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pamsimmer · 2 months

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When I made "Lunar" someone asked for a legacy challenge for human sims. So I finally wrote one!

Since some people don't like big legacies because it takes forever to finish, I made another small legacy! Only 5 gens.

If you know my stories from twitter or my "pamsimmerstories" you know I usually use a lot of adult themes and this is not different, so be aware this can be a little dark.

TW: Spouse death, while giving birth; Drug Use, alcohol and other drugs; Child Abuse, Neglect; Infetility

LEGACY CHALLENGE: "Dream Odyssey"

Basic Rules:

Start as a Young Adult - any gender you want

Normal/Long lifespan (which one you prefer)

You can use freerealestate cheat if you want to begin.

When I put ( / ) is because you can choose what you prefer or if you don’t have said pack you can choose the base game one.

Colors are not mandatory, but it could be fun?!

Requirements: Cottage Living, University, City Living, Nifty Knitting, Horse Ranch, Get Famous, Get Together, Snowy Scape, Island Living, Seasons, Parenthood.

Mods recommendations (Not required):

McCommand Center,

UI Cheats,

Long Distance Learning,

RPO.

Basemantal Drugs

Generation 1: “Dandelions” by Ruth B.

You moved from your parents to live in a big city and go to your dream college (San Myshuno Institute)*. You’ve always wanted to be a doctor/veterinarian and this was finally happening!

One day you met the love of your life in between classes (preferably someone you met that is also at uni) you get married, but one day you caught them cheating and you feel like this is the end of the world.

So you leave everything and go to Henford on Bagley and become a farmer. You meet someone that makes you open up again and you two have a beautiful family.

*if you don’t want to use mods like the ”Long Distance Learning” by Ravasheen, you can just pretend you’re going there living in San Myshuno

Traits: Good, Animal Enthusiast/Loves the Outdoors, The last one you pick, to make things interesting, pick a bad trait like high maintenance

Career: Start as University Student in San Myshuno (you can finish it and start the career or you can just drop university in the middle of your term); End up as a farmer in Henford

Skills: Logic/Vetenerian and Cross-Stitch

Hobby: Cross-Stitch or Knitting

Aspiration: Country Caretaker

Relationship: fall in love at university, get cheated on, runaway to Henford and meet someone new. You can have children with the first one if you want to or you can wait until you meet the second sim. It’s up to you.

Color: Green/Yellow

Generation 2: “High” by Miley Cyrus

You grew up in the middle of a bunch of animals, your parent was a nature freak and you became one as well. But your kind of animal is a bit different from your parent. You love horses and you dream in live at Chestnut Ridge and have your own horse and participate in competitions and earn money from it.

You find love, but when your wife is giving birth to your baby, she dies (your sim could be a woman and you use cheats to make her pregnant and if you don’t use mods as RPO/Pandasama you can also cheat to kill the sim).

[The Sims 4 killing cheats: [death.toggle true - kill your Sim] I've never used it, so I don't know if it really works]

So you see yourself as a single parent juggling between parenting and taking care of your horse and participating of competitions.

Traits: Horse Lover, Rancher, the last trait you choose.

Career: Autonomous as Horse Competitor, you can try odd jobs as well

Skills: Riding, Painting/Nectar Making

Hobby: Painting/Nectar Making

Aspiration: Championship Rider

Relationship: Meet someone, become a widow/er. You can find love again if you wish.

Color: Orange

Generation 3: “No Love In LA” by Palaye Royale

When you were born your mother died and you never met her. Your other parent was always busy with his horses and competitions that you now hate Chestnut.

You want more for your life. As soon as you age up, you go to Del Sol Valley and you’re finally able to follow your dream of becoming a star! You want to be a famous actor/actress. But not everything is like you thought it would be, you thought you would become a 5 star celebrity quickier than you did. But you never give up.

Find a celebrity and get married to them just for fame (I guess you’re gonna need cheats for them to meet).

[Modify Relationship

You'll need the full name of your Sim and the celebrity Sim (or vice versa). If it doesn't work, try " LTR_Friendship_Main" at the end.] (I also never tested this one...but in case you don't have mods, try this)

One day you’re gonna meet someone who’s a nobody and fall in love, you’re gonna cheat on your partner and get pregnant/get someone pregnant.

You have two choices:

leave your spouse and be with your love or

stay in a unhappy marriage and pretend the cheating never happened (if your sim is a male, never talk to the pregnant sim again and one day a child shows up at your door, this is gonna be the heir. And if your sims is a female, pretend the kid is your husband’s child. It doesn’t matter, you’re gonna fail as a parent no matter what).

Traits: Self-Assured, Ambitious, and a bad trait of your choosing

Career: Actor

Skills: Acting, Dancing, Photography

Hobby: Photography and also dancing, go to nightclubs often, drink a lot (if you don’t play with mods pretend your sims is an alcoholic, if you play with mods like basemental your sim is definitely an alcoholic and maybe had a drug addiction, let’s go dark here)

Aspiration: Master Actor

Relationship: Marry for fame and cheat on your partner and get pregnant of impregnate someone this is how your heir is gonna be made.

Color: Red

Generation 4: “Flares” by The Script

Your parent should never be a parent.

You grew up in a spolight because of your parent, but you hate it. Everything is so fucked up and you just want to run away as far as possible.

When you become a teen, you're going to run away from home and go to Mt Komorebi, drop from school and work in a part time job.

To scape your own mind you start a few hobbies such as snowboarding/skiing/climbing.

When you’re young adult you meet someone while doing one of those things and you two fall in love. You two start a family and are very happy.

Traits: Adventurous, Loner, and a trait of your preference

Career: Teen: Part Time Job; Young Adult: Salaryperson

Skills: Two of these: (You can choose: Snowboarding/Skiing/Climbing)

Hobby: Choose two from 3 (Snowboarding/Skiing/Climbing)

Aspiration: Extreme Sports Enthusiast

Relationship: Find love when your sim is a young adult and this sim is gonna be actually happy :)

Color: Grey

Generation 5: “Light” by Sleeping At Last

Your parents were loving and you loved Mt Komorebi, but you feel like you need to run away from the cold mountains of Mt Komorebi.

When you grow up you want to live in a summery place, so you choose Sulani.

You fall in love more than once, but your relationships never work. You’re also infertile, but you want a kid so baaaad, so you decide to adopt one after years of trying.

You're going to raise a kid alone, maybe get yourself a dog as well? You want to be the best parent someone could be.

