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thecuriousquest · 8 months

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TodoBakuDeku with a broken darling? 👀

Don’t Get Your Hopes Up

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs

Warnings: Yandere themes, SFW, implied kidnapping, broken reader, kind of short

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You’ve given up. Something you held onto for so long, hope, has finally snapped like a pencil. Every chance at escape has been thwarted by the crushing grip of your three captors. What did you expect? For them to let you walk free and be done with you?

No, no, no. Never. They have told you time and time again how much they adore and love you, how much you mean to them, how you will spend the rest of your life as theirs. Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugou, and Izuku Midoriya have finally broken you.

What is left of you now? Can you even call this living anymore? All you want is for the gentle hand of death to caress your cheek and take you with her. The sweet relief of your life as a victim to end, you’d do anything for that.

There’s nothing you can do to escape. They are individually smarter than you, but all three of their minds put together? You stand no chance in fighting a way out of this life.

You sit at the window in a chair that’s too comfortable for your own good in a knee length night gown. You see sunlight hit a patch of dandelions. Their white fuzzy manes dancing in the wind as they swing back and forth. You watch the roses getting bigger, and you remember three years ago when you were able to hold one in your hand after plucking it from outside.

You loved handling flowers. Now, you envy them for they get to be outside. They get to be washed in the rain and sit in the sun. You wish you could just spend one minute as carefree as a flower.

You don’t flinch anymore when you feel a hand on your shoulder. Looking up, you see Izuku standing over you with a smile on his freckled face.

“Hi, Izuku…” you say with a lack of cheer.

“I’m so glad to see you up, Bunny. Usually, you’re sleeping.”

Dropping your eyes towards the ground, you offer him a nod as a response. “I just wanted to watch the flowers.”

“Would you like to see them up close? The roses are in bloom.”

“…Outside? You want to take me outside?” Your mouth parts slightly as your brows furrow.

“Of course! That is where they live after all. Come on.” He grabs your hand and tugs you towards the door.

Bad memories flood your system from going even close to the front door. Izuku pulls you forward even though you’re hesitating in your tracks.

Sun beams touch your skin as you step outside in your white nightgown. Your bare feet tread the grass as Izuku guides you towards the rose bush.

They’re so beautiful and delicate, just as you remember. Your fingers reach out and gently touch the velvety petals. Looking at Izuku inquisitively, you’re about to ask him why he really brought you out here, but then his eyes are closed, and he’s sniffing the roses.

You watch him startle as a beetle lands on his nose. He starts swatting at his face, and you’re snorting at his franticness.

Bakugou and Todoroki walk out of the house, calling for you. They rush over when they lock eyes on you, and Shoto grabs your hand.

“What the hell are you two doing out here? Izuku, why didn’t you tell us you were going to bring her outside?”

All you can do is lower your head as you suffer under the tight grip of Shoto and Katsuki’s glare.

“I wanted to watch the roses bloom with her. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal since I was with her,” Izuku answers, brushing the two of them off.

You envy the fact that he can talk to them this way. If it were you, you’d probably get a mouthful of soap or a back hand to the face.

“We thought she got away again, you idiot! Come on. We’re going back inside,” Bakugou declares.

“Bunny wouldn’t have run away again. I was right here with her. You need to stop it, Kacchan. I don’t want you to scare her.”

“Maybe she needs to be scared,” the explosion hero grumbles as he takes you from Shoto and picks you up in his arms.

You let him carry you back into the house with an air of sadness swirling around you. Maybe, Izuku will be nice enough again to let you go outside. However, you don’t get your hopes up. You’ll never make that mistake again.

#triggering content #triggering themes #yandere #yandere themes #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia #yandere shoto todoroki #yandere katsuki bakugou #yandere izuku midoriya #yandere todobakudeku #todobakudeku #mha shoto todoroki #mha katsuki bakugou #mha izuku midoriya

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polutrope · 3 months

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Tales come ahead of the heroes. Of great battles that rattled the bones of the bent world; of Morgoth’s cruel, unyielding lieutenant at last overthrown.

From the wall of his gallery, Turgon takes down a sword and clutches the hilt. It has long fallen into disuse in the distant bliss of Valinor. This blade is not his, was never his, but it hangs here in memory among other precious tokens of a drowned continent that found their way from the mountains to the river and from there across the sea.

The tales say Turgon’s sword surfaced glittering from the dust of ages; that Glamdring sang death to its foes in the hands of a Maia, leading the peoples of Endor to triumph.

Turgon, in his felicity, envies Olórin. Turgon, though tempered by the Halls, wishes he might have wielded that blade again. Might have joined his soul in harmony with it, one last time, for vengeance.

But when the heroes land he does not inquire after it.

Eventually Olórin, elusive and enigmatic as he has ever been, pays Turgon a visit. He has kept that raiment he wore among mortals of an old man bent and weathered. He laughs and gathers Turgon in his arms.

Turgon invites him in for tea.

“It is not so different here,” Olórin muses, nibbling on a bit of cake. “Thank you,” he adds, in answer to Turgon’s inquiring look. “It is a comfort to take tea with a great lord of Elves.”

“Ah.” Turgon quirks a smile. “So the annals tell it. I fear that was another life, which I scarcely recognise as mine.”

Their conversation ambles the paths of immortal memory that fears not the passage of time.

At last, towards evening, Turgon asks, “What of my sword? They say you bore it.”

Olórin hums. “I had rather hoped you would not ask.”

Turgon beetles his brows.

“You must forgive me — I gave it away.”

“Gave it? To whom?” Irritation, a prickle of dishonour, tickles at Turgon’s mind like an old rash. Who is left, worthy of such an heirloom?

“I left it in the keeping of the Queen of Gondor, your grandson’s granddaughter, to defend your line for many more ages of Men. Did I err in this?”

“Arwen.” Turgon remembers the name and smiles. “No, dear friend. You did not err. She and her descendants are worthy bearers of that blade.”

