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it feels like it’s fucking 11pm. and it’s not even 7
#i need the fucking sun bro. My illnesses#i hope everyone being pedantic on thie stupid post explodes. btw
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Something about purpose and pasts, old worlds and new ones.
(Dialogue from @dungeonsanddragonsfifthedition‘s Bird and Bear are Friends)
#original#nightlings#fauns#ANYHWAY. having an incredibly normal one#*slaps roof of mini-comic* this bad boy can fit so much fucking worldbuilding in it#bird and bear are friends lives rent free in my brain. omg they are. f.riends#me preparing to draw reiji: that's it you're going to the fucking grassland. get in the plains idiot#i fuck hard with the bright panel in the middle here. didn't turn out exactly as it was in my brain but i like it a ton either way#it's the only warm colors. they're hella saturated even more so than i usually saturate my colors. resembles either an explosion or the sun#both mean something to the world or the characters respectively so either interpretation is correct#redesigned the tattoo on milo's left arm again because i changed how the moons function. dig it tho and now it's got LORE lmao#the three panels of reiji that overlap the sun look really good. i like his fucked up eyes#all the hands. he's signing. his hair is down and the jewelry is gone. it's the middle of the night. he'd been sleeping#constellations as something that follows milo. stars as something that reiji follows#reiji's colors were initially more saturated but he was TOO fucking purple so i had to change it#their speech bubbles are complimentary colors. sorry. ill be SO normal dude i promise im so incredibly normal bro#apparently around thanksgiving every year I need to do a minicomic. last year was fierce deity comic. now u get ocs#now you get THIS GUY (plural)#my fucked up little creatures who are here to wander around and Find Out#my fucked up little guys who are here to exist on the ashes of an older world. and be friends about it#my fucking. these dudes. make a normal character then shoot them with my beam that makes them a fucked up little fantasy creature.#get creatured. idiot#ONE more. i simplified milo's design a lil for the sake of clarity. mostly just the fur pattern is typically not so defined but for the...#...small panels especially. it didn't look good to draw it all out. ok NOW i'm done#Milo Montalvo#Reiji Droet#oc#ocs
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Fuck it, here's all my favorite Mikey-centric fanfics!!
There's A LOT + personal blurbs, so they're going under the cut (Mostly AO3, but there are some FFN links, too. Also, besides like the first two, there's no favoritism in the order)
2k3:
Pretend That I Never Left by redstringraven(sirimiri) - Complete/Plans for an Epilogue & Sequel!!
Fic that changed my BRAIN?! If my fanart [1 | 2 | 3] for it is any indicator, lol. I'll say for the umpteenth time that if you're looking for an Excellent Mikey fic with Perfect Characterization, this is IT (and you don't need to know ANYTHING about HZD trust me TRUST ME this fic deserves WAY more love) His swift ride-or-die friendship with Aloy will melt your damn heart!
Dragon of the Sun by ForestWhisper3 - Ongoing
My Other TOP favorite Mikey fic!! Again, fanart [1 | 2 | 3] indicator! Slow Burn(ish) Canon Divergence of Mikey unlocking his Mystic Powers as his family looks on in dismay as they struggle to protect him. The Good Shit!!!
Of Darkness And Light by Bayluff - Complete
OOOOOOO THIS ONE! Very good (also drew fanart for it)! Evil creature literally trying to consume Mikey's lifeforce from within as his family scrambles to help
A Chat With The Titan by secreterces5 - Complete
Mikey has a fun one-on-one talk with the supposedly reformed Bishop in Fast Forward. Mikey vaguely threatening Bishop, HEEHEE
A Simple Act Of Kindness by UlisaBarbic - Complete
That feel when you put your worth in what you can DO and the wish to be Acknowledged and the ONE thing you thought you did right was taken away OOGH AGH OOOOGH
Difficulty Breathing by RealityBreakGirl - Complete
Mikey did not come out of Grudge Match unscathed *smile* Truly one of my favorite 03 Mikey prompts to read about (honestly just check the entirety of the Grudge Match tag on AO3 for a fun time)
"A delivery boy! Uh, or turtle." by LollyHolly99 - Complete
Fic that has the distinction of being the first one I ever did fanart for! Gender Feels for Mikey cuz they're just like me FR!!
What Darkness Most Fears by UlisaBarbic - Complete
OOOGH AGH I LOVE THIS ONE!! Mikey has to save his bros from the clutches of an evil spirit while surviving horrifying monsters and battling a wicked fever!
Michelangelo by ForestWhisper3 - Complete
Mikey through the eyes of his family and how much they respect him and know him UwU
Mikey's Jigsaw by SailorSaysAhoy - Complete
Another awesome gender Mikey fic HOOHAA
Train-Wreck of Thought by halogalopaghost - Complete
When you're so talented you learn how to astral project but you start using it for pranks instead of understanding the drawbacks of said power and that bites you majorly in the ass big time (very good my stomach turned while reading this /pos)
A Brother's Bond by SuperKat - Complete
Mikey gets Real Sick and the fam can't help but remember last time one of them got so ill. OH MAN heartstrings WILL be pulled in this one!!
The Most Wonderful Time of the Year by moogsthewriter - Complete
Why can't Mikey ever catch a break during Christmas! A short fic that I enjoy Immensely for Mikey being stubbornly heroic and his family desperately trying to play catch up to help him
Questioning Choices by Mystic Medjai - Complete
Fun day at the beach goes catastrophically bad and the fam has to make difficult decisions to keep Mikey alive. THIS THIS THIS!! If I could pour this into my veins for the perfectly paced plot and characterization...
When It Counts by Kallasilya - Complete
Short fic of Mikey stubbornly and bitterly proving his brothers wrong (+ Don being a good brother)
Favourite Disease by devirnis - Complete
Mikey is forced to save his brothers as his body gradually falls apart from the inside. SO GOOD UGH Mikey being forced to deal with situations on his own always show how far he can Shine!
Nowhere Boy by taizi - Complete
OOOH I dunno how I can summarize this without giving the plot away but just know Mikey pulls through by thinking of his family
To Fit the Crime by T33la - Complete
AHHH AHHHH AHHHHH AHHHHHHHH!! Mikey is accused of Murder and receives his sentence before his brothers can even jump to his defense! Oh the twists and turns of this murder mystery!!
you want to know why i sit and sigh (the night is so young it hurts) by love_killed_the_superstar - Complete
Angel and Mikey bonding over comics and unsupportive brothers So Cute)
imma be real with you (cause i started being real with me) by love_killed_the_superstar - Complete
Leo and Usagi being supportive of Mikey as he struggles to train for the upcoming Battle Nexus fight (and also maybe they flirt with each other a teensy bit)
just a hop, skip, and a jump away by baba_buoy - Complete
Mikey sick fic. Heart melting amounts of comfort UwU
Weak Link by yellowhollyhock - Complete
Sweet fic of Mikey feeling insecure about his place on the team, and Leo going through great lengths to prove him wrong like a good older brother :')
'Cause you are the sun, he is your moon/And though he can't speak, he will thank you soon by naivesilver - Complete
Post-Grudge Match Mikey waking up in the middle of the night bitter and sore and gods damn why's Raph awake, too?
Hunted by DysfunctionalRequest - Complete
Mikey wandering the woods alone in the middle of the night and having a VERY unfortunate encounter with hunters
Flipbook by T33la - Complete
Heartfelt moment between Mikey and Don concerning SAINW that makes me want to smash a cinder block against my head /pos
Dramaturgy by Completely_Unaware - Ongoing
Mind the tags! Mikey deals with a Battle Nexus loss in an unhealthy way (UmU)
The Red Means I Love You (Work) by AnonymousCritter - Ongoing
MIND THE TAGS! AU of Fast Forward. Mikey isn't saved from the traffickers in time and things spiral from there
The So-Called "Champion of the Battle Nexus" by 0ozero0 - Ongoing
Grudge Match canon divergence where Mikey gets hurt a little more seriously than in canon (but still wins)
2012:
Devil took your hand by moogsthewriter & taizi - Complete
Mikey mind controlled by the Shredder moment!! *laughs through my pain and tears and screaming*
walk with open hands by taizi - Complete
Mikey gets his hands on one of Renet's watches and things go topsy turvy from there (and it HURTS ME)
(un)reality by SpectrumWriting - Complete
Mind the Tags! Dimension X AU where Mikey is captured by the Kraang and is put through the wringer in more ways than one (OWIE)
evermore (Dimension X AU) series by coffeejellyenthusiast - Complete?
Mind the Tags! Mikey was in Dimension X for over a year and he's NOT OKAY
Gravitational Collapse series by Writing_In_Denial - Ongoing
MIND THE TAGS!! An Incredible it gets worse before it gets better series of Mikey being unintentionally abandoned by his brothers post-series and dealing with some Major Isolation and OOOGH IT HURTS ME SO MUCH BUT I WILL KEEP READING FOR THE EVENTUAL COMFORT
traveling so far to get there by taizi - Complete
Mikey and Raph getting stuck in an empty, post-apocalyptic world and struggling to survive (their BOND IN THIS IS SO SWEET WEH)
Rise:
nice, nice by postergirlsprank - Complete
Short fic of Casey Sr and Mikey bonding after an unfortunate encounter while on a snack run (Hey if you want more context for how this author writes Casey, go read his fic Imperfect Animals too heehoo)
either way, we're not alone by sinaesthesis - Complete
Mikey throughout the years of the Kraang Apocalypse (Lots of Loss and Hurt and Badassery)
going under by redhairedmuses - Complete
Mikey almost drowns during a fight with a mutant
Hyperactive Hypothermia by VeryAngryGremlin - Complete
After Mikey's winter wear accidentally goes in flames and a villain-enduced avalanche, Donnie struggles to keep his baby brother warm
that’s where the blood’s supposed to be! by Dragon_Scales_and_Fairy_Tales - Complete
With Raph and Leo constantly bickering, Mikey ignores a very serious injury after a fight with Meat Sweats
Clever Little Dino! by VeryAngryGremlin - Complete
Mikey trying to keep a robot pet a secret and suffering the consequences
Vs The World by DysfunctionalRequest - Complete
The aftermath of the Kraang strains the family's bonds, and Mikey feels hopelessly alone (and definitely isn't dealing with his trauma properly)
Empathy Amplified by Filsamek - Complete
When you accidentally use your powers to connect with your brothers' emotions then purposefully use them to ease their pain
Sunshine in the Rain by Carnati0n_bl00m - Complete
Probably the first fic I read after watching the Rise movie cuz I wanted to find something Mikey-centric involving Bishop and BOY does it deliver with the additional bonus of Leatherhead!! (also hey look fanart)
A Mystic Connection by rytheoneandonly - Complete
Mikey's mystic powers manifesting and evolving in ways he could never predict (aka Long Fic of Mikey stumbling to figure out why he wakes up exhausted and hurt every night)
The whole world in your corner series by GibbousLunation - Complete
Two fics of Mikey being Mikey and his bros being protective
Better Check Twice by Marz_Zero - Ongoing
Bishop captures a turtle with a bear trap (OW) and is an absolute bastard about it
Come Home Soon by Sherlock_Brolmes - Ongoing
With his brothers unavailable, Mikey (with the help of a former enemy) uncovers a massive conspiracy involving New York and the Hidden City. I LOVE THIS I LOVE SOLO DUO TEAM-UPS!!!! *PUNCHES THE AIR 13 TIMES*
Mikey's Artistic Guide to Dealing with Trauma and Fame by Origami_Nami - Ongoing
Mikey using graffiti as an outlet and accidentally becoming famous
Rook by unorthodoxx - Ongoing
Another Bishop fic of him outwitting the turtles to abduct one of them (Mikey)
Multi/Other:
Mystic Malfunction by VanillaVengeance - Ongoing
Rise Mikey accidentally portals himself to the 2012 Universe and struggles to survive and avoid this other version of his family (with mixed success). The progression of familial bonds in this is just *Chef's Kiss*
The Gauntlet by T33la - Complete
A mix of IDW & 03, a wonderful showcase of how Donnie and Mikey support each other (also, a cool invention and a big rocket and a terrifying near-death experience are involved)
I Get Knocked Down (But I Get Up Again) by Justalittleobsessed - Ongoing
MIND THE TAGS!!! Set in its own original iteration, Mikey has been immortal for as long as he can remember, and he's used to his occasional deaths (and revivals). But then his brothers find out... (AGH AGH THIS ALSO HURTS MEEEEE BUT OOGH the comfort and hope of the later chapters is so Worth It)
Whumptober 2023 series by Justalittleobsessed - Ongoing?
