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hopelesslyromanticshark · 1 month

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Hiiiii it's 🌻 anon :)

could I request Jason and New Rome native, legacy gf, who are attending a Roman festival together? maybe something with how they both grew up here and speak Latin with each other 🥺

✮⋆˙ lanterns, guide me home; jason grace x legacy of ceres! reader blurb

content: jason grace x legacy of ceres! reader blurb warning: none! author's note: so painfully soft. actually thats a lie, there is a dash of angst in here. but i love love love this one so much it just- this boy misses home but it's not a place, it's a person. also that title...guys come on, you know its good dont play with me rn

jason was basically buzzing. it was, easily, his favorite day of the whole entire year. consualia, to celebrate the harvest that year or something or other. jason didn't care as much for the meaning as you did. which made sense, considering your connections the the harvest and plants and all that jazz. what jason cared for was how hard new rome always went. resturants stayed open for longer, nearly everybody clambered into the streets and just celebrated each other. and jason's favorite part? the string lights that ran through every block and down every street. you couldn't turn a corner without seeing one and jason could feel the electricity just buzzing off them, surely to match his mood. plus, you and him had developed a tradition of your own back when you were children. he'd only every missed it once, this past year, as juno had stolen him away right before the holiday. his heart squeezed and squished at the thought of you, celebrating alone. he promised to make up for it this year.

"jason!" you cheered as you swung the door of your parent's apartment open. jason went to say something but you, like always, took his breath away. sure, it was a dress he'd seen before, but he couldn't help but feeling like he was falling in love for the first time. gods know what, but something jolted the boy back into action, proudly presenting you with the flowers he'd brought.

"aww, you didn't have to, baby," you cooed but took them from his hand, squeezing them to your chest.

"uh, yes, i did! you think im not gonna get my girl flowers on a day like today?" he taunted with a wide smile that left you laughing.

"whatever. you don't even know the importance of today," you mocked, wrinkling your nose up at him.

"nope, not a clue. i know why it's important to me though," jason mused, smiling down in a way that had you melting. which he got to watch in live time.

"y/n, ill get those in a vase for you, honey," your dad mused, ever the son of ceres, holding his hands out for the flowers, which you reluctantly passed off. jason and your dad nodded at each other and jason went to open his mouth and ask about what he thought about the lastest war games but you were already tugging him down the street.

jason let you lead the way, the pair of you parting from the massive crowds and walking down some desolate street. but you two knew where it led, knowing smiles shared as you turned another corner. in the grand scheme of things, it was nothing. just a fountain, not too hard to find around new rome. but to you and jason, it was everything. it was where you first celebrated consualia together as children, playing hopscotch and other childish games. later, i'd be where you first kissed, once again on consualia. jason had shyly shoved flowers to you, stuttering out that he liked you. and you kissed him, squishing the flowers between your chests. so, every year, the two of you came back, watching others pass by your little bubble of nostalgia.

"i brought aureus coins. ya know, to make wishes on!" you mused, rooting around in your purse. and jason couldn't tear his eyes away from you. you. you. you. his darling girl. who he was robbed of a year with. the tears were rapidly blurring his view of you, his least favorite part of crying. due to recent events, he'd become increasingly grateful for every vivid memory he could make of you and everything else.

"found them! okay, this one's yours and-...oh, jase," you instantly stopped, looking back at jason and reaching your hands out to the poor boy, your coins clattering to the ground.

"i-i'm so sorry. it's just- i-...you were alone last year and i can't stop picturing it," he spit out, every second making it harder to keep the tears in. and you were gracious, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling his chest to rest against your shoulder and allowing his tears to run along your skin.

"it's okay, jase, we're okay. it wasn't your fault. plus, she gave you back to me. one year alone will always be worth that. i got my boy back. i couldn't ask for more," you whispered against the side of jason's head, running your hand through his hair and over his shoulders comfortingly. and he squeezed your waist and held you tight and pressed kisses anywhere his lips could reach, never wanting to part from you again.

the two of you stayed like that, holding and caressing the other with soft hands and gentle words. and jason had the fleeting thought that he couldn't be more grateful for his harvest on consualia this year- getting you back had been the cream of the crop for sure.

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #jason grace #jason grace x you #jason grace x reader

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wordsvomit101 · 17 days

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As usual credit to Hiki (@shyanimeboi) for this god sent gift they grace me. The amount of lore drops got me feral, it feels like Christmas, it feels like summer coming.

I won't post all of it since it is best that you go support the original poster at here: Hikifans on X: "Here is part 3 of the story. Sorry it was abit of a long wait, was stuck grinding for satans beginner nightmere candy https://t.co/IStdo8f7Xs #whatinhellisbad" / X (twitter.com)

Anyway here is the ramble

True but I don't lust as much as you girl (no problem with anyone that related to MC, she's just not for me). If I have that much sexual drive in me, for more than 70 guys at that??? I need to check myself out for medical attention, or else I gonna feel dread every time the lust comes (it is surprisingly a thing that I saw people talk about on TikTok)

Ppyong is a deadly combo man, he is cocky but also a masochist. His appearance is so my type too

MC being a freak, as usual, you go sis ��( ᐛ )ᕗ

THE WAY I CHOKE ON MY OWN SPIT- Like wtf do you mean?!!!! Why are you doing this to my fujoshi kokoro??!!! I know you want to do it but how do you want to do it?!! Shibari? Choking? WHat Ishb Ittzdhbjsfbnv?!- *Error*

NAURRRRR ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽ MC DON'T TAKE THIS AWAY FROM ME!!!!

ASK HIM!! ASK HIM TO SPILL IT ALL OUT!! I NEED TO KNOW!! TELL HIM TO SPELL IT OUT-

*Error*

So, uh, they show a close-up shot of Juno's chest and he asks if Minhyeok is hard like his and MC is a bad liar, said "probably" and Juno calls her out on it.

And MC actually admitted and said that Minhyeok's chest is actually "wide like this"???

You did??? But then again why am I surprised that she did, they had to be kissing at some point if they stuck together for more than a decade with that amount of tension between them

Ok so Minhyeok played soccer in high school, MC and he are in different classes and they were going to give him back something they lent. But come across Minhyeok changing in the classroom, pretty standard

Yup, he knows, he definitely knows and he is tempting her. Also, apparently, Minhyeok's chest is toned, but flatter than Juno's, his abs also feel different than Juno's...

If you can't tell I'm furiously taking notes right now, someone on the dev team is looking out for my shipper's heart and I wish that person woke up on the right side of the bed every day and had their taxes filled on time, etc.

Woah that has to be some intense session you got there, I awake until 3am before and I still have energy fueling me.

Relatable, highly so, I got deadlines every day during the semester. You think it's fine when you get used to it after 3-4 weeks but then it hits you with a week's worth of exams that you need to finish within that time while maintaining other stuff outside your major, and then combine it with other stuff outside uni (҂ ꒦ິヮ꒦ິ)

Too high of a standard girl, if I were him, I would already be too high on coffee and delirium to even see what I'm typing on the computer.

I'm surprised he's only tired, I expected some breakdown but then again, it's Minhyeok. The guy built different

Wait that's so cute!!! Awww (∗˃̶ ᵕ ˂̶∗)

Minhyeok sure is deep in his sleep, cause the slightest noise or outside touch would wake me tf up, I will go straight back to sleep later if it is nothing but if this happens it would me start kicking before I could even think

Built like a campus crush and act like a campus crush. If he has time to be good at sports then he most likely be in one of the SKY universities in Korea. If he also doesn't go to Hagwon then that would be even more crazy

Ok rude, you not even gonna clean the wet chair up??? Even if you're my best friend, I would still drag you back to clean the mess yourself cause ain't no way I'm touching the juice that came out of your bussy

THE TENSION IS REAL BOISSS

I know what you are MC and don't worry I won't judge, just tell me how big the file is compare to others

Ok, that is it, love part 3, they feed me a good amount of lores, and thank you again to the heaven-sent Hiki (@shyanimeboi), please watch the full video on their channel. I couldn't do this without them sharing this with all of us for free at that 🛐🛐🛐

Thank you for reading through my fangirling and good days to everyone!

#what in hell is bad #whb #whb minhyeok #whb mc #whb ppyong #whb juno #wordsvomit notes

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burningvelvet · 5 months

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Powerful women from the classical world + excerpt of a letter from Lord Byron to Thomas Moore describing his lover Margarita Cogni (Venice, September 19th, 1818):

“I wish you a good night, with a Venetian benediction, ‘Benedetto te, e la terra che ti fara!’ — ‘May you be blessed, and the earth which you will make!’ — is it not pretty? You would think it still prettier if you had heard it, as I did two hours ago, from the lips of a Venetian girl, with large black eyes, a face like Faustina’s, and the figure of a Juno — tall and energetic as a Pythoness, with eyes flashing, and her dark hair streaming in the moonlight — one of those women who may be made any thing. I am sure if I put a poniard into the hand of this one, she would plunge it where I told her, — and into me, if I offended her. I like this kind of animal, and am sure that I should have preferred Medea to any woman that ever breathed.”

The mythical and historical allusions:

In Roman myth, Juno was Queen of the Gods as well as a military figure often depicted armed. In Greek myth, Medea was a sorceress who gets revenge against her unfaithful husband through murdering their children and his lover. Although “Pythoness” could refer to demonic witches in other uses, Byron is using it here as another name for Pythia or the Oracle of Delphi, a divine priestess and the most powerful female office in the ancient world.

Faustina is either a reference to the Younger or the Elder. Faustina the Younger was the wife of Marcus Aurelius; he revered her so much that he gave her enormous power, although later historians (probably falsely) accused her of being a murderer and adulteress. Faustina the Elder was the adoptive mother of Marcus Aurelius and was one of the most beloved Roman women in history, whose coinage often features Juno.

Byron's life and writing in context:

When he was living abroad in self-exile, Byron often sought to entertain his friends back home by sharing his adventures in lurid detail. His vivid letters became well-read throughout the 1800s, and are considered some of his best writing. Travel writing and adventure stories were extremely popular in the 19th century, and even most of Byron’s fiction champions these themes. Living abroad and traveling became marketable parts of Byron's celebrity. He blended his own experiences into his work, and chief among these were his romantic experiences.

