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phoward89 · 1 month

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Based on this ask & this ask Series Masterlist

Soft!Dark!Coriolanus, Dark!Coriolanus, StepDaddy!Coriolanus, Stepcest, Stepdaughter!Reader, Daddy Kink, Smut, DDLG, drug use reference, cougar/cub relationship, older man/younger woman

Chapter 1:

Your mother, recently widowed for the second time, sat you and your younger brother down on the living room sofa because she had an important announcement to make. She even had your older brother, who was serving as an officer for the Peacekeepers in 12, on video call for the special announcement.

An announcement that would change the rest of your life.

“Children, I'm getting married to the Head Gamemaker Coriolanus Snow.”

“What the hell?...” Your younger brother, Darius, trailed off in disgust.

“Mother, I went to the Academy with that guy! He's too fucking young for you!” Your older brother, Rein, shouted.

“Oh my God, you're a cougar!” You exclaimed, trying but failing not to laugh. You found it a bit funny that your mother has managed to snag a man your older brother's age. Who would've thought. Maybe all those facelifts paid off after all…

“Will you children stop it?” Your mother scolded all three of you. “Coriolanus is a nice man who's about to declare a Senate run. He's very successful and mature for his age.”

“Sounds like he's freaky to me.” Darius, who was 13, remarked.

Oh, if only you all knew how ‘freaky’ Coriolanus Snow was. And he wasn't truly into cougars freaky either.

Snapping his fingers, causing the screen on his end in the Peacekeepers base to crackle, Rein said, “Lil bro’s right, man has to be freaky to wanna marry somebody old enough to be his mother.”

“Maybe he really likes her.” You shrugged, trying to put out any fanning fires before they flare up.

Oh boy…if only you knew who Coriolanus really liked. And it wasn't your mother, that's for sure.

“Or maybe he's marrying her for father's money?” Darius popped up with another theory.

“He was named Strabo Plinth's heir for being best friends with the man's only son. I don't see why mother's money would mean anything to him.” You told everyone, since you didn't think that a rich man would be a gold digger.

“Coriolanus Snow was always a shifty bastard.” Rein spat out in disgust. “Walked around with a stick up his ass in the Academy.” Your brother mocked the blonde your mother's now engaged too. Leaning in closer, so that his face was almost pressed up against the camera screen, he revealed, “Heard that he was given an extremely early discharge instead of being shipped to 2 for officer's training- which I'm glad for cause I would've strangled that pompous motherfucker if I had to do my training with him- cause Plinth desperately needed an heir.”

Your mother shook her head, only to order in a fed up tone, “Will all of you calm down? Whether you like it or not, I'm marrying him and he's going to be your stepfather.”

A week before the wedding you moved into Coriolanus' penthouse. It wasn't the 12th floor Corso penthouse he was raised in either. No, it was a new top floor penthouse in downtown Capitol City; in one of the Luxe Buildings. Actually, it was in the same building your friend from the Academy, Odysseus Odair, lived in.

When the Avox answered the door, your mother strolled on in like she was a queen. “Coriolanus, we're here!” She called out to your soon to be new stepfather as you and Darius walked inside of your new home.

“Rein’s right, dude looks shady as fuck, sis.” Darius whispered to you as Coriolanus came strutting down the hall in a deep red 3-piece suit, hair short on the sides and slicked back in a tight coif. “I don't trust him as far as we can throw him.”

“Be nice. He makes mom happy and he looks-” You began to tell your baby brother, only for him to cut you off with, “If you dare try to tell me that he looks happy too, then don't.” Looking between Coriolanus giving your mother a peck on the cheek, which looked more like the kiss of Judas then affectionate, and you, Darius said, “He looks like what I imagine Lucifer did before he fell from grace.”

“Don't call him Lucifer.” You chastised your brother.

“What? If the name fits…” He sing-songed with a shrug.

Coriolanus said something to your mother, only to shoo her down the hall before making his way over to you and your little brother.

“Here comes Satan.” Darius quietly whispered, never moving his mouth- much like a ventriloquist.

Coming to a stop right in front of you and your brother, Coriolanus flashed you a smile. One that was too sweet, too wide, showing off too many pearly white teeth. “Y/N.” He greeted you, your name dripping off his tongue thickly, causing your heart to race. If he was handsome looking at a distance, hell…he's hotter up close. And the way he just said your name? Holy shit…

Turning to your brother, Coriolanus’ face turned to stone. His voice was cold and clipped as he greeted him with a backhanded, "Oh, Darian isn't it?”

“Darius.” Your brother quickly corrected the tall platinum blonde looming over the two of you.

“Ah, yes, that's right.” Coriolanus nodded his head in a dismissive way. “Darius, the Avox will show you to your room.” He told your brother before snapping his hands and ordering the nearby Avox to, “Show Darius here to his room. Also, make sure his things are unpacked.”

The Avox took your brother upstairs to show him to his room while Coriolanus gave you a lingering look. A look that made your stomach do somersaults.

“I'll show you around your new home.” He told you, placing his hand on the small of your back and guiding you across the room.

“Thank you, but you don't have to do that. I know you're busy with your upcoming Senate campaign.”

“I'm your daddy now, my sweet baby girl, and daddy’ll always have plenty of time for his baby.” Coriolanus told you with a glint in his icy eyes and a husky tone in his voice. Perhaps too husky…

You didn't say a word, just let him show you the living room before bringing you into the kitchen. “We have a cook, so if there's anything special you want don't be shy to request it.”

“Is our housekeeper, Marisol, here?” You innocently asked, since you didn't see the woman (originally from 2) in the penthouse. You had assumed she'd be moving with you, since she lived with your family in your old townhouse.

“Yes-” Coriolanus heavily sighed while directing you out of the kitchen. “About that. Well, she missed her family back in the districts so she decided to go back.”

That was a lie. Marisol didn't decide to go back to 2. Coriolanus sent her back. In a pine box. Because she was too dangerous to be kept alive and around you. She cares about you too much, was warm and motherly to you. He knows that the former housekeeper would warn you away from him. Hell, would probably fight him- all to protect you from his plans.

Yes, his dark plans to finally have you.

And by have you, well, Coriolanus wants to take your innocence. He wants to be the first and only man to fuck you. He wants to be your lover, your confidant, your other half, your man.

He can't have some District 2 immigrant housekeeper ruining his plans either. Not when everything's perfectly set in place.

Yea…

Coriolanus isn't marrying your mother because he likes her, he's marrying her to get close to you. All because he's obsessed with you. And the thought of having you call him Daddy while he pounds your pussy drives him wild.

You could say that Coriolanus has a bit of a daddy kink. One that he plans on enacting with you real soon. You're 18 and you'll be graduating from the Academy soon. Now's the perfect time to get everything he wants.

After seeing the first floor of the penthouse (yea, the grand thing has 2 floors!), which included your mother sitting out on the patio deck with a cocktail in one hand and cigarette holder in the other, Coriolanus led you up the sleek, modern staircase- that had a glass wall bannister. Instead of leading you to your room, he took you over to the balcony- which had a glass wall as a railing.

“All of this is yours, my darling.” Coriolanus whispered, breath hotly fanning your ear, as his hard muscled chest pressed against your back. His large, calloused hands were on top of yours, which were holding onto the railing, as you looked down at the first floor of the penthouse. He nuzzled your hair with his prominent nose while letting out a husky promise off, “Anything you want, you desire, Daddy’ll get it for you, sweet baby girl.” His thumbs run over your knuckles as he lightly grinds his hard bulge into your ass. “Daddy’ll take such good care of his precious baby girl, now that you're all mine.”

