#( double face | camus )

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

Paralympic x Olympic couple! ❤️

Do you recognise this face?

Hunter Woodhall and Tara Davis-Woodhall are Paris' golden couple 🥇��

Paralympic track sprinter Hunter Woodhall is married to Olympic long jumper Tara Davis-Woodhall. Tara won Olympic gold in the women's long jump in August, and tonight her husband Hunter won Paralympic gold in the men's 400m T62!** and Tara was cheering on Hunter in the stadium.

**T62 Athletes with a double leg below the knee amputation who run with prostheses.

#Olympics #Paralympics #Paris2024 #couple #HunterWoodhall #TaraDavis-Woodhall Photos by Thibault Camus/@apimages and Patrick Smith/Getty Images #theathletichq @_taarr @hunterwoodhall #paraathletics #TeamUsa

Posted 6th September 2024

[coriphallus]

I have this long shrios fic w pegging and double dicks and eating face in public and late night talks about Sartre and Proudhon and Rousseau and Camus that contextualises my horny drawings no one will ever get to read

[embodies]

meta list.

just some notes for my own safekeeping of metas i need to transfer over from characters' original blogs! i'll compile these all in a page somewhere for people to access should they wish to see notes of my specific portrayal of any of my characters ( or even for me just to refer to when relevant ) so nothing to see here for now except a sneak peek!

jesse pinkman.

jesse + confrontation ( in the face of it, responding to criticism, and in particular his relationship with physical violence )

jesse + the dog / moral compass motifs ( the symbolism of his being a counterpart to walt, his values and how they make him the perfect manipulator's target )

jesse + learning ( how he learns, the overlooked intellect, his borderline regression to childhood oftentimes and how that manifests as an eagerness for knowledge )

jesse + empathy ( his intuitive gravitation to protect children, look for the good in people, valuing the emotional over the monetary )

jesse + dependence ( the dual meaning of dependence on a person / society vs. the very literal addiction to drugs he faces often throughout the show, the idea that jesse is a leader that believes he's a follower )

bellamy blake.

the necessity of co - leading ( bellamy as the heart and clarke as the brain, their inability to rationalise unless as a unit and the damage falloff that comes with such )

bellamy + existentialism ( works such as albert camus and samuel beckett, the influences of the theatre of the absurd in the world of the 100

bellamy + body politics ( his body as a tool, telling of his self perception and the overview racism and classism has had on him )

bellamy + touch ( as a love language, a manipulation tool, a restraint, a communication piece : its impact vs. the verbal equivalent )

the conditioning of the big brother ( eradicating the role of the knight but more of the brainwashed older sibling with sole purpose, how that affects his behaviours and reactions )

bellamy + solitude ( the duality of finding peace in it, and fearing it / abandonment issues of the older brother vs. the selfishness of having something for himself )

greek mythos influences ( in particular atlas, the odyssey and the sword of damocles )

mike munroe.

the subversion of the jock & class clown archetypes and the plot points that reveal such ( jess chase scene and wolfie encounter as pivotal moments )

mike as the sole survivor and his post - game journey

mike's interpersonal relationships with each of the others ( including hannah & beth )

mike's relationship with conflict ( how that manifests into what others can only interpret with annoyance )

rework of the creatures!

elizabeth march.

the countess and love ( what she believes it to be, whether she's capable of romantic love, her obsession with the heartbreaks and where that originates )

the countess' fashion ( the duality of old hollywood with a modern twist, vintage and contemporary, what this reflects of her as a person )

the countess' abilities ( in particular her tasting of emotions not as a metaphor but a very literal quality, being so emotionally encapsulated she has a sensory relationship with feelings )

the countess + media ( how art, music, film, etc. all encompass her and tie in with her grand delusions )

the countess + antithesis ( we have two selves quote, how this manifests in my writing in particular )

vanasha.

vanasha + deception ( as a second skin, feminine wiles, forever destined to be a double agent )

richie tozier.

