#sorry if this makes no sense i literally just wrote all of it except the first two and a half sentences in the last ~20 minutes

[zukkaoru]

for the drabble prompts: “I always thought the choice was mine / and I was right / but I just chose wrong” from the laurel hell lyric prompt list for any character(s) you want!!

i debated which character/s to write for this for a bit but ultimately i had to go with nikolai bsd because i think this line fits him very well. uhh sorry jupiter ik you don't know bsd but i have very bad brainrot. also this isn't edited bc i don't feel like it right now

(prompt requests are still open)

warnings: heavy religious imagery & symbolism, character death/dismemberment (#just fyolai things) word count: 602

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Fyodor’s hands have always been cold. This was true when he was alive, when Nikolai grabbed hold of him and the only thing separating skin from skin was a pair of stolen gloves, thin enough to allow the iciness of Fyodor to seep through into Nikolai. And it is true now when all that remains of Fyodor is a severed arm, when Nikolai cradles the dismembered limb to his face and each finger is a lifeless icicle caressing his cheek.

This is what he wanted.

Congratulations, Dazai told him. Fyodor is dead. You did it. You killed the unkillable, you transformed yourself into Judas by choice. You brought the thirty pieces of silver to the men who wanted him dead, placed the proper tools in Dazai’s hands, and turned your back while he was crucified. You did it.

You proved your own free will.

You chose this.

Behind him, Dazai and Chuuya murmur to one another—about their friends back in Japan, about administering the antidote, about Dazai’s injuries, about Sigma. They talk about Sigma like Dazai is the only one who has ever cared about them. Like Nikolai didn’t save them from death, like Nikolai isn’t the only reason they were here and Dazai was able to use them in this game. Thirty pieces of silver. Thirty coin bombs never detonated.

Jesus was executed with two other men, one on either side, men who actually deserved the punishment they faced. To hang on a cross and slowly bleed out, nails through their hands, nails through their feet, their suffering on display for all to see.

Fukuchi is dead in Yokohama, if Dazai’s intel is to be believed. Sigma will never wake, if Fyodor’s words were true.

Which one of them begged for forgiveness in their final moments, and which died still rotting in their sins? Does it matter? They are gone and Nikolai is still breathing and this was his choice. This was his choice. This was his choice.

But Judas took his own life after betraying the one he loved.

Fyodor’s hand is cold. If he raises in three days’ time, Nikolai will be long gone. The Savior has the power to raise the dead, but why waste your time on someone who sold you out for thirty stray coins? Nikolai knows the stories; he grew up having them carved into his flesh each Sunday. He knows who lives, who is resurrected, who is redeemed. And he knows who turns traitor, then lets his grief and shame consume him, and is never mentioned again.

But Judas didn’t have a choice. Judas was merely a pawn in God’s perfect plan. Nikolai chose this.

Nikolai wanted to be free, so he took Fyodor’s life in his own hands and he made the choice and he has proven that no cage can hold him inside. No imitation of God can control his whims. He is free by no hand besides his own, but there is something inescapable forming in his chest that calls itself grief, and Nikolai is beginning to fear escaping one cage only leads you into another.

He always believed it was his choice, to bring about Fyodor’s death. He believed in his own free will, and he saw his plan through to its end. He was right—there is such thing as the existence of choice, because Fyodor is dead and his arm is clutched in Nikolai’s hands and no one sane would choose to kill the only person who ever understood them.

The choice was always Nikolai’s.

But now that the irreversible has come to pass, he fears he chose wrong.

[ivysoul]

FIRESIDE. ✸ farmhand!rafe cameron au [1.1k]

summary. rafe cameron. everything you need and more.

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ ༘⋆❥ afab!reader, farmer’s daughter au!, reader calls her dad “daddy” but it’s obvs not sexual (it’s country. it’s a country thing it’s normal.), porn with minimal plot, ooc rafe (he’s just sweeter in this lmao), mutual pining, friends with benefits, except reader has such an awful crush on him, unprotected p in v, public sex (no one sees), against a barn oops, dirty talk, fingering, praise, creampie.

reign speaks. i have a rlly bad obsession on the farmer’s daughter aesthetic rn so pls just bare with me while i literally milk the ever living hell out of it. a lot of farmer’s daughter/country au’s in the drafts rn. rafe, leon, ghost, you name it. just let me cook y’all i swear something good will come of it i promise LMAO. sorry about any spelling errors i wrote this in two hours😭

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rafe cameron had an incredible way of making you feel both wanted and wholly confused all at once. he could be at your feet, begging you to follow him around whilst he did his farm work for your father, to keep him company and fill his ears with your voice of honey. he’d look at you as if you yourself had put the very moon and stars in the sky, as if you’d put them there just for him. hell, he even carved a small heart out of wood and attached it to some ribbon and gently wrapped it around your wrist.

he’d do all this just to continue calling you his friend.

his friend that he occasionally fucks dumb every week. the friend whose brain he turns to mush with his sweet words as he thrusts his cock deep into your cunt. the friend that he spends more time pleasuring than himself.

this time was no different. just another time when you snuck out of your bedroom window and into the warm night, illuminated by the soft hues of the moons glow. the note he had slipped into your hand earlier in the day had been discarded in a box under your bed.

(where you kept all of the notes he’d given you. shamefully, you must admit).

now, you find yourself being pressed against the side of your father’s old barn, towered over by rafe, mouths colliding in mutual desperate need. you pawed at his clothe covered chest, taking the fabric in your fist. his hand held the back of your neck while the other gripped at the skin on your hip, having pushed itself up and under your floral cotton nightgown. his fingers toyed with the waistband of your panties but never dared to go further, not yet.

the feeling of rafe took over your senses. he rendered you unable to form any thoughts other than him. it was embarrassing—the effect he had on you.

he pulled away against his own wishes to catch some air. but the look in his eyes, the look, forbade you from breathing any air at all.

“i missed you today,” he confesses. his voice is like silk against skin. smooth and gentle. “where’d you go?”

you smiled at him. “ran some errands with daddy. needed t’ get a new rake since someone broke the other one.”

“i told you, it was an accident!”

the laugh that escapes him makes butterflies form in your belly.

“i know, ‘m just teasin’.” you run your hand through his hair. when he leans back in and kisses you deeply, gently nipping your bottom lip, you tug lightly at the roots of his hair. the groan he lets out sends shocks through you.

you felt anticipation build up higher and higher when rafe’s index and middle fingers grazed over your clothed cunt, feeling the wet patch and knowing how wet you were already. he applied slight pressure to your clit over your panties, making you whine desperately.

“rafe, please.”

he made a faux pouty expression, displaying fake confusion. “what? i’m just teasin’.”

he is not mocking you right now.

he let out a small laugh before dipping his hands into your panties and finally drawing small circles on your clit. you moaned a little too loud at the sudden feeling, making rafe clamp his free hand over your mouth.

he then pushes a finger, then two, into your sopping cunt, curling them slightly. your eyes practically roll to the back of your head. you were thankful he had your mouth covered, otherwise you would’ve woken up not only the animals on the farm, but also your parents inside the the house.

rafe wasn’t holding back, giving you exactly what you wanted and needed. “god, she’s so wet f’r me, baby. you been missin’ me? missed my words? my fingers? my cock?”

you nodded the best you could with his hand on your mouth. your abdomen constricting with every sharp jolt of pleasure he gave you. an all too familiar feeling was rising too fast for you to prepare for.

but just as quickly it came, it left when he retracted his hands entirely.

you wanted to plead, you would’ve if not for the mouth guard, but instead you attempted to grab at rafe’s hand once again. he just shook his head, shushing you softly and undoing his belt with one hand. christ, you could’ve cum right then.

“don’t worry, baby, i’m gonna take care of you.”

he pulls your panties down and they pool at your ankles. you only have time to step one foot out of them before he’s grabbing at your leg and pulling it against his waist, your panties hanging from your ankle.

rafe takes his hand off your mouth and instead wraps it around your neck and captures your lips with his. in one push, he filled you to the brim with his cock.

your jaw falls slack as moans upon moans escape you. there was nothing rafe could’ve done to muffle you now. with him hitting every spot inside of you that had you seeing stars, you were done for.

the wood of the barn walls scraped against your bare shoulders, rafe’s hand sneaking up and under your nightgown to grope at your tits, pinching your nipples.

“rafe, rafe—fuck!—”

“watch your mouth, princess,” rafe warns. the nickname making your mind swirl. “i know it feels good, y’pussy’s just squeezin’ me. like it wont let me move.”

