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guacamoleroll · 4 months

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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖈𝖍𝖔 𝖔𝖋 𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘 「𝔣𝔶𝔬𝔡𝔬𝔯 𝔡𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔢𝔳𝔰𝔨𝔶」 ༉‧₊˚

content. f!reader. implied breaking-and-entering, fireworks, metaphors about stars, soft!fyodor, he's secretly down-bad, he's also incredibly possessive. descriptions of moscow (red square, st. basil's cathedral), mentions of eastern european food (pirozhki), references to greek mythology (perseus and andromeda), jokes about greek incest. not proofread. 2.2k+ words.

author's note. starting the last of my fics for the year with the first bungou stray dogs character i've ever written for. thank you for such a lovely year! ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

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synopsis. within the last minutes of the year, sitting underneath the stars, two lovers discuss the stories mapped within constellations. in themselves, they find that some tales are timeless.

"It's so lovely at this time of night."

You couldn't contain your astonishment as flurries coasted to the earth in silent swells, dusting the city in a sheen of sparkling white. With an outstretched hand, you gathered flakes into your palm, admiring them before they melted with the heat of your skin. The riverside stilled as you coasted along the sidewalk, frozen in thickening ice as parents ushered their children away from its tempting surface. Tourists clustered under trees, shivering in their thin hats and coats as they underestimated the spite of Russia's wind. But despite the chill, there was an unmistakable gaiety in the air, smiles strewn on glassy faces as they awaited the new year.

You tailed behind Fyodor as he sauntered forward with broad steps, unable to catch your breath as the basket of freshly baked pirozhki settled heavily in your stomach. Your eyelids threatened to close as exhaustion crept into the corners of your vision; journeying between museums, promenading through parks, and scowering various foods had taken a toll on your energy.

You groaned. "Do we have to go tonight?"

He merely chuckled, the velvety bass of his voice tracing goosebumps down your spine, easily distracting you from the fact that he hadn't answered your question. Your field of vision spiraled into a haze, thoughts shot far in the distance despite the frost attempting to rouse you, left unaware as an assured hand ushered you inside a concealed entrance to the luminous structure slumbering outside of Moscow's main square. You walked forward into the endless darkness, only to bump into something sturdy. Your fingers carded through the puffed fur of Fyodor's coat, tugging on its ends.

"Fyodor?"

With a click, the room was brought to life. The high-vaulted ceiling outstretched to reach the heavens above, walls embellished with intricate frescoes of ancient Abrahamic tales. Flares of resplendent color danced across the floor as moonlight met glass, casting waves of softened light upon your skin. A labyrinth of winding corridors hid in the shadows, prompting any curious wanderer into a trove of antediluvian alcoves and chapels.

Your jaw dropped, gawking at every deliberate component. "What is this place?"

"It was a cathedral erected in honor of Tsar Ivan the IV." His gloved hand puckered altar cloth between his gracile fingers, tracing the embroidery as his mind drifted elsewhere.

You hummed, racking your brain as it itched in anamnesis. "Wasn't that the terrible one?"

He was silent as he released the fabric from his fingers, but the self-satisfied smirk told you everything you needed to know. "Indeed. This place once brimmed with life, hosting religious gatherings and services for the denizens of this city." His boots snicked against the tile, the noise reverberating as it spun towards the ceiling. "It has been left as a relic of time."

You ever-so-delicately brushed your hand against one of the columns, not wishing to disturb the peace of stillness and rest that blanketed the cathedral.

"How marvelous."

Your attention went astray as Fyodor tinkered at a lock, the hinges of a thin door ricketing with unsettling squeaks as he stood aside, uncloaking a never-ending staircase to the unknown.

"After you."

Your muscles cramped with every step, dread buried deep in your gut as your vision remained impaired, the flashlight beam smattering inconclusive rays of light as it aimed at your back. It was almost like the architects had attempted to reach the clouds, their grandiose endeavor churning a flare in your back as you slumped against the wall, your lungs burning with every passing moment. Your spirit was invigorated at the sight of a door through the dime ire of light, basking in your relief as you stepped out the door, the crisp breeze of winter striking your skin as—!

"W-Woah!"

Your feet teetered over the ridge of the roof; only your ankles remained flimsily rooted onto solid paneling as your arms swung out to balance yourself. Fortunately for you, an arm wrapped around your waist, drawing you back against Fyodor's chest. A quick peek upward towards his impish expression revealed everything you needed to know.

"You must be careful, любимая."

Your breath was shuddery, inwardly wavering on whether to punch him or kiss him, the indecisiveness reigning victorious as you pointedly ignored the mellifluous lilt of his tone, hands binding to his arm as your gaze locked onto the ground several hundred feet below.

"Good lord, we're high," you muttered between pants.

His arms braced you further against his chest, leaning away from the perilous drop. "You're trembling." The tension in your grip eased at the sensation of a gentle kiss against the crown of your head. "You know I'd never let you fall, hm?"

"Right." You released the amalgam of tense breath that clawed at your throat, able to balance on your own two feet as you settled your view to the skies.

Your feet shuffled across the panels as you slogged onto a wider expanse of the roof, slumping against a wall as the tension evaporated out through your fingers, the nightmare of plummeting from the roof erased from your mind. However, you swallowed a yelp as the flashlight flickered off, leaving the both of you enshrouded in complete darkness—at least for a brief moment.

Clouds stacked in bunched within the stratosphere, mirroring fragments of light that bounced from below in a nebulose aurora. But despite the wonderment of their decadence, they lost their luster once the stars peaked through their fogged edges, the finite speckles scattered like freckles across the canvas of the heavens. They felt close enough to touch if only you reached out toward them, daring to do so. Your fingers trailed maps of these celestial bodies, finding a sense of peace in their familiar patterns.

"Are you familiar with Ovid's Metamorphoses?" Your voice pierced through the silence.

"I can't say I am."

You withheld the impulse to laugh—he had the entire compendium of books in his personal library. It would be a surprise if he hadn't at least skimmed them, but you decided to humor him this once, scooching closer to point towards a specific cluster of stars.

"Those are the constellations of Perseus, the son of Zeus, and Princess Andromeda, the daughter of King Cepheus and Queen Cassiopeia."

You took his silence as an encouragement to continue. "Perseus found Andromeda chained to a rock as a sacrifice to the sea monster, Cetus, by her parents in order to save her home." Your fingers drew out the character within the stars, a grin upturned on your lips as you envisioned the archaic tale in your mind. "It was told that he found her so beautiful that he slayed the monster, rescuing her before fighting against her uncle for her hand-in-marriage."

"Her uncle?" Fyodor mused.

Your nose scrunched in a grimace. "There's a lot of that in those stories, I'm afraid."

"The couple went on to live happily ever after—an extremely rare ending to most ancient stories."

"There is a simple explanation for that," he replied.

You snickered, already aware that your open-ended commentary would eventually lead to some thoughts from the infamously brilliant man.

His eyes rolled in return at your amusement, disregarding the tightness of his chest. "We hold onto ancient tragedies because they are a reflection of life. Nothing in our world is as simple as a happy ending." A vacant look ruled over his features, a familiar expression that often shielded his thoughts within the dark, contemplative hours of the night. "Most aspired heroes never reach their potential due to their blind devotion to selfish aspirations and goals."

"You're right," you sighed, hands balled against the corner of his cape in an attempt to thaw your frozen fingers. You wanted to say more, but it felt like your mouth was cotton-filled. So, instead, you returned your eyes to the sky.

"Sometimes, I wish I was a constellation." He looked at you. "Even with its flaws, this world is undoubtedly beautiful from above. I like to think the stars admire us just as much as we do them."

And he didn't say anything more; he didn't need to. Instead, he reigned you onto his lap, his coat shrouding your shoulders as he shared its warmth. You leaned into his embrace, basking in the flutter inside your chest.

"You're awfully cold, милая," he grumbled, his fingers mapping your frigid palms.

"Our roles are reversed now," you quipped. "I hope you think about this the next time you decide to stun me with your hands in the morning."

"I'm afraid I might forget," he whistled.

"You little—"

But you found your voice hidden underneath layers of crackling. You ogled as fireworks wiggled their way into the night sky, shimmering onto the city square, the towers of the Kremlin becomen heavenly statues as their structures temporarily glistened. Without a second thought, you grabbed onto his hands, giving them a squeeze with each pop. You were so attentive to the collections of radiant sparks that you didn't notice the eyes boring into your skin; Fyodor's gaze averted from the fireworks to contemplate the interlacement of your fingers.

He surmised you were to be his future the moment you had locked eyes for the first time—his destined, pre-ordained other half as he journeyed to actualize God's promised land. It wasn't a surprise that someone was fated to remain in his keep—another loyal follower, too intertwined in their own aspirations to connect to his cause without deliberate guidance.

But not you.

You may not have supported his cause with the devotion of his witless flock, but you understood it better than anyone. And most importantly, you understood him. You peered through his intricate plans and performative malice, reading into his cause as you unraveled his intentions. It had been an enticing cat-and-mouse game, the both of you constantly entangled in a mental match, intellect and morals clashing. He knew you were his perfect match from your analytic dexterity, but he had no idea that you would pull at the strings cast around his heart, ones he believed had been severed long ago.

His heart had never belonged to anyone or anything—his mind and will were forever devoted to his cause, but his heart hadn't beat since before he could even remember. The sudden constriction of his chest was so foreign.

You must've been quite the powerful woman to kickstart the heart of a demon, excavating a trove of humanity he had buried within himself with a simple glance of your eyes—and all without knowing, your gentle expression puncturing through his abstruse masquerades, somehow able to see everything except the turmoil that you left in the wake of your very touch.

He found himself less and less concerned about the echoed beat of his heart within the emptiness of his chest, too captivated by your smile as you beheld the heavens with a benevolent expression, savoring the burning red and gold sparks despite their dullness in comparison to you. In spite of himself, your everlasting happiness had become an intrinsic component in his plans.

