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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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What if the episode of Thenas Mahd Wy‘ry was stronger this time? Gil fighting her and trying to calm her down for many hours? What if Thena wakes up the next day and sees Gil laying and still sleeping beside her, very exhausted and injured. But as soon as she touches one of the deepest wound on his arm his eyes opens but he can’t move because he is sore, exhausted and in pain but trying not to show it to Thena? Her taking care of him and his wounds and him apologizing.

Give us your best hurt,comfort and soft thenamesh :)

Gil pried his eyes open, even that causing a certain amount of ache in him. His bones felt like they were screaming, his skin was on fire from head to toe. He half expected to be faced with the merciless Australian sun, but he was under some sort of canvas. He did his best to look around him, finding a lot more than just barren wasteland around him.

There was a canvas tied over him, to protect him from the sun, not that he could get a sunburn anyway. A linen sheet was thrown over him and there were a few vessels of water sitting around him in no particular arrangement.

They had only gotten the house built recently. They weren't exactly rich in supplies.

"Don't move."

Thena padded over to him, her feet bare in the sand and her hair billowing around her shoulders in the breeze. Her dress danced around her ankles, although it had a few more rips and tears in it from their fight.

She knelt down beside him, holding yet another mug of water in her hands. She leaned over to get a better look at him. She was frowning.

"Hey," he smiled at her, although even that took some effort on his part. He couldn't believe how sore he was--how exhausted he felt. This fight must have really done a number on him.

He could remember it starting like always, him and Thena fighting it out as her eyes washed over. It was a fierce one this time, he recalled. He didn't know what had set her off, but she was as deadly as always. It had taken hours, he knew that. It was much like the fight they had endured when first arriving on this continent.

Thena was silent, as he might have expected. She had never been a talker, and Mahd Wy'ry didn't exactly encourage her to start voicing her feelings.

Gil sighed as she helped tip his head up, letting him lap up just a little water at a time. She laid him down again, and he mustered the energy to turn his head. "How long have I been out here?"

He could practically see Thena trying to force the words out. Sometimes it took a little nudge for them to form properly. He just missed her voice.

Thena looked around, counting the cups she had left beside him instead of bringing back to the house with her. Her lip wobbled faintly before getting out, "four...almost."

Three days he had laid out here. Three days Thena had been caring for him out here, drained of strength and energy just as much as he was, if not moreso. He looked at her again, seeing that anguished expression that came over her after every episode of Mahdness.

His hand felt like it weighed too much for even him, but as soon as it so much as twitched Thena picked it up in hers, eager to see to his every want and need. He smiled, "you been taking care of me?"

She nodded. Her hands tightened around his. "I did this."

"Hey," Gil frowned, but her tears took to the air and hit his skin like rain. He missed the rain.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, looking down at him as if he were already lying in his grave and she had been the one to put him there. This had happened a few times since Tenochtitlan, and their departure henceforth.

He knew it was hard on her. Not just whatever the condition itself made her endure, but he knew that it was hard on her to fight him--to see him like this, by her own doing. He couldn't imagine it. If he woke up from a sleep and discovered that Thena was hurt because of him?

He would rather Arishem just take him away.

"Hey," Gil whispered again, pulling her down to him by letting his hand become heavy again. She leaned over him, her head resting on his chest as she truly and genuinely wept. He moved his other hand to her back, holding her as best he could. His poor Thena. "It's not your fault."

"It is," she whispered again, only because she didn't have the breath to scream. Her hand grasped a handful of his shirt, clenching it desperately.

"Well," Gil paused, rubbing her back. He wasn't going to just lie to her about it. "That doesn't mean you have to cry over it."

Thena at least lifted her head and looked at him. He wouldn't have blamed her for giving him the look she always gave him when he told a particularly silly joke. But she shook her head at him, "it seems all I am able to do for you in this state."

Gil brought his hand up to her cheek in a newfound wave of energy. She held it with her own to support him. "That's not true. I mean, look around."

Thena's eyes dropped again, her other hand still on his chest, "felled by me, you mean?"

"No," he chuckled, determined to wipe that worried look off her face. "I mean look at what you've done for me here."

"You brought all this from the house, right? You didn't have the strength to carry me inside so you set this up, for the sun, and the wind? And you brought me all these cups of water to keep my strength up."

He could imagine her, dragging her heavy feet back and forth and back and forth. Bringing things from the house as needed just for him.

Thena's eyes changed slightly, but he took it as a good sign. "You do so much."

For her--he did so much for her, was what she was saying. She was thinking about how he would care for her after an episode. He would carry her back to bed, or perhaps in front of the fire, let her sleep it off. Sometimes in his arms, if she was still particularly fragile. He would cook her things that were gentle on her stomach and braid her hair for her.

"I'd do it again," he was quick to assert as Thena leaned away from him. He wanted to pull her back to him, to have her settle against his side again. But she tugged up the sleeve of his shirt, then checked his ribs, then prodded his thigh. He groaned as she tested the worst of his sensitivities. "Easy, Sweetheart."

Thena breezed right over the endearment, leaving his clothes rumpled. She turned, still crouched, having to gather a little strength in order to stand properly and make the short trip back to the house.

He was right, she had no more strength than he did after their fight.

She returned with yet another thing of water, but he saw the steam coming off of it. It was boiled. She dropped to the ground beside him again, holding the scalding hot clay in her palms. "It will sting."

And it did. Gil hissed as she poured the boiling hot water over his cuts and wounds. Even if they were made with Cosmic Energy instead of human steel, they were still cuts, and they had to be cleaned. Ajak wasn't here to heal them.

Gil's eyes shot open as he heard the ripping of cloth. He looked over at Thena, but blushed to find her tearing the skirt of her dress apart. He looked back at the sky in favour of the length of long, pale leg staring him in the face. "You don't have to."

Thena ignored him again, using the linen of her dress to wrap around his wounds in place of any real bandages. They really did need supplies--and new clothes, now.

Gil sighed as she wrapped another scrap around the wound on his thigh. Maybe it was for the best to get her out of the dress she had been wearing since Tenochtitlan. He would go out and find her something new--something lighter, for the hot weather, here. Something pale and pretty, just like her.

Thena, now with her knees exposed to the sun, folded them under her and laid over his chest again. "Better."

He nodded, moving his hand to her back again. "We should get you inside."

Thena shook her head before burying herself away from the sun in his chest. "Rest. Here."

"Okay," he sighed, his eyes also falling shut again. Maybe when he woke up again he would have the strength to move them both inside. "Just for a little while."

Thena sighed, all but purring, leaning over him, half seated on the ground beside him and half laid over top of him. She gripped his shirt in her hands, as if scared he could vanish if she didn't. "Just for a little while."

