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diorchids · 4 months

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play date

warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, no use of y/n, f!reader, making out, swearing, fingering, oral ( m&f receiving ), finger sucking, unprotected p in v, sub&dom!sejanus ( squint ), obsessed!sejanus, praise kink

a/n: this took too long ?? first fic on here so lmk ur thoughts

mature content ahead!

sejanus seems so innocent. his nerdy nature, eagerness to learn, the way he never hangs out after classes. “he stays to himself, a lot,” coriolanus mutters following you asking about sejanus’ personal life. his brown eyes gaze up at the unprovoked mention of his name.

standing from his desk, he waltzes over to you and coryo, “why wouldn’t i stay to myself? you expect me to trust them?” sejanus points to arachne and her groupies. you smile, making him grin after looking back at you and coryo.

dean highbottom makes himself known, clearing his throat. you crane your neck to glance over to sejanus, but his eyes are already on you.

the brief eye contact made you immediately sit back in your designated seat while highbottom asks everyone to partner up for a project, coming up with ideas for the games to come.

trudging your way through the dense population of your peers, looking for clemensia. you’d assumed corio was working with sejanus.

“looks like you’re also in need of a partner,” the tall boy towers over you, his curls bouncing as he tilts his head downward. his eyes narrow on yours, expecting a sad rejection, he squeezes his hands together.

“i guess i am, projects must not be for snow,” he’d left. long gone under the guise of a bathroom break.

sejanus clears his throat, “be mine, then, please,” his throat is jammed with saliva, his tongue gliding around the tips of his teeth. but you oblige, biting the inside of your cheek. “my parents aren't home, just in case you wanted to start there,” he clarified, making sure you knew he was talking about school.

you chuckle at his tense demeanor. “does this house have an address?” sejanus laughs, he’s less on edge, all because of you.

he gets home with the piece of paper with your number on it, brushing over it with his clammy hands. his palms instinctively rub against his clothed dick, making him whine at the pain that needed taking care of. you knew what you were doing.

making him so needy, having him practically beg for your attention. sweaty hands trail up to the phone to dial your number, he hesitates to dial the last digit.

“hello?” your voice raises goosebumps on his skin. he's silent, a lump getting caught in his throat. “sejanus? from class? is the play date ready?”

you sit up on your bed, awaiting his answer. “yeah, s’ready,” his smile could be heard through the phone.

“i’ll be there in, like, 10.” before he could answer, you hung up.

knocks on the door accompany the sounds of lucky flickerman speaking on tv. the door handle shakes after sejanus forgets to unlock it. “one second–! fuckin’ doorknob,” the door opening to his smile, eyebrows anxious and twitching.

“we can head to my room if you want,” he makes it clear he only wants to do the project, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

following him upstairs, you notice how nice his house is, putting yours to complete shame. his room has posters, quotes, and pictures of his family. “let's just start now, with brainstorming.”

his eyes flick back and forth from your face and your bra rubbing against your shirt. you draw diagrams of threats that could be implemented into the games, the only driving force is the thought of being a mentor.

your back aches from sitting in the chair for too long, the desk lamp straining both of your eyes. you rose from the desk, making sejanus slightly frown, being farther away from you.

you fall straight back onto his bed, a slight moan escaping your lips. a quiet groan leaves him, his eyebrows furrowing while looking at your pillowy lips.

he fidgets with his hands, trying so hard to not palm his cock while you’re right there, “l’me touch you — please,” he groans out, desperately. this was something guttural, something begging to leave his mouth.

his words fall slowly out it. they take you by surprise, his desperation for you, his whiny voice. his legs go into what feels like autopilot as he walks towards you, so hungry.

“i’ll be so good, so, so good,” his leg between yours, you sitting up, being met with his face. his warm breath against your cheeks makes your breath hitch.

fingers cradle your jaw as his thumb draws circles on your chin, “talk t’ me.” you nod as your eyes analyze his face, taking in every ounce of his words, “whatever you want, do whatever you want,” pulling your waist to his leg, rocking yourself against him.

your wet lips smashing into his, your mouth being searched every inch by his warm tongue. his hands travel all over you, gripping your thighs and your neck. (softly, of course.)

“knees, now, please,” his words leave a mark on your cheek. so soft and yet so demanding. but you comply while sej unbuckles his belt, licking his top lip. seeing you on your knees, so helpless, so nasty.

he pulls his cock out of his boxers, and it slaps his stomach, he’s so achingly hard and big. his pants are discarded onto the floor, you both know they won’t be needed.

sucking air in through his teeth when you prod at his red, leaking tip. head tilting to the side with desperate eyes, eyebrows furrowing when you kiss his tip, he pulls his shirt off. his dick is huge next to your face, you run your finger up a vein, making him shudder.

“mmmf — f- fuck,” he babbles while pulling your hair into his fist, bucking his hips into your warm mouth. “m’ sorry,” eyes roll to the back of his head, his lips swollen from being abused by his teeth.

his bed squeaks as he flops down on his bed to sit, still pulling your mouth onto his dick. cock twitching in your mouth as you squeeze his soft but toned thighs, earning a groan and tug on your hair. “you see what you’re doin’ t’ me? m’ like an animal for you,” eyebrows truly showing how he feels about you. your hands wrap around his cock while you jerk it and suck his swollen, abused tip.

“show me how much you love me, sejanus,” keeping eye contact no brick could break, his cock twitches while you take him all in your mouth one last time. his hand finds its way to your breasts, caressing and squeezing them.

warm spurts of cum coating the back of your throat, his big hands grip your hair, bucking his hips into your mouth. groans and moans fill the room as you look up at him, with those eyes.

his cock twitching against your chin, his face flushed while brushing your hair to the side, “that was s– so good, s’ good,” wet lips quivering from your nails digging into thighs. “felt good?” you say, breathlessly, sejanus nodding immediately, face red and hairs starting to stick to his head.

he helps you to your feet before guiding you toward his bed. rough, big hands lay you down before trailing down to the end of the bed. he looks at you, examining your face attentively before gripping your ankles and dragging you to him.

“let's get this off, ‘kay?” he tugs the end of your shirt, you nodding while pulling the shirt over your head, your lace bra making sejanus groan at the sight of you, so, so beautiful.

he crawls to you, wrapping arms around your chest, undoing your bra, chests rubbing against each other. your bra falls as he watches in awe. sejanus rises and moves to the end of the bed, eyes lidded, once again hungry. tapping your ankle, silently telling you to open your legs, analyzing your wet cunt being soaked through your panties.