You were made to remain at his side—not as a brainless devotee, but as his equal and often opposite. The world, so rotten yet somehow divine through your benevolent gaze, may try to pull you away, but he'd have no issue burning cities to their ashen roots if anyone dared attempt to pry you from his hold.

His lithe fingers outlined the constellations of every freckle and beauty mark, star patterns copied onto your skin as his touch drifted your attention from the flashes and flickers to him, your inquisitive eyes scanning his face as he remained unmoved.

"Федя?"

He shuddered with unparalleled delight at the euphonious sound of his mother language slipping like honey from your tongue, foreign to your lips yet dulcet all the same. Your bonniness beaconed him forward, a heat flowering in his once cavernous chest as he captured your lips, which were as soft as the powdered snow that glinted on your skin. His heavy breath tickled your nose, which crinkled in tandem with your eyes as you drew him in for another. Words became meaningless, his skin seared like static as your arms drew him closer, skin scorched from the cold of your hands against the nape of his neck.

He tucked your hair behind your ear, ensuring that your empyreal features weren't veiled further as flakes of snow flurried once more, your parted lips and shallow breath leaving him in a helpless state of complete limerence. He stirred as his hand brushed against your pulse, your own heart racing concertly with his.

You parted in bittersweet bliss, yearning imbued in your bones as your hands drifted towards one another to intertwine. His forehead rested against yours, your shared breath permeating in spirals within the open air as he peered into your hazy, glossed-over eyes.

His hand cupped your cheek, the frame to a divine masterpiece. "Ты согреваешь мою душу, мое нежное солнышко. Твоя красота вне всякого сравнения; твой разум безупречен." He had never looked at anyone like this before, his ire thawed by the brilliance of your tender gaze as if he had melted. "Я бесконечно благодарен, что Бог привел тебя ко мне."

And you laughed. "You know I don't understand anything you're saying, right?"

He kissed your forehead, concealing his smile as his lips pressed against your skin. "You will one day, солнышко. You will."

любимая = darling милая = dear федя = fedya ты согреваешь мою душу, мое нежное солнышко. твоя красота вне всякого сравнения; твой разум безупречен = you warm my soul, my gentle sun. your beauty is beyond comparison; your mind is beyond flaw. я бесконечно благодарен, что бог привел тебя ко мне = i am eternally grateful that god brought you to me. солнышко = sunshine

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seenoversundown · 2 months

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Siren

Jake x Fem OC (AU)

Warnings: 18+ Smut (Minors DNI) Soft Dom (M) edging, teasing (flirting way not bullying) Hand kink, Oral (M receiving) , Penetrative sex, Cursing, Fingering (F receiving), Cute fluff and silly jokes at odd times.

Word Count: 4.2k

Author’s Note: I love these two so much 😭 Once I had the thought for them, I had to write it 🩷

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Siren (noun) 1. any of a group of female and partly human creatures in Greek mythology that lured mariners to destruction by their singing

Charlotte POV

Opening the doors to the bar, I take a quick scan to see who else is working. Seeing that my favorite spot at the bar was open, I swiftly made my way over to claim it as mine once again. Where is he? Nobody is behind the bar at the moment, but I can hear movement out back.

“Helloooo, my dear!” Josh’s voice rings down the hall.

“Oh, hi Josh, how are you?”

“Great now that you’re here,” he starts, which seems charming to most. Still, I know what that means, “I should be off momentarily. Well, as soon as my wonderful brother finally shows up,” he says with a complacent smile plastered on his face.

“What are you and Quinn doing for the evening?” I ask.

“I let Quinn decide because I got my gift this morning,” he tells me, followed by a wink.

Oh my god, Joshua, what the hell.

I slowly blink at him before I respond, “That’s great, Josh. I’m so happy for you.” If I didn’t have my makeup done right now, I would be rubbing my eyes until I saw stars. I never needed that image in my head.

The door chimes ring, causing us both to look over. Mmm, there he is. Jacob saunters over to me; his eyes always seem to find me when he enters a room. In his usual button-up, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, only the bottom half of the buttons were actually done. I love the way he’s so comfortable having his chest exposed, and maybe it’s selfish because I daydream about curling up with him every night.

“Hi,” his tiny, raspy voice mumbles. His hand gently cups my jaw as he places a sweet kiss on my lips, followed by a few little pecks.

“Hi,” I manage to squeeze out in between kisses, “I missed you,” I can feel his smile through the kiss. I’ll never get over that, before pulling back and running his hand down the back of my head.

“I always miss you, honey,” he says, rounding the corner behind the bar. “Did you not order anything yet?”

I simply shake my head ‘No.’

“I was waiting for you to make it.” Resting my chin into my hand, I watch his eyes light up. His hand gesturing for me to wait a minute, he quickly puts a drink together for me.

“A Boulevardier for you, m’lady,” the English accent he loves coming through.

“What’s the occasion?” I ask, my eyebrow-raising out of skepticism.

He shrugs as he backs away to take care of other customers who just sat down. Knowing him, he probably feels terrible that he has to work today. I can’t really say much, I have been working all week, and this is quite honestly the earliest I’ve been off.

I will gladly sit here all night, though. I may have a little surprise of my own... Even though Valentine’s Day is overrated? Hush, I know it’s silly, but a girl can have fun sometimes, okay? Ever since I met Jacob, he’s been an easy target. That sounds mean.. I just mean he’s still a man. Sometimes, I take advantage of that, and honestly, it benefits us both.

Watching him work is practically a hobby of mine at this point, anyway. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of it, his hands, his hands, his hands. The way he has gotten so confident in making drinks and talking to customers, it’s been like night and day since I first came in. He can quickly pour drinks without having to measure, and seeing him shaking drinks is… I’m better than no woman, alright? He’s so fine, and watching his arm muscles flex. GOD. This may be a more potent drink than usual.

“I’m sorry, this is how we have to spend Valentine’s together,” he finally admits. And the truth comes out, about time, Jacob.

“No, it’s okay, really.”

“No, no, I’ll make it up to you,” he says softly, reaching over to grab one of my hands, “I promise,” finishing with a little wink as he runs his thumb over the back of my hand. He promises?

“And how are you going to do that?” I can’t help but ask. I have been spending too much time around Josh, and now, I’m way too nosy for my own good.

“I have some ideas,” he says quietly, “I think you’ll enjoy them.”

“I guess we’ll see,” I tell him, the smile pulling at the corners of my mouth. How is he real?

“Did you make my drink stronger tonight, or is it just made with extra love?” I ask, knowing it’s a bit cheesy, but Jacob is a sucker for romantic things.

“You think I’m just trying to get you drunk?” He cocks an eyebrow, “Because you may be onto my plan.” Slapping my hand over my mouth, I can’t stop the giggle from escaping.

“Jacob!”

He leans over the bar slightly, gesturing for me to come closer. I stand on the little footrest bar of the barstool, leaning over the bar to meet him in the middle.

“Can’t wait to hear you yelling that later,” he whispers quickly before turning to press a kiss on my cheek. JACOB– Two can play this game.

My jaw going slack; I don’t even know what to say to him. My lack of response to him elicits the most beautiful smile from him. Nothing makes my heart swell more than seeing that boy smile. I watch as he turns, hearing his name called from the other end of the bar. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

The bar gets more crowded now that the night has gone on; every seat at the bar is filled. I’ve had the pleasure of not having to ask for refills but receiving them, along with a few saucy glances from the most delicious bartender I’ve met.

I tap on my phone to scroll through any notifications when the idea hits me. I click on my messages, seeing his cute little face pinned to the top.

Me: Maybe I am sad that we’re here on Valentine's Day.. 🥺

I hit send and then wait for him to look at his phone. Please, please, please. He slides it out of his back pocket and unlocks it. Glancing over to me, giving me a little frown before quickly typing away.

Jacob ❤️: i’m sorry honey, just a little longer then I’m all yours.

‘I’m all yours’ making my heart flutter. Jacob is the most wonderful person I’ve ever encountered, and somehow, he’s mine.

I need to pee. I wave him down and point to the bathrooms, knowing he’ll ensure nobody takes my seat. I scroll through my emails as I walk down the hall into the bathroom, managing to catch one of them as someone is coming out. I glance at myself in the mirror as I walk in, and suddenly the lightbulb goes off. Mmmm yes.

I look in the mirror, fix my hair, and check to make sure my lipstick isn’t all over the place. I open the camera on my phone, facing the mirror, and pull up one side of my sweater dress. Revealing the black lace garter snug against my thigh, knowing it would drive him crazy. Taking the picture, a slight pout on my face; he best think I’m hot. Tugging my dress back down into place and locking my phone, I head back to the bar.

Sliding into my seat, he’s already clocked me being back. It’s cute how fast he’ll catch me. Noticing that my drink is full and fresh, I go to take a sip of it, but as I lift the glass, I see there’s writing on the napkin.

‘You look beautiful, I can’t wait to get you home’ is scribbled across the top. I feel the heat rush into my cheeks about as quickly as my thighs tighten while I read it. 11:15 p.m. stares back at me, thank god the bar is closing early tonight I don’t know how much longer I can do this. I click on his messages again, choosing the picture I just took and hitting send.

This is my favorite part. I sip on my drink for a few minutes before he finally reaches for his phone. Leaning against the back counter, I see him tap on his messages. Oops, is all that runs through my mind as I watch his entire face turn red. Looking up at the ceiling for a second and then back at his phone, zooming in and pulling his phone closer to his face to see my little present better.

Jacob ❤️: holy shit

Jacob ❤️: FOR ME?

Jacob ❤️: i need to thank everything and anything in the sky for letting you be mine. But really, youre so hot??? I’m so lucky?

I love when he’s flustered. Who am I? I love him always. Flustered is just a cute bonus.

