#also i routinely join Roman

[pandagobrr]

I need to know what episode this is from.

I cannot over express how much ‘join me, no thinking’ has become part of my regular rhetoric it’s so fkn funny to me

It is still one of my favourite lines ever 😂

[prettyfilmz]

ACTS OF SERVICE • JIMMY USO

authors note: hey friends! I’m back with the second installment of my love language series this time with mr. jonathan fatu himself ughh i miss my thick daddy anyways🤭 i hope you enjoy this one, up next is our OTC roman reigns🙂‍↕️ (also shoutout to my rn/cna followers, as an upcoming cna myself I dedicate this to you and I 💗)

summary: after a stressful day at the hospital, jimmy knows just what to do to melt the stress away from your day.

warnings: 18+ (you better go play with them school books before you play wimme) porn w/smidge of plot, dom! jimmy uso x sub! fem reader, reader is black, reader is a nurse, unprotected sex (be smart and wrap the peen), cunnilingus, daddy kink, doggy style, lil bit of spanking (one single spank), dirty talk, small bit aftercare at the end.

word count: 1.5k words

after twelve grueling hours at the hospital, you stepped through the front door of your apartment, body aching with exhaustion and strain. you drop your bag and kick off your pink crocs, the soft thud barely registering in your brain. but what did catch your attention was the sight of jimmy lounging on the couch, a warm grin already spreading across his face.

“hey, pretty mama,” he greeted you, standing up and meeting you halfway, wrapping his strong arms around your frame and pressing a slow, deep kiss to your glossed lips. his mouth lingered against yours, the warmth and familiarity of it immediately melting away a fraction of your tension.

“hey baby,” you whisper, pulling away to head straight for the shower. jimmy watched you retreat with that same smile, knowing exactly what you need. it had become your unspoken routine—he knew you better than anyone, and that extended to the smallest details, like your need to wash away the stress of the day before you could fully unwind.

while you showered, jimmy moved to the bedroom, pulling out one of his oversized shirts and a pair of soft cotton panties. laying them neatly on the bed, he grinned to himself, knowing how much you loved lounging in his clothes. the subtle scent of him would cling to your skin, providing an extra sense of security.

when you emerged from the bathroom, your brown skin still damp and flushed, white towel barely hanging onto your curves, you spot him standing by the foot of the bed. “you didn’t have to do that,” you said softly, a tired but grateful smile on your lips as you let the towel drop to the rugged floor.

jimmy’s eyes twinkled with desire as they roamed over your naked skin, your curves highlighted by the soft light in the room, brown nipples perked up by the exposure. “girl you know i’d do anything to help you relax…besides I love seeing you like this,” he murmured, stepping closer, his warm hands gently brushing against your full hips as you slipped into the shirt and panties he’d chosen. “you in my favorite shirt…” his voice dropped, thick with heat. “makin’ me wanna rip ‘em off and take you down.”

you smirk at his lewd comment, your tiredness momentarily forgotten as the heat in his gaze sparked something deep inside you. “maybe later,” you tease, but your body was already reacting to his touch, a soft hum of anticipation building in your belly. you collapsed onto the bed, sinking into the memory foam mattress with a heavy sigh. jimmy joined you, his hand finding its way to your hair, fingers gently playing with your curls knowing that’s how you self-soothe. “wanna talk about it?” he asked, his voice low, comforting.

“mmhmm,” you nod, closing your eyes as you felt the tension in your scalp ease with his touch. “non-stop work. I barely had time to breathe or eat.” you vent to him about your long, grueling shift, the words coming out in a rush. as you spoke, jimmy’s hands never left your body, his fingers wandering from your hair down to your neck, rubbing soft, gentle circles that made you exhale deeply.

when you finally finished, jimmy leaned in, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I don’t like it when my baby is stressed,” he whispered, his voice now carrying a note of something darker, something that made your heart race. “lemme take care of you, mama. lemme help you forget all that bullshit from today.” his lips trailed from your temple down to your neck, placing soft, teasing kisses along the sensitive skin there, taking in the scent of the creamy vanilla body butter that you moisturized yourself with. you shivered, body responding immediately as heat pooled between your thighs. “jimmy…” you whispered, breath catching as his hand slid beneath the hem of your (his) shirt.