Traits: Family Oriented, Child of the Ocean, and a third trait of your choosing

Career: Any of the freelancer careers

Skills: Parenting, Flower Arrenging/Singing

Hobby: Flower Arrenging/Singing

Aspiration: Superparent

Relationship: All your relationships will fail, no matter how hard you try. One day you finally realize it and just accept that you’re going to be alone and you can be happy like this. Then you adopt a child (could be a baby if you want to) and maybe a pet as well.

Color: Blue

#the sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 gameplay #the sims 4 gameplay #ts4 simblr #simblr #the sims community #legacy challenge #small legacy challenge #sims 4 legacy

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xwitchaestheticx · 4 months

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CHAPTER ONE

The Lost Heir • Dev Update! Greetings, Esteemed Heroes! I come bearing thrilling tidings and momentous updates! Firstly, I'm elated to announce the triumphant completion of Chapter One! Hooray! Additionally, brace yourselves for the unveiling of our official character/cover art! 🤭🦋✨ Before delving into the heart of it, I extend my heartfelt gratitude to each of you for embarking on the enthralling journey chronicled within the inaugural chapter of "The Lost Heir"! Within this initial chapter, my aim was to offer a tantalizing peek into the lives of the other intriguing characters. These individuals, newly acquainted with your MC, serve as a window into their diverse personalities and abilities. As you step into this chapter anew, the power rests in your hands—you wield the choice to traverse the path of a character you resonate with. Should you choose to replay the chapter and explore an alternative character, a fresh perspective shall unfold, delving deeper into their essence and unveiling more about their life in this captivating realm! Rest assured, frequent shifts in perspective won't become customary. This narrative choice was made deliberately to provide exposition sans the cliché character introductions. Moreover, it resonates with the personas of Sarosh and Kali, individuals who wouldn't readily unveil the intricacies of their lives to a stranger. The subsequent chapter will return to the familiar format, empowering you to make choices and chart the journey of your own personal MC. This odyssey shall persist, freely accessible with the release of new chapters. However, any support via donations is immeasurably cherished. Should your experience bring you joy, kindly consider sharing it with friends and fellow enthusiasts of Interactive Fiction. Spreading the word shall nurture the vibrant growth of our community.

Play Chapter One Here

If perchance you stumble upon any errors, I humbly beseech you to bring them to my attention. My nocturnal scribblings might occasionally overlook details, and I'd be delighted to rectify them.

#interactive fiction #twine interactive fiction #interactive game #twine game #twine wip #choices #dating sim #interactive play #itch.io #the lost heir #supernatural #original character #romance options #art

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liesmyth · 4 months

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...But the Odyssey is just as much the story of Telemachus, the son of Odysseus and Penelope. It is the story of his growing up and how over the course of the poem he matures from boy to man. That process starts in the first book of the poem when Penelope comes down from her private quarters into the great hall of the palace, to find a bard performing to throngs of her suitors; he is singing about the difficulties the Greek heroes are having in reaching home. She isn’t amused, and in front of everyone she asks him to choose another, happier number. At which point young Telemachus intervenes: ‘Mother,’ he says, ‘go back up into your quarters, and take up your own work, the loom and the distaff … speech will be the business of men, all men, and of me most of all; for mine is the power in this household.’ And off she goes, back upstairs. There is something faintly ridiculous about this wet-behind-the-ears lad shutting up the savvy, middle-aged Penelope. But it is a nice demonstration that right where written evidence for Western culture starts, women’s voices are not being heard in the public sphere. More than that, as Homer has it, an integral part of growing up, as a man, is learning to take control of public utterance and to silence the female of the species. The actual words Telemachus uses are significant too. When he says ‘speech’ is ‘men’s business’, the word is muthos – not in the sense that it has come down to us of ‘myth’. In Homeric Greek it signals authoritative public speech, not the kind of chatting, prattling or gossip that anyone – women included, or especially women – could do.

Mary Beard, Women and Power: A Manifesto

#ancient greek literature #mary beard #quotes #thinking thoughts #feminism #book talk #odyssey #tagamemnon #classical literature #classics

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metalmonki · 2 months

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The Dating Odyssey: Jim

Eddie Munson/Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Jim Hopper/Jonathan Byers x fem!reader

2.7k word count

fluff, idiot reader, reader who can't say no, choose your own adventure-ish

Part 1 / Steve's Ending / Eddie's Ending

Out of all the dates you'd been on one stood out to you. You knew Jim was older then you. 25 years your senior but something felt right. After the romantic dinner, every moment feels overshadowed by the memory of that evening. The restaurant had been perfect, a quiet, dimly lit corner of the world that seemed to exist solely for the two of you. There was something about the way the candlelight flickered in his eyes, casting a warm glow that made him seem almost ethereal. The conversation flowed as smoothly as the wine, with laughter punctuating the night, creating a melody that you wish could play on repeat.

Now, days later, you find yourself unable to shake the memory of that dinner from your mind. It's in the quiet moments, when the world slows down, that your thoughts drift back to Jim. You replay conversations, dissecting every word, every glance, and every smile, as if trying to decode a deeper meaning. The taste of the wine, the sound of his laughter, the warmth of his gaze—it all haunts you in the most bittersweet way.

You try to focus on daily tasks, but mundane moments become filled with flashes of that night. A song on the radio brings you back to the moment he mentioned his favourite band, and suddenly you're standing in the restaurant again, hanging on his every word. The scent of your morning coffee reminds you of the way they described his love for espresso, and you're left wondering if Jim's thinking of you too.

The realisation hits you in waves—the way your heart seems to beat a little faster when you remember the softness of his voice, or how a simple memory can bring an involuntary smile to your face. You find yourself picking up your phone more often than usual, half hoping, half fearing he might reach out. Or any of your dates for that matter.

It's not just the memory of the dinner that captivates you; it's the possibility of what might come next. The uncertainty is thrilling yet terrifying, a delicate balance between wanting to dive headfirst into this budding connection and the fear of rushing into the unknown.

You start to notice how the anticipation of seeing Jim again fills you with a mix of excitement and anxiety. The thought of replicating the magic of that night, of finding new ways to connect and deepen your understanding of one another, becomes a constant companion in your thoughts.

As you lie awake at night, replaying the events of the dinner in your mind, you realize that this is more than just a lingering memory—it's the beginning of something profound. The realization that you're perhaps on the precipice of falling deeply for someone based on one night of shared laughter, confessions, and connection is both exhilarating and daunting.

The romantic dinner has become a turning point, a before and after in your life, marking the moment you became utterly captivated by someone who now occupies your every thought. And as you navigate through this haze of longing and anticipation, you can't help but wonder if his feeling the same way, if you're as unforgettable to him as he is to you.