“so wet, all for me?” you nod quickly. his thumb presses against your needy clit, making you shiver and instinctively close your legs on his head. “m’ sorry, keep goin’,” grabbing a pillow to cover your mouth, to muffle the moans to come.

“no, wanna hear you,” his arm flexes as he grabs the pillow and pushes your hips up to make space for it.

his fingers hook onto the hem of your panties, pulling them off of your legs, exposing your bare cunt. he ruts himself against his bed as he groans hot breaths right into your clit. fingers glide across your slit, moving up to your clit, earning moans from you and your puffy lips. his tongue licks a stripe onto your cunt before latching onto your swollen clit.

long fingers traveling up to your mouth, and without a word you start to suck and swirl his fingers around in your mouth before him abruptly slipping them out and into your cunt.

lips detach from your clit to speak, “ah, takin’ it so well, baby. talk t’ me, please,” you nod before he curls his fingers up, hitting that sensitive spongy spot. “words, please,” he begs, gripping your thigh with his free hand, squeezing fat.

“love it, love your fingers in me s’ much.” groans fill your pussy as he goes faster, sucking your puffy clit, fingers going in and out. the coil in your stomach tightens with every sloppy thrust.

rabid moans leave your throat as you buck your hips up into his face, him holding your hips down with his hand. the bed slightly moving back and forth from his hips rutting against the edge, “so wet. so fuckin’ sweet,” his muffled words praising your cunt. your hips stutter on his chin and he thrusts mercilessly, in and out.

the fire in the pit of your stomach igniting as you cum all over his face and bed, cum pooling at your ass. his tongue swirling over your clit makes your eyes roll back earning a back arch off of the pillow. “fuck, i’m cummin’, you feel so good in me, love you so much, baby,” you exclaim while writhing under his spell.

his hips hump pathetically against his bed until he hears your words, your praise. his cum coating his boxers in hot, white seed.

“nngmf,” his head falls straight onto your clit. your hands finding his curls, soft moans filling the room. his seed dripping down his leg onto his carpet, leaving a stain, a memory.

“gonna cum in you now, let you have all of it,” crawling up the bed, smashing his cum washed lips onto yours. “can i fuck you, please?” you nod while he pulls his cock out of his wet boxers and lines it up with your entrance, “s’ take it all,” before smashing his hips in and out of your spoiled cunt. lips abusing your needier ones, he couldn’t wait, he couldn’t wait to be inside of you, soaked in your juices.

his hips don’t stop from slamming your cervix in, ripping painful but pleasurable moans from deep down. his flexed arms hold your knees to your shoulders, taking complete control of your body. “you feel so fuckin’ amazin’. better than i ever imagined. so – so warm for my cock, so fuckin’ tight,” you moan while gripping his hair in response, nodding so eagerly, wanting and needing more of his dick.

drool falling from the corners of your mouth, so fucked out, so dumb for his cock, the cock thats bruising up your cervix.

“like you were made for me, fittin’ me all up in here, fuck, gonna empty my balls all up in y– agh,” his balls slap your slit as you both chase the high. the delicious high, the rewarding high.

your pussy squeezes his cock so beautifully, so perfectly. “g’ cum, f’ so good in me,” your whisper, egging him on. he grips your thighs so tightly, threatening to cum all up in you. “you wanna cum? go ahead,” his eyes on yours, “cum all on me, all over me, please, ” his hips thrust violently into you, animalistically.

your eyes dart to your pussy, taking all of him, swallowing his cock so well. him digging his nails into your plush thighs, thrusts becoming sloppy. he pushes down on your stomach to feel himself making you feel so good. your cunt starts to flutter, while the coils tighten again, threatening to snap. “grippin’ me so good, like a fuckin’ vice,” he’s panting into your ear.

“m’ cumming, sejanus, all f’ you,” you reach climax, cum piling at the base of his cock as your back arches, pleasure coursing through you as the juices fall onto the bed under you.

he doesn’t pull out of you, though, instead chasing his high. “you did so good, thank you, thank you s’ much,” he groans out to you, still bruising your cervix. you can’t even respond, being so fucked out from his thick cock stretching you out so good.

cock twitching, he speeds up while gripping your ass, slamming your walls into him. hips stuttering while his warm cum coats the entirety of your cunt, inside and out. he rides his high out, though he pulls out eventually. just to replace it with his thick, long finger.

“love you, love y’ so much,” his bruised lips abusing yours.

he shuffles awkwardly to his bathroom to get you a warm towel, pulling the warm blanket over your bodies.

i see very few fics of him like he isnt so fine, but i must speak my truth!!!!

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spideyhexx · 19 days

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they’re hot

#tom blyth #josh rivera #this one script im writing I started thinking of the main character with tom in mind and then gradually thinking of josh for al #another character #they need to do a movie together where they’re #silly n besties

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fandom-cosplay215 · 1 year

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So we all know nothing in this world has gone as hard as Epic: the cyclops saga goes right?

Hot take the lines in survive where a soldier yells

“he’s got a club- HES GOT A CLU-“

Then another yells

“What are our orders?! captain? CAPTAIN!”

Are the most gut wrenching, mind numbing heartbreaking lines in existence

#epic the cyclops saga #epic the musical #jorge rivera herrans #this man is a genius #the writing omg #the odyssey

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disenchantedif · 3 months

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Here’s a commission I did for @stephschoices and her MC Lili since we’re all in a Luci mood lol. While I code the rest of Luci’s scenes, here’s this to tide you all over 🤲

Remembering the anniversary of a relationship that’s ended is a unique kind of torture, you think. It was once a day you celebrated and now it caused nothing but pain. Time is ruthless, and nothing stays the same.

Well, some things stay the same.

Like how your heart skips a beat when you see him slumped over the railing in the hallway, looking out at the night sky. That’s never changed, and you don’t think it ever will. Lucien Rivera will, perhaps unfortunately, always take your breath away. Then your heart sinks as you see the ruffled wings, the whiskey bottle dangling between limp fingers, the way his head is bowed as if in prayer.

He’s not praying, you know that much. Despite being part angel, Lucien never had much faith in anything.

You approach quietly, your steps silent against the concrete. He’s too far gone to hear you anyways, you realize, reaching out a gentle hand to nudge his shoulder. He spins around, the shitty overhead light reflected in his wide eyes.

It’s quiet for a moment, then your name tumbles out of his clumsy lips, “Leliana…”

Maybe it’s providence, be it of fate or the divine or something you aren’t even aware of, that you brought you both here. Maybe it’s your shit luck, or maybe it’s a chance you’ve been wishing for in the depths of your heart. Either way, he’s here and so are you.