#Thenamesh #just them and Australia #in the early days #I had this idea of Thena just...doing her best #she's not the natural caretaker of them #so she's stuck with poor Gil #just lying there #practically comatose #and she's not strong enough to lift him #she can barely walk #so she's like okay...what does he need?#and one thing at a time she's like...he needs water #and just like...gets one single cup of water at a time #rather than something bigger #the sun is too bright so she gets out the canvas sheet and ties it to the corner of the house and a post in the ground over them #One night she sees Gil shiver #they only have like two blankets so over Gil it goes #because also of course she's been sleeping out there with him #sleep inside without her Gilgamesh? never #so she just lies down with him there #in the dirt #under the sun and in the howling wind #because she can't protect him from herself #but anything else in the universe?#come and try it #the Goddess of War dares you

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ruffboijuliaburnsides · 2 years

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Gil got a doggy shirt that, despite being XS, is too big for him. So he's being retro. 😉

#gilgamesh #(srsly tho without it tied he looked like a kid wearing a men's XL as a sleep shirt #fuckin precious

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ilmondodishioren · 1 year

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Je T'AIME - un amore malato, di Alessandro Gianesini

Ciao a tutti! Dopo un po’ di periodi neri e salute precaria, forse si inizia a intravedere la luce in fondo al tunnel, e mi piacerebbe riprendere col botto, parlando di libri e di un romanzo scritto da un ex blogger che penso conosciate in molti: Alessandro Gianesini. Questo è il terzo romanzo di Gianesini, e finalmente mi sono decisa a leggere qualcosa di suo, visto che le ambientazioni non…

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#consiglio libroso #edizioni gilgamesh #gilgamesh edizioni #Je t&039;aime un amore malato #romanzo italiano #suspance #thriller psicologico #ti consiglio un libro

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bitterkarella · 1 year

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Midnight Pals: Goncharov tear down that wall

Stephen King: hey neil did you hear that tumblr made up a fake scorcese movie? King: Joe told me about it Gaiman: haha! how delightfully whimsical! how droll! Gaiman: will the limitless vista of the human imagination ever fail to delight?

Poe: neil did you hear about goronovich? Gaiman: haha! the fake movie! how droll! Lovecraft: hey neil did you hear about gorbochov? Gaiman: haha! the fake movie! how droll! Koontz: hey neil did you hear about goobooboo? Gaiman: haha. the fake movie. how droll. Barker: hey neil

King: neil everyone wants to hear your opinion on goaijiruchev Gaiman: please steve stop Gaiman: for days, i have been buffeted upon the tides of whimsy Gaiman: until i must scream, like odysseus tied to the mast, NO MORE Gaiman: NO MORE King: King: so what's your opinion

Gaiman: confound that infernal fiction! Gaiman: only in this late hour do i realize my folly Gaiman: recognizing that the unbounded human imagination can be twisted for evil Gaiman: sweet merciful gilgamesh, let us banish this wretched tulpa back to the distant caves of memory!

Koontz: hey neil what do you think about girugamesh Gaiman: i think that cursed palimpsest should sink into the darkest depths of the river lethe!! Gaiman: oh no dean Gaiman: please no Gaiman: dry your tears, good dean Gaiman: my anger was not for you

King: Gorbavaich! Gogoogamoo! Gaiman: Koontz: haha this is fun! Gabagoo! Gargamel! Gaiman: Gaiman: i must amend my long-stated position on imagination Gaiman: i now believe that it's bad Koontz: Gantagocho! Gaiman: please stop Gaiman: i hate whimsy now Gaiman: gods it hurts

In conclusion, tumblr is a land of contrasts and also BUY MY BOOK:

#midnight pals #midnight society #the midnight society #hp lovecraft #neil gaiman #dean koontz #stephen king #clive barker

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kyoukamybeloved · 7 months

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« Chuuya-sama and Dazai-san stood side by side. Surprisingly enough, there was something similar to perfection about the two. »

« As if they are one soul in two different bodies. »

soukoku webweaves: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

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tagging moots and users who seemed to lose their minds at the other web weaves, since this is probably the last part, thank you so much for all the love :)))

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soulmatebracket · 11 months

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Soulmate Bracket: Round 1 [Side A — Part II]

Provided reasoning under cut:

Gilgamesh & Enkidu

literally made for each other...

'In the most ancient of the stories that compose The Epic of Gilgamesh, he is a helper to Gilgamesh. As those legends evolved into chapters of a great epic poem, Enkidu's role changed profoundly. Much more than a sidekick or a servant, he is Gilgamesh's soul mate, brother, and equal, even his conscience.'

Meliodas & Elizabeth

Meliodas is the son of the demon king, Elizabeth is the daughter of the goddess. They fell in love and tried to stop the holy war. As punishment, their parents cursed them - Meliodas cannot die, and Elizabeth will be reincarnated eternally without her memories - as soon as she remembers her past lives, she dies in 3 days. Meliodas keeps finding her in every one of her lives even though it hurts him because she doesn't remember who he is and he can't tell her, and he can't die himself.

Meliodas and Elizabeth were both killed and placed under curses, as being a demon and a goddess respectively they weren’t supposed to fall in love. Meliodas was immortal; he could die but returned to life every time. Elizabeth was reincarnated perpetually as a human with divine powers who had no memories of her previous lives and, in every lifetime, met and died in front of Meliodas. She could regain her memories, but doing so triggered her curse and she would die three days later. Meliodas explicitly states that he’s loved every incarnation of Elizabeth he’s met, and every incarnation of Elizabeth is explicitly stated to have loved Meliodas (to the point that he comes to believe it’s a part of her curse). Eventually they’re able to break their curses and end the series happily married with a son.

"Okay, look, this bracket literally describes Meliodas (immortal) and Elizabeth's (reincarnated) story! What's that story, you ask? Well, 3,000 years ago, there was a demon (Meliodas) and a goddess (Elizabeth) who fell in love despite the war that had been going on between their races since the first demon and goddess was created. Their parents (the Demon King and the Supreme Deity respectively) didn't agree with this of course and together cursed them. Meliodas was cursed with Eternal Life; he stopped aging, living on forever, and if he died, no matter how it happened, he resurrected again. Elizabeth was cursed with Eternal Reincarnation; time and time again she was reincarnated as a human with no memories of her former lives, destined to always meet and fall in love with Meliodas, and if she regained all her former memories, she would die 3 days later in front of Meliodas without fail. As the story of the manga/anime picks up, Elizabeth is living her 107th reincarnated life. Once again, she meets and falls in love with Meliodas, who has loved every single one of her. Once again, she regains her memories and is destined to die 3 days later. Meliodas, who promised the very first reincarnation of Elizabeth that no matter what happened, even if she would die again, he would break the curse, is desperate to save her, even willing to sacrifice his own emotions and becoming the next Demon King himself (something that he never wanted to be and that would mean him returning to the Demon Realm and losing his found family). Elizabeth is determined to save Meliodas from himself, even if it means she will die again, lose her memories and leave the people she loves from this life behind. In the end, Meliodas and Elizabeth fight together and break their curses (even killing their parents), and they still love each other. Even without the curse and the fates tied to it, they still love each other more than anything. There's a brief point in the manga/anime where Meliodas may have to permanently live in the Demon Realm or the human realm will tear itself apart, and what does Elizabeth do? She decided to go with him, even if that means she'll never see her father, sisters or friends again. Because she loves him and she never wants to lose him again. At an earlier point in the story Meliodas actually dies and Elizabeth ends up travelling into his memories and sees him promising her when she was just a little kid that he would always come back alive to her, which is exactly what he does, just in time to save her from an attack. Later on, after the curse is broken and all enemies defeated, the two travel together, visiting all the places they have met and fell in love. When they return home, they become the King and Queen of her kingdom and even have the first ever demon-goddess baby (who looks exactly like a combination of his parents by the way, like proof of their eternal love). Anyway, sorry for the super long rant, I just don't know how to summarize a 3,000-year-old love story stretching over 107 different reincarnations and lifetimes."

Love forbidden by their parents, the Demon King and the Supreme Deity, so they literally got cursed. Both of them reincarnate when they die. Meliodas losing his emotions more every time and Elizabeth losing her memories every time. Still, they find each other and Meliodas has been through a lot of Elizabeth reincarnations.