Me: only 30 more minutes baby 🤭

The way he drops his head back when he’s struggling makes me giggle. The next thirty minutes need to fly by, or I think one of us may explode. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

The moment the last customer walks out of the bar, Jake is right behind them to lock the doors. Shutting all the lights off in the front in one go before coming over to me.

“You ready to go?” practically falls out of his mouth. I look around, you’re not clocked in right now, and look back at him.

“Don’t you need to clean?”

“It can wait,” he says, pulling me closer to him, “You’re more important.”

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press my body against his.

“Baaaaby,” I coo into the crook of his neck. Feeling his hands run down my back and landing on my waist, he gently squeezes. He lets out a small ‘mmm’ that radiates through his chest.

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” he says, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.

I grab my bag from the barstool, and Jacob already has my hand in his, pulling me down the hall.

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Walking into the apartment, it’s dark, and no signs of life.

“Josh?” Jake says, flipping on the lights in the kitchen, “Bub, are you home?” He walks over, gently cracking Josh’s bedroom door to see that it’s empty. Thank god.

“He must be at Quinn’s,” I whisper, “He said something about he let them choose tonight’s activities because he already got his gift.”

I giggle as Jake shudders, “Hun, you don’t have to tell me everything he says to you.”

“I had to hear it, so you also have to,” I giggle as he comes closer. “Plus, he’s YOUR brother, so.. it’s only fair.”

“I’ll let it slide this time,” he says, glancing down at my lips before making eye contact, “but only because I’m very interested in this surprise you have for me.”

Grabbing his shirt and pulling him close, I take a second to admire him. I lean in, placing the tiniest kiss on the tip of his nose. Then, moving down to kiss the corners of his lips, oh, his lips. Seeing the little smirk creep up as I linger over his mouth, I love to tease him and see how long I can stay just a whisper above before he breaks. Tonight didn’t take long before he leaned into the kiss, feeling his soft lips press against my bottom one. Sliding my hands up, holding the nape of his neck as he gently nips at me.

His hands glide from my waist down to my thighs, grabbing behind my knees to pick me up. Instinctively, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Let’s go, Captain,” I whisper into his ear, eliciting the most delicious groan from him. He picked up his pace to the bedroom as I pressed a kiss just under his ear, letting lip prints trail down his neck.

Pushing the door open with his foot, he spins us around so he can sit on the edge of the bed with me on his lap. Sliding my dress up my thighs, revealing that black lace I’ve been taunting him with.

“You really do love me huh?” He says, pulling back to look at me, his teeth on full display. I only reply with a quiet ‘mhm’ as I bring my hands back down to his chest, unable to keep eye contact when his mouth looks like that.

Pushing his chest gently so he’ll lay back on his bed, I hover over him just for a second before he pulls me in for a kiss. This one was more desperate, practically whimpering into my mouth. Fuck me. His hands find the bottom hem of my dress, sliding it up and over my ass, the cool air drawing goosebumps to my skin. He grabs a handful while the other hand slides up to cradle my back.

Swiftly flipping us over, he hovered over me with a devious grin on his face. He props himself up onto a knee, looking down to see the bottom of my lingerie on display.

“Fuck me,” he mutters, sliding my dress higher as I arch my back to help him.

“I’ve been trying,” I quip back, leaning up on my elbows. The look on his face is priceless, his jaw slacked and eyes hooded. I pull my dress over my head carefully and run my hands through my hair quickly.

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

YES. I nod rapidly, reaching my hands out for the bottom of his shirt, lifting it just enough that I can barely see the small trail of fine hair. His hands find mine, gently pinning them above me.

“Mm mm,” he murmurs into my ear, sending a chill through my body, “You need to tell me what you want from me, hun.”

What. “I uhh—“ I hesitate, distracted by how I can see down his shirt, watching his stomach muscles tense slightly.

He’s staring at me with that one eyebrow cocked and a little smug smirk, holding both of my hands with one of his.

“Use your words, tell me,” his hand finds a place on the nape of my neck, as his thumb runs across my cheekbone, “I know you’re thinking it; just say it.” His voice switched to a whisper, causing goosebumps to creep in rapidly.

Touch me, please. For the love of GOD, Jacob.

“I need you,” I finally squeak out.

He laughs softly to himself, “Do you want me to..” his voice trailing off as his hand slides down to my chest, gently resting on my sternum. Without having to do anything, I can feel my nipples start to harden; I swear his eyes light up at the sight. Quickly palming one of my breasts, he dances his index finger around me, and I’m already squirming. A small moan slips out, getting his attention.

“Is this what you wanted?”

“Please, Jacob,” I softly whine, his hand wandering to my other breast.

The smile on his face is taunting me. He knows exactly where I want him. If he weren’t sitting between my legs, oh god, my legs would be tightly together.

“Touch me,” laced with a moan, falls from my lips, “Please, Jake.”

Letting go of my hands, he finds both of his sliding down my waist and holding onto my thighs, gently squeezing them. Fuck. Slowly moving them up, barely touching the lace fabric, my hips shift, trying to find relief.

“Oh,” he says lowly, “This is what you want?” He ever so lightly drags a single finger down my lace-covered middle; I can’t stop the breathy moan coming from me.

“More baby,” comes out whinier than expected, “please please please more.”

“How could I ever say no to you?” His soft voice, wrapped in the most sultry tone, already has me in a chokehold when he dips his hand under the lace fabric. His fingers quickly find the perfect spot, making small circles on my touch-starved bud. The sounds pouring out of my mouth at this point are absurd.

He slides his other hand up my thigh, his index finger gently dipping into me, not far but enough to elicit a small gasp from me. The way this man can have me drenched at the lightest touch is insane.

I watch as he pulls his hand up, placing that same index finger into his mouth and slowly pulling it back out. FUCK he’s hot.

“My sweet girl,” he says, reaching up to caress my cheek for a moment before he taps my bottom lip, “let me—“ My mouth couldn’t open fast enough, he slides his middle and ring finger in and without hesitation I’m already swirling my tongue around them, hearing him moan quietly at the feeling.

He pulls his hand slowly back but swiftly, finding my entrance and pushing them in.

“Shit,” I mumble.

Finding the right spot, he continues pressing into it, making that knot in my stomach tighter.

“Come on, honey,” his voice makes everything even more overwhelming. “Need to hear how good you feel.”

That pushes me over the edge, my back arching as I’m overcome with pleasure. A slew of ‘oh my god’s and ‘Jacob’ loudly escape my body. He slows down but still applies pressure as I come down.

I reach my arms out to him, pulling him down on top of me, wrapping all my limbs around him. Turning my face into the crook of his neck, pressing little kisses all over him.

“Feel good?” he mumbles into me.

“Mhmm,” I hum against his warm skin, “It’s your turn,” Feeling his chest vibrate with a laugh, I hold him tighter against me.

As he starts to sit up, I let go, missing his warmth already. We switch places; he’s sat up against the headboard. I immediately crawl up in between his legs, wasting no time as I unbutton the rest of his shirt, pushing it out of the way. Kissing my way down from his jaw to his collarbones, finding that slight dip in the middle of his chest. His hands make their way into my hair, brushing it away from my face as I press my lips into his soft skin just above his hips.

Unbuttoning his pants alone makes him groan; his dick pressed tightly under the waistband, poor thing. Pushing them down with his boxers, my mouth is watering at the sight alone. Lightly tracing my finger up his length before fully wrapping my hand around him, carefully stroking him before wrapping my lips around him, and letting my tongue dance around him. Slowly taking more of him into my mouth, I glance up through my lashes to see his head tilted back against the headboard. Peering down at me, his mouth is barely open, but enough that his moans ring through my ears. I move up slowly and back down, going further so he’ll keep making those beautiful noises. As my nose just touches his stomach, I moan a little, causing his hands to tighten their grip on my hair.

I come up, still working him with my hand as I line myself up with him. He slides the lace over as I lower myself onto him, his hands finding their place on my hips as I adjust to the feeling.

“You feel so good,” he mumbles out, clearly focusing hard as his eyes shut softly. I roll my hips forward as he hits that spot again; oh god. Lifting my hips and dropping back down carefully, everything feels good.

“Oh,” I let out, as he starts thrusting his hips up into me, slowly at first but building up speed.

“Oh my god, baby,” I can’t hold back the moans anymore as he’s hitting the right spots, “Holy shit.”

“Stand up for me,” he says as he slows his hips down.

My legs shake as I lift myself off of him, stepping off the bed as he quickly follows behind. His hands snake around me, pressing his chest against my back, peppering kisses down my neck onto my shoulder.

“I’ve been thinking about bending you over all night,” he tells me softly, “can you do that for me, beautiful?” I don’t answer him, turning and pressing a kiss against his cheekbone and then leaning down and stretching my arms out.

His hands graze my ass as he steps closer; I can’t help but wiggle myself against him, teasing him until his palm swats at me with a small clap.

“Mmm, have I been bad, Captain?” I turn my head to see him from the corner of my eye, trying not to giggle at how ridiculous that sounds.

His head falls backward as he lets out a belly laugh. He leans over me and presses a kiss in between my shoulder blades.

“Soooo bad,” he says with a wink.

He lines himself up with me, gently pushing himself in, and god is it good. Feeling his hipbones pressed against me before he starts pumping himself into me. This angle is probably my favorite, feeling so full from him and it’s hitting all the right places.

“Harder, baby,” comes out a bit louder than before, with a loud moan right behind it. His hand sneaks around me, going back to its rightful place in between my legs and adding some friction to my throbbing clit. The sensation of his hand mixed with the feeling of him behind me. I swear I’m in heaven.

“Don’t hold back, honey,” he tells me. “Told you I wanted to hear you scream my name tonight, let it out.”

‘Oh my god,’ slips out as the tension builds again. I’m so close.

“Need to feel you come for me.”

His voice, mixed with his hand and his hips digging into my ass, sent me over the edge. I can’t refrain from the loud ‘Jacob’ that comes out of me as my orgasm tingles through my body. His hips slow a bit as he rubs my sides, waiting for me to come back to earth.