“Lucien,” You force his name out, and it feels like the air has been knocked out of your lungs, “I think…I think you’ve had enough.”

You glance pointedly down at the bottle. He looks away.

“I’d disagree,” He mutters.

When you hold your hand out, you don’t expect him to actually hand the whiskey over. He does, though, obediently and with shaking hands. There’s no lid in sight, which tells you he fully planned on drinking the whole thing tonight.

“Is Cameron back at your dorm?” You ask, and the knowledge that you don’t know the ins and outs of his life anymore is like acid on your tongue.

Lucien gives a stilted laugh, “No. He’s with his aunt.”

You offer your arm when he tries to stand on wobbling legs. He stares at it for a long moment, like he isn’t quite sure if he’s imagining it or not. Then he moves gingerly to take it, his skin on yours both foreign and familiar.

You know very well where his dorm is. Perhaps you’re over conscious of it, the fact that he lives just down the hall. It was stinging, at first, that he was so close yet so far. That seems to be the common theme between the two of you.

“Why?” Lucien asks, his gaze dismal.

“You need help,” You say, as if it isn’t tearing you apart from the inside out to be so close to him.

The look he gives you calls you out on the lie, but he’s retained enough manners to say nothing.

You reach his dorm, and he’s left the door unlocked. You’d fret about safety if it was anyone else, but it’s Lucien, so you push the urge down. He ambles to the couch when you release him, sitting in a heap of mussed curls and disheveled feathers. You open the fridge, cringing slightly at the lack of food as you get a bottle of water.

“Drink this,” You say, handing it to him before you drift back into the small kitchen.

The crinkling plastic tells you he listened as you pour the rest of the whiskey out. He doesn’t object, despite seeing you do it. When you turn, his eyes are locked on you, a half empty bottle held in his hands.

“Do you need anything?” You can’t help but ask, surprised when the question makes him wince away.

“You,” He mumbles, sullen and slurred.

At first, you think there’s more to what he’s saying. That he has some request for you. You almost ask a question, to clarify, when the realization strikes you.

It’s just…you.

Perhaps you sit next to him because your knees are weak, or because you feel like you can’t quite breathe, but either way you end up on the couch. His hand is so close to yours, and you long to reach out. When you look up at him, you see he’s looking down at your hands as well. You wonder if he has the same impulse, the same desire.

You think he does. You hope he does.

“Do you-“ You swallow the words down, unsure if you should ask.

Does he remember? Does he know what today is? Or is it just another thing lost, another thing time has consumed in its ruthless pursuit of your memory?

You already risk forgetting his touch, his skin, his smile. The way his voice used to sound, so kind and in love.

“I remember.” He says, voice rough.

Is that better or worse? You don’t know. Then his fingers brush yours, bold, and you lose track of any thoughts you’d been scraping together.

“You should rest,” You say, instead of the thousand other words that threaten to spill out.

“I…” He hesitates, his lip trembling before he bites it, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh.

“I can stay,” You offer, unsure if it’s wanted.

“Please,” He whispers.

It’s wanted. You’re wanted. You thought being forgotten was torture, but this is so much worse. Knowing he wants you and you want him but history and pain and things that can’t be taken back are pushing you apart…

You curse fate, the divine, your luck, whatever it is that brought the two of you to this point.

“Okay,” You nod slightly, “I’ll stay for a bit.”

He leans forward, curling into the couch, tucking his wings around him like a blanket. He keeps ahold of your hand, though, clutching it like a lifeline. He rests his head on the stiff upholstery, turned so he can still watch you.

“Would you sing?” He asks, his voice painfully small.

You falter slightly. He squeezes your hand. He wants you to sing, so you sing. It’s a lullaby, one that lingers in your memory from a past long gone. Just another thing time has ripped away. The Latin spills out easily, as if you know it by heart, your voice shaking just like your mother’s used to.

He doesn’t care. Not about the shaking, or the way your hand trembles in his. He looks at you with shining eyes, fighting the fatigue that threatens to close them. He doesn’t want this to end, and neither do you. In the dim light of the living room, he watches you sing like he’s finally found faith.

#luci rivera #tw alcohol #had so much fun writing this #i also got to sprinkle in some MC lore which I love #for the luci fans while I finish coding 🤲

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threefandomsinatrenchcoat · 7 months

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Jaskier is a vampire who doesn't want to kill humans so he goes for Geralt as he knows the witcher would survive and heal well

Geralt is a witcher being followed by a fledgeling vampire and very exasperated but unwilling to kill the man for trying to be good

What follows are a lot of fun adventures, Jaskier constantly trying to have a little nibble, Geralt pushing him away like he's Roach looking for a treat in his pockets, friendship, music, and confused other witchers who are unsure why Geralt hasn't gotten rid of the vampire in some way, yet. (Because Geralt is NOT AT ALL fond of his little bat, clearly.)

#writing inspiration #writing prompt #the witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #geralt x jaskier #geralt z rivii #geralt of rivera #jaskier #non human jaskier #vampire jaskier #vampires

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bxtchy-bxtch · 17 hours

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The Underworld is one of the most musically heavy songs in this saga, and like the rest of the music in Epic, it feels representative of Odysseus's mind. His loud, chaotic, exhausted and grieving mind that only quietens with Polites and Anticlea.

The song starts with his usual steady and reliable captain mentality, but it breaks down the second they enter the Underworld. It builds, he spirals thinking of all of the death he's seen. His men lost, the infant he killed, everything. And then Polites shows up, and as he did when he was alive, he snaps Odysseus out of his ruminating spiral. Odysseus takes a moment to grieve his fallen friend, who even in death helped him find a moment of peace, and then he is immediately hit with his mom's voice (and melody). It's all he can focus on until she fades. He tries to comfort her, tries to join her, but his voice always trails behind hers (creating this beautiful counterpoint we hear). He tries to follow her. He can't. The only time they sing the same melody at the same time is when he sings her "waiting" twice, right at the end. When he's accepting her death, and that he missed saying goodbye to her. That realisation wrecks him all over again and the dam that was holding back the true force of his guilt breaks. And we get that epic, gut-wrenching ending.

#epic the musical #epic the musical underworld saga #the underworld saga #jorge rivera herrans #epic the musical the underworld saga #I heard this song too much while writing this up and now I can't get back to work

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parchmentknight · 1 month

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rdr2 photodump

dutch draws?? and some javier and john

+ misc.