richie & observance ( the literal representation of the glasses, his abstract perception of the world, memory as photographic, echoic, and iconic

richie as the man of the thousand voices ( eradication of the novel's racist impressions, the development of them as a quirk to a tic to an ingrained trait )

richie + adhd ( the trashmouth, the yo-yo as a fidget toy, his crudeness manifesting as an unwarranted idolisation of his father to neutralise the demeaning )

alec lightwood.

alec + touch ( his aversion and yet complete reliance on it, touch starved but also rejecting of such )

alec + autism ( how this manifests in social situations especially, his view on others, the link to his queerness )

alec's bow ( the significance of it beyond a weapon, both to us as the media consumers and to him as its owner )

[buzzdixonwriter]

Speedbump [FICTOID]

Speedbump spent the morning in his usual manner, sitting on the bottom step of the stairs leading up to the second level of cells in the block.  He sat with his back against the wall, his legs stretched out, raised slightly at the knees to balance his book on them.

Today’s reading was Albert Camus’ The Stranger. Speedbump checked it out at least 17 times from the prison library and usually read it through at least twice, maybe three times while sitting at the foot of the stairs.

A young cocky con, someone reputed to be connected on the outside, stepped up to Speedbump. “Yo, pops. Let me by. Gotta see the big man.“

Speedbump took his casual insolence with equanimity. In time the young con, if he was smart, would recognize what a vital contribution Speedbump played with making sure the system — the real system, not the phony one of the guards — ran smoothly.

Right now, however, Speedbump, made a practice show of sighing and groaning, and gradually pulling himself erect to get out of the way of whoever requested passage. 

This pantomime lasted 30 to 40 seconds, plenty of time for the two idlers chatting at the top of the stairs — lookouts actually — the chance to pass a heads up down the length of the tier to the big man’s cell. 

Depending on who wanted it up, the reaction could vary from weary caution to a full force with cons, passing in and out of their cells, delaying whoever came up even further.

This could delay a surprise inspection for up to 3 1/2 minutes, enough time for the big man and his crew to hide whatever it was they weren’t supposed to be doing. 

What did Speedbump get from this?  Peace. Security.  The ability to shower without fear of being shanked. The freedom to spend his day sitting on the step unmolested, reading. 

Nothing in terms of cold hard cash or its prison equivalent, packs of ramen; everything in terms of peace of mind. 

The young con trotted up the stairs, allowing Speedbump to return to his favorite position and pursuit. 

He just reached the part where Meursault pumps five rounds into the Arab when he heard loud yelling from the upper tier. 

Speedbump didn’t look.  He focused on his book, knowing from decades behind bars that it was always best not to know. 

He heard a scream then the sodden thud of a body falling head first from the upper tier landing. 

The tac team arrived five minutes later, kevlar clad knights intent on finding out who did what to whom. 

“Get out of the way!’ their leader barked. 

Speedbump took extra time getting up, exaggerating but not faking the aches and pains he really felt. The tac team leader yanked him out of the way as soon as he staggered erect. Speedbump wondered if he should fake a fall and decided against it at his age fake could become reality in an eye blink.

Shove aside as the tac team stormed the stairs, Speedbump, saw the twisted, bloody lump that used to be the young con laying crumpled on the cold concrete floor. 

Fifteen minutes later, the tac team brought the big man and his crew down. From the smirk on the big man’s face, Speedbump knew the fix was in:  He and his crew would spend a day or two in the hole, it would be an official inquiry, and then…nothing.

The tac leader moved away from his team and stepped up to Speedbump. “You saw this. What happened?“

“I didn’t see nothing,” said Speedbump, speaking truth elliptically through double negatives.

“You know this guy?“ the tac leader said, nodding towards the rapidly cooling corpse.

“Nope. Never saw him before,“ said Speedbump, a serviceable enough lie, for who can truly say what another has seen?  