Shelley once compared Byron to the Greek myth of Circe when writing in a letter about Byron's excessive amount of pets. Circe was known for seducing men and turning them into animals who roamed around her palace. Like a witch or an alchemist, Byron frequently transformed his lovers into characters through his writing. Like countless others, Margarita Cogni was mythically immortalized through the writer's description of her. She and Byron's other Venetian lovers have become part of the wider Romantic era mythology tradition, like the constantly retold tales of Mary Shelley's invention of Frankenstein, Percy Shelley's drowning, and John Keats' love for Fanny Brawne.

By using references to classical women in this letter Byron is not only paying tribute to mythology, history, and the Italian landscape in a way that his foreign audience would find tantalizing, but he is also exploring romanticized notions of classical female beauty which are at turns conventional and unconventional. He channels the gothic sublime through the otherworldly power and danger these women all represent, as well as channeling more traditional concepts of feminine strength rooted in modesty, beauty, and passivity. Byron creates poetic contradictions.

Just as he famously describes himself as “changeable, being everything by turns and nothing long,” he utilizes paradox and inconstance in his writing, such as in this satirical formulation of Margarita Cogni as the ideal lover who is both Goddess and woman, mistress and slave, contemporary and classical, masculine and feminine, wife and adulteress, murderess and murdered.

One can clearly see how this is the same chameolonic, binary-blurring poet who would go on to write the gender-bending themes of Don Juan — “If people contradict themselves, can I / Help contradicting them, and every body, / Even my veracious self?” — and who years beforehand had written She Walks in Beauty — where “all that’s best of dark and bright / Meet in her aspect and her eyes.”

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1.1 Saturday | film

synopsis: It hurts. 2,191 days later and it still hurts. Juno Connors is haunted by the death of her best friend. Haunted by the unfinished documentary Juno refuses to let die along with him. But it has proved difficult. The subject---washed-up skating legend, Ronnie Allen; her best friend’s childhood hero who suddenly went missing sometime in the early 90s---is less than cooperative. She spends months in London trying to get him to cooperate and she gets nothing for it in return. Nothing of value, nothing to make all the dollars and time spent worth it. Until she meets a young sergeant, that is. Juno meets Sergeant Kyle “Gaz” Garrick and sets herself on a course for healing through this newfound intimacy. It makes her think that, just maybe, she can finish this fucking documentary and never have to face Ronnie Allen again.

a/n: my god, there's no way it took me a year to polish this one chapter. anyway, here it is over 365 days later.

The air in Carlsbad is different. Tinged with a saltiness from the sea that Juno can taste on her lips, the breeze at the perfect speed, perfect temperature. She knocks on the rickety old trailer’s door, wishing that she had taken a fleeting moment to film this. This beach—it's gorgeous. Tucked away into its own lonesome corner with a view to die for. Given the chance, Juno’d retire off to here too. She sighs. Bites her lip.

It shouldn’t be her that’s doing this,

She’s staring out at the waves lapping at the shore, a half step off the trailer’s poor excuse for a porch, listening to the way they crash against the rocks and land. She doesn’t deserve to be here, in his place. The door swings open with a creak so loud, she swears it's about to fall off its hinges. Actually, the hinges themselves look more ready to fall off the frame than anything. Charming, she thinks. Gives the whole thing some real character—

“You lost?” —like it needs any more.

Before her, Ralph DiMaggio stands in all his leathery, sun bleached glory. But burgeoning against his loud button up. But he looks at her softly—kindly, cutting through the rough image she had about him entirely and she can see it in his eyes, in his slight smile with a missing canine. He looks happy. Sober. Completely unlike how Fish described him in the notes he left. Juno feels half bad for expecting to find him at the bottom of a bottle, a mess.

“No, you’re exactly who I’m looking for.” She finally takes that full step up to the trailer, extends her hand. He takes it. “My name is Juno Connors—you met my partner, Hayden Fisher, like around a year ago.” Eyes empty, searching for something in the recesses of his mind, Juno can tell he doesn’t remember Fish. It hurts a little. “For the Ronnie Allen doc…” Now she’s searching too— reaching , hoping that he remembers. “He was, uh, a little obsessive about wanting to… to solve Ronnie’s disappearance from, well, the public and then probably never called you back?” She’s fumbling now. Feels like a fucking idiot.

And then it clicks.

“Yeah,” he moves out of the way, gestures for her to come in, “Yeah, no, I remember him, Kid was a lot.”

Juno laughs—well, breathes out a laugh more so than actually laughing. He’s right, he was a lot. Too much, even. She gets it, really, she does. No one could ever entirely stomach him quite like her. Supposes she’s just adept at tolerating the intolerable.

“Why didn’t he ever call back?”

“Thing is, he was going to but he died back in March, so.”

“I’m sorry.”

She gives a shrug that feels all sorts of wrong. “Yeah,”

Reaching into her bag, she flashes him a tight-lipped smile. Her way of saying It’s okay because she doesn’t really know how else to without making it worse, the awkwardness, or sounding like more of an idiot than she already does. Because she’s faced it now: Juno’s blowing this interview and it hasn’t even started. This isn’t her beat, isn’t what she does. No, her job was to sit there and point the camera at someone while Fish did all the heavy lifting. All the talking, But Fish is gone now and there’s still lifting to be done.

The lavalier mic is heavy in her hand, heavier than she knows it really is. She gestures vaguely with it. “I’m here now. For that interview—only if you want to, obviously.”

“Gotta be a little more assertive than that, Junie. A lot more.” He says suddenly like he’s known her forever. Her brows furrow. “Be a bitch, it's the only way you’ll get what you want from old pieces of shit like me.” Ralph eases himself into a chair that groans under his weight, points his finger at her. “That’s a fact.”

“If that’s the case, is this old piece of shit gonna give me what I want or did I drive all the way down here for you to waste my time?” Juno cocks her head to the side. If assertive is what he wants, it's assertive that he’ll get.

Ralph spreads his arms out, smiles wide—proud—missing tooth and all. “Mic me, Junie.” She can’t help it, she smiles too.

And she does—has him clip the recorder to his waistband right on the small of his back as she loops the microphone on its wire wire through the inside of his shirt shirt and settles it on the collar. The camera comes to her like second nature; the setting up of it is a process that doesn’t take all that much thought. Ralph watches her and she doesn’t give him so much as a glance. In her periphery, he’s merely a skin colored blob. She pretends it's Fish sitting there instead as she screws the camera onto the tripod as tight as it goes. It's locked. Ralph shifts around in his seat like he’s never been interviewed before. Juno suddenly realizes that it's probably been forever since the last time. Makes her feel a little better about her uselessness.

The journal is the last piece. One she has to cross the room for—left it on Ralph’s kitchen counter before she mic’d him—her strides and the weight of her warping the vinyl flooring. It burns her hands when she grabs it. Impossible, she knows, but it burns them. With grief, with the corrosive acidity of expectations not met and even worse, expectations she’s not sure she can meet at all.

But she has to try, that’s what this is all about. She looks back at Ralph. Relaxes her shoulders.

“So, what do you know about Ronnie Allen?”

He nearly hits her twice.

Wild, drunk hands wave around mere inches from her camera. From her face. Juno is sick of looking at him. At that ugly mug of his, at the tattoos that have bled deep into every wrinkle and crevice of it. Like runny ink on shitty paper. She looks at him with loathing. Juno’s sick of London now too. She sets her camera on the bar, takes a lazy sip of her beer, and just looks at him. He’s all washed-up. Fucking pathetic now. He’s nothing. He stares back at Juno, like maybe she’s a little off, when she sets down the camera. His wild hands fall into his lap, his story stops.

The rim of the bottle is still at her lips, “Ron, that’s not what I asked you.”

“What?”

“I didn’t ask you about the fucking glory days,” she’s heard enough about the glory days to last a lifetime, “I asked you about what happened after.”

He squeezes his eyes shut real tight, “After?” How he manages to slur just a single word so monumentally, Juno doesn’t know.

“Yeah, Ronnie, after .” It’s still not clicking. “Jesus, Ron—I asked about Merced.” The location rolls off her tongue but it's Ronnie’s face that twists into one of disgust. She can’t seem to break him. It feels like pulling teeth, trying to get him to talk about Merced.

She doesn’t want to feel this way. Not tonight.

Juno’s sick of it all. The poking, the prodding, when she knows—deep down inside, she knows —that he won’t talk. He’s a stubborn old fuck. Ronnie will keep her in the dark until she gives up because that’s exactly what he wants. He wants her to run home with her tail between her legs but she won’t. She cannot and will not let Fish’s life’s work collapse in on itself over a lousy drunk. She doesn’t care that the drunk in question was his hero once upon a time. He’s nothing to her and nothing he’ll stay if he can’t give her what she fucking needs.

It’s been six years that she’s wasted on this. What’s six more?

“You’re still chasin’ this shit,”

“Trust me, I’m not happy about it either.” Juno doesn’t like the way her voice sounds. It’s quiet, comes from deep in her throat, all tired and flat. This isn’t her. But maybe it is now. After Fish, after all this mess, maybe this is who she is.

Fingers twitching around the neck of her bottle, gripping it just a little too tight, Juno looks out over Ronnie’s shoulder. Out at the other patrons of the bar that are surely having a far better night than she is. And then she feels it. The burning of eyes fixated on her. Juno’s own scan the crowd again more carefully now.

“When’re you just gonna quit?” She doesn’t hear it, not really. All her attention’s focused on the other lonely soul across the bar. The bill of his cap casts a shadow over his eyes but Juno knows, without a doubt that he’s looking at her. Staring. So she stares back. Narrows her eyes a little—hoping that if she squints hard enough, she can bend all laws of reality and really see him.

But she can’t. So she inches away from the bar, breaks his gaze for just a second to tell Ronnie plainly, and maybe even a little too loudly that “If anything happens to this camera, I’m never leaving you alone, got it?” And he shrugs. Waves it off like he does with everything else that she says. But he reaches his arm out to where Juno was sitting. Lazily slides the camera into his chest like he’s protecting it in his own half-assed way. Juno doesn’t hover.

Stands of fading blue fall into her face as she wades through the crowd that feels like its only getting denser by the second. She doesn’t bother to tuck them out of the way. Just keeps making her way through. When the crowd breaks, the air feels lighter, cooler; her lungs have room to expand.

And, finally, she can see the eyes that gazed upon her from across the bar.

“You have a staring problem,” there’s a grin there. The most genuine one that’s graced her face in, hell, six years, probably.

“You came all this way to tell me that?”

She shrugs, “And a couple other things.” Juno sits down right across from him. Feels kind of giddy talking to someone new, kiddy like knowing without any real proof that you’ve met someone good. Someone solid. “So, do you always look at random women like that or should I feel special?”