“God, you’re so hot,” he whispers, making us both giggle for a second. “This isn't gonna last much longer, hun.”

I reach back and tap his leg so he’ll step back, pulling out slowly. I push myself up from the bed, turning to face him and sinking to my knees. Wrapping my hand around him and pumping a few times before I lick a stripe up the length of him. Letting him slide into my mouth, I tap on his hip twice, and he starts to thrust gently. He carefully gathers all my hair, wrapping his around his hand and holding the back of my head.

“I’m gonna-” he starts, and before he can finish, I bob my head so he goes deeper. The delicious moan he lets out fills my ears before I feel his release. His head falls back as he rides out his high. I swallow as he pulls back, letting my hands glide up his stomach, enjoying the bliss on his face before he opens his eyes.

His hands grab mine and pull me up to my feet. Quickly grabbing the sides of my face, giving my lips a quick glance before smiling into me. His soft lips pressed into mine, taking turns trying not to smile, giggling at each other as he peppered my face with tiny pecks.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

My legs are tired as I walk into the living room and find Jacob sitting on the couch watching whatever Hallmark movie is on the TV. I shouldn’t be drooling over him already, but when he’s just there with no shirt and in his sweatpants, I can’t help myself. I can’t believe he’s MINE.

“Hi there,” he says, reaching out for me. “Feel better?” As I’m crawling into his lap.

“Much better. The shower was needed after all of that.”

Wrapping his arms around me as I curl up like a kitten on top of him, this is my favorite place to be. I tuck my face into his neck, enjoying the warmth of his skin. Quietly toying with his necklace, fixing the chain so the clasp is in the right spot. We sit in the quiet, the background noise of the cheesy romance on the TV keeping it from being silent.

“Are you hungry?” he whispers.

“I’m starving, actually,” I giggle back.

“Thank god,” the relief evident in his tone, “I’ll make us something quickly.”

“Jacob,” I glance at the clock, “It’s almost 2 a.m.”

“Already back to my full name?” he asks, raising his eyebrow. My mouth falls open; I tend to full-name him, but honestly, I just love it.

“You know what,” I start, holding eye contact with him, “Carry on. Thank you, baby.” There’s that smile.

“I could just call you Captain,” I tease, giggling as he turns around.

Pointing at me with a wooden spoon, “Don’t start something you’re not gonna finish, hun.”

Standing up from the couch, I make my way over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and leaning my face against his back as he cooks. Fiddling with the waistband of his sweatpants until he grabs my hand.

“Alright now,” he mumbles, “what did I just tell you?” his laugh vibrates through his body.

“And who said I can’t finish it?”

He turns around promptly, that devilish smirk creeping back onto his face, “care to try your luck?”

“Whenever you want, Captain.”

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ilivelikeimtrying · 6 months

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Headcanon that Ballister having the worst pick up lines (like he has really bad dad jokes) will always be funny to me because that means he could literally tell Ambrosius the most terrible fucking line ever and he'll fall for it every time because he is so gone for this man and if you add that to different AU's it gets even funnier like, for example:

Greek Mythology Persephone Ambrosius and Hades Ballister AU

Ambrosius: Yeah, and I grow all the plants at home too, the whole place is covered in fauna.

Ballister: Damn, the air at your place must be mad crisp.

Ambrosius: ....

Ballister: ....

Ballister leaving his place with his number and a date: .... I can't believe that actually worked.

#nimona #ambrosius #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister #ballister boldheart #goldenheart #ambrosius x ballister #ballister x ambrosius #gods no one plays with how much of a fucking simp Ambrosius is #he's so gone for this man

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alatismeni-theitsa · 5 months

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I'm not sure how much you keep up with Percy Jackson and its spin-offs, personally I like the series, but my G-d it is NOT an accurate portrayal of Greek mythology whatsoever, as I'm sure you're aware! Did you know that Rick Riordan set it in the USA because of how great western civilization is and how Western countries are more relevant to modern society? I'm not even joking or exaggerating.

Honestly, I do think that putting the gods in US America can be justified for the right reasons. I don't think there's anything inherently offensive about the Underworld being under LA or Olympus being above NYC. Especially with the demigod camp being on Long Island, like, okay, you wanna keep the gods close by. It's a story about an American middle-school boy, so yeah, it'll be very American. That's fair.

But the reason the author gives for it is so offensive! If this was a story about, say, the Egyptian gods, more people would understand why "west is best" is an offensive thing to say, but I guess it doesn't matter when the gods/culture being adapted is white passing enough or whatever the fuck.

(Tbfh even if he'd said that about, say, the Norse gods, or something else that is undeniably white, it'd still be disrespectful as hell. America-centricism is so fucking exhausting!)

It's actually disappointing bc, even though the books aren't true to Greek myth (don't even get me started on how badly they portray Hades and literally blame him for WWII and imply Hitler is his son), they've gotten so many kids interested in greek mythology. Oh sure, there's some weirdos who read the books and claim to worship whoever their "godly parent" would be, but there's even more people who truly got so much knowledge and respect for actual mythology from the books! And as terrible as the Greek representation is, the other representation is done really well, especially in neurodivergency/disability. I obviously wish he'd handled race/ethnicity (and religion) better, but for all the 'offensive' stuff that exists in the books there's also so many great things. So many different portrayals of love and friendship and bravery.

It's honestly no wonder the books are still a comfort series even for those who have outgrown them, and it makes the offensive stuff even worse, almost like a betrayal in some way. It's not like Rick Riordan is going out of his way to be a fatphobic antisemitic TERF like some other YA fantasy authors out there. He's someone who seems to actually care about representation in his work, which makes it all the times more hurtful when he *doesn't* care or when he writes stuff like that.

ooooh yeaah I unfortunately know all this and have posted about this 4-5 times already 😂 An extremely imperialistic view, this author has. But in this USAmericanized world, people need to do some deconstruction to see the fucked up aspects of these books. I wouldn't be opposed to seeing the Greek gods in other countries in general but the reason they went to the US is very problematic - and I don't throw this word around easily.

As you said the series has good stuff too and it has brought joy to many kids worldwide (me included), so anyone who likes PJO don't think that I'm shitting on it too much 😄 But there are definitely some things to be addressed there and that we should discuss. Like how the attitude of the writer only continued the sense of entitlement and ownership the West has over Greek figures. And because Riordan usually cares, it's sad that he let his cultural biases define his most popular series.

#anti pjo #anti rick riordan #not really a huge anti but I have to find this stuff somehow :p #tagging system and stuff #answered #greek speaks

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I think in a way all the main characters from the secret history have a greek god equivalent which such a powerful meta-narrative created by Donna Tartt.

Julian of course is Zeus; all powerful, untouchable and superficially the bestower of justice. All the characters look up to him as the great father (like how Zeus was)....until we realise he's actually just a coward who wants to save his own skin (even the most casual greek mythology reader would know how terrible zeus truly is).

Henry is Dionysus; tragic back-story, favourite of Julian, attractive and a natural leader. His obsession with the bacchanal (from all the six, he was the one most driven to do this) also makes sense then -- despite the 'order' that surrounds him, he is intrinsically drawn to chaos.

Charles is Apollo; likeable, brilliant but once you peel back his carefully crafted exterior, he is just as ruthless as the rest of the six. Camilla, his twin sister would be Artemis; untouchable (she also remains single throughout the book despite everyone being in love with her), clever and beautiful.

Francis I see as Hermes...god of messages (he's the only one who really stays in touch with Richard and keeps the group together at the end), travel and boundaries (with his home being like the 'safe place' for the entire group). Hermes is also the god of tricksters...while Francis doesn't play any practical jokes, Richard is constantly deceived by him (until he comes to realise that Francis is really no better than the rest of the group).

Now this one is a bit of a curve-ball but I personally see Bunny as Prometheus. You know, the titan who was favoured by Zeus until he gave the mortals fire and then was cursed to eternal damnation? While Bunny isn't quite as sacrificial, his realisation of the murder is the first straw in the group's elaborate lies coming undone (the way that Prometheus's sacrifice allowed the humans to gain some level of power against the gods).

I think that Richard then fits Ariadne. A minor goddess who as a mortal (mortal signifying the characters not related to the ancient greek class) is betrayed by the people who love her and then dumped on Dionysus' shore (remember Henry taking Richard to hospital that winter?). She falls for Dionysus (okay maybe this is a little bit self-indulgent...Richard/Henry <3) and the freedom she gains from being around with him (like how Richard tries to escape his childhood and has an obsession with beauty). Eventually, her downfall is through trusting the freedom that Dionysus gave her (the way that Henry plans to pin the blame on Richard during the end of the book)...quite similar to how the book doesn't end happily for any of the characters.

Also Judy Poovey is Aphrodite for absolutely no reason except that she's stunning....

Isn't it ironic how out of all of them, only Bunny and Richard aren't olympian gods?

Every time that I think I'm over this book I discover another thread....

#writblr #writers on tumblr #the secret history #richard papen #henry winter #bunny corcoran #camilla macaulay #charles macaulay #francis abernathy #julian #judy poovey

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utilitycaster · 5 months

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Hi, first religion anon (NOT the same as the second religion anon). My main complaints are with TUC (mostly s1 but the ‘Jesus is real’ thing in s2 really bothered me) and the way that Laudna and a few other characters engage with the gods on CR. I have 0 complaints with Sam, I think his engagements with religion as both Scanlan and FCG are fascinating. I think things like ACOC and Kristen on D20 are done fine, but when they move outside of Christian allegories they tend to stumble. I know Brennan and Ally have philosophy backgrounds and Emily has a religious studies background, but frankly I’m not super confident in American universities’ ability to make people deconstruct Christian hegemony, and things like Emily using the phrase “Judeo-Christian” aren’t super encouraging to me.

thanks for clarifying, I was wondering about the second anon bc I was like "the first anon came in being fairly normal even if I don't agree and this feels...bad and also just a hunch but it feels like it's coming from a Cultural Christian who is not American. (also I did get your follow up question and I want to answer that one separately bc I think it's a good but separate point).