“Guys like that don’t just kill themselves by jumping off the second tier,“ said the tac leader.  

“I dunno,” said Speedbump.  “He looked awfully depressed.”

 © Buzz Dixon

[stateofsport211]

Pau Ch R1: Titouan Droguet def. Kyle Edmund [WC] 6-2, 6-2 Match Stats

📸 ATP official website

K. Edmund might have tried to set the tone earlier in the first set through his forehand, but T. Droguet eventually adapted quicker, thus leaving the former out-paced while trying to construct his points. Furthermore, he also had his chances earlier in this match through his passes, but as soon as T. Droguet adjusted to the rhythm, the possibility of being overwhelmed from the baseline increased. This could also be a note to make necessary adjustments, considering how the game changed today, thus resulting in K. Edmund's inability to convert any of his break points compared to T. Droguet's 80% break point conversion rate with 5 opportunities to break, especially thanks to his control assertion throughout the match.

On the ofher hand, T. Droguet had a solid showing on serve. Firing 4 aces than K. Edmund's 1, T. Droguet still managed to win 7% more points from his first serves than K. Edmund with a 82% winning percentage. However, K. Edmund turned out to have problematic second serves, taking into account his 4 double faults that faded his second serve winning percentage to 26% as a result to those rushed follow-ups due to being out-paced as aforementioned.

T. Droguet will then face the winner between wild card Charlie Camus or fifth seed Quentin Halys, the former who moved from Australia to pursue a better tennis career and the latter who still tried to rediscover his form after being knocked out of the Top 100 several moments ago. This could be interesting to see how Charlie's potential can keep up with Halys' pacing, one of those to watch in one of the all-French derbies for today. Should be a fun clash!

[tabernaclehearts]

Heart Breeze 1

i can only hope that i get a fraction of what they have. blooming in the morning by spool, i listen to it in the car with my earbuds in. spotify stalking is so fun lol. good night station by yogee new waves.

this guy i met once is listening to film scores, and i think it was a nice day when we met. we got coffee at a "non-profit specialty coffee shop", and as much as i loved the atmosphere and the people there, they make a real shit coffee—no amount of milk or sweetener could save it. but we sat out on the patio after he offered to cover my coffee (i said no lol), and i remember looking at the shadows of the tree leaves on the table. sweetgum as always, and the sunspots washed over our heads in a wave-like fashion, still green from summer.

it's one of those things where i reach out over instagram dm's because i find a person interesting. he's a lover of film and a reader, so of course i had to see what he had in that mind palace of his. we talked for two hours on things like fragrances, good reads, the places we came from (he's an international student from china, and i had just recently come back to the states from korea), small things that brighten our days, and what makes a drink taste yummy. he swears by oat milk and i tell him that i can't stand it.

his accent is kinda thick so it's hard to understand him sometimes, but our facial expressions and hand movements make up for the gaps in communication. honestly, the accent hardly got in the way because we were already on the same wavelength regarding music genres (queue a long conversation on japanese shoegaze and jazz) and writing (i talk about my creative process and current project, and he writes notes in a small red notebook).

a cool little secret in the english department is that there's a "secret free library" that opens every semester, where professors toss out their old books onto shelves and english majors rummage through them like hungry mice. i had gone a day prior, pocketing seven books (the inferno, sputnik sweetheart, essays on camus) and the norton's double feature on shakespearean plays. i'm a greedy bitch, but a reader's a reader—of course i had to show it to him. and it felt kinda cool to be honest, running around campus with someone i had just met, gushing over ezra pound's cantos and the sfmoma's 2010 catalogue of "current exhibitions". familiar with the format, i picked up a book and sat on the sexy, glossy blue leather sofa as he stood in the same corner of the library for a half-hour, rooted to the floor as he observed the titles.