“mmhmm say my fuckin’ name,” he murmured against your skin, his hand moving higher, cupping your breast through the soft fabric. his thumb grazed your nipple, teasing it into a stiff peak, making you squirm involuntarily. “let daddy take care of you.”

you let out a soft moan in response, body already aching for more, soft skin sensitive to his every touch. jimmy shifted, positioning himself above you, his weight pressing you further down into the mattress in the most delicious way. the view was beautiful; jimmy’s long hair cascading down to his tatted shoulders, his gaze on you full of admiration and lust, and the action of his tongue quickly swiping against his lips…like a predator who caught it’s prey. his mouth found yours again, this time more demanding, his tongue sweeping across your plump lips before diving in, savoring your taste.

“you always workin’ so hard, baby. lemme make you feel good,” he whispered, his hand sliding down your body, pushing up the hem of your shirt to expose where you ached the most for him. “i’m gon’ taste you… every inch of you.”

a whimper escaped your mouth, thighs parting as his fingers found the edge of your *now* soaked panties, tugging them down with agonizing slowness. “jimmy, please…don't play..”

“I know, baby, I know,” he groaned, his voice rough with need. he lowered himself between your legs, his hands spreading your thick thighs wide, his breath hot against your glistening core. “don’t think about anything mama just feel.”

he pressed his warm mouth to you, his tongue immediately finding your sensitive clit, teasing it with slow, deliberate strokes. your head fell back, body arching off the bed as his name fell from your sweet lips like a sacred prayer, your fingers gently tugging at his thick hair. “oh fuck…jimmy,”

his grip tightened on your trembling thighs as he devoured your pussy, alternating between long, slow licks and teasing flicks of his tongue against your sensitive folds that sent you spiraling closer and closer to the edge. “there you go, baby,” he murmured against your skin, his voice thick with lust. “gimme that nut, cum on my face.”

your lower body trembled, breaths coming in shallow gasps as your orgasm unraveling under his expert tongue. just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, jimmy pulled back, full lips and beard glistening with your arousal, climbing up your body and captured your mouth in a searing kiss. you could taste the sweet, tanginess of yourself on his lips and tongue, the act made you dizzy with lust.

he gently flipped you on your stomach, his hands sliding down your smooth back as he positioned you on all fours, then stripping himself of his shorts and boxers. “you ready for me, baby?” he asked, his voice a low growl as he lined himself up behind you, tapping your pussy with the head of his cock. “yes… please daddy c’mon…” you pleaded.

jimmy obliged at your plea and pushed into you slowly, the stretch and fullness made you cry out as your fingers gripped the sheets. “you feel so damn good..I love this fucking pussy,” he groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he thrusts into your tight cunt, his pace slow and deliberate.

your head fell forward into the pillows, sweet soft moans filling the room as he moved inside you, each thrust sending shockwaves through your already sensitive body and making you feel every inch he carried. “that’s it, baby,” jimmy cooed, a hand striking against your ass making you yelp. “take this dick, be my good girl and take it.”

he picks up the pace, his hips snapping against your ass, the sound of sweaty skin slapping against each other, and the sticky wet sounds of your pussy only drove you both even crazier. your body naturally responded to every thrust, back arching as you felt your climax build with every deep, deliberate stroke to your g-spot. “fuck, daddy… I’m gonna…”

“I know, baby. come for me, lemme feel that shit” he growled, his hand sliding you to tease your clit, sending you over the edge. your body convulsed in pleasure, your orgasm crashing over as you screamed his name, warm gummy walls clenching around him. jimmy followed soon after, burying himself deep inside you as he groaned, his release hitting him hard as he peppered light kisses along your sweat slick back, his breath ragged against your neck.

after he pulled out of you and laid down next to you, he scooped you into his arms. you both stayed like that for a moment, bodies entwined, breathing heavily as the aftershocks of your passion slowly faded. jimmy pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, peering down at you in his tatted arms.