Collection of Mikey-centric one-shots from different iterations and feeling the HURT (Personal favorites are If Only the World Could Stop Spinning..., Just a Flesh Wound, and Not the Best of Days)
To Know Peace (You Gotta Let Go) by Deadpool1763492 - Ongoing (technically)
The Last Ronin Spoilers!! Mikey survives and whisks the new turtle tots away to live on a farm instead of being raised as soldiers. (AUUUUUU THE FEELS!! THE TOTS! MIKEYYYY!!!)
How to accidentally kidnap yourself several times over by Camildeni - Ongoing
Rise Mikey gets captured and accidentally summons other iterations (03, 12, and Bay) of himself trying to get out! They do NOT have a good time!! (but at least they have each other)
the dad diaries by angelmichelangelo - Ongoing
More TLR Mikey being a Dad (and dealing with his trauma sorta kinda)
The neighboring cell by SaltyYagi - Ongoing
2012 Mikey and Rise Leo trying to escape Dimension X together (and bonding)
Bonus Non-Mikey-centric:
Weathered Strings, Tethered Wings by Deadpool1763492 - Ongoing
(2003) SAINW AU!!! With the possibility of Don being alive dangled in front of them, the remaining turtles begrudgingly reunite to save him. Drew a cover for this with more art to come! LOVING the slow burn of reconciliation between these bitter old turtles UwU (Bitter Old Mikey my poor Bestie)
Mutant Nightmare by HamsterMasterSamster - Complete
(2003) The immediate aftermath of Worlds Collide
Hanging By A Turtle by CamsthiSky - Complete
(Rise) Literally the turtles struggling to get out of a deep pit they're hanging over
Shell Game by T33la - Complete
(2003) OKAY OKAY SO!!! OOGH Don encounters something Impossible while prepping a tracking device (for himself) and it snowballs into another Renet-involved time adventure (AND UMMM lots of existential contemplation and a surprise historical guest who's Very Cool)
Turtle Power by halogalopaghost - Complete
(2003) Immediate aftermath of the star ship reactor explosion in Exodus
Disposable by orphan_account (kudos to you wherever you are, author) - Complete
(2003) Bishop captures Don and Mikey and gives them a terrible choice
Dissection by AmevelloBlue - Complete
(2003) So much Comfort after the trauma of Worlds Collide (ie Don's interrogation and Mikey almost getting sliced open)
Find the Road by SillySocks - Complete
(2003) Perfect encapsulation of the family as they cope with Leo's absence while he trains with the Ancient One
Handle with Care by HamsterMasterSamster - Complete
(2003) April is seriously injured during a mission and has to deal with the turtles distancing themselves from her as she recovers
mind-body problem by hiraethseok - Complete
(2003) April and the Turtles Being Siblings the Fic
Healing in Tandem by Eggstasy - Complete
(2003) Canon divergence of Worlds Collide where Splinter is just a little too late to intervene before Bishop starts sawing into Mikey's shell
Let's Take Ibuprofen Together by GreenGoddessSmoothie - Ongoing
(2003) The turtles swap body and have learn to cope with each other's chronic pain
Not the Face I Know by GreenGoddessSmoothie - Ongoing
(2003) Mikey accidentally makes a wish that changes his family's lives forever (THEY'RE HUMAN THEY BECOME HUMAN AND THE PLOT IS COOL AND ALSO QUEER THEMES MY BELOVED)
The Great Skittle Heist of 2105 by AmevelloBlue - Ongoing
(2003) AU of Fast Forward where the Dark Turtles are babies instead and are very swiftly adopted by the Fam
The Labyrinth by HALFnHALF1 - Ongoing
(Mix of IDW/03) The Turtles wake up separated in a labyrinth with only a mysterious voice in their heads to guide them (and manipulate them)
“You didn’t tell me your extended family was in town!” by BoStaffsAreCool - Ongoing
Post-Turtles Forever. The 03 fam is Just beginning to wind down after the events of the movie and look who's knocking at April's door (the 87 turtles)
#tmnt#tmnt 2003#tmnt 2k3#tmnt 2012#rottmnt#tmnt Mikey#fic recs#bamf mikey#all day every day#hurt/comfort#angst#whump#no hurt/no comfort though!!! I don't really like fics where it's doom and gloom with no comfort catharsis at the end#let me know if I should add Mind the Tags to other fics my gauge for hurt is a little wonky#lots of gender feels for 2k3 Mikey because that's just who he is#I added the bonus fics cuz I wasn't gonna make a separate post for them so cope and enjoy if you wanna#sorry there's not that many 12 or even Rise ones I don't look for those as much as 03 (I am biased lol)#wow can y'all believe I started drafting this in like May of Last Year???#anyways anyways I'll update this whenever I find another good Mikey fic#feel free to drop Mikey fic recs in my askbox and I'll let you know if I've tried reading them or not (I probably have)#lokibeann if you're reading this sorry it took longer than I said it would to post this I underestimated how long it would take and-#overestimated my ability to remember the plots of the ones I haven't read in a while lol
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DAVESPRITE: anyway that sword [...]
DAVESPRITE: you were supposed to break it to get it out of the thing [...]
DAVE: really
DAVE: there was no other way to get it out [...]
DAVESPRITE: well i dont know
DAVESPRITE: maybe if john was to try with his pure heart and shit it woulda popped out like a champagne cork and fuckin hero confetti woulda blasted him in the face
I think I was on the money about Dave's insecurity. His hindbrain is screaming at him that John is the 'real' hero, and he can never measure up.
DAVESPRITE: but you
DAVESPRITE: we
DAVESPRITE: we had to break it
He can never measure up, because his whole schtick is that he can't wield a hero's sword. His ability to do so was destroyed - by Bro.
DAVESPRITE: when you wake up
DAVESPRITE: ill probably get going [...]
DAVESPRITE: ill just sort of
DAVESPRITE: release myself
DAVESPRITE: go do my own thing
DAVESPRITE: after this i dont think youll need me
Well, you're still the most cooperative sprite. Dave might not care about his Quest's lore, but Rose could certainly use a more trustworthy guide.
However, Davesprite seems to be implying he's leaving for good - and I'm trying not to think about the troll sprites, conspicuously missing from their session's postgame...
DAVESPRITE: future yous will get you out of trouble
DAVESPRITE: if youre gonna live up to the responsibility of eventually becoming them
DAVESPRITE: and by virtue of loop stability it sort of means you cant technically fuck up anymore
I don't think that's entirely accurate. If it was, then Davesprite's future self would have bailed him out, long before his session became a lost cause. Homestuck's loops seem a lot more like traps than bailouts.
DAVE: where will you go
DAVESPRITE: dunno
DAVESPRITE: fly around
DAVESPRITE: up away to the sun like a fucknig piece of gargbage
Dude, you can't say that shit when you're practically sweating death flags! You need to be careful!
DAVESPRITE: see if i can catch up with bro maybe
DAVESPRITE: elusive bastard
Yeah, good luck with that. Maybe your advanced sprite knowledge includes Guardian knowledge, so you'll actually be able to talk to Bro on his level?
Can't 8eat John if you're eaten by Underlings! >::::D
Speaking of Bro's activities...
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[Queen of Tears, episode 5]
Haein's continuous "omg he really loves me" moments 🥺🥺🥺 She's so precious when she's feeling loved. When Hyunwoo and his family and Aunt Beomja show her affection, she just has the most precious reaction, like she can't believe they really do like her. Her happiness is sooo special. Hyunwoo's too. One thing about Kim Soohyun is he knows how to do a truly joyful SMILE! It's like the sun is shining out of his teeth, his smile just warms my heart so much. When Hyunwoo smiles at or about Haein like that it makes me wanna cry 😭 That's the real "stupid in love", "I can't help falling in love with you", "smiled like a dummy" smile 🤧 somebody please get that man an Oscar. Also idk if I've said this before but I LOVE Aunt Beomja. I have two bonkers but cunty aunts myself and they're like the pillars of my hope. The way she's like the realest ally to both Haein and Hyunwoo >>>> ily Aunt Beomja 🥺💗
Now I am starting to wonder what the fuck is going on with Eunseong because that whole trying to convince Haein that Hyunwoo doesn't care about her thing is weak as shit. I figure he'll find out about Haein's illness soon, so that'll boost him up a few levels, but did he seriously challenge Hyunwoo so boldly while having nothing proper to fuel his confidence? No way all he's done is fail at trying to make Haein doubt her husband and fail to buy / kill a dog. I'm expecting like major evil genius shit out of him, so if he doesn't pick it up soon Imma need us to get some better villains, because that dude and the grandpa's weird girlfriend (wife?) so far are not it. If anything, the most evil I've seen in any of these characters are Hyunwoo and his friend when they celebrate Haein's terminal illness 😭 Especially the friend, like you don't even KNOW HER bro 💀 He's not even getting anything out of it 💀💀Who the shit is he to be so geeked over her death 😭😭😭
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opinions on tsats, not in order
these are some things i liked and disliked about the book, and it has spoilers (naturally?), so beware
not gonna say i absolutely adored the way R&M managed solangelo's relationship but didnt completely despise it either
i wouldnt say Will was out of character bc... he didnt have much of a character to be out from before tsats? i just didnt really love that "i gotta fix nico" thing rick gave to him, but that got settled by the end so i really wont complain much about it
i also wouldnt compare solangelo to percabeth neither to praise or criticize it bc it's not like i think percabeth's dynamic is flawless and perfect either 🤷🏻♀️
percy's "oh nico, i'm sorry" PERSEUS SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU'RE 5 YEARS LATE 😭
the "invisible string" and "[worlds/planets] orbiting each other" theme/trope they gave to solangelo made me emotional, and i accept it as canon. *plays invisible string by ts and satellite by hs*
my goodness what a relieve it was to me to finally read nico CRYING. good for him
i expected will's plague power to be more, hum, intense? either way i still think will having plague powers at all is a victory
dont know what i feel w will canonically having trouble w nico being a murderer bc thats actually one of the things i love about him 😭? i feel like if he ever discovers nico killed that bryce dude he'll pass out or something. boy ur bf is a son of hades, his legacy is death, what did u expect from him?