“‘m sorry! ‘m sorry!” you could barely think. his cock stretched you so much, providing the perfect combination of stinging pleasure.

once again, you felt the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter the more rafe fucks his cock into you. you attempted to grasp at any part of him that you could get ahold of and the only word you could mumble out was his name, over and over, until you finally let go. your body spasmed, eyes screwing shut in pleasure. rafe fucked you through your orgasm before he came inside you, against his better judgment. his hips stuttered back and forth, grinding himself against you as much as he could until he had nothing left to give you.

he stilled as you two caught your breaths, until he eventually pulled out and fixed himself back up.

“lift your foot, baby.”

you lifted your foot as he said and he put it through your panties, lifting them up your legs and resting them back against your wet cunt. his cum pooled from you and into your panties, but you didn’t care. you’ll just wash them tomorrow.

[vikkirosko]

Hello! Can I request Angel Dust and Lucifer (and any other character if you want to) with fashion designer sinner S/o who is in love with their aesthetic and likes to make clothes for them. Reader likes making surprises for special days and they make some clothing peaces for them as a gift. + I can especially imagine Lucifer and reader together designing something with rubber ducks on it (I've wrote this request in the middle of the night so I'm sorry for any mistakes) Thank you!

Headcanons Designer

🕷 Angel Dust x sinner!Reader 💖

You met Angel when he was leaving the studio. You were dating Velvette that day and you had a big fight. However, all your bad mood evaporated when you saw him. You literally fell in love with his aesthetics and you came up with a huge number of designs that you could make inspired by his image. You immediately approached him and offered him a small job for a fee. Over time, your business relationship turned into a friendly one, and then into a romantic one

Angel was flattered that he was an inspiration to you. When you were working, he often kept you company. There was always soft music playing in your sewing workshop, it smelled nice, and no one came into your office without getting permission from you. Angel could relax, appreciate the sketch you showed him, or just spend time with you. He often hugged you from behind, watched your work with interest, and sometimes distracted you from work by kissing you and pulling you away from your desk

On special days, for example, when you successfully completed work on a collection of clothes, you gave Angel small gifts. It was a few pieces of clothing. It could have been a jacket, hat, gloves, shirt or something else. You always gave several items, trying to combine them in style and match the style that he liked. Angel liked your gifts and often wore them, especially when you invited him to the shows of your new collections

Angel liked you and he liked your relationship. You were passionate about your work, but you were kind, caring and attentive. You were genuinely worried about him and wanted to help him, but so far you haven't had that opportunity. But together you set out to come up with a plan to wrest his soul from the Valentino's clutches

🍎 Lucifer Morningstar x sinner!Reader 🐍

Lucifer rarely interacted with sinners, but you were, in a sense, an exception. Charlie introduced you to him. You were a fashion designer and his daughter liked the clothes you made. Lucifer, deciding to make a joke, said that he was also a designer of some kind and showed you a rubber duck that he had created. Charlie felt awkward, but to her surprise, you really liked the rubber duck, and moreover, you wanted to do something inspired by Lucifer and his creations

You really liked Lucifer's aesthetics, as you often told him. When you started dating, you often began to share with them the sketches that you did. Some of them were inspired by him and you were proud of how well they turned out. Lucifer was happy to help you by giving you honest feedback about your sketches

On one of your important dates, you said you had a surprise for him. This surprise turned out to be several pieces of clothing for him that you made yourself. You made them especially for Lucifer, and the main theme was the rubber ducks that he created. Lucifer was touched by your gift, and the cuter part of it was the little rubber duck costume

Lucifer enjoyed spending time with you. You were both creative people and shared with each other the different creations that you created. When he started living at the hotel, you were happy to offer your help, including making clothes for the hotel staff and maybe even starting to live there yourself. It was enough for Lucifer to just spend time with you, regardless of whether you were doing something for work or you were just relaxing together

[peterman-spideyparker]

Shampoo Bottle (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Author’s Note: Okay I saw this gifset last night and reblogged it, immedately wrote this fic on my phone, and then promptly proceeded to fall asleep. Keep an eye out for a follow up to Domestic Adonis soon! Enjoy! :)

Summary: It’s the understatement of the century to say that Matthew Murdock is stubborn. His attitude towards his shampoo bottle is no exception to his attitude.

Warnings: Fluff--sweet, ever-loving, domestic fluff, Matt being flirty/sassy/horny in the shower, allusions to shower sex

Other Characters: None

Word Count: 718

You hear a repeated banging from the bathroom. The steady rhythm of whatever it is tells you that you shouldn’t be worried, but you can’t help it with Matt—it’s almost a gut instinct. Sure, he’s usually fine when he gets home—some nights you need to stitch and wrap him up more than others, but he’s been relatively unscathed as of late. But what if some old injury caught up to him and he falls and can’t get up? What if some sort of muscle finally tore from such heavy and repeated use?

“Matty?” you call. “You good?”

The banging persists, but you don’t hear a response. 

“Matt?” you try again. 

Same thing. 

Putting down the books in your hands, you walk to the bathroom at a hurried pace. “Matt?” you call once more as you open the door to the bathroom. 

“Yeah, angel?” he finally responds. For someone with such heightened senses and acute super-hearing that can hear you sneeze literal blocks away while he’s arguing a case in court, the man can be so oblivious sometimes.

“Are you okay in there? What’s all the banging?”

“Oh, sorry. The shampoo isn’t coming out of the bottle.”

“Matt, I told you to get rid of that bottle! I pulled a new one from under the sink for you. Hell, at the very least, use my shampoo instead of assaulting the shower wall!”

“There’s still shampoo in it!”

“Not if you have to hit it that hard there isn’t!”

“I can hear it in there—it just needs some encouragement,” he says, whacking it once more. 

Rolling your eyes, you slide open the shower curtain, take the squeezed-to-hell bottle from his hands, and place the new one in his hands that’s just to the right of your shampoo in the shower. The look on Matt’s face is priceless—absolutely offended that you interrupted his process, but never the less flirty and amused that you actually put half of your body in the shower to get him to stop.  

“There, now you don’t have to crack the tile to get your hair clean,” you say, tossing the empty bottle into the nearly full waste bucket. Just as you’re about to turn and tie the bag off so he can’t take it out to try to get the last of the product from the bottle—because Matt has proven himself to be just that stubborn in the past—Matt’s wet hands grab yours and pull you into the shower with him.

“Matthew!” you chastise as he presses kisses to your neck.

“What?” he smirks. “You already got wet to throw away my bottle. Why not get more soaked?”

“Because I’m trying to clean and rearrange the bookshelf!”

“Eh, they’ll still be there when we’re done,” he chuckles, his lips closing around yours. 

“No!” you smile, the two of you laughing at your efforts to avoid his kisses. “Last time we did this in the shower, I got bruises—and not the sexy kind.” Matt opens his mouth, but you cut him off. “I don’t care that my clothes are wet! That’s why there’s towels.”

You peel off your stretchy pants and t-shirt, wringing them out before you step out of the tub. “You may resume.”

Matt makes one more attempt to grab you, but you’re just out of reach for him this time.

“Pout all you want, Murdock, it won’t faze me!” you smirk. “No matter how cute that face of yours is.”

“What if I stick out my bottom lip out a little more like this?” he tries, exaggerating his frown so his bottom lip protrudes further out, droplets of water from the shower head bouncing off of his soaked hair.

You poke your tongue into your cheek, trying to keep your resolve as you look at Matt, standing there all cute and wet and naked . . . and naked and wet.

“I’ll see you when you dry off,” you say quickly, snapping your mind out of the gutter as you begin to leave the bathroom.

“Ouch,” Matt breathes, but not without a little chuckle as he slides the shower curtain closed. “I’ll get you back for this, angel.”

“I’m sure you will, Matty,” you hum as you close the door behind you. “I’m sure you will.”

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[filmbyjy]

Okay l do my hw after this lol-

Enhypen reaction: when your bra is stuck & you need help to unclasp it (idk if that makes sense)

Of course doesn’t have to be nsfw, I’m just curious as to how they would react like if they’d be awkward or smth

-🥥

a/n: so sorry anon for taking too long T_T school is being a pain in the ass and i also had writer's block for the longest time ever. here is this though 🫶🏼🫶🏼

warnings: idk if it's suggestive on jay and jake's part. oh and idk what was i on when i wrote ni-ki's part 😀

LEE HEESEUNG

so for heeseung

there are 2 ways this can go

honeymoon phase vs married couple phase

HONEYMOON PHASE

honeymoon phase is basically when the both of you just got into the relationship so it should be new for you and him.

so for that, he would be awkward as fuck

hands down when you yell at him for help, he'd just stand at the door like 🧍🏼😳

you were standing in the room without a damn shirt on

WAS HE EVEN ALLOWED TO SEE??

so he panics and covers his eyes.