“feelin’ good now?” he murmured, his voice soft and full of affection. “i’ll order some food for us in a bit and we’ll watch one of those space documentaries you like, sound good?” all you could do is smile, head resting on his chest. “that sounds…really lovely.” you answer, feeling blissfully stress free in comparison to when you first got home.

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[1tbls]

some rambling thoughts on shivers (red bolding mine throughout):

so shivers says this to harry after he has a dance-induced seizure in the church, right:

YOU - But who am *I*? Why are you talking to me?

SHIVERS - YOU ARE AN OFFICER OF THE CITIZENS MILITIA. *AGENTES IN REBUS*, WHEN YOU WEAR YOUR COAT, YOU WEAR MY SOUL.

SHIVERS - YOU MOVE THROUGH MY STREETS FREELY IN MOTOR CARRIAGES AND ON FOOT. YOU HAVE ACCESS TO THE HIDDEN PLACES. YOU ALSO CIRCULATE AMONG THOSE WHO ARE HIDDEN.

here's wikipedia on "agentes in rebus":

"The agentes in rebus were the late Roman imperial and Byzantine courier service and general agents of the central government from the 4th to the 7th centuries."

"Being outside the control of the provincial governors, some agentes ... were appointed as inspectors ... for which they gained a reputation as a secret police force. As their routine assignments brought them into contact with matters of great concern to the court, and as they reported back to the court on everything they saw or heard on their varied missions, the agentes can be seen to have had an intelligence function ... This role, as well as their extraordinary power, made them feared: the 4th-century philosopher Libanius accused them of gross misconduct, terrorizing and extorting the provincials, "sheep-dogs who had joined the wolf pack". Nevertheless, the vast majority operated quite openly, and the claims of the agentes operating as a modern-day secret police are certainly exaggerated."

hey shivers. why are you invoking the RCM as your secret police, via a term not just associated with collection of information, but with corruption and manipulation of power.

and, if you fuck up the dance check and call kim a slur, she says:

"SHIVERS - BY THE WAY, APOLOGIZE TO YOUR PARTNER AT ONCE. UNITY AMONG THE RANKS IS PARAMOUNT."

which sticks out to me, because earlier we have this encyclopedia check with noid:

NOID - "A life is true if it's free from fear and internal division among oneself. And others -- mankind has seeds of greatness in it. A germinal will come, a return to trueness. It will be hard core."

YOU - "How would you go about *returning* to this true life?"

NOID - "Beats and bright lights to shatter falsehoods. Nerve impulses for the collective body. We are very much alike in basic structure. A hard enough beat would awaken everyone to a truer calling -- in unity!"

ENCYCLOPEDIA - Rejection of the right-left axis, emphasis on *unity*, appreciation of some primordial mode of being -- what does that remind you of?

YOU - "Sort of like fascism then?"

now, i don't think either noid or shivers are outright fascist :p but i do think the purpose of this encyclopedia line is to highlight how those criteria are flawed and damaging, how they are red flags, whatever the intention.

some comparisons:

1. return to trueness. le retour. the return of... what? in both cases, truly quite vague except for the idea of some dramatic upheaval of the current order, the idea of "returning" to some idealized past state or event.

2. nerve impulses. shivers. "appeal to nature" type fallacy, appeal to a baser instinct... invocation of physical reactions as metaphor for political reactionism, perhaps?

3. unity. on the surface, shivers telling harry to make things right with kim is touching, certainly. but specifically "unity among the ranks" is an interesting framing ��� as though the crucial thing is that their forces are not divided for what's to come, regardless of kim's feelings, regardless of harry's potential racism.

likewise, noid's call for unity addresses... nothing at all. simply that everyone would be awoken from their petty, false divisions into unity. neither this nor his criticisms of left vs. right acknowledge that the division is not equal, that one side in most social power conflicts is invested in stripping the rights of the other... because that is simply not on the radar when the priority is unity above all else. in its way, unity is authoritarian where it does not abide difference or dissent in the interest of the of the stasis/power of the institution.

this is all to say. hey. let's talk about the inherent nationalist nature of la revacholiere, my problematic wife ♥️

[letjoelightshine]

Let "JOELIGHT" Shine

I've always been one of those wanna-be bloggers. You know, keep thinking about starting one and never getting started. Finally, after a men's Bible study, I think I found my path to what I want to start.