i love seeing people focused on the things they love. shit like that makes me feel fucking amazing and inspired. i end up meeting two people at the library who later become familiar faces in class, and i realize that i don't even know the name of the guy i brought to the library. i introduce him as the name on his instagram and he corrects me (nicely), by saying that he prefers going by (blank). lol oops. but yeah, that was really swag.

we leave the library after another two hours, and as we leave, he sighs with a smile and says, "that's so amazing, is it okay if i come back?" i almost feel like being mean and joking, "nooooo it's only for english majors," but the pure notion of asking for knowledge or asking for access to literature is something i can never decline, joke or no joke. i nod like a bobble-head. of fucking course, man. if anyone asks, just say you're in the department.

we hit another coffee shop (one that he recommends), and we take the long way there, trekking through the stream and commenting on the trees on campus. i point out a few plants: magnolia, lily of the valley, cherry blossom. i find us standing in front of blue bottle and i don't have the heart to say that i think their coffee sucks—he was too excited—and this time, i lose the battle and he pays for both drinks. i get a hojicha latte because the double-caffeine might kill me. he's beaming as he says it's payback for the books, gesturing at the literal stack of novels that sit on the countertop. lol, i let it slide even though i really didn't do anything special.

he says that he likes the recent music snippet i put on my story, meantime by fisherman ft. jiwoo, and recommends another band called fishmans, a japanese reggae dub group formed in the 1980's. whenever i listen to "daydream" and "long season", i thank him internally. we part ways, and that's the first (and last) time i officially hang out with him.

we see each other a few times on campus after that, we smile and wave. maybe have a thirty-second conversation just to catch up. i ask him how his girlfriend's doing. "good," he says. "how's angel dwellings?" to that, i say, "it's going slowly but smoothly." and we depart again. life is real cool like this, i think. to have a really satisfying, fun day with someone new, and to leave it as it is. whether it's a friendly hangout or a date, i think shit like this is so fun and i hope to do more stuff like this again.

[live-emotion]

ACTUALLY you know what, I'd love to see for Sacred Pairs, Illusionist, and especially Hug Song! They were already great in Starish Tours, but it would be so lovely to see them in Live Emotion! They all feel like they have great potential for choreo and character interaction.

Double Face could also have some really cool choreography and camera angles making it seem as if there are two Camus.

Really any song that has a strong narrative, visual concept, or focus on character dynamics will be really exciting. Setsugetsuka, Bloody Shadows, Fiction, etc.

If every single song gets a dance MV, and especially a dance MV that is always the same (excepting interchangeable outfits) and limited to the characters that performed the song, I wonder how they would handle Orpheus, Canon, Shine, and Tempest. Having Tokiya singing them might feel out of place depending on how they'd be presented. Similar issues arise with Seiten Oha-Yahho, but less so.

Lots of questions on how it will approach things!

What songs are you most looking forward to playing in Live Emotion?

A particular dance MV, a new song that was never in Shining Live, an old favourite Shining Live beatmap, or just a favourite Utapri song.

Personally I'm really curious about the new songs we never got in Shining Live, but Lycoris no Mori and Go x2 Jet Coaster were always favourite beatmaps of mine in Shining Live, so I'm really curious how they'll play in Live Emotion!

[snazzystarlight]

I’ve never been so excited for a commission. This is “Double Face” by my sweet boy Camus, as I see it because of synesthesia, which causes me to see music visually. I love this song so much! The man does a duet with himself and it slaps!

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[amslife]

MOOD: Double face.

Tomoaki Maeno

[masatos-wig]

CONGRATS TO EVERYONE WHO TIERED FOR THE HAWAIIAN DADS!!

im gonna ice my thumbs then take a nap so i can wake up to a reiji gacha and 0 prisms

[bevorzug-t]

tag dump.