#turgon #gandalf #my fic #400 words

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nights-flying-fox · 8 days

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TMNT STORY AU COMP COMPETITORS MASTERLIST (@tmntstorycomp )

☆ Danny Phantom ROTTMNT Crossover by @chasingrabbits-art

☆ Love me, Love my Dog. by @tothefiniteyou

☆ We're not babysitters by @theawesomeninja-xd

☆ (Too Many Leos) Put One Back by @beeceit

☆ Mitosis = duplication and separation by @varianlikescheese

☆ The Loyal Remain by @daboyau

☆ Monster Inside the Man by @keepsdrifting

☆ A Tear in my Eye by @cartoonhostage

☆ ERICA by @13runningsomething

☆ Captainx2 by @veearrifarrariboom

☆ Black and brown fur AU by @haro0o

☆ Set a Course for Home by @los-ninos-tortugas

☆ Catch You AU by @mudlarkspur

☆ Same Story Different Font by @tmnt-obsessed-ace

☆ Saviors of the Yokai by @mostlyvoid-partiallyturtles

☆ Everything Stays by @oddpocalypse

☆ Twin-Sync (More Than You Think) by @little-banjo-frog

☆ Dimension Hopper Leo AU by @nights-flying-fox

☆ Inverted Confrontation by @boots-with-the-fur-club

☆ Cardinal Rules by @m0ths-wanderings / @dluebirb

☆ Manhatten: TMNT FARGO AU by @jxstacey [au masterpost]

☆ Universal Mayhem by @trixanimations

☆ Reminiscing that Old Time by @misshowdoyoudo

☆ Old Soul au by @delicatechildwitch

☆ Prime Leo AU by @darth-sonny

☆ TMNT: Broken Trifecta by @genderfluid-envy / @ask-broken-trifecta-turtles

☆ Body Horror Baby by @bambiraptorx

☆ Tiny Lil Fruit Turtles by @mochi-myles

☆ Through Your Hollow Bones au by @idiot-mushroom

☆ One Turtle Short of a Lair by @bucketofbugz

☆ Kitty's TMNT-Verse by @kittynumyum

☆ Shattered Pieces Of The Same Mirror by @xcometstarx

☆ Soulmates (Evil) AU by @error-core-animations

☆ Oh Hades, Let Me Have This by @faggotdonnie

☆ Empathy is Learned by @alicat54c

☆ Teenage Mutant Beetle Turtles by @beetleviolet

☆ Wouldn't it be Easier by @14muffinz

☆ Teenage Turtle Ninja Mutants (ttnm) by @idiot-mushroom

☆ The Birds & the Bees

☆ Two Nardos one dream Sequence by @tinytinyturttlesoup

☆ Sub-Zero AU by @noxvee6

☆ An OC, Echo! by @smol-bean-boi13 & @percy-eats-souls

☆ It's a Complicated Equation by @leilanising-vault-of-knowledge

☆ Good Genes by @lordshroom

☆ A Ghost of the Ninja I Used to Be by @robin-with-a-pen

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#tmnt story competition #tmnt competition #idk how to tag this #nighty made a litsty #lol #ok if there is any mistakes of sort please tell me!!#or anything you want me to change

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justsomerandomfanfic · 7 months

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Blue With Envy - Jaime Reyes X GN Reader

Title: Blue With Envy

Jaime Reyes X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Batman (Mentioned), Khaji-Da (Mentioned), Knifemare OC (Mentioned), and The League (Mentioned)

WC: 2,493

Warnings: Bantering, teasing, use of Google Translate (translation featured at the end of fic), jealousy, Blue Beetle/DC canon fighting mentioned, nicknames, cursing (only one or two words), blood, hallucinations mentioned, knives mentioned, wounds, main character death mentioned (nothing bad), yelling, confessions, slight angst, cuddling, and fluff

"D9..."

You threw your hands up in the air in defeat, "You sunk my battleship." You watched as Jaime grinned cheekily, placing the red pegs on the plastic map on his side.

"Well, I win." He replied, as you just let out a huff, crossing your arms.

"Yeah, again. You cheater." You pouted, as Jaime began to collect the pieces on his side. Even though you were upset, you couldn't stop from admiring him. Jaime was the most beautiful man you had ever known - from his mesmerizing eyes that always sparkled when he smiled that beautiful smile of his. His dark, curly brown hair fell perfectly across his forehead, and was soft to the touch. You could stare at him for hours and hours.

He was not only beautiful in the physical sense of the term, his personality was beautiful too. He was sweet, super compassionate, and always there if you needed someone to just talk to. He was so selfless, and would do anything for the people he cared for. He was always there for you, through everything. He was there if you needed a shoulder to cry on, or just someone to hold and be held by. Being in his presence was overall calming and peaceful; he was perfect.

He paused at your words though, looking up, snapping you out of your daydreaming, "Cheater? I never cheated." He shook his head lightly, tilting his head to the side. A hint of confusion showed itself in the slight crease between his brows, making him look even more adorable than he already was. Gosh, you were whipped.

You shook your head, trying to clear the thoughts away, and you just waved your hand toward him, "Yeah, but you're so tall, you can probably see over my board." You reasoned, and Jaime knew you were just being stubborn.

Setting the pieces he collected in the small zip-lock bag, he looked over at you, watching as you began to collect your own pieces. The corners of his lips twitched upwards slightly, his gaze softening with fondness. It was kind of cute how competitive you got, how you'd bite your bottom lip when concentrating, your eyebrows furrowing as you sometimes muttered to yourself. Jaime was never really able to hear what you were mumbling to yourself, but he found it cute nonetheless.

Jaime wished that he could spend more time with you. But, being a superhero was hard work, and it hardly gave him enough free time to see you, or his family for that matter. He hated having to cancel dates or leave early when he got a call from the League. But, he couldn't tell you who he was. He didn't want to endanger you. But, coming to your apartment when he did have that free time, seeing your smile... It was all worth it. Jaime smiled softly, shaking his head again, "We're sitting on your bed, mi amor, we are practically the same height." He pointed out, and you sighed, resting your chin in your palm, leaning forward, your elbow being propped up on your crossed legs.

He had a point. Maybe, just maybe, he was just better at the game than you were. "Yeah, sure, whatever, cheater." You grumbled, but you weren't mad at him. If anything, Jaime made your frustration go away.