He, whoever he is, smirks a little. Juno can tell he’s trying to fight it but it comes through anyway. “Like what?” He's handsome. Soft behind the eyes.

“Y’know,” she leans into the table, smile reaching her eyes now despite the subtleness of it. “Like there’s no one else here but me. Like I’m the only one worth talking to—and I am, by the way. I am so worth talking to.”

“Can’t have much of a conversation if I don’t even know your name.”

“Well, who said that?”

Words catch in his throat a little and Juno smirks. Bottom lip caught in her teeth. Just tell me your name.”

“Juno.” Said so quick she’s barely even sure he heard it.

“Like the movie?”

She gives him a look. It’s a yes and no answer—more no than yes. “Just the way it’s spelled. They named me after the place in Alaska, just wanted to feel special, I guess.”

“It suits you,” they haven’t broken each other’s gaze. Not once and Juno feels like she’s drowning in the particular shade of brown of his irises.

“I’d hope so, it’s the only name I got.” There’s more of a twang there than she’d like. She wonders if he’d be able to place it, her accent. Knows there’s no way in hell she could place his no matter how hard she tried. “What about you; what’d you get saddled with?”

“Kyle,” Juno nods. Her own silent way of telling him that she thinks his name suits him too. “Most people call me Gaz, though.”

“Why?”

“Haven’t got a clue.” He takes a sip from his glass. Juno wants to reach out and grab it. Take a sip from it too. The impulse is so strong and she’s not entirely sure why. Maybe it's one of those weird intrusive things. Or maybe, it's her desire for closeness that hasn’t been sated in years. Hell, she can’t remember the last time she hugged somebody—really hugged somebody; fingers gripping at clothes, digging into skin, a mouthful of hair. All that. The closest she’s gotten is hauling Ronnie into bed when he’s too wasted to do it himself. And sometimes she lingers. Lets him keep his grip on her wrist while he begs her for a glass of water. She supposes that she likes the warmth.

Oftentimes, she wonders what it’s like to be held. In all honesty, Juno’s forgotten it and so now she looks at Gaz, a stranger she’s shared but a handful of words with, and—more than anything—just wants a hug. Is that so much to ask for; to be held for even a fraction of a second?

She needs to go home, she thinks. Desperation’s not all that good of a look on her.

Gaz’s eyes narrow in on her in a way she can’t quite read. The feeling of his gaze is sharper. Precise. Juno feels naked. Feels like he can read her mind. But it softens and suddenly she can breathe. He nods at her, lowers his glass. “What’s that about?”

And her brows furrow before he points at her shirt. Juno looks down. Lindsay Lohan’s mugshot is decorating her torso and she breathes out a laugh. He laughs with her.

“What, you don’t like it?” She teases.

“Never said that .”

“You could wear it if you want—actually, we might be the same size.”

“Yeah?” Juno nods when he says it, smiling so wide that her cheeks are starting to hurt. “I mean, we could test out that theory.”

The chatter from the crowd behind her is getting louder. Bar stools scrape against the ground with an ear shattering screech. Juno shrugs, smirking a little, “I’m down if you are.”

Then, a resounding crack.

Juno and Gaz both whip their heads in the direction of the bar. Juno’s mouth gapes as she watches the bartender clutch his nose. Sees the blood on Ronnie’s fist. Her heart pounds. He can’t get can’t get caught up like this, he can’t afford it— she can’t afford it. Juno lurches from her chair, toppling it over as Gaz calls her name. She shoves and elbows her way through the crowd now surrounding Ronnie and grabs him roughly by the arm. Drags him with all her might and it doesn’t take much. He’s already long gone—the lights are on and no one’s home. So he stumbles on after her.

Juno doesn’t even get to spare Gaz a glance as she and Ronnie barrel through the door.

The mini-bar in this hotel is piss-poor, Juno thinks as she lines up the third tiny bottle of vodka on the windowsill. Really. She’s had better liquor from forgotten bottles in the back of Ronnie’s cabinets. Maybe he just has better taste than the hotel staff. Juno doesn’t really care either way. Her night’s over before it even started and she wishes she’d gone home with Gaz. He was cute, nice enough. Would’ve been a fun time, she bets, but instead she’s stuck here in her room emptying the mini-bar and wondering if this is just some ugly habit she picked up from six years and counting with Ronnie. Day in and day out. She grimaces. Takes another tiny bottle and sits on the bed.

She’s got more notes for this documentary than Fish ever had. It gives her a pang in the chest, the thought. Makes her eyes water. She breaks the seal on the bottle. The transcript for Ralph’s interview haunts her on her desktop, among others. Juno goes for her browser instead. Her fingers work quicker than her mind—she’s looking at departing flights before she knows it.

There’s a few she can catch before Ronnie wakes up in the morning and calls her asking why his knuckles are all bloody.

It isn’t the first time that she’s thought maybe she’s gotten all that she ever will out of him. Even figured out how to wrap this doc up in a pretty little bow without knowing shit about the why of it all. Ronnie Allen, ex skating legend, is a good for nothing drunk that fell into obscurity because he felt like it. There is no real reason, no meaningful moment that made him run from everything he had. He’s a good for nothing dunk that abandoned everyone he knew and seems to feel just fine about it. Sure, it’s bleak but people’d eat that shit up. She knows she would.

Fish wouldn’t, though.

He always wanted to look deeper than the other documentarians, it’s why he started this one. He’d lose his mind if he found out she ditched it before seeing it through completely.

Juno downs the fourth bottle in one go. Her throat burns.

When she wakes, there’s hair all in her mouth. The room smells overwhelmingly like Fish’s living room. Juno buries her head in the sheets and refuses to breathe.

#carrie.fics #call of duty fanfic #kyle gaz garrick x oc #gaz garrick x oc #gaz fanfic #modern warfare x oc #gaz x oc #modern warfare fanfic #fic: film

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andromythical · 6 months

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im dangerously obsessed with frank zhang rn so here's a "little" thing about him bc people don't realize how complex his character is. Buckle in cause this is a long one.

Frank arrived at camp (correct me if I'm wrong) about two weeks after his mother died. The night of the funeral was the night he found out he could die at any moment if a wooden stick caught fire. (Again, please feel free to correct me about the timeline and stuff.) Frank travelled from Vancouver, Canada to California. A 415 HOUR WALK. As far as we know, he did it illegally too. All while still dealing with the fact that his mother had recently passed and his (low-key kinda neglectful) grandmother was now his legal guardian.

We see how in the first few chapters, just how much Frank is drawn to archery, his grandmother even chastising him about his obsession. He wishes to be claimed by Apollo. Yet, after he wins the war games for his cohort, he is claimed by Mars. Mars, the god of war. The god of violence. The god of what killed his mother. Frank couldn't be less like him, or so we think. Of course, Frank doesn't want to be violent, but it's shown on multiple occasions how his first instinct is to fight.

When he sets off on his quest, there was no way for him to know what would lay ahead. There was no way to know that he would meet Iris, who would show him his gift. Speaking of Iris, however, this where something very interesting happens. Iris claims he is connected to the stick because he 'had too many gifts'. This confused me on my first read, because how could he have too many gifts? He could shapeshift, sure, but it's not like he had any other major powers or anything. That's where I was wrong. It was confirmed in a book, I can't remember which one, that children of Mars and Ares have control over the dead, as long as they were on the losing side of a battle. So no, he doesn't only have one power. He certainly has skills, too. He is gifted in war strategy and tactics, as well. Making him an absolute unit in combat.

Of course, how could I talk about SoN with our bringing up the whole Zhang mansion chaos? It begins with Frank, Hazel and Percy in desperation. They resort to going to his 'grandmother's house' as he calls it. Not his house, his grandmother's. (This has absolutely no significance I just wanted to point it out). His grandmother is quite literally on her death bed when they arrive, Mars at her side. When Frank and his father have a one on one, Mars mentions how he is 'Junos secret weapon'. While talking about Gaia, he mentions that - in a direct quote - " I think you worry her more than Percy or Jason or any of the seven." This ties back to Iris' comment. He is too powerful.

Grandmother Zhang seems very shitty, and for the most part is. She has told Frank that "Men do not cry, especially not Zhang men" which we can see ties into a quote further on in the book, after the mansion catches fire and they're on the plane back. Percy mentions that "Frank kept his head down, as if he was ashamed to have been crying."

What people don't mention about Frank as much, is that he lost his only family about a month or so apart. A month.

People don't like Frank because of his conflict with Leo, but what people choose to ignore is the fact that the arguments started after Frank started hearing Mars and Ares in his head. And as we see in HoH, Mars and Ares are very pushy. Some of his behaviour could be contributed to his anger at Mars, who he now hears encouraging him to fight the Greeks at every opportunity, and some could also be contributed to Leo himself, who caused the Mars and Ares fiasco, and who also teases him at every chance he gets.

it's getting very long now and I'm getting very unmotivated so I'm gonna leave it here and if I think of anything else I'll edit it :3

The moment we've all been waiting for... the Venice incident, when Frank killed between 200-300 monsters. He was blessed by Mars afterwards, and is described to have been more confident. Even Leo had stopped teasing him.

And THIS, dear readers, is why Frank is the physical embodiment of "I'm not a violent dog, I don't know why I bite."

#i love him so much #i did not mean it to get this long my bad #hes so underrated #this is an absolute essay i apologize #frank zhang #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #son of neptune #house of hades #heroes of olympus

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nessa007 · 11 months

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[roy/keeley s3 anon here, sorry to write to you again]

I actually quite enjoyed Roy and Jamie’s development and friendship this season (even tho for me a lot of it was ruined in the last ep unfortunately).

I just wished the writers focused on Roy also.. having him in therapy and learning to let go of his anger and insecurities and have more confidence in himself and all of that being reflected in how far his relationship with Jamie has come. Like it would fit so nicely with both their character arcs that Jamie and coaching Jamie helps him gain that insight and self confidence. Not have him as a supporting character in Jamie’s story but have them both on equal footing and growth

Idk I guess I’m so disappointed bc it could have been great and just wasn’t

And yeah hard agree on Keeley. Juno’s time and talent was wasted tbh. Although I did read somewhere that she had other commitments in parallel to filming s3 so that’s why her screen time so reduced but honestly even if true, that is not the reason to cut her off from the main storyline and basically make her her own little island for most of the season for no real reason in the story

i did enjoy the roy/jamie scenes and yes they needed that development but that shouldn’t have been roy’s only arc this season. roy definitely should’ve started therapy around the halfway point of the season, just like ted did in s2.

if they knew juno had other commitments then they should’ve made what little screen time she did have actually count and not give another love interest that literally went nowhere. god, jack was the most pointless character 🙃🙃🙃

and you can message me anytime 😊

#*replies #ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers

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"Hello Stranger"

@blind-mutant

Meet a muse!