[cryxtaltime]

Tag Dump - Galleries

we are ( starish ) just say ( quartet night ) yes call ( heavens )

seiten ohayahho ( hayato ) be the light ( mirror ) my princess ( haruka ) roulette rival ( otoya ) koi sakura ( masato ) green ambition ( cecil ) grown empathy ( natsuki ) passionate serenade ( ren ) chivalrous spirit ( syo )

troublesome guy ( reiji ) winter blossom ( ai ) wild soul ( ranmaru ) double face ( camus )

next door ( eiichi ) ( nagi ) ( kira ) dreamer ( eiichi ) ( yamato ) visible elf ( shion ) ( van )

[sweetdarkselfishness]

Call me gumin 😂 I'm your ojou sama 💙

[mackjlee9]

Kamui x Top!Male!Reader x Kamu [Lime]

Warning; non-con somnophilia? (you're just pretending to be asleep), double blowjob, deepthroat. Minors spoilers for Kamu's affection story.

(Kamui could either be Bastion or Tenebrion) (100% percent recommend this game, and I know is 'Camu' in the game, but I like 'Kamu' more)

Masterlist.

Game; Punishing Gray Raven

Ever since he arrived at Babylonia and has been assigned under Gray Raven's Commandant he has been annoyed. He constantly avoided talking to any of the other constructs, while others out of the Gray Raven squad looked at him with a glare or disgust in their eyes, however, after coming to terms with Kamui, the blond had been going to his room every night to talk about whatever he could come up with, so at least someone didn't avoid him.

Despite having a disinterested expression on his face, Kamui knew that Kamu was listening to him and that made him happy, a bright smile showing up on his face every time he left the purple-eyed male.

Reluctantly, he got to know better the Commandant he was assigned to every time they met. Whether it was because they were training to control his power through the remote-control M.I.N.D connection and not hurt the Commandant, or because he invited him out to eat. Slowly but surely, like an abandoned puppy, Kamu started growing fond of the other male, calling him by his name or another nickname he could up with, enjoying the sight of his annoyed expression whenever Kamu called him 'idiot' or 'gross'.

Eventually, he did start calling him (M/n), or Commandant like the rest did. They were getting closer and he couldn't stop remembering the warm touch of his hand on him. Despite being made out of metal, his body, somehow, was able to feel (M/n)'s warmth, and that made his body react with the feeling of his blood rushing and his heart thumping, just like when he was training or in battle.

He wondered how everything would've turned out without the Pushing Virus, but the chance of not being able to meet his Commandant left him with a sour feeling in the depth of his mind.

And because of that, hearing Kamui blabbering about whatever Kamui was blabbering about, he couldn't hold it anymore, he had to talk to someone about it. Ever since they came back from a mission he hasn't been able to shake that feeling off, seeing how the rest of Gray Raven was so attached to their Commandant... it bothered him, greatly. They were all over him even after he called a small break and just sat there, resting his tired human body and from the M.I.N.D. connection.

"Kamui," the blond immediately stopped talking, looking at the transcendant in front of him. "Have you ever felt... annoyed about seeing the rest... so close to Commandant (M/n)?"

Kamui stayed silent, making Kamu look up from his hands, making eye contact with him. Purple eyes staring into green ones and vice-versa. Kamui was quietly analyzing Kamu's words, realizing how similar they were to each other.

With a deep breath, Kamui showed a gentle smile towards the silver-haired male, "So, you're in love with the Commandant too?" Kamu flinched at the blond's words and stared at him surprised, he opened his mouth to refuse what he said, but he couldn't.

"Is not like I intended to, he's just..."

"So nice, right?" Kamui said along with Kamu, his usual bright smile plastered on his face, "Commandant really brings the cute side out of everyone," he added, making the other male frown at being called 'cute', even so, talking about the Commandant made him crave (M/n)'s warm touch.

He remembered his words, telling him that he'll be able to feel his warmth whenever he wanted. They resonated in his mind, craving it more than he ever thought he could crave something.

Kamu started thinking about going to the Commandant's room, when he realized a small detail that he almost overlooked. His purple eyes stared at Kamui, who still had a big smile on his face.