Driving past the Police Station became part of your daily routine. Yet you never dared to enter the station for fear of Jim having changed his mind about you. You had already told the others you weren't interested in any further dates with them which was met with both anger and sadness. Still you couldn't bring yourself to walk through the Police Station stairs.

After driving past the station today you decided to go check out Benny's burgers. For all the time you'd spent in Hawkins you were yet to check out the burger place. Apparently it had the best burger around or at least that it was Jim had said on your date. Actually Eddie and Steve had said the same thing.

You step into Benny's Burgers, the scent of sizzling beef and melted cheese enveloping you as you take in the cozy atmosphere of the diner. Red vinyl booths line the walls, each illuminated by the soft glow of pendant lamps hanging overhead. The sound of classic rock tunes fills the air, adding to the nostalgic charm of the place.

Making your way through the bustling crowd of patrons, you find solace in a booth tucked away in the far corner. The worn leather upholstery invites you to sink into its embrace as you peruse the menu, each item tempting you with promises of savoury delights.

Caught in the throes of indecision, you're suddenly interrupted by the unmistakable presence of the sheriff. His imposing figure cuts through the crowd with confidence, his eyes locking onto yours with a knowing glint. With a nod of recognition, he makes his way over to your booth, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Mind if I join you?" he asks, already sliding into the seat across from you before you can muster a response. "I couldn't help but notice you're struggling with the menu. Let me make a recommendation."

Before you can protest, he's already flagging down a waitress and ordering Benny's Famous Beef Burger and two large milkshakes without missing a beat. "Trust me," he says with a wink, "it's the best in the country."

As you wait for your meal, the sheriff engages you in conversation, effortlessly steering the topic towards the romantic dinner you had recently. His words are laced with genuine warmth as he reminisces about the evening, recounting moments shared and laughter exchanged.

Despite the unexpectedness of his presence and the surrealness of the situation, you find yourself drawn in by his easy charm and genuine interest. In the dimly lit booth of Benny's Burgers, surrounded by the comforting hum of conversation and the tantalising aroma of food, you realise that sometimes the most memorable moments happen when you least expect them.

As the waitress sets down the burgers in front of you, the enticing aroma of grilled beef and melted cheese fills the air, making your mouth water in anticipation. You take a moment to admire the masterpiece before you, the golden-brown bun glistening with condensation, the lettuce and tomato peeking out from beneath the perfectly cooked patty.

With a sense of eager anticipation, you take a bite, and the flavors explode on your taste buds in a symphony of deliciousness. The beef is juicy and flavorful, the cheese oozing out with each bite, and the fresh toppings adding a delightful crunch. It's everything the sheriff promised and more—a culinary masterpiece that leaves you speechless.

Glancing up at the sheriff, you find him watching you with a satisfied grin, as if he knew all along that you would be blown away by Benny's Famous Beef Burger. "Well?" he prompts, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

"It's amazing," you admit, unable to suppress a smile of pure delight. "You were right, Hop. This burger is truly something else."

He nods in satisfaction, taking a bite of his own burger with evident relish. "Told you," he says between mouthfuls. "Benny's never disappoints."

As you both savour the delicious meal, the conversation flows effortlessly between you. It's as if the shared enjoyment of the burgers has forged a bond between you, breaking down barriers and allowing for genuine connection. In the warmth of the diner booth, surrounded by the comforting presence of good food and good company, you can't help but feel grateful for this unexpected moment of camaraderie with the sheriff.

And as you continue to enjoy the meal together, you realise that sometimes the best experiences in life are the ones that catch you off guard, the ones that remind you to savour the simple pleasures and appreciate the people who make them possible. With each bite of the delicious burger, you find yourself feeling more at ease, more content, and more grateful for the serendipitous twists and turns that life has to offer.

“So does this count as a second date?” You hesitantly asked Jim

“Only if you want it to” Jim smiled at you

You take a moment to study his features, the lines etched around his eyes hinting at a lifetime of experience, while the warmth in his gaze speaks of a youthful spirit that refuses to be tamed by time.

"Can I ask you something, Sheriff?" you venture, your voice laced with curiosity.

He arches an eyebrow, a silent invitation for you to continue.

"It's about... us," you begin, gesturing vaguely between the two of you. "The age difference, I mean. Does it... bother you?"

The sheriff's expression softens, and he sets down his burger, his gaze meeting yours with unwavering sincerity. "Honestly? At first, maybe a little. But then I realised something." He pauses, as if carefully considering his words. "Age is just a number. What really matters is the connection we share, the understanding, the... chemistry, if you will."

You nod slowly, digesting his words. "I suppose you're right. It's just... unconventional, you know? People might talk."

He chuckles softly, a sound that resonates with warmth and reassurance. "Let them talk. What we have is special, and anyone who can't see that... well, that's their loss."

There's a quiet determination in his voice that leaves you feeling oddly comforted. It's as if he's offering you a lifeline, a reminder that love knows no boundaries, no rules, no constraints. In that moment, you realise that age is just one small facet of the complex tapestry that makes up your connection with the sheriff—a connection that transcends time and defies societal norms.

And as you sit there, enveloped in the cozy ambience of Benny's Burgers, surrounded by the lingering scent of grilled beef and the soft hum of conversation, you find yourself grateful for this unexpected bond that has blossomed between you and the sheriff. It's a reminder that love knows no age, no limits, no boundaries—a truth that you're more than willing to embrace.

As the conversation flows between you and the sheriff, a shadow of uncertainty crosses your mind. What would his ex-girlfriend, Joyce, think of his burgeoning relationship with someone much younger? The thought lingers, unspoken yet palpable in the air between you.

"I can't help but wonder... what would Joyce think?" you venture cautiously, your voice tinged with apprehension.

The sheriff's expression shifts, his features softening with a hint of nostalgia. "Joyce..." he murmurs, trailing off as memories of their past together surface.

"She's a strong woman," he continues after a moment, his tone tinged with fondness. "We may not always see eye to eye, but I'd like to think she wants me to be happy."

You nod, understanding dawning in your eyes. "And does she know about us?" you ask, unable to suppress a note of curiosity.

The sheriff hesitates, his gaze dropping momentarily before meeting yours once more. "Not yet," he admits, his voice tinged with reluctance. "I wanted to be sure... before telling her."

You nod in understanding, sensing the complexity of the situation. Joyce had been a significant part of his life, and breaking the news of his new relationship would undoubtedly be a delicate matter.

"It's... complicated," he continues, his words heavy with unspoken emotions. "But ultimately, what matters is how we feel about each other."

There's a quiet resolve in his voice, a sense of determination that leaves you feeling reassured. Despite the potential challenges that lay ahead, you find solace in the sheriff's unwavering belief in the connection you share.