O-oh, uh. Okay.

They're new in the town, a town where people like them lived.

("Which seems to be almost impossible to believe, but Juno was gonna try and give others the benefit of the doubt, something that didn't get passed along to them often enough.)

The air is humid and hot, sand sticking to their shoes and fuck, it's enough to almost make them wish they could turn back or something, an ache for the way England used to be colder...but it wasn't like their old home really had a whole ass town that mutants and gamma mutates could flock to, so Juno guessed this was just another thing they were gonna have to get comfy with, alongside the shitty side-up of having powers from a whole ass situation.

It all comes with the same thing; Shifting forms on their power, how much energy they had pent up...and right now, Juno had pretty much wasted it all getting to Vista Verde, their previously glowing white skin, brilliantly glowing with their fluffed up wings and chest piece, had faded to a onyx black.

Vista Verde had a good sky apparently, maybe that would help keep them safer than they had been back home.

The only issue was that Juno hadn't been able to grab a map yet and this place was...bigger than they would have thought. Enough so that the mutate wince when they bumped into a small...person? In town, causing them to jolt and hold up pitch black hands.

"A-ah! Sorry about that!" Juno winced, their voice...so much higher than they would have liked with their powers now, "I was- y'know, trying to fine my waaaaaay, but this place is big and no maps..."

God, they probably though Juno was being a big weirdo...

"I'm- um, new here, if you couldn't already tell."

#ask #blind-mutant #behold!! Juno! my hulk/gamma oc!#Current Nervous Wreck Of New Scenery

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I love Beetlejuice stories but the canon lore (for both film and musical separately) is so inconsistent (if that's the word) it bothers me when Im thinking too hard about it. Especially if you included deleted material.

I'm not gonna include the show, gotta rewatch it. I feel like the show is more loosey goosey, he's just a cartoon demon in the netherworld who can come into our world as I recall.

(CW for stuff that's in the show like suicide, parent death, and child marriage).

Beetlejuice is an expert scarer, who loves to scare, but he's mostly invisible and doesn't actually seem to get many opportunities to scare. In both the film but especially the musical.

In the musical, he needs the dead to get the living to say his name in order to be visible to the living. With the exception (as in the movie) of the strange and unusual Lydia.

In the musical he is stuck in the house, and in a demo song he's literally been there since it was a cave.

(but also is at Emily's funeral in the cemetery so...)

(... also it is a fourth wall break but he kinda knows the future, the Maitlands are gonna die)

In the movie, by contrast it says he travels and lived the Black Plague (I had a pretty good time during that!), that implies that was when he was actually alive.

In both movie and musical he calls himself a dead guy.

In the musical he also calls himself a demon straight from hell and his Mom a demon. It seems ambiguous. His mom, who is a Boss in the netherworld, is also eaten by a sand worm that "eats ghosts". Could he be half-Demon?

In the movie, btw, the realm of sandworms is referred to as "Saturn". Saturn was a god of time, and Beetlegeuse is a star (just like Beetlejuice is!), the name comes from the Arabic name for it's position in what the West calls the Orion constellation (the hand of the central one). Orion in Greek mythology was a hunter who was a pretty bad guy.

In the movie it seems Beetlegeuse has to be summoned to scare the living, and certainly he can be un-summoned. It seems like he is somehow bound to the model, when he is un-summoned he returns there until summoned.

(Again, In the musical he can't scare the living until the dead make them say his name, he's invisible. In the demo he is still able to scare people sometimes though.)

Movie Juno says he's been "sleezing around your (model) cemetery". It seems like he's chosen that place. Since he is an "illegal alien" he has come from the netherworld, but he isn't supposed to have escaped. Yet Juno doesn't even bother trying to take him back. No reason given why. Despite him having been her assistant she almost seems scared of him. She also says "and you let Beetlegeuse out, and didn't put him back."

He's actually shown in his first scene in the film as being in the dirt below the house when he sees the obituary, looking for some newly deads to trick. So it seems like he's been running this racket for a while. Juno says he caused trouble as her assistant, went out on his own, got in more trouble... aand here we are.

The nature of the afterlife is bleak and kind of mysterious. In the movie, it's run by a terrible social service department with no hint of gods or heaven/hell. Death looks different for everyone, and the Maitlands are sentenced to stay in their house for 120 years. Exorcised ghosts stay in a horrifying void.

In the musical, it's even bleaker but less mysterious. You are supposed to go to the netherworld, haunting is a fluke (like not getting your book) or rebellion. Everyone is alone in a numb void, and they wish they were still alive. There are also no gods shown, though there are references to God/Satan but no confirmation BJ knows they exist.

The marriage pact makes some sense to me as old fairytale stuff. (Like the name 3 times does. Note also the knock 3 times).

In the musical getting married to a mortal makes him come back alive, in the movie it means he can stay on Earth.

Why god why couldnt Musical Beetlejuice propose to marry Delia or even one of the dudes? Possibly because Lydia "can see him" in a way others can't, or because Delia is engaged, or maybe he just didn't really think about it. Or maybe for the same reason a real man would marry a kid, because he knows he can easily manipulate her (as he has). It's "a green card thing" and "strictly business" but acknowledged as fucked up in a way that is meant to keep Mr. Juice at least a little potentially still sympathetic as we need him to be in the realm of a musical character like him. I think the way they handled it works, personally. The song "Creepy Old Guy" really works for me because it makes me feel, well, seen. It does suck to grow up being leered at from puberty and a lot of people don't acknowledge that. I like that it mocks the presumed mentality of creepy old guys who think girls are "secretly just shy". And it all turns into a trick on him, I just think it works surprisingly well for a really difficult tightrope act there. Helps that the show asks the audience to not worry too much about analyzing if something is problematic, "I know you're woke but you can take a joke". Sometimes it's ok to be like, "yea some of the jokes are problematic but Beetlejuice isnt supposed to be a good guy who is PC." So all that, ok But STILL. It's kinda a plothole that no one considers he could marry someone who isnt lydia and is an adult, like Delia (or again in 2023 one of the guys). It's not like they don't depart from the source material, but in the movie Delia and Charles are married.

Why did Delia keep the wedding clothes for over 3 months? That seems inconsistent with her character and behavior of finding them "ugh" (love the noise she makes) and tossing everything.

It also seems dissonant to me why movie Lydia is a gothy teen who likes the boring old house.

Were the musical Maitlands locked in the attic by BJ later or choosing to stay there?

I think I would prefer a beetlejuice who isnt trapped in a house for centuries unable to be seen, I like the idea of him having more power.

How did he gain and lose power over his undeath, anyway, especially the movie one? Being able to scare so well and physically effect people and yet having to be stubborn?

Random Thoughts:

- I ship Musical Adam and BJ and that's a problematic ship bc BJ is just sexually harassing and assaulting Adam, which is supposed to make it less bad that he does it to Babs I guess? I frankly did laugh about his behavior in this regard, and I acknowledge some people would be rightfully upset about it, I get like that with those jokes too, not sure why it works for me and Im not a paragon of virtue.

- Honestly part of why villains like BJ are compelling is because we all can have a bit of villain in us, as BJ tells the Maitlands. Im kinda a huge goody two shoes but Ive also been drawn to Bad Boys and shit.

- Musical BJ (lol BJ tho) is a story about toxic relationships. He's so lonely and needy and he will hurt anyone who rejects him even a little. And when people like me have been in toxic relationships, we liked and loved that person. Fantasies are not always virtuous or portraying smart decisions, often they're not. I don't actually think murder is good, but I like action movies and violent video games. It has to be done the right way for me, but I can enjoy the character of Beetlejuice the way I can enjoy the Always Sunny gang when in real life they would be condemned.

- Beetle has not been laid in 600 years. That means he got laid after his death.

- BJ being a civil servant implies suicide. There were some early drafts specifying this, but it's unknown in the film.

- I really love the "power of names" theme a lot.

- There's something about the jokes - a lot of them could be called "not funny" in both the sense that they're cliche/cheesy/corny, lowbrow, and also often offensive but I, we, enjoy it so much. I think it has a lot to do with the delivery.

- the larger than life cartoony clownishness of it, which made it such a natural for both a kid's show (with obvious changes needed) and musical, is just so delightful to me. The very hammy performances, chef's kiss. And BJ breaking the fourth wall in the musical is awesome and provides awesome audience interaction which is so great in theater.

- the teenagerness of Lydia, especially in the musical, is great. It's great that she can be "I was an asshole - no, you were a teenager" as the demo says. Scaring people with a demon, for example.

- the anti-suicide messages get me every time as someone who had chronic suicide ideation and attempts for decades. Death doesn't make it any easier. No, you'll just be dead. It might not have reached me at the time because I just wanted to end the pain and not exist but in retrospect Im nodding along and tearing up.

- The addition of the Dead Mom in the musical is great and genuinely made me cry. I like movie Lydia as a mostly dark comedy (imo) character but musical Lydia is so emotionally compelling.

- I am a movie Delia apologist, her art is good and she's a fun decent person.

I could probably go on but dude this is soooo long. Id also interested to see what others found inconsistent or confusing or whatever. And other thoughts and stuff you disagree with respectfully.

