#Yes i think Poseidon should have had the last laugh

[helpami-flaffy]

EPIC THE MUSICAL OPINIONS, VERY OPINIONS, VERY MINE.

IF YOU DON'T WANT SOME NEGATIVITY DON'T READ. THIS IS NOT PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE I SWEAR.

MOSTLY COMPILED AT NIGHT, SOME REVISION.

PLEASE DO NOT COME AT ME.

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After this saga I'm left kind of perplexed about epic.

What is epic trying to say here? What's the musical's stance on ruthlessness?

Because it isn't very clear to me anymore.

Is it bad? Is it good and just? Is it a necessary evil? Is it worth becoming something monstrous just to achieve your goals?

The thing I'm trying to say is:

Is epic a tragedy or a triumph?

Until the vengeance saga I thought it was the former, but now I'm not so sure.

Throughout the story Odysseus takes desicions that either side with what I'll call the 'open arm mentality' or the 'ruthless' mentality.

He gets punished for both a number of times.

He kills Astianax so he doesn't have to fear his future vengeance.

He spares Polyphemus and that leads to 558 men dying.

He appeals to Circe's humanity and that leads her to freeing his men and helping him get to the underworld.

He sacrificed 6 men to Scylla and that leads to 'mutiny' and 'thunder bringer' where the rest of his crew dies and he ends up in calypso's island where she imprisoned him for 7 years.

First act of ruthlessness= good outcome

First act of open arms= bad outcome

Second act of open arms= good outcome

Second act of ruthlessness= bad outcome

(I forgot to add the sirens, that encounter is kinda strange tho.  Ody kills all of them but I wouldn't call that ruthlessness. Ruthlessness is doing whatever needs doing to get what you want. He needed to know how to get home, and killing the sirens after doesn't matter in that context. I guess it's good for future sailors? I'll count this as an altruistic positive I guess)

This breakdown isn't perfect, lots of other things happen and some things Ody does can't really be neatly categorized by this simple metric imo, but I'll continue anyway as it feels to me the story breaks down his actions in a sort of similar dichotomy.

All in all the 'good to bad' ratio seems pretty balanced, right? It's not always ruthlessness that wins the day, and 'open arms' solutions don't always work out.

So why does it feel like we're supposed to root for ruthless Odysseus? Why does it feel like the story wants us to believe that being the monster is a good if 'somewhat sad' outcome?

Why am I saying this? Well, it's 600 strikes.

Actually just- all the vengeance saga.

Why is what Ody does here supposed to be cool and awesome? Because, like, that is absolutely the angle here.

Complete with a, honestly absurd, anime power up and fighting-god-one-on-one moment.

Why does the story break down it's logic,  breaks suspension of disbelief (at least for me), to get Odysseus into a position were he can torture Poseidon into letting him go?

Wich?? Btw should not work??

Why is this how he wins?

Why are the ghosts of his friends and family no longer spectres of regrets for but terrifying promises of death?

What does this say? Was Odysseus wrong about their sacrifice? Was regret ever only a noose around his neck? I'm looking too deeply into this one lol.

In 'get in the water' we even get the obligatory appeal to Poseidon's mercy just to hammer down once again that 'open arms' doesn't work, even tho it's Athena's appeal to her father's mercy that set Odysseus free in the first place.

The saga ends with Poseidon asking Odysseus how he'll sleep at night after all of this and Ody, in admittedly the coldest line ever written on paper, says:

"Next to my wife"

...

This is cool.

Extremely cool even.

But that's kind of the problem I have with it.

The song ends in a badass way. This is meant to be the final zing to seal Odysseus' cool ass victory.

And in all of this, not once, does the story seem to recognize that...well...

Poseidon won.

Hell not even Poseidon recognized it!

I'm not even saying "OoOh if it was realistic Poseidon would have have won!" (Tho yeah, ask me about that, lol)

In the great ideological battle that's at the center of Epic: the musical, Poseidon was the ultimate victor.

Ruthless is what wins at the end, it's what gets Odysseus home. Odysseus might be a monster but he's a victorious one.

I feel people and the musical both don't really acknowledge that.

That even if Poseidon lost the battle he ultimately won the war.

Were is the irony? Where's the bitterness and sorrow? We're Poseidon's bloodied, mocking smirk revelling in his victory?

Is Epic a tragedy or a power fantasy?

[xoxochb]

⋆·˚ ༘ * please, please, please

warnings: set during that one scene from ttc, reader is a minor goddess of music/singing (to fit the sabrina carpenter vibe ykwim?), a bunch of quotes are not mine they are direct from the book so credits to uncle rick!! there’s also a lorelai gilmore reference at the end

pairing: apollo x goddess! daughter of aphrodite and ares

“absolutely not”

you give the sun god a look of pleading and he laughs at your desperation

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

you hit his head “yes you do”

“she’s my dear old sister-” apollo begins

“exactly. along with her hunters and others”

“I don’t see the problem”

“the problem is that you can’t control yourself”

“well when I’m around you…”

“oh my gods!” you hit him twice this time “this is what I’m talking about. you’re an idiot”

apollo ignores your comment and drives (??) the sun chariot to the snowy ground

“I beg you do not embarrass motherfucker” you warn

when you step out onto the wet grass and before you have the chance to greet everyone apollo speaks,

"little sister!" he calls "what's up? you never call. you never write. I was getting worried!"

artemis sighs "I'm fine, apollo. and I am not your little sister"

"hey, I was born first."

"we're twins! how many millennia do we have to argue?"

"so what's up?" he interrupted. "got the girls with you, I see. you all need some tips on archery?”

“I need a favor. I have some hunting to do, alone. I need you to take my companions to camp half-blood”

"sure, sis" he then raised his hands in a stop everything gesture “I feel a haiku coming”

the hunters groaned but nonetheless he held up a dramatic hand and began to speak,

‘green grass breaks through snow

artemis pleads for my help

I am so cool’

he grinned waiting for an applause

“last line was four syllables” you point out

apollo frowns "was it?"

"yes” artemis agrees “what about I am so big-headed?"

"no, no, that's six syllables” he starts to mutter to himself but you ignore it, you could be here for days

one of the hunters, zoe you recognized turned to the demigods and explained how apollo had been into haikus since he got back from japan, and said god interrupted her soon after

"I've got it!" he announced "I am so awesome. that's five syllables!" he bowed feeling pleased with himself

"and now, sis” he continues “transportation for the hunters, you say? good timing. I was just about ready to roll”

"these demigods will also need a ride," artemis points to them

"no problem!" apollo checked them out "let's see... thalia, right? I've heard all about you."

thalia blushes "hi, lord apollo"

‘isn’t that his sister?’ you think

"zeus's girl, yes? makes you my half sister. used to be a tree, didn't you? glad you're back. I hate it when pretty girls turn into trees. man, I remember one time-”

you cut him off with an elbow to his stomach, he winces in pain. a black haired demigod- with sea green eyes to differentiate him from the others, he must be poseidon’s- eyes you before asking,

��are you a goddess? how come I don’t recognize you?”

“minor goddess” you confirm “of music. my parents are ares and aphrodite, and unfortunately I am married to this idiot” you give apollo an angry look but he throws an arm around your shoulder

the daughter of zeus chokes on nearly nothing “married?!”

you nod “twelve years”

artemis speaks again “how she can put up with him is a mystery”

“well we should get going” apollo interrupts

“yes, I agree” you say and pull the sun god’s arm off of you, he frowns at the loss of contact

the hunters and demigods pack up their belongings and you pull apollo to the side, he prepares himself for whatever you’re going to say, which he’s sure will be a scolding because he ignored the one thing you asked of him

“listen-” he starts

“how about I talk you listen?” you cross your arms

this was going to be a long scolding…

[telvess]

Reader using pick-up lines on them

chaotic writing for the fun

Hades

“You should be arrested for stealing my heart!”

Pick-up lines, hmm? Alright, fine, but did you have to use the most pathetic, the cheesiest one? Hades is way too elegant for such a poor tasted attempt, he actually feels offended by your words.

Your first impression is horrible. Hades silently judges you. Of course, he is too classy to make any snarky comments, but you can tell by his cold, indifferent look that he has lost all interest in your company. At this point, he is more of a Poseidon than his brother himself.

If you aren’t the type of person who gives up easily and still tries to flirt… just stop. The best you can get from him would be „yes”, „no” or a nod of the head.

Buddha

“You see my friend over there? She want to know if you think I'm cute.”

Buddha stares at you for a long moment, then looks over your shoulder to check out your friend (who you obviously made up), then then returns to you. His expression is blunt, maybe slightly bored. Totally makes you lose the confidence you had a moment ago as you watch him lazily suck a lollipop and pierce you through with his unimpressed glare.

The worst he can say is „no”, right? Well, who would have thought that the enlightened mind of Buddha would prove otherwise. A drawn-out silence makes you uncomfortable and you start to squirm under his gaze, not ready for that unfazed attitude of his…

Once the confidence you felt approached him vanished and you are ready to leave as quickly as possible, Buddha begins to laugh historically. You jump up a little and stare at him confused. It takes him a while to calm down, but when he does, he looks at you seriously again and says „tell your friend I find ya cute” with the most annoying smirk in the entire universe.

Susanoo

“Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?”

Susanoo watches you with harsh expression, his eyebrows raising as your attitude doesn’t change. You just stand in front of him and wait for his answer. Kinda hot, he has to admit.

He is amused by this shitty attempt, but still has to admit that it takes some balls to say something so crappy to his face. You’re bold, stupid and definitely not in your right mind.

He would definitely address all of the above and then… respond to you with an even cheaper pickup line that he thinks sounds good. He is very proud of himself and oblivious to the point that it matches his intimidating aura.

Susanoo likes a person who isn’t concerned with what everyone think of them, but he is also a person who expects others to submit to his will, which makes him rather difficult person to flirt with, demanding from you to adapt to his confusing preferences.

Nikola

“If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put U and I together.”

BUAHAHAHAHA! HE WOULDN’T GET IT 100%!

He looks at you very confused at first, then he puts to work all of his braincells trying to figure out what you meant. Is this some kind of puzzle? Mystery? It’s clearly impressive, because he struggles to solve it!

Please, stop the brainstorming session before he starts writing his thought on the board and calls members of the science crew asking for the consultations.

After yours short explanation (which probably burnt your soul to the bones with embarrassment) Nikola nods, compliments your clever attempt and… continues what he was doing before this whole masquerade started, oblivious to the fact you just hit on him. So you just stand there and wait for something, but you last barely several dozen seconds before you run away to hide somewhere far, far away.

Much to your surprise, Nikola visits you the next day and invites you for coffee, bluntly.

Hermes

“Can I put my hand on your thigh, where it belongs?”

You sit next to him and get straight to the point. No hesitation, no shame in your eyes. Hermes’ eyes widen for a millisecond as the words leave your lips. Oh? Oh? Oh? He couldn’t help but let his lips stretch into a wide smile, trying to cover his mouth with his hand as a single chuckle escapes his lips.

When he pulls himself together, Hermes lets his playful nature take over. So you thought you were flirty? Hermes is too smart and too cunning to allow you triumph for long. Even if he isn’t interested, he will leave you with a dry mouth and wet panties. Hermes uses the tongue as smoothly as he uses the violin.

Apollo

“I'm sorry, were you talking to me?” He denies, “Well, would you like to?”

My, my, look at you! Approaching the Sun God just like this? Apollo is impressed. In fact, because of how intimidating he is, it's not often that others surprise him with such bravado. Usually they just treat him as something as intangible as the rays of the sun, bathing in his glory, praising him as a celestial being, not as a person. You - on the other hand - are a breath of fresh air.

Once the first shock wears off, his entire figure begins to glow and he gives you the most breathtaking smile you will ever see. From that point on, everything he does comes so naturally that it makes you lose yourself. After making great first impression, you end up like everyone else: Apollo wraps you around his little finger and before you know it, you just sit there and listen to his melodious voice as if you are bewitched. The man is too charming.

Poseidon

“Are you a magician? Because when I look at you, everyone else disappears.”

Peasant. Get out.

You aren’t clever. You aren’t brave. You aren’t impressive. The only person that will disappear is gonna be you, if you don’t remove yourself in the next 3 seconds.

Whoever didn’t stop you from approaching Poseidon like this, definitely doesn’t wish you well.

Kojirō

“Aren't you tired? From running through my mind all day?”

The man gives you surprised look, and moment later he presents you his widest smile. Sasaki has no clue what to say, so he just stands before you, rubbing his neck and blushing like teenage girl. He may stammers out a few words of thanks, but you really shouldn’t hope for more. Kojirō is simply not used to compliments, so even the simplest pick-up line can rock his world.

Please, ask him about swordsmanship, because it’s probably the only thing he can talk about while his brain fries in the skull.

Once Kojirō pulls himself together, he turns out to be exactly as carefree and friendly as you expected. The longer you two interact, the more open and less awkward he becomes.

Ares

“Do you have a name, or can I just call you 'mine'?”

Did you just? Huh???

Ares blinks a few times before his brain process information. He can’t believe you said something like that! Do you even know who you are talking to? He is Ares, the God of War! One of the twelve Gods of Olympus and son of Zeus! He deserves more respect, not some pathetic, human-alike attempt at flirting. He shouts all this in your face, making a big scene and ridiculing you in front of the others gods. For a moment he’s proud of himself, but your teary eyes quickly put him in a less mighty state.

To make things worse, you literally run away. At first Ares tries to ignore the feeling of guilt in his chest, pretending that your reaction was childish and exaggerated, but all he needs is Hermes to make a little remark (“Poor thing, it seems she gave her all to speak up.”) to make Ares’ face red.

He mutters some lame excuse to leave and starts looking for you. He still thinks your attempt was awful, but maybe - just maybe - his heart skips a beat knowing that some pretty miss thinks so highly of him.

Jack

“If music be the food of love, let’s have a feast together.”

Okay, this man isn’t used to hearing compliments, let alone hitting on him. Jack is a little shocked, not because he doesn’t understand you, but because you actually chose him. He doesn’t recognize you, but to his great surprise you seem to know a little about him. After all, you referred to Shakespeare. It couldn't have been an accident, right?

“Pardon me, lady?” is probably the first thing out of Jack's mouth as he’s still processing what you’ve said, but he quickly snaps out of his surprise, “Forgive me, where are my manners?”

Jack introduces himself properly, takes off the hat and bows like a gentleman. He then politely asks for your name, still fluttered that you gave him a chance.

