaps in canon.

ADDITIONAL CONTENT WARNING: mention of possible pregnancy.

[your-local-hoemie]

ꕥgenshin impactꕥ boyfriend head-canons. Number 2 Liyue boogaloo~

The first one I did got so much attention like thank you so much, I’d die for you all ^^

No I didn’t put xiao first because I was too excited to write him and no I didn’t get carried away with his scenario. Shut up.

I’m still super busy, I kid you fucking not I’ve been trying to get fired but it isn’t working for some god damn reason and I’ve had like four hours sleep in total since my last request so I apologise if this is completely incoherent, I am rapidly becoming very unhinged <33

This was just for funsies and to keep me sane so I still apologise for not get to any requests at the moment :(

Summary: Just the Liyue boys as your S/O uwu

Warnings: fluff, swearing, established relationship, gn!reader, a little suggestive (childe), not proof-read.

Characters: Xiao, Zhongli, Childe (I know he’s from that Russian place I can’t spell for the life of me but shush).

I really wanted to do baizhu but I just pulled him and I wanna go through his story so I can really get his character traits, I’ll be doing my fruity baby in the future~

Xiao~

Oh my sweet baby

My boy

The man, the myth :(, the legend~

He’s the reason my standards are too high

Curse his pretty face

Absolutely oblivious before confessing

Everyone around him could tell how different he was around you

But no matter how much they mentioned it he’d just be like

“Adepti have no need for such feelings, you mortals have such foolish ideas and no respect”

Meanwhile he’s trying his best to stomach the cake you made him just because you made it for him

At first he genuinely thought you were kinda annoying lmao

Always being so nice to him and wouldn’t leave him alone

Only when you went away to Inazuma did he realise how much he grew accustomed to your strange daily rituals of bringing him qingxings that you picked yourself just to follow him around like a puppy

I actually don’t think he’d appreciate being given too much almond tofu

Even though he likes it better than any other food can you imagine being fed the same thing everyday non stop :/

Proceeded to ask his dad Zhongli for advice

He doesn’t understand why he feels all weird and tingly

Genuinely thinks it’s his karmic debt

Zhongli proceeds to be a shit and tell’s him to “find out on his own” for some kind of moral lesson or something idfk

When he accidentally brings it up with Goldet, things get fun

Well not really for him but for everyone else’s entertainment, yes

Even with exTREME reluctance he somehow gets roped into “how to express emotions 101” lessons

Has to practice having a full conversation with a scarecrow that Goldet ever so kindly dragged in for him :)

Embarrassed, Humiliated, overwhelmed

And yet still he persists for reasons unbeknownst to him

It isn’t until he overhears some rumours about a show down between the electro archon and a mortal that he realises he might like like you

That and the constant teasing and encouragement from Zhongli and Goldet

Boys distraught

First of all he can’t have feelings for someone

He’s just going to hurt you!

He has a duty to uphold!

Only after brooding to himself for a few days does he accept it

Take it slow with him please, he may be a demon killing yaksha but he’s so scared and paranoid

Red flags? Nah we colour blind here

When you get back from Inazuma it’s very clear that your patience is thin and energy being nonexistent

Fuck you tsurimi island I hope you burn

So seeing when returning to Wangsheng Inn to find the one person you’d be holding out to see after so long, not there and a letter left to you telling you to head to the top of gingyun peak

You were not happy to say the least

Thought it was another commission and almost didn’t go

Curiosity got the better tho and that’s where he awkwardly gave you his own qingxing flowers and a amusingly bad attempt at making your favourite food

Tries to hide how red he is

Seeing you cloaked in the moonlight, leaves and fireflies framing your pretty face~

Boys a mess~

He doesn’t even have to say anything, you just pull him in for a hug and after the initial shock of it he decides then and there that you’re now bound together <3

Rarely openly admits he loves you

Too scary

At least for the moment

He is a bird

So you know what that means?

Bird behaviour goobery activated~

Brings you flowers, pebbles, crystals and anything “pretty” he comes across during his day

Pda is a no unless you want him teleporting away and pouting for a good 48 hours because he got flustered

When you’re alone though he’s more open

Hand holding, forehead kisses, sometimes even cuddling if the planets align and his karma isn’t bothering him as much that day!

He’s so touch starved he just needs to get used to affection ;-;

Stalks you romantically

He just wants to keep you safe, he’s lost so much and gone through unimaginable pain

It took some time for him to be ok with you being so close to him since he’s scared of his karmic debt hurting you

Gets super red when talking about you~

“Hm? Y/N? Well they’re..um..very important to me I suppose”

Poof. he’s suddenly “needed” somewhere else

Even if it doesn’t seem like he cares too much I can assure you that he treasures you

You’ve given his life filled with pain and loss so much meaning and even though he’s bad with expressing his emotions he’ll always find some way to make sure you know how special you are to him <3

I don’t think he’d use much pet names

Either calls you by your first name/Qingxing/sweetheart/love.

Zhongli~

Mmm fancy gentleman

British but if British people weren’t a mistake

Sighs in being British

He’s such a gentle dude ;-;

Always pulling chairs out for you or kissing your hand while holding a door open

Don’t be mistaken though

He’s an absolute smug little shit

He just hides it very well

Teases you in the most unholy of ways only to look at you with confused innocent eyes

Impossible to be mad at istg

Sliced fruit dad™️

Teaches you how to traditionally make tea after he noticed you using tea bags

Genuinely mortified him

Likes to take you on walks around Liyue and tells you stories from his life as a archon

Speaking of which I’m 100% sure he was completely unhinged when he was younger

When he first realised he was falling for you he was the sweetest person

He’d take time to somehow “accidentally” cross paths with you and just so happened to be there if you needed help

Brings you the prettiest bouquets of flowers all personally arranged by him

He has experience to a certain degree

We all know the back story and if you don’t I’m not spoiling uwu

When he decided he had dragged it on for long enough he decided to finally confess

Surprisingly nervous

Man had to keep adjusting his collar and tie and absolutely wasn’t sweating just a little

Made casual conversation while walking with you to that big crystal tree where he kept his traumatised dog

Held both of your hands right as the sun spilled golden sunlight across the mountains and probably end up cupping your cheek with the softest smile ;-;

“I have witnessed many beauties in my time but the warmth of your smile truly is the most awe inspiring sight I ever have and ever will lay eyes upon”

Xiao gets so tired of hearing him brag about you

Even Hu Tao is wearing thin 💀

Doesn’t get jealous

He knows he has nothing to worry about between his trust for you and his not very subtle ego

Tries to be better at earning and holding money just because he wants to treat you!