Your brain began to explode. What the hell?! What's going on?! Is your stepdad (well soon to be stepdad in a couple of weeks) coming onto you? Yes, he's your older brother's age (they went to the Academy together), but he's marrying your mother. This can't be happening!

Oh, but yes, yes it is.

It's happening!

Coriolanus, knowing that he has to show you to your room, pulled away from you. You let you a breath you didn't even know you were holding, but you also felt a slight tingling feeling between your legs. A dampness. You know it's wrong it let Coriolanus words affect you so strongly, but they did.

“Come on, Y/N.” The platinum blonde god of a man told you, grabbing your hand and dragging you away from the balcony. “I need to show you to your room.”

“Okay.” You simply said, voice trembling a bit from the slight ache in your core.

Damn him for turning you on just a moment ago.

Coriolanus smirked at hearing the slight tension in your voice. He liked that he was making you all hot and bothered. Having such power over you thrilled him, gave his already too big ego a boost.

He pointed to a bathroom, only to tell you that it was yours before coming to a stop at your room. Across from your room were intricate French doors, trimmed in gold vining roses. With a wolfish grin, Coriolanus gestured to the doors across from your room and told you, “That's my room, my darling.” Pinning you to your door by holding your hands above your head in one of his large hands; leaning his head to ghost his lush lips over the shell of your ear, he huskily coos, “It's my room, all mine, so you're allowed to come in and spend time with me anytime you want.”

“But-” You began to object to his forward come on, since he was marrying your mother soon, but he cut you off by placing a finger on your lips. Grinding his hard bulge, which was very sizable, into you, he lustfully declared, “My room’s my own, sweet girl, so I assure you that we won't get caught.” Your eyes went wide, causing him to nibble at the sweet spot behind your ear. “I know you want to fuck me as badly as I wanna fuck you, Y/N. I can hear your labored breathing and can feel you clenching your thighs; they're rubbing against my legs.

“Coriolanus, you're marrying my mother and you're-” You began to try and reason with him, only for him to grab your chin in his hand. Squeezing it harshly, he confessed, “I don't care about that old whore. Helenium’s only a means to an end; you're the one that I want. That I crave, that I want to bury my cock deep into; fuck full of children.”

“We can't do that, Cor-” You started to say, only for him to curtly cut you off with, “Call me Coryo or Daddy.” Caressing your cheek, he lustfully smiled, “You'll be calling me Daddy while I fuck you, baby girl.”

Oh boy…you're in for it now.

You felt the heat pooling deep inside of you. Your pussy ached with such want, one that you've never felt before. And even tho you knew it was wrong, you needed relief. God, you needed to find a way to get yourself alone in your room so that you could play with your pussy.

As if he could read your mind, Coriolanus rolled his hips against yours, causing you to stifle a moan, while telling you, “You want to hide in your room, fuck your fingers, but you don't need to do that anymore. Not when you have Daddy to fuck you; make you feel good.”

The offer was tempting, but there was just one catch.

“I'm a virgin, Coryo. I-” You began to explained, only for Coriolanus to press a kiss to your lips, shushing you. All words died on your lips, causing Coryo to rest his forehead against yours and say, “Don't worry, sweet girl, Daddy’ll pop your sweet cherry when you're ready.” Your heart raced in your chest as he told you, “Daddy'll feast on your pussy, finger fuck you, and teach you how to suck cock- like a good baby girl- tonight.”

The sound of a doorknob turning and a door beginning to open caused Coriolanus to back away from you- as if he’d been burned- and scurry off into his room, leaving you leaning against the door of yours, as a nearby door slammed shut followed by footsteps coming up the hall. You just sighed, turned around, and went inside of your room.

You expected to see your things in your room, or at least boxes with your things in it, but instead you're met with a room that was baby pink. Actually, it wasn't just baby pink, but it was covered in girly decor. The furniture was white, the duvet was pink rose print, the satin sheets pink, and the pillow cases pink roses with pink ruffles. A large white mirror sat on top of a white vanity that had a vase with a single white rose perched on it, along with white pearls, and a silver compact. You also have a wooden hair bow organizer on the wall filled with bows and ribbons in various shades of white, cream, red, pink, and rose prints.

And when you inspected your closet, to see if maybe your clothes were unpacked, you noticed that you had an entirely new wardrobe. Instead of your usual clothes, your large walk-in closet was now filled with mini skirts, dresses, blouses, and sweaters in various shades of cream, white, and pink. There were even a few red items amongst the mix too. And all of your shoes were replaced with Mary Jane’s in a few different shades and a pair of designer black kitten heels. You know, the ones with the red bottoms. And don't forget about the shelf filled with designer handbags in every size in the colors of white, cream, pink, and red.

Yes, red! You had about 20 new handbags and at least 5 of them were red!

Oh my God, Coriolanus did all of this for you…

It made your head spin.

A knock sounded at your door, causing you to call out a simple come in. You expected Coriolanus to strut thru the door, but instead your little brother, Darius entered.

“Sis, daddy dearest is a fucking whackbag. He gave me a closet full of new, snobby clothes and a handbook on how to behave properly like a Snow.” Darius told you as you sat down on your vanity chair. Taking in the decor of the room, he huffed, “And he's made you the croquette aesthetic princess.” Shuddering, he waved his hand about and said, “The walls look like they've been painted in pepto bismol.”

“Darius, stop. He's just trying to be nice.” You defended Coriolanus without even thinking twice about it.

Did you secretly desire the forbidden fruit? The man whose obsession with you has led him to marry your mother. Just to get you under his roof; in his bed.

Yes.

Yes you did.

And whether you fully know it yet or not, you're sneaking into his room tonight to see if he's bluffing about what he wants to do to you.

Wandering around your room, Darius scoffed. “There's nothing nice ‘bout Satan, sissy.”

“Don't call Coryo Satan, Darius.” You scolded your brother as he opened up your dresser drawer.

“Coryo?” He asked, brow raised. “I see he managed to win you over. What'd he do, promise to give you your own black Amex?” Darius sarcastically asked, only to slam the drawer he was rooting thru shut. “That sick fuck gotcha a lingerie drawer full of lacy stuff.”

“I doubt he got it. Maybe his cousin picked them out for me, she is a stylist.”

“Yea, maybe.” Darius nodding, all the while making a mental note to keep an eye on how your new stepdaddy acted around you.

Mhm…

After seeing that panties drawer, well, your little brother didn't trust Coriolanus around you. Not that he trusted the guy to begin with.

Late that night, when everyone was asleep, you found yourself in Coriolanus' room; writhing in his bed with his head buried between your legs. Your hands clutched his platinum blonde curls tightly, letting out little mewls as he lapped at your soaking cunt. His nose bumped against your clit, causing your hips to buck-chasing your pleasure.

“Oh…Daddy…” You moaned as he began to messily eat our pussy, his head moving side to side vigorously. Oh god, could Coriolanus eat cunt. He was a natural at it; born to do it. And his skill was going to make your eyeballs roll into the back of your head, was going to make you cum for a third time.

The first time he made you cum was when he had you pressed against his bedroom door, panties pulled to the side with his long, large fingers stuffed deep inside of your pussy. The second time he has you cumming was just moments ago, when he was tongue fucking you.

Coriolanus loved hearing you call him Daddy in the bedroom. It made his hard cock even harder, of that was possible. It was such a turn on. Yes, it was dirty and taboo to be fucking with his soon to be stepdaughter (twisted even), but he didn't care. Coriolanus always did what he wanted; society be damned.

Hell, with his silver tongue he had turn society to his will. Make and change the rules. So, he's not worried about the Capitol finding out about his dark, kinky side when it comes to you- his sweet little stepdaughter. His baby girl.