#Beetlejuice

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GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN, SISSY LYNN (nicole kidman fc)

life on the road can be tough, but we’re glad you and yours made it to taos!

i mean… so many lines in here i simply want tattooed in my brain! we’re actually convinced sissy could fix our lives. she’s so real already and we can’t wait to see her in action! suchhhh a treat to read! welcome welcome!

basics

[NICOLE KIDMAN, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER] ever heard about [SISSY LYNN]? Out here on the road, they have a reputation of being [ENIGMATIC & SPIRITUAL] but also [IRRATIONAL & STUBBORN], no wonder they’re called [THE HIGH PRIESTESS]. According to local legend, they’re [55] and when they pull up to camp not a soul can mistake the sound of [Kate Bush’s ‘STRANGE PHENOMENA’] following them. Some say they carry [A TAROT DECK, A LIGHTER WITH A BLEEDING HEART, A POTION BOTTLE AND A THIMBLE] and have been traveling with [THE COVEN]. [juno, 24, she/her, gmt+8]

biography

Elizabeth was born to clandestine parents whose goal in life was to raise a harmonious, docile, All-American nuclear family - Elizabeth was also born to eschew all her parents wishes, to spit in the wind and see spectres of what was meant to be. It was by no means a broken home, as some would like to believe; this would make Sissy’s perceived insanity make sense. But no, Sissy was not raised in a house devoid of comforts or love. It was however, not a home for her; she was regularly expelled from the dinner table for outlandish pronouncements, that the tea leaves told her not to go to school the next day - that Jesus was merely a shaman, and that the real and truly divine, was derived from the gods of old. She cut up her clothes to fashion outlandish and billowy, dreamy clothing; her mother wanted to stuff her into sweet dresses and make her sit with her legs shut in church. At said school, Sissy was an outcast; not that she deigned those around her, worthy of her superior company. Instances of bullying were met with freak accidents for her tormentors - after a girl lost every shred of hair in her body, her classmates learned to merely leave her alone. All scoffing was done in private - and Sissy couldn’t care less. They were merely sheep, cogs in machines - they wanted to get married, buy a house, go to tailgate games. They had no concept of the vastness of the world behind them, and the promise it held. And so at eighteen, with a note left beneath a jar of her very first witches brew, Sissy bid goodbye to her family - leaving any traces of Elizabeth behind. When prompted by the right person, Sissy will speak of her family with a bereaved air; they were not meant to be a unit, but they are her flesh and blood, and so the wound lingers, festering beneath layers of velvet and lace.

The wound festers, but it’s covered in something sweet now, like Sissy’s beloved plant ivy; the Coven has slowly become the planet of which she orbits, fostering a love within her chest she had long believed impossible for a woman as far out, as she. The Prom Queen was her first true companion; when she found them, a child strapped to her hip, an instant tenderness was born. Sissy has had no desire for children of her own, but they instantly stirred maternal desires - she knew without a doubt, as she offered them both herbal tea and whatever food was leftover, that they wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. Sissy sees a similar rejection in the young girl; even if her ejection from norm core was not by choice, the way that Sissy’s was. She sees how the girl pines for normalcy, and constantly seeks to placate her with examples of why their life is better, and will always be better, for the young child; that they are bound to nothing beyond their own desires, the vivacity of their dreams, the freedom of the roads, and whatever the heavens above unleash upon them. It wounds her when they are unhappy, when they occasionally observe her practices with disdain and annoyance; but then they dance under the moon, and Sissy sees all they may become. And here enters Lee - who cuts through her aversion to men, and presents a diamond in the ruff, one she is begging to polish. His conventional, All-American good lucks deterred her at first; but his spirit undercut everything, warm and caring, a tenderness she has so rarely seen. Lee, she muses so often, suffers from a melancholy that only afflicts those possible of caring to a degree, that will ruin them. She affords Lee distance when he requires it, but is also trying to invade his emotional space in her own ways - spells, clothes with her own prayers sewn into them, dried flowers to inspire joy, all thrust upon him with her trademark smile, and gentle hands. Sissy sees what grows between the pair; she’d like to think her vigil to Aphrodite, will be the one to thank when the time comes. But for now, all she fosters is devotion and light, for her beloved coven.

Sissy’s magic, her creed, her religion, is a mixture of old and new - she believes in witches, greek oracles, snippets of any major religion, all tied together with her own brand of spirituality. Ask her what she believes and you’ll be treated to an hour long meditation on anything and everything; Sissy believes she can commune with cats, that the moon relegates her strength, that it is bad luck to drink black coffee on Thursday’s, and watching tv (unless its giallos) with infuse your brain with worms. Sissy knows you think of her as insane, and she pities you for this belief - you’re married to a reality she’s long abandoned, for something better. One may question whether she truly believes all she espouses - the answer would be, if there was ever a time she was full of shit, Sissy is so far removed that it really doesn’t matter anymore. Her magic affords her a confidence rivalled by few, which she uses to spout her opinions (even if entirely wrong or unfounded) on any and all topics - which is infuriating, maddening, and earns her both devotees and raging nemesis’s. She prays for the latter, and sticks a pin in a dandelion whenever she thinks of them; a move Sissy sweetly explains, will shorten their lifetime, just a little bit. It’s not murder you see; they’ll be reincarnated and hopefully come back as something that isn’t so fucking full of shit.

She decided to hone her apothecary skills when she was eight and came down with a terrible case of the flu, paired with a sore throat that no medicine could heal. On a moonlit night, hazy and feverish in her nightgown, Sissy wandered into her backyard - she claims the plants called to her, longing to be picked and brewed on her stove in the dead of night. This first concoction revived the ailing Sissy, and set her upon a healing path; everything she makes, even if christened with a ridiculous name that earns an eye roll, works. If Sissy had any sense for business and money, and didn’t harbour a burning hatred for ‘the man’, she’d have been a millionaire years ago.

The annual rubber tramp meet up means more to Sissy than she’d like to admit - and no, it absolutely, she’ll swear on her favourite pack of tarot cards, has anything to do with ‘them’. She won’t even allot them anything beyond that - a hmph, them. She longs to be surrounded by those like her; those who exist on the fringe of society, for whatever reason that may be. Sissy sees the young, the old, the newly aimless, and feels fondness for the misfits gathered - plus, they flock to her like bees, buzzing for remedies. Sissy’s loved and lost many in her lifetime - the greatest heartbreak, being the loss of her family, whom she sees as a tragically failed relationship. Part of her longs for the drama, the clashes that follow; those who refuse to abide by society’s rules, are bound to mix with fireworks. Each person, imbued with their own brand of chaos. And yes, this includes them - the supertramp, not that Sissy cares, really. They’re grating, they complain about all the flowers she keeps around, and they don’t understand the magic of dancing naked in the rain; but they understand some things, like the best way to earn a smile in the midst of volatile fight, or how to make her come back, year after year, her stomach knotted at the thought she won’t drive them to madness, and affection, once again. But she always does - and she always knows, they’ll inspire the same maddening affections in her own heart. Not that she you know, cares - because she doesn’t? She doesn’t.

stats

Athletics -3

Burglary -2

Contacts 3

Crafts (Sewing, mending, basket making, weaving, etc. etc.) 5

Deceive 2

Drive (like, actual driving ability) -5

Empathy 5

Fight 3

Investigate 2

Lore (Kinda like knowledge) 5

Navigation 3

Notice 2

Physique 3

Provoke 4

Rapport 5

Resourcefulness 4

Stealth -2

Will 5

i am a math flop so ignore the probably eschewed add up lMAO

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lil in progress pinterest :

https://www.pinterest.com/lizphairs/strange-phenomena/

#submission #accepted #the high priestess

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 2 years

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Chapter Six- Golden Blade

ʚ Summary: The divine scavenger hunt is on its final leg. Here, Mercury will find yet another obstacle. This time one sent from his stepmother, the queen of all the Gods.

ʚ Themes : Soft | Fluff | Adventure | Angst

ʚ Warning : Animal death

Did anyone tell you about the time I slayed a giant? No? Then buckle up, children; Uncle Mercury is about to begin story time.

You see, if there was a hierarchy for wandering eyes, my father would be its God-Emperor. No. Scratch that. My father would be the God-Emperor of all God-Emperors. He saw a beautiful woman and had to bed her. It was no different with Io, daughter of Argos (not to be confused with the giant in this story), and Melia. She was also the first priestess of my stepmother, Juno. As you can see, children, things got very ugly, so to speak.

My father fell in love with Io, wooed her, and canoodled with her. Then, as luck would have it, my stepmother grew suspicious and sniffed around. My father changed Io into this beautiful white heifer to hide her from Juno’s vengeful eyes. Juno eyed the cow and grew even more suspicious. She praised its beauty and asked my father to give it to her as a gift. Poor Io was stuck between a rock and a hard place: the rock being my stepmother, and the hard place, also, my stepmother. She had to keep quiet if she wanted to protect her life, so off she went when Juno was granted her wish. Juno, being the sharp goddess that she is, hired the services of the hundred-eyed giant Argus.

Io was miserable, for she was cut off from everyone, and my father, not wanting to see her suffer, called me, yours truly, to free her.

So I went, and I bartered and pleaded, threatened and bribed. Nothing worked. I thought I had nothing that Argus could want or even need. Argus did eye my pipe, though, and seeing my chance, I offered to play for him. I played and played, each tune more haunting and beautiful than the one before it. One eye closed. Then another, and another, until finally, all but one eye had closed. I waited and played, going on and on, until finally, that last eye closed, and Argus’ head slumped forward. Before he could wake up again, I drew my sword and struck his neck. That would have been the end of it, but Juno hounded poor Io until Jupiter finally gave in and promised to never look at Io’s way again.

And that is the story of me and the one hundred-eyed giant.

And the blade that brought about his demise was somewhere here, in the Valley of Temples. And I had eleven minutes and about fifteen seconds on the clock. Time to get cracking.

I could tell you so many stories about everything that went on here. About Castor and Pollux, about Icarus. And, of course, yet another temple to Hercules.

Jealous, my lord?

I laughed. Jealous? Me jealous of you? More laughter followed. Do you really want me to give you an answer, little brother? About who should be jealous of whom? Hey, Apollo! Maybe we sho--

Careful where you go with that, he growled. Hercules clearly caught on to what I was hinting at and wasn’t happy. After all, who would be happy to be reminded that they murdered their family? I felt bad because it wasn’t his fault. Our stepmother had a direct hand in his madness. Sorry! Sorry! I will not bring that up again.

Hercules grumbled, but calmed down all the same. He said: You have nine minutes left. Time is running out fast.

A sibling crisis is averted. On with the search.

My sword was here. I could feel it. I looked around, trying to sniff it out. And that was when it came flying out of the woodwork. The world went black as it flew straight at me, blocking my sight.

It was a peacock, flapping its wings at me, trying to dig its talons into my face. This was all Juno’s doing, I’m sure of it. I could feel it; time was flying by, and my sword was calling out to me. While the creature still hounded me, I ran straight and true to the temple of Hercules and looked around. My sword was here, I was sure of it.

The bird kept coming at me, this time trying to dig at my back. I ignored it, paying no mind to its talons. My sword was here, I just had to focus and--

There it was, hidden behind a crevice. The peacock was still coming at it, all beak and wings and talons. I couldn’t just disappear on it; it would simply cling onto me even more. Call him off, my lady! I gave a fair warning to Juno. Or his head will decorate my halls.

She laughed, clearly enjoying my struggle. What have you got against me anyway?