Thor

“Did you do something to my eyes? I can't seem to take them off you.”

“…”

Neither Thor nor Mjölnir budge. Well, this is definitely something new; no one has ever approached Thor this way before, so he has to give you some points for creativity. However, don’t expect anything as Thor isn’t interested in continuing the conversation, so it’s up to you if you are interested in one-sided interaction.

Loki

“Well, here I am! What are your other two wishes?”

Loki stares at you without the slightest sign of interest, twirling strand of hair around his finger. He seems distant, almost like he didn’t hear you. Then he flinches, as if snapped out of trance. His face changes in a split second: a wide, forced smile and squinting eyes screaming at you to evacuate, because you’ve hit on the wrong guy. “Do you have a death wish, woman?” Loki asks, his voice has the sweetest tone that tickles your ears, but his words spew poison…

Loki is capricious. I don’t think it’s a matter of wrong pick-up line, it's rather more a matter of right timing. But even if you choose a bad moment to approach him, he probably wouldn’t hurt you (physically) - he prefers to scare others, toy with their fear than kill them.

On the other hand, if your timing is right, then you would still bounce off the wall, because Loki doesn’t intent to give you a straightforward answer; he would like to play with you, confuse you with the mixed signals he sends. He wants a reaction from you, entertain him. If you are cocky - his goal is to crush your self-confidence. Shy? Prepare for blushing, squealing and stuttering. Ah, you think you’re being funny here? Loki will gladly turn your smile into tears.

[the-newlymadeweeb]

Sacrifice [part 2]

Pairing: Luke castellan x female!reader

Description: a prequel to Sacrifice pt. 1, you held up the sky for long and Luke could see the toll it was taking so he goes ahead luring Annabeth to take your place, after all he's just trying to take care of you.

A/N: when I wrote Sacrifice, I did it in fifteen minutes nto thinking much of it. But I like the concept of it ngl. In all fairness, angst is like my thing and writing angsty toxic Luke is my fav rn.

Sacrifice pt 1:

Luke's shoulders ached, his back felt almost crooked from the weight of the sky. He felt a twinge of sympathy for Annabeth but right now she was the lesser of his concerns.

The woman at the forefront of his mind being you.

You who swung from consciousness to unconsciousness for the last three days; the strength from your body sapped out and a constant pain ripping through you. Your wrists were wrapped up in bandages to support them and the large expanse of bruises on your shoulders were being iced.

The nectar and ambrosia he was taking to you felt like a meagre offering, a minimal solution.

This whole ploy was a sheer debacle. He could've lost you.

Everything was taking too much time. Anyway, it didn't matter now.

You were out of immediate danger, he could take care of you. Just like he always swore to. He'd show you how much he cared, that you still mattered and ha had it all under control and all the doubts he knew you were beginning to have weren't necessary.

Your hair had greyed significantly, more than his had; though that was to be expected with how much more time you had spent in Atlas' position.

He sidled up to your sleeping figure, sheltered away from the eyes of titans and soldiers– protected; and reached out to caress your face, over the course of these days, he had developed a small routine now.

First, he picked up the washcloth and basin that a son of Asclepius who was in charge of handling injuries had dutifully kept. He could tend to your wounds and the other demigods, but you were still under Luke's care. Always.

Cleaning up your face first, before gently wiping down your arms, mindful of the supporting bandages and then wiping your knees, down your shins and the arch of your feet.

It felt good, being able to do something for you. After which he'd try to rouse you in a partial wakefulness as he helped you sip the divine nectar, watching the magic liquid give you some strength.

For a little while, Luke had been worried. For all your amazing traits, he believed you to be more simple-minded; in your mind, you were the first that should be sacrificed because of your dedication and devotion towards your loved ones. Now, he never thought of your loyalty to be mindless like a dog's but he always believed that it would be his.

But then after the whole Golden Fleece interaction with Percy and company, you had gotten quiet, secretive almost. Like you were deliberating helping the son of Poseidon. And he had had a sinking feeling that Kronos might order him to get rid of you, and he wasn't sure he'd be able to do that.

"Are you hiding something from me?" He'd asked one evening, quiet and sudden.

Your gaze remained unwavered as you stepped closer to him.

"No."

"You having doubts?"

"About survival?" You laughed, "I've known about the extreme likelihood of dying for a very long time." A thrilling shiver ran down his spine as you grabbed his chin.

"And still Luke, I'm here, by your side. I'm not having any doubts."

And a few days later you went and held up the sky and now he wondered if it was some unrequired act of fielty.

He brushed your grey hair back, untangling a few knots and wished your face didn't look so disturbed and in agony in sleep as it did while you were awake.

"Luke?" You mumbled.

"Yes love."

"What– how am I here?" A sudden fit of discomfort and confusion setting upon you as you forced your eyes open and tried to sit up, still half asleep but nevertheless trying to stay alert– a default demigod setting, "who's– Atlas–"

"Shh," He whispered, attempting to be soothing. Take care of you. His job. "Annabeth's got it in control."

"Anna– no!" You shoot up, weak and disoriented, "not– Luke, Luke you promised– No!"

"Shh, calm down, please," He catches your shoulder and nudges you to lie back but you remain restless and oh gods he loves you and can't lie to you but you need to remain still or you'll get hurt more.

"You promised–"

Their medic is swift in appearing with an anaesthetic type medication and they put you out succinctly, without the chance of waking for a long while.

"I know you didn't want it to go like this, my love. But I will sacrifice hundreds to keep you safe."

His heart feels heavy and he kisses your brow and cheek.

If Annabeth, Thalia or Percy or anyone is the option opposite you, he'll kill them all. You, his devoted darling, his own nectar. The repercussions always seem so inconsequential when up against you, taking care of you.

His beloved.

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[amphitriteswife]

📓Ror/ SnV characters as teachers/subjects pt2📓

🌸Tag list🌸: @miss-seanymph-pani @viostar2095 @nicasdreamer @vilereign @tinyy-tea-cup @monstertreden

Qin Shi Huang:

🧧he teaches Chinese (it’s a subject where i live).

🧧He isn’t serious at all and mostly just talks with his students about anything and everything

🧧Chinese is difficult tho so if you need extra help he has no problem giving you some extra lectures

🧧gets along great with most teachers….most.

🧧’where did you go on vacation sir?’ ‘China.’ ‘But you’ve been there like the last 16 years’ ‘yes.’

🧧he teaches his students Chinese curse words. He denies doing it tho, so if you get caught it wasn’t him.

🧧brings moon cakes and usually changes the lesson to a longer lasting lunch break

🧧legit sometimes forget to prepare lessons and just lets everyone go early.

🧧’oh mr. Poseidon gave yall a lot of homework? Don’t worry yall we’ll just watch some movies today.’

🧧 gives homework sometimes, but doesn’t get mad if u don’t make it.

🧧goes to all school events, trips, parties no matter what he’s always present.

🧧probably got in trouble with the principal. Doesn’t care. Why? He’s one of the most loved teachers and would be shame to let him go.

🧧’class i’m tired so imma let yall go early today’

🧧allows eating in his class, as well as phones. Man is addicted to his phone too so he don’t see a problem with it.

🧧good friends with budda and Hades. They usually combine classes for trips n stuff

🧧legit thinks that the school should have trips to China. Bro will have a whole meeting about it and won’t back down

🧧has like those learning posters in his classroom. It’s usually a map of China and some basic words or numbers.

🧧puts on some Chinese drama’s or series for the class to watch, even the mukbangs.

🧧He spends his lunchbreak in a restaurant, might flirt with the waiter tho. It’s a Chinese restaurant too.

🧧if he aint at the restaurant he’s probably buying things or just talking with student or his coworkers.

🧧gives his credit card to the students he trusts and asks them to but him something, yall ofcourse can get something for yourselves too.

🧧’sir, you just 3 lessons in a row. How do you have Starbucks? It’s a 15 minute walk’ ‘I have my ways…’

🧧Every time you see him he’s with another girl, man’s a player ok. He had like idk 4829173927293739 concubines, wives not included.

Loki:

🎭 surprisingly teacher literature.

🎭 ‘this text means that children are like monstors, if not, worse’

🎭 is either nice or very creepy. No in between.

🎭 makes a distinguish between students he likes and doesn’t like.

🎭 legit gets bullied by his students. ‘Sir who is Sigyn?’ ‘Oh that’s a very long and delicate story.’ He doesn’t want anyone to know his personal life cause it’s……personal.

🎭 ‘Romeo (Loki) was a fool for believing Juliet (brunhilde) would ever love him.’ The class probably knew about it and laughs at him.

🎭 bro legit ran out the room crying and shoved Hercules aside who was like ‘yo wtf just happend’ and just continued his day. Loki on the other hand was crying in the janitor’s closet about Sigyn.

🎭 Do. Not. Mention . Sigyn. His soul is to delicate to think about her.

🎭Has a picture of Sigyn on his desk and looks at it a lot. But tries not to show it.

🎭 Writes poems about Sigyn, sometimes some art or some flowers.

🎭If you spot some purple flowers on his desk it’s cause they remind him of Sigyn, if you ask he’ll lie about it.

🎭 Gives surprise tests, why? Cause he can. He only gives them to students who don’t do their homework.

🎭 If u like literature he sometimes asks you about your favorite poem and has a conversation about it. May include it in his lesson too.

🎭 ‘Can i use the restroom?’ ‘I don’t know can you?’ Type of teacher, only to students he doesn’t like. If you a good student he’ll let you go to the restroom.

🎭 He spends the entire 1st week after holidays just talking with students and not doing any work.

🎭 hates meetings. He never shows up for then what got him in trouble but he doesn’t care. He thinks that meetings are a waste of time and that all the stuff can be put in an email.

🎭he’s divorced ok. And Sigyn has the kids most of the time. So he is a mood swing, he doesn’t have them he just is one. The other day he all smiley and okay and the other he just depresso

🎭 needs therapy, maybe counseling, and meds. He’s over brunhilde tho, so now he tries to get Sigyn back,

🎭class, if bro is in good terms w his kids n ex wife bro can be the most chillest teacher, like buddha and qin level, but he first needs to be mentally stable.

🎭 one of his kids visited him at school and he started crying, so he spent the whole lesson with his kid and let the class go early

Brunhilde:

🪽 She’s the school’s psychologist.

🪽 Students as well as teachers can go to her with their problems.

🪽She has her own office where she talk with ppl

🪽doesn’t get along with the principal (Zeus)

🪽When you have an appointment with her she usually already sends an email to the teacher’s class you originally were supposed to be in so that you wont be marked absent.

🪽She is also present during the teachers’ meetings. She has a list of ppl who visit her and backs up those students.

🪽She also handles suspensions, especially if the student had talked to her before or visits her regularly.

🪽Her office had pictures of her sisters, some are also teachers and some are still students at the school.

🪽 She is happily engaged to Siegfried, who sometimes visits the school and helps out with functions.

🪽 Also tags along, but she usually tags along for amusement parks or museums, cause she doesn’t like being too far away from her sisters.

🪽 Sometimes takes students out of lessons to have a talk with them to make sure they’re alright.

🪽She also talks with ppl who have dyslexia or example autism so that she can make sure the student gets al the time they need

🪽She’s pretty chill actually, she likes hearing about her students doing better in school and is willing to do everything to ensure that.

🪽offers counseling, extra lessons and making sure that her students well beings aren’t neglected.

✨Note✨: hey yall its me again, i made a new one w other characterss, only i ran out of ideas so i may make some more though also thank yall for Reading this 🩷

[hanahaki-disease]

1. Percy is raised as a ordinary boy by Sally until he discovers his true identity as Poseidon's son. In the world of gods and monsters, he's seen as a demigod, regardless of his actual parentage. Poseidon has fully ad opted him, making him a full-fledged son of the god of the sea.

They are his parents, regardless of how he was conceived and how he was born, - Poseidon held him tenderly in his arms, drinking his father's blessings and looking into his big green eyes, which slowly acquired a bluish hue like the clear waters of Zakynthos.

Sally didn't sleep the whole first night when Poseidon gave her Percy - she was sitting by the single bed where she carefully laid the boy on the largest soft pillow and just admired him. His delicate caramel skin, his dark fluffy feathers of soft hair, his tiny charming face and sleepy blue-green eyes. He was beautiful - Her son, her Perseus, her gift of the sea, her Doris. These are Percy's parents, mom and dad of their cute little boy. And they love him.

2. The Batfamily meets Percy when Annabeth invites him to dinner to introduce her mortal family. They mistakenly identify as Annabeth's boyfriend because she talked about him with such love - no, they are absolutely platonic soulmates.

And, well, they experienced a wide range of emotions inside, starting from surprise and ending with a slight fright - in front of them stood literally a slightly more masculine version of Talia Al Ghul with a bluish tinge of eyes and shorter hair.

Bruce remembered how Talia came to him for comfort because her newborn brother Bulbul disappeared after birth and compared these dates with the age of Percy, a little younger than Annabeth and told Alfred that ice cream should be served for dessert, a lot of ice cream in separate dishes with separate spoons.

Damian retains his usual behavior outwardly, but inside he feels so much. On the one hand, he thinks his grandfather's missing son and [is it possible to say so?] his mother's brother is sitting right in front of him, making witty jokes and laughing just like his mother. Damian rarely heard her laugh, he drinks this sound like sweet nectar. But at the same time, another part of him wants to believe that this is just an external coincidence. There are many similar people in the world - Damian does not want to lose everything he has.

3. Sally calls Percy by his middle name - Doris or Dori, because she loves Percy and he is a real gift for her. Percy is a gift from the sea.

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And in this au, which I really like, where would Percy fit in the batfam? In this AU, Percy and Annabeth, [who is the daughter of Bruce and Athena], are not romantic, but deeply platonic, they literally call each other siblings. Bruce is experiencing some difficult feelings because Percy is his daughter's best friend and honorary brother, who is also a vulnerable child of Talia's blood and flesh and God how much he looks like Damian. Percy is Bruce's child figure, Bruce is Percy's father figure, they are son and father in everything except blood and adoption papers, but they won't admit it even at gunpoint. Percy is similar to Stephanie in this regard.

Can they trust him because he’s technically Talia? Initially, yes, because Percy is too similar to Talia and this is terribly alarming for people who have a history with her. But Percy is Percy, he is a separate person from her, even if he is made of the same blood and flesh as her. And he will explain and show them this.