"nico blushed" "nico gave a sly smile" "nico's mischevious smile" wow i need to sit down for a moment and just *weeps*
nico trying to talk his way out of trouble, sneaky lil shit <3
canon silly nico in mid dangerous situations is back !!! <3333
i dont feel completely comfortable w the idea of nico's coming out being that public by making a whole speech to the entire camp but thats probably just me projecting my trauma and anxiety, idk. either way i think a more intimate coming out would've feel more personal, but still i understand that R&M wanted to give him an all-free-off-chains life in camp making it known by everyone in an only kick
"i got the message loud and clear: don't say that. don't feel that. don't even think that" IT BURNED ME INSIDE. i loved it
the ounces of nico still acting like a 10 year old child? like when he called nemesis cool? he warms my heart
i think gorgyra's my favorite character
some of the bitchy comments nico held back were funny. i know they didnt symbolize anything good in their relationship but they were funny. "no. you couldnt", "no one's asking you to"? i officially proclaim myself a bitchy!nico apologist
either way i still can acknowledge nico was a lil bit harsh to will having the literal worst time of his life in the underworld like 😭, bro he's literally a child of the SUN having a trip in HELL, give him a break 😭
the part where nico drop to his knees in front of nyx's home? poetic cinema
the screaming at trees in the woods moment felt really intimate and heartwarming for me. i approve
i did not like their on screen first kiss to be so casual and simple, i was expecting more emotion and angst; and god i definitely disliked that their first real kiss was literally right after nico discovered jason DIED. a person has enough volatile feelings to deal with when a loved one dies for new romantic stuff to happen. nico was in a vulnerable state and deserved time to mourn. instead of that being their first kiss i would've been fine to show will supporting nico in that traumatic event? i would've also deepen their relationship
"'i love you' and the fell" that was poetic and girl? it'll ROCK in fanarts i'll be waiting for them
the whole speech of "it was the son of apollo falling for a son of hades. it was this"? okay wow, beware shakespeare, they went strong in this
nico preparing a picnic for will?? another peek of my boy being a canon ROMANTIC. he makes me physically ill
i liked that they didnt try to write around or romantize the way some male gods actually behaved in the myths? like persephone recognizing hades kidnapped her and letting Will (and the reader) clear that he should never permit anyone forcing him into anything, bc i remember i disliked the way poseidon was painted as the best guy in pjo w medusa's part just for being the protagonist's father (and yeah that was a children's book but well so is tsats and they finally got that right)
since hoo i've got a soft spot for nico finding comfort in the darkness of the underworld, so reading nico seeing his father's realm as his home again gave me a cozy feeling every single time <3
it was nice to see persephone seeing nico in a good light. i always thought the concept of those two getting along well had so much potential and tbh i hope they explore it more in the future
nico having persephone's garden as his favorite place in the underworld??? i crave FANARTS
it kinda infuriated me nico reproaching will for making amphitemis go away bc it was the first baddass moment will got in the entire book in my eyes and nico deciding to go like WhY diD u dO thAt? cOulD'vE hElpEd hIm. baby? shut the fuck up
I WON
"enough of your bisexual chaos" really cant decide if i loved or hated this right now
tbh i hoped amphitemis to have a more important role
i actually like the idea of nico having a bunch of little demons following him around, it's a funny image. but personally i wont see them as "his children" unless its for comedic resources. i see them more as his pets, yep, his demonic pets 👍🏼
they're canonically the most physical affective couple and they make me wanna throw up in my mouth. good for them
WHERE WAS AKHLYSSSS
nico's new villain scar is baddass <3
at the end bob just came out of the picture... that easily? after all the hell they went thru?
do u ever get those maternal/paternal kick ins when u read ur fav character in pain? i dont mean all the time but in like rare occassions. like a sudden need to protect them? well yeah nico saying "you left me alone and defenceless!" and starting crying made it for me. i wanted to run and CRADLE HIM
MALCOLM PACE MY QUEER SON OF ATHENA I LOVE YOU. btw yall were excited about jake mason and i admit i dont remember who that is,,, i feel guilty so please explain
PIPER MY LOVE GIRL HOW I MISSED YOU
to summarize, i dont think the book's perfect, but i did enjoy and liked it
#i will take what i want from this book and ignore the rest thank you very much#btw remember its ok to disagree in this!#feel free to share ur opinions#tsats#tsats spoilers#the sun and the star#nico di angelo#will solace#solangelo#rick riordan#riordanverse#mark oshiro
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･ ｡ﾟ☆ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄
[♡]ー ꒱・！CHARACTER！:: SIMON BLACKQUILL.
✧.* gender/pronouns ─ 'You' pronouns
✩.* note ─ Idk what this is, but whatever it's 2 am and I need to sleep but I have a Simon and Nahyuta brain rot rn, ill make this longer in another post if I stop changing my aesthetic every fucking second bro (＃＞＜)
✩.* TRIGGER WARNINGS ─ Stalking, Obsessive, Unhealthy Thinking, Non-Con Touching.
This wasn't like him.
He knows that this wasn't like him but it's now too late. He could have prevented it but he just couldn't, he tried to fight it but in the end, he lost yet that doesn't mean that he yielded.
His heart is now so vulnerable; in its weakest, even you may ask, it is because of you. You made him so soft and vulnerable, You made his thoughts run wild at night, You made him get up from his bed and stalk you even if you're sleeping but it's weird he feels so relaxed whenever he sees you asleep, vulnerable even and so desirable, before he knows it, his body is moving like it got a mind of its own and in a blink of an eye he was at the side of your bed while watching you breath in and out he knows that it was weird that seeing you so relaxed made him relaxed.
And after that, he finally gave in to his unhealthy desires. He firstly and softly cupped your cheek, Simon's rough and raggedy hands were cupping and holding your soft and caring skin caressingly, he knows that he shouldn't do this, he's nothing but a black-hearted person with a twisted moral they say, and yet here he is holding your hand while sleeping, he knows that he has done nothing to make him experience this moment in his entire life.
You're simply higher than him. Yet here we are him now snuggling his head in the crook of your neck like a needy cat to its owner but he's also snuggling and sniffing you like a lonely black cat that's an outcast and only given bad fortune; a lonely cat that never felt any kind of love, but for now he must stop he spend so many hours at you sleeping and touching you that he didn't even notice that the sun almost already up, but it was still night. He kissed your forehead with a passionate kiss like a samurai kissing his lover one last time before he goes to a blood-bathed war, and when he turned around to see you one last time there was a glint in his eyes clouded with obsessive and deranged thoughts and with that he vanished into the night.
While looking at your house he knew that you are his desire.
#✧- ‘ACE ATTORNEY’ ☆#simon blackquill#yandere simon blackquill#Yandere ace attorney#x reader#x reader fanfiction#x reader stories#x reader oneshot#gender neutral reader#yandere ace attorney x reader#ace attorney x reader#ace attorney#yandere dual destinies#yandere#yandere x reader#dual destinies#games#fanfic#simon blackquill x reader#tw
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From that one post:
*EHEM*
*Pulls out a roll of paper*
Scarlet, Cinnamon, Periwinkle (Ooo my fav flower! :D), Mauve, Blush, Fuchsia, Razzmatazz (love this color name-), Saffron, Plum, Viridian, AND burgundy 💥💥
(Hehe hope you like 👍😎)
NOW IM CURIOUS WHAT I INFLUNCED- EXCUSE ME SIR'AM IM CURIOUS MF-/SILLY
fvdnjdf im glad i make your day better and make you laugh and stuff heheh
(me realizing you said my stuff is gold and staring up at you....BOY YA STUFF IS AMAZING DO NOT SAY MY STUFF IS GOLD BOY >:(/SILLY)
WHATCHA FAV FOOD ME NEED TO KNOW- tbh istg if u tell me ill actually try it lol (<- very fucking picky but will try) (also yes the color name is silly lol-)
I WOULD LOVE TO CHAT WITH YOU BUT IM ALWAYS SHY VGFBFCNFC MY DMS ARE ALWAYS OPEN DW just dont mind the keyboard silly spams it happens when im anxious lol
GOOD YOUR SO SWEET FVNJFCNJC
NOW TIME TO UNO REVERSE THIS BITCH
YOU ARE- SCARLET,CINNAMON,PERIWINKLE,MAUVE,BLUSH,LAVANDERRRRRR,FUCHISA,FORGET-ME-NOT (a lil bit of younger me and my online bro mixed together- i love that so much) UMBER,SAFFRON,TIMBERWOLF,PLUM,TANGERINE,VIRIDIAN AND BURGURDY
OK I THINK THATS ALL LMAO- you supa cool remember to eat and drink stuff before i kick ya to the sun/silly/j
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....hi :)
I didn't realise a whole month had gone by 😭 school started in august and I've been feeling like shit lately, so I just didnt want to come on tumblr. I was in a state where I felt like crying... pretty much all the time.
BUT I am doing much better now so I'm back!! I missed yoongi and y/n and I thought today's finally the day I read the chapters I've missed. I'm so, so sorry for disappearing out of the blue. I felt so bad about it, and I always meant to stay up and read it at night but I was so exhausted I fell asleep right away.
I'll try to come back to tumblr regularly again, though I can't promise anything. Fingers crossed!!
Now, back to my lovelies :( i missed them
(I'm going to read chapter 15 for now)
OH RIGHT THE MYSTERY MAN I nearly forgot
Oh, it's so cute how she still cares for him even though she knows nothing about him. She's worried that he might not have moved on, oh sweetheart :(((
Doyun my LOVE I missed you too mUAH <3
These dreams are starting to frustrate me too, I can only imagine how y/n feels. Like, why NOW of all times?? Leave her and yoongi in peace so they can have their love story 😭😭
EVEN DOYUN'S SHIPPING THEM PLEASE
Doyun's being practical with her advice, I like that. As a hoarder myself, i hate letting go of shit whether it's memories or physical things, but eventually, sometimes you just... have to. It's better than spending your time being frustrated about it
AHHH the world building, those little stories and fairytales I love it
Minhee :( Doyun, sweetheart... I want to hug her :((
AHSHSHS IT ISNT A LOD CHAPTER IF Y/N ISNT SHITTING ON HIM FOR HIS POSTURE it's so funny help-
I already knew yoongi was always a sweetheart, but this just confirms it. I love hearing stories of when people were kids, it's just so sweet and it tells you so much about a person
"Badmouth his family and he'll get furious" why do I feel like this is foreshadowing 💀💀 y/n's going to say some stupid shit about his mother or brother and they're gonna fight, I'm calling it
Y/N SWEETHEART CALL YOURSELF A BOTHER ONE MORE TIME I FUCKING DARE YOU just you wait until I get myself into your world I'm going to give you the biggest, sweetest hug you've ever had
Bro all the symbolism and connections with the solarian lore, it's so cool
Please why do I relate with y/n's thoughts so often. We're the same kind of messed up-
HELP THEYRE BOTH IN DENIAL
I love the way yoongi and y/ns thoughts practically mirror each other, they're always thinking similar things and they're both so cute-
Yo he finally straightened his posture. All you need to say is "yn was talking about you" and the mf straightens immediately-
NO yoongi so WHAT if she's darlarean you son of a bitch (I say this while because I can't put all my thoughts down in writing. Part of me is sympathising with him while the other part is screaming at him, my brain is a very jumbled mess doing two things at once)
It's so funny, they have such sweet thoughts then immediately try to justify them in entire paragraphs full of half-assed logic, just say you're whipped and go 😭😭
LMAO DOYUN'S RETELLING IS PURE GOKD
Hwayoung really does sound like y/n, it's so cuteRiding off towards the sun??? Y/n, babe, this is your reincarnation I'm sure of it
Y/NS NEVER CALLED HIM BY HIS NAME??? ABSOLUTELY NOT WE CANT HAVE THIS I NEED BOTH OF THEM TO GET DRUNK ASAP AND DO EMBARRASSING SHIT TOGETYER
CHANA baby great job as always <333 ill try to read chapter 16 soon when I need to procrastinate from doing my homework
I love you <33333
well, hello there!! i'm sorry you were in that mental state, but it's great to hear that you're fine now :)) don't be sorry about prioritizing your health! i definitely took a break from tumblr as well—things have been pretty hectic at school, so i haven't had as much time to look on social media
ahh yes OC has such a kind heart 😭😭 she be feeling bad for a STRANGER. but then again, is he really a stranger? she def feels guilty for not feeling anything for someone who she should be feeling something for LOL
LMAOO "Leave her and yoongi in peace so they can have their love story" PLEASE. ALSO WBK DOYUN KNOWSSS SHE KNOWS EVERYTHING
and yes i very much agree. it's nice to hold onto things, but sometimes you also have to learn to let things go. it can feel more cathartic that way
LMAO OC ALWAYS HAS SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT THE GENERAL'S SHITTY ASS POSTURE
omg yes i love hearing childhood stories. i totally agree; it really says a lot about a person ngl
LMAOO NOT YOU RELATING TO OC????