Doesn’t want to give Childe the luxury of knowing his money is the cause of your happiness

Not that it necessarily is anyway

It’s just the experience of seeing how your face lights up when you try that really expensive food you always wanted or find that adorable plush you’d been eyeing up, on your bed

But of course that being said it’s truly the small things you both enjoy the most

The walks and stories

Teaching him how to be more accustomed to mortal life

He loves to hold your hands or pet your head!

Also loved it when you randomly peck his cheek or nose when he’s being adorably oblivious

Good luck to anyone who tries to hurt you btw

Man will summon his pillar so far up their ass they’d legally be a lollipop

That’s a threat I swear

If you come home hurt he’ll immediately roll his sleeve up and grab the first aid

Probably scolding you for not being careful enough but he really can’t keep the act up for long

He’s just worried ;-;

He’s lived for so long

You don’t even begin to understand how much he adores and admires you for bringing excitement and warmth back to his life~

Pet names are darling/dear/love/sweetheart/jewel.

Childe~

Someone slap him please

I love him but good god

Clingy™️

I know deep down he’s a really nice boy and very soft very caring yes very nice 10/10 boyfriend

But you need to housetrain him

Dead ass would sit on the couch covered in blood and put his feet on the coffee table and get so confused to why you were mad 💀

Do not flirt back

Don’t even attempt it

Not unless you want to encourage him and make it 20x worse

You will nEVER live it down

Is actually very sweet though, if not a little dumb sometimes

Immediately knew he liked you the second you met

How did he go about showing he liked you?

Pestering you constantly

Buys you lots of things too

Have to literally threaten him to stop

Which ofc turns him on hardly works

There’s really no winning with him

That is until you realise you can bring the mighty Tartaglia, 11th of the Fatui Harbingers to his knees by just kissing his cheek or holding his hand

He’s so immune to his own teasing that he forgot to consider that affection is a pretty good way to get people to warm up to you

Jealous boy

Well sort of

He trusts you but he gets easily insecure under his cronchy ego front

Casually talks about the most fucked up shit and then laugh it off

Indirectly asked Zhongli for help confessing

Reluctantly Zhongli finds out your favourite food/hobbies/Ect.

Yeah help him but not Xiao, betrayer

I’m not getting salty at my own headcanons shut up

When he invited you to dinner, you already knew why

He’s not subtle

Quiet is the last thing he can do well without cracking up every now and then

Either that or it was the candlelit table surrounded by roses that had been set up for you near the harbour and a very nervous ginger waiting for you with the biggest, goofiest grin imaginable

He’d be on his very best behaviour ;)

Stares at you in the candlelight before you ask him what’s up in hopes to make the tension a little less overwhelming

“I have won countless battles but none have meant quite as much to me as winning your heart does”

Congrats on become Liyues new power couple

He’d be lying if he didn’t feel at least a little smug seeing people gawk at you both

You’re so pretty together, how can they not?

Some dude tried to hit on you one time while he was drunk

Somehow Dottore magically ended up with a new play thing

When he introduced you to his family he was so happy!!

Tonia, Teucer, and Anthon all adore you!!

He does get a little jealous though when you play house with Teucer and you tease him by purposefully refusing to be his spouse

Good job keeping that act up for too long

Has absolutely sent piles of letters to his family telling them all about you!

His parents probably know pretty much everything there is by now

Though if you have boundaries he’ll respect them :)

He loves to show his affection to you no matter where you are!

Teasing kisses, hand holding, hugging

He’ll often barge into your room and plop his head down on your lap just so you can play with his hair while he talks~

If you fall asleep then he’ll wrap you all up and cuddle you uwu

Had to decide if he should tell you about his occupation

He was so scared that you’d leave him or become scared ;-;

Sure, you and the fatui aren’t exactly on close terms but it’s different with him

When you asked to have some time to think he was terrified

Please give him hugs and reassure him when you return

He’s even seemed to calm down a little since you got together

Of course he’s still a battle crazed maniac that gets hard just off the thought of being challenged

But he’s devoting more of his time to cherishing you and spending time together <3

Gets so excited when you ask to spar him

Does the whole thing where he’ll stand behind you while he shows you how to hold his bow

All steamy and shit

Elbow him

You also have to admit his status has its plus points

You never have to worry about being in danger while on commissions or having enough mora to survive

Romantic idiots 3.0

Though you’re probably a little less unhinged

Probably not by much if you’re dating him tho~

When you’re tired or don’t have the time to deal with his neediness he’ll go full pout mode

All whiny and touchy

Give him a head pat and a kiss that lasts maybe a little longer than it should and he’ll satisfied

Expect for the times he carries you back home to enjoy your attention a little more~

Honestly a 50/50

He always makes sure to tell you how much he loves you and how much happier you’ve made his life~

If you look close enough you might even see a slight sparkle in his deep blue eyes that never used to be there <3

Pet names areeee: cutie/babe/baby/honey/droplet/spark/love

I know xiaos was long enough to be it’s own post but let me have my silly little obsession with my silly little traumatised men!

[thorns-and-rosewings]

Wow... We've reached part 6 of this thing, the Reaper King AU 💀. I will be honest, this is the most I have written in years... Writing used to be the one thing I couldn't stop myself from doing... but... Somewhere along the lines I lost my passion for it. This is the first time in AGES I have had so much fun doing the thing that I love. And I gotta say I hope y'all are enjoying reading this half as much as I enjoy writing it :)

TW: As per usual, this touches on some darker topics. So you've been warned.

Part 6

-It takes KC a while to truly figure out how to use the App properly... But he gets the hang of it eventually.

-Although he does get a few more 'Old Man' jokes from Bloodmoon as he's figuring it out.

-The fact that he's a robot having trouble figuring out a dating app is not even acknowledged though.

-The conversations between KC and the Ranger, whose name is Harper (Yes, I have finally figured out their name and their a very tomboyish young woman in her early 30s with brown hair and emerald green eyes.) are very casual and friendly. Mostly talking about shared interests.

...Movies...

-The Friday the 13th movies are underrated along with the Nightmare on Elm St series. The original Jurassic Park movies are timeless. Godzilla movies are wonderful and best enjoyed in a large screen setting like with a projector or at a drive in.

-And to this day no one has a clue what the hell was up with Halloween 3.

KC: Honestly some of the B rated horror movies are better than the big budget movies nowadays... More entertaining.

Harper: Preaching to the choir, completely agree :)

...Pets...

Harper: I'm a dog person, I had a husky up until recently... Sadly she passed and I just haven't had the heart to get a new one yet. Not to mention my job; I would have to get a pretty well behaved dog to have it out here.