Does he work with the league because of how he’s born? No, Percy was born in Nanda Parbat, maids took care of him for the first hours of his life, he even had a wet nurse who managed to feed him after birth. Ras and Talia were by his side. He was not Perseus Doris Jackson, he was Ardeshir Bulbul Al Ghul. But it didn't last long - Poseidon, who was looking for a child to give to his beloved, found and took the baby. Percy is not an Ardeshir, he was not raised in the League of assassins as the future heir and son of the head of the demon. But he could help or complete one or two missions, depending on what it will be - Percy will not kill, but he is always ready to help if necessary.

Is he Damian’s uncle or brother or some father-like thing since he’s a clone of Talia? It is difficult because Percy is really a pure clone of Talia, he has all her genes and only her. If you do a genetic test, it will really show that Percy is Damian's parent and there is a close relationship between them, which is mostly fraternal but also has a parent-child connotation - Damian looks too much like Percy, and Percy looks too much like Talia. Although they don't admit it. And no, Ras, the fact that Percy recognizes Talia as something like his motherly sister, and Damian as his brother/almost son, does not mean that he considers you his father.

I hope you enjoy it :)

Enjoyed it?? I LOVED IT!!

Everything just feels so in character and I can see the whole world of this au in my head and it’s just *mwah* chefs kiss.

Percy and Annabeth bing platonic soulmates , almost twin flames, is giving very much a “reincarnation” of Pallas and Athena in this au. And I just know Athena is both happy for her daughter but also so jealous that Annabeth has him by her side and she doesn’t.

Sally would absolutely call Percy her little blessing or her special gift because that’s what he is to her in every sense of the word. That is her baby and no one, not even Poseidon, will be taking her baby away.

I like to imagine Talia seeing Percy and wanting to take him to Nanda Parbat (after Ra’s is dead) to train him and connect with him in the way she wished she had the chase to before he was taken, but Sally is not going to let a random assassin lady take her baby.

Sorry this took so long to respond to!!!

[pollunam]

Flaws. Part 7.

The sun blazed high above us during the day. Freddie and I were fishing, though my efforts were not particularly successful.

— It's really simple, — he said, — you cast and reel.

— The main thing is that it's hilarious fun—casting and reeling. At least it’s better than casting and sitting in a boat at four in the morning, feeding bugs while waiting for a bite.

— Seems like you’re out of luck, — Graham said as he walked past.

— Maybe you’ll have better luck?

— A competition?

— A competition.

Hessie returned with his fishing rod, humming a tune to himself.

— Oh, we're in for a delicious dinner! — Gus's voice came from behind us. It seemed fishing was the main event of the day for everyone.

I sighed, adjusting the loose strands of hair that had fallen from my bun. The sun was scorching; I wasn't prepared for this, having always cherished the rain and storms.

— Hey, Jeffrey, — Gus called out, — want to earn some money?

Applyard appeared from the cabin. — I'd do almost anything for that.

— The guys are competing, — Gus began, then turned to us. — By the way, in what?

— Who catches the most fish or, Y/N, better yet, who catches any fish at all? — Graham smiled good-naturedly.

I mimicked him, distorting the words.

— Oh, I get it, I’m betting a hundred on Graham, — Jeffrey laughed. — That’s a sure bet.

— Really? Is that your support?

— Don't take it personally, it’s just business. Well, Gus, your choice?

— Freddie, I’m betting on you, don’t let me down.

Freddie whistled. — I won’t mess up, sir.

— Very inspiring, — I shook my head.

Graham, meanwhile, was getting fired up, whistling a tune even louder.

Lassen emerged from the cabin, drops falling from his hair, looking fresh and energetic.

— Fresh as a daisy, my friend, — Gus clapped him on the shoulder. — We’ve got an interesting battle going on. Who do you think is the best fisherman among these three?

— Hessie.

— You didn’t even hesitate, — I grumbled.

— It’s just logical. He’s been sailing since childhood, so this is his element.

— Yes, but he hasn't caught a single fish our entire trip, while Freddie has, — the captain noted, raising a finger.

— Are you guys making bets?

Appleyard and March-Phillips nodded.

— I bet on Y/N, — Lassen winked at me.

— I’m definitely making money today, — Jeffrey smiled.

— So, let's set a time limit, an hour should be enough.

They sat behind us, and I felt like a racehorse. Not the most pleasant feeling in the world, but the competitive spirit spurred me on.

I don’t know if it’s luck, Poseidon, or the guiding star that helps fishermen, but it’s worth trying to win.

— Looks like I've got a bite, — Graham exclaimed happily, reeling in his line, but at the last moment, the fish slipped away, its scales glinting in the sunlight before it disappeared into the water.

Jeffrey shouted in frustration.

— Stuff happens, don’t shout too soon, — Hessie responded irritably.

Lassen and I exchanged glances. — Go on, I believe in you!

— He supports her because they’re a team. We’re a team too, — Graham insisted, gesturing between himself and Jeffrey and then to me and Anders.

— Freddie, ignore him and catch the fish! — Gus yelled. — Don’t distract my fisherman.

Soon, Freddie threw the first catch into the net.

Graham became even more determined, casting his line with such force that it seemed like the rod would follow and fly around the Earth.

I felt a tug on my lure; the festivities were starting on my street too.

— One-one, — Gus noted. — Well, Apple, I think you’re going to go broke today.

Anders smiled without any bravado. He didn’t care how much money he would win or lose by evening; it was genuine joy.

— You’re doing great, — he mouthed, and I turned away shyly, not yet used to the fact that there was something more behind those words.

Time passed, and tensions rose. The three of us had an equal amount of fish, and Graham's mood noticeably improved.

— Exactly five minutes left.

I was truly starting to enjoy the activity, not worrying about the results, because an unempty net was already a win for someone who usually avoided such entertainment.

Graham grunted, — Oh my God, did I catch a shark? — He pulled with great effort, and finally, a big fish appeared out of the water.

— That counts for two, — he said.

— Guys! — Gus clapped his hands, — Time's up, and we have our winner!

Jeffrey smiled triumphantly as he collected his winnings. — I'm sorry, but Hessie and I aren't such easy opponents after all.

— Especially you, — I shook my head, putting away my fishing rod.

The evening draped the sky in a soft, slightly prickly blanket of cold. The radio crackled in the cabin as Graham searched for the right station.

— Finally! — Hessie exclaimed as a song came on. — Now we can eat.

I gently nodded to the music, setting the table. For a moment, it felt like the cabin had transformed into a cozy little house filled with songs every evening and morning news readings, while coffee languished in a cup.

— Dance night? — Freddie asked, rolling up his sweater sleeves as he took his seat. — You're a culinary wizard.

— Thank you, — I smiled, placing a glass in front of him.

— I'll open it," Alvarez said, taking a bottle of wine. "Since we’re celebrating tonight.

— What are we celebrating? — Lassen asked as he entered the cabin.

— Life.

— Sounds like a beautiful toast.

Soon, the cabin was filled with the sound of clinking glasses, the clatter of forks on plates, and the crunch of bread rolls.

— I've never eaten anything tastier, — Graham praised.

— You haven't tried her signature pie, — Appleyard interjected. — It's the ultimate.

— Just an ordinary pie, — I shrugged.

— Don't be modest.

— And you should be more modest, Jeffrey.

— Come on, as they say, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, and you've won us all over. What’s wrong with that?

I smiled slyly. — Except for Gus, of course.

— What are you hinting at? — The captain bristled.

— At a certain lady who was in the office.

— Marjorie? — Jeffrey choked, coughing. — No way.

— First, no, second, why are you so surprised?

— It's hard to explain, but it's like you’re completely different.

I leaned back in my chair, watching as various emotions and thoughts flickered across the men's faces.

— I don’t get it, so I need to find an identical person now? — Graham asked.

— Of course not, but think about it—him and Marjorie.

— I don't know who that is.

Jeffrey raised his eyebrows, then turned from Hessie to Gus. — Don’t worry, friend, it'll pass.

— What will pass?

— Your infatuation.

— Are you two mocking me?

— I never joke about this. But if you tried to impress her by stealing cigarettes and a coat, I think you succeeded.

— You don’t understand women, captain, — Freddie laughed.

— Let’s drop the topic, or I’ll have to tell stories about your love escapades.

— Whose?

Gus looked at me like he knows something.

— Jeffrey once got into a bar fight over a girl, only to find out later it was with her brother, which nearly led to a fight with her.

—Y/N broke a guy's nose when he tried to kiss her.

— I was fifteen and didn't want to kiss him.

— Yes, but you cried about it afterward.

— He doesn’t understand women either, — Freddie shrugged.

— Well, maybe Anders is our expert?

Everyone turned to him, calmly finishing his salad, seemingly not even listening.

— What’s up?

— Lassen, you look like a formidable and relentless machine. How do the ladies like that?

— No complaints so far. What's the point of this conversation?

— The point is, you boys don’t understand women at all. Except maybe Freddie, it seems.

Freddie and I exchanged glances. — Much appreciated.

— That’s not true, women just need to be loved.

— Oh, so you're a loveful guy, huh? — I crossed my arms. — Tell us more.

— Yeah, Lassen, tell us, — Gus smirked.

Anders put down his utensils, adjusted his glasses. — I get the feeling you're trying to catch me saying something wrong.

— No, friend, but since you're such a great lover, why not share some tips?

Anders took a deep breath. — That secret will die with me.

— I know one thing for sure, — Jeffrey stood up. — Girls love to dance, especially our lovely Y/N — He smiled, extending his hand to me.

The song swept me into the dance, seeping into me like a strong drink. The melody swirled, and I spun along with it. Jeffrey danced beautifully, feeling the rhythm, and sang along to the lyrics. The lightness of our feet, the speed of our turns, and the incredible joy rising within me took my breath away. Jeffrey held my hand firmly, spinning me toward him and lifting me up. The song ended, and there was applause.

— You're still a good dancer, Apple.

— You two should enter a contest—you'd win for sure, — Freddie handed me a glass of water. — That was fantastic!

— Y/N, may I have a dance? — Graham asked.

— I'd be delighted.

The evening was marked by dancing and sweet wine. I danced with everyone except Lassen, laughing and twirling in the euphoria of the music that filled the air. Dance always created a separate world where miracles happened, my mind emptied, and all that was left was to keep breathing.

The weather took a turn for the worse, with thunder rumbling or perhaps it was just my heart pounding loudly in my ears. The guys stepped out onto the deck from the stuffy room to check everything before the storm hit.

— Now it's my turn for a coveted dance, — Anders said softly, stepping close.

— Have you earned it?

Anders smirked, leaning in even closer. His breath seared my neck, triggering an irreversible reaction within me.

— Using your secret methods to seduce?

— You know it's not like that, — he replied calmly, leaving a trail of kisses.

His hands settled on my waist, pulling me into a slow sway. The music played softly from the radio, and our gazes melded into one. The wild swing had turned into a silent conversation of our bodies. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat rapidly, as if from excitement and thrill.

— Hey! Anders, Y/N! — Freddie burst into the cabin, momentarily stunned. — Sorry.

— It's alright, we’re just wrapping up the evening with a dance, — Lassen replied.

— What happened? — I stepped back, regretting the fleeting moment.

— There’s a ship—British Navy. Looks like we’re in trouble.

— Stay here.

— Absolutely not, — I said, stepping out. — If it ends now, they’ll search the cabin too, trust me.

Anders took my hand. — Then stay close.

I nodded, following him.

The ocean raged, as if the scene was straight out of a movie, the colors intensifying dramatically. Thoughts of a cold cell weren’t scary but unpleasant, like a fat rat in a garbage can. There was something else, truly frightening. We watched the cruiser turning in the distance.

— Stick to our usual strategy. Now we’re on a honeymoon, — Gus said. — As ridiculous as it sounds, the story always works.

— And what are you doing in our honeymoon? — I asked.

Freddie asked. — It's obvious lying if we’ve been seen.

— They couldn't have. If you leave now, they won't see.

The guys went down to the cabin. The rain started drizzling.

— We won't end up in their brig, not today, — Anders said cheerfully, clearly an adrenaline junkie enjoying potential danger.

— You know, New Year’s is soon. I don't want to spend it in a cell.

— We'll celebrate it and not in a cell.

— You’re an optimist, one of a kind.

The cruiser approached.

— You know, we’d make a good husband and wife.

— We'll find out now, — I smiled. — But yes, we're doing well.

Soon, the British ship drew alongside us, crew members and the Viscount himself appearing on deck.

— What are you doing here? — came the voice from the ship. We had to crane our necks to see them.

— Good day, we’re just on a little honeymoon trip from Sweden. — Lassen put his arm around my shoulders, likely for authenticity.

— How did you end up in these waters?

— We lost our way.

Viscount Algernon called someone over. "You speak Swedish, don't you?"

Apparently, it was their cook, who nodded casually and spoke to Anders. It looked like a charming chat between old friends.

— Quiet, Lassen. Let your wife answer, — the Viscount said.

From this, the conclusion was clear and not encouraging.

— Of course, I'd never refuse, but I'm not very good at it yet.

— And do you know why, milady? Because you are Edith Wilkins by birth, who wasn’t married just a couple of weeks ago.

— Why don’t you consider the possibility that it could have happened during that time frame?

— Let’s just check everything out, search the cabin, and have an interesting interview with you. You can tell us your love story over a cup of tea.

— With all the details? — Lassen squinted.

— You’re playing a risky game, guys, but if you have nothing to hide, drop anchor.

We exchanged glances. We had to hope for a miracle, which came when a German submarine approached the cruiser. Shells began to fire.

— Time to get out of here, — Anders ran to the sail, releasing it.

Graham emerged from the cabin to help. At full speed, we escaped the fire and the battle scene.

— Clever, very clever.

— As if we ordered the submarines to show up right next to us, — I chuckled.

— But you held your ground well, can’t deny that, — Gus noted.

Freddy still glanced at me questioningly. Perhaps it seemed foolish to keep secrets, especially when there was nothing significant to hide, but I didn’t want to share, still internally on guard, occasionally indulging my fears.

Rain thundered all night, and the ship swayed. Wrapped in a blanket, I still felt the cold creeping into my sanctuary. The mission was nearing its end, and I was getting involved in a fling. It seemed even more foolish than everything else. Of course, Anders never lacked attention from the opposite sex. Emotions sounded the alarm. I imagined getting burned by someone who might not turn out to be a romantic gentleman. I opened my eyes, staring at the wall, replaying all the moments we had spent together. There wasn't a single moment where he made me doubt him. So why was I almost drowning in fear now?

— Can’t sleep? — Jeffrey asked quietly.