IT'S NOT A SLOW BURN WITHOUT DENIAL? THAT'S LIKE STAGE ONE
eheheheheh it's gonna take a while until she calls him by his name :)))))
i don't want to keep you away from your homework! thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me!! as usual, i really really enjoyed reading through all of your reactions LOL. have a wonderful rest of your day <33333
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I SHARED THIS WITH ELY BUT THEY AFE OFFLINE AND I NEED SM TO BEAR THE BURDEN WITH ME
TATTO ARTIST READERR X FLORIST AETHER
SUNSHINE PROTECTOR X SUNSHINE
Like imagine you need some flower to decorate your office cause it's too 'dead' (word of scara your asshole of a co worker) you go to that little flower shop near your office, thinking nothing of it. You had some knowledge about flowers thanks to previous client who explained meaning of their tattoo.
You enter and see this beauty of a man, long golden hair, shining suns for eyes. You feel like fainting from his beauty, sadly (or fortunately) he speaks to you. Now you never stutter but when you needed to reply to his questions you couldn't get the words out of your mouth. "Oh..well you see, i actually, well heh, im a tatto near the street i mean im a tattoo artist my office around the street corner i um wanted to buy some flowers to you know liven up my office..liven up is that even a real word— anyway. Uh yeah." Your cheeks getting hot the longer his gorgeous eyes stare at you, slowly blinking.
You fucked up.
He just goes :D and help you choose a flower, ignoring your little embarrassing episode.
His voice was so soothing to listen to you wanted nothing more than to ask him to sing you to sleep. Half way through the entire shop visit, he ask about your opinion about the flowers thus far. But he soon notice you werent paying much attention. ( 'cute..' he thinks but chase the thought away. His own ear turning red) he tries to snap you out from whatever trance you were. Without much success, you were still in a daze. At this point he was beginning to grow flustered from your gaze.
He tries again and the word you mutter leave him speechless. " How gorgeous, can i call you mine?" He melt from how in love you sounded.
Realizing your mistake, you apologise so much you ran out of breath. Without much thinking you ran out of the store. Leaving a confused lumine and a flustered aether. (And a big bro dain who note to keep an eye out on you. No way you are dating his little bro)
Coming back to your office you see scara staring weirdly at you, until he notice your blush. "Not one word." You threaten.
"pay up." You ended up losing 50 bucks that day because he cannot keep his mouth shut.
(sorry if this is bad i rushed to write this bc ideas where coming in and out :')
IZUMI/MIO/SM ELSE I LOVE YOU SM FOR THIS IM LUTERALLY IN MISERY PLUS AN AETHER BRAIN ROT
now, i absolutely love what you did here. like omg the intimidating tattoo artist!reader literalky going bonker bananas for a pretty little florist!aether just sooths my soul. LIKE DAMN WILL I EVER GET A TATTOO IN MY LIFE? PROBABLY NOT. BUT IS THIS ME IN EVERY ASPECT? ABSOLOUTELY
also the big brother dain agenda is so real. i will literally pay you to say more omg. like damn you want somethjng to eat? ill dorrdash it to you rn. youre so real mio/izumi/sm else i hope you know that
and also i thought of the roles being switched for a bit. like its a florist!reader and a tattoo artist!aether. probably because i will never be over this tiktok omg i love it when people draw emo aether but thats beyond the point
like omg how dare this cute frilly thing make him feel this way. he only came to your flower shop just to get lumine off of his back for the place being "too emo" he never expected to be leaving with a massiave crush on the person who runs the shop right across f4om him
KSKDNDNCB OMG IM GONNA SPARE MYSELD THE EMBARASSMEBT AND END THAT THERE CAUSE ID HAVE TO USE YHE KEEP RRADING FEATURE AND I DONT WANNA WRITE A FIC RN KSKSKFB
anyways izumi/mio/sm else i love you for doing this you arw so great /p
#[🫂] mio#i hope yoy have/had an amazing day#because this was a good day for me#yk#minus diluc#but STILL#i got a new brain rot#and a new asmrtist who kinda soynds like aether#if you squint#(coping)
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Ghosting.
Chapter 3
wc - 0.8k
warnings - mentall illness
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5:58pm
I think I relate a lot more to TV characters than real life people. When I see the actors completely overdoing it for their role, making the most ridiculous facial expressions and laughing abnormally loud, it always makes me smile. I see myself in that a lot. Since I feel empty like 80% of the time, a lot of my emotions are rehearsed. I cannot count the amount of times I've stood infront of the mirror practicing my happy face, my shocked face, my sad face, etcetera etcetera.
The other 20% of the time my reactions are actually genuine. Like when I tear up every time someone hugs me, or when I laugh everytime Soobin chokes on his food. Stuff like that. Don't misunderstand me - in that 80% of times I still feel things. Being empty and feeling no emotions at all are two different things. You still feel the emotions, you just have absolutely no mental energy to show any kind of a reaction. I'm not saying I'm a sociopath or anything, nothing like that. It's a different kind of detachment. It's kind of like I woke up one day in control of a body foreign to the one I once existed in.
Yes, I technically am the same choi beomgyu that snorted glitter whilst making a birthday card for his brother in nursery, and that spent his weekly allowance buying his mother flowers when he was 8, and that was voted "wildest imagination" by his class when he left primary school. I just... to put it morbidly, I feel like that beomgyu has died and I am now stuck in a life in which I am controlling a corpse, desperately trying to revive the spirit of someone that is no longer even alive.
A bright flash of lightening on the TV show I'm watching pulls me away from my train of thought. Oh shit. How long was I spaced out for this time?
Tonight, me and Soobin are in the living room of our shared flat, binging cartoons on the TV.
yawn !
I shift my gaze away from the TV and towards Soobin, who has his mouth wide open and his eyebrows furrowed as he does a very loud yawn. He looks cute. Like an angry bunny.
"You look like an angry bunny," I say, pairing my taunt with a shit eating grin. He smacks my arm lightly, grinning back.
"Shut up idiot."
I just giggle. I feel drained. I'm in no mindset to spend time with people right now. It's nothing on Soobin. It's just me.
"I think I'm gonna head to bed."
I do a little wave goodbye as I stand up.
"Alright bro, see you in the morning." he responds, waving back.
I think this is why I am closer to Soobin than I've ever been closer to anyone in my life. He accepts everything and questions nothing. Sure, he teases me about a few things, but like - take now for an example - who the hell heads to bed before the sun has even set? Me. It's not common, I know. But I do. But Soobin just doesn't care. He doesn't ask me why, or beg me to stay up a little longer, he just lets me do whatever the hell it is I need to do in that moment. Which of course, is great, because I'm clearly quite erratic.
However, this does come with its downfalls. I can't open up to him because his nonchalant attitude towards life in general just makes it seem like he either doesn't understand me or he simply doesn't care enough to try. It's ridiculous that I feel like that, of course. He clearly cares about me, and he doesn't question anything I do because he cares. I just don't have any energy to fight off that little nagging voice in the back of my head that tells me he's only humouring me because he knows I don't and can't trust anyone else but him, so it all just takes over until I can't breathe and can't think and it's all just easier to bottle it up and never tell anyone anything at all.
Sighing, I enter my room. I let my heavy door shut behind me, the harsh slam slightly alerting me. How the fuck do I always forget it does that?
#beomgyu angst#txt angst#kpop angst#soobin angst#beomgyu fic#beomgyu fanfic#txt fic#txt fanfic#kpop fic#kpop fanfic#beomgyu imagines#beomgyu#choi beomgyu#txt beomgyu#soobin#choi soobin#txt soobin
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heartstopper s2e7 live episode reaction
ok ep 7 of s1 is my least favorite one, let's see how this one goes
see, darcy can sleep over at tara's, learn something @ jane
oh wow nick could run a charlie stan account sweet lord
is it really a season of heartstopper if nick isn't zooming in on a picture of charlie and realizing things
NOT WEVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR THIS DAY TAO'S MUM YOU ARE THE SUN YOU ARE THE ENTIRE SOLAR SYSTEM
I am sorry the idea of everyone in tao's family waiting for him and elle to get together sjfudkfudirudkrudirudkrudori
"do you have a girlfriend you'd like to invite, david?" OOOOOOOOOOOOOO SICK BURNS FROM SARAH NELSON
TORI TORI TORI TORI TORI TORI
we love a supportive squad <3
darcy baby girl oh no
how have literally none of you realized that isaac isn't into james lmao
BEN YAAAAAAAA ME TENES MAMADO SAPAAAAAAAAAAAA
"I think I'll go to prom" okay troy bolton
"I don't wanna wear matching suits" "me neither" sickening as FUCK y'all are the worst
DARCY HOLY FUCK
not everyone pitching in so darcy can wear a suit I'm going to start crying
I'm not immune to non-binaryism even if not canon idc man
isaac's face when everything fits in......... god. I'm in this and I don't like it
OH SHIT
OH SHIT THEY'RE DOING THAT WITH IMOGEN AND SAHAR AREN'T THEY
OH SHITTTTTTTTT
"interesting" INDEED TARA INDEED
elle's painting I'm sobbing lmao
PUNCH HIM NICK FUCK THAT
I can't believe this bitch went all the way there just to give himself some pat on the back, a piece of SHIT
okay nick is like. that's scary dog privilege lol
CHARLIE MOTHERFUCKING SPRING HOLY FUCKING SHIT
YOU DON'T GET TO AMBUSH ME INTO FORGIVING YOU
oh. my. god.
oh. my. god. i have tears in my eyes. oh my fucking god charlie.
fuck I hope this is the last we see of ben lmao
FUCK that was. give joe an emmy? please? god?
no I had to pause I'm crying so hard that was so cathartic I love you so much charlie spring
also okay the dinner I hope tori kicks david's phone AND his teeth out
M8
PAL
BRO
SUPPORTIVE STR8 FRIEND
he's got no right to know you don't owe him a thing
STOP WITH THE FATHERLESS BEHAVIOR @ SELF
oh my god I can't stop sobbing lmao
victoria's going to murder someone tonight
she asked that so calmly lmao "what is your problem?"
DON'T YOU DARE
OH HE'S DOING IT
OH HE DID IT
hdkfjdkghdkgj julio and jane all "why are we in this" JSKFUDOFUDLFIDLFUDLFJDKFJ
LETS GO NICK
maybe david SHOULD just stay w stéphane next time
and then they both can disappear into a black hole
sarah's faces are giving me LIFE my god this woman is a saint
WRECK THE BITCH STEPHANE AAAAYEEEEEEEEEE
SARAH IS GOING OFF OH MY GOD
julio and jane are out there like "oh jesus fucking christ this is making us seem like a functional family unit"
I can't get over it they're doing all this in front of julio and jane, tori, charlie, and god
he's not a very good dad is he?
oh
oh my god
oh my god nick no
oh fuck me I'm sobbing AGAIN WHAT THE FUCK
oh my fucking god
"I think it's a very sad way to exist" yeah
oh my god I need therapy after this
I'm literally calling my therapist after I'm done with this episode
jesus fucking christ that was bad. that was Really Bad I haven't stopped crying
oh okay thank fucking god for tori
YOU ARE A PATHETIC LITTLE MAN
sarah apologizing about the drama like the spring household doesn't have like 7 different mental illness diagnoses lmao
TORI IN THE BACKGROUND SAYING "YOUR BROTHER'S A PRICK" LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO
NICK?
NICK OH MY
oh
oh fuck
OH DARCY NO
DARCY NO OH MY GOD
oh my god
oh no
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watch and learn | iwaizumi hajime x f!reader x team japan
there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.
warnings: 18+, timeskip!everyone, BIG MANGA SPOILERS BASICALLY, exhibitionism, voyeurism, orgasm denial
w/c: 3.1k
a/n: now i don’t know if iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer learned about female orgasms when he was studying sports science at irvine BUT he def knows how to show a girl a good time which is reason enough for me to write this. also, i read this article to prep for this piece and it was super enlightening, so i do recommend giving it a read if you’re interested!
in the middle of his morning run, iwaizumi slowed momentarily to check the repetitive buzzing of this phone, curious as to who was messaging him this early. when he’d left the apartment, you were sleeping, and you had the tendency to still be sleeping by the time he returned, so who else could it be?
he unlocked his phone, quickly finding the source of the notifications: the team japan group chat.