I know it's not terribly popular to say but being weird about the term "Judeo-Christian" feels like one of those things that Jumblr and other people in Jewish Millennial/Gen Z spaces online made a big deal about and I'm like "uhhhhh this was a thing my actual Jewish middle school teachers said sometimes; it's not the best term, no, but it was the go-to term in a lot of contexts until quite recently to the point that yeah, Emily going to school in the 2000s would probably hear it even from Jewish profs, and so it's not so much a red flag as a sign that she graduated before 2010."

I also honestly don't mind Jesus being real in TUC 2; at some point if you've decided all other mythology is real why not Christian religion. It feels, in a way, far more Christian-centric to treat Christianity as something that cannot be incorporated, as too real, as compared to say, Norse or Greek myths or Golems.

I will say that I agree that Ally and Marisha do tend to be a bit more limited in how they engage; I actually don't mind Laudna's frustrations with the gods from a "I think this comes from Marisha's personal feelings" perspective more so than a "could we...actually explore this as a throughline rather than a bunch of random-ass statements." I do think that Ally does tend to pull from their own experience; understandably so, but yes, it's very different than my experience as someone not raised Christian let alone strictly so.

I guess, and this might just be difficult to do as an anon ask thing, that I am looking at this very holistically. I am looking far more at what the GM is doing than an individual player, and I haven't had issues with Matt, Brennan, Murph, or Aabria's portrayal of divine forces. I find that Worlds Beyond Number has been explicitly very not Christian (and indeed, heavily influenced by Shintoism and pre-Christian Irish religion) in how the spirits are portrayed, and while I think Matt does tend to draw a lot from Catholic architecture and imagery and vibes, the way the gods engage with the players does not feel exclusively Christian (notably in Campaign 2; none of Fjord, Caduceus, Yasha, nor Jester's experience feel inherently cultural Christian beyond the fact that Travis mentions he doesn't feel like he can connect with the Luxon because 'it's a shape'). So it means I'm not looking to Ally for example for an exploration of religion that is as accessible to me, but I do find that actual play on the whole feels fine. I find a lot of the claims do feel like they get really hung up on specific details (eg: the Santa jokes in Chetney's backstory) instead of the overall feeling (eg: the fact that many of the deities have a very open, fluid, and at times intellectual form of engagement; the fact that the general message is that suffering is not purifying but rather simply sucks; Melora death domain traditions and especially Caduceus's philosophy which is very much outside American Protestantism; the polytheistic society of Vasselheim.)

#answered #Anonymous #cr tag

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yallemagne · 17 days

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This year, I'm not doing Dr*cula D*ily

Or any other substack but DD is the biggest. I have numerous reasons for this decision that none of y'all are gonna particularly care for, but ya know, just so we got our expectations in order: I'm not gonna participate in DD this year (maybe never again), I'm probably not gonna reblog many posts related to it (doing so would be counterintuitive), but I am holding myself to finishing Orice (at LEAST the base fic).

Now, why?

TL;DR: Mental health crisis brought on by internet harassment and overprioritizing social media. It's not fun anymore, folks.

DD just... it completely ruined the novel for me.

It was a nice phenomenon, but it took a wrecking ball to my mental health and self-worth. Now, I'm not saying DD's creator personally did something to spite me (or maybe I am, he knows what he did /j), but this whole thing? It wasn't good for me. It was never good. It was sometimes fun, but most of the time it made me want to end it because of thumblr notes.

That's fucking stupid. My life is not worth internet validation. My art is not worthless just because my numbers are not as big as the biggest big shots in the fandom. I'm not a horrible person when other people handle personal disagreements regarding headcanon with defaming rumours and impersonation. But hell! My view of reality was horribly skewed.

A while back, I unfollowed all the gothlit tags I previously followed because 1) Some people (active and popular members of the fandom, mind you, not bots or trolls) were posting honest-to-god name-dropping harassment in the tag because "it's a popular tag so more people will see my callout post" and 2) I reached a point where seeing anything related to the novel on my dash just set me off. It didn't even need to be drama-related anymore. Mentions of the characters, mentions of popular AUs, just the very content of this book became triggering to me, and I really didn't miss the content when it was gone, as sad as that is.

And the kicker? I've come to realize that I probably dislike more things about the novel than I actually like about it. Not only is it tied to some of my darkest moments in recent memory, but it's also just... a book with many flaws that I could go on and on and on about. Sometimes, it straight-up made me furious, like seething mad, and I think I'd rather just be happy. But even when I would try to channel that energy into being happy, I always felt I had to over-clarify or else I’d get bombarded with anonymous messages. If you’ve seen any of my posts from during that time… chances are there is a passive aggressive “btw people can have opposing opinions from you about an old book and it doesn’t give you leave to stone them” or several tags of “#this is a joke #a jooooooke #for the love of god #if y’all don’t stop”. I bet it was as annoying for y’all as it was for me.

P.S. Mutuals/friends, do not worry. Y'all keep doing y'all. I can and will block tags if seeing your posts triggers me. So, I suppose my only request is to properly tag, but I've been saying that from the very start.

I just want to move on to other things.

I took a break for Lent. I needed it terribly. And... not gonna lie? I almost didn't want to return. I never got an itching to just log on and "check in". I very successfully avoided tumb altogether. I came back because "I gotta come back eventually" and also like, this is my main hub where I update when I've written a fic, and ya know... I'm not gonna let toxic fandom bs rule my shit.

During my break, I got back into gaming. More specifically, I started playing Hades again. And listening to Epic the Musical. Aaaand boyyy did that bring me back to my Greek mythology phase. I have a Greek mythos/Hades sideblog btw: @areopagusimp. It's cringe, if you can't tell by the blog name.

Back when I was into Hades game and general Greek mythos, my expectations were so much smaller, but yet, my goals and will to create seemed so much bigger. I made art that no one gave a single solitary shit about (except for my friend), but I was happy. Maybe I'm wearing rose-tinted glasses, but... even if I wasn't as happy then as I remember being... haha at least I wasn't receiving threats and insults in my inbox back then :))). That was the most fun thing about the gothlit fandom. I hope every single chickenhearted angry anon is proud of their behaviour.

But yeah, whatever I end up doing, I’m striving to not let it run me into the ground.

But... What do I do now?

I have so many WIPs (art and writing) for the novel, and it's very disappointing that I didn't get to finish them before it all turned sour. Hopefully, I can still finish them, it just won't be with the same distress I worked with before. Hopefully, I can post that stuff and fully manage my expectations, not crash and burn when only a few people like it. Because hell! A few people liking my stuff? That's amazing, really. I shouldn't take that for granted. At the same time, I'm setting a boundary for myself. Placing my self-worth into the hands of people who I don't know, who don't know me, and who aren't even paying for the art? I need to stop that. Who the hell is that gonna serve? Absolutely no one.

My number one goal is to finish Orice. It is somehow untouched by my aversion to the novel; it is my safe space. I want to honour it and honour the longtime readers who have stuck with me. It's gonna be hard, but it's gonna be worth it for me.

This feels attention-seeking, and it kinda is. I'm not tagging the main subject and I'm not allowing reblogs because I want this to stay isolated (and hopefully prevent backlash/misunderstandings), but ya know, no matter how much I try to keep this small, I'm still posting it online. But I just feel like I needed to get this off my chest. I don't really owe everyone an explanation, but I want there to be one for my own sake... also it's much easier to generalize and make a post than contact each of my friends/mutuals on here and unload stuff onto them that I'm not sure is too personal or not.

For those of you who are reading: I love y'all. I love the good people I've met through all this mess. I want to keep the good apples, not throw out the whole harvest, alright? Dunno how much you'll care for my art when the subject is different, but... eh. If y'all are willing to try?

#i'm writing this in march #dunno when it will be posted #update

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kittyofalltrades · 1 year

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Cute Aggression (Steven's POV)

Steven learns about cute aggression....

Words: 551

Warnings: None it's fluff

Beta: myself...I can't spell lol

After a long week of work, Steven finally had a day to spend with you uninterrupted. And you both lay in his bed, while he held you close in the warm circle of his arm, while he talked to you about the latest book he’d read. A book about how the Greeks and the Romans weren’t different aspects of each other, but the same entities perceived differently.

Steven watched you as he talked. He loved how you looked at him sometimes. You looked at him like he mattered like he was the most important thing in your life. It made him feel special and more confident in who he was, that’s why he was okay with opening up to you about his interests. You only ever made him feel important and heard. His heart swelled with love for you while he talked.

“Lack of knowledge about Greek mythology will always be my Achilles elbow,” he joked with a bright smile. It was a terrible joke, but he hadn’t expected you to bite him for it. You nipped the skin of his shoulder and pulled away with a smile. Steven yelped in surprise, and his eyes widened. “What was that for?”

“Cute aggression,” you reply with a giggle.

Steven racked his brain for any mention of cute aggression and found himself lacking in that department. It seemed like something he should know but he furrowed his brow in confusion. He frowned at his lack of knowledge and just confronted the issue head on. “Darling, I do not know what cute aggression is or why it makes you bite,” Steven said.

“Cute aggression is superficially aggressive behavior caused by seeing something cute. In this case, you.”

Steven’s eyebrows knitted together in thought and confusion. You found him cute enough to bite him, and he had never experienced that before. He didn’t think he was that attractive and Marc would yell at him for it, but cute enough to bite? He didn’t even try to stop the smile from forming.

“You really thought I was cute enough for all of that?”

“Of course I’d do it more often if I could.”

That set Steven’s heart fluttering in his chest. You’d bite him for being cute more often? He was starting to think he’d never be happier than he was at this moment.

“So you bit me because I was cute. Does that mean I can bite you for being cute?” he asked as his smile widened.