— No.

— Want to smoke?

We silently got up and stepped out into the pouring rain, huddling under the small overhang of the cabin. Jeffrey lit my cigarette with his lighter.

— Everything okay?

— Yeah, of course.

— I’ve already told you, I see everything.

— And what’s your conclusion, expert?

— I don’t understand. Did that stupid cruiser throw you off? If so, forget about them. Worse things lie ahead.

— Thanks, very comforting.

— You know, it’s easier to assess the situation in contrast.

— You’re right, — I said, taking a drag and closing my eyes.

— But you’re wrong in one thing, that’s not the reason.

— Apple, come on, it’s all right, just nerves.

He didn’t believe me, but he didn’t say anything.

— What will you do when it’s all over?

— Work, as always.

— You know, it may not be my business, but I’ll say it anyway. There’s too much work in your life, you’re missing out on reality.

— What do you mean by that?

— Just life, raising flowers, going on dates.

— Thanks for the plan, friend, but I’ll manage somehow.

— I thought so, you won’t listen.

— Why would I? You burst into my life, handing out free advice.

— Because I care,Y/N, you’re like a sister to me.

I sighed, knowing he was right.

— Fine, I’ll think about your words, agreed?

— Yeah, — he put out his cigarette, — and what about you and Lassen?

— Oh God, nothing.

— So, he’s not the reason either?

— Only if we’re talking about worldwide catastrophes.

Jeffrey chuckled, — okay then, good night.

I stood there a bit longer, finishing my cigarette.

[salendola]

Just the Once - a Laertes/Penelope Fic

I'm two out of three books into the Songs of Penelope trilogy by Claire North, and my brain decided that it was time to write porn for that old man.

So here it is, the Penelope/Laertes NSFW fic no one asked for. You're welcome.

TITLE: Just the Once RATING: Explicit CONTAINS: good back rubs, cunnilingus, hand job, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, Laertes being a gentleman, Penelope letting herself go for a bit, Aphrodite being a motivational narrator

Just The Once

Just to be clear: I am a goddess and I do not peep. Where love goes, so do I, and that is all there is to it.

Love, of course, meaning any and all kinds. I am there for the mother who holds her child to her breast, singing the songs of her mother before her, and then her mother before her, and so on and so forth, all the way back to the very beginning. Two friends sharing stories, laughing together, their bare feet soaking in the stream. You should’ve seen his face! I thought I was going to wet myself laughing. Ah, such joy there is in love. Such wonder. Such power. And yes, I am there for the passionate, desperate love too. That is hardly news, is it? I would hope not. But let’s not get distracted.

Currently, I am making my way up the path that leads to the castle of the long-absent, oft-remembered Odysseus, King of Ithaca, who, at this very moment, buries his face in the ample bosom of Calypso, squeezing a breast with a calloused hand while Poseidon lurks within the ocean, the waves lapping at the shore a perpetual reminder that, should Odysseus leave the island, it will be the last thing he ever does. My time will come, Odysseus.

Or so he thinks, at least. We shall see.

Today was one of those days that’ll be spoken of later as being a real scorcher. Here, in the fullness of summer, the trees brought what little cooling they could, but it didn’t make as much of a difference as it usually would, and the people inside their various houses suffered from the heat. A few of the elderly had already fainted. Quite the scorcher indeed, and a quiet day for me when it came to passion. There is such a thing as too hot weather, and even the most ardent of lovers may find themselves upon the stone floor of their rooms, doing their best impression of a starfish. No, today was not a day for physical intimacy.

The night, on the other hand, was a different matter entirely, and I have to admit I may even have been a little surprised. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves, for there is the end of the path, and there, sandaled feet and all, stands Laertes, former king of Ithaca, in a toga that had seen better, less sweaty days, though it is still one of his cleaner ones. He wastes little time in dispatching of it and the sandals and wades into the pool.

When he’d fully submerged himself, Laertes finally felt his body cool, and about time too. No man should have this much sweat on his body for this long. Back in his sailing and adventuring days, he’d been fine being a stinky, sweaty man among so many other stinking, sweating men, muscles glistening oh so splendidly in the hot light of the sun, inviting a good ogle and maybe a gentle touch or two - it’s alright, girls, grab all you like - but the years had taken some of that flexibility and physical prowess from him, and now Laertes loved a good breeze as much as the next old man. Old. Not a word he much liked, but at the same time he appreciated having made it this far. It’s never a given, you know, is what he’d say time and again, unasked. Age is a gift.

He soaked in the lack of human voices and bickering, instead enjoying the nightly noises coming from the surrounding trees. This pool was never his domain, but rather that of Anticlea, Penelope, and their maids. He’d set foot in this place a few times, but only when invited. Granted, those invitations had been pleasant, and he had fond memories of his wife’s body as they’d bathed and made love here together.

Laertes was a man of intellect, and while he’d been taught to just take women in the Greek tradition - that being with them face down, mere tools for pleasure and procreation - he’d quickly realised this was not the way to go. What helped immensely with that realisation was Anticlea, who’d delivered an astonishingly powerful kick in his unmentionables when he’d even so much as tried it. He’d been hurt and then angry, but what truly got to him was the look on her face. You may chide him for not understanding this sooner, but Laertes had not seen fear in his wife’s eyes before, and when he did see it, decided he did not like it. What followed was many nights of deep and vested research into the dos and don’ts of physical intimacy, which was more than Anticlea expected, though it was not at all unwelcome. Thinking back on those nights he’d spent in this very pool, enveloped in pleasure with his beautiful wife, tugged on his heartstrings and certain other parts of his anatomy in equal measure. It’s okay, I whispered, caressing his arm, you’re alone, enjoy these thoughts.

Of course, Laertes wouldn’t be alone for long. A new set of footsteps approached, and the old man swiftly and quietly dove under, swimming softly to the far end of the pool, hoping no one saw him.

Penelope, too, was having a night of little sleep. It was simply too warm for such things. She’d managed to sneak out of her room, leaving her maids to their dreams. Now, wearing nothing but the flimsiest and most basic of robes, her sandaled feet barely making a sound, she too approached the pool.

From behind a large water lily, Laertes observed as Penelope sat down by the water, took off her sandals and bathed her tired feet in the stream, as she’d done many times before, and let her thoughts drift into far-off places. Well, she tried to, at least. To dream of a life different from her own, somewhere far away. Sadly, the rules of the patriarchy invaded even the deep recesses of her mind, and she found she had some trouble coming up with a scenario wherein she enjoyed the same degree of freedom and influence she currently had, and so her mind wandered instead to summer seasons, fresh fruit and sheep shearing.

She’d undone all her weaving for the day, and while she was tired of a long day of entertaining suitors and regular displays of piety and sorrow, she found she did not have it in herself to sleep. Her head was still all ache as the muscles of her neck reminded her she’d been peering at the weave too hard. Foolish thing, really. It’s not like she needed to do a good job. She could have written a swear in it and it would have been fine and unmade by morning. Oh well, no sense in regretting now. She watched her feet as they moved around in the water, sticking out one leg, then the other, watching the water drip-drip-drip back into the pool. Should she? Would she dare? She decided that she would, and soon Laertes was treated to a view he thought he’d never see again: that of a naked queen, lowering herself in the cool water.

Of course, he could not stay here now. Not with Penelope - beautiful, naked queen Penelope - in the pool with him. Why, there’d be talk. Not immediately, of course, but if he ever stepped out of line, those maids of hers would know just who to sing to like the pretty birds they were, and there’d be a reckoning. Laertes respected the queen immensely, and he knew full well the network of women on the island and how they schemed and kept the place in check. It was a world he was not privy to, and he was fine with that. He’d hate to be on its bad side, however, so he gently lowered his head beneath the water and began to make his way carefully back to where his clothes were.

Penelope was enjoying this little time to herself, allowing her thoughts to drift. She dove under for a moment, then submerged, letting the water run down her face and past her neck. She made for quite a pleasing sight, if I do say so myself. She rubbed her sore neck in an attempt to relieve the ache a little, but was only moderately successful. A gentle splash caught her attention, and she turned her head to see a pile of clothes on the rocks nearby, and Laertes himself in the pool, looking at her, naked as - well, as any other day no one required him to wear clothes. Well, this was quite the predicament.

“Please don’t scream,” the old king said quietly.

“I suppose I could hold it in,” Penelope responded with as much dignity as she could muster, lowering her entire body so only her head was visible. Of course, this may very well be moot. How much had he seen? She’d have to assume he’d seen everything, just to be safe. Well, this was going to be a problem.

“I’ll just be heading out then,” Laertes said as if he was going to market.

“If you must. There is plenty of room.”

The answer gave both of them pause as they stared at each other. For her part, Penelope wasn’t entirely sure why she didn’t just let him leave so she could have the pool to herself, but she’d said what she’d said and a queen did not go back on her words.

Laertes let go of his tunic and returned to the cool embrace of the pool.

“Thanks very much.”

“You’re most welcome, father.”

She made that movement again, rubbing her neck. Should he offer? I placed my hand on Penelope’s. Someone with a surer grip really should have a go, don’t you think? Usually, my advice fell on deaf ears, but it seems tonight was going to be an exception.

“Neck giving you trouble, is it?”

“A little.”

“All that weaving, no doubt.”

“Quite so. It is surprisingly strenuous on the body.”

“I could… That is to say…” Laertes had a sentence planned, but found he couldn’t quite get the whole thing together as he’d intended, instead stumbling over the easiest utterance like he were a boy of thirteen instead of a man well into the fullness of life.

“If you could…” Penelope replied, turning her back to him slightly.

Slowly, so as not to startle her, Laertes swam over, sitting down on the stones by the shore.

“Come here, then.”

Penelope did not like being ordered around. Her many years as ruler of the island had taken its toll on her will, and she found she now had quite a vast amount of it. Nevertheless…

“Alright.”

She sat down below Laertes, pinning up her hair again so it was out of the way. As she felt the rough hands on the back of her neck, she couldn’t hold back the shiver that ran down her spine. So long without another’s touch. She hadn’t quite realised it. Her own company had been enough, hadn’t it? Furtive touching in the night, trying to be quiet so she wouldn’t wake Eos, dutifully asleep nearby in case she needed anything.

Laertes for his part did his best not to get any funny ideas, for however much good that did. He hadn’t touched another so intimately since Anticlea died. Penelope’s slender neck felt warm under his hands.

“Bit of a knot here,” he commented, trying to keep any hint of desire from his voice. For one, he really liked her, and then the image of his wife’s fearful eyes still haunted him. He rubbed her neck and shoulders with purpose, feeling for knots and teasing them out, sometimes pushing down hard, causing a groan from Penelope he really shouldn’t think about for too long.

“Always wondered how this place managed to stay so calm, considering the mad house is just over there,” Laertes said in an attempt to diffuse some of the tension. Not that there was much tension left in her.

“I suppose limited access helps,” Penelope commented, managing to keep her voice level. Laertes had gotten all the knots he could find, but he had some difficulty proclaiming his task finished. Instead, he traced his thumbs down her neck and between her shoulders, moving out below her shoulder blades.

Penelope moaned.

I could go on for quite some time about all the moans I’ve ever heard, and I’ve certainly heard and made better ones than this one - truly deep, guttural moans that could shake the earth and mend all hurts - but I will say that Penelope’s had just that extra bit of zest from having been constrained for so long, a wild animal looking to escape its confines and finally - finally - finding its cage just open enough to risk it.

Now, Laertes may be on the older side and liked to pretend he was going deaf sometimes if he thought it would annoy whoever was trying to bore him with mundane conversation, but he felt that moan run all the way down his spine.

“Like that, did you?” he chuckled, then immediately regretted his tone.

“You’re very effective,” Penelope remarked, leaning into his hands.

She didn’t want him to stop. She knew this was a bad idea. She knew there would be consequences if anyone saw them here, but the pool was secluded and off-limits to anyone not allowed here by her, so perhaps…

I felt her desire to give in, to be unbound by duty for just a few moments. Do it, my love, I whispered in her ear, enjoy yourself. These times are rare.

Laertes shared her thoughts, understood the danger, then went ahead anyway. They both needed it, he felt. He wasn’t wrong.

Behind her, Penelope felt his body shift as he lowered himself to sit behind her, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her close, his other hand holding her upper arm in a grip that was firm yet not stifling. She felt his breath on her neck as he nuzzled it, taking in the smell of her, some floral scent barely lingering after a long day of being responsible and unapproachable.

“Gods, but you smell like a feast,” he murmured into her naked flesh, as one hand moved from her arm to her chest, claiming a breast left unattended. Penelope leaned back and let it happen. She trusted Laertes like she trusted Damon. She knew he’d never desert or betray her, that their bond was strong and long in the making. As his fingers moved from massaging her breast to tweaking her nipple, she groaned and pushed her body into his, and hoped her faith wasn’t misplaced.

Laertes felt her body react and he had to admit he was chuffed. Old man Laertes still had it, yes he did. I had to admit this made me giggle. I’ve always had a weakness for smart older men, though this is not what I will be remembered for. Yes, you do, I whispered in his ear, suggesting he guide his hand from her waist to somewhere lower down, now let’s see how well you remember your lessons. Surprisingly, he seemed eager to follow my suggestions. Well, well.

Penelope gasped as his hand slid down to her intimate region and began gently rubbing her.

“How’s that for you?” he asked, his voice gentle, but with an undercurrent of desire that had her flustered.

“It’s… I like it just fine,” she managed to reply, angling her body to meet his hand in a way that improved the entire process. Laertes, ever the scholar, took a mental note, and continued the way he was going.

“Suggestions are welcome,” he added in a soft tone as he moved his hand in tandem with the movements Penelope’s body had started making without any conscious effort on her part. The queen of Ithaca let herself drift on the river of her desire, and placed her hands on his, guiding him in her pleasure. There, please. Yes. Gods.

Laertes felt her shudder as her release came, and she leaned back, her face close to his. As she came down, he leaned in just a little and kissed her. He’d tried not to, he really had, but her lips were beautifully swollen with excitement and he just couldn’t contain himself. Her lips parted and their kiss was deep. He drank her in as she turned a little, moving her hand down to where she knew she’d find a handhold.

Laertes startled a bit when he felt her fingers on his erection. Penelope looked up at him.

“Suggestions are welcome.”

He had to stifle a laugh immediately. Of course she’d say that.

“Just don’t pull it like it needs to come off,” he chuckled.

“I suppose I could manage that.”