#rivera writes #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rdr2 photography #dutch van der linde #javier escuella #john marston #arthur morgan

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mischievous-thunder · 2 years

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uri59 · 1 year

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I WAITED 2 MONTHS TO MAKE THIS MEME

#rop that's no excuse for toxic writing #wheel of time #the wheel of time #the witcher #the sandman #cosmere #rop #rings of power #lotr #wot #geralt of rivera #anyway apparently Henry left because he is a big fan of the books and the tv writers hate them so 🤦

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thewritersaddictions · 1 year

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The Heros: Geralt Of Rivia- A Pair

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Yennefer x Fem Reader

Pov: Everyone

Warning: Smut, 18+, many partners, fluff, yearning, size kink, vouyer kink, p in v , finger fucking, FOR ADULTS, breathe play, NSFW, oral (F and M receiving), unprotected sex.

Summary: Geralt can't wait to get you and Yennfer in his bed.

A/n- firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 3.1k

The Witcher Master List // The Heros Master List

Had he meant to be snooping and peaking around half way closed doors. Probably not if it wasn’t for the loud moaning that was coming from behind the door than Geralt wouldn’t have done a damn thing. He stood there, just a few feet away from the doors, he didn’t know who was in that room. He wasn’t really concerned, but that hard on pressing into his trouser was growing worse and worse. Hard to keep his attention away from.

Had the door been left just a crack on purpose. Geralt didn’t know, and honestly it wasn’t like it mattered anymore. The closer that Geralt managed to walk towards the doors. The louder the moans got, the more it became clear exactly who it was.

Yennefer and Y/n.

There they are. Laying in silk sheets, a deep purple that make the two of them pop out of the dark room. Geralt continued to watch the two of them. Yennefer and Y/n were so close, little gasps getting lost in the quiet air around them. Geralt had always found Yennefer graceful, and then there was Y/n, a new idea of beautiful. Something that was just so drastically different about these two girls.

He had yet to notice the fact that Yennefer was stripping Y/n clean of her clothes. The teasing was driving Y/n up the wall. Her fingers trying desperately to grab at the regal women that was standing in front of her. “You’re so beautiful you know that Y/n.” Yennefer said, as she lifted the dress over Y/n’s frame. Tits bouncing as the fabric passed them by.

Yennefer was right, Y/n was beautiful. All the curves of her body, the bounce of her tits, and how dumb like she looked sitting there waiting for Yennefer's next move. Eyes glazed over by the idea of sex. Geralt had to quiet his breathing. He didn’t want to get caught with his hands shoved halfway down his trouser. He didn’t wanna get caught palming himself to the thought of getting to watch the two fuck each other.

Harsh words Geralt thought but that was he wanted. He wanted to see the two of them come undone around each other. He wanted to see Yennefer with her mouth suckling around Y/n’s little tits, he wanted to see Yennefer with her hands in Y/n’s hair pulling her further and closer to her drenching pussy.

He wanted to see everything, but he didn’t want the girls to know he was there and that’s in fact what happened. He got a show of his life. Yennefer had been sucking and licking at the skin around Y/n’s neck. With Y/n hands came to comb through Yennefer's hair. A small pull here and there that would cause a deep groan and moan to come from Yennefer.

Geralt couldn't help himself. He pulled his cock out from his trouser. Red mushroom tipped cock that was smeared with pre-cum. Leaking practically right down his hand. He felt drained and he hadn’t even cum yet. But the scene that was happening in front of him was sending him over the edge. Yennefer had teased her fingers down to Y/n’s clit. Her folds making the most delicious wet noises. Geralt watched as Yennefer fingers disappeared and reappeared a coat of slick them.

Geralt was drowning in the scent of sex, all while he watched the two girls. Yennefer finger fucking Y/n. Both of them moaning into each other mouths. A load was coming fast and hard, as Geralt continued to pump his cock. Teasing himself, his hand getting tighter around his cock before he would look back up. Finding Yennefer eyeing him through the large enough crack in the door. All while she kept her fingers deep within Y/n’s soaking pussy. A wink from her as Geralt pumped his cock, he was so close.

Cut off when a puff of purple magic drifted up to the door. Slamming it shut. There he was standing up against the wall, holding his cock in his hand. So close to the edge, Yennefer was a bitch sometimes, but it was the best feeling in the world.

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Geralt was a little surprised the next time he was in room with you. You were drunk, not like you didn’t know what was happening. He wasn’t that sick to just fuck you and then leave you in an old ratty bed. You had never noticed just how much bigger Geralt was compared to you. He was so big, large enough hands that you had many dreams about his fingers sinking into your pussy. All you thought about was Geralt. Although he was a big man, that lead you to wonder just how big his cock was under those skin tight trousers he wore no matter what.

Large shoulders that all you could imagine was grabbing onto them while he fucked you hard and rough. Up against the wall outside the bar, that had been a large dream of yours. Had it been a bad idea, no? You even thought that it might happen tonight. You wondered, you hoped that it would. Yennefer had talked about her and Geralt. How huge his cock was, just how much control he would have over your body.

The words circled your mind just like the alcohol did. Your veins pumping with the idea of sex and the scent of alcohol. “Geralt, you’re so hot did you know that.” You spoke. The booth was tinier than you remembered it being when you first walked into the tavern. But you weren’t mad, you were leaning up against him, shoulders touching, knees grazing together. The tavern was busy, nobody was able to hear your words as Geralt chocked on his drink. His face was always stoic, so it was amazing to see the expression of shock. Curious to what Geralt was think you continued to talk. “Just so hot that all I can think about is just how big that cock of yours is.” You said creeping hands and even your body over into his lap. He swallowed his drink, looking over at you finally. Yellow eyes looking into yours.

In a whimper “I wanna know all the dirty things you can do, Geralt.” You spoke. You’ll never know if that’s what broke the thinning string between Geralt or if it was your hands that cupped his cock squeezing him perfectly. You’d had never seen Geralt get up so fast, that you thought you had done something wrong, but you were far from right.

Hell, you had never been dragged off to a room so quickly.

Dragging you up the stairs, you always forget that’s there's little room up there. Little room that aren’t meant for the giant of person that Geralt is. The room isn’t meant for him, so what makes him think that the shitty bed will be able to hold him and you.

Geralt dumps all of his belongs on the floor. Trousers that look like he’s uncomfortable, you stare right there. Your cheeks are warm to the touch and you can’t manage to catch your breath all because you were finally getting what you had been dreaming of.

Was this really happening? Was he really going to fuck you just because you had pressed a few nerves? Had he been thinking about what you tasted like? Had he been thinking what it you be like to fuck you hard, so hard that the people below them would groan at the loud moans and breaking of furniture?