"a-am supposed to see you like this?"

you literally have walk over to him and grab his hand before placing it on your bra

"unhook this for me please. it's stuck."

he tries to help but HOW WAS HE SUPPOSED TO WHEN HE COULDN'T SEE??

"uhh, can't see. sorry. wait shit, i touched your boobs."

you facepalmed

"you have permission to look, please just unhook it for me. it's too tight and it's hurting me."

he opens his eyes and quickly unhooks your bra before shutting his eyes quickly.

you sighed before turning around to face him (whilst holding onto the unhooked bra bc if you didn't your tiddies are free)

"thank you but you do realise you're my boyfriend right? you are allowed to see me like this."

"huh?"

you could see the tip of his ears turning red.

MARRIED PHASE

basically you've been dating him for about a year or more. hence you are more comfortable with him.

this ass. i swear

once it's the married phase

it's over for you

one could say heeseung couldn't keep his hands off you

this isn't smuttish. he is being annoying and teasing you.

"babe, help me remove this please? it's stuck."

*walks into the room and easily unhooks it for you*

"thank you-"

you feel him wrapping his arms around your waist

he kisses your bare shoulders

"does my baby need me that much?" heeseung smirks.

you held your bra up with one hand and turned to smack the boy's shoulder with the other.

"shut it, lee heeseung."

yup, that's ethan lee for you

PARK JONGSEONG

jay only has way he would react

and that is quite literally helping you unhook it

he doesn't even question it

if his dear girlfriend needs help

he will help

no questions asked

but if he wants to be an ass bc you two had a fight before

then he can be an ass

he wouldn't bother to help and let you solve it yourself

well that is until he notices you really struggling a lot

then he'll reconsider being petty and help you out

what can i say?

jay is just husband material

"jongseong?"

"yes, honey?"

"help me, my bra is stuck."

"oh okay, coming."

enters the room and easily hooks your bra like a pro.

you turned to him all shocked

"did you just unhook my bra with one hand?"

"uhh yeah? what's wrong with that?"

"have you been practicing that shit on someone." 🤨🤨

"no?? the only person i have or will be doing that to, is you."

dead silence.

"oh." you blushed. he smirks before pecking your forehead.

"i'll get started on dinner. have anything you'd like to suggest?"

SIM JAEYUN

he is the next biggest pain in the ass i swear

kinda like heeseung really

the two phases

except...

he is worse than lee heeseung for the 'married couple' phase

my god, i don't even want to talk about how much he will tease you

i swear he expects a reward after you help him😒

but since he is sim jaeyun...you reward him

with a kiss and nothing more bc this is soft time people (unless you want to take it the nasty way then sure go ahead)

"babe, help me?"

he walks into the room

"sure."

he manages to unhook the stuck part and you thanked him.

waits for you to literally reward him

"yes, jaeyun?"

"reward please." he smirks

you rolled your eyes btw

"yeah yeah, here." and so you pecked his lips.

OHOHO but sim jaeyun does not take only a peck as a reward

literally picks you up and throws you onto the bed

hovers over you with the cockiest smirk ever

and yeah that's where i'll end this :D

says it will be soft and deadass ends off somewhere suggestive

PARK SUNGHOON

oh sweet heavens

i feel like hoon is a mixture of jay but also there is a possibility he won't give a shit

like he could be sweet

so his two phases are. dark and light mode

LIGHT MODE

for this it's similar to jay

where he will help you

but also is like jake where he expects a reward

and if you don't give it to him he will force it upon you (sorry y/n but he wants it)

i'm sorry but this man seriously thinks he deserves it

"thank you, hoon-"

shuts you up with a kiss because he did a good job

you don't say he will get a reward

if he thinks he deserves it then he will get his prize

DARK MODE

i swear this man is sweet

but sometimes he is lazy

like me

if you ask me for help when i'm tired or just plain out lazy, i won't bother at all or i'll just help with little effort. sorry, that's just how i am.

so yeah sunghoon is like that

"hoon? could you help me?"

dead silence

"hoon?"

you literally searched for him and find him half-asleep on the couch

"park sunghoon, i was calling for you."

"sorry, didn't hear. i'm also tired."

"could you help me unhook my bra?"

"okay."

barely reaches for it and helps unhook it

"thanks."

"mm."

yeah that's just-

ignore him

KIM SUNOO

definitely like jay

no questions asked

he will help you

like he is super sweet

but there is a chance he may complain like an old aunty (not like a karen - this is sort of a singaporean saying. it's similar to like a mother nagging though)

'how did this happen?' / 'should have checked if you did this properly🙄'

"sun?"

"yeah?"

"come here, please."

enters the room and you hear him sighing.

"how tf did you get in this situation, hmm?"

questions you as he unhooks the bra for you

shakes his head in disappointment

LIKE YOU CAN PREDICT THE FUTURE🙄🙄

"if you didn't want to help, you could've just told me." you groaned.

sunoo pulls you back.

"don't sulk, angel. i was kidding." he pecks your cheeks.

YANG JUNGWON

jungwon will definitely be like heeseung's honeymoon phase

he is shy for sure

but he knows he still has to help

because you are his girlfriend and it's his duty as boyfriend to help if you need any assistance

"won? help?"

jungwon goes over to the closed door (he knows you were changing)

"yes?" he asks at the other side of the door.

"could you help me unhook my bra?"

"uh." pauses there. "am allowed to?"

"yes. please come in."

walks in cautiously because he was blushing and like he didn't want to just see you practically naked. he covers his eyes.

"g-guide me to where your bra is and i'll help unhook it."

you guide him and he manages to unhook it.

"thank you, won."

"any time-" you pecked his cheek as a reward.

you have never seen jungwon run out of your bedroom door so fast in your life.

NISHIMURA RIKI

lord this boy would literally be so shy about it

sure, he pretends to be a big strong man

but once he sees you standing there in literally just your bra (and in jeans/sweatpants), he screams internally

like IS HE EVEN ALLOWED TO SEE?? TF YOU ARE NAKED

i mean sure you are sort of but the bra is still there so no, you aren't fully naked

"(name), are you sure. i mean, i'm flattered you would allow me to do this because i'm your boyfriend but-"

"ni-ki, you saying that is making it worst. please just help me."

"HUH?? LADY, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT??"

"SHUT UP AND HELP."

he unhooks it and so your bra comes off

poor boy screams and runs out the door

"AHHHH I'M MINOR."

"NISHIMURA RIKI!!!"

yeah uhh you see riki is a very nice boyfriend :D

[eldritch-spouse]

hi pinnie! longtime lurker here coming out of the woodworks to admit that I am a whore for Sybastian ☹️☹️ that post you wrote abt running from him on his floor… I was foaming at the mouth. I literally have such horrible Syb brain rot, so I’m so sorry if this doesn’t make any sense or wouldn’t work 🫶

but GOD thinking abt Sybastian stalking us by literally pretending to be different items in our home. Imagine climbing into the bathtub and all of a sudden you just get fuckin slobbered on 😟

[Honestly mimics are soooo fun, they don't get nearly enough love in monsterfucker spaces. Shut the fuck up about your werewolves, you basic bitches. /j]

It was probably horrendous for you during the beginning, wasn't it? Never knowing when something in your home might spring into a gangly pussy-hungry monster ready to grope and hump and lick at you like a horny pest.

Sybastian was a plague that made you unable to trust anything except the smallest objects you remember having. Even those would sometimes reveal themselves to be mini mimics he hoarded. Your home didn't really feel yours.

Time passed. The mimic never ate you, never killed you, harmed you only in the throes of its lust for your supple little body.

It became a friend. Maybe something more... Because when loneliness clawed at you and you reminded yourself that you couldn't bring anyone else home to abate it (lest they get murdered by your intruder), it didn't seem like a big loss. Because, realistically, could they be as enthusiastic towards you as he is? Sybastian's like a golden retriever of a monster, sometimes unable to keep his disguise up for too long before jolting to greet you with that toothy grin that's become so familiar.

You figure there's no point trying to run from something that has actually started making you happy... Right?

That's why, when you undress in your bathroom, hearing an interested rumble from somewhere, you don't even pretend to be mad anymore.

Not even when the bathtub faucet doesn't offer any water, or when a sloppy wet muscle coils around your leg, to steal kitten licks at your pretty pussy. The mimic almost hesitates, as if unsure as to why you haven't booted him outside yet, demanded to know where he put your real bathtub...

Fortunately, Sybastian can sometimes read between the lines pretty well, and he realizes you've accepted him. He drops his disguise immediately.