And as you sit there, surrounded by the warmth of Benny's Burgers and the comforting presence of the sheriff by your side, you realise that whatever the future may hold, you're ready to face it together. With each passing moment, your bond grows stronger, fortified by trust, understanding, and the unshakeable belief that love knows no bounds.

You decide that now is a good a time as any to tell Jim about the other dates. The confession hangs heavy in the air, the weight of your words palpable as you reveal the truth to the sheriff. His expression remains unreadable, a mask of stoicism that belies the storm of emotions swirling beneath the surface.

"You... went on dates with Steve, Billy, Eddie, and Jonathan?" he repeats, his voice betraying a hint of disbelief.

You nod, your gaze fixed on the table as you struggle to meet his eyes. "I know it sounds... complicated," you begin, your voice trembling slightly. "But I wanted to be honest with you, Jim. I didn't want to keep secrets, especially not from someone as important to me as you are."

The sheriff remains silent for a moment, his jaw clenched as he processes your words. When he finally speaks, his voice is calm yet tinged with a hint of sadness. "I appreciate your honesty," he says quietly, his eyes finally meeting yours. "But I won't lie, it's a lot to take in."

You nod in understanding, the weight of your confession hanging heavy between you. "I understand if you need time," you say softly, the words catching in your throat. "I just... I didn't want to hurt you, Jim. You mean so much to me, and I would never want to jeopardize what we have."

The sheriff's expression softens, a flicker of vulnerability shining through the facade of strength. "I know," he murmurs, reaching across the table to gently grasp your hand. "And I appreciate your honesty, I really do. It's just... a lot to process."

You squeeze his hand reassuringly, offering him a small smile of gratitude. "I'm here for you, Jim," you say earnestly. "Whatever you need, whatever you decide, I'll understand. And no matter what happens, I hope we can still be friends."

The sheriff returns your smile, a glimmer of warmth in his eyes. "Thank you," he says softly. "That means a lot to me."

And as you sit there, the weight of your confession hanging heavy in the air, you find solace in the knowledge that no matter what the future may hold, your bond with the sheriff runs deeper than any romantic entanglement. With honesty, understanding, and a shared sense of respect, you know that together, you can weather any storm that comes your way.

As the weight of the conversation begins to ease, you and the sheriff share a silent understanding, a mutual acknowledgement of the complexities of your situation. With a final squeeze of his hand, you both rise from the booth, the lingering scent of burgers and shared confessions lingering in the air.

Stepping out into the cool night air, you find comfort in the familiar surroundings of the parking lot. The neon glow of Benny's Burgers casts long shadows across the asphalt, illuminating the space with a soft, golden light. In the quiet solitude of the night, you and the sheriff stand side by side, the air crackling with unspoken tension.

With a gentle touch, the sheriff reaches out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. Locking eyes with him, you find a silent understanding reflected in his gaze—a shared moment of vulnerability and connection that transcends words.

Without a word, he leans in, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss that speaks volumes of the emotions swirling between you. In that fleeting moment, the world falls away, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of shared intimacy and affection.

Pulling back slightly, the sheriff meets your gaze with a soft smile, his eyes filled with warmth and sincerity. "I'll meet you after my shift," he says, his voice a gentle promise. "We'll continue our conversation over drinks, if your up for it?"

You nod, a surge of anticipation coursing through your veins. "I'll be waiting," you reply, your voice filled with a quiet certainty.

With one final glance, you and the sheriff part ways, each step carrying you closer to the inevitable reunion that awaits. And as you walk away, you can't help but feel a sense of hope blossoming within you—a hope that, despite the challenges that lie ahead, love will always find a way to prevail.

#jim hopper #eddie munson x reader #jim hopper x reader #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #jonathan byers #jonathan byers x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things

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johaerys-writes · 1 month

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Can I ask you about the scene with Priam?

Before this Achilles is not “sleeping,” bathing, eating, or drinking as part of his mourning process. We see him holding Patroclus’ body, a no-no as the body is “unclean.” (Also, he shaves his head, rolls in dirt, passes out in dirt, etc.) I have seen some takes about how this is part of Achilles’ mourning process for both Pat and himself and how this is him sort of losing the rest of his humanity. Then just-just prior to the Priam scene, Thetis goes to Achilles to tell him to give Priam Hector’s body. Achilles just gives in without any resistance. This is around line 130. She’s like, ‘baby you got to move on from this. Go have something to eat and fuck a woman’ (some of the phrasing here is curious, but it’s not exactly the focus of my question). I always thought this quick acceptance to see Priam was a sign of his deep depression and resignation to his fate.

But then in the scene with Priam he plays proper host. He’s eating and drinking. Then he (debatable imo) goes off to fuck Briseis. It’s like he is literally doing what his mother told him to do. So why the switch from rejecting human customs and needs to engaging in “normal” behavior? As you mentioned, these old stories function differently and don’t exactly have characters arcs with lessons learned. So like wtf is going on? What are we supposed to do with this information?

No disrespect here, but sometimes I think these reversal scenes (which happen multiple times) are just one of Homer’s co-authors/editors going off and doing their own thing and there’s really no hidden meaning at all.

Okay so first of all, I think the notion of Homer's "editors" tampering with the text is a fairly popular one in some circles, I have heard a few different versions of it and I'm not sure I agree or disagree. Most classicists whose work I've read so far, and who work predominantly with Homer, tend to take the Iliad and Odyssey at face value and to automatically assume that the works are the way Homer/whoever wrote them intended them to be. And this is the way I myself engage with the Homeric works, because I think once you go "oh that part here is nonsense, it has probably been changed by those nebulous editors" then you're so much more likely to pick and choose what you like and draw your own conclusions and I don’t think that's fair to the work and the extensive body of work dealing with that work. Ykwim? So let's just say that the Iliad as a whole, and the part you highlighted in particular, are in the fact the way the original epic is meant to be.

The last few books of the Iliad, in my opinion, are the breakdown of Achilles' character. In the beginning, despite his anger and resentment towards Agamemnon, we still see him put together and civil with everyone during the embassy scene, and then again when he speaks with Patroclus, arms him and sends him forth to fight. Then, after Patroclus dies, he loses the plot and goes on his rampage, where his grace, respect and courtesy even towards his enemies fly right out the window. Even after he kills Hector and drags him around, he finds no peace. He refuses to eat, drink or bathe and still yearns and cries for Patroclus. But then, after he sees Patroclus' shade at the beach, is where the second most important change comes about if you ask me; this is when Achilles seems to wholeheartedly accept his death. We have Patroclus' funeral, then the funeral games, where Achilles seems to once again find his nobility and grace, as well as showcase how adept he is at diplomacy and handling the other warchiefs' pettiness and arrogance. Even with Agamemnon he is generous and polite, not exhibiting any resentment towards him.