KC: I have one dog (Petting Muerte, the Moon Wolf alpha) but I take care of a lot of others... My eldest has a dog as well.

...he watches as Bloodmoon is having a full tug-of-war with a bone in his mouth with the two headed/deformed wolf that he has named HunterKiller...

KC: Completely reflects how he is as a person...

...Hobbies...

-As it turns out Harper has a love for legends, myths and all sorts of tall tales especially stories about cryptids. She's obviously extremely outdoorsy and would rather spend her life hiking the trails than sitting in front of a computer screen. The pay for working at the park she is currently working in is also really good... Probably because they can't seem to keep employees long term.

KC: Aren't you scared? There's a lot of disappearances in this area...

Harper: I am not gonna lie, I have... Seen some stuff. In the mists. I think... Eh, you probably won't believe me.

KC: You would be very surprised what I would believe.

Harper: I... I... think I encountered some of the forests cryptids once. I was out hiking and... Just these two forms amongst all that mist. I just froze... Then backed away and ran.

KC: I believe you. Strange things live out here... Were you afraid?

Harper: Well yeah... But... I always kinda had the theory that if you were respectful and left the cryptids alone... They'd leave you alone. I saw them, or at least thought I did, and I backed up and left the area. In kind of a hurry I admit... But I am not one of those people who go out looking for trouble. And judging by the fact that I am still alive, I think that theory might hold water.

KC: That's a good philosophy... I don't think it's completely accurate. But a very decent way of looking at things.

Harper: What's your theory?

KC: That it's nothing personal.

Harper: ?

KC: These cryptids hunt and kill indiscriminately. It's nothing personal to them. It's like a wolf hunting a deer... Maybe they have some scruples about what they hunt, but whatever they do kill... it's nothing personal. Respecting their domain won't always save you, but you'll probably live longer than most.

Harper: ...

KC: ?

Harper: And that is why I would rather deal with cryptids, monsters and legends than live in a concrete jungle amongst other humans any day.

-That one made Killcode smile.

...Family...

KC: I have a big family, all adopted and brought together by odd circumstances... My eldest is a young adult. My second eldest is a young teenager and it shocks me how mature he is. As he's definitely more mature than his older brother. Then my first daughter, she's growing so fast. She's so protective of her siblings and even me. Then there's my twin boys, who are a pair of mischievous little gremlins. Then there my four year old, she's very shy. Clings to my eldest like glue, which is surprising because he can be abrasive. And then there's my youngest, only a few months old now. But I can already tell she's going to be an energetic little hellion when she gets older. I love them all so much ♥️

Harper: Wow

KC: Is there a problem?

Harper: No no, just... Are they okay with you dating? I know sometimes kids don't like their parents dating. I don't want to upset your family.

KC: Actually they set this account up for me.

Harper: Oh ok. But based on your description they sound wonderful

KC: Do you have any family?

Harper: ...not really, I was an only child. My parents passed away in a car accident. No aunt's, uncle's, cousins or anything. I'm just kinda here by myself. Some friends actually made this account for me as a joke about a month ago. And... You're the only person who has had any interest in talking to me here. I was thinking about deleting this thing just before you started talking with me.

KC: Funny how the world works.

Harper: Is it nice?

KC: What?

Harper: Having a big family like that?

KC: It's the greatest joy in my life. There are times we disagree and argue, yes. But being surrounded by the ones you love the most and who love you back... There's nothing comparable.

Harper: Sounds lovely

-They talk back and forth like this for a few weeks. Before they finally opt to meet and go on a date.

...the date...

Upon KC's suggestion they are going to go on a hike on one of the shorter, but still challenging trails. One of Harper's favorites. He states that he'll be bringing her a red rose, so she will know who he is. She stated he didn't need too, but KC insisted. Harper actually gets to the beginning of this trail a little early and is quite nervous... Will they get along well in person? Will he like her?

...she didn't notice the approach of the towering 9ft tall creature garbed in a cloak, with a large glowing red core upon his chest until he was standing right next to her... She turns to see Killcode right next to her, but before she can do anything at all-

He holds out a single red rose. 🌹

There was a moment where the proverbial hamster fell off the wheel in Harper's head... But after a long moment everything finally caught up with her and she realized exactly what was going on.

Harper: Oh um... Hi...K...C?

Killcode: (Awkward smile)

They begin that hike... At first things are a bit tense and more than a little awkward. But they do begin talking, KC assuring Harper this isn't a trick or trap or anything... Harper asks a few questions of her own. But things become less tense. After a bit, things gradually go from being tense to calm, to friendly... And about an hour into the hike they are conversing like friends.

By the time they reach the halfway point of the hike, the moon has risen into the sky and any lingering awkwardness has completely evaporated and they stop and just look at the nights sky.

Harper states this is the best date she's ever been on...

KC points out that this is the only date he's ever been on...

They both laugh. Although KC starts to turn his gaze towards the forest more and more as they continue on the second half of the trail... Until he finally stops and crosses his arms. Looking at something that Harper cannot see.

KC: Young lady... Is there a reason you're following us?

...wordlessly Wisp emerges from the forest, bathing the entire area in a soft blue glow. Harper cannot help but stare at the little girl that is made of flames before her. She floats up and sits in KC's arms, allowing him and Harper to see the thing on her neck.

Harper: Is that... Is that one of those little cameras people put on their cats?

KC: (Gets horrified) Bloodmoon did you put a cat spy camera on your little sister?!

(Elsewhere Bloodmoon and the others slam the laptop closed)

...It wasn't until just before sunrise, after Harper had finally finished cleaning up the station that it really dawned on her at that moment that she is now dating one of the most feared local cryptids.

Harper found the situation both adorable and hilarious... And she admittedly was trying to avoid laughing too hard at the sight. But Wisp looked Harper up and down before moving in close and whispering to her father.

Wisp: I like her. She has a kind heart.

The girl then disappeared back into the forests from whence she came... While KC muttered about how Bloodmoon was going to be in sooo much trouble when he got home.

Rather than their date simply ending at the end of the trail, Killcode actually accompanies Harper back to the Ranger Station... Which was beneficial because much to Harper's dismay, those racoons had returned and had promptly locked her out of the cabin again. And the sounds of chittering and ransacking of the fridge can be heard even from outside.

Harper: (Growls) Evil little trash pandas...

KC: Maybe I can be of some assistance here?

Harper: If you wanna try, but they're tricky little things... The last time they locked me out I had to sleep in my Jeep. This time I am just going to go get the ladder and get in through the upstairs window... Which I started to leave open delibrately to handle these raccoon invasions.

Killcode says nothing as he walks towards the door and actually phases through it... Everything grows eerily still for a moment, before the loud, booming voice of Killcode echoes through the area like cannon fire.