Falling back against your pillows, Jaime quickly followed suit, the mattress bouncing as he did so. On his side, he held his head up with his palm, his arm resting across his pillow; leaning over you a bit. Looking at you, he said softly, "What do you wanna do?"

Turning on your side, you let out a small sigh as you looked at him, shrugging your shoulders, "I don't know. Do you have any ideas?" You asked, your hand reaching out to fidget with the gold necklace he wore. This position allowed Jaime to get close enough to brush a strand of your hair away from your face with his fingertips; causing the strands to fall gently over his hand as he moved them back behind your ear. You leaned into his touch, shutting your eyes.

Jaime let out a deep breath, "Not really, I got nothing."

You let out a hum, your hand letting go of the necklace to take his hand. Opening your eyes, you moved your attention to his hand in yours, running your fingers along his palm, tracing a random pattern. "Hey Jaime," You spoke quietly, still gazing at his skin. Jaime's eyes shifted from what you were doing with his hand to you, waiting for you to continue, "Who's your favorite superhero?"

Your question sort of surprised Jaime, but he was happy to answer it, "Blue Beetle." He slowly intertwined his fingers with yours, his warm hand pressed against your palm, "Who's your favorite?" He then asked, dropping his arm and pressing his cheek into the pillow under his head. Jaime would be lying if he didn't want you to also say that Blue Beetle was your favorite hero too. He wanted to hear you say that.

You pursed your lips, your eyes leaving your hands to look up at him, "Batman." Not even hesitating.

Jaime's smile dropped slightly, but he quickly hid his disappointment, "Really? Why?" He inquired, really wanting to know your reason. Not that Batman wasn't awesome, no. He liked Batman but Jaime was pretty biased. Since he was Blue Beetle. He watched as your face lit up, which was a beautiful sight.

"Oh, gosh, where do I even start?" You exclaimed, and Jaime couldn't help but smile at your excitement, "Okay, okay. Well, I like how even though he doesn't have any powers, and he still goes out and saves people. Like, he's just some regular guy under that bat suit, going out and beating up villains, when he doesn't have to. He's so selfless, you know? And he's such a smart guy too! He makes all of his own gear, and I just think that that is super amazing." You grinned, letting out a deep breath, as Jaime nodded thoughtfully.

Jaime couldn't help but feel a little bit jealous, but he pushed it down. "What do you think about Blue Beetle?" He asked, hoping that you'd say at least one cool thing about his superhero persona.

You hummed, narrowing your eyes slightly as you thought, "Well, I haven't seen much about Blue Beetle, but his suit's kind of cool. The whole bug thing. Why do you like Blue Beetle?" You asked Jaime, watching as he glanced away from you briefly, making you wonder what he was thinking.

He opened and closed his mouth before speaking, feeling the jealousy that he was trying to hold down, came right back up, "I mean, I think Blue Beetle is super cool. He can create anything to protect and defend himself, and his suit is cool too. I agree with that.” You narrowed your eyes slightly as he spoke, noticing something off with his tone. You couldn't help but think that Jaime was upset that you didn't like Blue Beetle like he did.

"Jaime, honey," You began softly, slowly after he was finished, "Is everything alright?" You asked, propping yourself up on your elbow.

He took a deep breath before releasing it, "Yeah, everything is fine… Good, yeah." Shaking your head lightly, you freed your hand from his, reaching up and cupping his cheek; bringing his brown orbs back to you.

"Jaime..." You began, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone as Jaime averted his gaze from you again, "Are you upset that Blue Beetle isn't my favorite?"

"No, no, it's not that." He muttered before meeting your eyes. Jaime let out a small breath, captivated by you as his heart beat rapidly against his chest. God, you were killing him. With your caring attitude, your genuine smile, your laugh, being so effortlessly damn stunning; everything about you. "Estoy muy enamorado de ti,.." He muttered, not even fully recognizing what he was saying, as you just raised an eyebrow.

"I don't really know what you said, I really have to start learning Spanish…" You laughed a little, Jaime just continued to look at you as if you hung the stars in the sky; he couldn't believe he was lucky enough to have you.

Calming down a little, you snuggled into Jaime's chest, digging your face into the crook of his neck; Jaime's arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer until you were completely flush against him. He rested his cheek against the top of your head, listening to your steady breathing as you both lay there in silence for a few moments, enjoying the calm atmosphere between you two.

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Jaime breathed heavily as he made his way up the fire escape, holding onto his side, he had to stop to take a breather; his chest heaving as he let out a pained groan. He had just finished helping some of the League with a new villain, one who could fight like Hell and make him hallucinate. The villain, who called herself Knifemare, had the power to make someone hallucinate before stabbing them with sharp knives and swords while they were distracted. Jaime couldn't stop as the plethora of sharp knives flew through the air. Khaji-Da was able to protect most of him, but a stray knife had cut into his side. His healing was taking care of the scratches that he had sustained from the fight, but larger cuts took a bit more time.

Jaime needed to see you though, even though he knew that you would ask questions about why his shirt was covered in his blood, but he didn't care. He needed to see you. Knifemare's hallucinations got to him, even though he tried to fight the searing pain that he felt as she tried to enter and mess with his mind. For a moment, Jaime thought that he saw you, dead, on the ground a few feet away... Before he knew it, he was struck and Khaji-Da was successful at snapping him out of it.

Letting out a breath, Jaime winced as he pushed himself the rest of the way up to your floor, almost collapsing on the metal balcony before he knocked on your window. Jaime pressed the side of his face into the brick wall beside the window, closing his eyes at the cool feeling of the stone. He heard shuffling before the window opened and he heard you gasp.

"Jaime! Are you alright!?" You called to him, his eyes opening slightly as you took his arm and helped him inside. Jaime let out another soft groan as you led him to your bed. Sitting down, Jaime let out a sigh, looking over at you, noticing your wide, worried eyes. Your eyes raked over his body, eventually landing on the blood stain on his blue shirt. "You're bleeding! Jaime! What happened!? Let me see it!" You began to reach out to lift his shirt but Jaime grabbed your hand.