Before getting into what this blog will be all about, let me share how the title originated.

The church I attend has a wonderful neighborhood outreach. Most of the people living near the church are at or below the poverty level. One of their missions is a Community Night. On Community Night you can bring your entire family to have a hot meal, and these meals are prepared by volunteers guided by the chef of the church. Then you can stay for a time to worship and hear a powerful message, while the children are upstairs having fun and learning about Jesus.

Now, not to pass up a meal, I attend and support Community Night. I usually get there an hour early and read or maybe have a conversation or two with a volunteer before things get busy. Since I'm a creature of habit, I usually set at the same table each and every week. It's angled perfectly to where I can see the entire room. I am one of those that do enjoy a good round of people-watching. Of course, after some time of doing the same routine, I started getting a regular group that has come and joined me. I'm not bragging, but it has grown to two tables now.

This church has been truly blessed within the last year. It has a wonderful set of pastors with one being brand new to the congregation. The new pastor and I have made a really good connection since his arrival. We have talked on several occasions and he has made an effort to really get to know me. A few of those stories will arise in future writings. However, on a Community Night, at the table I normally sit at, he approached me and told me that there is a light that he sees at my table each and every week. A light that he has noticed has gotten bigger and bigger as each week passes. "Let Joe Light Shine", is what he spoke.

The more I thought about it the better I liked it. The more I thought about it the more I saw God working through this new pastor to get to me. After that particular Men's Bible study, I mentioned earlier. Where we talked about our own pain and suffering and how God uses that to benefit not only us but to minister to others. I see the pathway to where I need to at least get started.

Matthew 5:14-16 says, "You are the light of the world-like a city on a hilltop that cannot be hidden. No one lights a lamp and then puts it under a basket. Instead, a lamp is placed on a stand, where it gives light. In the same way, let your good deeds shine out for all to see, so that everyone will praise your heavenly Father."

It's not just my light, it's your light too. Let your light shine and put your name in where mine is at. I'm going to let mine shine by sharing all my pain. Romans 8:17 tells us, "And since we are his children, we are his heirs. In fact, together with Christ we are heirs of God's glory. But if we are to share his glory, we must also share his suffering." I have a ton of pain, some that have been building up over years and years of suffering. Most of it is being used by the enemy to tear me down and to tell me things that are not true.

After finally using Proverbs 27:17, "As iron sharpens iron, so a friend sharpens a friend." The men's Bible study showed me a pathway for many things to come. What is it? Where is it going? Only God has those answers. He has told me what I need to do for now and to hold on to what will be coming next.

Feel free to comment here or please drop me a message at letjoelightshine@gmail.com. I would love to hear from you and would also equally enjoy praying for you as well. "Confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The earnest prayer of a righteous person has great power and produces wonderful results." James 5:16.

[a-krogan-skald-and-bearsark]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I would be Conan Doyle's favourite sort of fan. "Sherlock who? Now about Professor Challenger..."

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle jumps off the Q&A stage, runs down the aisle, and kisses me full on the mouth.

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#4

What pronouns does the Faerie Knight use?

Sidhe/They

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#3

Please friend, tell your tale. What earned you your position as The Guy?

So I went from being home schooled directly to university and joined a historical reenactment group in my second semester. It quickly became roughly ninety percent of my identity. I routinely wore my non-combat kit everywhere. Tunic, trews, and most importantly a giant fuck-off cloak.

I, of course, did not realize I was The Guy until an acquaintance of mine came into the pub I was drinking in and excited bought me a pint because one of his friends had mentioned seeing "The guy in the cloak" in town, and my buddy was able to go "I know that guy! I'm friends with him!"