When you nodded at him, Steven was filled with giddiness at the situation. He knew they weren’t quite the same as your spontaneous biting for him being cute but he was going to make the best of a fun situation. Steven tucked his head into your shoulder and nipped at a place similar to when you nipped before soothing it with a kiss in case he bit too hard. He repeated the steps across your collarbone and to your shoulder on each side, with smiles and giggles from you both.

“You’re just too cute. I might be at this all day,” he warned you with a sweet smile. He would gladly spend all day nipping and kissing at your skin if it made you smile and giggle for him. Maybe he could learn to get used to cute aggression.

#cute aggression #steven grant #steven grant fluff #moon knight #moon knight fanfic #steven grant fanfic #he is my sweet baby #i love him

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letmetellyouaboutmyfeels · 11 months

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Fanfic Update

OKAY PHEW NOW THAT'S OUT OF THE WAY...

WHAT is up with the fanfics?

A lot. A lot is up. Help.

While I did not expect to get sucked into a new ship (Xedgin), I knew at the start of the year that as I got my self-publishing off the ground I wouldn't have as much time for fanfic, but the hope is that now I will be able to finally finish these bad boys.

So, what exactly are these mysterious WIPs?

We have:

Buddie:

Monsterfucker PWP #1

Monsterfucker PWP #2

Oh no! My two angstiest fics had a horribly angsty child!

Hey does anyone remember my podcast episode with @burnthatbridge and I said there was a fic I wouldn't do... yeah about that...

What do Greek mythology and BDSM clubs have in common?

Uno Reverse Card

"I'm 10k into this fic and I don't think I can claim this is a joke anymore."

Xedgin:

Xenk and Edgin and the Terrible Horrible No-Good Very Bad Dungeon Crawl

Did Someone Say "Fake Dating?"

The second you tell Edgin he can't have something is the second he's gonna want it he's a thief what the hell were you thinking...

My DM is a Saint (Or: Mads Why are You Reading 'Dead in Thay' and Giggling?)

The plan is to publish the Xedgin fics ASAP, but the Buddie fics will all be unleashed in October, since they have a Halloween-esque theme to them in one way or another. I feel bad that everyone's going to wait almost a year for new Buddie fic from me, but I hope that Fractals from the Lightning Bolt have entertained you in the meantime, and seeing as at least three of my Buddie fics are headed for the 50k+ range at 100mph, I do hope the length will make up for it.

It's gonna be a hell of an October this year. Buckle up. ;)

#mads writes stuff #I have been truly dying to write my fics #but between work to make ends meet and all the stuff for my Patreon/self-publishing #I'm shocked I found the time for the two Xedgin fics I HAVE posted #but I've gotten the ball rolling and my hope is that I'll have more time now #especially if I get enough people on Patreon to make my self publishing 50-75% of my income #that's the hope/goal anyway #we can also blame my boss for jerking me the FUCK around for three months #but that's a story for another time

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prettyhighforawightguy · 5 months

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Bad Classics Jokes II

Q: Why did Alexander the Great raze the cities he did?

A: Well, one was a pack of Thebes, the other he was just Tyred of dealing with.

W: What's the name of the novel about the youth and exile of Sparta's greatest sculpture?

A: The agoge and the ekstasis.

Q: Why did Pericles ask that he no longer be depicted in sculpture?

A: He was worried he'd get a big head.

Q: How do we know that Old Persian used an inclusive rather than exclusive "or"?

A: Cyrus the Younger shouted, "Victory or death!"

Q: What do you call it when Minos shows you around his place?

A: A mini-tour

Q: What do you call it when Minos shows you all of the Cretan fish mosaics?

A: A minnow-tour

Q: What do you get when you put Pasiphae in Jurassic Park?

A: A Minosaur

Q: What do Minos and a quarantined Spanish lab have in common?

A: They both need a lab-rinthe

Q: What do Leonardo DiCaprio and Damocles have in common?

A: Don't Look Up

Q: What do the Sword of Damocles and I have in common?

A: We're both holding on by a thread

Q: How are the Sword of Damocles and I different?

A: The sword's thread is woolen, mine is hemp.

Q: When was Euripides' Phaethon first performed?

A: 420 (this isn't really a joke, more a funny coincidence #blazeit)

Q: What's the difference between Phaethon and Icarus?

A: One flew too close to the sun, the other flew the sun too close

Q: What's Atalanta's favorite party game?

A: Apples to Apples

#bad jokes #terrible puns #classics #mythology #ancient greece #greek mythology

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hd-junglebook · 2 months

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Edge of Exile

Part 7

With Clarke and Finn off to retrieve Abby from camp Jaha, you found yourself, Bellamy, Octavia, and Nyko alone at the dropship. The night had sapped your energy, leaving you in need of a moment of respite.

Stepping outside, you sought solace in the cool night air. A nearby log beckoned, and you sank onto it, letting out a sigh of relief.

Pulling your notebook from the bag Kane had given you, you flipped it open, the pages whispering softly in the quiet.

Charcoal in hand, you let your thoughts drift as you sketched, the rough paper accepting the strokes with ease.

A scene from memory emerged under your fingertips—the warmth of a campfire, the laughter of friends. Harper sat cross-legged by the fire, her laughter infectious as Miller pretended to scowl at her terrible joke.

The lines took shape, capturing the moment in all its fleeting beauty. With each stroke, you felt a sense of calm wash over you, the worries of the day momentarily forgotten.

"That's really good," Bellamy's voice broke the peaceful silence from behind you, and you glanced up to find him watching your sketch with a somber expression.

"Thanks," you replied softly, your fingers stilling on the page. "Helps keep the memories close, you know?"

"We'll get them back, somehow," he said, his voice tinged with determination.

You and Bellamy sat beneath the dazzling expanse of stars, leaving behind the chaos of the past two hours to simply breathe. "There's Monoceros," you said, pointing towards a constellation. "Named after the unicorn."

Bellamy grinned, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "My mom used to read Greek mythology stories to me at night. Perseus and Medusa were my favorite."

His expression softened with the memory. "It was the only thing that helped me sleep after... after my mother was floated." He faltered, pain flashing across his face.

"Tell me about her?" you asked gently, sensing his need to share.

Bellamy stared at the stars, his jaw tightening before he began haltingly. "She was fiercely passionate... she was just like Octavia. I got my temper from her, that's for sure."

"She made the choice to have Octavia because she couldn't give up that hope of something more. Even though it cost her in the end." His voice grew hoarse with emotion, and you moved closer, offering silent support.

He looked at your face, eyes glistening in the moonlight. "She would've liked you," he said thickly.

Your heart constricted at the intensity in his eyes. There was nothing you could say to ease this pain, but you hoped your presence could offer some small comfort.

"When this is all over... I hope you get the peace you deserve," you whispered.

His fingers grazed your cheek lightly, and you shivered but didn't pull away. The rest of the world fell away, and it was just the two of you, drawn together in this perfect, fragile moment.

His touch was gentle, but a voice echoed in your mind, a warning from Raven about getting too close to Bellamy, about the dangers of falling for someone who would leave you.

You hesitated, fear flickering in your heart.

If you crossed this line with Bellamy only to lose him... that would break you. The risk felt too great. There was so much uncertainty ahead. So you gently pulled back and offered a bittersweet smile. "We should go back inside. Clarke will be back soon."

…

Abby leaned back, her face grim as she stopped compressions on Lincoln’s still chest. “It’s been too long. I’m calling it.”

“Abby!” you cried out, your voice thick with desperation as you pushed past her aggressively, refusing to accept Lincoln’s fate.

Your hands moved with fierce determination as you began pumping his chest, the rhythm of your actions fueled by sheer willpower. Octavia wept inconsolably beside you, her grip tight on Lincoln’s limp hand. “Please don’t leave me...” she choked out.

“Come on, stay with us!” you pleaded under your breath, each compression a prayer for Lincoln's life.

The hatch flew open behind you, Lexa and Clarke rushed in. Lexa's gaze swept over the scene, fury igniting in her eyes at the sight of Lincoln no longer breathing and Abby standing defeatedly back. A moment of tense silence passed around the room before Lexa signaled to Indra.

“Indra, kill them all,” Lexa commanded, her voice cold and unforgiving.

The grounders snatched their swords, the metallic clang echoing ominously in the air as they prepared to carry out the order.

As Indra stepped forward menacingly, you abandoned CPR and grabbed the shock baton from Lincoln’s discarded gear, a desperate plan forming in your mind.

Clarke's eyes widened with fear, her silent plea to Bellamy her eyes telling Bellamy to pick up his rifle as she positioned herself between you and Indra.

“Let us help him, Commander. Please,” she implored, her voice thick with urgency.

“Enough!” Lexa finally commanded, her gaze shifting to you on the ground. “You lied, and you're out of time.”

Before anyone could react, you stabbed the baton to Lincoln’s chest and triggered a powerful jolt. His body convulsed violently, his back arching off the floor, but you held firm, determination etched in every line of your face. Clarke's voice pierced through the chaos, demanding you to do it again.

“Hit him again,” she urged, her eyes locking with yours.

You followed her orders without hesitation, pushing the baton onto his chest once more.

After a suspended moment that felt like an eternity, Lincoln gasped and sputtered back to life, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. Octavia cried out, flinging her arms around him in relief and disbelief.

Lowering the baton, you met Lexa’s livid gaze unflinchingly, your defiance hanging heavy in the air as the commander sheathed her sword, her fury momentarily quelled by the miracle before her.

…

With Lincoln revived and the immediate threat quelled, you and Clarke found yourselves walking side by side towards Lexa's tent.

"I can't believe you did that," Clarke said, her voice a mix of awe and concern.

"I couldn’t have done it without you.” You shrugged, offering Clarke a small smile in return. She didn't argue, knowing you were right. Instead, she changed the subject.

As you reached Lexa's tent, Clarke paused, her expression troubled. "I need to warn you about something. When Lexa and I met earlier, she seemed... interested in you."

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Me? Why?"