It was heartwarming to see you so worried about him, but he didn't need your help; he could feel his side slowly stitching up. "Y/N, cariño, I'm fine. You don't have to worry-"

"If you're fine, then let me see it." You insisted, your hands balled into fists; knuckles white as you stared at him. Jaime stared right back at you for a moment, debating internally with himself. Finally, giving in, Jaime pulled his shirt off. You gasped at the injury, staring at his torso, "God, Jaime, what happen-" You scooted towards him, reaching your hand out, but hesitating, watching as the large cut slowly began to heal itself, blue wisps swirling like electricity before it completely closed up. Staring at his side, it looked as if there was never even a large gash there in the first place. Licking your lips, you slowly sat back, looking up at Jaime with your wide eyes. "Jaime... What's going - What's-" You couldn't even speak, you were so shocked.

Jaime looked down at your hand on the bed, slowly inching his hand over to cover yours. Looking back up at you, he let out a sigh as he saw tears beginning to develop in the corners of your eyes. "I-" He started before pausing as he realized that he couldn't form words. He couldn't explain this. All he could do was stare at you with those puppy dog eyes.

You let out a shaky sigh, "So... I’m trying to be calm here. I know that stressing about whatever is happening won't help either of us." You said, biting your lip, watching him for any sign of disapproval.

Jaime swallowed thickly before nodding, sitting up straighter, "I can explain.... Everything..." He mumbled, staring at you as you continued to chew on your bottom lip, your brow furrowed. "I'm... I'm..." Letting out a sigh, he dropped his head. "Khaji-Da? Can you show them?" He muttered quietly, closing his eyes as his suit started to materialize.

Your eyes widened as you watched his suit appear in front of you. Your jaw dropped, "You're Blue Beetle..!" You exclaimed as you watched the mask disappear, revealing his face. You shook your head, unable to comprehend that he was actually Blue Beetle.

"Yeah, I'm Blue Beetle." Jaime stated with confidence as he looked down at you, beyond nervous, but his nerves dwindled when he saw a smile spread across your face.

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"Wait, so if you're Blue Beetle... Does that mean you know Batman?" You asked softly, now cuddled close to Jaime in your bed, your arms wrapped around his waist as you both gazed at each other.

Jaime hummed a bit, "Yeah, I’ve met him, but only a couple of times when I get called to go to Gotham or Metropolis." He answered, his fingers dipped under your shirt, brushing against the soft skin of your waist; his other arm under your head as he held you close to him.

"Does that mean there is a possible slight chance that I could meet him?" You asked excitedly, making Jaime chuckle.

Wetting his bottom lip, his fingers pausing on your waist as he thought, "I mean, I could try and see, but I'm still new to everything." He placed a soft kiss on your forehead as he pulled you closer to him.

You let out a small, content sigh, closing your eyes and snuggling the side of your face into his chest, "Either way, it doesn't matter..." You murmured, "I got my hero right here." You grinned, turning your head to place a kiss right over his pounding heart.

Jaime's said-heart fluttered in his chest at your statement as a sense of pride engulfed him. He pressed another kiss onto your head, closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply, the scent of your strawberry shampoo washing over him. His lips quirked up in a smile as he pulled you impossibly close to him and finally closed his eyes.

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Translation:

Estoy muy enamorado de ti

I am so in love with you

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bedoballoons · 9 months

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@aleksai42 thank you for this idea!! I hope you enjoy!!<3

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

A/n: Modern School AU! Part 2! Requests/asks open!!

{༻~What type of classmate/bf they would be~༺}

(Includes: Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Alhaitham, Venti, and Childe!)

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𑁍༄Diluc:

Classmate:

Diluc would be quieter than most, preferring to sit in silence as he listens to the teacher and not partake in the whispers of the other students. In fact most of the time he has nothing to do with his classmates, unless someone's being picked on or in some type of trouble. Whenever he sees something like that he'll step in, making himself known as a hero to the select few he's helped and one that doesn't require any thank you afterwords, walking away as soon as he knows the person's safe.

Boyfriend:

After the two of you started dating, you realized he had a lot more going on in his life than you had originally thought. He's a classic gentleman, holding the door open for you after walking you to school, carrying your books cause he knows they're heavy, and giving you a kiss goodbye whenever you part ways. His absolute favourite thing though, is when the two of you are alone, cuddled up together, his arms holding you tightly as if he never wanted to let you go.

𑁍༄Gorou:

Classmate:

Gorou is a bit of a teacher's pet, he has good grades in every class, follows every rule to the letter and keeps others out of mischief. He has really sweet personality, but because he is such a do-gooder he often gets bullied. He doesn't let that get him down though, in fact he always seems to have a good attitude. He can't pick a favourite class, they're all his favourite...though he really enjoys being outside.

Boyfriend:

He's honestly a ray of sunshine the second he sees you, getting a little hyper and talking faster than he normally does, usually saying how much he missed you. He absolutely loves when the two of you picnic outside the school, especially when you read aloud to him or you study together. Whenever you're walking somewhere his hands in yours, swinging your intertwined fingers gently back and fourth in time with your steps.

𑁍༄Itto:

Classmate:

Itto is considered, the tall class clown. He's pretty popular, telling jokes in the middle of lessons or answering questions so wrong everyone has to laugh. He's...not the brightest, getting low grades in most classes, but he makes up for it with his charisma and dedication to the things he enjoys. His favourite thing about school being his mechanical beetle fighting club, it doesn't have a lot of members, but that's never stopped him from having fun.

Boyfriend:

As soon as the two of you started dating your life became so much better, he was funny, sweet and he loved you so much. Sure he got into some childish messes you had to help him with, but he made it up to you tenfold. Planning adventurous dates, getting you gifts (some sillier than most) and absent mindedly complimenting you all the time, because in his eyes you're truly incredible.

𑁍༄Alhaitham:

Classmate:

He almost never speaks, to the point most of the class assumes he's mute, until a question he finds particularly intriguing arises and then he could spend a hour describing the answer. He's intelligent beyond his years and most people envy him for it, making alot of the class dislike him. He doesn't really care though, he'd prefer to spend all day reading books then discuss anything with them anyway.