KC: GET OUT!!!!!!!

Immediately the door flies open and at least a dozen raccoons run out... With their high pitched and fearful chittering sounding far more human than Harper can recall hearing before... Hell she swore she heard something along the lines of 'How were we supposed to know she was the mate of the Reaper King?!'

...yeah she's thinking too far into it...

Still KC just calmly unlocked the front door and walked outside. Expressing that he had a wonderful time tonight and would love to do this again. Something Harper happily agrees too...

They make plans to meet up again in the coming days. Before KC bids her good night and he retreats back into the forest so quickly that he just seemed to vanish...

...and she is perfectly fine with it :)

[monstaxdirtywonk]

Heaven is a place in hell with you pt. 8

Member: San as Hades X Persephone reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, smut finally lmao

Plot: it's loosely based on the myth but I've made some changes to fit my narrative

You were looking around for Hades, at this point there was only one place he'd be, he is probably reading again in the throne room. You still needed some time to get used to your new environment, but Hades has been more than understanding and you were very thankful for that. He was busy from time to time but you knew that was to be expected. He always made time for you however, getting to know each other further since you were together officially only for a week. I guess you can't say officially yet because the fellow God's didn't know about you two but you were content to be his even in secret .

"Here you are" you said a bit louder than intended which caused Hades to shake from the mere shock of your voice echoing in the peaceful room.

"You scared me" He said and started laughing nervously to reject the awkward feeling of adrenalin creeping up for no reason.

"I'm sorry" you gave him the best puppy eyes you could master and moved closer to sit on his lap.

"I'm gonna knock next time"

"You don't have to knock, just don't semi yell during the dead of the night"

You laughed because that sounded so ironic.

"It's always the dead of the night here though"

"My point exactly"

You laughed again. It seemed like someone else was taking a pass for yelling often though.

"Why is Thanatos allowed to be so loud though?"

"That's his default. I wish I could find the button to turn down his volume a bit"

"He is too feisty to not be loud anyways. But for me, I was just too excited to finally find you. I've been looking for you for some time now. Missed you already".

Hades closed the book he was reading and left it right on the table.

"I missed you too. I wanted to visit you in your rooms later on"

"I wanted to talk about that too now that you mentioned it. Why can't we sleep together? I feel like a mere guest here and it kills me".

Hades was old fashioned to say the least. But it wasn't so much about whether you were married or not but rather to take things slow. He had his fair share of experience, even though it's been a long time since he became intimate, but you had no experience whatsoever and didn't want to make you feel pressured. He didn't trust himself enough to be around you like that, sleep in the same bed, maybe his wondering hands would touch you in an improper way during the night

"I'm sorry you feel that way, sweetheart. I just thought it'd be better if we took things slow, to not overwhelm you".

"What overwhelms me in fact is not sleeping with you! I've been dreaming of this moment for so long. It's right in my grasp now but I can't have it yet somehow".

Hades sighed because he was making things harder for you, it seems like. He misunderstood and had the opossite effect.

"Okay...we can sleep together tonight then! BUT we will just sleep. Understood?"

Hades raised his eyebrow, knowing well where your thoughts were heading. Exactly where his thoughts currently are too, to be honest.

"Mmm we will see about that..." You crossed your arms underneath your bust, like a child that was throwing a tantrum. His act made you doubt his attraction towards you and that scared you off a bit. You were thankful he was considering your needs and wants but it seemed like he was controlling himself a bit too well. Little did you know.

"Come here" Hades smiled making his dimples to appear and gestured for you to sit on his lap. You loved physical touch but you didn't experience it much so far since Artemis was a bit stern about such things.

You moved closer and sat on him, moving around a bit to find a way in which you wouldn't crash his legs too much with your weight.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" You asked full of curiosity.

"My legs are fine. I'm a God after all. Something else might start acting up later on". He smirked and cackled.

You had no idea what he was talking about but you knew for a fact it was sexual. He was confusing you a bit, keeping some distance from you and now being all teasing and playful.

"I'm so happy you are here. I don't want you to take this the wrong way and feel undesirable or anything like that. It feels like a fever dream and I'm afraid I'll wake up from it".

You turned your head to face him and cupped his cheeks before placing a quick kiss on his lips.

"Do you dream often?"

"I don't sleep much to begin with. I don't need it. But, when I do, yes."

"What do you dream of, then?"

*You, he wanted to say but it'd be too cheesy maybe*

"Fields, endless fields with lots of sunshine"

"You'd like to see all those?"

"I can and I do at times but not for long, I gotta stay in the shadows. But it seems like sunshine found me here too".

He was talking about you and you knew it. You never thought of yourself as a sunny person before. You had your gloomy days, your doubts, your pessimistic moments. But if you think about it, the sun takes its breaks too, otherwise it'd burn everything down to the ground. You and Hades are like the sun and the moon, gotta work together to bring balance.

You lay down on his chest, fondling the hem of his shirt to soothe him down. He doesn't seem stressed to begin with, but you always want to be a comforting touch for others. A kiss is placed on your forehead, which lingers for some time, till the imprint of sensual lips is left behind, a reminder of his love.

"What are you dreaming about?" Hades asked softly, waiting to hear about fairies and sheep. He didn't know your dreams can get more daring than that. Not too daring because you can't dream of things you don't know of, right?

"I used to dream of freedom. To be set free and to live on my own. Living here never was my ideal life, according to my inner desires at least. But I did choose to be here and that granted me great freedom for once. I was naive about love, still am, but the very first taste was so sweet that it made me drunk quickly. I took a sound decision though. As sound as someone in love can be".

Hades started petting your hair softly and then spoke out.

"I want you to know that you are free here. If you want to leave and go somewhere, you can. You are used to God's being above you, but I want you to think of us as equals."

Your eyes grew twice in size.

"I can't think of such thing, Hades. That'd be blasphemy after all. I don't want you to get in trouble or anything. I know my place in this world."

"Which world?"

That was a really good question. What someone defines as world is a vast and abstract concept. Your world used to be the world of the living, but you're not there anymore.

"Exactly my point. This is my world and I make the rules. Other God's don't have a saying about that either. Even if they don't agree, their opinions hold no value here."

"That sounds hot" you smirked and started laughing.

"You like it when I'm assertive?" He asked.

You nodded.

"I know this might sound selfish but I like how powerful you are. It's surreal to think that a powerful God would fall for me, yet alone be a little whipped too".

"What's that?"

"What's what?"

"A little whipped. What does that mean?"

You started laughing at the boomer side of Hades that you had to get along with, too.

"It's when someone is really into someone. But it's not just a lighthearted crush, you get really soft for that person."

