#[ALWAYS WRITE WHAT YOU DESIRE!!!!!

[aaronofithaca05]

Battle in ink

||Tw: Calypso||

"I wander in search of a light upon your desperate face!”. Lascivious nymph of chalky fingers, elusive as an eel, murky and cold, let her burning fingers glide across the face, damp and cold, of the castaway.

Burning, sweet and vile bones of the nymph kept slithering, searing. In unnoticed possession, never truly casting spell or charm. "I keep begging Theos, for you to never leave me!.”

Odysseus, still, awaiting turn in this dance: "I am… searching…". Words escaped his lips, from his very depths within, man of thousand paths and missteps, struggling to chart this step.

Laërtes’s sweet words had carried him from Skýros to Ílion, Ténedos to Lēmnos. Voids of air slipping through his mind:

"By walking, one makes path, and upon glancing back…" Back, all his steps yearning to be undone.

"One sees the path that feet had crossed enough." Path by gnarled trees hiding Home. Olives, in which this infernal reef refused to sprout.

"Son, there is no path, but wakes upon the sea." Wakes Foamy paths in which Ithákē was built. United archipelago his domain. A kingdom never seen since his arrival, In barren foam turned his sweetness lost

The Ithacan monarch had never let his father’s wish fall to ill thought, but before the nymph who boiled his lymph and blood, he let those words fade.

Calypso waited, anxious, reluctant. He had been her lover, but what was there to expect from him?

From the weeper on her isle?. From the twat who never follows her in the daylight?. Yet he cried her name in her empty chamber under starlight?.

The eel coiled the wolfish sailor in its embrace while; Odysseus, man of a thousand tricks and wits, shot her a sharp grimace: Belly, chest, and face, At the two first, without joy, only indifference or ire, but in the last?. He gifted a lecherous and cold gaze in equal measure to the one he saw each dawn, in the second rosy fingered dawn by Calypso’s hands.

"Calypso, my queen." Anyone who heard it would have read the lie in his voice, the false melodic inflection, the lack of harmony as a neglected lyre’s threads, as his broken voice upon the cold sand of that bay.

"Forgive my rude behaviour," the honey he tried to wrap in his mouth was as insipid as his regard for his jailer. Learned movements directed at an essence, absence, breathed life into the corpse of 600 lives lost..

"My girl, my queen, the woman who waits for me." Penelope at the tip, a name so perfect and pure, so easy on his lips, cried out forcefully to escape from the voice of this liar.

"If I had…" he hated in his soul, hated, as in his name —the one that is hated—, the universe who cursed him in name and fortune. The Ithacan writhed within while the nymph?. Smiled, naïve.

"Knowing your embrace was so fine," fine as the skin of sharks, who knows how many of his men were devoured by those sea dogs.

Cephalopod and eel in battle, Still, Ink does not kill Will. Thanks so much @simugeuge with this take! Moots: @jarondont, @iroissleepdeprived, @nikoisme, @perroulisses,@poshgirlsstuff, @katerinaaqu @incorrecthomer, @dootznbootz, @nyx-of-darkness-1620, @sunshines-child, @random-krab, @ironspdr6700, @fangirlofallthefanthings, @twomanyfandomshelp, @thehighpaladin, @the-decapoddecapod, @myblacknightworld, @simugeuge, @itszorrito67, @incorrectatlas @tunguszka20

[thegreatyin]

And thus, with the passing of 24 hours, Caeru's ambition truly comes to an end. Major Nemesis spoilers below the cut- we're talking endgame ambition business here. Mostly on a character RP front.

The Doomed Scientist made quite a few... choice decisions, in the end. Killing Cups once and for all, recording his story as one of grief-

And sparing what little remained of Mr Mirrors, leaving it free to roam Parabola as it sees fit.

Some of them, he can explain. Others, he's still left to feel... discontent.

Cups needed to die. That much was certain from the start. It was a tyrant, as all Masters are, and complicit in the bargaining and eventual destruction of four (potentially five) cities, as all Masters are. It was an obstacle. A murderer. A petty monster that felt no remorse even on its deathbed, and it went out of its way to ruin multiple lives just because it felt owed its own sick and twisted idea of revenge.

It killed his first love. It looked him in the eyes and he knew what it had done and he knew from the start it was going to die.

Perhaps, in the end, it knew too. And yet it still pleaded, and wanted to live, and-

It made a bargain.

A bargain Caeru didn't take.

Not because he didn't want to. Gods, he wanted to. He wanted it. He wanted it more than anything else in the world. To have Greylu back, to give him the gift of life, of love, to show him the wonders of the Neath and the beauty of the correspondence and all of the people Caeru has met and loved and found home with along the way-

But. He couldn't.

Because Cups was a monster. And no matter what, it deserved to die. And he could not, in good conscience, allow it to live.

Even if sparing it meant everything he's ever wanted.

So he's left here, now. With a bloodied traveling coat, and a bloodsoaked knife, and a favor finally fulfilled.

And nothing to live for. No resurrected lover, no charming visits to Helicon, no slow dances in the living room, no memories to rebuild and lives to live and he won't live again-

Nothing. All he has is a coat born of obligation, not to his love, but to people he's never even met. To lives he's never even touched. To a paramour, still alive, with hair of rose-pink, who doesn't even remember her own brother's existence.

Cups didn't die for Caeru's sake. Cups died for the sake of all who wanted it dead. For the revenger's court, and the ghost screaming in his ear, and the reckoning that will not be postponed indefinitely.