Clarke hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "I'm not sure. But she asked about you, your skills, your loyalty. She seemed intrigued."

You frowned, a sense of unease settling in the pit of your stomach. "What do you think she wants with me?"

"I don't know," Clarke admitted, her voice tinged with worry. "But be careful.

With a shared glance, you both entered Lexa's tent, the atmosphere shifted. The sandy ground beneath your feet muffled your steps, adding to the aura of solemnity that pervaded the space.

Lexa sat regally in one of the black chairs, her gaze steady and inscrutable as she watched you both approach.

"Commander," Clarke greeted respectfully, her voice carrying a hint of tension.

"Clarke," Lexa acknowledged, her tone neutral. Her eyes flickered briefly to you, a spark of curiosity igniting within them before returning to Clarke. "And you must be..."

"Y/n," you interjected, stepping forward to meet Lexa's gaze head-on. There was a moment of silence as you felt her assessing you, weighing your words and actions with a keen eye.

"Y/n," Lexa repeated, her voice thoughtful. "Clarke has spoken highly of you."

You inclined your head in acknowledgment, a sense of pride swelling within you at the implied praise. "Thank you, Commander.”

Lexa's lips quirked in a small smile, a rare display of warmth that softened the severity of her features. "I witnessed your bravery today.” Lexa glanced at you, her eyes searching.

"Lincoln's recovery was..” She paused for a moment, searching for the right word.

“Impressive. No one's ever survived such a fate before." You glanced at Clarke, who met your gaze evenly. It seemed Lexa's interest in you was not merely superficial but borne out of genuine respect for your actions.

Clarke's face was etched with weary determination as she took a deep breath, “We just have to keep them alive long enough for the drug to leave their system. I know we can do that same for others.”

Turning her attention back to Clarke, Lexa's expression shifted, the intensity in her gaze softening as she regarded the other woman.

"Clarke, you have proven yourself to be a formidable leader. Your alliance with Y/n could prove beneficial for both our people."

Clarke's posture relaxed slightly at the recognition, a hint of relief evident in her eyes. "Thank you, Commander. I believe together, we can achieve great things.

Lexa nodded in agreement, her gaze shifting between the two of you. "You may have your truce," she remarked cryptically, her words carrying an unknown weight.

“I just need one thing in return. Deliver me the one you call Finn.”

the weight of Lexa's demand settled between you, Clarke paled beside you, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. She turned to you, seeking support and guidance in the face of such a harrowing request.

"Please, let's talk this through reasonably," Clarke implored, her voice steady despite the hint of desperation in her eyes. "If we turn against each other, the Mountain Men will destroy us both."

But Lexa's resolve remained unyielding, her frigid glare piercing through the tension that hung heavy in the air. "The massacre of my people cannot go unanswered. Blood must have blood."

Clarke persisted, gently suggesting alternatives, but Lexa refused to entertain any idea but her people's vengeance. "Our ways are harsh so that our people survive," she declared. "We do not shy from the hard choices. If you are too weak to accept that, you will perish here."

You felt the heat rise in your cheeks at the insult, the urge to lash out burning hot within you. But Clarke's cautioning look held you back, reminding you of the delicate balance that hung in the air.

"We understand, and we want justice too," you interjected, your voice edged with defiance as you stepped closer to Clarke.

"But surely we can come to an arrangement that doesn't end in more deaths. Imprisonment, banishment..."

Lexa's expression remained impassive, unmoved by your words. "We must have retribution," she insisted coldly. "If you will not deliver Finn to face punishment, the alliance is void."

Clarke's gaze flickered with uncertainty, but she remained composed as she spoke. "Tell us what you propose. We want justice and peace between our people. Help us understand your ways."

Satisfied, Lexa detailed the ritual with chilling detachment: Finn bound and kneeling before the victims' families, his death by their hands after prolonged torture. 1000 cuts.

The gruesome description made your stomach turn violently, the reality of Lexa's demands sinking in with sickening finality.

Lexa's ultimatum hung heavy in the air, you exchanged a silent, troubled glance with Clarke, knowing that the path ahead would be fraught with impossible choices and unfathomable consequences.

But with the fate of your people hanging in the balance, there was no room for hesitation or doubt.

…

Clarke stormed from Lexa's tent, you following behind her in disgust, each heavy footfall echoed the weight of the impossible choice laid before you.

Sacrificing Finn for the alliance clashed violently with every instinct, the knowledge of Clarke's affection for him and his status as one of your people weighing heavily on your conscience.

But Lexa's cold logic, however callous, resonated with a grim truth. The lives of your people had to come first, even at the cost of one of your own.

Clarke turned before you, her eyes stormy with emotion, her voice cracking with anger as she confronted you. "How could you?" she demanded, her words laced with accusation. "Finn doesn't deserve this!"

You hesitated, the words catching in your throat as you struggled to reconcile your convictions with the harsh reality before you. "Finn murdered innocent people. Their families deserve justice.”

Clarke stepped closer, her voice dropping to an urgent whisper, desperation flickering in her eyes. "But not like this. Lexa's way is barbaric—it goes against everything we stand for!"

You faced her, sympathy and regret washing over you like a wave crashing against the shore. "Believe me, if there was any other way..."

"There has to be!" Clarke insisted feverishly, her voice rising with desperation. "Saving Finn is what's best! If that means no alliance, so be it," she shot back, her resolve unyielding.

You paused, the weight of Clarke's plea heavy on your shoulders, each word a painful reminder of the impossible choice you faced.

"I know you care about Finn too," she continued, her grip tightening on your arm, forcing you to meet her distraught gaze again. "Please, don't give up on him."

"I’m sorry, Clarke. I know you love him. But there is no other way. The alliance was the only way forward."

…

In the dimly lit room, you and your mother stood side by side, watching with heavy hearts as your father was escorted into the airlock chamber. Your heart aching with each step he took towards his inevitable fate.

Tears welled in your eyes as you watched him, but it was your mother's steady voice that broke through the suffocating silence, her words a beacon of strength in the midst of despair. She turns to you, her eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and determination.

"You must be strong, my dear," she whispered, her hand resting gently on your shoulder. "Life is filled with challenges, with things that frighten us. do not be afraid to do what may seem like the wrong thing when it is the right choice.”

Her words linger in the air as your tears blur your vision as you stumble forward, your feet carrying you instinctively towards the glass partition that separates you from your father. His eyes meet yours, a silent plea for strength and courage passing between you.

"Be strong," he mouths, his words barely audible over the hum of machinery and the rush of your own heartbeat. And then, with a final, heartbreaking glance, he is gone, swallowed by the unforgiving void of space.

You collapse into your mother's arms.

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pegasus624 · 6 months

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Stargazing

Just some platonic Jane and Hazel because yes. Hazel is just being a nerd and Jane is like “YEAH‼️” Also I promise that not all of my oneshots are going to be jane/hazel centered, but mostly non romantic oneshots

Jane was hosting a sleepover with the pink ladies. They were all in Jane’s room, doing their own thing- Olivia reading, Cynthia and nancy having a pillow fight, Jane just lying down in the middle of the chaos, and the window was open and you can see Hazel with an astrology book. Eventually Jane sat up and noticed Hazel and decided to join her.

“Hey Hazelnut, what’s up?”

Hazel laughed as she turned to Jane. “Hazelnut?”

“I think it’s a cute nickname!” Jane said as she sat down

“Well, If you say so.” Hazel went back to looking up. “Well the sky is clear tonight so looking at constellations.” Hazel said in wonder.

Jane looked up and looked at some stars curiously. “Is that one a constellation over there?” She pointed to some stars

Hazel adjusted her glasses. “Pretty close.” She pointed at one of the stars “that one is part of Pegasus.”

“The winged horse?”

“Yup, most constellations come from greek mythology.”

“Of horse they are” Jane joked with a giggle and a slight nudge.

“Jane…” Hazel gave a small snicker

“What? Just trying to lighten the mood!” Jane laughed and lied down, admiring the stars. “I can see why you like this stuff hazel, it’s super cool.”

Hazel joined her. “Yeah, it’s amazing, I can talk about this all night.”

“Hey, if you want to talk about it, I’m all ears on what you have to say.”

“In not sure if you would like my ramblings...” Hazel was a little embarrassed

“Listen, Peanut”

“Peanut? Am I just getting nut nicknames?” Hazel joked.

“Yes.” She chuckled as she took the book from Hazel and started to flip through it. “As I was saying, I can ramble all day about topics that interest me, which a lot of people find boring, but I would get just as excited listening to Cynthia ramble about cars, Olivia go on about the book she’s reading, or Nancy talk about fashion.”

“So…?”

“Point is I can get just as excited listening to people go on about topics that interest them as I would talking about things that interest me.” She gave the book back. “So let’s hear about Pegasus.”