You shivered at the thought. The thoughts. They swirled around your mind that you hadn’t even noticed that Geralt was already undressing you. A dress falling down your firgure. The lace up corset had been discarded... More like destroyed a large rip in the fabric. A groan as the fabric fell caused you to come back to reality. All in your thoughts you hadn’t notice that Geralt had discarded his own shirt.

Muscles on full displace for you and only you to see, touch and lick. Geralt looked like a damn god. Toned and all there for you to touch. Your fingers had a mind of their own. Going out to reach for his body, he was so cold but it was great contrast to the heat that was erupting from your body.

He dragged the both of you over the bed. The back of your knees hitting the small bed underneath you. “You look so damn good. Perfect little tits for me to suck on.” Geralt said laying you down nicely on the bed, his knee coming to sit between your open legs. You were in heaven, he smelt like fucking heaven and it was intoxicating. His mouth landed on your pulse point, eyes rolling back into your head. Your hand came up to tangle in his long silver hair. Suck, Geralt did on everything, every bit of skin he was able to find with you laying there just for him to take.

Your tits were his favorite, sucking, teasing, and playing with him as he licked at your skin. “Gods you’re just so tiny, just a fuckable little thing, all for me to have for my own.” He said as he lifted up your tit. His eyes were glazed over with something you’d never seen before. Was the idea of having sex with you? Or was that Geralt had waited just as longer, if not longer to finally get you underneath him? You’ll never know, but it’s not really important is it.

Not when he’s stripping himself of his trouser his cock hitting his tone stomach. The smack was enough to makes you soaked right there, not that you hadn’t been. You could imagine what you looked like under Geralt. Bruised with little nips here and there across your skin, dark red and purples hickey where Geralt had sucked at your skin trying desperately to get all of you in his mind. Like he didn’t want to forget you.

You had never been teased like Geralt was teasing you. Just standing there, looking over at you. As he teasing the tip of his cock at your soaked pussy. He was drowning in the feeling, he was trying so hard to not just sink in, growing exasperated. You lunged forward wrapping your legs around his waist. There was no more teasing anymore. His cock felt like it was ripping you apart. “Fuck Y/n, so tight. Just for me. Just for me to fuck right.” He groaned out. His hand falling beside your head, the pace was nonsexist but you knew what was coming. Once Geralt was at full hilt it was fair game to fuck you with all of his strength. Your walls sucking him in with every thrust, your eyes rolling into the back of head.

Your moans filled the room, probably falling past the walls and down the stairs for everyone to hear. Neither of you cared. Geralt continued to fuck you groaning each time, his cock continuing to nudge at your womb. The feeling had you right at the edge already and you were loving it all. Loving his hand that switched from leaning on the bed to grabbing your throat. “You gonna cum all over my cock Y/n?” Geralt groaned as your pussy fluttered around his cock. You moaned, but the thrusts stopped and instead his cock was still. “I want an answer Y/n.” Geralt said turning my head to look up at him. You were so drunk on the sex, that you did just what you were told. “I’m so close, just keep fucking me... Please Geralt, please just.” You said through breathy moans.

“Such a good little slut, a good little slut that wants to cum.” Geralt said, his thrusts coming back to a nice rhythm. Your vision went white and all you heard was the grunting of Geralt above you and then the breaking of the bed. Geralt was fucking you so hard that the frame of the bed had broken. A hand came to wrap it around your waist. Picking you up as Geralt continued to use you til his cum slipped deep in your womb.

Had Yennefer meant for that to happen? No she hadn’t meant for it to happen that way, but it was driving her insane. THe constant back and forth between the three of them. After she caught Geralt watching her and Y/n, she was more then okay with creating a nice little spell for Y/n, and Geralt to finally fuck each other. A spell that had caused a few damages to the tarven that they were in that night.

Yennefer would never call herself a jealous person but the things that Geralt and Y/n, did that night was all she talked about. Y/n loved that her dreams had finally come true, she talked about just how big Geralt was, how he had made her cum three times that night. She was starting to hate the fact she had shared her Y/n. Shared the body precious little body that was Y/n’s.

Jealous of Geralt would never admit that. Jealous that she hadn’t used her spell, her ruse to get Geralt to fuck her instead. Yes, that’s why. Was that why Yennefer was up in the last night hours coming up with yet another spell, a cast that would make all their dreams come true. After Y/n and Geralt had returned from their night in the tavern yes all she talked about was Geralt fucking her, breaking things and then doing it two more times. Y/n also talked about the fact she never got to chock on his cock.

Had Yennefer created a sex monster with Y/n. She was addicted to the feel, the way the highs come and would go through her body. She was obsessed with everything. So, she asks herself again, what was she doing in the dead of night creating this spell.

Well, she fulfilling her needs and Y/n’s. With the greatest fix of them all.

Geralt of Rivia.

Her spell went out with a hitch. Spreading between the three of them. A night that had been a tiresome one. It brought cool and deep sleep, that's when she did it. The purples hues could be seen drifting around the room, that night Yennefer went to sleep for the first time feeling refreshed and pleased with her work.

The next night after the spell is when shit hit the fan. In the best way possible. There's a deep grunt that comes from Geralt, he’s itching to get out trouser. Yennefer can hear the desperate feeling, it’s the same feeling she’s got going on right now. Her cunt flutters around nothing, but the thought of Geralt's tongue diving deep within her cunt is sending her into overdrive. Y/n can also be seen shifting and rubbing her thighs together, itching to get some sort of relief.

A little moan falls from Y/n’s mouth. It’s enough to tip the scale. Geralt is stripping himself of his clothes. Trouser and shirt flying through the air landing in a growing pile of Yennefer's dress. Then there's Y/n who’s still rubbing her thighs together to get some sort of traction. She desperately, teasing herself. Her fingers playing with her tits squeezing them through her dress. The two watch her tease and play with herself. Yennefer can’t help herself, so she leans over kissing Geralt hot on the mouth. Geralt can’t figure out who to pay attention to. His mouth is on Yennefer's mouth, but the corners of his eye is watching Y/n grope at her tits.

“She’s so fucking hot isn’t she?” Yennefer asks Geralt. The kiss ending. Geralt's bits his lip, looking between him. “I have an idea.” Geralt says. Walking over to Y/n he pulls her from her frantic teasing. “You wanna help me with my idea doll?” Geralt asks Y/n, she’s quick to nod her head, wanting nothing mor then to be back in Geralt's arms. The only one that’s not naked is Y/n, so with the help of Yennefer and Geralt they are quick to undress her. Just like always her tits bounce when the dress fabric passes them.