[06:43 AM] miya: hey @iwaizumi—you know stuff abt the human body right?
[06:43 AM] miya: cus like you studied it in college and shit??
iwaizumi rolled his eyes. i spent four years in america to earn my degree, came back home to support my country’s olympic team, and dealt with the biggest idiots of volleyball, only to get treated like this?
[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: yes, miya. i took many courses on the human body. in fact that’s the purpose of my job. to know the human body. because i am a fucking athletic trainer.
[06:44 AM] miya: okay okay i get it. dumb question
[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: why? is something up? you need help or anything?
[06:44 AM] miya: uhhh kinda
[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata i’m not fucking asking this
[06:44 AM] bokuto: bro just do it
[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata @hinata @hinata
iwaizumi cocked an eyebrow. what the hell are they going on about?
[06:45 AM] iwaizumi: so am i needed or...
[06:45 AM] hinata: YES
[06:45 AM] hinata: we had a question
[06:46 AM] sakusa: by “we” he means him, miya, and bokuto
[06:46 AM] suna: yeah don’t bring us into this
[06:46 AM] hinata: don’t listen to them! both suna and sakusa wanna know too
[06:46 AM] iwaizumi: okay. what’s up
[06:47 AM] hinata: we wanted to know how to make a girl cum
he chuckled in disbelief.
[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: you’re telling me that you guys are in your mid-20s, literal olympic athletes, and you don’t know how to make a girl cum
[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: have you never done it before??
[06:47 AM] miya: NO
[06:47 AM] miya: FOR THE RECORD IVE MADE MANY GIRLS CUM
[06:48 AM] bokuto: ME TOO
[06:48 AM] bokuto: i think
he laughed out loud, briefly startling another runner on the sidewalk.
[06:48 AM] iwaizumi: you guys are unbelievable
[06:48 AM] hinata: i mean she says she finished but idk what i did to make that happen
[06:48 AM] bokuto: ^^
[06:48 AM] hinata: so like i wanna know how to actually do it
[06:48 AM] suna: actually im kinda interested in this too
[06:48 AM] aran: i pray for your future girlfriends. this is painful to see. im out
[06:48 AM] kageyama: i’m with aran on this one. you guys are dumb
[06:48 AM] hinata: shut up. you suck.
[06:48 AM] miya: cmon iwaizumi, help a guy out
[06:48 AM] sakusa: it wouldnt hurt for you to give us some pointers at least
iwaizumi sighed.
[06:49 AM] iwaizumi: @miya @hinata @bokuto @suna @sakusa meet in the locker room after practice. ill give you guys a lesson in the art of pleasing a woman
to teach effectively, he needed a volunteer, though he was sure you wouldn’t need much convincing. you’d always loved the attention, and the biceps, of the pro athletes. he spun on his heel and jogged home.
you woke up to the sound of your apartment door opening, your boyfriend creeping inside, forehead damp with sweat.
“hey,” you said quietly, making your way towards him.
“hey, baby. sorry for waking you up, i was trying to be quiet.”
you giggled sleepily. “s’okay, haji. you spoil me too much anyway, always letting me sleep in for hours while you’re off doing god knows what.”
at that, his eyes crinkled in amusement, and as you tried to step into a hug, he shuffled back. “woah there, baby. i gotta shower, ‘m all gross from my run. and then,” he gave you a peculiar look that you couldn’t quite place, “i got a proposition for you.”
after his shower, he waltzed out of the bathroom, steam wafting out from behind the door. his tanned body made you feel things you definitely shouldn’t be barely an hour after the sun’s risen, and you reached out to massage the tension in his shoulders. “so, what’s your proposition?”
“well,” he hesitated. “it’s a bit... unconventional. the team asked me to show them how to make a girl cum,” he took in your intrigued expression. “and it’d be a lot easier to explain if i had someone to do a live demonstration with. so,” his eyes flicked up to you. “that’s where you’d come in.”
“a... live demonstration? like you’re gonna make me cum in front of them?”
“yeah, essentially.” he gave you a devilish grin. “you want that, baby? wanna show those boys how a real man treats a gorgeous woman like you?”
you rubbed your thighs at his words. “yeah,” you purred. “i do. wanna show them how good you are to me.”
and that’s how you found yourself nestled between iwaizumi’s muscled thighs, back pressed against his chest, completely naked, with five of japan’s best volleyball players staring at your body in awe.
practically an expert in his field, iwaizumi knew the human body inside and out. this had many benefits; of course it allowed him to catapult up the ranks and work with the country’s best athletes to keep them at the top of their game, but it also had a unique side effect: an overwhelming vault of knowledge on how to make a woman feel good anywhere.
you’d seen the proof firsthand; he knew exactly where to push, prod, stroke, and tease to have you cumming in seconds, over and over, as many times as you wanted. he was amazing, and you were well-aware just how lucky you were to have such a talented man in the sheets.
“oi,” iwaizumi snapped his fingers, drawing each of the players’ eyes away from your glistening cunt. “pay attention. i know more than anybody that she’s hot as fuck, but you gotta listen to what i’m saying or else there’s no point to this.”
he lightly pressed his lips against your collarbone, slowly tracing them against your jaw, the contact making you squirm. “if you wanna make a girl cum, first thing you gotta do is make her comfortable. if she’s worried about how she looks or sounds or smells she’s gonna be too stressed to let go.” he moved his hands to grope your tits, his calloused fingers brushing over your hardening nipples. “so reassure her, tell her how irresistible she is, how pretty her moans are, how tasty her pussy is. shit like that. the sexier she feels the better it’ll be.”
he leaned into you, whispering into your ear. “feeling good, baby? we can stop whenever.”
you nodded weakly, afraid to open your mouth, barely holding in your whines as his palms worked wonders on your chest and stomach, sending shocks of heat wherever they touched.
you craned your neck up to observe the men before you. atsumu was flushed red, wringing his hands as if he was worried they’d do something embarrassing if he didn’t keep them occupied. hinata was bouncing his leg up and down, wiping his palms on his shorts as he took in the plushness of your thighs. bokuto was basically drooling, greedily tracing your soft curves with his eyes. suna maintained his indifferent expression, but the reddening tips of his ears showed that he was a lot more hot and bothered than he let on. sakusa stood quietly to the side, leaning against the wall, mask tucked under his chin as if he’d just realized how much the temperature had gone up in the room.
there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.
"make sure to try different things; there’s multiple ways to make a woman cum. only like a quarter of women experience orgasms just from penetration,” someone made a sound of shock. “yes, the number is that small, bokuto.”
his fingertip slowly trailed past your belly button, dipping into the mess between your thighs, causing you to slightly arch your back into the solid chest supporting you. “foreplay with the clit is your best bet; even stupid fucks like you probably wouldn’t screw it up too bad.”
hinata opened his mouth to speak, but iwaizumi anticipated his question and continued.
“i know you’re wondering where the clit is. it’s around here, under this hood of skin,” he slid his digit between your labia. “s’not gonna come with a label so you gotta explore a little bit. i know where hers is like the back of my hand, but for you guys, with your girls, you’re gonna have to move your fingers around. slowly. and pay attention to her expressions.” he began to rub in a circular motion around your clit, causing you to make small whimpers of pleasure and shift your hips to meet his movements.
“if she clenches up or twitches when you feel a certain spot, like this,” your legs flexed as he increased the pressure, “that’s the clit. be kind, it’s not a volleyball. be gentle n’ make small circles, whether it’s with your fingers or your tongue.”
he thought for a second. “speaking of which, oral’s important. very important. most women cum when they’ve been eaten out, so use your mouths for something more useful than just dirty talk. suck on the clit, maybe tongue-fuck her a ‘lil, but your main focus should always be the clit.”
he removed his hands from your sopping pussy, and you made a pathetic noise of frustration. “’m sorry, baby,” he muttered seductively in your ear. “don’t wanna have you finishing too early. lesson’s barely started.”
he turned his attention back to your audience, his lustful tone being replaced by a more instructional one. “there’s other places that’ll help a woman orgasm, too: her nipples, her neck, her ears—”
“her ears?” sakusa questioned. he blushed profusely as everyone turned to look at him, surprised that he’d opened his mouth. “what? we were all thinking it.”
“s’a valid question,” iwaizumi said. “yeah, you can lick ‘em if they’re sensitive. hers are.” as if to prove his statement, he licked a stripe on the shell of you ear, making you wiggle helplessly at the stimulation. “‘n leave kisses everywhere else. feels good for them just like it does for us.” he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and forcing your movements to stop as he traced patterns with his tongue all around your neck.
“something you should know about an orgasm is that it’s something called a positive feedback loop.” he looked up and was met with five blank stares. shouldn’t have expected anything from these dumb jocks, he lamented. “basically that means that, once you start releasing sexual tension, things will feel better and better until you climax.”
“oh!” atsumu chirped. “like how my sets get better and better throughout a game.”
“no, not really,” he quipped. “your sets suck throughout.” atsumu frowned at that.
iwaizumi exhaled exasperatedly. “the general idea is that the body gets more and more sensitive, muscle contractions become more and more frequent, and touches feel more and more stimulating until you cum. all right?”
they all made noises of understanding except for bokuto and hinata, whose eyes had glazed over at the first mention of an academic term. whatever, iwaizumi thought. they’ll get it through example.
"don’t worry about it too much if you don’t get it, that’s just an orgasm on paper. in practice, though, this is the crucial step: listen to her. she knows what feels good. never forget that you’re just an idiot with a cock.” he took a breath, gathering his thoughts before proceeding with his lecture.
“if she tells you to slow down, you slow down. if she tells you to go harder, you go harder. if she tells you to keep doing what you’re doing, you...”
“keep doing what you’re doing”, they all chimed in at staggered times.
“that’s right. don’t go faster or else you’ll mess up the rhythm and she won’t cum. and you wanna make her cum, don’t you?”
they nodded simultaneously.
“so if you keep up the tempo and force that feels good to her, you’ll be fine. questions?”
suna spoke up. “what about,” he choked on the word. “penetration?”
hinata hummed in agreement and bokuto jumped in. “yeah, what if i wanna make her cum on my cock?”
iwaizumi made a weird face. “that’s some pretty advanced stuff, but i guess i can go over it. when you try it, though, you have to be patient. with both of your bodies. s’not rocket science but s’not always easy. also it depends on the woman but sometimes she physically won’t be able to finish from penetration alone. just make sure you’re communicating.”
his swirled two fingers over your hole before shoving them in, your wetness making it easy for him to thrust in and out as your entrance stretched to accommodate him. “f—fuck!” your eyes flew open at the intrusion and you body lurched forward, but you were held back by his strong forearm. “ohmygod, oh my g—ah! feels s’good haji, s’good!”
“i know, baby, i know. you’re taking it so well.” he turned his attention back to the men, each of who were gulping heavily. if that didn’t signal to you that they were evidently affected by your moans, the way they shifted in their workout shorts did.
“boys, focus.” he curled his fingertips, brushing at the spongy spot at the top of your walls, ripping a pleasured wail from your throat and causing tears to prick at your eyelashes. “when you’re fingering her, you’ll feel an area inside that’s a bit soft and squishy. that’s the g-spot.”
you trembled in his arms as he mercilessly struck the same place over and over again with his fingers. “when you’re fucking her, try to keep the pressure building there, but it’ll be harder to make her finish since you can’t see what you’re doing.”
your breath hitched as iwaizumi’s incessant movements brought your body tantalizingly close to your release. he suddenly stopped and you almost sobbed in disappointment, until he plunged his fingers impossibly deeper.
a guttural scream of ecstasy came from within you, and your eyes rolled back as he began playing with another part of you, your body putty in his hands. “hngh, haji, ah! so good, s’good...” you threw your hands back around his neck, nails digging into the skin as you desperately tried to keep yourself grounded. your soft moans filled the air.