But there's something different about that scene compared to all the others imo: there is not much of the energy, fire and determination we would see earlier, even when he was grieving. He gives away so much of his treasure too; my friend Baejax and I have often talked about this scene and how it feels like Achilles is giving away his wealth because he has no need for it, since he'll be dying soon anyway. This is a man that has fully accepted that hard behind glory rides death, and that it will be coming swiftly for him.

And this is how I've always seen the meeting with Priam, tbh. For me personally, that scene has always been about grief, mortality and the cost of glory (which is the most important commodity in the Iliad universe) and a meditation on the suffering which unites mankind. Achilles talks about his homeland and the father he has left behind whom he will never again see, about the pain he has caused Priam and his people, about the gods and the ultimate lack of choice that humans have. Men must suffer, he says, and must make others suffer in a world without justice.

So for me it isn’t so much Achilles embracing again the human customs he had rejected, but instead fully acknowledging the reality of his position and resigning himself to it. I don't think that Achilles "plays" the host, so much as he extends his hospitality to Priam (which, again, very important ideal in the Iliad, it's where the Trojan war started in a way. With Paris violating the Achaean's hospitality and stealing Helen), acknowledges Priam's suffering, and acknowledges how instrumental he has been in said suffering. In that scene, killer and victim become one, and with the insight into each other’s condition comes compassion. And I think that's a powerful statement, and perhaps the most enduring in the Iliad. Soon after that, the Trojans bury Hector, which foreshadows and mirrors' Achilles' funeral as well. This "double funeral" completes the Iliad, and its overarching tragedy.

Now. The thing is that Achilles is a really divisive personality to begin with, and the scene with Priam even more so. He isn’t easy to categorise or analyse, and depending on the lens through which one sees his actions and behaviours, the interpretation could change greatly. Rachel Bespaloff in her commentary On the Iliad (which I absolutely loathe and want to tear in little pieces and burn LOL) says that "to rid himself of troublesome responsibility Achilles ducks behind fatality" during the Priam scene, and that his words to the old king are "scandalous behaviour". If you ask me, this take completely ignores Achilles' own suffering and rejects his role in the Iliad as the idealistic, honourable and rigid in his honour and beliefs young hero who almost completely loses his humanity BECAUSE of the ugliness and pettiness of war, because of that suffering, because of his own grief, because of injustice, because of bad leadership, because violence simply begets violence. And it also completely ignores the larger and overarching idea in the Iliad that death and glory, suffering and good fortune go hand in hand. And that this doesn't only apply to good and noble Priam and Hector, but also (you guessed it) to Achilles, in this final scene which is a moment of shared humanity between "enemies" and one of the most poignant in the epic.

Anyway. To conclude this tangent, no, I do not believe that Achilles simply does what his momma tells him to do, nor does he wine and dine Priam for the hell of it. I believe that this is the most depressed, resigned and desolate we see Achilles in the entire poem, a man simply awaiting his death with nothing really to look forward to in life, but who still retains his humanity and treats the people around him with the dignity and respect they deserve.

I hope this answered your question!

#achilles #the iliad #Homer's iliad #listen i just want to chase takes like bespaloff's with a baseball bat until they stop existing #no book has ever managed to raise my blood pressure but this managed it beautifully #thank god a lot of analyses I read these days seem to directly oppose it #anyway it's super fucking late and i'm barely coherent i should go to bed #patrochilles #Patroclus #priam

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greekmythcomix · 3 months

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Me, re-reading what I wrote last month: Wait, would Eumaeus have access to lentils in the Odyssey?

Me from last month: YES, you MORON, how could you EVER think that I DIDN’T SPEND HALF AN HOUR READING ABOUT THE HISTORY OF PULSES AND ANCIENT GREEK STEW RECIPES 🤬

#greek mythology #tagamemnon #greek myth #odyssey #homer #greek myth retellings #odysseus #choose your own odyssey #you are odysseus #eumaeus my love

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choicesmaychallenge24 · 5 days

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MAY 2024 PROMPTS

Have fun! Take liberties! Be weird!

Playlist Inspo

SPOTIFY || YOUTUBE

Deity Inspo

(extensive list of Dieties can be found here)

Zeus

Power, Oak tree, unfaithful

"Statistically, you've got better chances being struck by lightning"

Hera

Marriage, revenge, peacock

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"

Poseidon

Ocean, earthquakes, horses

"stormy eyes"

Demeter

Wheat fields, middle child, poppy

"...moods that changed like the weather"

Apollo

Harp, medicine, prophesy

"...like they were the sun"

Artemis

Wilderness, moon, archery

"lets go lesbians, lets go!"

Ares

War, strength, hated

"Don't be a boar"

Athena

Wisdom, strategy, owl

"You're giving me a headache"

Hephaestus

Inventive, disability, overlooked

"...Like a volcano about to erupt"

Aphrodite

Pearls, swan, passion

"You know ___ is an aphrodisiac"

Hermes

Guide, messages, travel

"That's just an eloquent way of saying, 'fuck you.'"

Hestia

Home comforts, Eldest Daughter problems, gentle

"Sometimes a family is (insert found family here)"

Dionysus

Wine, celebration, mania

"I heard it though the grapevine..."

Nyx

Mysterious, rest, starlight

"Goodnight, My Love"

Hades

Rich, death, responsibility

"who's a good puppy?"

Quotes

"You wish to be considered righteous, but not to act with justice." (Eumenides)

"Talk sense to a fool and he calls you foolish." (The Bacchae)

"Isn’t it delightful to forget how old we are?" (The Bacchae)

"I was born to join in love, not hate - that is my nature" (Antigone)

“I have no love for a friend who loves in words alone.” (Antigone)

“Have you ever been struck by a sudden desire for - soup?” (The Frogs)

Dionysus [doing everything wrong], "Like that?" (The Frogs)

“If you try to cure evil with evil, you will add more pain to your fate.” (Ajax)

“Which would you choose if you could: pleasure for yourself despite your friends, or a share in their grief?” (Ajax)

“I ask this one thing: let me go mad in my own way.” (Electra)

"Oh, it is easy for the one who stands outside the prison-wall of pain to exhort and teach the one who suffers” (Prometheus Bound)

“In childbirth grief begins.” (Medea)

"I'll take care of you."

"it's rotten work."