Mostly for the tragic romance. Like they're been fighting to be together against powers that vastly outdo their own, and as a gay litle goblin it feels. idk. feels familiar even if they're a straight couple.

#epic of gilgamesh #seven deadly sins #soulmatebracket #meliodas #elizabeth liones #melizabeth #id in alt tag

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finisnihil · 2 months

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Analysis with Penacony spoilers ahead, read at your own behest

I love Acheron so so much and one of the main reasons is how human she tries to be. She‘s trying so hard to stay human, to be human.

She’s killed people the blood debt is a burden she carries. She only sees the world in black, white, and red, but she gets lost easily and guides strangers home and she thanks you for trusting her even though you don’t have to and she protects a little boy from the mafia and she mourns your friend with you even though she didn’t know her because she knows you’re hurting and she helps you calm down after you watched your friend die horribly and she stays with you and looks after you and tells you to stay level headed and she apologies for being held back from protecting those you love because she isn’t human anymore and then she does one of the most human thing of all and blesses the soul and mourns her with you, guides her home like she did with you. Acheron is gentle like a psychopomp, like Death. She cries blood but it’s still crying.

Onto the allusion, the name Acheron comes from the river Acheron, one of the five rivers of the Underworld in Greek mythology. The Acheron is the River of Woe/Pain/Lost Souls. The River Cocytus (River of Wailing/Lamentation) and River Phlegethon (River of Magma) both flow into the River Acheron and the River Styx (River of Oaths/Border to the Underworld/Makes one invulnerable if they bathe in it) stems from the Acheron. The final river is the River Lethe which causes forgetfulness when bathed in or drunk from and usually used by the souls of the dead to be reborn. These allusions fit Acheron well, as she cries blood which is fitting for one named after the River of Woe. Her difficulty to hold onto memories is also reminiscent of the Lethe, especially now that we know she’s an Emanator. She was technically “reborn” as when she became one.

Building off this, she fulfills the role of a psychopomp. In folklore and mythology psychopomp are entities that guide souls of the dead, such a Thanatos in Greek mythology who is the personification of peaceful death (Who Seele has allusions to but that’s another analysis). Aventurine associates Acheron with the Finality a few times and we see her act like a psychopomp when she does things like “take us home” when we first meet her and she mentions guiding again when she sends Firefly off. She gets lost in the waking world but never seems to in the Dreamscape.

Building even more off this allusion, in Greek mythology the twin brother of Thanatos is Hypnos, the personification of sleep. Sleep and death are often tied together even outside of Greek mythology, like the Epic of Gilgamesh where Gilgamesh is literally told he can’t think about conquering death when he can’t even conquer sleep.

This all leads me to a theory about why Acheron said she had no choice in whether to draw her blade. She wanted to but she had no choice in the matter. We’ve seen her draw her blade twice so far in the story and it was to wake the Trailblazer and to fight Sam. If Acheron is an agent of the Finality maybe her blade can’t be drawn because it can only be used against those dying or dead or not living? We know Firefly was dying and we know she has a weird connection with Sam. The weird “Death” monster also seemed to target Firefly. I think Acheron couldn’t draw her sword against the “Death” because she is also an agent of Death and cannot attack one of her own, but she can use it against Firefly because Firefly is dying and it would be seen as a final severing of the soul from life or as “harvesting” the soul. Of course I could be completely and utterly wrong I’m literally just making an analysis based on allusions and motifs but still I think it’s interesting. Plus Aventurine calls Acheron and Sam enemies and Sam uses fire, an element typically seen as representing life.

Pulling a little bit away, Acheron sees the world in black, white, and red. The red is fleeting according to her and it reappears when a choice is made. If Acheron is a psychopomp this makes sense, she would mostly see the world as the living and the dead and the red could be a tie to the idea of the red string of fate, as we know destiny is a major theme of HSR’s story. When we make choices that change the direction of fate, we interact with the red strings of fate. This could be another reason she’s at odds with the Stellaron Hunters, they adhere strongly to the idea of destiny but to death destiny would have a different meaning. Her sword has an eye and is adorned with red which is where the majority of the color in her design is centered, going back to my theory around her sword it could represent how it cuts strings of fate and the eye matches the one on the “Death” nightmare.

We also know she apparently hijacked the Ever-Flame Mansion party to come here, maybe because she sensed there would be a lot of death here and came to collect the souls?

Finally, I would like to reiterate I do not play HI3 this is just something I’ve noticed, so correct me if I’m wrong:

She seems to be a Raiden Mei Expy and I know nothing of that character but I did notice when she says “Do you remember me?” there’s the answer of no and yes, and she akins us to a dear friend she had. We, the protagonist, fulfill the same role in this game Kiana (I think that’s the HI3 protag) does in HI3 and I’m vaguely aware Raiden Mei and Kiana have some sort of relationship in HI3. This asking if we remember her could be two things to me: Either she’s asking if we remember her as we have faced death before or she’s asking if we the player remember her from HI3, which she may have an awareness of if she is a personification of death and that may link her to knowledge of the Imaginary Tree as trees seem to be associated with death in HSR when you remember Yaoshi is associated with trees as well and the fruit of their tree on the Xianzhou gives immortality, where if Luocha is an Emanator he would have that tree motif too and we know he has tree motifs because he’s an Expy of Otto who did interact with what I think was the Imaginary Tree and that carried over when Luocha was given the element of Imaginary (Of course I had to talk about Luocha who do you think I am)

Anyways there’s so so much more but this post is already really really long and probably incomprehensible so if I think of any more I’ll make like a part II post anyways thanks for reading this far if you did and feel free to add discussion, mwah!

#honkai star rail #Acheron #acheron hsr #Penacony #Penacony spoilers #ACHERON I LOVE YOU #My special interest of folklore and mythology comes in clutch for analysis again #good luck to anyone who tries to read this whole thing it’s a nightmare (pun intended)#I’m sorry HI3 players who follow me/read my stuff y’all gotta suffer through my half assed understanding of the lore all the time #Finis Analyzes

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madamevirgo · 1 year

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Hi! This might sound really… outlandish, but I have been thinking about Thena using her cosmic energy in bed ;) Could you write a jealousy/ angst smut fic with Thena x reader , please?

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Pairing: Thena x (f!)reader

Words: 2443

Warnings: (bad) smut, top Thena, jealousy, public sex, bit of angst, so much cheesiness I might puke, don’t read if you’re a minor but I’m not your mom so do what you want.

A/N: Tis I! Madame Ghosts Virgo coming to you with my first post in months (?) life has gotten insane. College, work, whoever decided we had to actually do something for a living? Got sick, got sick again, and as I was laying in my sick bed (let me tell you, the flu decided to remind us that she was indeed THAT bitch) my mind came up with the most horrifying car sex scenario and I remembered this request and kinda ran with it? (@poeticgal5 I’m so sorry if this doesn’t live up to your expectations but thanks for the inspo). It is 2:42am so even though I reread myself like a million times, you might find some mistakes. Also, welcome to my first public smut. Okay horn-dogs, enjoy.

The Eternals through the years had learned to fit in. They molded and changed as was asked of them by the times. Even Gilgamesh, in his own peculiar way, adapted to the years. They all did, with the exception of Thena. Blame it on Mahd Wy’ry or her stubbornness to let go of a time where human connection was valued above all; she simply refused to immerse herself in today's world more than necessary.