Boyfriend:

He's not great at showing romance at first, not because he doesn't want to but because he simply doesn't know how. After a couple months though, the two of you find a rhythm and he turns out to be surprisingly good at being a boyfriend. He shows up early to walk you to school, holds you whenever he's reading (so very often) and whenever you two bicker, he's extremely careful to never hurt you. You're truly his favourite person and he'll do whatever he can to keep it that way.

𑁍༄Venti:

Classmate:

He's extremely charismatic, chatting with everyone at least once and going with the flow to avoid arguments. His favourite class is music, he can play almost any instrument, but his favourites are all string based. He also enjoys theater, though he's pretty good at being in plays he prefers to be the narrator, telling the stories in such a way that captures the whole audience.

Boyfriend:

His love language is touch, meaning he's always holding your hand, hugging you whenever he can and cuddling up to you during lunchtime. He leaves you origami paper birds in your locker and desk, each one a little poem for you. He also enjoys singing to you, especially when you come to one of the plays he's in and you're in the front row, he can't help but sing right to you, especially when it's a love song.

𑁍༄Childe:

Classmate:

Childe is slightly confusing to his classmates, he seems nice, always laughing and joking around, people even see him walk his younger siblings to school...but there's something about him that gives off a bad boy vibe. No one can really put their finger on why he seems the tiniest bit like a villain but everyone agrees that there's a reason. His favourite class is p.e., he really enjoys competitive games and is even apart of a sports team.

Boyfriend:

He loves when you show up to his games, it makes him work even hard to win and when you cheer it makes him confident he can do anything with you there for him. He brags about you often to his teammates and whenever you two are walking through the halls, his arms around you. He loves your kisses, begging you for them whenever you two have been apart more than a day. He also really enjoys when the two of you watch his siblings together, it never seems like a chore with you both there and after everyone's gone to sleep, he can cuddle up with you at last.

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Have a nice day!*⁠.⁠✧

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phantomknights · 5 months

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"Top of his class in every exam, the first among his peers to get a Vision... It seems like there's nothing that child prodigy can't do." -Account of a young Academia student— "not to be confused with Sumeru's Akademiya!"

At first glance, the young boy in blue is unassuming. He appears just like any other child: he plays cards, collects beetles, and steals snacks from the market.

One would never guess that Shiun'in Sora is one of the most deadly in a militia of trained soldiers.

He helps defend the island fortress he calls home from ocean-dwelling monsters, tutors his underclassmen in the martial arts, and even acts as a bodyguard for higher-ranked members of the Vision Cultivation Academy for Gifted Youths (Academia for short).

Sora's peers look upon him with envy, and the few who muster the courage even ask him how he got his skills and his Vision. When they do, he beams and dutifully answers, "It's all thanks to the Professor!"

#yugioh arc v #ygo arc v #arc v #sora perse #sora shiun'in #sora shiunin #yuuto's art #i forget if i have a tag for this au or not #swagever. enjoy this little freak #arc v genshin au

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cosmic--dandelion · 7 months

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So how did we get from this

To this?

Let's talk about the history of Beelzebub!

Beelzebub is strongly associated and indeed often conflated with Baal, a Hellenistic era pagan god worshipped everywhere from the Canaanite city of Ekron to Greece (where he was known as Belus) to Egypt as far back as 1400 BCE. He is first mentioned in the Books of Kings (2 Kings 1:2–3, 6, 16) as Ba'al-zəbûb, meaning "Lord of the Flies" in Hebrew, a possible corruption of "Lord of the High Place" meant to denigrate the deity after he was appropriated and repurposed as a false god, then a demon. Baal worship was extremely difficult for the early Christians to stamp out, so they basically stole other people's mythology and used it as a free idea bucket to fill out the Bible's rogues gallery.

While it's true that in some Ugaritic texts, Baal is depicted as expelling flies and causing sickness, he was still held in high esteem in ancient Canaan and Phoenicia as a powerful deity who controlled the sun, storms, and fertility and who defeated Mot, the god of death and the underworld. The ancient world could get pretty scatological at times! After all, one of Beelzebub's contemporaries, the Egyptian sun god Ra, was often depicted as a dung beetle, then a prominent symbol of rebirth.

Some scholars think he might have even been the same god! Beelzebub seems to have been the ancient world's go-to demon because the name has been used interchangeably with everyone from Lucifer, Satan, and even Hades in some gnostic texts.

Unfortunately, we don't have much information about Beelzebub's pre-Christian origins other than some iron age ruins in what is now modern day Israel that suggest his temples were decorated with little golden flies, which is pretty neat.

Interestingly, Jesus himself was accused of being a worshipper of Beelzebub multiple times in the New Testament. Maybe the Pharisees were projecting?

Throughout the Middle Ages, Beelzebub reappeared again in the Lantern of the Light (where he was associated with the sin of envy), De Occulta Philosophia, Princes of Hell, and other demonology texts. 16th-17th Century French Inquisitor Sébastien Michaelis elevated him to the rank of fallen angel in his book The Admirable History of Possession and Conversion of a Penitent Woman: Seduced by a Magician that Made Her to Become a Witch, translated to English in 1613. It was around this time Beelzebub started to become strongly associated with witchcraft. Michaelis should know; he burnt over 14 women accused of being witches!

Unsurprisingly, his name came up repeatedly during the Salem witch trials.

Beelzebub and fellow demons new and old bounced all over different classifications of demons during the 1500s and 1600s. In John Milton's epic poem Paradise Lost, first published in 1667, Beelzebub was part of an unholy trinity consisting of him, Lucifer, and Astaroth. Occultist Johan Weyer decreed that Beelzebub was the Emperor of Hell, having led a successful revolt against the devil. German theologian Peter Binsfield described him as the Prince of Gluttony in his 1589 Treatise on Confessions by Evildoers and Witches. Before that, he was associated with Envy, then Pride.

We even have his personal signature! (At least according to the Grand Grimoir, an anonymous text on black magic of unknown origin)

Beelzebub's physical appearance is even more diverse. He's been depicted as everything from a leopard, a feminine man as tall as a tower, a snake, a calf with a fly's face to...whatever the literal hell this is:

"'dressed like a bee and with two dreadful ears and his hair painted in all colors with a dragon's tail"

Jacques Albin Simon Collin de Plancy (1793 – 1881)'s Dictionnaire infernal was among the first to depict Beelzebub literally as a fly. No duck feet, no lion's mane. Just a fly.