"Not to me. Not if it's you." (Euripides)

“Love, stealing with grace into the heart you wish to destroy, love, turning us blind with the bitter poison of desire, love come not my way. And when you whirl through the streets, wild steps to unchained rhythms, love, I pray you, brush not against me, love, I beg you, pass me by.” (The Love of the Nightingale)

“There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.” (The Odyssey)

“Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.” (The Odyssey)

FASHION INSPO

From Dolce & Gabbana

STORY INSPO

Many of these stories have different tellings and variations, embrace whichever version you most enjoy.

Echo and Narcissus (painting) (story)

Pandora's Box (painting) (story)

Arachne (painting) (story)

Hades and Persephone (painting) (story)

The Gorgon Medusa (painting) (story)

Cygnus (painting) (story)

Theseus, Ariadne, and the Minotaur (painting) (story)

Daedalus and Icarus (painting) (story)

Eros and Psyche (sculpture) (story)

Orpheus and Euydice (painting) (story)

Myth of Sisyphus (painting) (story)

Cassandra (painting) (story)

The Fates (painting) (story)

Atlas (sculpture) (story)

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My cat got put down this morning and I didn’t get to be there with her at the end. You’ve lost cats, do you have any advice for dealing with the loss of a pet?

(sigh) Peter and I have been exactly where you are on this one.

His little cat Kasha (she was always primarily His: gods know there's no altering that particular cat-mathematics once it's settled) was 12-ish years old when she had been left at the vet's to have a bladder problem checked out. The problem turned out to be a massive tumor: inoperable—and even if it had been operable, she wouldn't have survived long. "It'd be kinder to let her go without waking her up," the vet said.

And at that point there was no way for us to get to her in time to be with her when it happened. The deed was done, and we were left without even anything (—anyone, dammit) to bury.

It hurt then. It still hurts now. But there are some kinds of pain that get—with time—a little easier to bear. I say nothing of schedules: all our mileages vary. But for my own part, I'd rather have the pain than the knowledge that I was (or was purposefully making myself) incapable of it.

...Whether the loss is accidental or planned, it's no easier to deal with a pet's death than it is with a human's. It is, after all, Mortality all the way down. The only advice I can give both wholeheartedly and professionally is not to attempt to avoid dealing with it. What you resist persists (as the philosopher says), and the pain merely compounds itself with the attempts to push it away.

So grieve. Cry as and when you must. Withdraw, if necessary, when necessary. Don't let anyone shame or cheat you out of the expression of your pain. To this end, there's no legal regulation that commands you to explain the cause of your grief to people. Just say "it's a family thing, I can't discuss it" and let the storm of the moment blow through. Your grief, and your acceptance of it, is part of your pet's memorial.

And when you're up to it, enact what more physical memorial rites you can—and whatever ones you choose—to give you a place to "bury" the pain (for the body's a shell, and matters as much or as little as you choose: but pain takes much, much longer to decay). It's no accident that one of the bitterest passages in the whole of the Odyssey is when after twenty years Odysseus comes home and sees his poor broken-down old dog Argos dying on a dungheap, and (being in disguise and in fear for his life) can't openly acknowledge him.

...The rites you enact will matter. Say your goodbyes to the companion as if they were with you to say goodbye to: speak to the chair they liked, the kitty bed, the place under your desk (or on it). Commend them to the Next Thing, whatever that may be. And once this is done, take a deep breath and ...keep going. It's all we can do. But, more than usual, we can know that it's what the lost one would have wanted for us.

Meanwhile: we're both thinking of you. Hang in there.

#cw: death #cw: pet death

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justaboutdead · 3 months

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House of Leaves, 2001, and Daisy Bell (and why its not creepy)

(Fairly minor) Spoilers for House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski and 2001: a Space Odyssey by Stanley Kubrick

About 500 pages into House of Leaves, Will Navidson begins falling. Alone in the twisting labyrinthine corridors of the House, he is alone, out of supplies, by all metrics thoroughly and definitively defeated. The floor suddenly disappears beneath him and he begins to fall. And there it is, vertically stark against the white page, as many lines are in this section, falling just as he is.

“Daisy. Daisy. Daisy. Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do. I’m half crazy over the love of you. That’s not right.”

Daisy Bell was written in 1892 by composer Frank Dean under the pen name Harry Dacre. A relatively prolific composer at the time, he is thought to have written the song about Daisy Greville, the Countess of Warwick at the time, although evidence for this factoid is sketch at best, and the lyrics directly contradict this reading.

Daisy Bell is a very simple romance song that tells a very endearing story of a young couple’s romance, being unable to afford much more than the eponymous “bicycle built for two.” There’s also an often ignored line about how they will both “despise Policemen and lamps as well.” Even from a modern perspective this song feels really intimate and cute, expressing joy despite poverty, in the policemen line even expressing disgust at cops and urbanization without care for the environment.

Through a variety of circumstances, Daisy Bell, despite this global appeal, has become primarily associated with advances in computing, being the first song to be synthesized by a computer in 1961 on an IBM 7094, and references to this development persist.

The resilience of references to this accomplishment are remarkably popular, primarily due to Arthur C. Clarke and Stanley Kubrick’s 2001: a Space Odyssey in which the computer HAL 9000 sings the opening lines of the song as he is deactivated, calling back to the IBM demo, which Clarke himself had witnessed.

This rendition, and the original synthesized rendition are often described as creepy and off putting, but I find them strangely endearing. The original version represents a massive leap in computing, its few seconds of audio, and is extremely imperfect. The choice of Daisy Bell, and simple live song from a hundred years ago also helps to humanize the voice singing it. HAL 9000’s rendition is pained, sung as he looses his memory and cognitive functions in what feels like an eternity, in both novel and film. HAL 9000 is a painfully sympathetic character for me. While in the film his intentions remain fairly ambiguous, in the novel they come from a conflict in his instructions, and how he chooses to navigate around those instructions, interpreting them extremely literally being a computer.

It is clear that the intention with the character was to present an uncanny valley human-like consciousness, but honestly a lot of the time it just reads like he’s on the spectrum. He speaks extremely deliberately with awkward pacing. He reflects, in many ways my own anxieties about being excluded, as-well as a very human survival instinct. He is a bad liar, and extremely trepidatious about the task he believes he has to do. He reads in many ways as I would expect a human to in a position of such intense responsibility.

Thus HAL 9000’s final song to me Isn’t creepy, its confirmation of just how human he is. It is, distinctly, something he asks to sing, he almost reads as excited to show it off. It is fitting that the last song he sings is the first song a computer ever sung. I care way more about HAL than I do any of the other characters in the movie, despite his atrocious actions. In many ways he seems the most human, and I think that was part of the point.