"Too? You like (M/n) too, Kamui?" And despite being made out of metal they still had some human functions and reactions, that's why Kamui felt his face as if it was on fire, knowing he had a blush painting his cheeks.

He crossed his arms over his chest, and had a small pout on his lips, he looked like a little kid, "What if I do like him too?" He mumbled in a flustered tone, his green eyes glancing away from Kamu, who snorted as he thought of a little plan.

He stood up from his bed and held Kamui's wrist, dragging him to the door. "Come with me."

///////

Standing outside of (M/n)'s room, both males checked around the halls, making sure nobody would see them, thankfully, everyone seemed to be asleep currently.

"Let's go," Kamu whispered as he slid the door open, letting Kamui walk in first before closing the door behind them.

The blond felt a little nervous about sneaking into their Commandant's room, and when he looked at Kamu he wondered how he was so calm. "Now what?"

Kamu looked at him and a smirk tugged on his lips.

"Now we're gonna have fun," the blond stared at the silver-haired male as he walked towards (M/n)'s bed, where he was sleeping, and now they were gonna disrupt his peaceful slumber!

"Kamu, I don't think we should-" he was interrupted by a soft moan coming from the sleeping male, and just now he realized that Kamu had climbed onto his bed, placed himself between his legs, and had been touching his member over his pants.

"You can leave if you want, Kamui, but I'm gonna have a taste of Commandant," he said glancing over his shoulder at the blond before turning back toward (M/n). He noticed how the sleeping man was getting an erection, so he pulled his pants and underwear down, licking his lips as he held his warm cock in his hand.

Kamui gulped as he saw how Kamu stroked (M/n)'s cock, the sensation of shivers down his spine with every moan and groan their Commandant let out. This was wrong, they shouldn't be here, but his body wasn't responding to him.

It moved on its own, climbing on the bed with Kamu and watching how his tongue swirled around the tip of (M/n)'s cock, whose breathing was turning heavier by the second.

Kamu glanced at Kamui and he started dragging his tongue down the side as if inviting the blond to use his tongue too. He leaned down closer and stuck his tongue out, experimentally he licked up slowly, he didn't have a sense of taste, none of the constructs had, however, he felt a sweet taste in his mouth, and a soft whimper left him whenever he caught some pre-cum on his tongue.

Kamu smirked as he looked at Kamui's satisfied expression, their tongues going up and down at different paces, occasionally they graced each other's tongue and that feeling made them moan.

At one point, they noticed (M/n)'s cock twitching, so Kamu made the blond back away for a bit, making him whine.

"Wait, let's not get him to cum yet, I want this to last longer," and so they did, they teased (M/n) so much to the point his hips would thrust up for more friction, but both would just back away and stare at the way his thighs trembled and how his hands gripped onto the bedsheets.

Even if they were enjoying edging and teasing (M/n)'s painfully erect cock, said male was getting mad at them. They were the ones that came into his room and started touching him -well, Kamu was the first one- but now... he wanted to cum, so badly.

Without being able to hold on anymore, he opened his eyes and looked down, both had their eyes closed, their moans and whines sending vibrations through his cock, something that made him grit his teeth.

He felt another orgasm coming, his hips thrusting up unconsciously, but then again, they stopped. And he had enough.

(M/n) reached his hand down and gripped Kamu's silver locks, pushing him down to make him take his entire cock down his throat.

Kamui stared surprised at their Commandant, before shifting his green eyes toward his dark look-alike. Kamu had his eyes open, staring up at (M/n) who had his jaw clenched, grunts resonating within his chest at the feeling of Kamu's throat around his cock.

The blond realized that Kamu was enjoying being used, moans sending vibrations all over (M/n)'s dick, his hands gripped tightly onto the messy bedsheets, he had no gag reflex and it was very clear he liked it, which made Kamui whine, reaching to hold the Commandant's wrist.