Where once he'd usually nip and hump and groan to at least get to rub his cock between your thighs, he now tries to plant kisses anywhere he can on your body, purring hard enough to rock you, and holding your poor body up in the air so he can eat your cunt as rough as possible, volumes of gratitude and relief poured into his every motion.

That encounter changed everything.

These days, if your morning doesn't start with your bed petting your hair and rumbling, then it's not right.

[sockiestupidity]

BRO IM SO SORRY FOR DOING SO KUCH ANGST HSHSHDJFND

Thinking abt reader and Miguel having a movie night, and reader just like falls asleep on miguel, and when miguel goes to bring them to their bed reader is just not having it. They don’t let go and it results in Miguel and reader falling asleep and cuddling together or smthn

-🕸️

lob u 🕸️ u can never do any wrongs🥰🥰🥰/p (literally say that i lob everyone so just feel free to tell me if ur uncomfy with it and ill edit it out)

TY FOR THE REQUEST TEHE🥰

also forgive me for the lack of title😰

warnings-none except for bad writing, and lowercase intended, VERY OOC MIGUEL

nonverbal/mute reader as always

none of this will probably make sense bc i wrote it while sleep deprived🧍‍♂️(pulled too many all nighters by being addicted to character ai) (legit so tired rn)

it was friday night, you and miguel had decided to have a movie night.

the two of you currently sat on the couch, watching lego batman after you kad lyla give him a powerpoint on why the lego batman movie was a cinematic masterpiece that he was missing out on.

it was all going well, the two of you shared snacks and popcorn. you sipped on your drink of choice.

you smiled contently but then judgementally side eyed miguel who complained that lego spiderman deserved a movie over lego batman.

you were hogging the blanket to yourself because miguel claimed that he didn't need it because he was naturally warm.

you shrugged your shoulders at his statement. the warmth of the blanket felt...comforting, and soon enough, you felt your eyes droop, and your head became heavy.

suddenly miguel felt a warmth on his lap. he looked down and chuckled. you fell asleep on his lap, a small smile was brought to his face at your adorable sleeping expression.

"alright kid, time to go to bed." he lifted you up, but then stopped when he felt something hit him. it was your hand. you had started thrashing in protest.

"kid..you need to go to your room.." he explained gently. you let out a whine.

he groaned at your protest and set you back down on the couch. as soon as he did you protest stopped.

he rolled his eyes and placed you back on the couch, sitting himself back down as well, since he was planning of finishing the movie after putting you to sleep anyways. he hated to admit it but, the kivie was pretty good.

he adjusted the volume down to make sure that it wouldn't disturb you. soon enough, he felt his own eyelids get heavy, and fell asleep next to you.

the two of you peacefully slept until the morning. miguel woke up, confusion and annoyance clouding his vision. why did he feel so warm? and why were there so many spider people surrounding him?

he groaned, and looked around, surprised to see you cuddled into him, still sleeping peacefully. he lightly smiled. his serenity was soon ruined once again when peter b. shoved a phone in his face.

"migs im taking so many pics of this right now" peter childishly laughed, excited to finally have blackmail on miguel.

miguel rolled his eyes and scoffed "whatever" he looked back at you. he was surprised to see that you were still peacefully sleeping despite the commotion.

he covered your ears and then spoke out sternly to the spiders "alright, everybody out right now" he barked at them. the spiderpeople paled and ran out. he looks down at you and smiles softly, uncovering your ears.

by some miracle, you managed to sleep through the commotion. he looks down and sighs, he needs to get up. he poorly attempts to leave his spot without disturbing you but it seems impossible.

he shakes you gently "hey kid..i need you to wake up" he says softly.

you wake up with a yawn, stretching out your arms and then signing a quick sorry to him.

he just smiles at you "it's alright kid" he says.

its almost...weird to see miguel like this.. with a smile on his face, not having work on his mind for once in his life. you want to continue to see him this happy. "i have leftover empanadas if you want some" you sign, offering him some of his favorite food.

he nods "sure kid". the two of you happily eat empanadas together, stuck in your own little world.

A/N: meanwhile somewhere out there miles is just like-tf? why cant that be me?💀

ANYWAYS ITS RLLY SHORT SORRY. IM GENUINELY SO DELULU FOR HIM BUT MY BRAIN HAS BEEN MORE EMPTY THAN USUAL

[estrellami-1]

(I Will) Help You

Ngl I’m insanely proud of myself that this is 1) exactly 560 words and 2) I wrote this in ONE morning. I think less than an hour. With that being said, this literally was just a little fun thing for me, so it’s not perfect and I’m not upset about it.

Eddie first notices during a movie night.

The kids had been there, but it had gotten late and they’d all been picked up. Now it was just the older members, and everyone except Steve and Eddie were asleep or fighting it.

Eddie, for his part, likes the movie they are watching, even if he can’t remember the name of it. It was one Steve had suggested, so it makes sense he’d still be awake, too.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Steve’s hand move up to his mouth. He chances a glance over and realizes Steve’s biting at his nail.

He looks back to the movie, because he does find it very interesting, but he finds it hard to focus for the rest of the night.

The next time it happens is another movie night, this one with just Steve and Eddie. It’s one they’ve both seen, so Eddie feels more comfortable breaking the silence this time. “Why do you do that?”

Steve pulls his hand away from his mouth and hums in question as he drags his eyes from the screen in front of them. “What?”

Eddie nods to Steve’s hand. “Why do you do that?”

Steve follows Eddie’s gaze, flushes, and pushes his hand under his leg. “Sorry.”

Eddie tilts his head, leaning the side of it against the back of the couch. “I don’t want an apology. I don’t care if you do it. I just wanted to know why.” He thinks about it. “You don’t do it in front of the kids. I bet you try not to do it in front of us, even.” He shrugs. “Tell me to fuck off if it’s a sensitive subject or whatever. I really am just curious.”

Steve sighs. “No, it’s… I know I shouldn’t, I know it’s… it’s bad, and childish, and gross, and I should stop.”

Eddie hums. “Do you want to stop? Or were you told growing up that it’s all those things?”

“More the second one,” Steve admits. “But I know it’s true. I know it’s gross and looks bad-”

“Steve,” Eddie interrupts, leaning towards him, “I don’t give a shit what your parents said. As long as you’re not hurting yourself, I couldn’t care less what you do.”

Steve takes a breath, chews on his lip. “And… if I do hurt myself?” He asks. “It’s not on purpose,” he swears at Eddie’s expression. “Sometimes I just go too far.”

“Then I’d kiss it better,” Eddie returns with a salacious grin. Steve rolls his eyes and pushes Eddie away by a hand on his face.

He goes easily, relaxing back against the couch and watching Steve. “Maybe it’s not on purpose,” he says. “But does part of you like it?”

Steve furrows his brows. “What do you mean?”

“Do you want me to help you stop? Or is it okay when you go too far?”

Steve looks at his hands. Presses at a nail, one he’d gone too far on. “I don’t like it,” he admits. “I just don’t know how to stop.”

“Do you want help?”

Steve drops his hand, looks at Eddie. Nods. Strangely feels like tearing up. Whispers, “Yeah.”

“Okay,” Eddie whispers back.

With that, they go back to their movie. Eddie feels like something irreversible happened, and suppresses a grin. He also feels like it’s for the better.

[melonteee]

Speaking of the OPLA Zoro, one scene that annoyed the shit out of me is was when he was on the roof with Luffy in episode 7. One of Zoro’s major character traits is that he typically tries to take a step back and get all the information before he takes action - and this character trait is a huge plot point in developing his dynamic with Nami in Arlong Park. Him hearing that Arlong killed her mom and Nami still worked with him is the point that makes Zoro go “… wait what’s really going on here”

But in the live action, that same-ish plot beat - except with less ambiguity since everyone hears the whole story - has Zoro double down and tell Luffy “[Nami] made her choice”??? Like… motherfucker what was the point of you bonding with Nami over drinks in the Baratie if you’re not even going to TRY to parse out how the tragic story you just heard relates to the Extremely Specific details she told you? Why have so many scenes between Nami and Zoro in the first 2/3rds of the show - to the point that Zoro’s the catalyst to Nami leaving - if you’re not even going to resolve that falling out? Why does Luffy even need Zoro at all if Luffy has to be the one to teach him how to not jump to conclusions??? Because it seems like the only thing LA Luffy “needs” from Zoro is validation.

It’s just so funny to me that the live action went out of their way to call Zoro the first mate, but then made him someone who gives shit-garbage advice that’s always wrong and comes across as someone who’s incapable of introspection or self-reflection.