She started off slowly. He’d suggest a bit more speed. Also, remember the tip is the most sensitive part. Bit more pressure on the- yes, that’s it. Penelope for her part was a quick learner, but I expected nothing less. She soon found a rhythm that had Laertes leaning back, closing his eyes for a moment so he could focus on the feeling. He soon realised he had to intervene as Penelope was too good at what she was doing.

“Wait.”

Penelope looked up, awaiting further instructions. She’d overheard some interesting conversations between her maids about how certain men enjoyed it when they stuck a finger up their arse. If he was going to ask her for that, she really wasn’t sure she’d be able to comply. That didn’t seem to be what he was after, however, as he submersed his body into the water once again.

“Why don’t you have a seat, make yourself comfortable,” he suggested, nodding at his former perch. She hauled herself up and sat down, readying herself to rub his shoulders as Laertes took her place below, except he didn’t turn his back to her. Sitting on his knees facing her, he pushed her legs apart until her warm centre was right in front of him. This time, Penelope blushed in full view as he started kissing his way up her sensitive inner thigh, all the way to her sanctum, and she had to fight the urge to pull back. His arms had snaked their way underneath her legs and he now held each thigh as he looked up at her. It was often said that Odysseus had his mother’s eyes, but Penelope had to disagree. She’d seen her husband in this very position, and his father gave her the exact same look; a raw, intense thing, that stoked a fire within her she’d thought she’d lost. Knowing his intent, she leaned back and let him taste her.

“Good girl,” he growled as he started lapping at her sensitive clit. Ah, he’d missed this tangy flavour. Laertes pushed his tongue in-between her folds as he held her firmly in his arms, and he could see her back arch, feel her body’s need. One hand released a thigh and moved down to her folds, and Laertes slipped in a finger, moved it as if beckoning, gauging his effectiveness by the sound of her moans and the movement of her hips. Not quite so, but maybe… And an extra finger could… Yes, there it was!

Penelope was at a loss for words as his tongue and fingers were engaged in some form of expert dance with her body, and she found she had to cover her mouth quite vigorously, lest the inordinately loud moan half bordering on a scream wake the entire palace as she felt her desire hit a high she didn’t remember ever feeling before. Her body twitched as he kept licking her clit, and she moaned her continued desire, imprinting it into the very stones around the pool. Oh Aphrodite, help me, she prayed. I am, believe me. Let it wash over you. She wrapped her hands in his hair, holding his head in place. Yes, take your pleasure.

Eventually, Laertes figured enough was enough and moved away, releasing Penelope and letting her catch her breath. It took her a moment to sit up and compose herself. Her hair had come undone again and now fell in loose, chaotic strands around her face. His loins stirred at the sight and he found himself moving up as his face drew level with hers.

“Penelope,” he said, voice low and filled with a lust he’d not felt in an age, “I’ll leave right now if you want. Gods know it’ll be hard, but I will. I’ll be honest with you, though… If you don’t tell me to go, I will have you.”

His face was so close to hers, his body, while affected by age, still contained some of that physique that had gained him a place aboard the Argos, and Penelope was too far gone to say no. She didn’t want to. She wanted more, wanted to feel someone inside her again.

Her legs pulled him in, and Laertes wasted no time in putting word to deed as he slid into her in a smooth motion, helped immensely by the work he’d already put in. That being said, it had been much over a decade since Penelope had a man enter her, and she did need a moment to get used to an erection inside her. Laertes knew this, but the warmth of her made it difficult to contain himself. I placed a gentle hand upon Penelope. Relax, for you are in good hands. I promise it.

He could feel her relax and pushed himself in further until he was fully sheathed. By the gods, he had missed this. He started thrusting, slowly at first, wanting her to want this, to want him to keep doing this. Penelope grabbed him by the neck, pulled his head down and kissed him. Their tongues played with each other as his thrusts increased in power and speed.

“Laertes,” she breathed as she felt her body readying for another climax.

“I see you,” he said, adjusting angle and depth just a little bit. “Like this?”

“Gods, yes.”

He kept going, smothering her moans in a kiss as he felt her walls tighten around him. As the scent of her desire filled his nostrils and played merry games with his mind, I leaned in, whispering in his ear one final time. Let go, dear one. Unleash yourself. She deserves no less.

Gods, to have a man be so attuned to my instructions. It’s such a rare occurrence, I’d almost forgotten how great it was. He held her tight and began his work intently; a deep, intense fuck, meant to stretch, to fill, to breed. Penelope rode this wave like a true queen as Laertes absolutely demolished any semblance of reason she had left with the intensity of his thrusts, burying his face into the nape of her neck to stifle his grunts.

He lifted one of her legs for a better angle.

Yes, just like that.

His thrusts became quick and shallow as he felt his release come upon him. Deep, he had to go deep. He pounded her in earnest, holding her firmly in place as he came, filling her with short, deep thrusts, his breathing ragged as he tried to find himself somewhere within the rutting beast he’d just unleashed.

Penelope looked at him. Ah, there he was. She was certain he’d gone for a moment and left an animal of a man in his place. Not that she minded. What with all the preamble, she almost felt he was owed that much, at least. Laertes took a few deep breaths in an attempt to steady himself.

“That went places,” he finally managed to say in-between breaths.

“Quite,” Penelope managed to say. She found she was also a bit out of breath. Fancy that.

Laertes pulled out, though reluctantly, and looked apologetic. “Figured I was gonna pull out before anything came of it, but it seems the old meatsack had other plans.”

To his surprise, Penelope just shrugged. “I will make sure nothing comes of it.”

The old king nodded. Of course she would. Part of him felt sad about this, but it was for the best. Having a child with the son only to then have another one with the father, well, that might be cause for a kerfuffle.

He backed away as Penelope lowered herself into the stream and began washing herself, and he did the same. Couldn’t be found smelling of sex when he went back to his farm. Otonia would know in an instant. A nose like a bloodhound, that one.

“I don’t suppose this’ll be a regular thing, then?” he ventured, knowing the answer.

Penelope washed her face as she pondered how to word her reply. She looked up at the man who’d given her such sweet pleasure tonight, and found she actually regretted what she had to say, even if it was the best - and really only - option she had.

“I’m afraid not. There’d be… difficulties.”

He nodded. He knew this already, of course. They both did. Still, best to talk it out. Good way to avoid problems in the future.

“Just the once, then”

“Yes, just the once.”

[digitallovergirl]

　　SEASHELL HUNTING WITH PERCY!

🐚. . . Percy Jackson x Child of Poseidon! Reader

in which: The only thing you and your brother have in common is you interest in seashells.

authors note: soo if you guys saw when sunni (@sunnitheapollokid) made me that AWESOME Jason fic, you'd noticed that I had two ideas in there !! she did one of the two ,, so now i'm doing the one she didn't! (she said I could guys please don't throw tomato's at me)

warnings: it's the middle of the night as i'm writing this soo no proofread!!

You and Percy had nothing in common.

Like, anything at all. He's a lot more talkative and social while your the type to just... stand there and let him do all the yapping he wanted to. You usually ended up running away from where the event/social interaction was going on and walk back to Cabin 3. To do what? nothing. But was sitting there,bored or reading a book better than talking to people, yeah.

But, you and Percy did share one thing that you both liked..

Seashells.

They were the only reason you liked going by the sea. The desire to see the new colors of shells that washed up on the shady shores of Camp Half-Blood brought you joy, and obviously, Percy saw an opportunity to hang out with you.

Lets set the scene: It was June 20th, aka National Seashell Day. Being the seashell obsessed person you were, of course you knew that today would be the best day to look for the prettiest seashells you could find.

You were mid-way inspecting a pink seashell when Percy, your oh so sweet brother, suddenly appeared. You can tell someone was above you, since you could see their shadow, so you slolwy lifted you head up to see who it was. "Yes?"

"I have a challenge for you, oh dear seashell lover." He smirked.

"Oh? Do tell." You raised an eyebrow.

"Let's do a seashell hunt. Whoever finds the most seashells has to give up two seashells to the person who finds the most." He paused. "And they have to be pretty." Percy added.

"Deal." You got up. "Is there a time limit?"

"Hm.. I didn't think of that." The son of Poseidon made a 'thinking' face, which you laughed at since it was probably one of the goofiest thing the dude had done in a while.

You looked over at the sun. "It's getting late. Soo, when the sun starts setting we should come back?" You suggested.

"Sure. We can do that." He started smirking again. "Can't wait to show you who's the better seashell collector." Percy fake flipped his hair and walked away.

It's easy to say you most definitely found more seashells that Percy. He was surprisingly close to the amount you had, but it seemed like at some point he stopped looking for pretty ones.

You wanted to laugh at the dude and shove it in his face that you won, but you didn't. Instead, you gave him a hug and said a small 'good game' because that's what your mother taught you to act.

Percy wrapped his arms around you, basically gluing the two of you together. "Do I still owe you one of my seashells?" he asked.

"Nah, but you do owe me something else." You smirked as an idea came to mind.

"And that would beee?"

"Whoever's last to reach the cabin has to do something embarrassing!" you said before you dashed towards Cabin three.

"Wait! that's so not fair—you got a head start!" Percy exclaimed as he ran after you, the two of your laughter filling up the camp.

[tanetlee]

Feast

(Sunday. Krakow. A grand and luxurious city. It fosters art and is art; the city creates the theater and is the theater [1].The palaces on Mount Krakow are opulent, with high ceilings and grand columns adorned with rich sculptures of lions, tigers, other animals, and the Gods [2]. Starting from there the city spreads out [3]. Both inside and outside the city, [...] stadia, gymnasiums, and racecourses near the Temple of Poseidon [4].

Smoke of Vesuvius hovers ominously over the Greek idyll as a metaphor for the explosive quality of life in the Metropolis [5].

Sepphoris, House of Dionysos, north view [6]. Another equally elegant garden house [4]. The atrium is a large space, several floors high [7]. The first ten floors house stores, theaters and clubs [8]. Terrace Room[s], whose dimensions have been made unknowable through arrangements of screens, walls, lights, mirrors, sounds, decoration [8] evoke a sense of mystery. Dazzling [9] mosaic floors in various rooms of the House of Dionysos [6] incorporate optical effects [8] in geometric patterns in colored tesserae [6].

In the main hall, the Gods all gathered around a marble table, eating, drinking, feasting. All drink wine from golden cups above a semi-transparent [9] golden floor [9] of jewels or sapphire paving through which they [9] watch the dramas of man on Earth [9]. Tables of raw fish create Martian landscapes, from pink to deep red [7]. The feast is sumptuous, plate full of rare foods (over 100), glass full of living fish (over 500) [7].The distant spasms of a piano play [10]. And then, a sudden intrusion of [...] barefoot singers roaring [7], performing a cappella — holy music [7]: Coucou Chloe - Nobody.

Eris, Aphrodite, Pan, Hades, Phobos, Dionysus, and Poseidon are all there.)

Eris: (raising her glass) Ye immortal Gods! I have had such fun causing chaos in the life of that pompous jackass, Jack.

(The Gods laugh and cheer)

Eris: He thought he could mess with us, but little did he know that we were the ones pulling the strings.

Aphrodite: (Smirking) Oh, I know. Remember when he asked me out on a date and I stood him up? He was left all alone in his desilusion. Phobos even filmed him. (Giggles) What a fool! He fell for my charm so easily, I didn't even have to try. Thinking of it, I'm quite offended that he thought he'd have a chance with me. Such an insolent prick.

Pan: (Chuckles) I gave him some 'special herbs' to smoke last night, he was tripping balls all night!

Hades: (Smirking) And then I scared him with some of my shadow tricks. He thought he was going insane.

(Pan high-fives Hades)

Pan: (Chuckling) Let's not forget the time we gave him 'food for the gods [11]', but really it was just a bunch of rotten fruit. (Laughs)

Hades: (Leans back in his chair) Yes, it was all quite amusing. We make him feel so important. He thinks he's the God of the Gods! (Laughs) But he will learn that the Gods are fickle [12], and he should not have dared to think he could control us. After all, he's just a mere mortal full of himself.

Phobos: (Aggressive) We have it there. All the possible motives. Envy. Greed for power. Greed for money. Questions of prestige [13]. Such a pathetic looser.

Poseidon: (Giggles) He thought he could buy our loyalty with his wealth, but he was sorely mistaken.

Dionysus: Oh, but it was worth it [14] for the laughs! We all love it when mortals like him are put in their place.

Aphrodite: (Jubilant) We're having the time of our lives!

(All agree and cheer)

Poseidon: But enough about him. Let's talk about our followers. (Quickly shoves caviar into his mouth) The Krakowens know who and what their Gods are [15]. We can practice unhindered all sorts of wiles and trickery, and daily [...] think out more such schemes, so that everything stinks of avarice, nay, is drowned and drenched in avarice as in a great new Deluge [16].

(The Gods all laugh)

Eris: (Grins mischievously) Those gullible fools who would sacrifice their entire lives for us. (Rolls her eyes) They are so easy to manipulate.

Phobos: Worst thing is they'd do anything for us. We're like their masters. True gods!

Aphrodite: (Seductively looking at her reflection in a crystal glass) And we use our beauty and charm to make them do our bidding. (Smirks)

Hades: (Grining) As long as we have power.

Poseidon: The good masters are the Gods [17]. Gods move among men, and men among Gods [18]. Only difference? One is superior to the other.

(All laugh)

Hades: Those dickheads know who and what we are, and they still worship us. (Pauses) It's quite unsettling, really.

Pan: (Noding in agreement) Such people are insane, and I would be thought equally mad if I took anything from them as a model for myself [19].

Hades: Thank god we're not like them. We're above it all. We don't need their adoration to feel important.

Dionsysus: Who cares? As long as we have fun.

Phobos: And to think that we will sell them all the pleasures [20] they crave. The cash is flowing abundantly to Mount Krakow, akin to an endless river flowing into the ocean. Our wealth is limitless, my friends!

Poseidon: Greed, pride, wrath, insolence [21], that's all the Krakowens know to do.

(All laugh and continue devouring their feast.)

Eris: We all love it [7]. We love to mess with Jack Ma, and we love to mess with our followers.

Dionysus: (Raising his glass) Let's be Gods [22], my friends. Let's forget about reason [23] and embrace life to the fullest. To the endless parties, the exess, the never-ending casual Friday [24].

(All cheer)

(The Gods continue their revelry, as the city of Krakow lines-up in front of the temple, eager to meet their adored Gods.)