Hades nodded at the explanation.

"Well you can say I'm more than a little whipped then".

You smiled brightly at that response. Some people play hard to get, too self centered or scared to admit someone else has such power over them. But Hades is confident about the way he loves you, not hiding his feelings away, but being open and even proud about it.

"I'm gonna get too spoiled it seems like."

"You will."

"For the time being, let's just sleep together".

Here you go again.

"We will! You have my word".

"Tonight?"

"Tonight".

~~~~~~

The underworld didn't have many servants which was lacking compared to the other kingdoms. However some demi gods stayed with Hades when the world's were sorted and served his majesty. Only one of them was female, Nyx. The goddess of the night graced the kingdom with her beauty and grace and Hades thought you could afford some socializing. She wasn't exactly a servant due to her goddess state, but she was willing to help you out and making your transition to your new home a bit easier.

"What color should I wear?" You asked while looking her way and draping two dresses on you.

"Are you gonna have a meal first?"

You nodded.

"That's what he said. He wants to have a meal and talk a bit first. I don't know why he makes it such a big deal."

Nyx noticed the concern that settled on your forehead by creating a frown, that's why she didn't speak up till you did.

"I know this sounds stupid and I'm sorry if it's too personal, you're the only one I can share it with"

She stood up from the chair and moved closer, already sensing the need for comfort and a quick pick up.

"No, don't worry! You can tell me anything that troubles you and I'm gonna listen".

"Artemis was always telling us to be careful with men because they're...quick to react if you know what I'm saying. She said that they're often ruled by their hormones. That's why I thought Hades would be a bit more...reactive? But he takes it slow, which isn't a bad thing, I just doubt whether he wants me like that too, or it's more of a platonic love? That wouldn't be bad, just unequal because I view him as a man myself".

"I see where you're coming from, but as someone that knows Hades for a long time, I'd say that he is different. Of course I'm sure he feels attracted to you in that sense too, he just needs some time to get to know you a bit better in order to take the next step. It's just his general philosophy, it has nothing to do with you".

You really hoped she was right. She did know him way longer than you do after all. Maybe you should forget about that for now and enjoy the moment.

"Hid favorite color is purple and I'm sure it's gonna look lovely on you. Maybe we should go for that dress, what do you think?"

You looked at her again and slowly nodded, her words waking you up from a train of thoughts and worries. Nyx couldn't see what Hades found in you at first. She used to have feelings for him and tried to make a move but was denied. She doesn't feel anything for him anymore, but the curiosity of who he chose as his partner got under her skin. She can see now what's your appeal, for Hades at least. Innocence. Not a faux one that is used as a foreplay or flirting style, but purity, which is hard to find among immortals. If it was someone else and not Hades, she'd assume the worst, but she does trust him. Even if he hurt her by rejecting her, he wasn't one to manipulate you or anyone really. He just wanted a break from the filthy world.

After getting ready you made your way to the dining room and slowly opened the door. Candlelit room that seemed frozen in time, your movements slower than usual, and shadows dancing with each other.

You saw Hades sitting already at the very far left and you went to sit the opossite way but the table was longer than you'd like.

"Where are you going?" He asked confused.

"That's where queens usually sit" You said with a smile.

"When they are guests over. Now it's just the two of us so you should come closer."

You did as you were told and Hades quickly got your hand in his as you settled down.

"You look so beautiful tonight. I don't think we're gonna sleep much".

You tried to hide your face between your hands because that was very daring for your poor inexperienced heart.

Hades laughed, he liked making you flustered way more than he thought it was possible.

As the dinner was served, you got distracted by the servants and all the plates you saw in front of you, but Hades eyes didn't leave your figure for a second. You had styled your hair in voluminous curls, that emphasized how long they were. Your wrists were adorned with bracelets made of pearls, matching your earrings. The necklace however, was a mixture of pearl and silver details, sparkling ever so slightly by the way you moved your neck to his side. A light lavender fragrance captured his sense of smell, and he was certain you weren't just a nymph, because not even Aphrodite would compare to you.

"That's a lot of food" you spoke up trying to stop the awkward moment of him blatantly staring at you. You weren't used to attention to say the least.

"I wanted you to eat well and gain enough strength for tonight"

Here he goes again.

"Can you stop flirting like that? My poor heart can't handle all that".

"You were more confident when you asked for us to sleep together".

"You're always more confident before and when something is about to happen, reality hits you and you go back to your shell".

"Your shell? Besides being a nymph, are you a mermaid too?"

"I might be. One without a tail though".

"At least you got their beauty".

"You flirt every other sentence now, don't you?"

Hades started laughing because he wasn't even doing it on purpose.

"When I like something I see, I'm honest to a fault".

Good thing the lighting here wasn't that bright and he couldn't see the blush on your cheeks.

"I'm the opossite I think. It's gonna take me some time till I'll start complimenting you."

"I can handle that if you show me your love in other ways".

Is he drunk or what?

"Weren't you the one that said we are going to just sleep tonight?"

"I might have changed my mind. Of course if you want that too".

"I'd like that too. I'm just a bit nervous, that's all".

"We're going to take it slow, my love".

You nodded.

You felt flustered underneath his gaze and took a look at the variety of food the servants bought for your meal.

"OH is this a pomegranate? I love them, they're so tasty!" You exclaimed only to be cut short by Hades.

"Why did they bring pomegranates?" He looked serious and even mad. You were beyond confused.

"There is a special power associated with pomegranates from the underworld, my love. If you eat them while being here, you'd have to stay forever."

"Forever? As in, never leave, ever?"

"Not exactly. You can live for some time but you're gonna be tied to this world. You'll start experiencing discomfort if you're away from here for too long".

"I see. So you don't want me to eat them because you're not ready to be tied to me in that way or you doubt whether I'm ready to commit to such an important decision?"

Hades looked at you and then spoke up.

"The second one".

"Don't question my determination about my will to stay here."

"It's just a big decision and I didn't want you to not be informed. Whether you want to proceed or not."

You thought about it for some time and when you turned around Hades looked at you attentively, ready to hear what you have to say.

"Can you feed it to me?"

Hades lifted his eyebrow, you couldn't ask a better thing.

He got half a piece of the fruit and moved it closer to your mouth. You opened and started eating slowly, but Hades didn't move away even when the fruit was consumed.

"Open up again"

You did as you were told, looking at him surprised but aroused by his dominant side.

He inserted two fingers inside your mouth, and you started sucking on them, enjoying the leftover juice.