My favorite rendition of the song comes from this popular lineage of synthesized version. Tamachang’s Daisy Bell from Future Music With Future VOICES is hauntingly beautiful. Composed of three synthesized voices, that of IBM 7094, Vocoder, and Vocaloid 4 Cyber Diva, as a fusion of old and new, it’s genuinely a really beautiful piece. Each voice has its own unique qualities, all of which lend the song distinctly different emotion.

The narrative I like to imagine is one i have seen dozens of comments on the song mentioning, and stems from the fact that Cyber Diva sounds far more youthful than the other two. In this framing, it is a newer computer saying goodbye to her old relatives as they die, via singing an extremely human cheesy love-song with them. All of these narratives around computers and Daisy Bell are a byproduct of our tendency to over-anthropomorphize computers.

House of Leaves, on the other hand, seeks to draw on themes completely unrelated to the long lineage of robotic Daisy Bells. My first thought when I saw the line in the novel, was of Navidson’s daughter, Daisy. I could see this having been a lullaby, sung to her as he put her to bed. I do not believe this reading to be the most compelling, however. The novel does not spend much time on Navidson’s children.

An often cited fact about the novel, and the Navidson record in particular is that its actually primarily a love story. I believe this to be a far more compelling understanding of the song’s conclusion. Will and Karen Navidson have been through hell together, and this song, sung when things seem darkest, as Navidson falls, as we latter understand, towards his wife, is the subtle confirmation, that despite everything they’ve been through, they will be ok.

House of Leaves, in general, is about, on some level, love (not just romantic) in the face of adversity, both through the lens of the Navidsons troubled reparation of their relationship, as well as Johnny’s slow collapse and our eventual understanding of his past. Daisy Bell is a perfect expression of the realization of these themes. That love can persist even when circumstances seem dire, and can in fact help you through those circumstances. A relatively simple message, but with many complexities

Thank you for entertaining my over-analysis :)

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Original synthesized Daisy Bell:

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Daisy Bell Hall 9000:

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#house of leaves #2001 a space odyssey #literary analysis #book recommendations #daisy bell #vocaloid #ibm #ibm 7094 #Hal 9000 #will navidson #karen navidson #stanley kubrick #arthur c. clarke #mark z danielewski #cyber diva #vocaloid 4 #vocoder #Youtube

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katerinaaqu · 1 month

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Now guess who got inspired by yet another Pocahontas scene for an odypen moment! Me! Hahahaha ✨️ 😆

Seriously if I were to picture a final scene for a pre-Iliad scene with Odysseus and Penelope this would be it!

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The harbor of Ithaca it was packed with people who had arrived even from the farthest village to see their king off for war. Almost the entire fleet of the island was waiting ready for the long uncertain trip. The black ships with the large sails seemed more eager to start their journey than the many men who were now saying the last goodbyes to their families and friends before boarding to the ships. Odysseus the king of Ithaca waited patiently for the preparations to finish. His royal vibrant clothes of red and crimson uniquely standing out of the crowd. Penelope the queen was standing by his side, her eyes never leaving him as if she wanted to burn every single twitch of his lips into her memory. She could tell he was trying very hard not to cry; for his people and for herself but he seemed to be failing. Her own eyes were tearful. Within her arms she was holding their son Telemachus; the most precious thing both of them had. The infant seemed calm and yet one could feel it's agitation. It was as if he could feel his father's upcoming absence. Odysseus seemed equally indecisive to board his own ship.

Polites, one of Odysseus's most trusting friends walked towards this silent scene of woe, drawing his king's attention.

"The ships are almost ready, sire. We must get on board or we'll lose the tide"

"No...wait..." Odysseus whispered. "Just a few more moments..."

His voice was shaking. Penelope knew she had to do something to break this ice. Slowly she approached. On her right was the elder queen mother Anticlea, her mother in law and on her left Eyryclea, the old slave nursemaid. That woman who helped her husband be brought up now she would take care of Telemachus when the time was right. Behind them there was Penelope's entourage of servants and slave girls. Slowly and steadily Penelope approached her husband. She lifted the baby in her arms and slowly cooed at him.

"Come on...come to say goodbye to your father...he leaves for war"

Hands shaking with emotion Odysseus took the small wrapped up creature and then everyone watched the king break for a second. He raised that small head to his own neck and embraced it tightly holding it securely in his strong hand

"My sweet Telemachus..." whispered Odysseus sobbing silently

He raised his son to his lips and kissed that soft head.

"Take care of your mother... I leave this to you both a wish and a curse... take care of her..."

The baby made a small sound and then sobbed slowly as Odysseus gave him back to Penelope. Laërtes approached his son embracing him tightly

"Come back victorious, my son...come back to us..."

Odyssey released him from his strong arms only to embrace his mother who was holding back her tears more bravely than any army.

"Mother..." whispered Odysseus, "I shall return. I promise..."

It was an empty promise and he knew it. Anticlea knew it too. Her son could easily tell a white lie if he had to. They knew there was no guarantee of his return and yet she would choose to grasp that promise like an amulet or like a spell. She knew at least her son would try. That would be enough. Euryclea was sobbing softly as Odysseus embraced his nursemaid.

"My sweet nurse I shall leave you my precious Telemachus and my wife. I shall entrust you my most priceless treasures...take care of them till I return...."

For last he left Penelope; his wife and love whom he felt he met so little! Even if she was there when he carved their bed under the olive tree that was still thriving over them; even if they both created the beautiful son she was holding. Somehow he knew he would lose a long time away. Troy was far. He needed a few months of trip and no one knew how long it would take to take the infamous city. Tenderly he touched her cheek. Suddenly all words were drowned in his throat. Penelope leaned to his touch...she kissed that hand she wetted with her tears.

"We need you here..." she whispered

"I know..."

"But you have to go..."

"I know..." Odysseus whispered again, "but how can I leave you...?"

"You never will..." Penelope murmured back, "no matter where you go I will always be with you...forever. I will wait for your return..."

Odysseus leaned back and she met him halfway. They had no idea how long they kissed but neither wanted to let the other go. Neither wished to end that moment.

"Odysseus..." Polites interrupted again

Slowly and unwillingly Odysseus let her go, her hand slowly sliding away from his till fully separated. Penelope clutched the baby to her chest watching him climb upon his ship.

"Good luck my king" said the sailor who assisted him, "may the gods join you..."

Penelope watched as her husband boarded the ship and his strong voice echoed in the harbor as he gave the order for the ship to depart. On the cue the fleet replied as the magnificent vessels began their slow journey to the open sea. The king of Ithaca was leaving...

Penelope watched as the ships became one mass just like all lives become the same at the war. She could still tell her husband's red tunic but it was becoming all the more difficult. She barely felt the hand of the old nurse to her shoulder. She could hardly feel her tears drying and falling.