Still better than this.

As Plancy was a skeptic influenced by Voltaire, the book was first intended as a folklore compilation but was later modified to fit with Roman Catholic theology after he converted, much to the consternation of his admirers. Many of his lurid illustrations later appeared in S. L. MacGregor Mathers's edition of The Lesser Key of Solomon...for better or for worse.

Put Adrammelech in Helluva Boss you cowards.

So basically, Beelzebub has been a public domain character since before King Tut was laid in his golden sarcophagus, and people have been just making shit up about him for millennia. What's your favorite depictation of Beelzebub? This is mine:

Nothing beats 2nd Edition Dungeons & Dragons artwork.

#helluva boss #queen bee #beelzebub #character design #meta #demonology #history #mythology #long post #vivziepop #dandelion watches hellaverse #religion

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see-arcane · 27 days

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So I've heard quite a bit about Richard "Em Dash" Marsh and his book The Beetle, but I've been quite curious: What elements about it are compelling? I refuse to read the book itself (made that mistake with... other gothic-based media (Damn you, Moore), so I was curious about your thoughts on it?

I think it's just the sheer amount of wasted opportunity for metaphor left laying around. Like, I know everyone likes to call it "Dracula but so much shittier," but I've always seen more resemblance to Kafka's "The Metamorphosis," and not just for the insect element.

The two characters we're introduced to as (mistaken) protagonist and antagonist are Robert Holt and the Beetle. Holt is a clerk who lost his job, applied everywhere after, followed all the rules he was taught to trust in, certain that society would naturally play as fairly with him...only to find himself homeless and starved and refused entrance even to a shelter because it was too full. He watches on in mingled surprise and envy as a fellow vagrant blithely breaks a window and waits to be arrested, thrown in jail for the sake of shelter from the rain.

Robert Holt does not throw a brick with him. Robert Holt is too shackled by his ingrained sense of If I Follow the Rules, If I am a Good Citizen, I Will be Helped.

He isn't. He walks away into the rain, still starving, still scraped off the edge of society, shooed like vermin. He reaches the Beetle's home with its window ajar. He slinks in.

And then is immediately preyed on by the Beetle, his free will suddenly ripped away, ordered to strip and walk and talk and die and live and rob and generally be violated on every mental and external level. He is literally so low as to be overpowered and stepped on by an insect.

But Holt isn't immune to his own (read: Marsh's) callousness. He refers to the Beetle, who is an Egyptian visitor here for revenge reasons, in some fairly ugly terms. How much we can shrug off as being a fear/disgust response versus being Conditioned to Other Anyone Not Anglo-Saxon Enough is up in the air in-universe.

The frustration here is that between this opening and the future cast members' rancid treatment of Holt, who tries to help and warn them, and of the Beetle, met with disdain simply for being a foreigner in England before one chitinous move can be made, there could have been SO MUCH to play with in terms of...

Human beings reduced to pests not worth dignity or care because they are Poor, they are Homeless, they are the Lowest Rung of Society, they are Foreign, they are Dirty and Different from What's White Right

The examination of in-fighting of 'verminous' people. Figurative insects living underfoot in supposedly civilized countries, now preying on and demeaning each other rather than extending the empathy they were never shown by polite*** society

Spotlighting the brutality and villainous aspects of our group of well-to-do "heroes", the main cast being mixed up in building genocidal weapons and plotting asylum stays for romantic rivals and hypocrisy and so many layers of bigotry it makes your eyes ache

A better version of the story in which the aforementioned genocidal weapon, a killer gas to be used on South America for some fucking reason, becomes the focus of the story--bonus points for the accidental 'bug spray' comparison to be made--with the potential of the Beetle and Holt switching tracks from singular vengeance and/or the desperate thwarting of this fruition; knowing that the existence of such a thing would be a prelude to 'dealing with the vermin problem' on a terrifying scale. Perhaps by making use of a new kind of 'shelter.' The insects become the heroes, the polished creme of England now turned to fertilizer.

...a better version that might have Holt ending the story with his own metamorphosis, but as a Gregor Samsa with actual strength and will of his own, and acceptance waiting for him on the other side of the change.

But no.

Richard Dickard Marsh couldn't be bothered to reach beyond squeezing out a Sydney Atherton-shaped turd onto the typewriter and calling it done.

It's so, so, SO goddamn infuriating as a storyteller to find the seeds for something that would have been amazing and groundbreaking, especially for its time period, only to see the whole thing salted and burned until all that's left is racist caricatures, a trashfire of a plot, and the most eye-watering syntax ever put to paper.

#in which I am Bitter about the Beetle #the beetle #richard marsh #I hope he's being eaten by scarabs in the afterlife

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kcitx · 5 months

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OH MY FUCKING GOSH!!

rant about NUZI HATERS!! mb. Anyway, let’s start, people who say Nuzi Dni sound like the stupid fucking people ever oh my gosh! “Nuzi Dni! Nuzi Do Not Interact!” I am going to shove a beetle up ur ass. Jay kay! Anyway, yeah that shit is so STUPID oh my god. Like..what do you mean do not interact?? Like are you not gonna interact with Liam?? With Glitch?? With the fucking show you like?? Like..dawg what!? And why are you saying dni to a damn whole ship A CANON ONE AT THAT?! Like if it was a proship then yeah, me too bud, BUT IT FUCKING ISN’T. AND, AND LIKE DUDE, NUZI HATERS ARE SO ANNOYING?!?? Like stop commenting “Envy!” on a Nuzi post like die pls no one cares.. Never have I seen this shit happen, like USUALLY when someone hates a ship they don’t revise it with another ship, but GOSH!! ANDDD LIKE THEY’RE LIKE “Gosh, why are they adding romance to the show!” ………

ARE U STUPID DUDEUEUDJSJA!!! ROMANCE HAS BEEN INTRODUCED SINCE EPISODE ONE U fuchJa AND THEN THEY’RE LIKE “Pilot Uzi would never let this slide!” Can you kill ys?? Murder Drone fans when characters change and grow??!😱😱😱 LIKE NUZI LITERALLY FUCKING HELPS TO SHOW HOW UZI FUCKING FINALLY HAS SOMEONE IN HER LIFE AND SHE FINALLY TRUSTS SOMEONE AND UR BEING A FUCKING BITCHHH ANNNNNDDNNDNSHSNN mb.. Oh my fuck the stupidest one had to be “They killed off V for Nuzi!” ok die die die die rn! jk..!!!

sorry mb Nuzi haters are so dramatic (acting like I didn’t go on a whole fucking rant) and lame!! ALSO, this doesn’t apply to people who just don’t ship Nuzi, but like stay quiet. THIS applies to people who don’t know how to shut the fuck up!!