"Fuck" He muttered underneath his breath.

Quickly he removed his fingers and replaced them with his lips, kissing you so hungrily you couldn't decide if it was the sweet taste of pomegranate or you that he was lusting after.

His hands cupped your face and they held you there for a minute before you had to break off the kiss in order to catch your breath.

"Should we go to the bedroom?"

"Yes" you answered and stood up, following Hades.

The dinner you just had was held in a room directly next to his bedroom so it didn't take long till you found it. The theme was dark, grey and purple colors adorned the walls and he had a large bed at the center of the room.

"I guess I fit the theme with my choice of attire"

You were hinting to the purple dress you were wearing.

"Nyx told you?" He asked.

You looked at him surprised.

"How do you know?"

"Well...I never saw you wearing purple before you came over to stay so I assumed it wasn't a color you'd prefer. You like lighter tones, right?"

"I do yes"

"Wear them then. Don't change to fit my liking. I like you in pastels too".

You found it really sweet how observant he was and how much he emphasized your individuality.

"Plus you won't be wearing it for too long"

You gasped and your cheeks started blushing.

He chuckled and came closer to hug you and take some of the embarrassment away.

You found refuge in the crook of his neck and tried to hide there from his risky words.

Hades moved his hand underneath your chin and you got the message that he wanted a kiss. Maybe more than that.

Your suspicion was confirmed because the moment your eyes landed on his, he went for a second kiss that took your heart away. It was messy, like the one you shared before, but it felt do good, your stomach was doing flips uncontrollably.

His mouth moved lower, and you turned your neck to allow him to kiss you properly. His kisses turned more aggressive and he started sucking on the delicate skin, surely about to leave marks there. Marks you'd show off proudly to the world. You were his now.

His hands started exploring your body as well and they moved higher to grope your breasts, gently but hungrily at the same time. His large hands on you had a fire lit within you in no time.

"Do you wanna touch me too, love?"

You did. But the sensation he bought you so far felt incredible and you were frozen still for a bit.

You nodded and he got your hands and placed them on his waist.

"Just touch me wherever you want".

That was easier said than done. You already felt nervous to do much but the overwhelming desire made you forget about it for a moment.

His body felt firm and toned against you and his tiny waist made his godly shoulders appear even broader. Underneath the soft clothes he was wearing, muscles contrasted.

He broke the make out session for a bit and took off his clothes fast before he came back to you. You, however, wanted to take a better look, which felt very embarrassing when he saw you ogling his physique like that.

"Like what you see?" He smiled proudly, loving the effect he had on you.

"I do. Now I see where the saying looking like a Greek God comes from"

He started laughing and kissed your forehead. His signature move by now.

"Happy you do."

His hard dick was poking against your dress by now, out and proud and you really wanted to touch him but you weren't sure what to do to make him feel nice.

"You can touch me wherever you want, remember?"

Was he reading your mind? Maybe your hesitation was written all over your face.

"Can you guide me?"

Oh shit. You were killing him.

"Start by stroking me slowly and focus mostly on the tip".

You did as you were told, feeling extremely aroused already.

Your small hand made him look even larger and he was about to cum faster than he'd like to admit. Just you being there, was the biggest turn on to him.

You stopped stroking him all the way down and decide to mostly focus on the tip, applying pressure over the slit which made him hiss.

"I'm sorry" you apologized thinking you were doing something wrong. More like doing something incredibly well.

"No don't apologize. You did so well in fact I might cum earlier than I should. Let's take it to the bed".

He started kissing you again and slowly removed your dress which made you shiver a bit by the sudden temperature change.

Hades was staring really hard, which made you insecure since you assumed the worst.

"You are beautiful, love".

You gave him a reassuring smile and went to lay down on the bed.

"Open up your legs for me, sweetheart".

You did as you were told and he put his fingers between them, playing with your clit and spreading the wetness. When he thought you were wet enough, he inserted a finger inside you.

"Does it hurt?" He asked while looking so attentively.

"Only a tiny bit" You reassured him.

The sensation felt like burning pressure which was more uncomfortable than painful, but at the same time you were craving every little more of his hands against your heat.

"My baby's so tight. How can I fit properly mmm?"

You moaned at that. Simple ass words made you moan out loud because you loved the idea of being so much smaller than him.

"Please I want more"

"More?"

"I want you to take me...properly now".

"No more fingers?"

You nodded and your eyes had such a pleading look which worked wonders for Hades. He loved how easily submissive you were for him. Letting him have his way with you and trusting him completely.

He pumped his dick a bit and moved closer to your aching hole, carefully opening your legs further.

"Ready?"

"Yes"

He put the head first and teased the area by sliding it up and down to further turn you on. As if that was possible. You were beyond wet at this point.

Little by little he entered you and stopped almost halfway when he heard your sigh.

"Painful?"

"A bit."

"The more you'll relax, the easier it will be"

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes because naked, muscular and sweaty Hades didn't really help at keeping you 'relaxed'.

He put his hand on your clit, slowly drawing circles to ease your pain with pleasure. After he saw your breathing slowing down some more, he moved in a bit further till he was fully inside you.

You opened your eyes to see his face inches away from yours, looking at you with all the care in the world.

"Does it hurt now?"

"It's better now"

You engulfed him in a hug which pushed him even further in, causing you two to moan in synchrony.

"You feel amazing. I've never felt like that with another woman before".

This was supposed to be a compliment but your imaginative mind thought of Hades fucking someone else and the green monster of jealousy possessed you.

As if he could read your mind, he knew exactly what to say.

"I am yours now though"

You smiled so brightly at that. You wanted to be his one and only till the end of time. Maybe even after that. For sure, even after that.

"I love hearing that"

"I know that you do. We aren't that different after all".

Your hips started moving on their own, which bought Hades to the present and he started moving his hips, slowly thrusting into you.

You could literally see veins popping around his forehead, he was really holding back.

"You can fuck me faster if you want"

"OH I definitely want that, but I shouldn't. It's gonna hurt tomorrow to begin with, let's not make it any worse."

"Okay but next time we can try a different position too"

"We will. Let's take it slow"

You nodded and moved your hands lower to cup his butt.

"Daring, aren't we?" He started teasing you.

"You're balls deep inside me, I don't think it's time to be all shy with you".

"That's my girl".

Hades moved a bit faster to grant your wish, but not too hard or as fast as he'd wish for.

You started feeling an overwhelming positive feeling which you've never experienced before but it was almost addicting.