He's got a plan in place of how to navigate his marriage and the corruption of you. Eh…he doesn't plan on being married that long. He just needs to find the opportune moment to get rid of your mother. Of course, after he's married to her for a little while (just long enough to get his grubby hands on all of her money; her assets, and your brother's inheritance that he tricked her into signing over to him in an updated will).

Coriolanus poisoned your first stepfather, General Prometheus Byzantine because he refused his offer of courtship for you. The General laughed in his face; told him that he'd get to you over his dead body. He also told Coriolanus that his stepchildren (you and your older brother, Rein) would not be inheriting anything from him or your mother, that your little brother, Darius, would get it all. That Coriolanus was better off finding a proper Capitol girl- perhaps one closer to his own age, to marry.

But the stoic platinum blonde didn't want just anybody, he wanted you. And he'd do anything to get you. Which’s working so far, considering he's devouring your cunt like a starving man.

“Coryo…Daddy…please…” You begged, on the verge of cumming again, as you felt the knot burning low in your depths begin to tighten

Resting his head against your thigh, he lustfully told you, “Daddy's got you, baby girl. Daddy's gonna make you cum again.”, before sucking hard and fast on your clit and pistoning two of his long fingers in and out of your cunt; curling them just right to hit that spongy spot deep inside of you.

And while your chest is heaving, moans are spilling out of your mouth, and your hips are bucking like wild, Coryo’s feasting on you like your cunt as if he hasn't eaten in years. Your juices taste so good to him, so intoxicating. He can honestly say that your pussy’s the best he's ever tasted (and he's eaten a lot of pussy); he'll even say that he craves it's sweet, tangy nectar on his tongue now.

Oh, and how eating your cunt has him so turned on. So achingly hard, that he's roughly grinding into the mattress, desperate to seek some relief. But the sloppier he eats you out, drawing moans and mewls from your sweet lips, the harder and faster he humps into the mattress. The silk sheets teasing his cock, which was trapped in his boxer briefs.

Suddenly, the tension inside of you snapped and you were cumming. Mixed moans of Coryo and Daddy filled the air as your hands tangled in Coryo’s blonde curls, shoving him deeper into your cunt as you rode out your high.

The scent of your cunt, your juices soaking not just his tongue, but his face, and you calling his name sent Coryo over the edge; had him cumming in his boxer briefs.

Once you relaxed and let go of his hair, Coryo got up and stripped out of his underwear (he couldn't wear cum filled boxer briefs all night) and then rejoined you on the bed. Laying next to you, he held his arm open- inviting you to snuggle up into his side. Having never been with a man or experienced aftercare before, you just stared at him questioningly. As if you weren't sure whether to slide up next to him or not.

“Y/N, my darling rose, come here.” Coriolanus instructed, patting the spot next to him before stretching his arm out again; making room for you.

“Okay, Daddy.” You nodded, scooting your body to lay flush against him.

Wrapping his arms around you and holding you close, he chuckled, “You don't have to call me that all the time, baby. Just when we're fucking around.”

“So, outside of the bedroom you're Coryo then.” You concluded, resting your head on his chest.

“Unless you want me to fuck your brains out somewhere risky, where we might get caught, then yea- save Daddy for in here.”

“So, you have a Daddy kink “ You stated, not asked, as Coryo started to run the tips of his calloused fingers up and down your spine.

“Yes, and I'm also a Dom.” He stated, as if he was telling you what degree he earned in University, before listing off the other kinks he has. “Kink wise, I'm into spit play, impact play, anal play, and degradation.”

What the fuck have you just gotten yourself into? That's a lot of stuff he's into. And, well, you have no idea what any of that stuff is.

“Oh…” You trailed off.

“Hey, little dove, I know you're new to this so don't worry about all the things I like. We'll ease you into it; even find out if you like something I haven't mentioned.”

“Okay.” You agreed, nodding against his chest. A chest that looked like it was sculpted by Michelangelo.

You two cuddle together for a tad bit longer, just talking about little things. But then, you let out a yawn and the platinum blonde man knew it was time to send you on your way; back to your own room across the hall.

It was a good thing that your mother had a master suite downstairs, otherwise all of your moaning might've woken her up. Unknown to both you and Coryo, your little brother Darius (at the age of 13) had a bit of a drug problem. He developed it shortly after his father, Prometheus, died. So, since he was strung out in his bedroom down the hall, your moans didn't wake him up. Infact, a bomb could go off and it won't wake up Darius.

Coryo had no idea that marrying your mother, a week after your first encounter with him, in a scheme to get all of her money along with your younger brother's inheritance (In order to give you what he felt you rightfully deserve) was going to give him the family the reporters, media outlets, and political opponents and rivals needed to skew his golden boy image. To screw up his Senate campaign.

Looks like the only thing Snow's landing on top of is you.

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antigorite · 1 year

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#I have polls now! this is gonna be fun #black sails

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paintdlady · 6 months

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Brb, thinking intensely about an AU where Wyll and Tav were in an arranged marriage, but then he just disappeared from Baldur’s Gate one day and Tav was just sternly told to never mention - much less think - about the Ravengard son ever again. And that was supposed to be that. A disappointing end to a rather anticipated union.

But Tav can’t let Wyll go, he plagues their thoughts late in the hour of their most sleepless nights - even seven years later. They think often about his dashing smile and the nights he spun them around a ballroom floor, of the times they giggled into their goblets of wine and may have even stolen a kiss or two when Tav’s chaperone wasn’t looking.

"One day, I will be your husband and no one will be able to tell me I cannot kiss you whensoever you ask me," Wyll had once whispered to them in the dark of a hidden alcove they had stolen away to.

No, nobody could ever hope to compare to Tav's first love, and yet none could offer anything worthy of fulfilling their noble duties to marry well and advance their house's reputation. Worse, the race to become Tav's spouse turns into something of a competition, a game, as so many lordlings and ladies come to their doorstep with hopes of claiming the Gate's best guarded jewel. They stroll in with honeyed words, glittering proposals, decadent gifts.

It's dehumanizing and terribly droll business, and Tav only manages to keep buying themself more time with promise to their parents that they will engage, truly - but only to someone who can prove they are an asset to the city, embodying everything a worthy spouse and leader should be. If their love life is to be turned into a game, they will be the master who determines the rules and what hoops any would-be suitor must jump through.

I think of the parallels between Wyll/Tav and Odysseus/Penelope, the triumphant hero and the determined lover, neither frozen in time and yet neither forgetting one another as they carry on with their responsibilities. But more importantly, I think of Tav as they are freshly tadpoled and come upon a grove full of goblins, muck on their boots and blood on their robes... and there, their once-lover leaping down upon a boulder with all the elegance and daring bravado they remember.

#i don't need to write a multi chapter fic i don't need to write a multi chapter fic i don't need to write a multi chapter fic #wyll ravengard #bg3 #k plays bg3

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kit-williams · 1 month

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Barn Anon. The Custodes thing i mentioned. Figured given what you’ve said and how they’re the Emperor’s 3 in 2 besties, advisors and guards. They’ll be more aware and while they do care for their human. There’s still some parts that’s less than pleased.

Odysseus worries about only a few things, yet they're such important things that he mind as well be juggling the world. His Master, the Emperor, how he might best serve and stop anything that might be a danger to him, his fellow Custodes, and now this fragile... primitive human.

He watches as his human sweeps the leaves that had fallen overnight. He can't understand why does he have this bond with her. He had discovered that such bonds aren't that uncommon for the Space Marines that had found themselves in this positively ancient version of Terra. He's largely content and even happy or delighted to have this special bond with his human.