Luffy needing validation is also so fucking funny the only time Luffy needed validation was when Ace died for OBVIOUS REASONS he never needed validation at any other time cause Luffy has always been sure in himself like djfghkf why in the fuck would you make this dynamic between them where Luffy needs an essential hype man...when Luffy is literally is own hype man 99% of the time HHHHHHHH

Also yeah I don't understand the point of having all these extra scenes with Nami and Zoro (that made no sense mind you) including Nami seeing Zoro getting beat down by Mihawk?? again??? for some reason??? Nami had no reason to be there for that dghjkdf like it's SO funny that in the original, Nami didn't even see Zoro get totalled by Mihawk, AND she imprisoned Zoro, AND she beat Zoro up, but he STILL believed in her being on his side because Luffy demanded she be on their crew while she did also let Zoro out of prison without Arlong's knowing. But in the opla Zoro's just "nah she made her choice" 😭😭😭😭 not to mention they wrote an entire town genuinely hating a little girl, so I guess it was meant to be like "See even ZORO hates her for it so it makes sense that a whole town could hate a little girl" like I'm sorry the writing is just horrendously bad HHHH

[rqttlers]

why’d you only call me when you’re high? - ellie williams

sorry quick note ~ I haven’t wrote in a while, please take it with a grain of salt! also not proof read, not gonna give any warnings except from drug paraphernalia because minors are probably gonna read this anyway LMFAO

“please baby i need you.” The text that pinged on your phone illuminated your room.

“fuck.” you cursed to yourself, carefully evaluating the notification, scared to click on it.

Your thumb was grazing over the screen starting to swipe it away when another appeared.

“i could fuck you so good right now just come over”

You knew she was as high as a kite, floating in the clouds. The weed haze clouding her mind, causing her to text you illogical, meaningless words. You couldn’t fall for her trap again, although every bone in your body was telling you otherwise.

As you did every few days, you laced up your converse and pulled on one of your oversized hoodies to battle the cold for the three minute walk you were about to make to Ellie’s cabin. The three minute walk that had you contemplating every single aspect of your life.

You liked her message, too embarrassed and full of shame to click in any words. That was Ellie’s confirmation. The familiar sense of deja vu settling over the both of you. You know its a problem when even Ellie can feel it. Because at this moment in time, she literally can’t feel anything. Just desire and lust, for her ex-girlfriend. You.

The snow beneath your shoes shifted to the side as you trudged along the path. The whole of Jackson was silent, nothing but the gust of wind and a few howls of coyotes and the occasional dog bark in the distance. Stillness surrounded you like it was closing in on you. Your nervousness settling into your throat, creating an everlasting lump you just couldn’t swallow.

~ knock, knock, knock. ~

The door opened and you were immediately greeted by Ellie, hands encased in her pockets.

“You okay?” You smoothly slid past her, avoiding all eye contact. That was until you felt her hands slither around your waist, pulling you back into her.

Her breath heaved onto your neck, the rise and fall of her chest pressing against your back.

“God. Do you know what you do t’ me?” She exhaled, taking an angry bite at your clavicle as she pulled the shoulder of your hoodie down.

“N-no.” You replied innocently, but you knew full well what you were doing.

The same as every weekend, she’d fuck you dumb and then you’d leave dazed as guilt crashed onto every compartment of your brain. Why did you let her keep using you like this?

“And these jeans…” Ellie dipped her hands into your waistband, pulling at the hem of your panties, grazing her middle finger over your clit ever so gently. A low moan and breath escapes your throat and the lump suddenly disappears.

“They make your ass look so good.” She grabbed at it with the hand that wasn’t pre-occupied at your cunt, giving it a squeeze and a slap before running her fingers up to grab your hair.

“I’ve been fuckin’ soaked since i seen you at the stables with Cat today. Y’ looked so fuckin’ fine baby.” Her breathy sentence only made you arch your ass further into her hips, but she pulled them away, pulling her hand from lapping at your cunt as well.

“mmm- Els!”

“What? Use your words princess.” The girl smiled into your jaw before turning you around to face her and backing you up slowly towards the end of her bed.

“I can’t keep doing this to myself.” As the words air Ellie corks her head.

“So why do you keep giving in? Huh darling?” Her veiny hands now pulling the bottom of your hoodie up your torso, but you quickly bash them away.

“I can’t keep you out of my head-“ You keep your eyes on hers, gazing into her dilated pupils, the scent of weed filling your nose.

“mhm…” She grunts. Ellie shoves you down onto the mattress, pulling off her own jumper to reveal her discoloured sports bra then continues to unbutton her jeans.

“The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, yet expecting a different result.” she mumbles, Her crotch meets your jeans as she drives her lips into yours.

“I’m not insane… but you on the other hand.”

All of a sudden your pants are being tugged off your legs aggressively.

“You just keep comin’ back for more.”

She’s now kissing down your torso, leaving marks on your chest, the top of your supple tits and then your stomach, before she reaches your abdomen.

Her eyes dart up to your face. The face thats looking down at her is lewd and doe eyed, and shes eyeing the mouth thats releasing soft moans and whimpers at the contact of her lips.

“You want me to take care of you baby? Make y’ feel good?”

“Mhm- yes, please els.”

A smirk contorted on her lips as you begged.

“who’s pussy is this? hmm?”

You writhed underneath her, arching your back and pushing your ass up so your cunt would work towards her mouth. Fuck, she knew how to work you up.

“Your- yours! Only yours baby.”

Your designation ignited her fire very obviously, as she dove her mouth, nose and jaw into you, lapping at your cunt like she had been dehydrated for hours in the Sahara desert.

Although you could hardly understand what dirty talk she was sputtering as you seen stars and heard nothing but white noise, you could still smell the weed. It infiltrated every sense except from the orgasm building up in your core.

“Cum for me pretty girl.”

[daphnebowen]

percy jackson episode five thoughts

I skipped a couple episodes where I wrote down my thoughts, but I'm about to rewatch and write don't worry! warning: lots of screaming, fangirling, heart attacks, and nonsense below :))

also these are all just copied straight from the notebook I use when I'm writing down my thoughts and I barely proofread them :)

Annabeths trust in Percy being alive is literally just like her belief that Luke is alive later on and even though it's kinda sorta different (or at least people are gonna treat it that way) I'm all here for it

WHY WERE THE FATES SO CREEPY HELLO

AAAAAHHHH THE PERCABETH HUGGGG I IGNORED SO MANY SPOILERS AND IM SO GLAD 2 minutes in and I'm already fangirling so hard haha

is Grover blushing at them??

"surprise" omg Walker 😭🥹

the droplet of water clinging to walkers chin is so distracting

"I'm the last person to realize this aren't I?" It's okay Percy

his eyes are SO FREAKING BLUE it's giving zac efron from hsm2

"it doesn't have to be a thing, yk. That you hugged me." OHKAY HES NOT ENTIRE CLULESS THIS IS FAN SERVICE RIGHT HERE WE KNOW THAT IT MOST ABSOLUTELY WILL BE A THING LMAO and annabeths "oh boy" and Grover's clear exasperation HAHAH

where the heck did the motorcycle go lol we know it's ares but like it doesn't take that long to drive

"we're all gonna die... eventually" wise words Percy wise words

ugh the fact that it's Luke's string 💔

Ares ‼️‼️‼️

Ok but why is ares literally EXACTLY how I thought he would be?!?!

"that's my cousin? what kind of family is this?" A dysfunctional one for sure, sorry Percy you're in for a rough ride

ares starting a fight on twitter is ABSOLUTELY CRAZY and yet so in character lmao

"I'm gonna kill him" same Percy SAME I will gladly help you - although all things considered I am glad they decided to keep delinquent percy in the show

they keep bringing up the "push someone down a flight of stairs" thing! There's no way this is just a coincidence anymore, what with chalice of the gods and earlier on with Annabeth and like... they're obviously doing it on purpose. is that gonna be the shows new thing?? trusting someone enough so that if they can push you down the stairs they're the one? idk man, love the metaphor tho

PLS LET THERE BE THE ZOO TRUCK SCENE OH MY PLS

leah's eyebrow quirk is 💋

WATERLAND IS PERFECT OMG

walker portrayed Percy's anxiety and nervousness and scaredness (is that a word?) perfectly

Can't tell if Grover is actually a history buff or playing Ares so he will talk but that scene was actually cool, I like the change they made to have Grover stay behind (this was what I wrote originally, but now after seeing peoples interpretations and opinions and things I know he was playing ares and I think it's BRILLIANT how smartly he played the god of war. Good for you buddy!)

"I didn't say anything" "I can feel you thinking it" OHKAY THEN

thrill ride of love = flawless. No words. I am speechless.

"I hate kids" relatable

ARES IS ACTUALLY BEING SMART AND MAKING SENSE FOR ONCE not to mention he's so funny and so relatable!