“stop clenching,” he hissed. “can barely move my hand.” you tried to relax but failed miserably as the tips of his fingers grazed your cervix.
“holy fuck,” suna muttered. “you’re a god.”
“she sounds so pretty,” atsumu said in amazement.
“i wanna make a girl feel good like that, too!” bokuto sulked.
“you can do it, bokuto!” hinata hit him on the arm. “just listen to iwaizumi. clearly he knows what he’s talking about.”
their eyes refocused on your figure, writhing in pleasure, prompting white hot waves of arousal to pool in their stomachs.
“yeah,” sakusa said. “clearly.”
“stop talking,” iwaizumi ordered. “and listen. beyond the g-spot is the cervix, which is basically the end of the vagina. if you’re long enough,” he briefly scanned each of their faces, “which i’m sure you are, you’ll be able to reach it if you bottom out.”
“haji—hajime, please.” the stimulation was coming absolutely unbearable, and you could tell he was sadistically holding you at the edge, refusing to give you the satisfaction of finishing. “lemme cum, please. please lemme cum, please, please, i can’t—i can’t take it ‘nymore!”
“what was that? you can’t take it anymore? gonna cum?” you helplessly bobbed your head up and down, hoping that he’d give you permission. “well,” he growled, “we can’t have that happening, can we?”
he abruptly halted his thrusts, pulling his fingers out of you with an embarrassing squelch and popping them into his mouth. pearly tears rolled down your cheeks as you grieved the loss of contact and relief.
your viewers looked on in horror, feeling immense sympathy for you; you just looked so dejected from being denied yet another orgasm.
“why didn’t you—why didn’t you let her cum?” bokuto asked.
“why do you think?” iwaizumi snapped. “don’t want you guys to see her when she does. that’s for me, and only me.”
“oh, okay,” he responded, disgruntlement clear in his voice.
iwaizumi’s glare could cut glass, it was so sharp. the possessiveness that had enveloped his mind made him hyperfocus on just one thought: being alone with you. “so, any other questions? if not, we’re done here.”
you pouted at that, not wanting the demonstration to be over. “but haji,” you mumbled into his collarbone. “i di’nt get to cum. and i wanna.” you looked up at him, eyes wide with want. “please make me cum.”
iwaizumi sent a harsh glance to the players that nonverbally communicated his message loud and clear: get out. they shuffled awkwardly out of the locker room due to the hardness between their legs that they would most definitely need to deal with soon.
your boyfriend turned his attention back to you. “’m sorry, i know i had to deny you a bunch of times. i just really hated the idea of anyone but me seeing the cute way you look when you cum.”
you made a small noise of acknowledgement and a little whisper of it’s okay, haji. he looked down, sensing the way your poor, desperate cunt was pulsing around nothing, the erotic sight injecting him with the pure need to ravage you.
he shifted his head to kiss you passionately. “why don’t i make it up to you?” he breathed between your parted lips before picking you up by the backs of your thighs, forcing you to lock your ankles around his waist.
he delicately situated you onto one of the recovery beds at the back of the room, before murmuring something that made your pussy throb in anticipation: “i’ll make you cum whichever way you want, however many times you want, all right? all you gotta do is lay back and take it.”
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people gotta stop romanticizing college man AKA: being both in charge of the narrative and subject to its inclinations is some whimsical horseshit and i do not fuckin abide
aight so im in film school right. and like, people really gotta stop romanticizing college bro.
i don't even fuckin know if I actually like the thing I'm going to school for.
i chose to be here and every day i wonder if i even like filmmaking, which is ludicrous of course i do.
however, this is far more nuanced a question than just the simple "does this thing make me happy." my whole goddamn career depends upon the far more loaded question of "do this thing make me happy enough i could do it for conceivably the next 50+ years and not prefer to launch myself directly into the sun than get up for work one more day." which is significantly harder to answer.
especially considerin i am in no way ignorant to the fact that im more than certain that future me will look upon current me with the same wallowing acid bath of disgust i hold for past me.
therefore i am in a particularly stupid and unsolvable paradox. If i am to determine that my future lies with the complicated and frustrating art of filmmaking, i need to do some soul searching and finish my character arc. However in order to have said character arc, i need to have,my life pointed in a direction so that the metatextual narrative doesn't crash and burn
i wish i could put my whole life on pause, figure myself out, then go back into it with a newfound sense of purpose. its like my author wrote like,, half of my story and then said "im bored" and left me in the vast expansive wastelands of the tumblr draft section, where all good posts go to die, and never actually got around to figuring out the second half of my epic character arc.
like, it’s so weird to say this but I feel like I’m at that point in my narrative or I’m about to get some serious character development??? my identity is finally coming into being and i have a sense of who i am in the metatextual narrative of this story, or at least the many different versions of myself that simultaneously exist and do not exist within the narrative at any given moment. like, at i am able to hold an internal socratic dialog with the 6 other versions of myself i am consciously aware of, which has to stand for somethin in the ridiculous self examination im doing for you, correct?
but the thing about character development is that you cant exactly have the aforementioned internal socratic dialog of you have fuckin english homework due. so what ends up actually happening is you procrastinate your big enlightenment for a more convenient time in order to keep the trains running on time. because god fucking forbid the train stops and you have an identity crisis. like everything functions fine when you keep the train moving, but if your train is falling apart you cant exactly power through a broken axle.
like oh shit the wheels are falling off and we’re either going to keep moving forward or the train is going to careen off the cliff of mental illness, and then when you DO inevitably crash, you say oh fuck i could never have predicted this. i am irretrievably fucked. except you DID predict this, all the way when your worst situation was a loose screw. but no, nobody takes you seriously until you crash and the whole train car fuckin obliterates itself on the mental illness tree like a small child running face-first into a glass screen door and watching with abject horror as the glass spiders on impact and shatters dramatically, covering the child in the snowflakes of his own grievous error.
i was in a boat where i was honestly doing pretty okay, and my workload is just light enough my ADHD doesn’t ruin my life 24/7 but i have one(1) singular negative thing happen and im all out of whack
plus, it doesn’t help that like,, i suddenly now have all these passions for writing and drawing for my buddies and making shitty jpeg gifs for my blog but i dont have any energy for film?? reader i willingly started this blog, made most of these gifs myself, and wrote out this insane, self-indulgent dialog because i, personally had the passion to do so. (wait can writing self-indulgent rantblogs be a career. because i'd be so good at that dude. i can finally stop ranting in my friends dms at like 3am)
im fuckin terrified 24/7 that i actually dont wanna do film and i wish i had time to figure that out.
like im a rad dude okay.
im one cool motherfucker, and being a cool motherfucker means i have like,,, a Lot of interests and talents that suit me in my role as said cool motherfucker.
in summary, i’m rad as shit.
this is known
the issue though is that my particular interests do not neatly fit themselves together in a way that a career path is easily laid out for me. i am such a jack of all trades that i could theoretically work in almost any department and become successful.
but, since i am only a man, my general quest is self-fulfillment, right? like the whole goddamn point of being on this stupid spinning rock of infinite horseshit is enlightenment. maslow's hierarchy of needs and all that shit.
so how, the fuck, am i supposed to figure out my particular position in life if i can conceivably find a career in like 6 different wildly divergent paths if i don't spend the next ten fuckin years trying each of them on like a little girl figuring out which disney princess halloween costume dress really says “me”
and i thought i was ahead of the game on this front. i had my first midlife crisis when i was 12 goddamnit. I've been staring at my own splintered identity since i started eating fuckin crayons, you'd think i'd have this shit sorted by now. i am a goddamn philosophical stable boy, mucking out the horseshit that is my psychological identity and self-actualization issues, except the horse in question is also in fact me, and he refuses to stop shitting. it is an endless stream of horse shit coated psyche turds, glittering in the beams of sunlight peaking through the wooden walls of the stables in question, which i guess within the context of this metaphor would be my skull.
and to add another layer to the layer cake of horseshit you and i are mucking out and subsequently baking together, our professors act as if on some level we have a full and in-depth understanding of who we are as people enough to like,,, make a fuckin decision about the career that will essentially define the rest of our lives
like, i can barely feed myself and put myself to bed. i am functionally at the same level of self-care as an overgrown infant, and im expected to have any understanding of how i wanna spend my life?
i call bullshit
we’re both intelligent and deeply interesting people, you and i, reader
we’re goddamn genuinely thoughtful and fascinating individuals with a wide variety of interests.
we are, what The Adults would call “well rounded”
and yet we still cannot manage to figure out any of this shit in a way that makes logical sense
and seriously dude, like if they were actually going to prepare us for college i would have appreciated more philosophy on the nature of enlightenment and self-fulfillment, because like yeah i definitely still wouldn’t have figured any of it out, but at least i would know what all the professional question askers up top have to say
or any assistance on the whole “who am i and where do i fit in the world” question?
like surely we could fuckin squeeze that particular topic in between WW2 for the fifth time and analyzing another robert fucking frost poem like motherfucker i don't even understand how basic college shit works, and I'm expected to become the fucking buddha and then also turn in that ten-page paper on whatever the fuck?
no, of course not.
we're expected to casually figure out the existential quandary of the universe over gay brunch with the ladies and never fucking touch the topic again. case closed, book shut, the narrative is linear as shit and everyone is pleased, roll credits.
like seriously what in the authors cursed name is that about?
thats not how people work, author, you cant just expect them to hinge their entire identities off of a paragraph you haphazardly wrote down at 3am!
we need spiritual fulfillment! i need my character to be fleshed out man! i dont care if the author is dead, you get your corpse right back here and explain to me what all this nonsense you conjured up means!
i demand an answer for the existential question of my life's purpose, dammit! as an author it is your responsibility to give the audience a satisfying conclusion, and i, as both a character and audience member am demanding a goddamn explanation! But as both author and character, i am essentially demanding that ouroboros stop eating his own goddamn tail for a minute and explain the transitive property to me, except ouroboros is also me and he doesnt fuckin know what the transitive property is because he hasnt been in 7th grade math class in like 6 years and he is also a fuckin snake.
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Since you liked the last part here's another and to pardon my French shit is about to hit the fan.
Philza could hardly wait to tell his older sons, he was a bit disappointed in Tommy for hiding your hybrid nature from him he had so much lost time to make up for all this time he could have been teaching you how to make a proper nest, how to fly once your wings were big enough or how to communicate with chirps and peeps, he calmed himself he knew now and once they arrived Wilbur and Technoblade would know as well. Just the thought of the little fledgling clothed in his flocks,colors joyfully chirping at him,wings no longer hidden was just making his chat go wild (fledgling, baby bird, protect, bring them here, why do we have to wait get baby bird now) while he did agree with chats caws they needed to get everything set up adopting them into the family would be a breeze all of his sons adored his fledgling, Tommy obviously as he was glued to your side whenever he could, Wilbur did as well spending hours in the library hidden away with his fledgling in a dusty corner, Techno as always showed his affection in spars and gifts of war even his sons chat loved them to the point where they were reluctant to spar. No there would be no resistance to you joining his flock from anyone (not even you). He was interupted when his elder sons entered time to share the good news.
Techno wouldn't admit it but he was nervous when he and Wilbur were called to their fathers chambers, was he right and you were sick with some incurable illness like the one that took their mother not long after Theseus came into the world. He didn't know if he would remain sain if that were the case driven mad by either his own or chats grief. The news that you were soon to be officially adopted into their family filled him with glee (new sibling,big bro techno arc E, E, cuddles for the cuddle god) oh he had to go to his workshop after he wouldn't allow another to forge your crown, he already had a design in mind along with half a dozen other gold based gifts in mind. But then his father grew silent here it comes he thought the fact that you were ill or had a debilitating sickness, when his fathers smile grew as static filled his ears as the fact you were a hybrid was shared with them, no, not just the fact that you were a hybrid, you were a winged hybrid like his father. A pained hiss escaped his lips(little bird, E, poggers, Icarus, Icarus, little birdie, build a nest for little bird, Gold armor) chat screaming in joy at the knowledge of your heritage. At least now he could gift you armor, though he didn't even know of he would be able to let you out of sight if you wore gold armor( not that he would without the armor either).