[1] Mumford, The Culture of Cities

[2] Semper, Style in the Technical and Tectonic Arts or Practical Aesthetics

[3] Serres, Statues

[4] Gothein, A History of Garden Art

[5] Koolhaas, Delirious New York

[6] Marzano, The Roman Villa in the Mediterranean Basin

[7] Koolhaas, SMLXL

[8] Koolhaas, Delirious New York

[9] Koolhaas, Elements of Architecture

[10] Greenhalgh, Coco Chanel and Igor Stravinsky

[11] Pliny, Natural History Volume 5

[12] Horace, Odes

[13] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology

[14] Hovestadt Buehlmann, Quantum City

[15] Calasso, Ardor

[16] Luther, Works of Martin Luther Vol 4

[17] Foucault, The Courage of the Truth

[18] Girard, The Scapegoat

[19] Foucault, History of Madness

[20] de Montaigne, The Complete Essays

[21] Castiglione, The Book of the Courtier

[22] Rand, The Fountainhead

[23] Serres, History of Scientific Thought

[24] Koolhaas, Junkspace with Running Room

[satoru-is-the-way]

an arranged marriage between you and namor? like ur a siren or a daughter of a sea god please.

A/N: YESSSSS also not proof read yet because 😭

(Y/n) knew this day would come. She had prepared for it her entire life. The unfortunate burden of being the next to claim the thrown, arraigned marriage. Her father Poseidon decided his reign is over with this new generation dawning the old must fade. They were not the strongest nation in the sea. An older God has claimed that title, K'uk'ulkan, or as his enemies called him Namor. Today would be a monumental event. She would meet her future husband. Namora escorted Poseidon, Amphitrite, and her through Talokan. (Y/n) couldn't help but fall in love with the people. They welcomed her with open arms, gifts, and more kind gestures. Namora leads them to a throne room. The giant shark's mouth is displayed proudly, showing the power of the Imperius Rex. "K'uk'ulkan!" The Talokanil chant as their God descends to his throne. (Y/n) couldn't deny he had the body of a God plus a handsome face to match. He picked up his spear and slammed it down causing the crowd to go silent.

"Bejla'e' damos le bienvenida k yu'ulabo'ob yéetel futuros camaradas (Today we welcome our guests and future comrades)." Namor said. (Y/n) zoned in and out of his speech. Her father truly wanted their kingdoms to become one? Or did Namor have something else in mind.

Later he requested they have a meeting in private. In his caverns to display his artwork. (Y/n) emerged from the water. Namor soon after his wings flapping to dry off. She unlike most of her people appeared normal to surface dwellers. "You wanted a meeting alone with me, Namor?"

He sighed, "Please no need for that name. We are to be married K'uk'ulkan is fine."

"I shall call you Namor until I feel you have earned my trust, loyalty, and love. I am not happy about this so cut the shit. Why do want to marry me?"

"Perhaps your father asked me. A young brat who goes against all traditions. I am doing you a favor"

Her skin boils, "Asshole. Not like I have a say in this. We are to be married by the end of this week. But don't think I will obey you." She walked past Namor running into his shoulder. The God smirked turning around to see his future queen dive back into the water. He liked her spark already.

_One Year Later_

(Y/n) walked into the cavern K'uk'ulkan covering her eyes. "Is this really necessary my love?" She questioned.

"Yes, it is. I spent a long time on this one. I wanted it to be perfect." He removed his hands. (Y/n) eyes widen to see a depiction of herself on the wall. "The first queen of Talokan." He adds.

"K'uk'ulkan..." She whispered softly.

"You know last time I remember you calling me an asshole." He smirked pulling her close.

"Hmm~ You call me a brat."

He laughed, "Well that wasn't wrong. You still can be a brat~"

"Shut up!" She huffed.

"Make me, (Y/n)" He smirked. (Y/n) raised her eyebrow pushing him against the wall.

"Maybe I should." She pulled him into a deep kiss.

[zodiacs-web]

Hey I love what you did with Poseidon x fem mermaid reader so I’m just asking could you do a part 2 like how they Ended up as a couple.

Big Heart Pt. 2

𖥔 Poseidon x F!Reader

𖥔 Synopsis: Poseidon and the Queen fall in love

𖥔 What's in the web: Fluff, not much to worry about

𖥔 Part 1

"I promise I'll be safe! The last time I went out, I was being protected!!"

Yelling at the top of your lungs, your father sighed as he was done. Done listening to your "nonsense" despite everything. Despite how hard you tried to make him listen to you, he left the room in a fury.

You also left, making your way to your quarters. Face red as the anger never subsided from you, slamming the door to your room as soon as you made it there. A chuckle left his lips as he stood near the window - which was comically bigger than him.

"Your father being a pain?" He asked, making his way over to you as you sulked in the corner.

"He doesn't trust me despite being the Queen and his daughter." You complained, eyes fixated onto the wall.

"I think you should do what you need to do." He placed his hand on your scales, caressing them ever so gently. "With the land dispute, you should claim what is yours, after all, they'll call on you eventually."

"I..."

"I'll support you through and through if it means I get to speak to you."

A blush crept onto your cheeks as you hid yourself in your arms. He was always like this, saying something sweet after a bitter encounter. Honestly, you enjoyed his caring words - and touch - that you were on the brink of overstimulation.

You shied away from the corner and went over to the door, making sure you didn't harm the man below you. Hands on it as you looked over to him, motioning him to follow you. Halls as blank as the canvas that sat in the middle of the room.

Poseidon, confused, walked over to it and caressed its sides.

"What is it for?" He turned around to look at you.

"It was for the pictures I wanted to take, yet, I forgot." You laughed. Such a simple mistake that you were too bothered with Poseidon to even care about the camera. Honestly, all of your attention was on him, he just made you feel safe in a way.

All those times he snuck you out of the house, yet your father seemingly found out faster than anything. As you sat down on the sandy rocks, watching the bubbles float out, watching as his features luminated against the sun sneaking into the water.

"Hm. I suppose your father is not going to let you out anymore."

"Yes, that is why I was wondering if you could get some for me?"

He snickered as he placed his hand over your larger one.

"Of course, after all, I want to see how it turns out."

He took his hand off yours and looked towards the canvas. He looked confused as he turned back to you then to the canvas then back to you. "Why is the canvas so small? Shouldn't it be larger?"

You giggled before handing him a small camera, the size incomparable to yours. Poseidon stared at the camera sitting in the palm of your hand. You really were big, huh? He didn't mind, he'd say he'd seen bigger, honestly. Taking into his hands, he gently fondled the buttons to the device.

"I'll be right back."

After leaving you in the room alone, you let out a deep breath. Your heart was beating so fast and you could already hear the thumping in your ears. Despite knowing him for a short amount of time, you've fallen hard and quickly.

Wiggling on spot, your mind only rushed with fantasies of being with the god. Face turned red as more and more thrilling tales passed through the bundle of your mind. A smile on your face yet turned to ruin as the reason for rejection filled your space like water.

Rejection.

What if he rejected you? You'd be a fool if he ever rejected you and the fact that you've fallen quickly is just another shot to your brain. You couldn't handle the bursts of emotion you were having at the moment as you left the room in a hurry.

He'd be back in a few minutes? An hour? You didn't know, but at least you had time to process your thoughts. For one, you cannot confess to him at this time. You wanted to know more about him in general and confessing would probably ruin your friendship, yes? Yes!

After a while of waiting, you heard him return from the journey. You smiled when had a pile of photos in his hand and the camera in the other.

"Welcome back. Did you manage to figure out how to work the camera properly?"

"Yes, I did. Here you go."

Placing the camera in your hands, you placed it on top of a drawer and held your hand out for the photos. Your smile grew wider as you took a peek at the photos contents.

"Thank you Poseidon. I'll repay the favor one day."

"No need. We are friends after all."

That kind of hurt. You smiled sheepishly before setting the photos down somewhere else. Your hands now together as you played with the roughness of your skin.

"Yes. Friends."

"Anyways, I need to go. I've got a meeting to attend to."

"I see. Bye-Bye!"

You sighed once he left. You truly couldn't handle these feelings of yours. Whining in the confine of your room, you couldn't understand what made you this way, you adored him as a friend, but there was something more.

It's been a few months now and Poseidon keeps sneaking you out. You're grateful while suffering from this flux of emotions embalming your entire body. And after that you wanted to confess. At this time it's okay, right? But first, your project.

Being the only larger mermaid in the entire kingdom had its problems and one of them was doing the little project before you. Managing to get some servants to help you complete it, you stared at the canvas filled with the photos of the ocean. Eye somehow bigger than canvas itself, drawing a bit of insecurity from you.

A collage if you will. You planned it to be a 'thank you gift' for him, but now it's your emotional support object in order to release these feelings. Releasing a deep breath, you patiently waited for the god to arrive and present him this.

It was almost unbearable, waiting, and maybe telling him the writing on your guts. You squeaked once you heard the door open, making you quickly turn around, yet hitting things over while you're at it. You placed your hands over your mouth while you and him stared at the mess.

"Sorry." You mumbled, feeling embarrassed as the minutes passed by.

"So, what did you want to show me?" He asked, hand on his hips as he watched you.

"I finished the project I showed you a few months ago." You moved towards the collage that was momentarily turned around. "You can go ahead and look at it."

He walked towards the canvas, slow movements making you shiver in delight. A smile rose onto his face as he finally noticed the collage, a smile that made your heart beat fast.

"So...?"

"I love it! It embodies the ocean very wonderfully."

"You did take the pictures though." You laughed.

"Ah...I did."

"Anyways, I wanted to give it to you!" You played with the skin of your hand once more. "As a thank you gift for being my friend and the only person to treat me as an adult."

He laughed as he made his way over and placed his hand on your scales, caressing them like before.

"Also I...!"

You stopped.

"You what?"

"I..." You gasped. "really like you."

The blush now present on your face and your mind screaming the loudest it can. He stood there, shocked yet relieved, a hand placed on his heart as he let out a breath. This happened too quick your mind was running off fumes, at this point.

"I'm so happy." He looked up towards you. "I thought you only saw me as a friend."

"I do see you as a friend, but now with these feelings I..."

"I like you too."

He chuckled once he fully realized the tiny redness on your face appear on your face so suddenly.

"Hm, cute."

You whined for a moment before asking the question, "So, do you wish to be with me?"

"Of course. I'd die if I couldn't be near that big heart of yours."

[sashi-ya]

➡𝐈𝐌-𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐀, 𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐒, 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒. a theory. ⚡ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ. ᴏᴘ ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ Sᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀs

So, since last week when ch. 1060 was released I've been thinking of something. As I adressed some days ago here. So... Many have said that Im’s weapon was something similar to a spaceship while I do not see that AT ALL. In my opinion that thing looks pretty much like a snake or a dragon. So, many people in the community thought -as well as I did- that that weapon can be no other than Uranus, right? And it makes a lot of sense that Im has an ancestral weapon since what could give them such power if not something that scary? How could they be the king of the world if they don’t have an extremely powerful tool so nobody can defeat them?

Ok, so, let’s say that that thing that destroyed Lulusia was no other than the third ancestral weapon, Uranus. Right? It would make so much sense since we know that Pluton (Ruler of Hell) is buried under Wano, Poseidon (God of the Seas) is Shirahoshi who can control the sea kings and Uranus is meant to be the God of Heavens (Zeus)… so, where should Uranus live if not in the sky? Then it would be logical to think that, that thing that sent 16 destructive (that number is hella important, too. But I will discuss it later) presumably rays from heaven to the earth is in fact Uranus.

Now, back to what Uranus might be: - Pluton is probably a machine since it has plans (those Franky burned and memorized during Ennies Lobby), - Shirahoshi, a person, is Poseidon. - What could Uranus be? Probably a creature. And… do you remember what Roger had on his ship when we saw the flashbacks of him getting to Laugh Tale? The damn EGG that we only saw but had 0 info about it. So, what kind of animals hatch from eggs? Birds, and reptiles. REPTILES…. Snakes… dragons… Oh, and do dragons fly?

Surely they do, right? And… do you remember who lives over the fucking red line? YES, the CELESTIAL DRAGONS… Oh, and what is the celestial dragon’s mark? Yes! No other than “the Hoof of the Soaring Dragon”! That mark used to identify their slaves, as if the hoof of a dragon over their backs was their superiority putting a step over them. But wait… there is more! do you remember Punk Hazard? There were dragons, that were created by Vegapunk… but for who? So… what if VP who works for the WG has been asked by them to create dragons that would be similar to Uranus?

Good good, now let me show you WHY everything made sense now. So, I was scrolling through twitter where I saw someone posted a cropped photo of Zoro and Chopper. That photo came from Volume 82’s colour spread. Let me show you…

Now, take a closer look at Zoro’s clothing… doesn’t it look like a snake? Somehow like a dragon? And isn’t he looking UP? The light comes from the hanabi up in the sky! Usopp is pointing at it, they are all beautifully being illuminated by it… so, does this reminds you of something? It does for me… I don’t know but you, but what Zoro’s yukata has printed in it seems pretty similar to the silhouette over Lulusia…

But, you could say, Sashi… wtf has Zoro to do with this? well I don’t know, but we don’t really know a lot about Zoro either… so, let’s discuss what we DO know and why it might be linked to it then:

He is linked to Ryuma in some way. Not only he looks exactly like Ryuma when he was young, but he also fought him and the samurai gave Zoro his Shusui.

Shusui, the katana that killed that DRAGON attacking Wano, for which Ryuma became a Wano heroe.

Zoro, who defeated King (with Enma, let me tell you about this later pls) USING THE SAME TECHNIQUE. Both panels from when Shimotsuki Ryuma defeated the dragon (you can read it in Wanted) and Zoro’s cut King’s DRAGON attack are EXACTLY THE SAME.

also... for some reason, Dragon the leader of the RA visited Koshiro while Zoro was just a little kid training at the Shimotsuki village… why? Maybe they know something else about Zoro. Specially because we know he arrived to the village all of a sudden (that said by Koshiro to him when he thanked Zoro for being Kuina’s friend)

Cool, now, let me address something that’s also linked to Zoro, and it is about Enma and AME NO HABAKIRI. Both Oden’s swords. Enma, given by Hiyori to Zoro, and Ame being now on Momo’s hands. I have a theory that -of course wasn’t a prediction, but still is related- speaks about this… do you know what Ame no Habakiri means? Feathery Cutter of HEAVEN/ SNAKE-SLAYER. Snake… heaven…

So, we could say Zoro is related to dragons a LOT, and, even if it might be just a coincidence (at this point, there aren’t coincidences in Oda’s drawings but let’s say there are) I wouldn’t be surprised that he used our precious marimo to give us some kind of foreshadowing there… maybe a little hint of his past? Who knows, maybe he will be the one who slays that snake during the ultimate war…?