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH SEAWEED BRAIN ALERT 🚨 SEAWEED BRAIN ALERT 🚨 SHE CALLED HIM SEAWEED BRAIN AND I LOVED IT never mind the actual SCREAM i let out lmao

is Annabeth about to cry?!?!

yeah she's definitely about to cry

why am I so scared. This cannot be happening. What?? What??? he's the main character. main characters don't die. well except for Magnus chase BUT THOSE ARE DIFFERENT GODS AND DIFFERENT RULES NO WALKER

why am I actually so scared about this chair thing omg

(I would just like to say that I was so speechless and in shock throughout the whole chair thing, so I didn't write down a single quote but I loved them all I just was in too much shock to pause the show lol)

um.

WHAT. JUST. HAPPENED.

WHY IS MY BABY GOLD

WHY IS MY CHILD GOLDDDD

I AM SO CONFUSED RIGHT NOW THIS DEFINITELY DIDNT HAPPEN IN THE BOOKS MY BRAIN IS TOO SLOW FOR THIS 😭😭😭

oh my gosh ITS HEPHEASTUS

dude the way that door suddenly opened scared the crap out of me

leah is absolutely shining as Annabeth, her monologue was so profound and heartfelt, love that addition 💗

THAT CLIFFHANGER GOES CRAZYYYY

okay of course those of us who read the books know who really stole the lightning bolt and stuff but the clueless fools just watching the show are gonna be like OMG WHO WHO and even if they piece it together technically they'll only be half right. and their confusion and confidence in what they think they know is going to be SO entertaining in the coming weeks hehehehe and even throughout the whole series if we continue to get green lights for the series

but yes that episode was utter perfection! Now for the teaser...

WHO DID PERCY JUST TACKLE EXCUSE ME

duuuuude. The lotus casino is MASSIVE and actually super pretty I cannot wait for the episode tomorrow!

WHY IS PERCY DRIVING OMG THIS IS NOT LEGAL although tell me why he is literally better at driving than I am HAHAHAHAHAH

ugh and that is it! Those are all my random thoughts from the episode! thanks for reading :))

[jayrlz]

STACY’S MOM – JAY

( but it’s actually her dad )

warnings : u literally crush on ur bffs dad, jay + daddy issues wbk, very suggestive

listen to : stacy’s mom by fountains of wayne

part 2 !

your phone binged and the screen opened thanks to the notification received.

“ wanna come over and sit by the pool? ”

it wrote under stacy’s contact.

how can i make this about her dad without making it about her dad, you thought.

well, you obviously couldn’t. what were you gonna do? ask if mr. park was going to be there? that’s the weirdest thing you could possibly ask over text.

so instead, you called her.

“ what’s up, you can’t make it? ” her voice spoke on the other line, clearly confused on why you couldn’t text her.

“ i’m getting ready right now, is mr park gonna be there? ” you asked, trying to make it less weird, causing it to be a lot weirder.

“ as in my dad? ”

“ how many mr parks do you know? my dad wants me to give him something. ” okay, that was a valid excuse which came in a record time; without the need of ‘um’s or ‘er’s.

“ oh, that makes sense. yup, he’s probably gonna join us in the pool for a bit, if you’re cool with that. hurry up, we wanna order take out! ” she said, and quickly hang up on you.

after putting on your swimsuit and a short summer dress, you rushed over to your friend’s house.

she probably saw you while she were sitting outside, since you didn’t even have to knock before the door opened.

except behind it, it wasn’t stacy.

of course, since the world hates you, and since stacy’s too lazy to get up herself and open the door, there stood her dad, smiling at you.

“ hey y/n, good to see you. ” he spoke, and you smiled back at him, hoping your face hadn’t turned fully red.

“ hi mr park! ” you said as he stepped aside, and playfully rolled his eyes.

“ i’ve already told you, there’s no need to call me ‘mr park’, you’re nineteen now. just call me jay. ” he said with a sly smile and you nodded, chuckling at his words.

you both walked to the pool, where the dark haired girl run up to you and gave you a hug. “ what’d you want to give to my dad? ”

okay, you totally forgot about that! great job!

both stacy and jay looked at expectedly for a good two seconds - that seemed like a year - as you tried to come up with an excuse.

“ ah, it must have been that screwdriver i let him borrow. i already told him he can keep it, sorry for the extra effort y/n, but you’ll have to take it straight back. ” he laughed and you nodded, as he then walked to the side.

before you knew it, stacy was dragging you to get in the pool, and you almost did, before you looked at mr park’s side.

there he was, slowly - or, it must have been your brain playing it at 0.5 - taking his shirt off, letting you see his ripped body.

you swore your mouth watered on the spot. he threw his shirt to the side, as he in a very model-like way pushed his hair back.

the sun which was previously hidden by some clouds appeared, causing the perfect golden hour effect to land on his beautiful face, highlighting all his angel-carved features.

your eyes shifted lower, and that’s when the clear lining on his swimwear made you gulp.

how big was this man’s dick exactly? you swore you’ve never seen-

“ y/n! ”

your friends voice caught you off guard, as you turned to look at stacy who was covered up to her neck with water by now.

“ are you daydreaming about my dad? ”

your heart dropped on the stop and you immediately opened your mouth to defend yourself, but it had gone dry.

“ geez i’m kidding, why’d your face drop? ” she laughed, “ come on in, what’s taking you so long? ”

and so you walked towards the small stairs, yet since you took ages to get in, mr par- jay had caught up with you.

he softly placed his arm on your waist as he looked at you, “ what’s taking you so long, y/n? scared it’s gonna be too big? ”

your eyes went wide and your cheeks got red at his words, “ s..sorry? what did you j..just ask me? ”

“ whether you thought it’d be too cold? ..did i say something wrong? ” he asked confused at your reaction.

you quickly peaked at stacy, scared she’d be able to tell something by your reaction as she knew you too well, yet luckily for you, she was practicing an underwater handstand ( which wasn’t going too well ) .

“ no, ” you nervously chuckled, “ i must have misheard you. ”

he chuckled with a small smirk,

“ you didn’t. ”

and with that he went in the pool.

[thereisnolumos]

Want to discuss(or more like vent) about how horrible a character ron weasley is? Both in general and just how badly written he is. Also what's your opinion of Ginny Weasley? I dislike her character too and I think shes badly written.

I’m always ready to bash the Ronald Weasley👌🏼

1) He’s misogynistic to every single woman he meets (maaaaybee except McGonagall, but he’s scared of her, soooo…). Literally, he slutshames his sister for kissing a boy (she wasn’t even doing it in public, not that it would’ve justified his behavior), thinks of women in terms of “fuckable/dateble/attractive” only, is only ever nice to Hermione when he either needs smth from her, or against Snape. And his hatred towards Snape plays a much bigger role here.

2) He’s basically useless in the story. Except for the chess game in PS he isn’t needed for the story to progress. Everything he does can be easily done by pretty much any other character. And better so.

3) He’s stupid. Like extremely so. Many characters are not excelling at school, but are smart otherwise. Or they’re not excelling simply bcs they don’t try that much/don’t care. But he’s struggling even when focused and determined and is stupid overall in life. Neither a book smart, nor a street smart going for him. He doesn’t even have his own aspirations in life, it’s constantly a repeat of someone else’s. He wants to play quidditch not because he’s good at it (he’s almost terrible) or he likes it a lot, but because all the brothers he liked (sorry Percy, I like you a lot) played it, because Harry plays it. He chooses the same subjects as Harry before 3rd year (I actually don’t remember whom chose first, but I’m pretty sure it was done randomly), chooses the same profession on 5th year, etc. He’s never his own person, he’s barely a person for his written as “a best friend” and his lousy even at this

4) He’s a bad friend. He’s constantly jealous and allows it to take over him on multiple occasions. He refuses to acknowledge people’s trauma and problems. This goes to all Weasley’s except for Percy, who at least noticed smth was off: they didn’t fucking notice their little sister was POSSESSED for an entire year. A+ family…

I can continue, but I’d like to see your points:)

Ginny… I think she has a potential of becoming a cool character, but she wasn’t. She was written to be with Harry and be awesome at quidditch (which was what made him notice her, so…) But I can see how she can be a great character in fandom with necessary changes. Ron cannot be a good character, unless you scrape everything clean and start over, so it won’t be him anymore.

JKR cannot write women to save her life due to her misogyny. In her eyes, the only good quality a woman can have is being a mother…

But I agree, that Ginny and Harry probably won’t make it as couple. They’re too young, both waaay too traumatized. My headcanon is that they date again after the war is over, and while they’re rebuilding Hogwarts, finish their education there, all that. But then Harry decides to leave the country for a while (a long while) and they just separate, no hard feelings. Their lives move in different directions but they remain friends.