"Hades..."

"I know, love. Let it go"

You let your body relax some more and his hand traveled between you to tease your clit once again.

Not long after, you came undone, experiencing the best sensation you've ever felt, tightening around his dick, making him cum too right after you.

You were breathing hard but remained connected till you collected yourselves again.

"All good?" He asked.

"All perfect" You smiled at him.

He placed a kiss on your forehead and slowly removed himself.

He laid down next to you and gestured for you to cuddle him.

"I...feel sticky." You said embarrassed.

"I'll clean you up in a bit"

"You're so caring and loving"

"Anything for you, my love"

[alatismeni-theitsa]

This might be a weird question, but the topic has been driving me insane. So, Perseus has been one of ny favourite Greek heroes of all time, but suddenly i've seen many people around the internet saying he's horrible and... Why? Is there any myth I haven't found yet about the guy? Any source? Like, i'm already aware how people know nothing about his deal with Medusa, but suddenly everyone started to say that he was horrible towards his mother and Andromeda too, and i can't find anything explaining something "terrible", at least for what would be considered like that back in the day. What did the dude do that i'm missing? Or people just want to shit on him because it's quirky like they've been doing towards Odysseus for no reason? Παρακαλώ, βοηθήστε 🥲

Γειαα! Hmmm reading the basics again for his life and feats, besides slaying the Medusa (aka not a feminist icon but the type of monster who kills a mother with her child if she sees them near - please no one believe Ovid xD), I didn't see any other "problematic" thing. I might have been missing something as well, so anyone who knows feel free to enlighten us both.

My general guess is that western internet culture sees Medusa as a feminist icon right now because they don't check to see how Ovid treated the Greek myths, and generally because they don't read what the ancient Greek authors said about this monster or how ancient Greeks used her symbol/head to scare others. So, Perseas, who killed this "feminist icon" is the bad guy in their minds.

Might I add, Perseas killed the Medusa to get rid of a cunning and abusive king who wanted to force his mother into marriage with himself. Also, he saved Andromeda and took her as a wife with the wishes of her family. When Andromeda's former fiance chased them, Perseas was like "dude, you did nothing for your "fiance" when they tied her on a rock for a monster to eat her, and now you want her??" Then he returned and saved his mother just before the evil king sacrificed her. I am aware of the patriarchal lenses here so in this context, and even by today's standards to a large degree, the most feminist icon in the story is Perseas 😂 (unless he did something horrible I missed, idk xD)

@purple-amaranthe do you happen to know any problematic things Perseas has done in this detailed memory of yours?

[mandolin22]

Therapy

Part 3

“Namor! I know you hear me.” You call out again.

“Yes, Pequeña querida? You call my name.” He appear walking out of the ocean.

You take a step back as his presence overwhelms you. Your breath hitches and you watch the water drip from his hair and down his chiseled body.

“My eyes are here, mi amor. What do you want?” He speaks.

“Um-I uh - I remember you.” You softly say to him.

“I know you do. Tell me, have you been thinking about me as long as I have you?”

“Um- probably not but I just need to know…what do you want with me?” You ask him, shifting in the sand unsure of what to do with you hands.

He takes notice and takes one of your hands into his. You feel an instant sensation overwhelm you body and snap your hand away from him.

He nods apologetically and does not push you.

No. You will not let this mutant do this to you. Although, you’ve never felt this way around anyone, especially Riley. Other thoughts begin to roam your mind of way you could get back at Riley….no no no.

“What I want I can not tell you yet. I need you to trust me.”

“I’ve read about you. You’re a myth. How do I know I’m not dreaming?”

“For you to think your dreaming of me, must mean I am pleasing to your eyes.” He smirks.

You didn’t think he would come back with that of all things but he isn’t wrong. You try to keep a straight face and your head up but you aren’t sure how to comeback from that. You’ve never been good at smart remarks, though you really wished you were, especially in this moment.

He smiles and closes the distance between the two of you, “I am no myth, y/n.”

Shivers. When he speaks your name…nothing but shivers cover your body.

“I demand you tell me what you want with me.” You state.

He raises an eyebrow as he intently stares you down. “Demanding…that will do you good but not towards me. You will never make demands of me, do you understand querida?”

You phone begins to ring in your pocket which stares you out of a staring contest between you and Namor.

You pull your phone out to see it is Riley. You haven’t returned any of his texts or calls and he is getting pissed. Good.

“You will answer him and end it.” Namor states plainly.

His words shock you, “I’m sorry what? No I will not.” You don’t know why you haven’t ended things, maybe you’re scared of what he would do.

“You are scared of him.” He senses.

You do not respond but simply look away from his intense gaze.

“I will teach him to fear me and soon he will fear you, mi reina.” He whispers into your ear. He begins to walk back into the ocean but you shout after him, “wait, what do you mean by that?”

“You will see in time.” He stops turning to you taking a step closer to cause your breath to hitch at his closeness

“When will I see you again?” You gulp.

“When would you like?” He whispers only centimeters from your face. You feel his warm breath against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

“Soon.” You admit, catching his eyes intently staring into your soul.

His fingers lightly placed under your chin, keep you locked with him and this time you don’t move away from his touch. You shallow hard, your breathing intensifies causing him to take notice and smirk.

He says something in another language you’ve never heard before. It was beautiful though. You catch his eyes glance at your lips and you stiffen which he takes notice of. He slowly leans in but stops and quickly returns to the waters leaving you standing at the edge of the beach.

“Y/n?”

You whip around to see Riley coming down the hill of your yard into the beach. He looks pissed.

—————

Part 4 added below

Taglist: @bontensbabygirl @theboggyman

[masqueradepoetry]

Icarus

(Okay so I had to write a poem for a school thing and I didn’t want to write anything too personal cause it’s a school of rednecks and they would not be the kindest in the face of my weaknesses, so this is slightly inspired by that one really famous Icarus poem, I’ll edit this once I find the author and proper name of the poem so y’all can read it yourself.)

I’m in love with Icarus.

His painted Ivory wings

With feathers gilded in gold.

His father loved him,

Supported him,

Enabled him to fly.

Icarus’ wings

Were made from

Clouds and sunrays.

Maybe I don’t love him

Maybe I want to be him,

Even as he fell from high above.

Maybe I want to know

What it’s like to soar

High above the world.

Maybe I want to know

What it’s like to succeed,

To be praised and adored.

Maybe I also want to know

What it’s like to fall,

To embrace terminal velocity.

To see my feathers molt

And drift past me

As melted wax scorches my skin.

To close my eyes and breath,

Knowing that the ocean will catch me,

To know that I tried.

I want to be him

Because I can’t fly myself;

Because I can’t try.

Because I’m scared.

I’m not scared of the fall,