Then came you. Innocent in a way but with eyes full of pain and trauma. You were determined to have her experience all the joys that this world had to offer. Not that you had much experience with them yourself. A Black Widow since birth, born and raised in the Red Room, you knew nothing but darkness. You craved some light, maybe that’s why you latched onto Thena the moment you met her. She shone bright, literally and figuratively.

Since the moment you met her, you had only one goal: experience all the joys in the world with who turned out to be the love of your life.

It wasn’t an easy task. Thena was stubborn (and scary), but you were persistent and perhaps even more stubborn. A trait you’ve always paid heavily for in the Red Room.

So you didn’t let her disinterest affect you. You’ll admit that her initial harsh words gave you a pause and stung your heart a bit, but you didn’t let that stop you. Soon, she started to give in.

Thena would never admit it, but she enjoyed experiencing life with you. Although she always did so with an air of disgust and boredom, behind each sarcastic and sassy comment could be found appreciation.

Appreciation for you, and surprisingly: life.

With the holidays, came new experiences. Tons of endless new experiences. Every year, it was something. One year it was baking, another it was skiing, another it was carolling (which she learned had nothing to do with the movie with that blonde actress with the fur coat). This year, it was a New Year’s Eve party.

Of course, Kingo had been the one to come up with the idea.

Of course, you’d been more than happy to jump at the opportunity to experience something new. As always.

Of course, Thena had agreed to it in the end. As always.

Because you could show her everything there was to see in every universe, but nothing would top the joy she felt seeing a smile light up your face.

So she helped plan, she got dressed, and she made nice with the people. Even those who insisted on calling her ‘Athena’.

All in all, things were going as well as they could go given that you hadn’t been paying attention to her all evening since you’d been running around playing the perfect hostess. Things got significantly worse when some leggy blonde started following you everywhere and making you laugh.

She tried to keep her cool because if she didn’t, things would get bad and she didn’t want to ruin this night for you. But the way this girl kept touching you was testing her control. She must’ve zoned out for a second because she suddenly felt a hand on her arm. Of course, she’d recognize your touch no matter what state she was in.

“Come with me?” You asked once her eyes met yours. And she nodded. Being with you was one of the greatest joys of her life.

You dragged the blonde goddess out and into the garage, and soon enough, you were driving away from the loudness of the house. Thena had not yet been able to grasp the concept of driving. She said it confused her. You suspected that she liked being a passenger princess.

“Where are we going?” She asked as it seemed like you were getting further away from the house, and into a road she’d never taken before.

“You’ll see. We’re almost there.” You said with a smile in her direction.

Soon enough, you pulled up to a cliff that overlooked the city. The view was magnificent and the air pristine.

“If you’re planning on going sky diving, let me stop you right now. My healing abilities don’t extend to others and I don’t fancy burying my girlfriend.” She said as she gripped your wrist to stop you from getting out of the car.

“I’ve jumped out of a plane before - without a parachute, might I add.” You said with a frown.

“Yes, I know, you’re a big bad Black Widow. I don’t care. Once was already too much. I’m so glad you know how gravity works.” she insisted, making you roll your eyes.

“It was more than once.” You mumbled. Which only made her deadpan. “Would you just let us get out of the car? I’m trying to be romantic.” You finally snapped a bit. After a few seconds, she relented and you stepped out of the véhicule, breathing in the fresh air.

You glanced at Thena and saw her with her eyes closed. Taking it in. She always felt best when she was surrounded by nature. You leaned against the hood of the car and watched her for a few moments. She was majestic. A fact that you knew, but never ceased to leave you in awe.

“You wanna talk about what made you almost have an episode?” You finally asked.

“I’m surprised you even noticed.” And although she didn’t open her eyes, you could sense the storm behind them.

You leaned forward, grabbing her hand and pulling her into you. Both of you, leaning on the car for support.

“What could possibly stop me from noticing you, my love?” You wracked your brain trying to find what she was talking about, coming up blank.

“That leggy blonde, she was all over you.” Whispered your girlfriend, not meeting your eyes. It finally clicked.

“Thena, are you jealous?” That was a first.

Thena and you had experienced many emotions, jealousy had never been one of them. It had to be noted that you never really interacted outside of your small circle of comfort and they all were respectful of your relationship or too afraid of Thena to try anything. So this was definitely new. Your heart filled with warmth at another manifestation of Thena’s love for you. You grabbed her chin and gently made her face you.

“Nobody has my attention but you. Although my eyes may not always reside on you, my mind and heart always do. Worry not my love, for me, there’s no one else but you.” And you sealed that promise with a kiss.

“Cheesy,” said the goddess as you pulled away, but the bright smile on her face showed her true sentiment even as she rolled her eyes.

“Only for you.” And you added a cheeky wink.

“Is there a particular reason why you’ve brought us up here? Or did you just want to get me away so I wouldn’t lose control around the humans?” She asked once you both settled down.

“This is the best place to see fireworks in the whole city. Another joy for us to experience. You know, other than the ones caused by bombs or actual explosions.”

“You do know I’ve seen my fair share of fireworks, right? During our time in Babylon, Sprite would create some pretty phenomenal ones. Nothing has compared ever since.” At times, you would catch a glimpse of sadness in her eyes as she reminisced about the past.

In this instance, you couldn’t help but feel a bit dejected. She must have seen the look on your face because she amended quickly.

“But this one will be even more special and incomparable because I’ll be sharing it with you.” She caressed your cheek with her hand, and you reached up to grab it in your hands.

“I’m sure.” And you knew that the smile you gave her wasn’t convincing, perhaps to someone less versed in the subject that was you; but not to Thena.

With a sigh, you lay down and pulled her next to you, on the hood of the car. It occurred to you that you should have grabbed a blanket for comfort. You suddenly worried that her back would hurt. This whole experience was turning out to be the opposite of what you had hoped it would be.

“We should head back. The others will be wondering where we are.” Before you could fully get up, she grabbed your hand, making you look down at her.

“I’m sure they’ll manage. Besides, I thought you wanted to see the fireworks.”

“I just realized that we came a bit too early and I forgot to bring blankets. I don’t think the hood of the car will be comfortable for long.” You wanted to cry. Like everything you planned for Thena, you wanted tonight to be perfect. It was, however proving to be an utter failure.

“I’m very comfortable, but if you’re not, we can go. Although I was hoping to have you experience something new, and you’ve set the scene for it so beautifully.” She got up and before you knew it she was standing next to the passenger’s door. The glint in her eyes told you she was up to no good, and the shiver that ran up down your spine told you you’d love every second of it.

“I’m sure they can go without us for a little bit longer.” You whispered as she slowly approached you, like a hunter creeping on its prey.

“Uh huh.” She wrapped her arms around you and claimed your lips with hers.

If it wasn’t for the car, your legs would have given out. Every time she kissed you, you turned to mush; but there was something in her energy tonight that was different.

“I have so much energy pant up from not killing that leggy blonde. I think it could be better invested in you. Don’t you agree?” She pulled back from whispering in your ear to bite the lobe and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Yes.” Was all you could manage to say as you wrapped your arms around her to steady yourself.

This seemed to be all the answer she needed before letting loose. She pushed you down on the hood of the car and the telltale gold of her powers that occurred when she was manipulating cosmic energy appeared at each one of your wrists, restraining you to the car.

“I don’t know who will enjoy this more. What I know for certain is that neither she nor anyone will ever be able to make you feel as good as I’m about to make you feel.” If that was her certainty, yours was that your pussy was currently the Nile river.

She rolled up your shirt over your head and locked your lips in a searing kiss that made your head spin from lack of oxygen; before slowly, tortuously kissing her way to your boobs. Neither of them was left without attention. She was sucking and biting on one while squeezing and palming the other with her hand, making your back arch in pleasure.