I have not forgotten what you did with Argus, She snapped at me.

Will she not let that go? I sighed. Are you sure you will not call him off? I asked, as I stuck my hand into the crevice and poked around. The bird was going at it, this time managing to draw ichor. I fumble and fumble until something cold and sharp knocks against my fingers. There it is. I fumbled around some more until I found the hilt and my hand circled around it. One good yank was all that was needed.

Juno laughed again. I will not, Messenger. But surely you could-- There was a shriek of epic proportions. WHAT DID YOU DO?

I managed to pull out my sword and bring it down on Juno’s pet in one swift move. It lay dead on the ground, its head severed from the rest of it. I sat down on a fallen column to catch my breath and to let my wounds heal themselves. I killed it.

You—

He bested the creature, fair and square. Father’s voice came crisp and clear. But if it bothers you, I will restore your pet back to you.

There was a harrumph, barely audible insults. Juno yielded to her husband’s counsel in the end. Very well, She said in a huff. Send him back to me, so he can be restored.

As you command. I closed my eyes and heard a faint hiss. The peacock had vanished, head and all. A golden feather was all that remained. I picked it up for my collection.

Seven minutes left. I wondered what my last challenge would be.

Another piece of parchment fell in front of me.

In the city of water, in the church of Participazio, home of the saint’s relics, you will find the herd of your half-brother.

Oh. The city of water had to be none other than Venice. The church? St. Mark’s Basilica, no doubt. And the herd?

I sighed. Of course, Apollo’s cattle. And probably in miniature figurines, to make it difficult for me to find them.

Six minutes! Apollo called out. You can do this!

Yes. I can do this. I close my eyes and take myself off to Venice.

#Mercury #Roman Gods #roman pantheon #creative writing #writing #writeblr #am writing #a world of whimsy writes #original story

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nico-pico-rico · 2 years

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Things I'm watching while I'm sick with a fever:

Encanto

Baymax!

Christopher Robin

Juno

Little Miss Sunshine

Ruby Sparks

Little sick rant here, you can skip this bit :)

I hate being sick, my body decided that it was in danger so it woke me up at 3 am but I only went to sleep at 10 30. Then j threw up, thank god I knew I was sick the day before so I had a bucket next to my bed. Then I watched encanto, threw up two more times, I was just throwing up water and my dinner from last night. I'm very grateful for my older sister, she has first aid training because she works with little kids. I made a joke that I think was hilarious. My older sister was saying how if I get too hot I could seize. (Context: my sister was telling me to put my jumper on, it's really cold here in australia.) And I said "I don't wanna seize, I'll have to go to the hospital over-seize. (Like overseas)

I don't really care if people don't wanna read about my days, but I'm autistic and so I need to vent about my day so I don't burst out crying at any little thing. My mums gone for a while and both of my sisters work, so I'm all alone. Well I've got my dog, spike, hes so cute. I used to be so scared of him when I was younger though. My mum has a video of me 'playing' with him, I was so scared and screaming and running from him. Too bad, I wish I had spent more time with him when I was younger. I wish I had better memories from when I was younger. I actually have no memories, I have stories of what other people told me.

Rant over now!

I hope you all have a very lovely day :)

#encanto #little miss sunshine #sickness #ruby sparks #christopher robin #baymax #tw: vomit

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thee-achilles · 2 years

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🦩.|very powerful (& my fav) synastry aspects/overlays.

in honor of that valentine’s day season ig.

y’all act like i know shit about synastry. 🙄😒 y’all acted right 😈 here’s some of my fave powerful synastry aspects. 🙄

anyways this is an excuse to show my hand fixation 💪😒 a literal “odd flex, but okay.” i <3 hands.

let’s get this show on the road 😈

MOON-JUNO SYNASTRY

“LET’S GET MARARRRRRIIIIEEEEDDDD” that one tiktok. you know. the one.

i see no one speak on this. it’s SO PALPABLE. my first love’s moon was conjunct my juno. it makes you love and want to marry the person even if the other aspects create a rocky relationship. you want to take care of them and a part of them wants to take care of you. if other aspects are agreeable, this makes a wonderful long-term aspect.

juno is the asteroid that rules marriage and the moon rules our emotions, femininity, attachments, and nurturing, so it makes sense that with moon-juno synastry would make the moon person super attached to the juno person and vice versa.

the juno person knows that the moon person wants to or does take care of them well. the juno person makes the moon person mushy and want to take care of them even if they’re usually not the type to do so.

juno is the ideal partner and with your emotions, the moon, agreeing with that partner, it’s mostly perfect if other synastry aspects agree.

NORTH NODE CONJ NORTH NODE SYNASTRY

need i say more? it feels like you two feel like you were destined to meet. i have north node conj north node with someone i know and before we met, our parents talked about us to each other before we even saw each other. then, when we saw each other for the first time, i could tell we got the same feeling of “oh! i know you’re that person.” before we even EXCHANGED a word with one another.

you also have a similar path in life which means you get to help each other learn and grow. it’s giving long term if other aspects say yuh like ariana.

MOON IN THE 1ST HOUSE

god save the queen! sorry. anyways, this one screams wedding bells. y’all communicate telepathically. it’s like: 💆 “bro this bitch mad annoying don’t you think?” “bro i literally was JUST about to tell you that shit” 💆

also when you nurture each other, you feel nurtured through and through. it doesn’t leave you like “man, i really wish they did dadada-” NO 🤰 it leaves you frolicking in fields. 🧎 when will it be my time. y’all manifest this for me. IF YOU LOVED ME- 🙄😿

you can read each other so easily and can predict the most outta them. y’all are each other’s personal diary. it’s giving “hugging a pillow to your chest and talking about your secrets at a sleep over” type personal. also they understand your body.. if you catch my drift. 😏 i’m talking about body language, stupid 🙄😾

JUPITER-VENUS ASPECTS

**inhale, exhale**

COME ON, BRO.

i don’t see these aspects being talked about a lot 😿 which is why i’m here 😈 to talk about them 😻💁‍♀️

it’s just basic astrology at this point. jupiter is the planet of optimism and expansion. venus is the planet of love and beauty. when you’re with each other, you feel loved and feel beautiful. it’s like there’s this entire dome of energy around you two. constant smiles, playful bickering, little nitpicking (like pulling fluff off of their sweater nitpicking... so i guess knitpicking-), and LAUGHTER. this aspect gives me eugene and rapunzel vibes 🙄.

the “husband” and the “wife” planet is what basic astrology calls these two. shouldn’t the two spouse planets be together? wouldn’t they work in harmony? bring out abundance and joy together? i rest my case. 🧳👩‍⚖️‼️❣️

MERCURY-SUN/MOON ASPECTS

y’all.

my mercury dom self lives, dies, and breathes for these.

the moon aspects make words of affirmation a love language, and synastry with moon-mercury aspects LOVE to hear the other person talk. and then they’re like “you’re so smart :)) i would’ve never thought of that!!” LIKE????? OMG????

got my heart goin pi-ah pa-ah ❤️❣️‼️‼️‼️‼️🫂🫂

also i feel like sun and mercury aspects talk ALL the time?? like they just have so much to talk about and love sharing knowledge with each other. and it’s the kind where you’re like “you know that one thing where..” and the other person is like “YES!!” and you start laughing?? it’s absolutely amazing and i love it.

VENUS-PLUTO ASPECTS

🧍uh..

**crowd screams and runs away**

UGH. okay. whatever. i’m just not like other girls 😒

lemme crack this egg. venus-pluto aspects aren’t easy shit. they put you THROUGH it. drag you by your hair and humble you. BUT IF YOU BREAK UP WITH THE PERSON YOU GOT THIS SYNASTRY WITH... whew. it’s insane. what you realize after, the blessings you receive, the lessons you learn.. it’s like taking the rose-colored glasses off. you’re a changed person. it teaches you what you want/don’t want in love and reveals to you what you need in a relationship.

i know it’s a tough aspect, but in order to love better we gotta learn some lessons, right? it helps to prepare for the one we won’t want to make those mistakes with. it can be more helpful than you think.

not only that, but it’s filled with passion and intensity. it could be my plutonic venus speaking, but 😏 i like a little bit of that 😋 just a drizzle 🤏😁 i want them to be just a bit obsessed with me 😻❤️ i deserve it i think 🙄😒‼️

moving on.

JUPITER IN 2H/8H.

I AM SLAMMING MY TABLE.

me 💁‍♀️ and 😼 benjamin 😁 franco 👍 stay 🛏at 🅰️ the 🎩 banco 💰 getting 👩‍⚖️ checks ✅ like 😈 nike 💪 everywhere 🌎 that ❣️ i 🧍 go 🫂 if 🤨 you 🙏 ain’t ❌ getting 🏆 no 🙅‍♀️ pesos 🪙 qué 😨 estás 😩 haciendo⁉️ stack 🚸 it 😻 up 🆙 like 😒 legos 🧱 quiero🧴 dinero 👩‍💻

love jlo.

truly, she said it best: “yo quiero dinero.” SO DO I‼️‼️ this aspect gives you insane amounts of luxury when you’re with this person. you could be better at the lotto with them, feel abundant, or just your energy is higher to bring in abundance.

but this aspect isn’t all about money though 😒

you could realize new things about yourself or feel more comfortable to try new things with this person. self-discovery never stops. AND it’s enjoyable⁉️ sold. it’s just you two don’t feel like you’ll get judged around each other either because you’re ALWAYS encouraging each other to try new things. jelly tbh 😒

ANY 9H PLACEMENTS

yummylicious. learning with each other and enjoying it if positively aspected :)) it’s gorgeous to have and i feel like it doesn’t get hyped up enough!

you learn things you didn’t know anything about when with each other. you two could be a vastly different, too, but somehow.. it works.

teaching each other things gently and wholesomely. love love this overlay <33.

MOON SEXTILE/TRINE MOON

telling y’all right now.