Yet there's a part of him that's repulsed by this bond. He's a Custodes, one of the Emperor's Ten Thousand, he shouldn't be so affected by this! Then there was the fact that he can't just can't simply up and walk away from her and never look back. Well he could and he tried. He found himself racing back to her within a month. T-this... This must be some sort of corruption or something. He feels like he's being manipulated into staying and caring for this vulnerable human and that by doing so, he's betraying his Lord and Master.

He tightens his grip on his spear as he watches his human move back into her house. How he wishes he could just drive it into her and watch the life fade from her. He would be freed from this invisible chain binding him to her. He would be free to seek out a way to return to the Emperor. He would... shatter.

Odysseus nearly drops his spear as suddenly revulsion, guilt and shame surges through him. As if punishing him for even daring to have such thoughts. He wants to throw up. He struggles against the tide of emotion, only barely managing to tread the waters of this tsunami. He grits his teeth and rids such thoughts from his mind. As soon as he focuses on caring for his human, the tide recedes and is replaced by the warm sunlight of joy, devotion and even love.

This sudden unnatural shift in emotions is only further proof to him, that this bond isn't right. He shouldn't feel this way. But what other choice does he have? Odysseus sighs. At least humanity has yet to discover rejuvenation treatments. If he's lucky, his human would die of natural causes by the end of this century. He growls as he tries to shove aside those dark thoughts. No. If he's lucky, his human will live to see the next century.

Husbandry Tags: @egrets-not-regrets @liar-anubiass-blog @barn-anon

A Custodes... an Adeptus Custodes... a companion... and a myriad of other titles you hardly remember him giving as he eventually just said that they would be here for a good part of a month if he was to sit and list all his titles.

There were no guides or forums for you to look on for help about this... Odysseus had said as much as well... he refused to answer if there were more than just him...all he said was that there were more Grey Knights around then Custodes... and well since no one really knew how many Astartes were around.... it felt like a non answer.

You sighed as it was hard and perhaps you were a little jealous given how affectionate you saw others with their Astartes and you had a prickly and standoffish creature but you try your best to show him your affection for him back. But it felt like he was always keeping you at arms length... you hardly talked about him to others who gushed about their companions as he felt more like a roommate.

But when you come home one day you pause by the once blank wall seeing the classical beauty painted all over it making you just sit on the floor... like a bench you would sit on in the museum. You could see a seamless combination of all your favorite classical works somehow all referenced in one flowing piece.

"Your mood has been... 'down in the dumps' as you would say. So I tried my best to alleviate it. Come for dinner." Is all he said before wandering off leaving you to smile as you kick off your shoes and rush to see what he has made as you know it will be delicious!

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry #space marine husbandry sentience #barn anon #tales from the barn #adeptus custodes #Odysseus

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barn-anon · 2 months

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Odysseus worries about a few things, yet they're such important things that he mind as well be juggling the world. His Master, the Emperor, how he might best serve and stop anything that might be a danger to him, his fellow Custodes, and now this fragile... primitive human.

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#Odysseus the Custodes #space marine husbandry sentience #space marine husbandry #warhammer 40k #adeptus custodes husbandry sentience #technically

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jarondont · 1 month

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The Blood On Your Hands

CW: gore, blood, death

[i wrote this at 2 am so i apologize for any mistakes]

“Captain?”

Odysseus snapped out of his thoughts as footsteps approached him — footsteps he knew well.

Turning around, he greeted the two men with a smile. “Eurylochus. Polites.”

His best friend and second-in-command joined him at the ship’s rail, the wind caressing each of their faces and seawater landing in specks on their chitons.

Since they had left Troy weeks ago, Odysseus had been at the ship’s bow most of the time, looking out over the 600 miles of open sea to Ithaca. Most of the time, he wore a distant expression touched with longing.

All throughout the war, he had spoke of home. Now, he was finally going back.

But something was bothering him.

“What’s on your mind?” prompted Polites.

The captain sighed. “Just … thinking of home.” He turned back to face the sea, resting his elbows on the rail. “Of everyone we left back in Ithaca. Everyone I left. Penelope and Telemachus. My mother and father.” He glanced at Eurylochus. “Ctimene.”

At the mention of his wife’s name, Eurylochus’s lips curled up in a warm grin. “Ctimene.”

Polites laughed. “First the captain, now you? What is it with you two and your wives?”

That brought a chuckle from the other men.

They stood like that for a few moments, not wanting to shatter the peace. It wasn’t something they got a lot of, anyway.

Finally, Odysseus spoke. “Do you ever wonder what it would have been like if we hadn’t gone to war? If we had stayed home?”

Eurylochus shrugged. “Our lives would have been much easier.”

“We could have been with our families. Made new memories. Ten years, all gone to waste.” Odysseus shook his head, his eyes moistening. “I missed the first ten years of my son’s life. I was never there for him.”

Polites put a hand on his shoulder. “That’s not something you could have prevented. Time passes for all. Some are just less lucky than others.”

“Then we must be the unluckiest men alive.”

Eurylochus scoffed. “Tell me about it.” He looked behind him at the rest of the crew. “600 men. I’m surprised they’ll make it home in one piece, considering what the war did to our armies.”

“But what if they don’t?” Odysseus whispered. “Between here and Ithaca, it’s not going to be an easy journey. We don’t know what lurks within these waters. What if I can’t lead us all home alive? What if” — he choked on his words, tears threatening to fall.

Polites took Laertides’s hands in his own. “My friend. With you as our leader, we’re sure to make it back home. We trust you.”

Eurylochus put a hand on his shoulder. “Actually, Polites is right, Captain. If I had to choose any Ithacan to trust with my life, I’d choose you.” He smiled. “As long as we’re in your hands, brother, we’re in good hands.”

Odysseus smiled ruefully. “Thank you.”

Eurylochus clapped his shoulder. “Now, let’s get home. Full speed ahead.”

•••

Odysseus stared at the body, which lay unmoving in the sand before him.

Friend. Brother. Trust.

The pool of dark blood slowly grew larger, soaking the sand and staining it red.

We trust you.

Odysseus collapsed to the ground, dropping his sword with a thump. Faces flashed through his mind — faces of people he’d lost. People he’d let down.

600 men. We’ll make it home.

The crew. Polites. Eurylochus — but he had it coming, Odysseus thought. He brought this upon himself.

I’d choose you.

He looked away from his brother-in-law’s mutilated body, running his hand through his hair furiously. His fingers brushed over something silky. He removed it from his head and examined it.

Captain…

Hundreds of voices filled his ears. Screams of dying men, of people who had endured ten years of war to get back to their families, only to lose their lives during the journey back. Whispers of a dear friend, only to be muted out by a loud smash. Shouts of an otherwise trustworthy brother as he raged one final time. The voices got louder and louder, making Odysseus squeeze his eyes shut and press his hands to his ears — until they suddenly went silent.

And then the soft giggle of an infant.

The blood on your hands is something you can’t lose. All you can choose is whose.

Odysseus buried his face in his hands and gave in to the sobs.

What have I done?

#the blood on your hands #epic #epic the musical #epic: the musical #the odyssey #odyssey #odysseus #eurylochus #polites #da pancake #(i'm sorry)#fanfic #cw gore #tw gore #cw blood #tw blood #cw death #tw death

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hamletshoeratio · 3 months

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Pride was Theseus' fatal flaw.