I also, one semester, regularly showed up to lectures in armour (In my defence. The lecture ended when the training session started. And it's easier to wear maille than carry it)

32 notes - Posted April 5, 2022

#2

Something tells me that either the U.S. Army has never watched M*A*S*H, or has COMPLETELY MISSED THE POINT.

And either of those seem to me to be equally likely.

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My #1 post of 2022

So because I have had a hyperfixation on Scandinavian history 700AD to 1300AD for about a decade and a half now, consistent like. And have been coming back to the Temeraire books all regular like for about the same span. I have decided to share some headcanons/AU worldbuilding for the role of Dragons in Norse society.

So. The generally accepted theory is that dragon-handling was introduced to the Proto-Norse by the Romans. Because the setting is similar enough to the real world that we aren't getting rid of that 'radiation of civilization' bullshit. Especially not before the Napoleonic War.

However. My headcanon is that it happened slightly differently, and I have come up with some ways to have evidence that both supports my headcanons but is obscure enough for the “The Romans did it” theory to be the dominant one at least as far as the novels.

Specifically having the Romans theory contradicted by several manuscripts of Snorri's "Heimskringla", and an Icelandic manuscript of uncertain provenance (But probably also fucking Snorri because everything is) entitled "Sigurds Saga Fafnirsbani" which would be an alternative text of the Volsungasaga or Nibelungenlied. The texts would diverge in the sequence immediately following the death of Fafnir.

In the germanic texts, Regin the smith instructs Sigurd to cook Fafnirs heart but not to eat it. Depending on the version Sigurd either burns his fingers on the heart and sticks them in his mouth, gaining the wisdom Regin intended to obtain by eating the heart and coincidentally realising the smith plans on betraying him. Or is warned of the impending treachery by a grey-cloaked old man who happens to be wandering nearby and may or may only have the one eye. (This is how the story goes IRL)

In the Icelandic text (invented for this AU by yours truly), amongst the treasures of Fafnir is a large egg, and Regin instructs Sigurd to wake him if the egg shows signs of hatching  as neither of them them have the skill to destroy the egg before it hatches and only Regin has the lore to slay the hatchling, as he had the lore to instruct Sigurd as to how to slay Fafnir 

Regin then goes to sleep, at which point our nameless old hobo ambles past, stops, and goes "You ken your friend is lying through his teeth, aye?" before explaining the Regin intends to bind the hatchling to his will, before murdering Sigurd and conquering the north with a tame Dragon. But. Says the creepy old man, who appears to know things he really shouldn't. If you let Regin sleep, and when the egg hatches, you feed the hatchling and give it a name, it will be willing to bind it's fate to yours. Anyway. Food for thought. Says the old man. And then wanders off.

Long story short, Sigurd ends up with a harnessed dragon (Scandinavia’s first), Regin ends up with several feet of steel through his spine, and the sagas converge again, because having a dragon doesn't do you a lot of good if you don't have the sense god gave little green apples, but do have the insight check of a golden retriever puppy. (For those who aren’t familiar with the saga, Sigurd gets engaged, then drugged and forced to marry someone else, and while under the influence of said drugs is also forced into tricking his ex-fiancee into marrying his brother-in-law instead of him. It starts a blood feud that lasts about three generations and only ends when everyone related to anyone involved is dead. But that isn’t important here.)

Sigurd’s “success“ starts a trend of Norse magnates harnessing dragons, and a linking of the Udal (land) Rights with the support of Dragons. Specifically, amongst a Landowner's Udal rights, they include the right to dictate who on their land was permitted to support a dragon. (Also, a bunch of responsibilities regarding any harnessed dragons supported under their Udal rights)

Now because the Udal Rights (And the titles and land that go with them) are so closely tied to dragons, the Udal Right is entailed on the Magnate's Dragon, and on the Magnate's death, passes to the heir selected by the Dragon as partner. The fact that dragons basically control the inheritance of noble titles makes the relationship between the Norse and their dragons more of a partnership than you find elsewhere in Europe.