MOON CONJUNCT MOON IS A SCAM 🤬🤬 y’all will literally understand how each other feels, but like?? idk y’all won’t know how to properly nurture each other. conjunctions are also a subtly harsh aspect, y’all. remember that.

so, in turn, i offer this 🤲:

it’s almost an immediate comfort and attraction, y’all. you guys understand each other SO WELL it’s insane. you guys will know how to nurture each other in the best way. i feel like you will bring out the best of each other emotionally and know how to love the other when they’re feeling down. you guys have your own way of expressing things, but you understand each other’s form of expression. THAT’S what makes it so beautiful.

this is a 10/10 aspect tbh. cherish this. 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

JUPITER-JUNO ASPECTS

this is so cute to me.

jupiter and juno are married, right?? so... why should i explain this.. 🤨‼️

an amazingly abundant and COMMITTED partnership. learning together, being abundant, luck in this relationship, feeling lucky to be with the person..

that ☹️ should 🧍 be 🤝 me 😩 energy.

you guys have a sweet energy around each other. you may pick on each other like an old married couple, but it’s sweet and very humorous. i see you two laughing a lot and one person being charmed by the other. or this could go both ways!! :))

people can see how committed you are to each other and may even want to protect your partnership from malo. they see the value you two have for each other and they love that! this just seems so healthy to me omg.

ANYTHING TOUCHING THE IC.

and finally, this bad boy. :))

good or bad, this is extremely powerful. there is a familiar vibe to this person, and whatever it is touching your or their IC, that’s what it is. you just get that part of the person.

this could be bad if like malefic aspects are here. it could cause you to crack yourself open and see why you are the way you are.

this is amazing in friendships especially. i have this with a few of my buds on here!! <33 the banter is easy and familiar and fun. it’s so lovely omg.

if positively aspected, could mean your/their family loves them/you. :)) that’s so cute 😭😭

thank you guys so much for reading. it means the world to me. i’ve been working on this post for a few months so i could better my knowledge on synastry aspects and overlays. i hope you enjoyed!!

til next time, lovelies!! <33

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inkedtae · 3 years

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a lover’s howl ⇾ kth. [M]

⟶ inspired by Howl’s Moving Castle and part of The Ghibli Series

⌁ pairing; howl!taehyung x reader (f.)

⌁ genre/rating; studio ghibli au, howl’s moving castle au, smut, a dash of fluff, a bit of angst, 18+

⌁ summary; an unforsaken spell blesses you with his presence again

⌁ word count; 4.1k

⌁ warnings; howl!taehyung, blonde!taehyung, bigdicc!taehyung, dom!taehyung, sub!reader, unprotected sex, rough sex, praise kink, dirty talk, oral (f. receiving), fingering, body worshipping, basically a moving amount of filth~

⚘ happy birthday juno ♡ (@onherwings)~

⚘ a huge thanks to my beta readers, @kkulmoon, @nottodayjjk and @uhgood-dooghu, for taking the time to read this over and fix it up for me. it means a lot and i don’t think i will ever be able to thank you enough. also a special thanks @yeoldontknow for letting me talk at her, giving me ideas and always supporting me. I owe this fic being finished on time to you.

The rumble of the train trembles the walls of your workshop. Black fumes cloud the moonlight. Your candles flicker atop your desk, threatening to diminish and leave you sewing in the dark. Weaving feathers in and out of a black hat, you’re too preoccupied with thoughts of him to be fazed by the sound. He writes often, enclosing a black feather with every letter, but doesn’t visit as much. You’re not sure what of this “important business” is so dangerous that you can’t come along as well. You have survived much worse, witnessed his near death and helped him rebuild his castle afterall. And though you told yourself countless times that there’s no good dwelling on the past, you can’t seem to stop wondering what exactly changed his mind.

A prick of your thumb stings you out of your thoughts. In a jolt, you drop the needle and hat to shoot out of your seat with a hiss. You lick the wound before it bleeds then press your fingertip upon it. You hope the pressure subsides the wound long enough for you to fetch a bandage from the first aid kit.

Now, where did Taehyung say it was? Something about a library... or was it a living room? You make your way up to the attic, hoping he did in fact mention the library. All you can really remember from that conversation was how handsome he looked in that pink coat you stitched up for him. It just frames his broad shoulder so well only to narrow around his thin waist. And then there was that knowing look in his eyes that told you he knew just how much you weren’t listening at all.

“Baby,” he had whispered, cupping your chin. “Are you listening?” And once you had found the mental capacity to resist the urge to kiss him and slowly nod, he had smirked and repeated, “The kit is in-”

The library flickers to life when you enter. Dust settles upon every inch and you begin to wonder why he had forbade you from entering before as you scan the shelves for the kit. Leather bound books and tightly rolled scrolls reside on every surface. Trinkets of his journey clutter around as well. You had thought you talked to him about the importance of organization, but it seems that he prefers this mess best.

Your attention settles on the desk, sitting in front of a large window. Presuming it’s probably in one of the desk drawers, you make your way over with the intention of rifling through them and nothing more. You’ve learned from past experience that it’s best to never tinker with his things. However, once you stand before it, a red, leather bound book catches your eye. The imprinted title is written in an unreadable script and seems to be floating off the cover. How could that dance off the surface like that? Against your better judgement, curiosity hovers your fingers over the font.

Slamming open, the book flips and flicks through various pages only to suddenly stop. Rose coloured font apperates into view in that unreadable script again. You furrow your brows, attempting to read it anyways, until the strokes of ink shift around the pages. They rearrange themselves into a script you can decipher.

A Lover’s Howl.

Yearning of heart and

Tethers of soul.

I wish to end my misery

And the distance apart

Together unruly and-

The tremors of the train erupt every wall of the attic, pulling you out of your thoughts. Startled, you glance out the window to find that it is not the train at all you owe this rukkus to, but the upset clouds. Flashes of lightning burn the sky alight as rain beats down the busy street.

You turn back to the desk and shut the book. That’s enough snooping for a night. You still have that first aid kit to find. Rummage through the drawers, you finally find a little tin of bandages under a box of rose and emerald ink pots. Teeth between the thin paper, you rip open the little bandage and wrap it around your thumb. However, it seems like once one wound is taken care of, another flames.

Aching, your heart sits heavy in your chest. You take a deep breath, hands too shaky to return the kit back beneath the ink pots. The action seems to push the numb pain to your gut. A little whimper escapes you. You lean on the edge of the desk, inhaling sharply. You’re still breathing, you try to remind yourself. And that should be a comforting fact if your pussy didn’t begin aching as well. With a shaky gasp, you press your thighs together and wonder why the thought of being bent over this very desk seems to be unfathomably appealing right now.

Your fingers hover over the pearl buttons of your dress; it suddenly seems awfully tight in this hot room. Wait- when did the room get so ho- “Agh,” you whine as another pang of pain makes you needier.

The newfound heat suffocates skin, hands moving fast to push that blue dress off your shoulders. It doesn’t hit the ground before you start to discard your bra and panties as well. Still, your body burns with a desire to be overtaken. It’s as if you’ve been edged all day, left half finished and ready to finally unravel. Desperate to feel just that, you slide a hand down to your aching pussy. It clenches emptily, yearning for Taehyung's huge cock. God, it’s been too long since he last stretched you out. Nothing can ever quite compare to his size, your fingers and vibrator a weak excuse for anything besides clitoral pleasure.

Rubbing at your clit, you try to soothe the craving for him now. However, the pain only seems to intensify. It’s as if your body knows it’s not your own hand you crave, but Taehyung’s. And where is he now to graze your folds between his fingers and tease with little praises? You can just see him peeking up from between your legs, tongue poking out of his lips and breath fanning over your heat. And you’d push yourself up into him. So, he’d smirk and chuckle, and tell you to be patient or he won’t do anything at all. You can even hear him now, taunting at your desperate, half-naked state in the very section of the house he told you to never enter.

“What did I say about looking through my things?”

Hand cupping your heat, your attention snaps to the door. Taehyung leans against the doorframe, the candlelight sculpting his features sharply. His name leaves you in a whisper as you begin to wonder how desperate you are to have resorted to hallucinations? Maybe you should really call him if your mind’s gone this far. But, as you attempt to move around the desk, another shot of pain holds you back. You gasp a quiet cry and harshly rub circles around your clit.

Concern colours Taehyung’s features. “Sweetheart,” he calls, rushing over to you. You’re about to pride your mind on such a vivid and accurate imagination when you feel his large hands settle on your arms. Soft and cold, he holds you tight and guides your hunched over frame onto the desk. Shrugging his coat off, he drapes it over your shoulders and asks, “What’ve you done to yourself?”

“You’re here?”

“I’m here,” he smiles.

A breathless chuckle bubbles out of you as your hands wrap around his neck. Your arousal slicked hands stain his shirt, but he doesn’t seem to mind, pulling you into a tighter hug. “You shouldn’t have come in here,” he mutters between peppering little kisses in the crook of your neck.

His vanilla cedar scent coddles your heart and aches your bones. You whimper into his shoulder at how quickly the pain intensifies from a single whiff. Taehyung pulls half an inch away, concerned and confused. With his forehead resting against yours, he licks his lips and you can’t think of a better use for that tongue if not to lick at your pussy. The pain shoots at you again just as your thoughts become interesting. You swallow your whimpers as he brushes your hair out of your face.

His gaze falls to your bare chest before lingering around your pussy. Suddenly aware of your nakedness, you shyly press your thighs together. Every inch of you just wants to beg him for his cock already, no matter if you're bent on his desk or pressed against the window. You just need him on you, in you, touching every part of you.

The courage to ask for what you want finally presents itself when he shifts his gaze to something behind you. You sneak a glance over your shoulder to find that open book. A little sigh escapes him and he returns his attention to you with a little smirk. “You missed me this much,” he teases, caressing your cheek, “that you just had to cast a mating spell, hmm?”

Is that what that was? You weren’t even sure you could read it before it rearranged. You’re about to apologize when the pain cinches your words in your throat. Doubling over, you rest your head against his shoulder and whine, “Ah, Tae!”

He wraps his arms around you, further engulfing you in his scent and you don’t think you can take much more of this. Whatever this mating spell is, you’re sure it’s not supposed to be tearing you apart. Clutching on the collar of his shirt, you mumble, “I need you, Tae. I need your mouth and fingers and- I just need you so bad.”

You wish you can say you hate the way his eyes glisten with power. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he knew exactly how you were feeling and was just waiting for you to say it. He’s told you before that the sight of you so needy always awakes something dark within him. He loves to watch you whine and quiver.

His hold on your face tightens as his fingers dig into your skin. You swallow thickly, another whine escaping from the mere thought of those fingers deep in you. He licks his lips before asking, “What do you need me to do so bad, sweetheart?”

He trails his fingers down your neck, past your collarbone and the valley of your breasts; waiting, watching. When all you can muster is his name in a little mewl, he whispers, peppermint breath fanning over your face, “Do you want to start on your knees?”

“Anything,” you gasp, tugging on his shirt. You just need him close, need him now. “We can do it anyway you want, just please fuck me already.”