But of the ascent,

Of the climax.

It’s not because it’s difficult,

I’ve survived difficult.

I’ve climbed over hardships.

Chains circle and confine me

To the Earth’s crust,

Never to allow me to even jump.

Even Helios,

The imprisoned god of the sun,

Looks at me with pity.

Why am I so scared of success?

Am I worried that people

Will only see the lie of myself?

I am no instrument.

I am not a lyre for

Apollo to strum.

Yet I feel like a falsehood

Whenever I accomplish,

What if I’m not what I should be?

What if I’m faking talent?

I’ve always been decent

At this and that.

I’ve never failed spectacularly.

I am a simple

Jack of all trades

Master of none.

Part of me is terrified

Of the spotlight,

Of the recognition.

Part of me yearns,

To be a role model

To be admired.

Many have said,

“I’d rather be a Jack of all trades

Master on none,

Than someone who’s only

A master of one.”

The thing is

I’d rather be a “master of one,”

Than to be seen by no one.

Maybe that’s how Icarus felt

As he rose into the sky

And greeted the scorching sun.

Maybe he knew he would fall,

Perhaps he only thought

He could get right back up.

I wish I had that confidence,

Then I could accomplish more,

Give more to the world.

Even Icarus gave a myth,

An immortal legend that tells people

To not take things for granted.

I wish I was Icarus

So that I could fly and fall,

So that I can be a myth.

After all,

Who am I to say

That Icarus didn’t see his descent…

As beautiful?

A sign to get back up,

To try again

To only get better.

[thepringlesofblood]

Casting My Opinions Into The Void: d20′s Neverafter ep 1+2

this is the first d20 campaign im going to be following live and i am excited enough to do a lil post each week or so about it. mostly bc recycling and adapting and retelling and retranslating old stories that “everyone knows” is my whole shit. like i got a degree in the study of ancient greek and roman civilization (classics). my whole thing is reading old myths and plays that “everyone knows” how they go and seeing what each author/translator brings to the table.

anyway i watched episodes 1 n 2 and i am excited and my observations are below

(like if you were really into the Sisters Grimm series as a kid and are similarly excited for this lol the modernized fairytale characters in that series are literally called “Everafters” and its because it’s really good shorthand for the audience. i see you brennan i see you)

normally ppl who do the whole ‘dark/horror/thriller fairytale’ thing fuck it up bc they think it’s about the shock value, or about seeing how nasty you can get with it, so I usually avoid them, but after bingewatching a kadrillion d20 campaigns, I trust brennan to do it right. you have to find the core value/crux of what is horrifying about the story and tease it out, and play with the symbolism and icons of the original story to reflect that. and brennan fuckin delivered.

ep 1

folks, give a hand to the people who put detailed yet non-spoilery content warnings in the description. tbh dropout shows are setting the standard for sensitivity and inclusion in media. it’s so lovely to see a show w content warnings or pronouns put up onscreen and it just not be addressed. i am forever spoiled for any other kind of media tbh

at some point in the past, brennan found out he could make a really good realistic choking/gagging noise, and he has used it in every campaign since.

i appreciate the ‘scare off the meek early’ approach of it all.

th. the briars. the concept. the dead princes - UGH good backstory yall

i very much like the idea of becoming a ranger out of necessity, and because plants obey you on account of that whole feeding-on-your-blood thing

puss in boots using ‘pib’ as a nickname instead. of ‘puss’ or ‘boots’ - inspired

also zac is using his ‘smart little shit’ voice like he did w lapin and i am v excited.

look ill say it - the little red hen did nothing wrong and thats on that. i read that one when i was very little, it was on electric company or sesame st or between the lions, and i’ve always liked it.

so......anyone see how mother goose’s husband has the last name hubbard? like old mother hubbard lol

also there really is a Jack in so many stories, i’m glad we’re addressing this. little shit gets up to so much trouble

it feels like I have seen so many tired rewritings of little red riding hood, even though I can’t think of any off the top of my head. it’s usually a sort of surface-deep ‘girl power!’ situation. i’ve never seen one like this. i LOVE it. it was terrifying. the fact that we all just sort of accept ‘barbarian’ as a normal dnd class is kind of wild tbh, i like exploring that rage and its source.

Ep 2

saying the actual nursery rhyme in the context of being the nursery rhyme is so powerful. i fully didn’t understand what was happening to nat king cole (v powerful) until he was gone.

also, herr drosselmeyer - fantastic get. you have to talk about the sugar plum fairy at some point and they already went in hard on her in acoc so i love that they were like you know what, it’s weird uncle time.

(context: herr drosselmeyer is clara’s eccentric uncle with a bunch of automatons and he gives her the nutcracker)

also every production ive seen has his drip immaculate. 

my gender is this man’s cloak

Murph is the fucking ball again

“Please tell me how you’re a monster too so I don’t feel so alone” - Jesus Christ Emily Axford

Almost getting distracted by a bird instead of picking up v obvious plot hooks: pt 2

cinderella.......dude

Brennan really looked at K’s finale scene from mismag and went “how DID the mice get lithium?”

The POV of the mice - simplifying it makes it sound ridiculous, but if you really dig into the idea of the mice as sentient beings it’s horrifying.

Dude the symbolism…stepmother eating her kids bc they were always either a tool or an obstacle to her, of course they would be a sacrifice to her hunger for power.

i’ve always liked endings that have the stepsisters reconciling w cinderella bc in the end they were also victims of abuse and it wasn’t the same or the same degree of abuse as cinderella but they were still constantly on thin ice

can you tell that i rewatched d20 live recently and sobbed at adaine and aelwyn’s ending?

Cinderella stabbing the fairy godmother with the broken heel of the shoe that symbolizes both the ending she was meant for and the life that she was forced into. Turning that into glass armor. dude.

The pumpkin carriage rotting bc the fairy godmother is trying to make the happily ever after stay exactly how it is forever but nature decays and time passes and she can’t acknowledge that without realizing both that her role is in the story is over and not only does cinderella not need her anymore, cinderella doesn’t want her anymore, and maybe never wanted her in the first place. 

When puss in boots was asked what he wanted in life and he just said ‘to be comfortable’ #relatable like I know all this is gonna end with him realizing the value of love and friendship over material goods and I 100% agree with that but i feel like this goal or some variation of it are v common today and not often addressed in stories like this

Pinocchio swearing - 10/10. Also how the fuck is Lou doing a Pinocchio voice that perfectly straddles the line between hilarious and annoying. It’s ridiculous enough to always be funny, but sustainable and varied enough that it doesn’t grate on you.

i think we’re getting into “all the princesses in all the stories are all sisters” territory and i for one am THRILLED

"mirror, mirror.......leaned up against the wall”

we learn in this adventuring party that the OG concept for lou’s pinocchio is that he snapped off his nose so he would be able to lie, which is AMAZING. i fully did not put that together.

i am v excited for this battle, and v terrified.