But wait… there is even more. Let’s go back to the look of that silhouette in the sky… what if it’s not some kind of snake related to Japanese culture but from Mayans? Yes! Do you know Quetzalcoatl? The feathered serpent? Let me show you a little bit of this beautiful creature!

You have the FEATHERY SERPENT (ame no habakiri) form and the God form… also the Temple of Quetzalcoatl in Teotihuacan (moon and sun pyramids) , Mexico (I’ve been there several times and it’s AMAZING)

Awesome so, does this remind you of something? It does to me… SKYPIEA! So, you probably remember Skypiea’s snake, don’t you? And also their architecture… pretty similar to these ones, right?

Cool. That’s good… now, who was the bad guy in Skypiea? Enel, right? And which was Enel’s power? RAYS! And didn’t he create the “Raigo” (Advent of Thunder)? That ball was pretty similar to the thing that destroyed Lulusia!

NO, BUT WAIT THERE IS MORE!!! THERE IS A CERTAIN ATTACK ENEL USES AGAINST LUFFY, IN WHICH, OF COURSE, IT DOES ANYTHING TO HIM SINCE HE IS MADE OF GUM… YES, THUNDER DRAGON!! Again… DRAGONS!

The dragon and snake pattern KEEPS repeating!! This is a plain parallelism with Skypeia (not to mention Nika being first addressed RIGHT THERE WITH FUCKING DRUMS! You know, now we know Luffy is in fact Nika)

But, even if everything looks "similar" we have to get something in consideration... there has been a little bit of confussion regarding those "rays" destroying Lulusia. Many people -myself included at first- thought of them being lightining like Enel's. However, if you take a closer look at how Oda draws lighting you can see how different those falling from the sky to Lulusia are to Enel's.

While lighting is always depicted with zig zag motions, Imu's attak look different. They are straight and have no continuation. (YES, IT IS ODA, IT'S IMPORTANT)

And so I thought of... if those are not lightings... what could be "spitted" by a dragon then (if not fire?) well... do you remember Kaido's attacks? Bolo Breaths look pretty similar, huh? Isn't Kaido a Dragon?

But wait, please, I know you are actually hating me RN for this… BUT I have more.

You know Enel did manage to get to the moon, right? Yep, he did. So, look what he found when he arrived to the moon? YES, THOSE CUTE CHOPPER LOOKING HABITANTS! And look what they are showing him? OH HELL YES.

A sun with SIXTEEN swirls (swirls that look like Luffy’s eyebrows when in gear 5th), Humans (that look pretty much like Mayans and Quetzalcoatl itself in his God form), probably… Lunarians? An ARC (Noah), Sea kings and AND THAT THING THAT LOOK LIKE A FUCKING SNAKE.

So can we please PLEASE start thinking URANUS IS A FUCKING SNAKE/DRAGON? Thank you.

Now, I promise I will shut up after this… You know Uranus, the planet? (jokes aside, please)

So Uranus is the seventh planet from the Sun (16 rays ➡ 1+6= 7 -also remember Doffy’s attack 16 HOLY BULLETS? I mean that man knows the secret of Marie Joise after all-)… and it is called that way of course because of the God Uranus, but… do you know that Uranus is an ICE planet?

Do you remember where does Im-sama have that GIANT strawhat? YES, FUCKING ICE.

So tell me… does Im come from the outer space? Which is their connection to Uranus? Do they have the ancestral weapon Uranus? What is their connection? Idk, but I’m sure all of this has to hide some kind of hint.

[lestwritewhilewaitingforajobcall]

The Spark That Split the Seas - Poseidon x Reader x Thor

(A/N)

Hey guys I’m back! I’ve been grinding hard for a new character that I’d gotten in this game, Genshin Impact, so I’m sorry for the absence! Anyways, as always, I want to thank you all for the support on my past two stories and on my account, I truly appreciate every one of you! On a story-related note, since I’d mentioned on my previous post that I had a lot of Poseidon x Reader x Thor fics written in my drafts, I decided to post one so you guys could also join me in the feels! Any feedback would be appreciated! This was originally shorter than the final story you’re seeing now, as I’d first only written their dialogues, but as usual, I excitedly itched into making a story out of it!

This is for entertainment only. Record of Ragnarok belongs to Shinya Umemura, Takumi Fukui and Ajichika. I also do not own you, the reader.

The Spark That Split the Seas

Poseidon x Reader x Thor

For more than all the millennia the gods and other species alike had known the lonely kingdom of Atlantis, never once did the crashing waves gave way to the chirping of the largest Albatrosses until now. Otherworldly flying creatures joined with the familiar exclusively earthly ones in enjoying the ebb and flow of the ocean, albeit this time, the hungry ocean appeared more satiated and seemed to follow a regular pattern ‘from sudden crash to a long calm, to crash again then back to another lengthy calm;’ life in the sea rejoiced in this odd occurrence.

Beautiful yellow sun rays poured through the stained-glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope pattern on the large interiors of the kingdom ruled by the god of the seas, and catching the reflection of his nonchalant visage. The long, elegant dining table filled with every kind of seafood delectable imaginable also fell victim to the light, along with a figure that sat down opposite, whose invitation was clear.

Hidden from this heavenly atmosphere were the prying eyes of a little messenger bird who stood unobtrusively behind one of the tall pillars near the far end of the room, halting his slide just in time to witness this miracle:

The living bearer of the most fearsome title, the ruler of both this grandiose palace of the most precious gems and coral and all the oceans and waters, the almighty Poseidon, though against all reason and self-proved authority whatsoever, against the epics of Greek poets, was indulged, seemingly willingly, in the pleasure of having another’s company. In the shadows, Hermes’ red eyes shot wide open in shock.

Poseidon, the ever abrupt and rude god who had deemed most beings to be below him, received a guest, a still breathing one at that.

What in the gods’ name?

In a tone of haughty contempt, a grunt escaped from Poseidon’s lips. Finishing chewing the last bite of delicious food in your mouth, you nodded your head in earnest agreement with his point. Your next words were uttered with the firmness of an old sage who had all the answers, your beliefs shaped by the countless lifetimes you had lived.

“Existing is painful.” Your shoulders bobbed with your chuckle.

Although Poseidon felt a small measure of relief−a feeling that by habit had always been easy to brush-off with a condescending thought, his face betrayed nothing as his stoic features remained still. “If you agree, then why not allow me to kill you this instant?” As if to emphasize his strength, the crashing sound of dreadful combat between waves and rocks rang in the air, and you almost wished that a low rumble of thunder accompanied it, finding beauty in its loud peals, and additionally giving a volume of inspiration to Michelangelo below.

Despite your gaze being unrequited, you were sure you had the god’s attention. Since arriving here, Poseidon noted that your expression had always been smoothed into a calm, smiling one. “If you had intended to kill me, we would not be having this conversation right now.”

Poseidon sat rigid and silent.

“It’s a comfortingly tragic drama, my circle of life. I may not have been lucky to acquire a life as long as that of the gods, but I have definitely lived more times than you have.” Your words were so nonchalant, for a second there Poseidon thought you were kidding.

“That is for the simple fact that you mortals are weak, pathetic.” Lips as pink as young petunias touched the clear edge of the wine glass as Poseidon’s eyes closed, content to give over to listen.

“Yes, we are.” You paused. “But because of this frailty, we learned to adapt, evolve.”

“There is no need for evolution if you are perfect from the moment of conception. Hence why gods such as I, will always be above you.”

“You’re correct. Humans will never become gods after all,” Again, Poseidon found himself absorbing your words like a sponge. At the same time, he experienced an occasional sharp prick at the edge of his emotions, as if signaling him to pull back. “The same as gods will never become like humans.”

“Extremely foolish of you to think that trash is worthy of the shiniest Orichalcum. Your race has been created by us, for us, and will therefore always be inferior.”

“Humans are inferior in all aspects, this, is a fact. It is hence no accident that there is a history of rebellion and consequently, a false notion of superiority. But to be able to look beyond this, is to understand that we never truly intended to surpass animals nor the gods themselves. The nature of our desire: everything was meant for either survival or man’s search for meaning.

“We are by nature flawed and inconsistent creatures. And as you have no doubt seen for yourself as well, despite reaching all our goals, achieving our wildest dreams, we have never reached a position where satisfaction is achieved.” Keenness made your words sound almost heroic. There was a twinkle in your eye and a lilt in your voice, and Poseidon found that now he had a much clearer picture of your reputation for an irrepressible desire to see what is beyond your reach as you questioned: “If I may ask, as I have seen the gods share this sentiment of looking for meaning, do you feel an inkling of the same?”

When Poseidon had put the wine glass down, he hesitated a moment, his supposedly closed mind wavering between doubt and certainty. He would never come to understand this, nor admit to feeling this dissonance, but at last, he shook his head at his consideration, trying to reduce the unpleasantness he felt by the same way he had always used to get out of extremely rare difficulties.

“Do not disrespect me, mortal.” He knew himself that it was an empty threat.

“Those were never my intentions.” You bowed with great respect, but there was at the same time apparent in your manner the consciousness that while Poseidon would never in any way confirm your statement, he did not necessarily refute it. Your heart rose in gratitude as you regarded him with a look of affection, believing in your intellectual companionship.

“Lord Poseidon, as the fearsome god of the seas, what is the meaning of life for you?” The god surveyed your reflection in one of the golden plates, and maybe it was because he had acted in a charitable way towards you, but he saw brightness, a refreshing difference, as if there were no heavy shackles to weigh you down.

“My husband has always been in search of a worthy opponent. What about you?”

It was like a pin came dangerously close to the rational bubble of Poseidon’s beliefs. But then your words penetrated his mind, and he berated himself for almost falling prey, yet…

“Perfection.” Poseidon blurted out loud, full of self-indulgence, but uncomfortable with the thought of pity reeking from his pores, a role that was clearly uncharacteristic of him.

Tilting your head, your brows meshed inquisitively upon hearing this. “This presents the conundrum; you are already perfect, as should all the gods. Since you have explained, gods have always been pristine, perfect, the moment you all were born.

“So, if you have already achieved the meaning and purpose of your life, what is there left to live for?” There was something entrancing in your guileless form, and Poseidon was displeased that another should feel such an interest in your wise, unguarded character. “And if gods have already reached perfection, why is there an endeavor still for the dross of earth?”

For the first time in Poseidon’s life, he was receptive of contraries. Not one single time, had he ever been in the position where he listened, much more considered the act of interpretation. What he said goes, but for some frustrating reason, he was coming to terms of mutual respect; whenever he was sitting opposite you, chin in hand, the more he caught the flame.

Quickly, he stopped that train of thought and he seamed his mouth, stoic. Only his eyes betrayed a spark of defiance. “Stop asking ridiculous questions.”

Again, you bowed. “I apologize if I have overstepped such boundaries.”

“You better be.” With a look of eager inquiry, Poseidon asked, “Why are you not afraid of me? Is it because you are confident Thor would protect you?” One thing that distressed him was that the more he was alone with you, the more he saw your hands, always ungloved, noticed the wedding-ring on your finger. That closed circle excluded him, his face registering the insult. “As expected from a repulsive weakling,”

“No. I know he would be there for me whenever I should need him, and also the times when I don’t.” You said still a smile on your mouth.

Although you were unaware of the eagle eyes that were watching your every move, you had the instinct. You did not need all the information, and you had nothing to hide. Your shoulders were loose, back wasn’t ramrod straight and you exuded a carefree attitude. “The sole reason why my fears have dissipated is because perhaps, I enjoy your conversation.”

To say this whole exchange took Hermes by surprise would be an understatement. After the initial expression of shock, he laughed lowly.

You continued, “I have already accepted your beliefs. No one is entitled to those except yourself.

“If I were to die from imparting what my beliefs are, that is simply fate, a tragedy, but nonetheless, fate. Of course, I would try my best to avoid disappearing from this lifetime, seeing as I have made a promise with my husband, to continue to fight for my life, shall needed, until the very end.” Poseidon’s grip tightened the slightest bit.

“I believe that despite our obvious differences, we are simply two being who each have our own unique experiences that shape our views and beliefs. For hundreds of millennia, I’d seen calamity from all angles; mainly conflicts over a universal truth,

“But so long as there are questions, there will never be one solid concrete truth. And I’m okay with that.” You concluded.

Compliments never rolled off Poseidon’s tongue easily, since in his view they were nothing but hollow words. But this time, he could hardly slip a word in bad taste. He thought it pleasant to hear you, but it could not distract him from the uninvited presence in his throne room.

“You’re a heretic.” His usual strong voice beckoned your attention, discerning the sternness on the table of his expression to be forced. No matter, you had just enough of a last glimpse to see his face looking younger in repose.

“I have been labeled as such.” You noticed the unique rhythm of the crashing waves seemed to have settled along the sand grains, and you admitted it was so beautiful and timeless.

“You’re dismissed.” Poseidon believed in being straightforward with affairs. Since the conversation has ended, the final interchange of words was not likely to be a substantive one. Though this was his original reason, the face at the forefront of his mind right now was not yours but Hermes’.

You stood up and curtsied to show your gratitude. “Very well. It was splendid to be in your company this afternoon.”

Blue eyes followed you as you began walking away, and he watched you until you went out of sight when you began to ascend the Skíðblaðnir, a ship so completely reserved only for you by the Kingdom of the Norse. Then Poseidon’s ears turned toward the messenger’s direction.

Hermes quickly dashed to Poseidon and knelt to greet him with such a great respect akin to the expectations all elderly gods have always expected of their younger ones.

“We gods are perfect beings from the very start; therefore, we do not plot schemes nor engage in disagreements.” The implication registered with a jolt, and Hermes felt his mouth open as the real reason for your invitation became clear. He fought the urge to look at where Adamas had died brutally as a lowlife, not failing to recognize that this was the exact opposite of that faded history.

Finding quiet when Hermes immediately left, the god of the seas stared at his dominion, taking deep breaths of the air, not feeling the normal icy sting carried by the ocean. Over again he dwelt upon in his conversations with you, interested to find out if the Norse god of thunder had been able to sustain a similar type of conversation.