Thankfully, you could feel that she wasn’t in a teasing mood tonight. Right when you thought it couldn’t get any better, she started sending bursts of cosmic energy into your body with each bite and pinch.

You were suddenly grateful that you had driven you both up here so no one could hear the noises you let out.

“Thena, please. More.” The way you were doing your absolute best to trap her between your legs told her exactly where you needed her.

She removed her mouth from your boob and continued trailing kisses until she reached the gates of absolute pleasure. One kiss, two. It was like a silent prayer that she sent to the universe; thanking it for the feast she was about to taste.

Then she dived in and you could have come right then. You let out a loud moan and the hand that had been left on your other boob disappeared before two fingers were shoved in your mouth for you to suck on.

Again and again and again she cherished your clitoris, drinking you up like the last glass of water on earth. Her powers had always intrigued you. The beauty of it all. But the way she was using it to pleasure you right now? You would’ve given what you didn’t have to keep this feeling from ever ending.

And then she stopped. You were quick to open your eyes with a glare. How dare she deny you such pleasure? Of such a euphoric feeling? It was yours to take and hers to give.

“Relax, my love,” she pressed a kiss to your lips and then your cheek, making your gaze soften. “I’m not quite done with you yet.” And then she pushed into you.

Thena and you had used a strap more than once, but never one made from cosmic energy. It was almost alive; an extension of her, pulsating inside of you and that energy was spreading in your insides. It was pleasure like you’ve never experienced, and it felt almost sinful not to die immediately after.

“Fuck, right there Thena. Rig-” you couldn’t breathe, in the most fabulous way. It was like breathing, speaking, would take away from your experience of this feeling, this moment. You couldn’t have that.

Thena was a dancer, graceful yet impactful in her movements. They were precise and direct and carried everything that couldn’t be said. You saw it in her fighting style, and you felt it in the way she was fucking you.

“I love you”

“We are now one.”

“I love you.”

“You are an extension of me.”

It almost felt like she was speaking all these thoughts directly in your head. You honestly didn’t want to think about the probability of that. Mostly because you reached your peak and as you came undone and felt warmth unleash inside of you, you had to open your eyes to make sure you weren’t going crazy when you heard fireworks above you.

“Happy New Year,” said your blonde girlfriend, as she tried to catch her breath.

“The happiest.” You mumbled as you pulled her close and kissed her forehead.

You could have fallen asleep right there, consequences be damned. And you would’ve if it wasn’t for Thena speaking.

“I think we dented your car.” She mumbled.

“That’s okay. It’s one of Kingo’s.” You mumbled right back.

You would get up eventually. But for now, you wanted to enjoy this new bond that had been formed between you two.

#madamevirgowrites #angelina jolie #angelina jolie x reader #thena x reader #thena eternals #thena x y/n #the eternals #mcu x reader #mcu fanfiction

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bigasswritingmagnet · 3 months

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Helpful, in a Heterodyne Kind of Way

Summary: Gil wakes up chained to a chair in Castle Heterodyne.

That's bad.

But he's been brought there to have dinner with the Lady Heterodyne, who is smart and pretty and interesting.

That's good.

He's been brought there by Saturnus Heterodyne, because he's under the impression that Gil is the biological son of Petrus Teuful, and thus an excellent potential suitor for his beloved granddaughter.

That's bad.

But Agatha is wonderful, and Saturnus promises to keep Gil's "true parentage" a secret. If Gil is lucky, he might get out of this with a girlfriend, and without getting fed to one of the castle's deathtraps.

Klaus would just like people to not kidnap his son, thank you very much.

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Gil woke slowly, but not painfully. There was no aching body or throbbing temples, just a slow ascent from darkness. He was vaguely aware of the smell of cooking meat, the warmth of a nearby fire, the sound of soft music.

And shouting.

“—kidnap the son of Baron Wulfenbach, emperor of Europa!”

Well, that wasn’t a good start.

Gil forced his eyelids to open and found himself staring at…a table. It was covered in a gilt-embroidered tablecloth and set with the most over-the top table settings, every conceivable variety of forks, spoons and knives.

His hands were chained to the chair with manacles just long enough to allow him to reach the silverware (which was gold, he realized). He also noticed what, exactly, the tablecloth’s embroidery depicted. It was not something most people would like to look at during a meal.

A sneaking suspicion began to develop.

“I don’t care how great-great-great-grandmother Thorazia would have done it!”

And that was when Gil noticed the guards, and suspicion became certainty.

There were two of them, standing side by side at the door on the far end of the room. One had horns that curled up over his head almost in a circle; the other had a snout and long, floppy ears. Both were grinning at him—grins filled with sharp, pointed teeth.

Jӓgers.

Gil tried to keep his expression one of mild interest, which the guards clearly found very funny. He drummed his fingers on the arms of the chair, humming softly and very carefully not checking to see how sturdy the restraints were.

They were very sturdy.

As casually as he could, Gil glanced over his shoulder.

Yep, two Jӓgermonster guards on that door, too.

One of them waved at him. Gil gave him a slightly strained smile, and turned back in his seat again.

Okay. Kidnapped, tied to a chair, in Castle Heterodyne. The important thing to do was to remain calm, at all costs.

“Grandfather, I don’t need your help! I am perfectly capable of finding a boyfriend on my own!”

The door flew open and in swept the most beautiful girl Gil had ever seen. She was dressed in filthy mechanic’s coveralls. Her face was smeared with grease. Her hair was beginning to fall free from the messy ponytail she’d put it in, framing her face with fine golden strands. Her eyes were bright green, illuminated behind her large glasses.

“I,” she began, “am so sorry—”

“Hi,” Gil blurted out. “I’m Gil. Uh. Gilgamesh Wulfenbach. Who are you?”

She pulled up short, startled by the interuption.

“Oh. I…I’m Agatha. Agatha Heterodyne.” She shook herself. “Wait, wait, I’m apologizing. My grandfather had you kidnapped, he’s…” She blushed even harder. “He uh. He’s been trying to…”

“Find you a boyfriend, I heard.”

Agatha groaned and rubbed her face, pushing her glasses up.

“I’m so sorry.”

“That’s alright,” Gil said. “You know, it smells like dinner’s been made already, and since I’m already here…”

Agatha stared at him.

“You—really?”

He smiled at her and shrugged.

“I’d hate for it to go to waste.”

Agatha opened and closed her mouth a few times, pink rising to her cheeks.

“Oh. That’s. Very kind of you. I. Um. Should probably go get changed. I’m not exactly dressed for dinner.”

“If you’d like,” Gil said, amicably. “I think you look great.”

Agatha went scarlet and ducked her head, not quite managing to hide her smile. She began to back up out the door she’d entered through, babbling a little.

“I’ll uh. Aheh. It’s not really hygenic, I’m all covered in…I’ll just…um…Nestor, if you could serve Gil some wine or, or something while I, um…”

She slammed the door shut. Gil heard frantic footsteps tearing up the hallway, a call of I told you! and shutupshutupshutup!

A servant approached on silent feet and filled a goblet with wine, then scooched it a little closer to Gil so he could reach it without dragging the chains across the table cloth. Gil didn’t bother to ask if he could be released.

The door opened again and Gil looked up, but it wasn’t Agatha who entered.