Wilbur was so exstatic at the news that you were joining the family he could already picture your future room covered in their families crest and colours, oh you would need your clothes embroidered with the royal crest, he would finally be able to call you his sibling out loud and that made the piglin part of his brain rumble in possessive delight. He may have not had the more outward hybrid traits that his twin had but he still had the love of gold and possessiveness over those he saw as his family and now you officially were going to be apart of it. Its only when his father told them about your winged hybrid nature that he snapped out of his daydream, this day kept getting better and better he would have wing slits added to your clothes alongside the family crest, ahhhh just the thought of all the feathery hugs he's would get in the near future from his new little sibling ( never letting go no matter how much you struggled) in their jubilation they never noticed the gold haired eavesdroper.
Tommy ran to your room as fast as possible only stopping in his room to gather the necessary supplies, you needed to leave now or you would never be able to run if you were officially a member of the Royal family you would never have the chance to escape their talons, their suffocating "love" no matter how far you ran. Waking you he watched as your face paled as he told you about what he heard, handing you a set of commoners clothes (coat big enough to hide your wings under) to change into he relayed his plan as he rubbed dye into your hair, run for the border to the nation of L'manberg it was the closest nation without an extradition treaty with the empire and it had a good enough army that they could go toe to toe with the empire as it currently was. He would burn anything of yours that you couldn't take so Technos hunting hounds would have no scent to follow and he would cover for you as long as he could giving you the precious time you needed to run after all a single minute could be the difference between the borders being open or closed. He shut out the selfish part of him that whispered that you should stay after all aren't you family to him, doesn't he want you to never need to feel hunger again, to have the unconditional love of a family, as he handed you all the money you would need to set up a new life. He watched as you slowly glided down to the forested floor below your guest room and as you vanished into the woods heading straight for the border between the empire and L'manberg, he prayed to any god that would listen that you would escape from this twisted family love they all had for you he forced himself to look away from the window as his gaze fell on the wardrobe he set about his part of the plan burning everything with your scent in the fireplace.
The next day was an ordinary one for the Royal family as far as anyone could tell but for its members it was easy to see that the elder three were excited about something, when you didn't arrive at the breakfast table with the youngest Prince the concerned emperor asked his youngest as to where you were only for the Prince to reply that you had thrown yourself into your studies so hard that you were exhausted and as such he told you to sleep in and recuperate. When you didn't show at lunch the emperor decided against his youngests protests went to his soon to be child's chambers. A few minutes later the whole castle heard the heartbroken wails of the emperor, his oldest two children ran to their fathers aid while the youngest just walked, the oldest and middle prince's just took in the scene that brought the emperor to his knees a room devoid of any sign you had ever been there, no clothes, no toys or nicknacks, the bed didn't even have any sheets the room was truly void of any sign you ever existed just the bitter scent of smoke filled the air and ashes spilled from the fireplace. Helping their father to his feet they ran alongside him to send out the order to lock down the borders, to find their missing family member. The youngest again just watched and hoped he had bought you enough time, he had the order to lock down the borders had come just hours after you had crossed into L'manberg mourning the fact you would never see your dear friend again.However chat wasn't wrong to call you Icarus after all you had flow to close to their sun, you would fall and drown in their love they would ensure it. Good luck out running the rising tide Icarus.
Ender-anon
Tada hope you like it Dodo, how long do you think you can out run the sea?
Ender- i'll say this once and i'll say this a million fucking times: i LOVE EVERYTHING YOU FUCKING MAKE BEACUE ALSKFDJLSADF AAAAAA I JUST LOVE MAN I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!
I can't think of anything to add to this that wouldn't ruin it!
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dance me to the end of love (iii)
word count: 4.3k
warnings: fem!oc, cursing, potential percy jackson & the olympians spoilers, alcohol consumption, motion sickness and vomiting
series masterpost: here
a/n: this took me a hot sec to finish but here it is! there's a dumb little latin joke in here but that's just because i'm a nerd lmao
Ryan is certainly giving Bette a run for her money in the best friend department.
Magdalene has no intentions of usurping her best friend, but Ryan is quickly becoming the person she talks to most frequently. It started on social media but quickly moved to regular texting, both of them being twenty-five and capable of communicating through more normal channels. The text thread between them isn’t indicative of their newfound friendship – it looks like they’ve been friends since high school. At any given moment at least three conversations are going on, and Magdalene regularly sends him random updates throughout the day. Ryan likes hearing about any interesting artefacts she encounters at work so she keeps mental notes to tell him during their frequent phone calls.
Despite talking to him almost constantly, Magdalene hasn’t seen Ryan since they grabbed lunch at Barn Owl nearly two weeks ago. The lake house trip is a couple days out, and she’s been busy trying to get all her ducks in a row. At work, the current project is coming to an end and Magdalene will be sad to see it go – it’s the first thing she’s been on from start to finish. She’s got a neighbour coming to spend time with Caligula while she’s away so he doesn’t get too upset. Though the days are passing by in a haze as she tries to get ready, Magdalene is excited to get away for a little bit. It’s been a few years since she’s left Denver for more than a night, electing to skip on Bette’s previous vacation invites, and it will be nice to slow down. Life is moving at a comfortable pace, but having some time to pause and breathe will keep Magdalene from feeling too overwhelmed.
Halfway through her last day of work, Magdalene gets a text from Ryan that makes her nearly double over in laughter.
Julius Caesar walks into a bar and says to the bartender “I’ll have a Martinus please!” The bartender replies “Don’t you mean a Martini?” Caesar shakes his head and says “If I wanted double I would have said so.”
It takes her a minute to catch her breath, which piques June’s curiosity. Magdalene recites the joke and her boss rolls her eyes and shakes her head, but does let out a chuckle.
June didn’t think it was funny, but I did. Thank you for making today infinitely better. You riding with us tomorrow?
Magdalene tucks her phone back into her purse, determined to remain focused for the last few hours, and misses the reply telling her that Ryan won’t be riding with Bette, Tyson, and herself, but rather with Cale and his girlfriend to leave enough space for all the gear getting brought. She doesn’t see it until she’s walking across the parking lot to her car and it fills her with a sadness that doesn’t make much sense. He’ll be there for the entire week, so does it matter that he’ll be in a different car for the four hour drive? Magdalene has a sinking suspicion about why she’s upset, but she pushes it down. There’s no space in your life for a relationship right now, she reminds herself as she unlocks the door to her apartment. Caligula is waiting patiently at the door and distracts her thoughts from the handsome man with the kind smile that’s been all she can think about recently.
The cat is incredibly perceptive and knows the regular routine is going to change, making him particularly clingy. He follows Magdalene as she finishes packing, meowing and begging for pets, and she considers bailing on her friends. Caligula has mild separation anxiety and Magdalene doesn’t go away often partly because of it – though another reason is her homebody nature. Only the thought of seeing Ryan keeps her from hanging all her clothes back up.
“Don’t worry little boots,” she coos, “I won’t be gone long. Maria is going to check on you while I’m away, and I’ll be home before you know it.”
It seems ridiculous to speak to her pet as though it’s a child, but Magdalene knows Caligula comprehends what she’s saying. He’s always been smart, and the two of them share a bond that’s hard to explain. She picks him up, puts him in the pocket of her hoodie, and they spend the rest of the night packing and dancing along to the radio.
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Bette forgot to mention that the road to the lake house is winding, and Magdalene spends the entire ride with her head between her knees. Motion sickness is something that unfortunately plagues her during journeys longer than a couple of hours and she wishes she would have thought to take anti-nausea medication before leaving the house. Tyson tries to crack a joke about her being a bad passenger, but his girlfriend swats his arm and passes her friend a water bottle with a concerned smile. The two of them speak in hushed tones, almost certainly for Magdalene's benefit, and she does her best not to throw up on the floor of Tyson’s car. After what feels like two decades the vehicle rolls to a stop at the end of a gravel path.
“Mags, we’re here,” Bette says softly, praying that her friend will begin to feel better after stretching her legs and feeling firm ground underneath her.
There’s an unintelligible groan from Magdalene, but she rises out of the car and stumbles into the house. Tyson and Bette insist that she rest and they’ll handle the unloading of the car, so she crawls into one of the empty beds and falls asleep as soon as her head touches the pillow. It’s a dreamless slumber, one fuelled by the pure exhaustion of battling illness while travelling, and when she awakes hours later Magdalene feels oddly refreshed. Her energy level is still relatively low, but she knows that intaking food won’t be an issue.
Padding down the stairs as quiet as possible in an effort to not break the peaceful atmosphere, Magdalene is met with a quiet house. She’s utterly confused – she didn’t sleep long enough to miss dinner and judging by the way the sun is low in the final car full of people should be arriving any minute. For a moment she thinks the group left her in the mountains alone, but then the sound of a trunk closing breaks the silence.
“I fucking told you bro, you should have let me drive!”
Ryan’s voice echoes in Magdalene's ears and her heart skips a beat. She didn’t realize how much she had missed him or how excited she is to see him. Despite everything inside of her saying she should run into his arms Magdalene stays put in the kitchen, running the tap to get a glass of water. She focuses on the mountain on the other end of the lake, framing the setting sun and creating a postcard ready photo. The camera app on her phone is open and angles for the best shot are found. Ryan tumbles through the door a second later, arms filled to the brim with luggage and bags of food.
He drops them the second he sees her, running up behind her and lifting her off the ground. “Mags! Cale almost hit a deer!”
The shock of Ryan’s onslaught of affection catches her off guard, and Magdalene shakes her hand, forcing the picture to turn out as nothing but a blur.
“No hello?” She laughs as Ryan lets her feet touch down on the wooden floor. “It’s the least you could give me after destroying my chance of getting a National Geographic worthy picture.”
He smiles but doesn’t let his hands drop from their perch on her waist. “There’s six more days for you to nail it. I’ll even help if you ask.”
Other bodies enter the house then, causing Magdalene to slink away from Ryan’s touch even though it was the last thing she wanted to do. They’re simply friends, and she doesn’t want Bette to get any ideas. The last thing Magdalene needs on her plate right now is her best friend forcing her to paint a custom denim jacket with Ryan’s number across the back. “I can’t believe you almost hit a deer,” Tyson sighs in disbelief.
“It wasn’t even close,” Cale grumbles, picking up his bags and stomping off to find a place to claim as his own the next couple of days. A petite redhead follows after him, giving a small wave to those in the kitchen before scurrying away. When she asks, Ryan tells Magdalene the girl’s name is Livy, and that she’s Cale’s girlfriend from back home.
Everyone shrugs at his moodiness and disperses. Bette and Tyson stay in the kitchen to make dinner, Ryan goes to claim the final room, and Magdalene slips outside to sit on the patio furniture. The sun has dropped drastically in the past five minutes, causing the air to chill. She wraps her arms tighter around her legs and watches a pair of birds fly over the lake below. It’s so peaceful, a complete one-eighty from the insanity of her life in Denver, and Magdalene thinks about never leaving. She knows it’s impossible, but as she closes her eyes and listens to the quiet laughter of her friends inside the idea seems like a pretty good one.
The sliding door creaks open and Ryan goes through as quietly as possible. He tosses a sweater in Magdalene’s direction as he walks over, plopping down beside her on the small couch.
“Thanks,” she mumbles, slipping the fabric over her head. “I didn’t realize how cold it had actually gotten.”
He smiles in response and shuffles his body a little closer to create extra warmth. Magdalene leans into him, trying to appear casual even though her heart is beating rapidly, and pulls on the strings of the sweater Ryan gave her.
“So, are you excited for this week?”
It’s more awkward than she thought it would be – seeing him in person again, especially since they’ve been texting almost constantly, and the words kind of stick in her throat.