The very first quiver of interest sparked through Poseidon and though he did not recognize it nor perceived it, he understood the most important things, the only ones he ever needed to:

You did not seek validation nor attention. You had no fear of death, neither of the hardships of life.

Your depths of wisdom were unparalleled throughout the realms, which he would comment on its wasted potential, however, he knew Hermes already understood that part of it.

And the god of messenger did, as the word got around slowly but surely:

“There would always be those who dare to brave the ocean’s roar, but there was only one who withstood it.”

[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n, tubbo and jack - we built a boat

requested: yes/no

this is part 10 to the great adventures series

you didn’t actually expect to be filming a vlog with tubbo and jack today, you were spending one of you last days away from home with lani at the beach, not knowing that tubbo and jack would make you join them. you ended up finding several rocks you liked and ran off to pick them up thinking tubbo would like them, so you put them in your pocket. whilst you were collecting rocks, lani was on the phone to tubbo letting him know you were actually at the beach if he wanted you to join him in the vlog.

“wait y/ns there? put them on the phone.”

“they’re in the water.”

“why?”

“ill ask, Y/N WHY ARE YOU IN THE WATER?!”

“I FOUND A ROCK THAT MATCHES RANBOOS BRAND BUT A WAVE TOOK IT AWAY FROM ME AND IM NOT LETTING POSEIDON WIN!”

“yeah they’re fighting Poseidon, where are you going to be? ill bring them to you.”

few minutes later you made your way to lani drenched in water.

“i fell…stop laughing!”

“im not!”

“you’re eyes are literally watering because you’re holding in your laughter, anyway look what i got you!”

you placed a clear quartz crystal and a piece of sea glass in lanis hand.

“thank you y/n!! wait this isn’t like your other rocks?”

“i know!! it’s clear quartz and sea glass. i felt like you should have it! i think it’s because i won the battle with Poseidon!”

“you fell.”

“shut up!”

“are you staying at ours again tonight?”

“think so… wanna turn the crystal into a necklace?”

“definitely!”

lani ended up taking you to where tubbo was, but didn’t tell you what was happening, you only found out when you looked up to see jack recording you and lani.

“hold up, guest appearance.”

“oh hi lani…y/n, guess what?”

you looked down to see the boat.

“oh fuck no!”

you walked away laughing, tubbo followed after you dragging you back to the others.

“they said they can’t wait to go on the boat with us jack!”

“how likely is he to be able to build this?? how likely are me and y/n going to drown??”

“uhm good chances!”

“of what?”

“lani, am i going to live or die?”

you laughed as lani walked away shrugging.

“tubbo how much money did you spend on this…”

“£50.”

“oh great i’m drowning today!”

you stood next to jack tilting your head as tubbo attached the sail to the pole.

“just remember if you two die, i’m in your will.”

“i didn’t write a will.”

“well that was your first mistake y/n did!”

“tubbo gets my rock collection, tommy gets whatever he wants just not the rock collection, ranboo gets whatever tommy doesn’t want, and you get what ranboo doesn’t want.”

a few minutes later you helped tubbo put the sail up whilst jack stood filming you both.

“this looks unsafe..”

“and muddy.”

“it’s unsafe and muddy but we’re trying our best.”

“jack didn’t do anything.”

“rude!”

you stood next to lani trying to convince her to go on the boat so you didn’t have to as tubbo tried to lasso jack. after being told no several times, you stood with jack whilst tubbo began to tie a figure of 8, you watched as tubbo began teaching you how to actually tie a figure of 8 using a really morbid story.

“…heh”

“why was that so morbid?”

“we like death on the tubbo channel!”

“i want to go home!”

“no!”

“okay!”

the three of you began to carry the boat out to the sea, however you crashed into something straight away.

“could be worse…could have hit a member of the public.”

“IM TRYING!”

“i can tell…it’s not good enough but i can tell.”

“…TO HIT SOMEONE!”

“NO!”

“my bad T bo!”

“what the fuck did you call me?”

as you were getting ready to go down the ramp, lani looked directly at you and tubbo who were now trying to push each other into the water.

“try not to hit little people in the water!”

“little people…”

“shall we waterproof up?”

you turned around a minute later only to have tubbo holding his phone up to your face after annoying jack with it .

“say hello.”

“hi there , please send help. i’m going to die!”

“ignore y/n, they’re just dramatic..i wouldn’t let them drown.”

you helped tubbo get the boat into the water as jack filmed the pair of you .

“it’s cold.”

“i’ve been in here before…i fell.”

“how cold was it?”

“very.”

“the weed of the sea is in my feet.”

“ew! what the fuck!”

lani noticed you had all let go of the boat and yelled at you all to grab the boat before it left you all behind, jack, and tubbo got in the boat, however you refused as lani kept yelling that the trailer was on.

“oh we’ve left the trailer on.”

“that’s what lani has been saying.”

tubbo got off to untie the trailer and you stood nervously laughing as the wheel fell off .

“i'm actually going to die!”

“it’s fineee!”

you helped jack get out the boat, so you could all fix the boat.

“he thinks we could be doing better.”

“i think everyone could think that.”

jack got on the boat first, then tubbo, who then helped you get onto the boat.

“off we go!”

for the first five minutes, the three of you sat yelling at each other what you all should be doing to make the boat go forwards.

“i quite like this.”

“we’re not moving!”

“exactly!”

soon enough you had figured it all out and waved goodbye to the others after they gave you a thumbs up.

“TO FRANCE!”

“so now what do we do?”

“pray.”

“heh?”

“to what?”

“god..say your final goodbyes we’re going to die!”

“hey that rhymed, you’re a genius!”

at this point the boat had completely stopped moving, however tubbo didn’t think this was the case, and began trying to turn the boat around as it was apparently going to shore, despite the fact you and jack were telling him you all hadn’t moved.

“so what’s the sail for?”

“i mean jack has a point you are paddling.”

“luck!”

“….HEH?”

“y/n you talk to technoblade too much.”

“i’ve been saying heh before i met tommy, what the fuck?”

“jack go up to the front, so y/n can sit next to me.”

jack moved and you sat next to tubbo.

“so how long does it take to go to france?”

“ahh you know, about 20 minutes.”

“how fast do you think we’re going bud?”

“on a, on a, on a train.”

“how would you get the train?”

“i don’t think the train can go across this..”

rather than answering that question tubbo decided he made a hit list.

“we’re going to just go through here.”

“…through where?”

“between the people.”

“NO!”

“you’re creating unnecessary danger.”

you and tubbo started bickering about why he suddenly decided that he was going to hit a bunch of people with the boat for no reason.

“fine you take control y/n!”

“tubbo you were going to kill them!”

“that’s just part of the sailing life!”

you just stared at tubbo shaking your head slightly, trying to process what just happened, then all of a sudden tubbo got up and put you in charge of controlling the boat. you were surprisingly good at it, which was lucky for tubbo and jack who were now leaning out of the boat claiming that they were hiking. they only stopped when the boat began to go faster and noticed you had no idea what you were doing.

“y/n is going to be the reason we crash!”

“yeah i will!”

“why do you sound happy about that?”

“eta france?”

“any second now.”

you decided to focus on making sure the boat was going where you wanted it to go, whilst the others yelled out to the sea occasionally yelling phrases in french as they claimed they could see the french. well you think tubbo was yelling phrases in french, however halfway through you were convinced he started just yelling things in a french accent as he revealed he didn’t actually know french, resulting in jack asking to go to russia as he knows russian.

“y/n, sail is to russia!”

“you know what i don’t wanna drive here you go jack it’s your turn.”

“I DONT KNOW HOW TO DRIVE!”

“we’re sick of this shit aren’t we y/n, jack take that…you’re on the wrong side switch sides with us.”

you all swapped sides and you and tubbo sat with your arms around each other instructing jack how to sail .

“yeah, yeah, yeah.”

“thats good now turn us and we’ll be in the wind.”

“we’re about to catch the wind.”

“JACK MANIFOLD GET READY!”

you all swapped sides again and tubbo whispered in your ear, as you sat next to him, about making the boat capsize so jack would go into the water, jack ended up doing a lot better than you and tubbo did, and you all actually started going pretty fast. however, there was absolutely no way you’d get to land any time soon. you sat laughing with tubbo whilst jack yelled about how he was a fisherman, and that’s why he was doing so well and how he studied their fins so he could find out how fish swim.

“for a £50 boat it’s done us well, look we’re sailing, the water cleaned the boat.”

“we havent died.”

“im a little wet, but not too bad.”

“must be nice.”

“oh yeah you fell earlier.”

“how?”

“they were fighting Poseidon.”

“huh?”

“they probably found a rock they liked and went to get it but it ended up in water.”

“…yeah.”

you all ended up catching the wind and tubbo decided to make you and jack do reaction images.

“help girl, i don’t know how to sail.”

“okay jack your turn, drive and film.”

“hey look i’m filming and driving!”

“no film me and y/n!”

jack filmed the pair of you, tubbo had his arm around you to prevent you from falling out of the boat as you had a habit of leaning out the boat to touch the water. you had no idea what to do so ended up copying tubbo, the pair of you took off your hats .

“tips fedora…what do you want to name our boat?”

“tubboat!”

“no way..”

“THE TUBBOATS REAL NOW!!”

it was around now you and tubbo claimed you were all drifting out to sea, and to just let the wind take you wherever it wants to, whereas jack claimed the boat wasn’t moving at all. you pointed at a boat which was moving a lot quicker than you were.

“HES GOT WIND!”

“WHERES OUR WIND?”

“he stole our wind.”

“we’re stranded jack,y/n.”

you noticed lani and waved out to her.

“LANI!”

“jacks sailing, hes getting sailing tips from my cousins!”

“great can he take us to land?”

“no.”

“YO WERE ZOOMING!”

“i hope we don’t capsize..”

“why would we?”

tubbo looked at you and you nodded back at him.

“hey jack we’re gonna tip this boat!”

and with that the pair of you stood up and began tipping the boat over whilst laughing.

“SUCKER WERE STILL DRY!”

“tubbo i’m about to fall!”

tubbo grabbed your hand keeping you up on the boat with him, you both even managed to get back in the boat without getting wet.

“no, if i’m in you have to be in too.”

jack pushed tubbo into the water tubbo then went on to pull you into the water with him.

“NO!”

“IM FREEZING!”

tubbo helped you onto the boat first as this was the second time you ended up in the water, and you were quite clearly cold, he got on after you. you sat on the boat as he filmed the outro and jumped back into the water. once jack ended the recording, you reached out your hand to tubbo helping him back onto the boat. the way back to shore was you and tubbo clinging onto each other trying to warm up, and the three of you making shit jokes, and enjoying each other’s company. you even made a few more plans for when ranboos in the uk. few hours later you had said goodbye to jack and went back to tubbos house, tubbo let you shower first while he stayed with lani as she streamed.

“chuck your clothes outside the door, i’ll put them in the dryer whilst you shower. you can change into these.”

tubbo gave you a hoodie from his merch collection that would be dropping soon, along with your pyjama pants, 30 minutes later you sat with lani whilst tubbo went off to shower, lani ended up finishing the stream after 15 minutes.

“wanna make the necklaces lani?”

“i’d love to!”

not long later tubbo joined the pair of you.

“oooh tubbo i got you some more rocks, they're over there with your phone.”

you ended up making a couple of them into necklaces for him, so the the three of you had something to help you remember the day.

“y/n, i hope you’re enjoying your stay, youll practically be living here for a few month soon.”

“wait their parents said yes?!”

“what are you all talking about?”

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aight, snowball fight with leo and percy. i feel like there’s a way for them both to cheat somehow and they use it to their advantage 😌

Christmas 2021 Masterlist

Let's go! My last one of this month :)

-Asnyox

Dec. 28th - Unfair Advantage (Poly!Lercy)

As soon as you had woken up you made sure to put on some extra layers. Chiron had announced that today he would let snow through, and therefore it would be considerably colder than before and you were excited. You had been trying all week to get people to promise you to do a snowball fight, but in the end only Leo and Percy agreed, both eager to play in the snow.

What you hadn’t expected was the fact that they were both filthy cheaters. You gasped in disbelief as Leo melted another snowball coming his way, laughing as he accidentally also melted the snowball he was creating in his other hand.

“This is unfair!” You yelled as you threw another snowball his way and he grinned.

“All is fair in love and war, (Y/n).” Percy said from behind you, and as you turned around you were facing an immense pile of snowballs.

“How did you-” You started to ask only to realize that that son of Poseidon-

“Water powers work on snow too, to some extent,” Percy smirked, “Duck!” You quickly jumped out of the way as Percy started bombarding Leo with snowballs, actually hitting the son of Hephaestus once or twice.

You just sat on the cold snow, looking at your friends brutally fighting for victory against one another. You slowly started to understand why people didn’t want to do a snowball fight with these two, as they both were no match for ordinary demigods. Quickly though, both boys realized that you had stopped participating in the fight, and as Leo took a straight hit from Percy when he looked at you, Percy also noticed your discontented face.

Both boys slowly made their ways away from their forts and towards you, still eyeing one another suspiciously.

“Hey,” Percy said and you ignored him. He sighed and exchanged a look with Leo.

“You don’t seem to be having fun, huh.” Leo stated as he squatted down. You just shook your head, glaring at the boys before you.

“It’s not fun when you two cheat like this,” you huffed, “I mean, I am no match and both of you were just trying to beat the other!”

“Ah, yeah, sorry,” Percy scratched the back of his neck, “We went a little overboard. How about we team up against Leo.” he suggested as Leo’s face shot up to look at the son of Poseidon.

“Hey! That’s unfair, (Y/n) is way too good to be on your team!” he protested, “Look, (Y/n), team up with me. I’ll protect us and you can throw snowballs.”

“Ah, yes, discuss your top secret strategy in front of the enemy, Valdez.” Percy rolled his eyes to you.

“At least we have a strategy!” Leo shot back and you snickered, getting the attention of both boys.

“See, that’s the face we wanted.” Percy smiled proudly and Leo nodded, “You still need to pick a team though, so who will it be?”

“I think (Y/n) should join our team,” the voice of Annabeth piped up from behind you. You turned around to see quite a lot of your friends there, “Us all against you two, to make it a little fair.” She challenged Leo and Percy, who in turn exchanged a look.

“We want (Y/n).” Leo demanded and Annabeth laughed.

“And give you that advantage? You bet.” She grabbed your arm and pulled you up, “The fight starts in 30 minutes. Good luck.” you both walked away and you stuck your tongue out to the boys as you left them behind, that’s what they get for cheating during your snowball fight.