"I-I... want too~" (M/n) glanced at Kamui, lifting his free hand to stroke the blond's face, who leaned onto his hand, loving the gesture of affection he received.

"Wait like a good boy, Kamui, you'll get your turn soon..." he muttered, pulling on Kamu's hair and thrusting his hips up. (M/n) was getting so close to cumming, and the way the transcendant stared at him made him choke on a moan as he tiled his head back, his cum spurting out his slit, down Kamu's throat.

He took deep breaths as he pushed the silver-haired male away, and Kamu was left with his mouth open, cum dripping down his chin and tongue, catching his breath and his body trembling.

"Kamui... come on," the blond stared at (M/n) as he held his still erect cock in his hand, guiding him closer with the hand still on his face.

The blond opened his mouth and slowly started taking every single inch in his mouth, Kamui didn't have a gag reflex either, but he felt as if he was choking on it.

"Slow, don't force it... do it slowly," he heard (M/n) whisper at him, and he took a deep breath through his nose, bobbing his head up and down, increasing his speed with every move. His green eyes started gathering tears, soon dripping down his cheeks as he whimpered at the feeling of (M/n)'s cock down his throat. He almost wanted this moment to last forever.

However, (M/n) had almost dumped all his cum, he felt like he had blue balls while he was being edged a few minutes ago, and most of it was now in Kamu's mouth, his dick was sensitive and he was about to cum already, so he wasn't going to last much longer.

Kamui felt (M/n)'s hands touching the horn on the right side of his forehead, his touch was soft and gentle, before his fingers gripped it tightly, pushing his throbbing cock all the way down his throat, emptying himself in his mouth.

(M/n) gently pushed Kamui away, staring at the lovesick expression he had in his eyes, shining bright with the unspilled tears. Both males had cum in their mouths, dripping down, their eyes bright as they stared at him.

"You better have a good explanation about this, but now, let's just sleep," both swallowed the warm cum swirling on their tongues, and watched as their Commandant fixed his clothes and laid down his bed, "Come here, we have a lot of stuff to do in the morning."

[pgrdorms]

loved your summer time hcs! how about a headcanon of them having a vacation by the beach and they see commandant wearing a cute swimsuit for the first time?

wth its like you read my mind I was going to do a beach fic later LOL. Also i want to go beach so bad :'))

an au where nothing is fucked up, beaches are good and Roland gets along with everyone. I'm splitting this into small episodes of each part of the day.

Beach episode 1 ~getting there

SFW | the bois (i am not bothered typing out all their names now) | Gn!Reader

Episode: 2,  3, 4

You all agreed to meet up early outside your house

Watanabe arrives with the 8 seater van first, already having packed it with the beach umbrella, volleyball equipment and other beach essentials.

Chrome arrives later dragging a tired Kamui and Wanshi by the collar, apologising for being late

Camu will come with snacks for the road trip

Lee shows up not much later with frozen meat, vegetables and other foods for the BBQ

You all pack your belongings into the van, waiting for Roland to show up

Chrome is texting him frantically asking when he's arriving

Chrome: Hey when are you arriving?

Roland:

seen

Chrome: ???

Roland is the most latest of all, arriving 45 minutes later than the agreed time with bottles and packs of alcohol.

"Dammit Roland you couldn't just tell us when you were getting here?"

"What can I say I'm a rascal."

Once you've packed up everything everyone hops into the van

Watanabe is the driver

Chrome rides shotgun because he has the map

Kamui and Camu sit in the middle row with you in between them

Wanshi, Lee and Roland sit at the back, they all played rock paper scissors, loser takes the middle seat (poor Lee)

It's rowdy the whole way, Watanabe yelling at Camu and Roland to pipe down and put on the seatbelts

Chrome telling Watanabe to watch the road and where to turn

Roland's being a rascal and making banter with you, Roland leaning over to talk to you

Camu also talks to you while snacking down on chips noisily

Kamui is enjoying the view and taking pictures and then showing you excitedly

Wanshi has his noise cancelling headphones on and is just sleeping

Lee is trying to yell over the noise to tell Chrome he's going the wrong way, but you remind him that his sense of direction is terrible

After what felt like hours in a circus the van pulls up to the beach house that faces the sands and ocean.