At first, the only thing Gil could notice was the chair. From the seat up, it was, well. A chair. But instead of four sturdy legs, the seat rested on what had to be dozens of of spindly, shining, insectile legs. They were constantly moving, extending and retracting and shifting position to keep the occupant perfectly balanced as he crossed the room.

It took some effort to drag his gaze up and meet the sharp green eyes of a man who had Agatha’s nose and a wicked grin that pinned Gil in place.

“Saturnus Heterodyne!” he said, by way of greeting. “And you must be Gilgamesh Wulfenbach!” His smile twisted slyly. “Or should I say…Gilgamesh Teuful?”

Gil stared blankly.

“Uh…should you?”

“No need to play dumb,” Saturnus said, drawing up to the table beside Gil. With a casual air, he picked up one of the decanters of wine and filled a spare glass. Taking the glass in hand, he settled back in his seat and gave Gil a sharp smile. “I heard all about your paternity from that Sturmvoraus fellow.”

“Sturmv—Tarvek?” Gil sat bolt up in the chair, sloshing his wine and yanking hard on the manacles. “Tarvek Sturmvoraus told you I was Petrus Teuful’s son?”

That weasel, that snake! Everyone knew the Lady Heterodyne was more like the Heterodyne boys than like her grandfather. If she thought he was the son of one of the deadliest Sparks in the world—

“No, no,” Saturnus said. “He told his sister. But there are no secrets in Castle Heterodyne, are there?” This last was directed to the ceiling.

‘No indeed,’ said a disembodied voice, sounding quite smug. ‘But I do know when to be…discreet.’

Saturnus chuckled and waved for Gil to relax.

“Calm down, don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. I don’t blame Klaus for keeping it a secret—a man can only put up with so many assassination attempts before they begin to get tiresome.” He laughed the convivial laugh of two people bonding over a shared nuisence.

“Um. I…appreciate that, but—”

“And I certainly won’t be the one to tell Agatha! Don’t want to sway her opinion of you just yet. She’s a little too much like her uncle to believe in the whole ‘change them with the power of love’ nonsense her father did…”

His voice trailed off, his expression suddenly sobering. Gil waited, but when the man stayed silent, he cleared his throat.

“Actually, I think there’s been—”

“Wait, wait, I’m not done.” Saturnus frowned disapprovingly. “Youth these days, no patience at all. What was I saying? Oh! I remember when Klaus finally brought Teuful down. Ha, and Teuful certainly made him work for it! But when he finally fell, what did his men do? Fought harder. Fought to the death. Every man jack was there of his own free will, because he believed in Teuful. That is loyalty.”

Saturnus grinned and tilted his head back, indicating the Jӓger guards.

“And the Heterodynes know loyalty. We appreciate loyalty—and appreciate those Sparks who understand it as we do.”

“Well, of course,” Gil said. “Half of the armies we fight surrender outright because they know they’ll get a better deal with the Empire. But—”

“But indeed! A man who can inspire a soldier to fight for peace and stability, yes, all well and good, hoo-ray. But a man who can take a perfectly ordinary citizen of the world and inspire him to wanton chaos and destruction? Ah, that’s the kind of man I want for my granddaughter.”

He sat back in his chair and sighed heavily.

“I’m relieved to have found you, you know. The number of would-be suitors who have shown up here—why, the grinding machines can hardly keep up!”

“The grinding machines,” Gil repeated.

“Hmm? Oh, yes, unworthy men can be persistant, and I’ll not be having some moon-eyed, would-be-hero fluttering around her and wasting her time. So, on their way out I simply have the castle…” He made a sweeping motion with his hand. “Clean up.”

Gil felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead.

“Castle Heterodyne had boyfriend grinding machines?”

“No, of course not! I had to build them. But don’t you worry,” Saturnus said, patting Gil genially on the shoulder. “I’d never snuff out a Spark like Teuful’s so easily.”

‘But perhaps mind where you put your hands.’

Saturnus burst out laughing; the Jӓger guards joined in. Gil forced his own laugh, clutching white knuckled at the arms of his chair. As subtly as he could, he glanced down, and saw that the way the floorboards were laid out, it was not impossible that the chair was positioned over a trap door.

The door opened and Gil’s heart leapt for entirely different reasons than terror.

Agatha stood in the doorway, slightly breathless, still damp from her frantic bath, and dressed in a white and gold dress trimmed with trilobite designs that Gil would say was extremely becoming. She’d missed a spot of engine grease on her cheek, and Gil had no intention of telling her.

“Well, I’ll leave you two at it,” Saturnus said, steering his chair away from the table and towards the door. His granddaughter squinted at him suspiciously.

“Yes, you will. And so will you four,” she said, sternly, to the Jӓgers. “I already have an all-seeing chaperone, who will be silent,” she added, very pointedly. “For the duration of the evening.” Her eyes landed on the glass of wine Saturnus was not quite managing to keep out of sight. “And the doctor said no alcohol!”

“The doctor said less alcohol!” Saturnus shot back, the door slamming shut behind him.

Agatha threw her hands up in the air in exasperation, and thumped down in her seat. Then she hurriedly stood up and swept her dress out so it wasn’t crumpled. Servants closed in, laying out the first course: a bright orange soup that, upon very careful tasting, turned out to be pumpkin.

“I hope he didn’t say anything too awful,” Agatha said.

“No!” Gil said, hurriedly, very aware that Castle Heterodyne could hear every word. “He was just telling me that he was a…fan of my father’s work.”

“Yes,” Agatha said. “I’m not entirely sure he actually understands what your father does.”

“I did get that impression,” Gil said, straight faced. The chain around his wrist clanked against the soup bowl, and Agatha’s eyes went wide.

“Castle! He’s still chained?”

Gil thought he heard something like a distant, mechanical sigh of disappointment, and the manacles popped open.

“I’m so sorry about that. Again.”

Gil smiled.

“Honestly, of all the times I’ve been kidnapped and chained to a chair, this is not the worst.”

Agatha paused, spoon halfway to her mouth.

“Has that happened to you…often?”

“Once or twice!” Gil said. “But I don’t usually get wine.”

“—and even though he recognized that it wasn’t on purpose, or entirely my fault, the Master decided I’d just be a trouble magnet, and that was the end of Paris. I finished my degrees in Beetleburg, instead.” Agatha waved her fork vaguely. “But it worked out in the end. It was much easier to rule Mechanicsburg from there.”

Gil started.

“You were ruling Mechanicsburg long distance?”

Agatha gave him a wry smile.

“I couldn’t exactly leave Grandfather in charge unattended,” she said, dryly. “I had regular reports sent to me once a week, and I’d send my orders back same day.”

“That’s impressive,” Gil said. “Balancing your schoolwork, running Mechanicsburg, and still managing to have a social life? Most people can barely manage two of those.”

“Oh, it wasn’t that much more work,” Agatha demured, though she was blushing. “My seneschal took care of the day to day, and my generals managed the defences.”

“Well, I think it’s amazing.”

“What about you?” Agatha returned. “You’ve got two doctorates and Collette said you get into adventures every other week.”

‘My lady—’

“I asked for silence,” Agatha said. “And I specified for the duration—”

‘Yes, my lady, and no one wishes to interrupt your evening. That is why your grandfather asked me to inform you that he will handle the matter.’

“What mat—you know what, nevermind. I don’t want to know.” She rolled her eyes at Gil. “He’s probably gone to argue with the Monster’s Guild about whether the giant rats qualify for membership. I keep telling them, if they’re not sentient enough to pay union dues and attend the meetings, they belong with the Rodent Society.”