He abandons Ariadne, the literal only reason he survived the labyrinth, because he feels he can do better or because he doesn't want to acknowledge that he couldn't defeat the minotaur and survive the labyrinth alone. He gets so caught up in his victory that he forgets to raise white flags so his (mortal) father knows he survived, and said father throws himself into the sea in despair and dies thinking his son is dead. Becoming King of Athens as a result of that, he becomes a tyrannical king because of his pride and because a toxic friend uses his pride to manipulate him. Where once he was brave and cared for other people, only attacking after first being attacked, after meeting Pirithous, he began doing dangerous and cruel things without thinking about the consequences of his actions. He becomes cruel and self-serving. He kidnaps a thirteen year old Helen of Sparta, intent on making her his wife (never mind the wife he already has) because she is a beautiful daughter of Zeus, the most beautiful girl on the Earth, who else would be worthy of her?, he thinks. He tries to help his friend kidnap Persephone, a goddess in her own right, so that they both can be married to daughters of Zeus, who could stand in their way? Hercules saves his ass from Hades' punishment, but even despite all of the above bullshit, the Gods still don't abandon him. Not until he murders his own son do they abandon him. He kills his son out of jealousy and out of pride. Now he's old, and his own people despise him, even the gods have abandoned him, so he decides to try and be a hero again. He fails. He's lost everything because of pride. Eventually, he is either pushed or he himself jumps (depends on the retelling) into the sea and drowns. If he was pushed, he was too proud and thought that he couldn't be tricked. If he jumped, maybe he was too proud to believe that his father had abandoned him, or maybe he realised his fatal flaw, realised the devastion that he left in his wake as a result and couldn't live with it.

Theseus represents the worst aspects of Poseidon. He's possessive, temperamental, violent, selfish, impulsive, and all-consuming. He doesn't take no for an answer. He's too proud. If Poseidon is anything, it's a prideful god. See the Odyssey, where he has a long vendetta against Odysseus for killing his son. See the Illiad where he sides the Greeks because Laomedon, the mortal King of Troy generations before Priam, Hector and Paris, promised a temporarily mortal Poseidon great reward for building the walls that would later protect Troy from the Greeks for over a decade, then when the task was done told him that setting him free is the best reward that Poseidon could hope for. Posedion took every opportunity to attack Trojan ships and even sent a blood thirsty sea serpent to terrorise the city. There's countless stories where Posedion's pride is the driving force behind them.

Pride is not all that Posedion is, but it's one of his faults.

Do you understand how significant his surrender is? Because I do and it's driving me insane. He sets it aside and he surrenders to his brother, a brother who once took his powers and made him mortal, the brother who is the very last person in the universe he would ever want to submit to. He does it to save Percy because Percy matters far more to him than his pride.

Posedion is one of the Gods who have grown the most since ancient times. He's no Saint and he will never be one, but he's calmed, he grown, he can now set his pride aside.

It's probably why Kymopoleia was banished (she deserves better from Rick because she is full of untapped potential and ngl hoo did her dirty and I can and probably will rant about it someday just not in this post), because she reminded Posedion too much of his dark side, a side he isn't indulging in as much because he's not conspiring to steal Zeus' throne, because as far as we know he doesn't have any vendetta currently ongoing (other than doing significant damage to Florida when Hera kidnaps Percy in tlh).

We do see Posedion set his pride aside for Percy in the books, in the last olympian when joins Zeus and Co in the battle, letting his own domain face destruction. Kronos doesn't expect Posedion to join Zeus & co because of his pride and he's both shocked and pissed that Posedion has done so. It wasn't part of his plan, he never considered that happening (which makes Hades showing up too so much sweeter). Percy had to ask him to do that. Seeing Posedion set his pride aside without a single word from Percy, who has closed his eyes and accepted his fate? I'M A FUCKING WRECK

#pjo #pjo series #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians spoilers #percy jackson #pjo show #pjo spoilers #pjo tv spoilers #pjo tv series #posedion #posedion pjo #toby stephens #give him every award

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fishymom-art · 4 months

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BOOM!!!!! SUDDEN OC REF SHEET DROP!!!!!!!!!

Say hi to my beloveds!! Some of them were created around uuuhhh 2012/13 maybe, but they went through drastic redesigns throughout the years (specifically Rose, Polen, Amelie, and Raff + Milo, who didn't change a bit), and some of them are brand new (Eru was my D&D character and Tim was created out of nowhere inspired by my husk redesign lol)

Details under the cut!

They exist in The End Realm - the prison of all the other realms, where all criminals and whatnot go. There were so many people, that The End Realm developed it's own communities, politics, etc. It homes many many different people from every part of the multiverse - Human Realm, Ether Realm, Occult Realm, etc. The leader of The End Realm is Raff (or Armel Howl, as he used to be called), an emotionless demon who controls his subjects with their every step. His servants - Shadows - watch everyone and everything around his isolated castle and the rest of the Realm. He tricks people into making a deal with him and they own him their lives. They get a golden jewel with a red ruby in it that is unbreakable and a swirly tattoo is carved into their skin to showcase, that they belong to him. If a person tries to break the pact, they become one of the Shadows. Tim Baccarat - The only human out of the whole bunch - He/They - Demisexual - 28 y.o - Used to own a casino, now works as Raff's butler, coz he owns him. - Was exiled from the Human Realm for Soul Gambling. - (Inspired by Tim Wright from Marble Hornets, Husk from Hazbin Hotel, and Jeeves from Jeeves and Wooster) ((what a combination)) - Voice Claim: Husk from Hazbin Hotel (Keith David)

Rose Seed - Dark Fae, pretending to be a Love Fae - He/She - Gay - 26 yo - Native to The End Realm. A singer and a performer in general, Raff's assistant. Was found by Raff with a missing wing and made a deal. - (Currently inspired by 10th Doctor from Doctor Who, Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel, Francœur from Monster in Paris) - Voice Claim (for noooow): Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel (Blake Roman)

Eru - Aasimar (at least originally) - They/them - Aroace - 38 yo - Used to be a part of a high religious power/church in the Ether Realm, but was exiled due to going against some of their beliefs. Leads a rebellion against Raff. Had a son. - (Inspired by Odysseus and Athena (specifically from EPIC: The Musical), and Queen Angella from She-Ra) - Voice Claim: Odysseus from EPIC: The Musical (Jorge Rivera-Herrans)

Polen - Forest Fae - She/Her - Pansexual, Polyamorous - 35 yo - Native to The End Realm. Eru's right hand in the rebellion. Used to be best friends with Rose, but they stopped talking after he made a deal with Raff. - (Currently inspired by Daisy from The Magnus Archives, Hecate (specifically from Lore Olympus)), ZombieCleo (any Life Series, mostly Last Life though) - Voice Claim (might change): Lizzo, lol

Amelie Fairchild - Succubus - She/They - Lesbian - 32 yo - Raff’s maid. She used to be a high overlord but Raff took over and she signed an unbreakable contract so he doesn’t kill her. Is very in love with Polen. Wants to be a part of the rebellion. Was exiled from the Occult Realm for being weak. - (Currently inspired by The Beast from Beauty and the Beast (I am a horrible person lol), c!Captain Puffy (Dream SMP), and Pearl (Double Life)) - Voice Claim: The Crane Wives (specifically "Curses")

Raff (Previously: Armel Howl) - Demon, used to be a human - He/It - Bisexual - 29 yo (looks like that at least) - Highest overlord of The Realm. Leads an army of shadows, that look over each and every person in his realm. He has eyes everywhere. Was exiled from The Human Realm many many years ago for practicing Dark Magic (creating Shadows). - Voice Claim: MISSIO (Matthew Brue)

Milo Howl - Unknown - He/Him - Unknown - 9 yo - Raff’s son. Powerful being. - Voice Claim: Sushi Saucy

#sing till you can't #styc #original characters #tim baccarat #rose seed #eru #polen #amelie fairchild #armel howl #milo howl #anyway i might ramble about them a lot

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madrone33 · 3 months

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Some of my fav lines/melodies in EPIC The Musical.