And Caeru, who acted as a tool to carry out their wills? Who all but betrayed his own lover, just to satisfy a cause he never knew existed?

All Caeru is left with, is regret. Regret-

-And grief.

[gothsuguru]

AHEM ! KAIRO ?

this little snippet has me soooo curious ! i don’t think i’ve ever read a kenjaku x reader fic , but a kenjaku! reader ???? unheard of to me, but it sounds so delish ! like i’m frothing at the mouth—your brain is *chefs kiss* 🙂‍↕️ (of course)

also ! i saw your tags gf. suguru suffering…yaaaayyy !! cheered ! love the angst, love the guilt, love the rage and complex feelings towards duty. you are WICKED. and TALENTED AND I AM JUMPING OFF THE WALLS WAITING TO READ THIS 🫠 and reader telling suguru to control himself…jjjgghj i am so eager to read this omgee. kairo you are one of my fav writers, and you will be the death of me / aff

LETTA I LOVE YOU SO MUCH DO YOU KNOW THAT… omfg it makes me giggle & kick my feet to hear you say that hehe <333 i love the idea of kenjaku taking over the body of suguru’s ex-non-sorcerer beloved who suguru himself killed with his own hands… the amount of guilt that would consume him when he realizes that kenjaku SOLIDIFIED your death would be insane . i have another wip that involves kenjaku and that one is about reader becoming one of suguru’s cannibalizing curses 🩷 something that also makes suguru throw up with regret and guilt and shame… suguru who can’t bear to look in the mirror after he realizes what he’s done my beloved <3

AND OMG YES THE COMPLEX FEELINGS TOWARDS DUTY!!!!! he can believe in his cause all he wants but i think realizing the extent of his chaos & violence & how he truly and honestly knew he wouldn’t be able to rid the world of non-sorcerers but rid his OWN world of it kinda haunts him. at the end i think he’s like… why the fuck did i doom the person i claimed to love and now myself… AND HEHE KENJAKU!READER TELLING HIM TO CONTROL HIMSELF AFTER HE THROWS UP EVERYWHERE IS MY FAVORITE… he sees a look of disgust/callousness in your hardened eyes that he’s never seen before and it’s all his fault it’s just VERY delicious to think about for me :3

ALSO HELLO??? YOU ARE THE MOST KINDEST PERSON EVER did you know wicked is one of my favorite words i love being called wicked :> AND TALENTED??? baby that’s YOU 🫵🏼 also don’t make me cry sniffles and hiccup… don’t say i’m one of your favorite writers unless you’re ready 2 wipe my tears… YOU’RE ONE OF MY FAVORITE WRITERS TOO AND I HOPE YOU KNOW THE SUGURU REGENCY KINK FIC WILL CHANGE MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY I’M SO HYPED 🙂‍↕️🩷

[elisaenglish]

By the Ache of Our Sprawling Habitations

“Beautiful, sobbing, high-geared fucking and then to lie silently like deer tracks in the freshly-fallen snow beside the one             you love. That’s all.”

-Richard Brautigan, Deer Tracks-

That slow rock of a mounting phantasmagoric ride, death by differentials binds the lightning—oh and God, your eyes that style us into sleep...

[asleepinawell]

wait they nerfed knifegate???

[oreocoffee]

You have to learn about who a person is before imagining a whole life with them or romanticizing them OR imagining them into a person YOU want.

[loderlied]

i need you all to know that the main reason (besides a general hunger for attention) niles even accepts aldori’s call is because he got caught stealing his student’s work and passing it off as his own and his reputation as a teacher was obviously ruined. lmao

[sylustra]

Sylus saying "...don't run" to MC when they're finally being openly honest about their desire for one another and their trust and shared spaces.

[appleblueberry-pie]

Hey. So, because life moves on and people continuously change every single second of their lives, I have made the temporary decision to change what I wanna write about.

It's not that I want to completely stop writing about jujutsu kaisen and spiderman across the spider verse. I just...there's other things I like as well and want to pour my love into.

If u ever miss me writing about these guys, remember I have so fucking many links in my pinned post for everything I've written about them. I just reached my 100th jjk post not too long ago, so I know you're well fed. I want to write more about aot because it deserves love and I also hope that SOMEWHERE......there are still Abby Anderson lovers that are starving....and need food for me to give them. Becuase I will cook. I'm a writing Veteran with a capital V and I will serve as needed bro.

Seriously I need new content.

Also I will answer the last pieces of asks in my uh inbox. I will like rn

[gingerbreadmonsters]

its so important to me that you know how much ive already cried over this wip and its literally only been two days

[elisaenglish]

Do it, just do it—we were made for flame...

[lesbianpegbar]

the opening lines of how when you leave there's a misunderstanding where you think you're finally completely free and have left it all behind and are completely cut off from these people and that place dragged me out back and shot me point blank. multiple times.

[llycaons]

tgcf art is fun bc xl generally looks really nice and hc generally looks really mean. they just. complement each other lol. that's true love

[maretriarch]

female separatism is a fake meme opinion to have and not one anyone is actually doing, considering, or feeling. it exists only as a snarky one sentence comment to leave on political tiktoks.

[greghatecrimes]

Your bio says “CEO of Autistic Thirteen” but I personally believe Pioneer to be a more accurate title. Love your page<3

Anon, I read this when I was very sleepy last night and it genuinely brought me to the verge of happy tears. Thank you❤️

[fiona-fififi]

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