The room they were in faced west, giving them a lovely view of the mountain sunset, and no view at all of Castle Wulfenbach descending on Mechanicsburg.

#girl genius #Gilgamesh Wulfenbach #saturnus heterodyne #agatha heterodyne #gilgatha #gil/agatha #doting grandfather saturnus AU

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inklore · 1 year

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darlings! i hope your year was great, filled with love, fun and joy. if it wasn’t my heart goes out to you and i hope the new year treats you with nothing but kindness. i’m sending you love and magical vibes.

i missed the last four months of my monthly fic recs, so instead of making a dozen different posts i’m just going to combine it with an end of the year post: aka i’m lazy lmao.

but shoutout to every writer on these lists, not on these lists, who are on tumblr but don’t post, you are amazing and you sharing your beautiful talent with us (or with just yourself) is literally a gift and the community would be in shambles without you!!!!

please never feel under appreciated because i am your number one fan. you bring light to many and fill a fandom void we all crave and enjoy diving into to shut out the real world. you’ve made this year better, funner, and immensely tolerable.

you are all loved and adored, keep writing, keeping sharing those beautiful ideas. i hope to find more amazing works from writers both on and not on this list in the new year. so here’s to it! may next year be kind to us all <3

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI with the works below. unless it’s stated otherwise. heed warnings and authors notes please.

✶ — honorable fav of the year mention!

IF I COULD INJECT THIS FIC INTO MY VEINS I WOULD

aka all the fics that have stuck with me throughout the entire year, the ones that have imbedded themselves to my frontal lobe and refuse to let go!

Pa'atení by neonheartbeat (namor x shuri)

Mercy, sabotage, and dead space by @no-droids (poe dameron)

Swallow you like sunshine when i smile by @rae-gar-targaryen (mickey garcia)

Interdickt by @laters-gators (santiago garcia)

I’ve got you darlin by @psychedelic-ink (moonknight + din djarin)

Flamingo king by @onsunnyside (ari levinson)

Inforgetting by @boxofbonesfic (spiderman)

CHRIS EVANS

Plan B by @slyyywriting (ari levinson + andy barber)

Wicked games by @honeystevie (steve rogers)

Rumination by @/boxofbonesfic (steve rogers)

Free use by @bonkywobble (dark!steve rogers)

Discipline me by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming (andy barber) ✶

The exhibit by @/boxofbonesfic (lloyd hansen)

I'll cry if i want to by @honeybloomss (ari levinson)

A big mistake by @straywords (steve rogers)

Walking the wire by @pedrito-friskito (nomaed!steve rogers)

Puppet on a string by @/psychedelic-ink (ransom drysdale)

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

But you're pretty when you're mine by @charnelhouse (daemon x rhaenyra)

Wrath of the dragon by @/straywords (daemon targaryen)

Untitled by @/charnelhouse (harwin strong)

He finds you by @targaryenvampireslayer (daemon + harwin)

Breeding kink by @someplace-darker (harwin strong)

Burn by @laters-gators (daemon targaryen)

Tinsel by @authurials (daemon targaryen) ✶

Discretion by @revolution-starter (aemond targaryen)

MARVEL

Unknown by @/psychedelic-ink (doctor strange)

Untitled by @/bonkywobble (thor odinson)

Praise kink by @atomwritez (gilgamesh) ✶

Untitled by @sarahscribbles (loki laufeyson)

Over the moon by @moonlight-prose ( joaquín torres)

Waves of love by @/maladaptivexxdaydreaming (namor)

Nothing compares by @wwinterwitch (namor)

Too much of him by @cumberstrange (namor)

Love, or lack there of by @/psychedelic-ink (namor)

Scorched earth by @allaboardthereadingrailroad (namor) ✶

His sacrificial offering by @wint3r-h3art (namor)

Protector, lover, fighter by @bakerstreethound (namor)

Mine by @javier-pena (wolverine) ✶

Continuum by @sunshinescribes (namor) ✶

I'm yours by @/psychedelic-ink (namor)

OSCAR ISAAC

Heavy in your arms by @/psychedelic-ink (marc spector)

Cerebral by @/laters-gators (nathan bateman)

A little tied up by @/laters-gators (marc spector)

Sleep tight by @/laters-gators (blue jones)

Home by @spacecowboyhotch (jonathan levy)

Twas the night by @dameronscopilot (santiago garcia) ✶

A sunday kind of love by @/moonlight-prose (marc spector) ✶

Devotion by @/moonlight-prose (marc spector)

Belong to you by @/moonlight-prose (marc + layla)

PEDRO PASCAL

Alien blues by @/psychedelic-ink (din djarin)

Broken sleep by @/psychedelic-ink (dave york)

My drug by @/psychedelic-ink (frankie morales + jack daniels)

A broken prince by @/psychedelic-ink (ezra)

First time by @autumnleaves1991-blog (oberyn martell)

Poison & wine by @/psychedelic-ink (din djarin + duke leto)

Touch by @/moonlight-prose (din djarin)

Untitled by @the-scandalorian (din djarin)

STRANGER THINGS

All mine by @littledemondani (eddie munson)

She's trouble by @wroteclassicaly (eddie munson)

Untitled by @/wroteclassicaly (eddie + steve)

Whole lotta love by @/authurials (eddie munson)

Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me by @oncasette (eddie munson)

TOP GUN

Take it easy by @/oncasette (hangman)

Worst Behavior by @/oncasette (rooster)

Breath play by @foli-vora (rooster)

Your name (on that coffee cup) by @rae-gar-targaryen (hangman) ✶

As blue as your taste (i taste the same) by @/rae-gar-targaryen (fanboy)

Untitled by @/oncasette (hangman) ✶

Do not disturb by @callsignvalley (hangman)

So deep in love with you (baby love) by @/rae-gar-targaryen (fanboy)

My cup runneth over by @/rae-gar-targaryen (fanboy)

Untitled by @/rae-gar-targaryen (fanboy)

Mi media naranja by @/rae-gar-targaryen (fanboy)

Untitled by @angrythingstarlight (walter deville)

Throne by @preciouslandmermaid (morpheus)

First time by @stranger-nightmare (morpheus)

Thigh riding by @/stranger-nightmare (geralt)

Breeding kink by @xcatnapsx (kylo ren)

Those damned romantics by @/rae-gar-targaryen (ezekiel reyes)

Lazy sunday by @eupheme (charlie swan)

please do not spam like the works above, no one likes a spam liker. comments and reblogs are always the better way to show your appreciation to content creators.

if you would like me to remove your works within this list, for whatever reason, please let me know and i will kindly do so!

#monthly fic recs !#fic recs #writer love <3

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jasminewalkerauthor · 2 months

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Trope chats: Curses

Curses, a literary device steeped in mysticism and consequences, have woven a captivating thread through the fabric of storytelling across cultures and epochs. This essay delves into the evolution of curses in literature, exploring their multifaceted appeal, potential pitfalls, societal influence, and the lasting impact they wield on the human imagination.

The roots of curses in literature trace back to ancient myths and epics, where gods and mortals alike invoked divine wrath upon their adversaries. From the epic of Gilgamesh to Greek tragedies like Oedipus Rex, curses were early tools used by storytellers to explore themes of fate, morality, and the consequences of human actions.

Greek Tragedy:

In Greek tragedies, curses often served as inexorable forces, shaping the destinies of characters. Oedipus' tragic fate, a result of a familial curse, exemplifies the enduring power of curses as narrative devices that drive the plot and illuminate moral quandaries.