“So, what’s your idea Geralt?” Yennefer asks him. He lays down showing her instead of saying anything more. His cock is standing at attention waiting for a mouth or a cunt to seep down or into. The two most beautiful women are standing in front of him. “Y/n what did you say you were mad you didn’t get a chance to do?” Yennefer asks Y/n, she was exposing her but that didn’t matter not right now.

“I wanted to suck Geralt cock but didn’t get the chance to.” She says sweetly. Geralt groans and his cock twitches from the words. “Well come over here sweet thing.” Geralt's says putting out a hand to guide Y/n over to his cock. “Fuck your mouth is so good.” Geralt says as Y/n kitten licks and sucks at his tip. Yennefer stands and watches all of this. She’s loving the way that Y/n is practically just a little fuck toy for Geralt to use right now, but she wants Geralt's swearing mouth on her cunt more than anything.

“Geralt?” She speaks. Her words are more seductive. “Fuck, yeah Yen.” Geralts is already half lidden with Y/n sucking his cock. But with a quick motion of her body swinging around his body and up to his head are throwing a loop in his groans and moans. It causes a twitch in his cock when he sees Yennefer's soft cunt above him. Y/n’s moans at the twitch and sucks harder around his cock.

“Fuck Yen, you have such a pretty little pussy, don’t you?” He says, his tongue poking out through his teeth. He’s desperately trying not to buck into Y/ns mouth with her constant moaning and gripping of his over sensitive cock. “Will you eat me out Geralt?” Yennefer asks him. She just wants to ride his face. She wants to come all over his lips and cheeks. She wants to remember the feeling of his tongue fucking her. She wants to have that toe-curling orgasms. Like she did so many years ago when they first met.

The slurping sounds can be heard from behind her as Geralt slams her down on his face. The force is so hard that it takes the breath out of her. She moans almost automatically at the feeling of his lips and tongue playing with her pussy. Yennefer feels just a little bad that Y/n isn’t getting any pleasure but she assumes that the cock in her mouth is enough to keep going till the dawn of time.

That night, Geralt pulled enough orgasms out of the two girls that he can’t even touch them gently to take care of them without them melting them. At one point Yen, and Y/n are both licking and sucking at Geralts cock. Cupping his balls causing his deep groaning to turn whinny and high.

At least they aren’t dancing around each other anymore.

Completed on 12/30/22

Posted on: 12/31/22

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Do We Have a Deal? (A Coco Backstage AU Fanfic)

In which renowned actor, Héctor Rivera trolled a paparazzo by stealing his camera. Inspired by a series of photos of Keanu Reeves running away with a paparazzo's camera.

Author's Note: This was originally written some time in 2018-2019, but I was only able to finish it earlier today (GMT+7). This fanfic is set in an AU referred to as "Backstage AU" or "Actor AU" originally created by imjuanita, in which the characters in Coco are all in-universe actors. Unfortunately, I don't know how to contact her as her tumblr account has been hacked after inactivity so if you know where she is please let me know. However, if you are imjuanita and you are reading this I want to thank you personally for creating such a fun AU. I had a lot of fun exchanging ideas with you!

AO3 link here.

Héctor Rivera is usually the type of person who is willing to talk to you no matter who you are, even though he is arguably one of the hottest Latino actors in the industry. Even after his role in "Coco" as a murdered musician who happens to share his name and so much of his mannerisms that it made him even more famous, he is still willing to send a smile to his fans.

But the paparazzi? Well, that's another thing altogether. He dislikes how pervasive they are towards him, his coworkers (especially Miguel, the kid deserves a normal childhood, after all), and most of all his wife, Imelda. Unlike Ernesto who loves the attention as long as no boundaries are trespassed and deals with paparazzi in a way that is more cooperative, Héctor.... has his own ways.

Like that one time Héctor Rivera stole a camera.

"WHAT THEーHE TOOK MY CAMERA!!"

According to bystanders, Héctor was seen running from the chasing paparazzi with a bag of groceries in his right hand and a video camera on his left shoulder, presumably taken from a snooping cameraman. He was trying to get the groceries as requested by his now five-months pregnant wife, the ever-talented Imelda Rivera, when he spotted a cameraman trying to get a shot of him. Having no time for his shenanigans and interviews for that day, he quickly grabbed the camera from the cameraman's hands and ran with it.

The stout cameraman who owned the camera was barely keeping up. Héctor's long legs only made it harder for him to catch up to him. It wasn't until he saw the lanky actor took a right turn into what looked like a dead end. Huh, he's not very smart now is he, he thought to himself as he walked cautiously into the . He realized too late that Héctor Rivera is a man of surprises as he felt a hand grab him by his shoulders. The next thing he knew, he became face to face with Héctor in a small space between two buildings.

"You're new to this job, aren't you?" asked Héctor. "They're usually good at sneaking around and all that, you were out in broad daylight, amigo."

The cameraman noticed the camera placed right on top of a closed (thank goodness) garbage can. Looking back at the taller man in front of him, he noticed that his eyes are twinkling with mischief. His grin adorned with a single golden tooth just added to the whole mischievous but definitely threatening aura. He could feel his initial confidence shrink with every breath he exhaled.

"I-I'm very sorry, Sir, I was just doiー"

"Sí, sí, I know. You were just doing your job."

"It's just thatー", the cameraman continued, "you and your wife are so private, a-and people are hungry forー"

"Ah, ah, ah. None of that", Héctor retorted. "I understand that your job is on the line, but your company and you should have known better than to go after me. You're lucky that it wasn't my wife you ran into, or else she would had made sure your face meets her shoe!", he chuckled.

The cameraman could only let out an awkward chuckle in return, but while he might not had been raised in any South American countries he had heard of the power of La Chancla. To think that someone like Imelda Rivera would hit someone with her shoes felt off... but surprisingly in-character? He shuddered at the image of her piercing eyes with a shoe on hand, ready to aim it at anyone in her path.

He jumped out of his thoughts as he heard Héctor speak again. "Alright," he said, as he picked up the camera, took off the cover, and started to record a little video. "I'll let you off with a warning this time. I'll give you this clip, but promise me that you will not disturb me or my wife again. ¿Claro? Do we have a deal?"

The cameraman looked up and he saw that Héctor was indeed recording. He had the camera face the both of them, as if taking a selfie. He had his free hand up with a peace sign, all grinning, talking to the camera as if talking to the masses to leave him, his wife, his fellow cast members ESPECIALLY little Miguel alone. He couldn't help but notice the grocery bag hanging down from Héctor's arm that was holding the peace sign.

Héctor looked at him. The cameraman swore that Héctor was really glaring at him, as he cheerfully asked "Do we have a deal?" at him. He could only let out a quiet "yes" and a nod. The taller man hummed in satisfaction, as he turned off the camera and gave it back to its owner.