Mb no hate to the envy shippers i js used u for an example

anyway..hope nuzi haters see uzi and n cosplayers viciously make out and they suddenly cant say dni

#murder drones uzi #murder drones n #murder drones #murder drones nuzi #rant post

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ravewing · 1 year

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flame wings of fire headcanons because i am feeling silly .

hii everypony .. welcome back to my quarterly tumblr post

- piebald flame wings of fire . it would be so awesome it would be so cool - right handed BUT he would go out of his way to convince everyone else that he was ambidextrous . “noo ochre listen to me i can use my left hand i just dont want to . shut up ochre nobody asked” - transmasc and gay . im not wrong fellas - fatespeaker introduced him to coffee . he tells everyone he hates it but he doesnt - his mom is his best friend . he writes her letters from the hospital he works at - viper gaslit him into thinking that his eyes are slightly different colors . “oh my god pike shut up im serious my eyes are different colors LOOK CLOSER goddamn it” - speaking of pike they r 100% frenemies ,, they argue every night and then they play board games together - speaking of pike AGAIN because i love pike . flame was 100% an older brother figure to him - he probably envied carnelian for her confidence - when he and viper were dragonets they prolly had those dumb matching bff necklaces and then one time he gets pissed off at her and he throws it into the ocean (he cries afterward) - im 100% sure that he was TERRIFIED of onyx . imagine you go to school and then in your winglet theres this grown ass adult - pyrophobic after that one time the nightwings burned down the skywing guard post ,, - scared of being read because then people will think he is weak or sum . idk hes just like me ong - he and viper picked on squid ALL THE TIME . “hey squid truth or dare . i dare you to eat that pile of cow shit over there or we’ll tell nautilus that youre a pussy” - prolly hung out with tamarin a couple times . shes his therapist friend - DEATHLY allergic to red tide . the one time the talons of peace were camping by the ocean he was sneezing the whole time “flame go away youre sick we dont want you here” “SHUT UP OCHRE im not sick its my ALLERGIES” - 100% doesnt know how to handle emotions so he bottles ts up and takes it out on random ass people (usually fatespeaker) - he loves trinkets . when he was younger he’d probably scavenge for whatever he could find and then give it to his mom like those cats who bring you dead animals - cries a lot probably - shiftywing said that flame would wear an eyepatch this one time and i could not agree more - introduced pike to hot topic . “flame are you SURE i can wear a spiked collar in public . queen coral would pull out my teeth” “good i hope she does” - he used to have like one million piercings and then viper told him he looked dumb and then he cried - he was definitely a bug kid . “hey mom look at this cool beetle i found :)” “flame honey what is that get that away from me” - this goes hand in hand with the last one but ochre probably would kill bugs without thinking about it and then flame would get really mad at him and then cry - he blames himself for what happened with viper - a kinkajou and flame friendship would be so funny . scene and goth duo fr - scared of the dark

ok thats all i have for today fellas ,, im going to seaworld tomorrow and its like a three hour drive so maybe possibly expect a flame doodle dump idk

#flame wof #flame #wings of fire #wof #wof headcanon #headcanon #headcanon dump #gold winglet #pike wof #ochre wof #viper wof #fatespeaker wof #kinkajou wof #tamarin wof #squid wof #avalanche wof #onyx wof

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beanifred · 3 months

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Chapter 2: Bless'd Be the Lies that Bind

@dollarstrilogyevent Prompts: LIES and BONDS

“The way back to town is only 70 miles…”

Just like that, eh, Blondie? Just like that, after months of trusting your aim and choice of towns. Trusting your timing. What did trusting a lying whoreson like you get me? Should I laugh, or CRY, or scream at God again? No…I’m not wasting a DROP of my sweat for you. Not now…

Tuco walked until a little after sunset. The “way back to town” was actually SIXTY FOUR MILES, you gringo bastard! Well. To a DIFFERENT town.

He did not run, but walked with purpose. Once the moon rose and the temperatures fell, he would be able to rest. He knew which shadows he needed to chase, and walked until…

…There. A Saguaro. THANK YOU, TIO!!!!

His Uncle Hector taught him long ago how to survive in the desert.

That big, spiky cactus was your best friend, but you might have to run off a few other animals to claim it; sometimes even coyotes. Tuco was lucky; only a little Owl.

I’ll find you a nice mouse if you let me borrow a few things tonight!

It did not take long to cut the three strands of braided rope with the prickly, rough spines, but it felt like an eternity. The red marks around his wrists throbbed as the blood came rushing back into his hands, but his thirst was greater, still.

Luckiest-Cursed Bastard Alive, Tuco Ramirez! I am cursed with surviving.

This Saguaro still has its fruit. He bites off a piece and ever so slowly lets it dissolve under his tongue. Again he does this, and again, until he feels enough vitality return to try to find food.

The desert beetles come out at night; they’re bitter, but he swallows them without gagging. The owl returns, having found a bat, and devours it in three quick gulps.

I envy your ability to do that, little friend. My stomach would turn inside out, and that I cannot afford.

Tuco puts the rest of the cactus fruit into his pocket. The sun will be up soon, and he HAS to make it back to town. Alive.

Cursed with Surviving. He owes me money.

Suddenly Tuco realizes that the noose is still around his neck. He pulls it off to throw it as far away as he can, but he stops and looks to see. The uneven “cut.”