Shakespearean Drama:

William Shakespeare's plays, such as "Macbeth" and "Hamlet," are replete with curses that foreshadow doom and evoke a sense of cosmic justice. The witches' curse in "Macbeth" and Hamlet's quest for revenge both showcase the enduring use of curses in exploring the darker recesses of the human psyche.

Folklore and Fairy Tales:

Folklore and fairy tales further expanded the use of curses as cautionary elements. From Sleeping Beauty to Rumpelstiltskin, curses became symbolic representations of moral lessons, emphasizing the consequences of transgressions.

The enduring appeal of curses in literature lies in their ability to add layers of complexity to narratives, evoking suspense, tragedy, and moral introspection.

Dramatic Tension:

Curses introduce a palpable sense of tension and impending doom, propelling the narrative forward. Whether through a witch's hex or a divine malediction, the anticipation of the curse's fulfillment engages readers and viewers alike.

Moral Dilemmas:

Curses often serve as conduits for exploring profound moral dilemmas. Characters grappling with the consequences of curses navigate the intricacies of right and wrong, free will, and the inexorable pull of destiny.

Symbolism and Allegory:

Curses, laden with symbolism, often serve as allegorical devices reflecting societal fears, taboos, or ethical quandaries. They become potent metaphors for the unseen forces shaping human existence.

While curses enrich narratives, they can pose challenges, such as the risk of becoming clichéd or contributing to one-dimensional characterizations.

Clichéd Tropes:

Overuse of curses without thoughtful development can lead to clichéd storytelling, diluting the impact and diminishing the novelty of the narrative device.

Stereotyping:

Curses sometimes perpetuate stereotypes, especially when tied to cultural or ethnic backgrounds. Care must be taken to avoid reinforcing harmful clichés and biases.

Curses in literature extend beyond mere storytelling; they shape and are shaped by societal attitudes, reflecting cultural fears, aspirations, and ethical considerations.

Cultural Perspectives:

The portrayal of curses often reflects cultural beliefs and societal values. Whether seen as divine retribution or the consequences of moral transgressions, curses mirror the cultural lens through which stories are told.

Societal Reflection:

Curses can serve as a mirror reflecting societal anxieties, offering a lens through which to explore collective fears, morality, and the intricate dance between fate and free will.

In conclusion, the use of curses in literature is a timeless and dynamic exploration of the human condition. From ancient myths to contemporary novels, curses have provided storytellers with a potent tool to weave tales of tragedy, morality, and destiny. The enduring appeal of curses lies in their ability to engage readers emotionally, prompt moral introspection, and reflect the cultural undercurrents that shape the narratives we create. As literature evolves, the power and symbolism of curses continue to resonate, echoing through the corridors of human imagination and inviting readers to ponder the profound mysteries of fate and consequence.

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Hi! I’ve been trying to find a good cuneiform version of the Epic of Gilgamesh and have been completely unsuccessful (mostly because I’m not interested in buying one, just finding one online or at the library). Regardless, all I’m trying to find is the cuneiform for a couple of lines early in Tablet 1: in Mitchell’s English version, “Take out the tablet of lapis lazuli. Read/how Gilgamesh suffered and accomplished all.” (p.70) I was wondering if you could help me out with this in any possible?

Hello! I don't have the cuneiform but can maybe help you on your way. These lines are ll. 26-28 of tablet I in the Standard Babylonian version. George translates them as "[Open] the lid of its secret, [lift] up the tablet of lapis lazuli and read out / all the misfortunes, all that Gilgamesh went through!" Helle (2021) opts for "Open the door to its secrets, / take up the tablet of lapis lazuli and read aloud: / read of all that Gilgamesh went through, / read of all his suffering."

The Akkadian for this is

[pi-te-m]a bāba(ka2) ša2 ni-ṣir-ti-šu2 [i-š]i ma ṭup-pi {na4}-uqnî(za-gin) ši-tas-si [mim-m]u-u2 {dingir}-Giš-gim2-maš ittallaku(du-du)-{ku} ka-lu mar-ṣa-a-ti

The portions not in italics in (parenthesis) are the sign form of the prior word, while those in {brackets} are written determiners; neither are spoken aloud. [Square brackets] are fragmentary and are assumed. This means the pronunciation would be Pitema bāba ša niṣirtišu / Iši ma ṭuppi uqnî šitassi / Mimmu Gišgimmaš ittallaku kalu marṣāti (or something close to it, my Akkadian isn't great so forgive any errors!)

Unfortunately there's no actual cuneiform copy of the tablet I can find online, but if an Akkadianist reading this can help with the exact signs I'm sure the asker would appreciate it!

#replies #epic of gilgamesh #akkadian

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theprimeministerofamerica · 6 months

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ngl if u go to the club and order a white gilgamesh im just going ti assume your lame as fuck

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has-gilgamesh-doneanythingwrong · 29 days

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Emiya Tarot- Deck of Swords

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This deck is exemplary of Emiya's journey in many routes. Here's a generic explanation for every card, that has loose ties to the show itself. The explanations are below and they come with spoilers:

Ace of Swords- Usually signifies a direct breakthrough through difficult circumstances. Emiya's projection of swords was a creative endeavor that changed the entire game.

Two of Swords- Tends to signify being trapped between two or more paths. In UBW, he can either follow the same path of his elder self; or rewrite it anew. Emiya is often stuck between many paths and options. Usually the person is blindfolded in this tarot, but I feel like this scene is a time of Emiya having the blindfold ripped off.

Three of Swords- Signifies heartbreak and loss. Gilgamesh's harm of Illya is definitely a time of this, a time where Emiya faces near impossible odds in the face of Gilgamesh, a very morally gray and unpredictable force that turns everything upside down!

Four of Swords- Signifies a time of necessary rest after much turmoil and hardship. Like the hilarious 'dolphin' scene in Rin's room, as well as when she temporarily passes on her crests to Shirou, for the sake of the final battle.

Five of Swords- Signifies a victory that came in the face of many losses and hardship. Though the war is over, there is more to come- and the price paid was huge.

Six of Swords (XD)- Signifies moving to better seas, leaving a painful past behind; even if you are taking many traumas and baggage with you, it is still a much better position to be in than before. I feel like these three did their very best to make the utmost out of a pretty unfortunate twist to a holy grail war. lol i only drew 5

Seven of Swords- Signifies deceit, betrayal and sneaking beneath one's gaze. Archer is exemplary of this with his extreme pragmatism in UBW, slowly slinking from serving Rin to doing all in his power to kill 'himself' basically. His lies regarding his lack of memory and sudden turncoat against Rin, for goals that were wildly different to what was expected of him as a servant- makes him the perfect 7 of swords!

Eight of Swords- Signifies that although one is trapped, if they pry deeper into the situation, there is a clear way out of it. Even the bindings trapping one in the eight of swords are loosely there, and the swords do not block their way. This can signify Emiya overcoming his hurdles, turning his barriers into his greatest strength by the end of the show.

Nine of Swords- Signifies extreme worry, fear and doubt. Emiya likely had quite a few of them...

Ten of Swords- Signifies the end, absolute and utter defeat at the hands of external forces. Yet, the sun still begins to rise, light making its way through the darkness for a brighter future. In this sense, Emiya had his ass handed to him many times in UBW; but he survived in the end. This card symbolises renewal after defeat, that even once a situation becomes hopeless, a new day will begin.

#emiya shirou #fate ubw #fate stay night #fate series #gilgamesh #archer emiya #fgo fanart #gilgablog #op speaks #fate stay ubw #artists on tumblr #tw blood #tw sword

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