Surprise alights his eyes for a moment. Never have you spoken this crassly, without his cock already deep in you that is. He chuckles, on the verge of teasing you about it when another pained whimper escapes you. Taehyung settles his large hands on your thighs. Leaning in, he brushes his nose against yours then places a soft kiss upon the corner of your lips. “I know it hurts, sweetheart, but I can’t do much if you don’t tell me exactly what you want.”

You pause for a moment, wondering how much clearer you could be. Usually, a declaration to be riled is enough to set him off. You’re never the one guiding him as he always insists on guiding you. He says it's because he loves how obedient you suddenly become when his dick is involved. And though you have tried to fight him on it in the past, there’s not much you can deny now. So, you bite back a whine until you have enough strength to order just above a whisper, “I need your mouth, Tae. You’re fingers too. Honestly, anything will do just as long as you're tasting me.”

He bites back a chuckle as he lowers himself to his knees. Spreading your legs, he urges you to lean back a bit. The gesture pushes a variety of books and pens to the floor. Neither of you can be too bothered, however, with his face inches away from your pussy.

Holding your gaze, Taehyung dives in. You expect him to lick a long strip up your pussy to start, as he always does, only to have him suction his lips around your clit. Either way, you’re sure the pain withers away. A relieved gasp echoes in the small room as you throw your head back. You can barely even feel the previous ache when he releases your clit to lap up your wetness. All you can focus on is how you missed his warm tongue.

“Oh fuck, just like that,” you moan, eyes fluttering shut. Your hips roll up to meet his tongue, body craving more of him.

“Keep talking to me, baby,” he mutters around a mouthful of pussy. “How fast do you want it?”

You run a hand through his hair and hold on tight. “Fast!” Taehyung groans against you, making your heart flutter enough for you to forget what more you wanted to say. Until a small ache pokes at your gut again. With a whine, you reply, “I need your fingers. I need you to shove them in me and lick me and make me cum. Fuck, Tae, just please make me cum.”

Taehyung circles two fingers around your tight, little hole, muttering, “About time you remembered your manners.”

Not much strength lives in you to tell him that you’ll remember your manners when he finally lets you come along with him to whatever “important business” that’s taken him this long. And even if you could speak, all you can really think about is how you missed his fucking fingers. So long and slender, they slide into you so far and curl just right.The pain dissipates and you throw your head back with a loud moan. You’re not sure what this spell was, but you’re thankful for it if it means bringing Taehyung back home.

You attempt to ride his face again only to have him remove his lips. He smirks up at you, amused gaze peeking through his blonde bangs. His fingers quicken and bash just where you need them.

“Taehyung,” you sigh. Voice breathless, strained with the return of that painful, greedy desire to unravel, you whine, “I need your mouth.”

He chuckles. You shudder. Has he been gone so long that you’ve genuinely forgotten just how much you adored that laugh? You’ve never been able to process the duality of it, the cheerful tone sounding so deep and dark.

“And what do you want me to do about that?”

Oh, right. The spell. It only seems to let him follow your orders. You make a mental note to tease him about it later, the gnawing ache of your gut begging to be eased. Still, under your breath, you mumble, “Must I hold your hand through this?”

Taehyung clenches his jaw. His eyes blink cold, hard and darken into vexation. If he could, he’d smack your pussy, bend you over for a spanking only to edge you thrice before finally letting you cum. At least, that’s what he did the last time you talked back. Instead, he resorts to glares and little reminders to “behave” since “the spell will break before the night is over.”

You shiver with every moan as you sit up. A few more scrolls roll to the ground from the shift of your position, but you pay them no mind. As the thunder roars beyond the little library, you cup Taehyung’s wet smeared chin and guide him back onto his feet.

“All I can ever think about,” you start, attempting to speak through your moans, “is all the time lost not getting fucked in that moving castle.”

“It’s d-”

“Dangerous,” you finish. “More dangerous than a mating spell? Than this stupid libr- fuck, I think I’m close.” You fall forward to rest your head against his shoulders. Taehyung scoffs and you don’t need to glance at his handsome face to know he’s smirking. You can hear it.

Hand shooting to his wrist, you stop his fingers mid-thrust. The spell’s pain lingers around your pussy, tightening your walls around him. It threatens its return as your orgasm slowly disappears. He whispers your name, but you only meet his gaze when you’ve bitten every needy whine back long enough to say, “I just want you to fuck me like you want me.”

“What makes you think I don’t want you?”

A little whine slips past your lips. Taehyung’s expression softens and he shifts in place, likely feeling helpless when you don’t allow him to ease the ache. “You left, Tae,” you sigh. “You left me here. I want you to fuck me like you never did. I want you to replace your fingers with your cock and touch me like you love me.”

Taehyung pauses. “You think I don’t love you?”

Though the answer is on the tip of your tongue, you know better than to tell him it now. Taehyung is no fun to fuck when he’s genuinealy upset. And if you are going to be rid of this unforsaken curse, you know that you’ll need to keep the rest of your thoughts to yourself. So you let go of his wrist and the spell compels his actions once more.

Taehyung removes his fingers then rids himself of his clothes. You can’t seem to keep your hands from wandering over his chest and clutching onto his shoulders. He smiles at you and, though it’s small, that smile of his makes you wonder if perhaps you’ve ruined the entire mood and now he’ll only fuck you because he wants simply to help.

Then he seizes your hips. You’re pulled forward until the length of his cock presses between your folds. He strokes his nose along your cheek, wet lips whispering, “I think the real issue is how you have trouble following orders.” Rolling his hips against yours, Taehyung groans into the crook of your neck. “It looks like I have to show you how it’s done.”

You lose your fingers in his hair, clutching onto his bicep with your other hand. You missed how much he loved to tease. Lips biting into your collarbone, Taehyung reaches a hand between your bodies to align himself. A gentle push in and you’re exchanging praises. He’s definitely been gone too long if you’ve forgotten just how big he is. His mere tip stretches you enough to lose all words, incoherent affirmations taking their place instead. Eyes rolling back, you thrust up to try meeting his hips halfway, but Taehyung grounds you in place.

A specific speed never left your lips and you just now realized that fast is in fact Taehyung’s default setting when it comes to fucking you into submission. All the pain you thought was returning feels as though it never arrived at all. You’re about to tell him to thrust harder when he clutches onto your neck.

He stares into your desperate eyes, his own looking needier than usual - a fact he has never enjoyed admitting. “Do you know how many times I almost used this fucking spell?” he hisses as his thrusts become harsher. “Every night, I stare at that fucking page and think about how pretty you’d look when you’re full of my cock.” He growls a curse under his breath. The hand around your neck tightens just to let go. As it trails down your body to cup one of your bouncing breasts, he groans, “You look even more beautiful when you’re desperate for it. Did you know that?”

You let out a shaky moan. Hands sweaty, you try to maintain your grip on his shoulders as he plays with your body like a passtime. He thumbs your nipple, gazing down at how you arch your back and push yourself further against him. Breathless from the sheer sight, he picks up his pace. The desk scratches at the floor with every thrust. Your moans drown its sharp creaks as Taehyung buries his face between your breasts. Licking and biting, he feasts on you like he never left, like he does this every night and still can’t believe he has you.

Cradling his head closer, you feel that once painful ache in your gut tighten, twist and slowly begin to beg for a chance to release. And you know he can feel you inching closer as well, little praises pouring out of him between his appreciation of your chest.

“That’s my girl,” he rasps. “Taking my cock so well.”

True, you’re annoyed it took a fucking spell to bring him back, but you’d be lying if his insistence of you being such a good girl didn’t just replace all your anger with affection. “Taehyung!” you cry.

You’re about to ask for permission when you recall the fickle detail that you are the one calling the shots this time. Even still, you try to subside your urge to cum long enough to ask, “I-it’s okay to cum, right?”

Taehyung laughs against your skin. He trails quick kisses back up to your lips, only to mutter moments later, much to your constant whining, “You don’t need to ask this time, sweetheart.”

Like being doused with cold water, you allow yourself to come undone. Fingers digging into his skin, eyes rolling back, you scream out his name over and over again with the rhythm of his hips. Every new thrust adds to the quaking of your body. It breaks in your voice as you cry out for him.

“Does that feel better?” he teases, voice husky and strained. If that isn’t enough indication that he’s close, the little twitch of his cock gives it away. “Is my dick enough or do you want me to cum too?”

Nails imprinting into his skin, you try to meet his gaze. “If you don’t cum in me right now,” you start, breathless and desperate, “I swear I’ll cry.”

Taehyung nudges his nose against yours before pressing his lips to yours. He lets you swallow all his moans as he pulls you close by your ass and holds you tight. Then, he bites your lip and fills you until you’re stuffed with more than just his giant cock.

A few more rushed kisses and sloppy thrusts are offered before Taehyung ceases all movement. He rests his head on your shoulder, fingers still sunk into the curves of your ass. Sweaty, heaving exhaustion overwhelms your senses. Pussy pulsing, you find that the longer Taehyung remains in you, the more twinges of that pain return. You know you should tell him that, only you’re worried that he’d go the moment he pulls out. He has served the purpose of the spell after all.

Taehyung stands straighter now that his breath has returned to him. He shifts his hands from your ass to your hips and gently pulls out. A hiss escapes him. You feel empty all over again.

Crossing your legs, you softly push his hands off your hips. It might just be best to make this easier on both of you, you wonder, and give him a chance to go. Maybe that way it won’t feel as though he’s abandoning you.

“I guess you have to get back then,” you say as you hop off the desk.

You both know he can sense your discomfort. “I can stay for a little while.”

Grabbing your dress off the ground, you ignore the emotion in his words. “Lucky me,” you mutter, turning back to find him inches away.

Eyes locked, Taehyung maintains his sincerity. He tentatively wraps his arms around your waist and, when you don’t interject, presses you against his chest. “I’m- I-” he stutters for a moment before the words come together once more. “I thought leaving alone would be the safest. I didn’t think it would take this long.”

You shake your head. He’s missing the point. It shouldn’t take a spell to compel him to return. He shouldn’t have left you alone. “It shouldn’t matter how long it takes. I should always be there.”

Taehyung falls silent. Guilt flashes in his eyes as he reverts them to the floor. Swallowing thickly, he meets your gaze again to mutter, “I just can’t risk losing you again.”

“Then don’t leave me alone,” you whisper.

Taehyung pulls you into a warm hug. A tearful apology is mumbled into your shoulder. You’re not very interested in it though. All you want is him; with or without a lover’s howl.

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