"My beloved queen..."

Penelope didn't hear. She only clutched the baby to her chest, did a half turn and ran. She ran like she never had run before. Her feet seemed to have gained wings and her lungs knew no fatigue as she reached the highest hill at the palaces foot. She saw the ships leaving but she could tell the first belonged to the man she loved the most in this world. The small swallow flew by her face as the wind rose, giving breath to the sails that were taking her husband away from her.

Odysseus was leaving...and no one knew when he would come back. And yet she could see her husband looking that way. She would come back. He had to...

Odysseus looked up to see the presence at the top. The crimson veils that were flowing to the atrong wind sent by the gods had to be her. He desperately ran to the back as if he expected to walk on air yo get closer. He ignored the calls of the sailors on the ship and he looked towards her. He knew she had to be looking at him right now... he was leaving but the look would be a promise. One way or another he would come back to her. To this life or the next...

Penelope knew she would wait for him to meet him again. To this life or the next...

The wind carried the silent promise.

To this life or the next...

Sorry guys I scribble again to the middle of the night but damn!

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fragileizywriting · 27 days

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she nearly slams the door open which is fine and great and normal because it's just something she does. it's so normal that Luka doesn't even look up in alarm from the kitchen counter, sitting on the bar stool and looking over some bills that are probably super important but not as important as the desperation that beads off of her in waves. infact, he doesn't even notice that she's there, choosing to focus really, really hard on the paper— maybe it's a noise complaint, something constant on The Liberty and her sister The Serenity, something that the Couffaines have never cared about.

"is there a kid in here?" Marinette nearly shouts.

"nope. i finished teaching a few hours ago," he replies, not exactly matching her tone. suave. normal. chill. epitome of Luka Couffaine, or rather, what people always assume Luka Couffaine is. she knows better than to assume that this alpha is completely normal.

she may be one of the biggest stressors in his life.

"so i can say this."

"presumably." a look up and he's making a face; one of humor, one of exasperation, one of what's wrong with you? say what? that ultimately leads him to continue with: "you're gripping our doorknob pretty hard."

"i'm allowed to say this," she says, ignoring him. "because there's no one except you and me in the house."

"what is it?"

"i have got to put your dick in my mouth," she sighs. a snort pulls right out of him as she whacks the front door closed, bouncing on a single ankle to pull off her sneaker from her other foot. "i've been chewing mints like a dog all afternoon trying to stop it, i'm sick of it. take your jeans off. get your dick hard."

"seriously?"

"blow job time."

"seriously?" he asks again, mouth split right open in a giant grin.

"Luka," she offers, staring at him with one sock, one barefoot, her shorts halfway down her own legs while she pulls her hair right up into a ponytail. "if you don't help me in this odyssey, i will drool all over your zipper and rust the metal so that you'll never be able to take your jeans off ever again."

"what if i didn't help you?" there's a glint in his eye. boyish. teasing. daring. a big ol alpha like him shouldn't fear a small omega like her, but he likes pressing her buttons, and with Marinette, everything he does to her is considered a button press. just jamming all of his huge fingers all over her. "make you work for it."

"Luka," she warns again, something akin to a growl. "i am horny. i spent the entire day at work thinking about your stupid balls. how ridiculously appealing your boxers make your legs look."

"take off my pants for me, then."

she narrows her eyes. "i'm willing to use a seam ripper."

"won't make a difference. these jeans already have so many holes in them." he gestures to the couch, something smug about the pull of his lips when he shows his fangs in such a handsome smile. "come on, Kitty. show me what you've got."

#speakizys #4am ginseng tea

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silenzahra · 4 months

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If someone (me) wanted to get into the super mario games. Which one would be a good one to start with? Or which one is most fun :)

Hey there! First of all, thank you so much for asking, and sorry for keeping you waiting for so many days! 😅

It kinda depends on your taste or what you're looking for! For instance, if you're into 2D/platform games, you should definitely try Super Mario Bros. 3 and Super Mario World! I'd say they're the best classical 2D Mario games, with lots of different levels, secrets, power-ups and of course, lots and lots of fun! ✨

In case you'd rather play a 3D/exploration game, I'd go with Super Mario Odyssey indeed! It's such an AMAZING game! 🤩 The kingdoms are very varied, wide and beautiful, there are lots of minigames during the adventure, and there are also maaaaaany easter eggs from other Mario games, which could make you want to try some of them as well 🤭 I also love the way Mario Odyssey, despite being a 3D game, includes some 2D parts as well. It's so perfect! 👏✨

Also: yes, Mario can change his outfit. And yes, he can dress as a bride. Best outfit in the game indeed! 👏

And last but not least, if you're into RPG games, you have a bunch of games to choose from! The original one was Super Mario RPG, which recently got its own remake for Nintendo Switch, and there's also the Paper Mario series, from which I absolutely LOVE the first three games, being my personal favorite Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door. Which is getting a remake this year, btw! Can't wait to replay it! 🤩✨

Continuing with the RPGs, I cannot leave without mentioning my very first and favorite Mario RPG game ever: Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga. This game was released 20 years ago for GBA and got a remake in 2017 (I believe) for 3DS, and it's now available to play through Nintendo Switch Online, and I'm giving it my millionth replay because I LOVE it! It's full of humor, originality, a very interesting story full of plot twists, amazing and charismatic characters (Prince Peasley my beloved!), and best of all: sweet and cute moments between the most adorable brothers EVER! 🥹❤💚 It's absolute PERFECTION, so if you're into RPG games, I highly recommend you give it a try! 🤩✨

Of course, out of the main 2D/3D Mario games and the RPGs, you also have some spin offs like Mario Kart, Mario Party, Mario Tennis... I'd personally go with Mario Kart 8 for Switch and Mario Kart for GBA, and Mario Tennis for Game Boy and GBA, since they're so much fun! I'm not much into Mario Party games, but I've enjoyed the ones I've played, so I'd recommend you check them out and see for yourself which one catches your attention! 🥰

And of course, there's the Luigi's Mansion series! It's about catching ghosts in haunted mansions, and there are three of them. The first one holds a very special place in my heart, and the second one is getting a remake this summer, but I'd say the third one is my favorite, and the most complete out of the three! It's also a 3D/exploration game, and it has lots of puzzles to solve and 15 different floors to explore, so check it out as well if you haven't yet! 🥰

And Luigi is such a cutie OMG 😭💚✨

So yeah! I know this is kind of a wide answer with lots of options, but I guess I'd recommend you a game for each category, as it all depends on what you're more interested in 🥰

Thanks agains for asking! 💖

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