"Now, be careful out there and don't let me see you again, okay? ¡Adios!", exclaimed Héctor before walking out of the dark alley. The cameraman could only look at Héctor with his mouth ajar, wondering what just happened.

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Weeks later, that clip of Héctor Rivera went viral. Miguel and Ernesto found it hilarious and thought that the stupefied cameraman added a nice touch to the chaos, while Héctor was getting lectures after lectures from Imelda on taking other people's things. Though she did appreciate the praises he sang for her on that video, and for that Héctor deserved a kiss.

Oh, and the cameraman? He got paid handsomely, but quit after three months. I heard that he decided to continue his family business with that money.

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Luci & Cameron Short Story

Another little snippet for a commission I shared while the spicy story uploads! The full thing is available on Patreon for any tier. Hope you all enjoy!

“Are you so serious right now?” Cameron groans, ducking back into the door of Robinson Hall, “This cannot be legal.”

“I don’t think they care if it’s legal,” You say, peeking around to get an eyeful of flashing cameras and waving hands just outside the door, “I think they just care about their next headline.”

Lucien’s hands are twisted in the straps of his messenger bag, eyeing the lights that ricochet off the glass wearily. If there’s one thing he hates, it’s the paparazzi. You’re rather inclined to agree.

Cam huffs, leaning against the wall, “So, how do we get back to the dorms without them mobbing us?”

Other students pass, giving the three of you odd looks. Cam and Lucien shift closer together out of habit to block you from sight.

“I can call Vik, Theo, and Charlie,” You say, “But if I do that, there’s probably going to be multiple things set on fire.”

Lucien looks incredibly tired, “Or people.”

Cam shudders, “Ugh, please keep your guard dogs out of this for now.”

“Then how do you plan on keeping your face out of tomorrow's gossip rags?” You ask, “They seem pretty determined.”

Lucien shifts, then, eyes flicking between the two of you hesitantly, “How… comfortable…are you both with being in close quarters?”

Eyes going from Lucien to you and then back once or twice more, Cameron grins slightly, “I’m totally cool with it.”

The nephilim grimaces, shooting him a glare, as you tilt your head in confusion.

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Read the full thing over on Patreon!

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Epic the Circe Saga - Reviewed and analyzed by a passerby on the Internet

The Pen overflowed with ink at 11 p.m. last night. So, the next day, she has to write her thoughts about the Circe Saga into words, or else she will explode.

You just need to know three things before continuing:

I have little to no knowledge about writing songs and composing music. My opinions come from my taste and prior knowledge about the saga's behind-the-scenes.

This is ONE review by a fellow stranger on Tumblr. You can agree and disagree with my takes, but please keep it civil when discussing with others.

Despite being a bit harsh on the flaws in this saga, I still love it, the whole Epic the Musical, and Mister Jalapeño.

We good?

Good.

Circe is another lesson about ruthlessness.

Let's start with my two cents on why Jay changed the encounter between Odysseus and Circe.

In The Odyssey, Odysseus was coerced by Circe into intimating with her in exchange for his and his men's safety (Hermes even warned, "Do what she said if you want to live")

But in ETM, Circe only tempted Odysseus in the first half of "There Are Other Ways" to get him closer to the stabbing range (I'll talk about it later). But when Odysseus declined her advances and begged her to spare him because he had a wife at home, Circe took pity on him and let him go.

Now, let me refresh everyone's memory with a short video explaining the differences between The Odyssey and ETM.

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Here, Jay said the changes he made from the source material are to serve the theme of Ruthlessness. The two ends of the spectrum are Polites' "Open Arms" and Poseidon's "Ruthlessness Is Mercy" ideologies, as shown in the previous sagas. Every other encounter ETM Odysseus faces will also lie somewhere on the spectrum and teach him something about it.

Circe is an interesting case because she is more flexible on the spectrum.

When we first meet her, Circe turns Odysseus' men into pigs, challenges Odysseus in a monster fight, and "seduces" Odysseus to stab him. Later, when Circe is cornered by Odysseus, we learn that Circe did all that to protect her nymphs, making her an example of "embracing ruthlessness to protect yourself and your loved ones."

After hearing out Odysseus' plight (he wants to go home to his wife, but Poseidon is after his ass), Circe decides to spare him and his men. She is now showing her "open arms" side, "letting her guard down" at these sailors because she pities them or no longer sees them as an immense threat.

In ETM, the encounter with Circe is another lesson for Odysseus about ruthlessness: Going full open-arm or ruthless isn't always the best solution. It's good to proceed with caution, but understand that not everyone is trying to harm you. Know when to go hard and go soft on your opponents.

The relationship between Circe and her nymphs isn't well-developed.

Circe is ruthless toward Odysseus' crew to keep her nymphs safe from the possible danger from the strangers. We can tell because Circe constantly references her nymphs and how she will protect them.

"No one will find / Their way between / My nymphs and I / Their loving queen." - "Puppeteer"

"I've got people to protect / Nymphs I can't nеglect." - "Done For"

"My nymphs are like my daughters / I protect them at all costs / The last time we let strangers live / We faced a heavy loss." - "Done For"

However, at least for me, it's hard to visualize the nymphs are in the island with Circe despite her singing about them every time.

When Odysseus' men enter Circe's palace, we hear their little "Aye" and know they are there. But we don't even get a lick of sound from any of Circe's nymphs, so it's hard to visualize their presence despite Circe singing about them every time.

Circe's protectiveness of her nymphs will be more emphasized if we see her interacting with them. Jay can extend "There Are Other Ways" a bit and let Circe discuss with her nymphs what to do with Odysseus and let them convince her to choose mercy on the men. There, we get more insight into Circe's relationship with her nymphs and how much she loves and cares for them.

Or, at the very least, Jay can give the nymphs a background chorus when Circe is singing or just some female voices behind Circe.

Look at the Ocean Saga: after Aeolus tells Odysseus his fleet is heading to the Land of the Giants, we hear the Laestrygonians chanting right at the beginning of "Ruthlessness" and immediately know that the giants are there.

And I know this is harsh to say, but in the Cyclops Saga, when Odysseus entered Polyphemus' (the Cyclops he fought) cave, I could tell there were sheeps around him from their bleating in the opening.

But the lack of the nymph's presentness isn't the only issue.

More sound effects could have made the battle scene better.

In my first brief review, I said the Circe Saga is mellow compared to the previous ones. The stakes and boss battle weren't as thrilling and electrifying or, at least, not as easy to visualize (same problem with the "presence" of Circe's nymphs, as said before)

Remember the scene where Circe entranced Odysseus so he would come closer to her stabbing range? We only know that from the choreography snippet. If you listen to "There Are Other Ways" without that snippet, you can't "see" Circe's attempt to steal Odysseus' dagger and stab him and will think she's seducing her way out when cornered by him.