“Honestly? Now that I’m here I am, but I was a little leery about taking time off,” Ryan explains, detailing how he’s trying to improve some aspects of his two-way play and is worried his progress will plateau. Magdalene understands and shares her own worries about taking time off work even if her boss encouraged it.
After catching up quickly and running out of things to say, the pair of them sit in silence watching the sun set until they’re called inside for dinner. It’s nice to just exist, especially with Ryan beside her, and Magdalene feels her heart sink as they separate and he goes to make sure Cale isn’t actually mad at him.
☼☼☼☼
It storms the first two days at the lake house, forcing everyone to stay inside. Tyson complains about how he has less time to drive the boat that came with the property but the others take it in stride. Magdalene spends most of the time reading for pleasure, something she hasn’t been able to do much of the past few years, and Ryan joins her for large chunks of the time. It turns out that he too is an avid reader, and the two of them discuss their favourite novels and series while the other four play board games.
“So you’re telling me you wish Annabeth would have joined the Hunters of Artemis?” Magdalene shrieks in shock, almost knocking the wine out of her glass as her arms flail in disbelief.
“I think it made sense for her to,” Ryan defends.
“But she’s perfect for Percy!”
He sticks to his guns. “I’m not saying she isn’t. I just think that at the time the offer was presented it was the most logical choice. You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about what would have happened if she did.”
She ducks her head in defeat because she had imagined it, on many occasions in fact. When reading the series for the first time in middle school Magdalene had desperately hoped Annabeth would choose the Hunters over Camp Half-Blood, gaining the family she herself never was privy to. They return to reading quietly beside each other, occasionally knocking elbows when trying to turn a page.
Tuesday brings sunshine and clear skies, which means Tyson is trying to corral everyone into the boat as soon as they’re up. Magdalene tries her hardest to get out of it but her pleas fall on deaf ears.
“You’ll be fine, stop being such a wimp,” Cale jests. She knows that he’s just anxious to soak up some sun, but the words hurt more than Magdalene would have liked them to.
Livy swats her boyfriend across the chest. “Enough! If she doesn’t want to come she doesn’t have to.” The smaller girl sends her a kind smile before speaking low enough that only Magdalene can hear her. “I know your book is just getting good and you look like the kind of person who needs alone time to function properly. Enjoy yourself.”
Seemingly excused from the day’s festivities, Magdalene gives a sheepish wave before climbing the small hill to the house. Ryan meets her halfway and is appalled when he hears of her plans.
“Nope, I don’t think so. You’re not leaving me alone to be the ultimate third wheel!”
He has her off the ground and over his shoulder in a millisecond, jogging lightly to catch up with the rest of the group. Magdalene’s laugh bounces off the tree lined shore, and she’s too busy having fun shrieking at Ryan to complain about being forced to spend all day on a boat away from her book. Tyson peels away from the dock before she can regret tagging along, and Bette tugs Magdalene to the bow.
The two girls chat quietly, giggling and sipping on the mimosas they made earlier. Magdalene isn’t a huge day drinker, but Bette makes sure there’s more orange juice than champagne to make her feel less guilty. Livy joins them a while later after becoming sick of the boys and their shenanigans. It’s nice to hang out with a group of girls that aren’t competing for the top spot in a class, Magdalene decides, and she revels in the stories they tell of going to hockey games and babysitting the children of players so they can catch a break. Twinges of jealousy creep up at the wonderful family dynamic the Avalanche seem to have, but she stomachs them. She reminds herself that other people deserve to have support systems and excuses herself from the conversation.
Magdalene slides into the free space beside Ryan, and without thinking he wraps an arm around her shoulder. It feels so natural that she wonders if it’s how he greets all his friends, but the looks of shock and Tyson and Cale’s faces say otherwise. After a bit more cruising they find a small bay to anchor in for a while. The sun had climbed to the middle of the sky and is unbearably warm, leaving everyone no choice but to jump into the water to cool off. Magdalene does her best to float peacefully a short distance away from the group but is somehow brought into a splashing war because the teams aren’t equal.
Eventually the constant barrage of water chills her to the bone, and Magdalene swims back to the boat. She watches from the sidelines and cheers for her old teammates with a towel wrapped snugly around her. Ryan breaks from the group too, insisting it isn’t fair to have teams on unequal strength. Once dry, he picks up the baseball cap he brought and places it delicately on Magdalene’s head.
“Your cheeks are starting to go pink and I don’t want you to burn,” he explains, passing her a bottle of sunscreen as well.
“Thanks Ry.”
They muse about the idyllic beauty of the scene in front of them until everyone rejoins them. For reasons unbeknownst to Magdalene Tyson is in a rush to get back to the house, which leads to him driving very fast and a little erratically. The contents of her stomach threaten to come up but she holds them down, tightening her grip on the leather seat. A wave crests and Tyson hits it head on, causing the boat to lurch and rock. Magdalene knows it’s going to happen before it does and leans over the side to save a mess from being created. All the alcohol and food she’d consumed throughout the day is no longer in her body, and heat creeps up the back of her neck. She’s embarrassed – what twenty-five year old gets sea sick?
“Are you okay?” Ryan asked, not bothering to hide the concern in his voice.
She tries to smile but it comes out more like a grimace. “I just, uh, get motion sick really easily.” Bette passes her a water bottle and she drinks it quickly, eager to get the taste out of her mouth.
Ryan lets Magdalene curl into his side the rest of the way home, and rubs comforting circles on her back to ease her discomfort, doing his best to ignore the stares from his friends.
☼☼☼☼
The trip comes to an end much more quickly than Magdalene would have liked. Tomorrow morning they’ll pack up and drive back to Denver, returning to their normal hectic schedules. Cale and Livy are heading back to Alberta for the rest of the summer, and Bette and Tyson will be going for a visit as well. She’s heard Ryan mention going home in passing, which most likely means he doesn’t have plans to stay. Magdalene will be all alone in Colorado, but she’s used to it. The only issue being friends with professional athletes is that they leave. She’s been dealing with the loss since Bette and Tyson got together years ago – having them around as her support system most of the year and then them disappearing for a couple of months.
Not wanting to think about how soon she’ll be alone, Magdalene heads outside and starts a campfire. It’s a skill she picked up as a kid and it has come in handy over the years. The newspaper crinkles under the flame from the lighter, and soon the kindling is burning well. Everyone else is still inside, cleaning up from dinner and preparing for one last night in paradise. She places a few blocks of wood in the fire pit once there’s a good enough flame and curls up in a chair, lost in thought about what comes next. There’s rustling from somewhere behind her but she pays it no mind, assuming it’s a small animal wandering through the forest.
“Can I offer you some company?” a voice says softly, waiting for a response. The movement wasn’t a raccoon but in fact Ryan, and Magdalene gestures at the chair beside her with a smile.
He passes her a glass of white wine, which she takes with an appreciative hum. They sit in silence for a moment, admiring the beauty of the setting sun. “I’m going to miss it,” Ryan sighs, leaning back in his chair and extending his legs.
She nods. “Me too. It’s so quiet up here. Denver gets too loud sometimes.”
“Tell me about it. I’m not just going to miss the lake though, it’s also lounging around and not having to worry about hockey. And you.”
The ending comes out rushed, and Magdalene isn’t sure she heard him correctly. “Me?”
Ryan looks at her like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Yes you. Why wouldn’t I? You’re funny, smart, and catch all of my West Wing references. There’s no one who gets me quite like you, even back home.”
It takes her by surprise. They’ve only known each other for a few months, and only really started associating after the party at Bette and Tyson’s. There has to be somebody who knows him better than she does. When she voices her opinion Ryan just scoffs, saying that people treat him as one-dimensional because he plays hockey. Somehow the conversation shifts to Magdalene, and when she lets it slip she gets lonely in Denver without her friends, Ryan asks the question she’s been dreading.
“So why don’t you get a boyfriend?”
“I can’t just get a boyfriend because my friends are gone,” she laughs, but there’s an edge to it, like she’s unsure of where this will go and how to question the follow ups.
He rolls his eyes. “I know that, but like, I don’t know, wouldn’t it be nice to not be alone all the time?”
It would be, Magdalene thinks, but she just shrugs. “I guess I’m not looking for a relationship right now. I just finished school and for the first time in a long time I can focus on myself.” She leaves out the part where Ryan gives her butterflies and that if he asked she’d probably jump headfirst into a relationship with him.
The topic is dropped then because Tyson comes out of the house screaming about the night is going to be wild because it’s their last together for a while. Magdalene and Ryan share a look of mild panic, but both of them are itching to have fun with friends so they raise their glasses in salute before finishing them in one gulp.
Magdalene drinks more than she should and wakes in the morning with a killer hangover. It seems that no one else is better off though, all stumbling around looking for Advil and coffee like it’s going to be their last meal. Packing up takes a bit longer than expected, but they’re still out before the official checkout time. There’s a bit of discourse on who Magdalene will travel home with. Bette wants her in Tyson’s car, no doubt to talk about how close her and Ryan seem to be, but Cale offers to bring her with them. His reasoning is that Ryan is driving him and Livy directly to the airport, and having the front seat could be good for her motion sickness. It’s ultimately Magdalene’s choice and the idea of having more time with Ryan before he leaves is too enticing to pass up. She bids her other friends goodbye, promising to come over for dinner before they fly out, and climbs into the cab of Cale’s truck.
Once again she’s a less than ideal passenger, but this time it’s because she sleeps the entire way back to Denver. The drinking took it out of her and coupled with the queasiness in her stomach from the winding roads sleep is the only thing that makes sense. So much for extra time with Ryan she thinks as she wakes up in the airport parking lot.
“Sleeping beauty has risen!” Ryan chuckles, “Why don’t you get out and stretch your legs for a sec? We have the parking spot for another fifteen minutes.”
Magdalene does as suggested because truthfully her joints are a little stiff, and finds Cale and Livy grabbing their bags from the back. She hugs them goodbye and wishes them safe travels, which Cale returns with a warning not to get into too much trouble before heading for the entrance. Once both of them are safely inside the confines of the airport, Ryan and Magdalene get back in the vehicle and finish the last leg of the trip.
She directs Ryan to her apartment complex, and he mentions that he’s never been in this area of the city. “That’s because you have no need to be around a bunch of university kids,” she laughs. Once they pull into the parking lot, he offers to help her take up her bag. It’s only a small suitcase Magdalene could definitely handle herself, but she wants him to come up, to prolong her time with him.
Magdalene’s keys jingle in the lock as the door opens. Ryan follows her in and shuts the door carefully, not wanting to disrupt the aura of peace that permeates the space. From what he can tell, the average size apartment is the perfect reflection of Magdalene – packed full of books and plants and feels very put together despite the owner being only twenty-five. After their shoes find a home on the boot rack and the coats they brought for the drive home are hung in the closet she leads Ryan into the living room. There’s a soft purring by his feet, and Ryan looks down to see an animal. He never pegged Magdalene as someone to keep pets.
“Who’s this?” he asks, bending down to pet the small white cat.
“That’s Caligula.”
A puzzled look graces Ryan’s features. “Who?”
“Caligula,” Madalene giggles. “You can call him little boots if you’d like. He’ll respond.” She picks up the animal when it comes to her and scratches gently behind its ear.
“Why would you name your cat something dumb like Caligula, and why does it respond to little boots?”
It’s then the woman realizes that not everyone understands the reference. “Caligula was the third emperor of Rome,” she explains, “But his real name was Gaius. He gained the nickname Caligula as a child and it just stuck. It translates to little boots in Latin.”
Ryan is in awe of Magdalene for what feels like the millionth time. Of course someone as smart as her would have a crazy name for a pet and have the knowledge to back it up. He feels his chest tighten with affection but he wills it away. She isn’t looking for anything right now, he reminds himself. Magdalene’s self-professed inability to reciprocate his feelings is frustrating, but Ryan knows he’d wait forever for her.
☼☼☼☼
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