Everyone but Wanshi helps unload the van, he's already run inside the house to reserve the first bed, which happened to be the only king sized bed in the house

All the guys complain how unfair it is so they all draw straws to see what rooms they get

You end up with the king bed (lucky)

Lee ends up sharing the bunk bed with Kamui (he tries to swap with someone but nobody wants to sleep with the snoring monster)

Wanshi draws the straw for the double bed, sharing the room with Chrome who sleeps on a single bed

Roland tried to sneak into your room but Watanabe drags him back out into their shared room of 2 single beds

Camu is lucky and has his own double bed and room

After dealing with the sleeping arrangements you all prepare for a nice swim at the beach

And so begins your fun vacation

Tagged : @asoundofdrop

[straykidsnerd255]

Can I request a Head-canons of Aphrodite, Mu, Saga, Camus, Milo and Shaka being a super hyper mega powerful wizard? Kind of like Malleus Draconia from Twisted Wonderland 🙏

Hope this is what you wanted and I hope that you like it! <3

Aphrodite:

You don’t use cosmos?

How are you so powerful then?

Demands, in the nicest way possible because he doesn’t want to die yet, that you show off your abilities.

You are harness the power of nature and Aphrodite finds that beautiful

He is simply in love with how you can make the most beautiful of roses grow right next to him.

Mu:

Finds your amount of power amazing.

Will ask if you can help get armor fixed when they are brought to him broken.

Doesn’t take you time at all. You hold your hand out, mutter a few wounds and the cloth is fixed and stronger than ever.

You try to show Mu everything you know but some things just don’t stick when he tries it out for the first time.

He will just sit and watch you work your magic like it was just something that was weaving through your blood.

Saga:

Is so invested in your ability that when you are fighting, you have to double task and make sure that the enemy you are holding back doesn’t get through and to heal you boyfriend at the same time.

“Saga, for the love of Athena, please stop running into trouble!” You hissed as you healed his wounds.

Saga would just roll his eyes and shake his head like a child.

However, with the tears that were threatening to fall down your face as you healed your very bruised and beaten boyfriend, he knew that he needed to dial back on how much he tried to get you to use your abilities.

He would see that it would drain you after using your abilities for too long even if you were extremely powerful. He would help you to your room and make sure that you had everything you needed.

Gentle and kind when you are tired from using your magic too much.

Camus:

Would watch you hone your skills as you tried to become stronger.

Your power was not based on your cosmos like his was, yours was based on your physical limitations and how much energy you had. 

He would watch you sit in freezing cold temperatures and try to start a fire with your magic.

Or you could sit in a desert that was so hot and have water to spare. 

He would watch you create balls of energy and watch as it fluttered by him before popping.

Milo:

Fighting with you at his side always made the enemy quake in their boots. 

You two were the strongest on the team and made sure everyone on the opposite side knew of this. 

Milo had hated you the first time you both had met because your magic came from something completely different from what he was used too.

When he got to know you, he was surprised at how strong you actually were.

He decided to have a mock duel with you which ended with him losing 24 wins to you and none for him.

He was smart to team up with you before Hades showed. You both rocked the battle and turned it to Athena’s favor.

Shaka:

He definitely saw that you were much more powerful.

Shaka was impressed with how much stronger your magic was compared to their cosmos. 

However, he would admire your fighting when battles ran through the town. 

He would open his eyes just in time to see you do something that none of them could ever hope of doing.

You combined every element known and used it to force Hades and his specters back. It worked and it had all the saints sighing in gratitude.