(In no particular order. Also this is not a completely list, just the ones I'm thinking of currently. Also also it's 1:30 am so soz if there's spelling mistakes :D)

*gentle, concern* (Po-li-tes! Po-li-tes!) What keeps you up so late at night, myyy friend?

(Aphro-diii-te~) *disinterest, sneer* Your little high and miiighty~ Odysseus.

*soft, longing, adoring* She's my everything... My... Pe-ne-lo-pe...

*absolutely done with this shit, passive agressive to the max* Everybody listen closely. See how this bag is closed: that's how it's supposed to be.

*so bored, plaintive* It's just me, myself and I. STUCK IN MY BEDROOM-

*disdain, pissed* You are the worst kind of good, 'cause you're NOT. EVEN. GREAT!

*mocking, amused* Tell me. Odysseus~

*smooth temptation, sly* Here in the root of this flower there lies such a power to take her onnnn... You must consume and digest it then you'll manifest a BEING of your cre-a-tion!

*scorn, dark rage, snarl* You don't think I know my own palace? I BUILT IT!

*mocking smile* En-lighten me... King of Ith-a-ca.

*grinning, excited, pshh* Nah! Don't be modest! I know you're a goddess! So let's be honest- You are ATHENA!! (Athena!) Badass in the arena! Unmatched, witty, and queen of the best stra-ta-gies we've seen!

*smooth, persuasive, cunning* Have a drink! One sip and you'll un-der-stand- the power that's in your hands! A wine so fresh, you'd never wanna eat hu-man flesh a-gain!

*grim, fierce* And if we're defeated they're good as dead! Straight ahead! That is who we're fighting. (PO-LY-PHE-MUS!)

*damning, cold* This-is-the-son-of-none-o-ther-than Troy's very own Prince. Hec-tor.

*rage, bitter, snarl* The next time that you dare choose not to spare, remember them. Re-member us! Re-member ME.

*proud, dark, spite* I'm the reigning King of Ithaca! (electric guitar goes hard!!!)

*tired, disappointed, cynical* That's what we'd get with o-pen arms.

*determined, upbeat* ... Lotus eaters~ [Dies Irae forshadowing RIP]

*aching, exhausted, longing* Who longs to see his wife. I long to see my fa-mi-ly! I long to see Peneeelope!

*exhaused, hopeful, adoring* and I'm getting closer to youuu! (Pene-lo-pe...) I can't wait to make some new me-mor-ies! (Tele-ma-chus...) Time for me to be the father I never was!

*dark promise, intent, soft* ... Or I'll raise the tide so high, all of Ithaca will die. Get in the water.

*awe, gentle, hopeful* Twenty years we've wandered, but today you're not alooone... MY SON I'M FINALLY HOME! [Crying]

*smirk, condescending, challenging* FIGHT, LITTLE WOLF, FIGHT! Wanna entertain me?

*bitter, spite, hurt* This way! You get what'chu waaanted. This way! You can save. Your. Time! Thiiis way. You close the door, and have your damn GOOD-BYE!

*impatient, clever, smug smirk* I-al-ready-know-your-tac- tics! When-you-swallow-you-a- ttack with.

*cold, malicious* Forty-three left, under your command.

*darkly amused smirk, sly* No I'm not a player, I'm a puppeteer. No I don't play, I puppeteer, yeah!

*smooth, charming, faux deferent* Lllady of the Paaalace! Sorry that I aaask this, but I hope that I've been mis-in-formed.

*pleading, tired, entreating* So I beg you, Circe. Graaant us mercy. And let us puppets, leaaave...

*triumphant?* Or maybe one day the world will need a puppeteer... MO-O-O-O-RE! (No she's not a player, she's a puppeteer! No she's not a player, she's a puppeteer, oh!)

*desperate, dark, dread* What if I'm the- (MON-STERRR!) Oh, ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves... (MON-STERRR!)

*depair, gritted teeth* When does the rea-son become the bl-ame?

*desperate, despair, begging* I'd rather bleed for ya! I'm on my knees for ya! I'm begging please! (Oh, this is the will of the GODS!) ... Please, don't make me do this! Don't make me do this!

*snarling roar, bitter fury* GIVE UP YOUR HONOUR AND FAIIITH!

*warm, light, earnest* And so I think mayyy-be! If liiife didn't go as planned. Mayyy-be! You miiight wanna lend a hand! I don't think he'll miiind! If not his friend, then miiine!

*amused, mocking* To untie apprehensions, that were placed on that Greeeek?

*dry, tired, sceptical* If your plan's so great, then why'd you waiiit to say it? *pause, smirk* Well it's a li-ttle bit ✨DANGEROUS✨ my friend!

*delight, dark, snarl* There you are. Coward.

*desperate hope* Ohhh, could it be! Some kiiind of sign! That MY world IS all A-bout TO change?

*adoring, awe* Peneee-lo-peeee! Oh, how I missed you, my darling, my love!

*hurting, confused, scared* This re-sentment brims with pain! Someone tell me whyyy! Instead of strength, I've oceans in my eyes...

*fucking done, incredulous, distrusting* Is this some kind of trick? Pretending I can go? Because if so you're sick. My heart's already bro-ken. I'm tired of this! And I've run out of sym-pathy.

*intone, dismissive, harsh* If no-body hurts you, be SILENT! (Ody motif, he's deffo smirking here)

*smitten, adoring* 'Cause in my DAR-kest dayyys! Penelope's my driiive!

*tired, hesitant, quiet* ... Greet the world with o-pen arms...

*soft, warm* I only took the blow so you could live! WHOA!!

*bombastic* (HERA!!) Soooo many heroes! Soooo many taaales! Give me one good rea-son! Why yours should prevaaail!

*feral grin, challenge, declare* So ohhh BRING it on! I'm not dying here, I'm still fighting here!

*longing, loving, promise* Pe-ne-lopeee... Pe-ne-lopeee... And Tele-ma-chus! I fight for us! I fight for uuus!

*proud* And all he ever lived was the life of a legend! A life that was EPIC.

AHHHHHH I love it all so much!!!!

#long post #quotes #epic the musical #rambles #my posts

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yonemurishiroku · 5 months

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Hiya yone! Recently my brain has been infested with bugs that want me to make a Circe Nico AU (Nico is Circe?? Kinda.) You are the glorious fanfic writer who can conjure up anything from anything, so please do your magic.

I'll try my best, however I only know like. 2 stories about Circe at best? So please don't put too much trust in me lol 😅😅

The first one is when Odysseus visits her during his return voyage to Ithaca. I forgot most of it (typical me) except that she turns his crew into animals, which Odysseus managed to convince her to undo and if I'm not mistaken, they live together for a while?? Let's just go with it.

As for this story, I think it would fit best with Jasico? Mainly bc they have that sort of enemies-to-lovers air (Jason distrusted Nico at first). Jason is best fit to be a returning hero, too. Though the Cupid debacle is like heaven and earth with mere convincing on Odysseus' part, I reckon we can work around it with enough maneuver. Why does Nico accept to turn them back? - Maybe he's feeling generous, maybe he's a petulant lonely witch who wants people to stay but never knows how to voice it, and ppl often run at the first sight of him, so he just turns them into animals to keep them by her side.

In the end, Odysseus leaves Circe. This aligns well with the fact that Jason just dropped dead shortly after he and Nico became friends. Which is a funny (and depressing thought) if you put thoughts into it. Which I can't atm lmoa.

Anw. think of it as a piece of quiet Jason has given Nico in the expanse of his loneliness. That, though he was swept away by the natural order of things at the end, Jason did try his best to alleviate Nico's pain. So I reckon there should be a little bit of affection - if not love - in there.