“Alright, you asked for it.” Hazel flipped back to the pegasus page. “The myth of pegasus… Pegasus the son of posiden and he was was a servant of Zeus, retrieving lightning bolts, until he was tamed by Bellerophon…”

~~~

“…It’s also the largest visible constellation that we can see- taking up 3% of the sky. That may seem small but we can only see a small bit of the sky. And that right there is…” Hazel was interrupted by Jane yawning. It was about 30 minutes of her nerding out. “Oh- I- I can stop if you want me to.”

“No! I’m paying attention. Just a little sleepy…”

Hazel knew Jane could get cranky when she is tired. “You sure you don’t wanna go back in?”

“I’m sure. I can handle a few more...” yawn.

“You’re a terrible liar, Let’s go in.”

Hazel took one more look at the sky before going through the window. Jane followed her, not before taking another look at the sky.

#grease rotpl #grotpl #grease rise of the pink ladies #save rise of the pink ladies #save rotpl #jane facciano #hazel robertson #jane rotpl #hazel rotpl #oneshot

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beauty-and-passion · 3 months

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Hello! Just wanted to say that i love the posts youve been doing on Lore Olympus so far. I personally havent fully read through the whole thing yet but ive noticed that there are a lot of webtoons that have uhh how should i say.. poor writing? (a certain other popular webtoon comes to mind) That gets really popular for some reason or other. I tend to stay away from them for the most part but these analyses have me kind of interested, maybe ill try reading lore olympus (more for a reference to improve my writing than anything)

Webtoons has a lot of stuff with very bad writing. But hey, the world is filled with stuff with terrible writing because, despite what it seems, writing a story isn't easy. It looks easy because eh, what's so complicated? You just have to come up with an idea, then put it down and voilà, masterpiece. But as a writer yourself, you know it's not as easy as it seems.

The worst that could happen is when a story with shitty writing pretends to be taken seriously or to be the new icon of whatever. I appreciate much more a story with awful writing that makes fun of itself or makes stupid decision after stupid decision, to the point it exits the realm of writing and enters in the realm of absurd.

For example, Marry My Husband, another webcomic I read: that story was such a soap opera it went beyond the mere definition. It went from "bitchy friend steals my man" to "my friend is a fucking psychopath who commits murder like nothing". It went from "stereotypical serious sexy guy likes me" to "my angelic father with his heavenly taxi saves this guy because he's the right one". How am I supposed to take this stuff seriously? Of course I take it as a joke and I was even invested in this shit because it's so absurd, I want to see how far it will go!

And, honestly, I love stories that are so bad, that they become good. Lore Olympus has almost reached that point: I stopped considering the character Greek gods (because they're not), but just characters. And if you detach them from mythology, the whole story is much less infuriating and more entertaining.

Sure, it's entertaining for the wrong reason, but still: at least, it helps you understand what you should NOT do, if you want to be taken seriously XD

#lore olympus #ask #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #but seriously check it only if you have a lot of free time #otherwise it's not worth it #there are better things to watch

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quodekash · 9 months

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HIDDEN AGENDA EPISODE 3 LETS GO

every time they speak english in thai shows it throws me off for a sec, jeez i was not ready for that

HAH

JOKE LIKE HIS NAME

i find that really funny for no reason

new insult just dropped

this entire episode so far has been boyfriend behaviour and im losing my mind

theyre such boyfriends and they dont even know it

like. the clothes shopping?????? GWEGPUISDGHVPO

he broke him.

zo's too attractive and now joke is broken

MATCHING OUTFITS BOYFRIEND BEHAVIOUR BOYFRIEND BEHAVIOUR BOYFRIEND BEHAVIOUR

BOYFRIENDS BOYFRIENDS BOYFRIENDS BOYFRIENDS BOYFRIENDS

lmao good luck

bro cannot see a thing

where the hell are his glasses

"okay, you wont ask your crush out on a date? okay then, you're going on a date with me"

i got distracted because i had to have dinner and then i remembered the piano exists so i practiced that for like 30 minutes BUT IM BACK

oh no, what a shame, what a terrible turn of events, i cant believe it

HES SO WHIPPED I LOVE HIM

im just gonna shut up about the boyfriend behaviour because if i point out every moment of boyfriend behaviour in this scene, i'll run out of images within 30 seconds

IT VERY MUCH IS

AND ALSO HES SO PRETTY I LOVE HIM

THEY MAKE ME SO HAPPY

IM SMILING SO HARD RIGHT NOW

theyre just so happy and natural with each other, and even through theyre not technically dating yet (even tho they are boyfriends in my heart), they're at least friends, and id even say theyre close friends with how comfortable and happy they are around one another, and theyre just so happy and they make me so happy and hrbgdhjgkbr

ohhhhh noooooo does that mean they have to go on another date?? what a shaaaaaaaame

HELL YEAH, SECOND DATE

hell to the freaking yes

BRO IS PANICKING BIG-TIME

SOMEONE GET HIM A GAY PANIC BAG TO BREATHE INTO

FINALLY, MORE INFORMATION ABOUT THE THING HE WAS RECORDING

how the hell did zo hear about that tho

gun gungawin, that you?

also: hONEY. MY CHILD. MY BOY. YOU'RE NOT EVEN TRYING TO BE SUBTLE ANYMORE

MYTHOLOGYYYYYY

GREEK/ROMAN MYTHOLOGY

HELL YES

I LOVE MYTHOLOGY SO MUCH

okay- well- i mean thats not quite how the story went, but they're bonding and i get what he's getting at, so i'll allow it.

THE FREAKING PINKIESSSSS

also: what's with the H bracelet? or is it a capital i? i want to know the symbolism behind him wearing that bracelet now

OH FREAKING FINALLY, HE'S FINALLY FREAKING REALISING

TOOK HIM LONG ENOUGH

he did it!! im so proud of him!!

im obviously not rooting for nita and zo as a couple, but i do love them both and im very proud of my boy for finally mustering up the guts to talk to her and arrange a meet up (even tho the "date" word isnt used, it's still progress and im proud of him)

oh nooo it's gonna be super awkward, isn't it :(

DUDE, I LOVE HER SO MUCH

THEY ARE FRIENDS

THEY CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER

AAAGJEKRDBFGB

AAAAAAAAA

THE BIG ATTACK BEAR HUG HERDBFGHDBRVK

I LOVE THEM SO MUCHHHHHHH

awww that's the end of the episode

im excited for next week

also there was a disappointing lack (well, absence) of jengpok today, BUT ON THE BRIGHT SIDE, WE'VE GOTTEN HEAPS OF DEVELOPMENT OF JOKE AND ZO WHICH IM REALLY EXCITED ABOUT SO YAY

okay goodnight folks, it took me more than 4 hours to watch this one episode (how)

#quodekash's unhidden agenda to watch hidden agenda #hidden agenda #hidden agenda series #hidden agenda the series #jokezo #zojoke #joongdunk #joong archen #dunk natachai

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alatismeni-theitsa · 1 year

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Will all good intentions, you and other blogs like yours should stop wasting your time writing whole ass essays to racist strangers online as if they care. I can assure you people of color and ethnic minorities have countless of stories to tell when it comes to entitled racist people who always try to justify their shitty behaviour by blaming minorities for not wasting their lives "teaching" them like elementary schoolers, why racial nasty jokes are not "ok" and coddling their ego.

These people don't lack any knowledge of Greek myth, in fact, it literally requires zero knowledge of Greek mythology to know basic stuff like how stupid fantasy books with Greek elements will never make you learn anything about Greece or that being vile to a non-abrahamic religion is one of the worst types of blatant religious racism. They are terrible towards ancient Greek elements because no one sees Greece as a real country nor Greek people as real people with actual emotions who can actually see them and hear what they say, so they know can get away with racist reactionary content that gives them tons of notes and clout.

Thank you for the support, really. At the same time, the condescending tone about minorities and poc feels out of place when speaking to a Greek. "I can assure you, people of color and ethnic minorities-" Yes, we know. We are in these categories.

Greeks have been historically considered non-white, "barbaric" and "ethnic" in many countries (still are, in a lot of places). In the US we started being seen as white after the 1950s and it's been a slow progress since WASP USians saw us as the same "race" as them. Before that, Greeks faced segregation and extreme violence by White communities and police. (Lots of WASPs still see us as "primitive" when they actually learn how our customs and Christianity look, btw). But we also exist in other places and the othering about how we look hasn't stopped.

Greeks have been considered "poc", "ethnic" and "wog" for a looong time in the west. We know bigotry not only because of how we look but also because of our ethnicity (hence the progroms and genocide and cultural erasure, you can Google all about anti-Greek sentiments and Greek caricature figures on posters). And of course, we have ethnic minorities everywhere and have faced forced cultural erasure like state punishment when speaking Greek (Turkey), changing the names of Greek towns in other countries to erase the Greek history there (Russia), and more. Recent research shows Greek names in the US are discriminated against as much as Chinese names.

Let me remind you that although Middle Easterners and N. Africans are categorized as White in the US legislation, it doesn't mean that they are exempt from racism and bigotry. The case of Greeks is similar. In northern and Anglo countries our appearance is commented on and looked at with suspicion, our customs and our food receive negative comments, there is hiring discrimination, etc. There is a reason we say "the only Greeks foreigners like are the dead ones". When you don't show them syrtaki and feta, they can turn to bigotry really fast.

So, we've been in the dance for a looong time. Try the "barbaric" from Charlemagne's time. Try NW Europeans basing their national identities around a superficial image of idealized ancient Greek culture, the NW Europeans stealing our antiquities because we weren't "worthy heirs" of our own culture in their eyes, the "disappointed" Nazis with how "non-white" we looked, etc etc.

What makes you think Greeks had aaaany say in this? What makes you think we don't know how it is to be ignored while other nations make bank and base their whole new-age spirituality and our stomped-on heritage?

It's clear you are on our side here and I don't mean to interpret your message in bad faith. Most of your statements ring true, anyways. But I feel that, while you correctly identified people who don't take Greeks' accounts seriously, you kiiiinda did the same? I mean I wouldn't need to write another essay if you had dignified us with the thought we know how it is to be in marginalized spaces, that we know how it's to not be heard, or that we know the reasons people online don't respect us. Example: I and most Greeks have verified with our own experience that the following statement is actually false.

"These people don't lack any knowledge of Greek myth, in fact, it literally requires zero knowledge of Greek mythology to know basic stuff like how stupid fantasy books with Greek elements will never make you learn anything about Greece or that being vile to a non-abrahamic religion is one of the worst types of blatant religious racism."

We've been in this discourse for at least a decade and you'll be surprised by the great number of adults who are absolutely confident that PJO taught them everything and that gods hold no value for worshippers or Greeks whatsoever. I invite you to have that discourse on our behalf and see for yourself.

Bottom line: Please let us handle the situation however we see fit. We take nothing from other people and nations when we express annoyance about how our culture has been treated.

#yeaaah another long post but what can you do #like.. it's needed #i cant just say a statement and leave cause then half the site will fall on me #answered #i should have sth like oppression masterpost to just link idkk xD

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