(I also have a headcanon that Ron never returned in DH, because that plot made no sense and was written simply because JKR wrote that, with no substance under it)

[dootznbootz]

At this point i am so sorry Ovid for all the hate you are better than the author that wrote Tele-GONE-ny :')

Like makes no sense for Odysseus story like it's not even canon. I believe he wrote it because of the success of Homer and wanted to make a known book based on something

Hmm this behaviour is oddly familiar with something recently we experience 👀

Honestly, it's not Ovid's fault in a way, just most peoples' taking his work as GREEK mythology instead of Roman. I don't think it's bad to enjoy the Roman Mythology version as long as people KNOW it's Roman and as long as they leave sweet boy Perseus alone.

Tele-GONE-y? That is just a titan of its own and it's so frustrating.

Because if you look it up? That's technically part of the Epic Cycle!

One of these is not like the others~

And it really sucks because we can't just say "It's Roman, therefore technically not Greek Mythology" like we can with Ovid! Why, out of all the myths for Odysseus and Penelope, would you choose this one? Why would you finish such a lovely story with such a trainwreck?

It literally goes against Tiresias' Prophecy! The myth of Odysseus being turned into a horse would've been a better one to go with if people didn't think "dying peacefully, surrounded by loved ones, after old age" isn't "exciting enough". At least then it's kind of cute to possibly imagine Horse!Odysseus being pampered by his family or something.

It is so dumb and just WRONG to say that the Odysseus and Penelope that are in the Tele-GONE-y are the same ones we know and love in Homer's masterpieces.

Even to lump the Tele-GONE-y with the rest is laughable. Even without considering the extreme out of character-ness of it, its plot is just messy and almost overly simple. As even with just FRAGMENTS of the other poems, we can take so much of what is implied and see the beautiful web that's being woven!!!

One of my favorite arcs, for example, is with Palamedes and his effects along the way. He places Odysseus' BABY in front of the plow and ofc, Odysseus saves his son. His sanity is proven and he has to go to war now, after having a prophecy of being the only survivor and not seeing his family again for 20 years.

Odysseus' rage is just boiling under the surface and he frames Palamedes for treason, causing him to be killed. THEN Palamedes' father, King Nauplius, hearing of his son's death plans to get revenge against all the kings. He goes to their wives telling them that their husbands plan to replace them.

Almost all of them take new lovers EXCEPT for Penelope. While we don't know the exact details, I believe it was likely that:

1.) "You're telling me, my husband, my Odysseus, is planning to replace me? That man is the biggest simp to ever simp, I've never heard such utter bullshit in my life. Get out of my house." 2.) When she realizes that he is Palamedes' FATHER? She's absolutely not believing one word that leaves his mouth. This is the father of the man who nearly got her baby killed and caused her husband to be taken away from her. She does not trust him.

(Silly side thing but Penelope's also probably making sure that Telemachus doesn't meet him lol "Remember that mean man who put you in front of the plow that I told you about? That's his dad. Don't talk to him. We don't know if 'Malice towards Telemachus' was inherited." 😂 )

It's so amazing and ironic that Nauplius got revenge against them all except for the man responsible!!! ALL BECAUSE PENELOPE IS THAT COOL AND SMART!

Granted, yes, he lied to Anticlea causing her heartbreak but still!

It's just such masterful and lovely storytelling!!! The rest of the Epic Cycle interweaves and connects lil stories into the big ones in such satisfying ways!!!

There is nothing like that in the Tele-GONE-y. No little seeds placed along the way to build upon. No "hey, this decision is actually monumental". Shit just happens.

It really does just feel like a young author being like "So, this is my new OC. His name is Telegonus and his dad is Odysseus! No, his mom isn't Penelope! And like, he has a special stingray spear and he kills his dad with it!"

I'm all for supporting and encouraging authors no matter how silly or cringy they get (I'm silly and cringy too!) but imagine from Homer's and the other authors of the Epic Cycle's perspective, that you write a book that you worked so hard on, only for people to take some FANFICTION as canon and therefore affecting how people see your work!

I got really rambly but I'm just genuinely mindboggled that people take the Tele-GONE-y as canon. It's not good. In general.

Another small thing but Homer usually tells us little details even when the characters don't know it. For example, with Helen not knowing her brothers are dead. (in Homer's works)

But I can’t see two of the men’s leaders,                                     Castor, tamer of horses, and Pollux, the fine boxer—they are both my brothers, whom my mother bore along with me. Either they did not come with the contingent from lovely Lacedaemon, or they sailed here in their seaworthy ships, but have no wish                                     to join men’s battles, fearing the disgrace, the many slurs, which are justly mine.” Helen spoke. But the life-nourishing earth already held her brothers in Lacedaemon,                             in their own dear native land.

(Book 3, Johnston)

Homer would have most likely said something in Book 12 of the Odyssey along the lines of "And so he left Aeaea for the final time, not knowing that he will have another son that grew up without his father." or something. HE DOESN'T SAY ANYTHING LIKE THAT. BECAUSE IT'S NOT CANON. It also never says that they slept together in Book 12. All she did was pull him away so that they could talk and she could warn him.

[introvertedlass]

Every time I come on here I see blogs fighting about a wedding and engagement lol.

You are one of the most level-headed blogs on here so I thought maybe you'd appreciate this. If you don't, totally okay as well.

I've been pretty convinced of whose behind the "not so" recent engagement/dating rumors but I'm also suspicious of one of the earliest DM Anons that started talking about them dating back in like Jan-Feb 2022. I hope someone somewhere has the SS of the DM who said, "Can confirm CE/AB have been dating for OVER A YEAR." I don't remember the exact phrasing, but they used the exact over a year term, back in Jan 2022. If my memory serves correct, this same anon alluded to AB's circle knowing about it bc it being known in PT.

Like 10 months later, the People mag announcement drops and literally uses the phrase "over a year." Except, This was like 10 months later, so over a year from Jan 2022, according to the DM anon, would mean they met back in like early 2021 or earlier (2020??) which would be virtually impossible due to Covid restrictions and the fact that there's concrete Justin/AB IG proof that she was entertaining Lucas Bravo during late 2020-2021. However, this DOES potentially support the theory that the earliest DM anon was pushing a narrative for AB/CE to go public maybe spring 2022 (like some ppl theorized, due to AB's Paris movie/WN supposed to be dropping earlier). That people announcement also steered 1000% in AB's favor. Yes, it's CE's teams go to mag, but the majority of the article was singing AB's (limited praises), saying she was some type of humanitarian and can speak so many languages, and all of his fam/friends adore her. All they wrote about CE was that he was the SMA (lol). It felt very much like we're doing this for you, AB - so you get the spotlight. And yes, her show dropped that same day.

I'm sorry...but this never really sat right with me. Her debut 1000% took away from CE's SMA announcement, and the fans went berserk and the GP was also pretty blindsided. Nobody was really happy about it but just confused and the fans were melting down and angry. The only person who really benefited from all this was AB, who - at the time, seemed pretty happy about all the new attention and followers she was getting.

Something somewhere went wrong to cause her to post her shower nightmare. But since then, the "engagement" rumors started to make traction - first, from the dumb Pantene twitter, and later, making its way to the lame radar online gossip rag. The radar online article ending with, "we have reached out to CE's reps and awaiting a comment or response." Interesting that nobody needed to ask AB's rep, just CE's. Either she's that irrelevant even to third rate tabloids, or...you know the rest. Every single time, the engagement rumors push "AB is so amazing, CE is so in love, all of his fam/friend adore her, she's so modest and private, but he wants to go big for her".

PT/Brazil tabloids keep pushing the narrative, and more and more ppl are supposedly confirming, including Justin's Dad? (LOL)

All people have to do is look at who is continuously benefiting from these rumors. Even if every single one of AB's family members and ppl she went to grammar school with "confirm" the wedding to tabloids, I'm still not buying it. Mostly because AB may literally be the dumbest human on the planet if she STILL thinks that getting every single person on her turf confirming/trolling on behalf of her, doesn't make her just as guilty. Girl...you saying nothing and pretending you don't care and don't troll, but your cousin's sister's fiancé's best friend talks to tabloids confirming your marriage...who do you think all of this will trace back to? (Why would CE's team need to ask your grandma's hairdresser to spill deets to a tabloid? They could literally just go to TMZ themselves LOL bc of his status in HW)

It's completely valid for team real to believe they are getting married. By all "appearances," it makes more sense they would be than not, simply bc they made the relationship public and their names are attached to each other, and neither has denied the rumors. So team real does have ammo, and the Queen blog believing their source doesn't make them liars, it just makes their source convincing enough for them to believe them.