The second story is, well, Circe and Scylla. And the male lover whose name I forget.

This is a classic case of jealousy - so who fits it better than Percy, the canon epitome of every jealous trope in the history of fiction?

sorry that was my pettiness talking. Anywayyyyy, I suppose I don't need to talk about this... I mean it's pretty clear who is who and how the story transpires: Circe is in love with that-something-sea-god, who is in love with Scylla, so Circe turns her into a monster. The only difference between Circe and Nico in this is that he doesn't do anything to Annabeth (even refuses to hate her still. gosh).

But that wouldn't be Percico, is it? So I say just say fuck it and make Percy a sea monster or something Idk. A witch living secluded in an island with his beloved sea monster? I'm in.

Another choice would be to make Annabeth the bad one but I'm in no position to make that propose.

If you still want to keep the story, and if you're any of an unhinged person like me, just make Nico the villain. Well, Circe is the villain in this story, yeah? Embrace it - Nico as the powerful witch, whose loneliness-induced jealousy wreaks havoc on even a sea god. What's left is not love - because love is the last thing Yone needs in fanfics srsly - but an impression of terror, of how disastrous Nico's love can be.

The concepts mix well in this case btw. I remember a painting of Circe pouring a plate filled with poison into the sea. Just imagine it - a blinding blackness spreading rapidly across the lapping water with just a touch of Nico's dainty finger. The shadows overlap with the roaring waves - the black undercurrents raging all the same - and darkness swallows all those whom he call enemies. If Percy's the sea and Nico's the lightless bottom, dark, mysterious, and full of threats.

That's everything I have atm, I guess. Sorry for not being able to help much :(((

#nico di angelo #pjo #hoo #toa #yone rambling #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #jasico #percico #circe nico au #nico au #pjo au

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warthogreporter · 4 months

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Made a new alignment chart thing based on Dracula, inspired by the chart of fictional detectives vs Kira. Feel free to add or do your own take. Explanations for my placements under the read more.

Jesus, Tezcatlipoca, Pazuzu: Literal deities.

Mickey Mouse: Transforms the work into a comedy and thus saves the day with slapstick.

Code Name Steam! Queequeg: Exploding robot penguins go brrrr.

Odysseus: Makes a perfect plan to save Lucy, other people fuck it up, but he's able to avenge her.

Poirot: Look, people just die around him. He'd be okay with killing Dracula because for an undead it's the only way to offer salvation to the soul, and Drac is not winning a battle of wits against Poirot.

Ash: Could have saved Lucy, but is a sleepy boy and so was unable to respond to the Drac attack. However, good luck surviving a Volt Tackle to the face Dracula you fucking idiot.

Anakin: Beat one of the few assassins more absurd than Dracula, but would likely fall to the dark side while chasing Dracula.

Speedwagon: Takes Lucy and fucking runs while the nearest Joestar kills Dracula.

Date: If it was just Dracula he'd win, but he is too horny to resist the vampire women if they appear.

Dan Hibiki: It's Dan.

Dojima: Helpless normie that refuses to accept the supernatural until it's too late at best.

Father Ardelian: Is very bad at resisting vampires. Could not protect Lucy or himself.

#Dracula #Dracula Daily #oc

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meidui · 2 months

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writing pattern game!!

tagged by THE BEAUTIFUL, THE TALENTED, MY BELOVED @imperialstark @soliloquent-stark @16woodsequ

Rule: List the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there’s a pattern!

business affairs: Tony glances at the date on his calendar. Today is two years since Steve started working for him.

talk just right: Steve doesn’t talk a lot, and it bothers Tony.

he's my lovin' one-man show: Steve isn’t intentionally sleeping through the team one by one and leaving Tony off the list, but that’s the way it happens.

out of the cold: Steve has been running a days-long fever that’s steadily climbing towards 50°C.

on the mend: Steve rarely feels this awful after a fight, but then again, he hasn’t been on a solo mission in months.

nothing wrong with love: Steve doesn’t know anyone until he pushes open the door to a record store because it looks like the only quiet place in this city, and the man sorting vinyls behind the counter looks up at him and smiles. From then on, Steve knows Sam Wilson.

tough it out: It was really weird, especially at first. Tony hadn’t taken parallel universes into account when he designed the time-space GPS because how the shit could he have known that was a possibility?

best laid plans: Tony is the one who leaves, but he leaves loudly and in broad daylight. He says goodbye. Steve is the one who drops off the radar completely and doesn’t leave a phone number or address for him to find this time, lost in the half-dead darkness of New York.

salt: Steve’s heard the stories of the water between these cliffs. Orpheus, who played his lyre, and Odysseus, who sealed his men’s ears with wax and tied himself to the ship’s mast. He didn’t end up here, sitting on the shore with sand and seawater in his boots talking to a beautiful siren with emeralds for eyes and fire for hair because he’s stupid.

grace requires nothing of me: Thanos takes one more thing from them before he turns his gaze to the horizon and crumbles into dust, and Tony’s arms close and close around a rapidly shrinking Steve until he finally gets a steady hold of him, but by then, those blue eyes that had been wide with fear have shuttered and Steve’s body has gone limp.

i'm so late to playing this game i feel like a lot of people have done it already? 🤭 tagging @areiton @cloudbells @tinystark616 @itsmaybitheway and everyone else who wants to do it!! <3

#i don't know what my pattern is ;_;#tag game #*

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streaminn · 11 months

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I'm bored, lemme write some nonsensical writing of how Enid is oddysseus and Wednesday is the home she can't -shouldn't- come back too.

For someone with a lick of Greek in her blood, Enid isn't one for the Greek mythos.

Sure she knows of how lycans originally are, the whole cannibalism fest that they did for Zeus and the downfall but other than that, she seemed rather blank in the Greek knowledge area.

She was more of a fanfiction kind of girl yknow?

That is, until Enid notices Thing reading a book with Greek letters and it all spirals from there. He was decoding it for Wednesday, smth abt Greek being one of the rare languages she didn't know. Well, if Enid plucks it from his hands and translates it to English for him then the two say nothing.

And like, maybe she shouldn't really be reading smth from an old book but she had nothing much to do and she wanted to help.

then wabam, there she is, interested in greek mythologies. It started with Theseus, continued with Medusa and ended with Odysseus. To top it all off, the look off surprise in Wednesday's face once Enid finished translating got her high for the whole week.

It should've ended at that, but well.. Maybe Enid checked out a few books of similar sort in Jericho and she was hooked. The story of Orpheus was heartbreaking and she couldn't stop herself from feeling distraught over Psyche and Cupid.

But.. Odysseus struck something in her. There is something about a man going through all he went through to simply come home to his family, to his wife. It was that undying loyalty that holds at her heart.

But at the same time, there was orpheus. He too was a passionate young man with much to live for. While not at all similar, the two were willing to go through trials to reach their love.

In the end, only one got to reach home.

Sometimes as Enid sits in the quad, she'll see the men interacting with Wednesday.

It's always wedneaday nowadays. In the students mouths, in the town, in her room, in her head-

Always Wednesday, her roomie, her best friend.

Enid will sit there and watch as Wednesday's suitors flutter around like flies. Her popularity skyrocketed after the incident with crackstone and with it, comes admiration.

She isn't surprised, Enid always knew that there was something captivating about Wednesday. It's no wonder other people will see so too.

Then the impossible happens, Wednesday indulges in these offers of walking around the woods or the mention of a carcass - barf, - in the road. She doesn't immedietely turn it down, instead turning her head to Enid and Enid the ever so supportive, gives a thumbs up.

Her roomie was socializing! This is a good thing.