You punished me for your own failings, Blondie. You punished me, just like Pablo did.

Pablo didn’t like that Uncle Hector taught him things. Pablo tried to teach him to read, but the letters just ran away from the page. Tuco thinks in pictures.

Tio understood that! Tio knew that I wasn’t dim witted.

Hector taught Tuco how to change the weight of dice, and how to swap the regular ones with the quickest motion of his hands. He quizzed him on which possible card combinations he could be holding when they played five card draw.

Hector showed him how to kill a rich man’s chickens or pigs with poison that would not harm the meat for human consumption. Then, if a poor boy came begging, the “bad meat” would be quickly handed over EVER so generously.

Hector guided him to always be alert for opportunity, because the Land was fickle and the Governments miserly with the likes of them. Clay fields didn’t drain, or crops died without water, and their own animals died or were taken.

“Farmers scrape and bow and grovel to the majordomo for the water supply and to the local government, whoever happens to be in charge that month. Then, one army requisition officer says ‘we need your grain for this cause,’ and another says ‘for that one,’ and then the bandits take what the army leaves behind!” That’s what Tio helped me to see. While Pablo wanted me to read almanacs and holy books and supply catalogs.

And then, that night. Was I 12? I couldn’t even shave yet.

Another full moon. He’d been so EXCITED at the prospect of helping Tio Hector with a bigger “enterprise.” But it was Pablo that came running towards the appointed waiting place, grasped him by the shoulders, and told him that he was in danger. He needed to run.

And I did. Into the desert. But I CAME BACK. And when I came back, Hector was gone and Pablo had joined the church. I KNOW he gave Tio up to the law, and left me to care for our parents. To order from catalog pages whose words ran away from me.

One foot in front of the other. Tuco Benedicto Pacifico Juan Maria Ramirez walks. One foot in front of the other, knowing that he is not far from the town.

It was hot, but it had been hotter in that jail. He suddenly remembers a time, when they lit the beds on fire to get out. Tuco laughed, and felt genuinely happy for a moment remembering that other clever sonofabitch…

What was his name? Dakota? Cheyenne? Maybe I should have followed him out farther West.

West. The sun was on its way West now. But there. There was a BRIDGE, and a bridge means people and usually leads to a town with a mercantile or sutler's store. Tuco picks up his pace now and begins to run. He swears he can almost smell the water.

Words ran, and Pablo ran and Blondie left me there to die. I hope you enjoyed your head start, you bastard! You left me alive, and I warned you what would happen if you did!

#tuco ramirez #pablo ramirez #blondie #dollarstrilogyevent #dollarsfandomevent #the good the bad and the ugly

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peggy-sue-reads-a-book · 11 months

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The Garden of Innocence

pairing: Ariadne x Dionysus (flm)

tropes: angst, love triangle

cw: language

Summary: Dionysus has grown bored, preferring the natural world to his place on Olympus. His presence is continually drawn to the beautiful island of Naxos, where two mortal lovers have been stranded. Try though he might, he cannot deny his curiosity— and envy.

Artwork @hycinthrt here: (x)

Chapter 1

The new god had his mother’s eyes. Deep as softest silt, warmth like the flashing sun upon the Tigris. He had his mother’s face - the cut of her chin, the manner of lifting one eyebrow when he frowned.

His mother had been mortal.

Dionysus was bored. Like all others, he was rocks and trees, occasionally the grin of a dolphin. For a young god, who might rejoice in his feral, golden heart, he was rarely in his body. He went from childhood to wilderness as easily and without notice as a snake dips beneath wet leaves.

He liked the feeling of the sun. He was pretty sure it was his uncle. He could not remember. He had brothers. Sisters. More stepmothers than were to be numbered.

He loved his own name. How it rocked from his throat to the very edge of his teeth. The pleasant nnnnnn humming in the middle.

Today he was brown. It has just rained and he’s taken up consciousness in the shadow of a fig tree. Drip. Drip. The spanning leaves were lovely, cool. It was summer. He pooled in the soft earth. That is why he noticed the hand push the leaves aside. Laughter peeled shrill. A girl. And a man. It’s his hand.

Fuck you, the god muttered, squinting agains the harsh light. The young man cocked his ear at a sudden chatter of the birds. The hair on the back of his neck told him what his mind did not: that this was an uncanny place, that those birds sounded … annoyed. But it passed. Dionysus yawned and settled back within root and shadow. A warm breeze stirred the ground cover.

The young man tugged at a piece of fruit, slick with rain water. The girl did not have to. It fell easily into her brown hands.

“How did you do that?” he said, frowning.

She shrugged. The god’s attention was pricked.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does! I saw you. You didn’t even touch it.”

“It was ripe. It just fell off— Theseus!”

He had grabbed her, too rough, by the waist, pulling her into himself to kiss her neck, the soft place behind her ear. Her laughter was less than genuine.

“Stop- stop- stop- Theseus, I said stop!”

“What?”

“You’re scratching me. You need to shave.” Her voice was small.

“You’re no fun when you’re hungry,” he grumbles. His footfall made small dents in his wake. Worms contort and beetles skittered beneath him. Dionysus listened.

The girl’s step was lighter. The forest did not absorb her entirely as it might one of its own, yet she skimmed over its little gnarls and crags with the ease of a nymph. Brown curls bounced at her mid back. They their shine was lost to salt and weather.

The man Theseus did not slow for her. Sullen, perhaps, that a girl two heads shorter than him so easily keeps pace. Let her get winded, ask to stop.

She did not. But she pressed her shoulder to his, twining their fingers together appeasingly. Smart girl. But girls usually were smart. Dionysus was not surprised when she allowed him to lift her out of the way of some brambles. She meant to eek out his gentleness with dependence.

A flirting couple was hardly a novelty. Their youth and beauty would go to seed in a moment. Dionysus knew this, and quickly lost interest. He would leave them to what bower they may find. With an intake of breath he stretched into warm patches of fern and took a nap.

Continued: (x)

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lmk if you want to be added. Love you, mwaw :)

#greek mythology #dionysus x ariadne #dionysus #ariadne #theseus #my writing #original fiction #love triangle #slow burn #in your paradise

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