But what I need people to remember is that there's one person who's benefiting from these engagement rumors and it's not CE. His family/friends have virtually gone into hiding to avoid having to be harassed every time more rumors pop up. His fanbase is the one threatening to drop him if he gets married to her. AB's fanbase doesn't seem to care, and if she married him, it wouldn't be bad for her career or image, it would only serve her good. It's pretty darn easy to figure out who's most likely pushing the rumors and continuously in the most roundabout and manipulative ways. Whose relevancy will completely fall back into obscurity if the rumors don't end up being true? Whose name has benefited from these rumors since late 2021, and now has ppl outside of PT talking about them, simply bc they "got into a relationship?"

Thank you for sharing this detailed ask. You bring up a lot of valid points that explain what many of us having been thinking since the start of this show. And, tbh there have been times where I can see why people could see this as real. Not judging them, people believe what they believe- me included. However there have been so many anomalies for me that it is impossible to believe that this is anything but a manufactured show. I appreciate you writing this in such a concise manner as it has reaffirmed my thinking. 🙂

[feathered-serpents]

Also the wedding has great potential for some Atreus Sindri reconciliation, if they haven't made up already by this point 👀

Its been awhile since the Atreboda wedding discussions but that’s because of how long I spent answering this ask

It does!

I have a lot of ideas for how Atreus and Sindri reconcile, but the common denominator in them all is that Atreus has to instigate. I think Sindri becomes trapped in his grief, he can’t really break out on his own

I’m now imaging a very ridiculous quest or DLC that’s “Atreus tracks Sindri through realm after realm just to invite him to his wedding” and it’s just as perilous as any other quest in the game except the end goal is literally just to get an invitation to Sindri. The thing is Atreus is unhinged enough to do that.

Oh no I lost control of my body and accidentally wrote 1552 words about this. Whoops. Enjoy.

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When Atreus first finds his new forge, he sees the rust. The scraps of blades and armor carelessly thrown about. The place is quiet and black. The only sign of life an echo of a hammer and a glow, far into the forge.

That’s where Atreus finds Sindri, over this “forge.” Facing away from him. Hammering something molten into a point. The blackness and the glow made him no more than a dark shape.

“What do you want?” Sindri spits with a voice made of venom and smoke.

Atreus did not answer right away. Instead, he became- distracted. By a forgotten fascination in watching the dwarves forge. He’d used to do it as a boy, while his father bickered with one, the other would work and Atreus got lost in the rhythm of it. The steady, sure swing of the hammer, the clang of it in the molten metal, the sparks that flew free. After one hammer swing, nothing about the molten blob below it would look different, but by the twelfth, there’d be the suggestion of a breastplate, by the hundredth it would be there truly, and already better than any human smith could hope for, and by the thousandth, it would be perfect. Beyond perfect. Dwarven perfect. It would all be done in a day.

At this moment, the thing Sindri hammered had no true shape, and there is enough of a glint off the hammer that he can see the head had been rounded and worn to the handle.

“Here to waste space?” Sindri picks up the half-pointed molten thing with his bare and blistering hands, dunking it into a basin of water Atreus hadn’t noticed until now. The chamber fills with boiling steam and his eyes water.

Atreus had wanted to say something else before this remark. Greet Sindri. Tell him he'd missed him. Tell him he was sorry, but he didn't. He just blurted out his reason for being there, when he couldn't think of a way to say anything else:

“I’m getting married.”

The hammer stopped.

Sindri froze. The way people do when they've just been told something confidently when the thing itself makes no sense at all.

“Married…?”

He turned around then, quickly, and Atreus finally saw his face. Patched red, skin flaking from the heat of a constant forge. Soot had sunk into every line of his face, like ink, giving him a look like a living etching, Line and color brought together to suggest a man where there was none.

But his eyes were there.

They had landed in the perfect center of Atreus’ chest. and they’d landed there with intent. Once they’d settled they filled with shock. Then confusion. Sindri’s eyes flicked frantically around in the dark. Lost. A panic in them Atreus didn’t know the name for. Finally, Sindri looked up, and he found his face.

For the first time in ten years, Atreus looked Sindri in the eye, and he saw his friend. There and pure and alive in front of him.

His friend saw him for just a moment before he flickered away and a dark, hardened thing took his place.

"No," said Sindri.

"Sindri-"

"Whatever you want-" Something caught in his throat. He coughed. Then rasped out the rest. "It's gone. I lost it."

I lost it. Atreus thought of the thing on the anvil. Of the things scattered around this half-tamed forge.

"I..." He tried to keep his eyes on Sindri but Sindri wouldn't hold his gaze. He'd stare off behind him, or at his feet, or over his head. Anywhere but his face. "I don't want anything."

"I don't believe you." Atreus felt the venom in Sindri's voice in his veins. "You think anything's changed? You think I've spent one moment missing you-" This time the cough choked him. Sindri cleared his throat violently, he spits something black and wet at Atreus' feet.

"Whatever you want, my answer is no."

The steam of the water no longer boiled the air, but Atreus' eyes still watered.

"I want-" He bit his tongue. "I'd like... you to be at my wedding."

Sindri met his eyes for another brief, rare moment. The shock was back but... not the same kind of shock as when he'd first looked at him. This shock was- softer. One blink away from pride. And like his eyes before it flickered away to be replaced by the hard thing.

“Why?”

Atreus only shrugged. “I just want you there.”

Sindri turned his back to him then. Turned to the thing on the anvil now too cooled to effectively forge any further. Perhaps that is why he did not pick up his stump of a hammer again. Perhaps that is why he did not do anything but stand and stare into the embers.

“What have they been calling you?” Sindri said. “Lord of Tricksters? God of Mischief? They don’t know you, Loki. You’re just fucking stupid.”

Atreus nodded in unseen agreement.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out something large and smooth. Anyone would've thought it a polished amber stone, but not Sindri. Atreus placed the seed on a low stone table, covered in tools just as worn as the hammer. It glowed there. Taking the burning light from the forge and turning it gentle. He'd hoped Sindri might turn around one more time when he heard the gentle knock of seed on stone, but he didn't. Sindri had faced him for as long as he could stand.

“You can use this to find us," Atreus said. He thought about saying what he'd wanted to at the start. The apologies. The declarations. He heard them in his head and felt them on his tongue.

He let the impulse pass. “Thanks for letting me see you, Sin," he said. And he left

And as Atreus walked back out into the open air, somewhere behind him a hammer started again.

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Atreus did not see Sindri at the wedding.

He tried not to feel the grief that gave him, and if he were honest, it wasn't hard. Not today at least. Today was for him.

For him as much as it was for Ironwood. For his friends. His family. His father. It was a day for Giants as well as Gods. A day for a world without Odin and before it all, it was a day for Angrboda.

He would mourn what needed mourning tomorrow. Today was for her.

It was a long day, but they'd been warned it would be. Thus was the danger of a wedding where the guests only slept when they chose to.

"I saw a godly wedding last a month once," Mimir had told them. "With a little luck, I'd say we get yours done in three days."

They don't think it lasted three days, but by the time they managed to escape their wedding night had solidly transformed into a wedding dawn, and still, they languished on their way. They raced each other aimlessly through the Ironwood like the day they met.

Angrboda had learned to change her shape not long ago and she changed into a fox to match his wolf, hiding in the brush for him to sniff her out. When he found her she ran and made Atreus chase her through the fireflies and the ferns and the forest until she became a woman again and let him catch her.

When they did make it back, it was truly morning. The light clear and gold on the roof of their painted home.

They found it there.

They nearly didn't find it. It blended so well against the wood of the table Angrboda used to mix all her powders and paints together. The dark wooden box was placed perfectly between all her colors and they found it.

It was heavy- not heavy- but heavier than Atreus expected for something that barely filled his palm. He had some trouble opening it as the lid had no hinge, it simply held on by how perfectly it fit the box. Atreus would find the brand on its underside in a day.

Inside were rings.

The rings were not extravagant. There were no heavy-colored stones, no engravings, no strange shapes. The rings were just two smooth nearly identical bands of amber.

When they looked more closely, they could see hints of shining color inside. One ring has thin veins of a bright blue inside, following the natural roads of the patterns in the stone. That ring fit Angrboda, more perfectly than any ring could.

The other carried flecks of gold inside. Dozens of them. Beautifully small. Suspended in the band like yellow leaves in the wind. That one fit him.

The bands held no great magic. They would not make more of themselves again and again and again or turn into some great killing weapon. The rings simply felt like home, and they had been made for them.

And Atreus finds nothing to mourn today.