But sometimes, when Enid opens the dorm room and see the dark side empty, her grip will tighten on the door knob and she'll leave the room.

Enid likes heroes and the more she reads, she likes Greek heroes best. But there is a reason most Greek stories are tragedy, she wouldn't be surprised if hers ended up the same too.

#Writing #Wenclair #Random thing I found in the drafts #Idk wtf I was going with this but alright past me

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NO CAUSE LIKE . In UDAD, if we include Astyanax, who on earth killed the bab ? It couldn’t be Ulysses, because of their whole Trojan horse plan being completely different, right ?

So either Astyanax was killed by a member of their own court or…

…Ulysses was part of the people tasked with ensuring the complete fall of Illiam . Anyone still alive, no matter how broken by the violence they’d caused, was to be killed on sight .

It was eerily silent, bloodied walls surrounding them . They could get lost in it . For as much as they hated to admit it, the walls were impenetrable, an incredible system of mazes designed by some of the most skilled craftsmen among the Olympians. So many had tried to run through them . It was where they found the most people half dead .

Of course, anyone who was actually within the city was gone, no husks, barely anything more than splatters .

The castle was, at the very least, well defended enough . They’d had more leftovers there . They did their job unthinkingly .

They thought that if they were asked to do this kind of thing back then, they would’ve refused . Would’ve said something .

They put a bullet through the shell of a man, they don’t ask who he was .

And then, the silence is broken . Not by the moaning of someone half dead, not by the rest of their crew calling for them.

But by wailing .

A baby wailing .

And when they look into that cradle, seeing the son they could’ve had, had Penelope survived …..

……Of course, they do kill it . Zeus would allow nothing else, and they cannot afford a slip up around the Olympians if they wish to escape the clutches of the Acheron .

Of course they kill it . What other choice do they have ?

Of course they kill it . It is the will of the gods .

……They can never stop thinking about it .

It was surrounded by violence- everyone around it had been driven mad or dying but-

It looked healthy . He . Looked . Healthy .

Even in the midst of their madness, had the palace staff tried their best to take care of the bab? To stop violence from meeting his innocent eyes ?

……………..They don’t want to think about whether they would’ve had that strength .

They don’t want to think about who the people they killed were .

………They can’t stop thinking about that infant .

ASGDGDGFHDTGJYFDGFHSFFHGDGDFHGDFHDG HOOOOOOOOLY FUCK

GOD THEY CANT. THEY CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT INFANT.

THEY CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT HOW THAT INFANT HAD STRETCHED HIS LITTLE, HEALTHY ARMS OUT TOWARDS THEM

NOT IN VIOLENCE. NO, THE CHILD HAD GRABBED HIS FINGER GENTLY, OH SO GENTLY

THEY CANT STOP THINKING

THEY CANT. STOP. THINKING. ABOUT THAT INFANT, WHO COOED AND LAUGHED AND GURGLED (WEAKLY, THE POOR THING WAS STARVED. HE WOULD HAVE DIED ANYWAYS. ODYSSEUS TRIES TO TELL THEMSELF THEY WERE DOING HIM A FAVOUR. IT DIESNT WORK) AS HE WAS PICKED UP

THEY CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT THE ABSOLUTE TRUST IN THE DEPTH OF THOSE DARK, SOULFUL EYES – THE ABSOLUTE TRUST, EVEN AS HE WAS DANGLED OVER THE CITY WALLS

SOMETIMES IN THEIR NIGHTMARES, THOSE EYES NEVER LEAVE THEIRS AS THE CHILD FALLS

THEY CANT

STOP

THINKING

ABOUT THAT CHILD, NOW NOTHING MORE THAN ANOTHER UNREMARKABLE BLOODSTAIN AGAINST THE STONE OF TROY

JUST LIKE THE REST OF HIS WORLD.

#asks!#teamfortresstwo!!

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apolloendymion · 1 month

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emergency divination readings!🃏🔮☕💎🕯️

tarot, runes, tea leaves, pendulum, and crystals!

(info on my situation here)

for $5, you may choose one of the following:

single card or rune (see deck options below)

tea leaf reading

crystal chip scattering (see crystal list below)

pendulum reading (see pendulum options below)

add-ons:

additional cards/runes [$1 each]

my cat will choose your card(s)/rune(s) (see cat pic & bio below) [$2]

my dog will choose your card(s)/rune(s) (see dog pic & bio below) [$2]

I'll recommend a deity/spiritual entity to guide you based on your query and results; you may ask for an entity from a specific culture if you'd like (open practices only!) [$5]

please dm me with proof of payment, your choice of divination method, any add-ons or preferences, and a clear, single-sentence query. you may provide extra context to assist with the reading. tips and dona.tions appreciated.

🕯️ vnm 🃏 cshpp 🔮 gfndme ☕

options and photos of my equipment (& cute pets!) beneath the cut:

deck options:

standard smith-waite: tiny (smaller than a US quarter), pocket size (comparable to a business card), and standard size

nonstandard smith-waite: the somnia tarot by nicolas bruno (incredible photography project. eerie, dreamlike, liminal, yet the physical props give it a more grounded, tangible feel than your average deck.), the tattoo tarot (stunning art, if you like clean but complex designs, classic playing card artwork, or traditional western tattoo art, this deck will really resonate with you.), the literary tarot (each card depicts classic literary characters from around the world; deck sales benefited charity. my personal favorite. every detail is carefully crafted to appeal to book lovers. elaborate, shiny, magical. also they gave odysseus top surgery scars)

specialty decks: the caretaker (@cryptotheism, formerly @normal-horoscopes)'s normal tarot deck (completely original oracle deck, feels liminal and dark, but somehow peaceful; great for someone pondering deep mysteries or looking for advice in hard times), moreno & quijada's sonoran tarot (smith-waite's major arcana only; stunning and vibrant watercolors of sonoran desert wildlife. really showcases the power and wonder of the natural world. local purchase from indie artists who I've personally met)

if you'd like me to use a specific tarot spread template, please let me know. otherwise i will choose the best option for your query + number of cards. you can also pick a spread mat, if you like! you don't need to purchase enough cards to fill the mat; i can get creative with the placement. just let me know if you want the floral mat or the bunny mat:

other options:

pendula: metal (this was a gift and i don't know what it's made of; brass maybe? gold in color.), howlite, glass beads with sea turtle scene

crystal chips: red jasper, various quartz, flourite, lapis lazuli, lace agate, tigers eye, sunstone, sodalite, bismuth. all stones can be thrown, or you/i can choose 5-10 specific stones that resonate with your query.

runes: elder futhark, white clay, handmade. wyrd optional.

my kitty cat, nachtus:

nacht came into my life through my current girlfriend, who has had him since he was born. every time she went into the room with his litter, he scrambled up her pant leg like he knew she would be his favorite person. he's about 2 years old now, and loves cuddles, belly rubs, q-tips, waking up our boyfriend in the middle of the night, bothering people while they're gaming, and sitting on my gf's shoulder like a parrot.

my puppy dog, misha:

misha came into my life through my current boyfriend, who has had him since he was a puppy. he was a rescue, along with his brother oakley, who went with my boyfriend's sister. misha is a chug (chihuahua-pug mix) and is estimated to be around 8 years old. he loves cuddles, being swaddled in blankets, barking at strangers, lying on the softest pillows he can find, and zoomies!

thanks so much for taking the time to read this. it means more than you know.

#tarot reading #rune reading #tea leaf reading #pendulum reading #crystal reading #divination #spiritual advice #deity work #deity reading #signal boost #cartomancy #cleromancy #tasseography #tasseomancy #pallomancy #radiesthesia #lithomancy #poe divination

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