At least, we know Odysseus is having his dagger at Circe's throat by the "shing" sound when he draws it, but it's hard to tell when Circe takes Odysseus' weapon because their close-up duet is mostly just singing. Jay could have given another subtle metallic sound when Circe is stealing from Odysseus.

As you can tell by now, the lack of background sound effects reduces the visualization. ETM already has a disadvantage when its audience has to rely on narration and sound effects to tell what is happening. The Circe Saga is more heavy on the former and not enough of the latter like the previous three.

To prove my point, you can pause here and listen to "Survive" and "Done For" on Spotify or whichever music platform you use. While listening, compare the intensity you feel in the battle of Odysseus' men & Polyphemus and of Odysseus' Cyclops & Circe's Chimera.

Oh, you're back?

Now you get why I say the monster battle between Circe's Chimera and Odysseus' Cyclops feels underwhelmed in my first review. The boss battle didn't pay back for the building-up hype.

Although I love to see how Odysseus confronts Circe, I also anticipate the monster battle! The theme "Done For" is used in the saga's first introduction. The Chimera is seen on the album cover. Jay is excited because he is inspired by Pokemon and Yu-Gi-Oh!

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I thought the Cyclops vs Chimera battle would be more intense! But then, what little we have were the roaring and clashing of the monsters drowning under the rap battle of their masters. Meanwhile, don't tell me Polyphemus' roaring and smashing his club didn't give you the chill.

Likewise, "Ruthlessness" has loud water-smashing sounds along with the soldiers screaming for their captain when Poseidon and the Laestrygonians destroy Odysseus' crew. They enhance the terror and devastation of the scene, showing how much destruction is done.

See (or hear) it for yourself!

Here is what will make the battle more enthralling: Add more growling for the Cyclops and the Chimera and increase their howling volume - not too earthshaking but with enough intimidation so we can feel the grand scale of the battle. There can be more punching sounds and a loud "thud" when the Cyclops gets rammed back by the Chimera (like Circe's stabbing attempt, we only know how the monster battle was carried out through an animatic)

Maybe Jay wants to focus more on Circe's charming and disarming tactic so he doesn't give it all for the monster battle. But it's still an under-used potential!

Final words!

That is my review and analysis of the Epic the Circe Saga. I may sound like a grumbling nitpick who over-scrutinizes the little details, but it comes from my love and expectations after being blown away by the first three sagas. Jay has proven he can do many wonders in ETM, and I hope he will continue pushing past his creativity limit.

Overall, I still love ETM, Jay, and the Circe Saga. This saga just needs to be polished more. I won't mind waiting until next year's Valentine if Jay will have more time to improve the songs.

But that is all I have to say.

#epic the musical #epic the circe saga #jorge rivera herrans #song analysis #song review #my reviews #my ramblings #Spotify #Youtube #this is my first time writing such a long essay #and i'm surprised my brain hasn't exploded yet

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Epic the Musical's portrayal of Odysseus' meeting with his mother actually made me start ugly-crying so have this rough draft of what the scene would look like in a potential sequel to Silvertongue (warning : I wrote this while sleep deprived and crying so its pretty shit)

It reached me all at once – the low strain of the ghostly wails, the cries of the damned. They raked across my mind, screaming in my ears like a thousand overlapping voices. They raked across my mind, and I feel a prickling at the corners of my eyes, like the points of a thousand piercing ears. There is a pain in my heart I cannot explain. There is a grief that wells in my throat – one I cannot speak aloud. My men mill about me, and then it comes

“Waiting”

My eyes widen. I had heard that voice before. It whispered sweet nothings into my ear as a child, the breath of its speaker rustling the hair on my infant head, tickling my ears, making my laugh (that breath was gone, now. I would never feel its touch again) . The floor falls out from under me. I cannot breathe. No. No. It couldn’t…. no !!

The ghosts shifted out of the way in a singular wailing mass, the faces of those I had failed shifting like a curtain of shifting mist, and then I saw her

Her hair was greyed, her unseeing eyes gazing out into the nothingness of the Underworld, but I recognized her – how could I not ? Those lips, rendered translucent and paper-white in the ghost-pale light of the dead had once pressed against my brow

My lips parted, and the years melted away. I was no longer Odysseus of a Thousand Tricks, of a Thousand Plans. I was Odysseus, who destroyed everything he touched. Odysseus, who failed everyone he loved

“Mama ?”

Her head seems to shift almost imperceptibly in my direction. When I was a child, I used to enjoy hiding amidst the barrenness of Ithaca. Every time, my mother would come after me, invariably find me – how could I not ? I birthed you. She used to smile at me then, a fond, curving thing, dripping with that special, fond, love that only a mother can hold for her child

“I’ll find you, Odysseus. No matter where you go. My sunshine.”

Fool that I was, I used to retort defiantly, cheeks puffed up in a childish pique, “Then… I’ll hide so far away that you’ll never be able to find me again !! You’ll see !!”

She had laughed – she would never laugh again, thanks to me – a high, clear sound, and had pressed her lips – cold, frozen, dead – to my forehead, tilting up my head slightly to look me in the eyes. Her bright eyes – now dead and dimmed and broken, thanks to her failure of a son – windows to a heart that had suffered so much, and yet loved so deeply

“Then I’ll wait for you to come back. You’ll return to me, won’t you ? My Odysseus”

“Mom”, I gasp, breathlessly, as she seems to turn to look at me – but she wasn’t, and she never would again, “You promised… you promised you’d wait”

Her ghostly visage, blank in a way it had never been in life, tilted, her glassy, pale eyes piercing through to my very soul like arrows, where once their gaze had been a balm to my wounds. They carried an unspoken accusation - I did

Her lips part in a mournful wail, "Waiting. Odysseus, when you come home, I'll be waiting"

I couldn't. My tongue, so famed for its sharpness, was thick in my mouth, an unfeeling lump of broken flesh, "Mom", I plead, "Can't you see me ? I'm right here... Mom... Mama, please"

She couldn't. She never would again. Because I took too long. In my pride, I killed her. I killed my own mother, all because I was too proud to not take credit for that fucking Cyclops

I collapsed to my knees. The hard, weathered wood of the deck bit at my bare, scraped knees, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. My fingernails dug into the soft wood, splinters piercing skin, blood flowing freely, but I didn’t care. I deserved it

What sort of a son murders his own mother ?

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