However this leads directly to the start of the Viking period as there are only so many Udal Rights available. So you end up with Dragon-riders who have no landrights of their own, and thus have to do something to make it palatable for someone who does have Udal Rights to permit them to support themselves off said magnates land. Obviously the solution is to provide expensive gifts while simultaneously requiring as little support as necessary. And oh, look. England isn't far. And it's rich. And it doesn't have many dragons, and those they do have are smaller and less invested.

My. That's a lovely monastery you have there, Lindisfarne. Be a shame if someone were to happen to it.

But everything changes when the fire nation Ragnar Lodbrok attacks shows up.

As in Ragnars Saga Lodbrokkar, Ragnar marries a princess who is descended from Sigurd Fafnirsbani

Unlike real world Ragnars Saga he does not kill the Dragon guarding her. As it happens to be Sigurds Dragon. Instead he convinces it to become his companion.

He makes the argument that as said Dragon was a key part of instituting the draconic elements of Udal Rights, and Udal Rights are conferred by the Dragon they are entailed upon, he has Udal Rights to all of Norway.

This a bullshit claim and not widely accepted, but he is able to sway enough magnates that it is never conclusively struck down, even if he never manages to enforce it.

But it sets a precedent.

Said precedent is latched onto by Harald Shaggy, who does manage to enforce it. With much bloodshed and strife. He then buys himself a comb, and hires a barber, and changes his cognomen to Fairhair. The bastard.

Now we have  a problem. Because we have a nation full of dragons that are used to agency, and aren't too pleased at being forced to yield it to some upstart Christsman who was fostered in DENMARK, of all places.  And one full of magnates who are used to being big fish in a medium pond and don't take too kindly to becoming medium fish in a big pond. But what's a good pagan dragon or ormscarl to do? Fairhair has the backing of a bunch of converts, traitors and sellouts, as well as the Danes and the English, and some of the Swedes, and the Saami, knowing which side of their bread does not have punitive campaigns marching over it, are staying decidedly neutral.

The answer? Fuck off to Iceland and found a new country! A Better Country! With Blackjack! And Hookers! And no centralized authority! And Votes For Dragons (STEP IN TIME!)

Of course, Iceland isn’t known for it’s forests, and eventually their boats start to fall apart, and Haakon the Good and St. Olaf show up with their Christianity and Organized Church and Monarchy, and treaties that they don’t even honour for a year, and everything falls apart.

The decline of the Icelandic Commonwealth actually happens slower. The dragons mean they’re less dependent on boats for fishing and whaling, although trade still suffers. Too, the shift to Christianity being the state religion takes longer, as dragons making impassioned speeches about “The faith of our fathers” and “Isn’t this why we left Norway in the first place” are impossible to ignore, if only because they’re so loud.

But it does happen, and the same trend of slowly tightening the restrictions on the pagan faiths until they are practically impossible to practice occurs. The Icelandic Diocese also does it’s very best to get rid of this pesky “Dragons are people, actually” thing these Icelanders seem to have come up with, a campaign aided by the fact that property in Iceland steadily ends up being held by the church (or church aligned families, me here, glowering at the Sturlissons), so most of the people well-enough off to support a Dragon are closely tied to the diocese.

HOWEVER! Dragons are long-lived, and more than capable of holding grudges, and in some of the more remote parts of Iceland, and some of the offlying islands and Skerries, dwell families that remember the old ways Some of them hold Gothi, or priest-rights, and eventually these end up being passed to their Dragons because it means they’re more likely to keep the traditions correctly. These families and their dragons are effectively a secret society, probably responsible for a pretty hefty chunk of North Atlantic piracy, and can be relied upon to meddle anytime it can inconvenience the Powers That Be.

Anyway, this got away from me a bit, so...

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[theprayerfulword]

October 30

Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.

2 Timothy 1:7 For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline.

Philippians 2:15 so that you may become blamelesss and pure, “children of God without fault in a warped and crooked generation.” Then you will shine among them like stars in the sky

2 Corinthians 4:7 But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.

Romans 14:19 Let us therefore make every effort to do what leads to peace and to mutual edification.

Ephesians 5:15-16 So be careful how you live. Don’t live like fools, but like those who are wise. Make the most of every opportunity in these evil days.

When your soul is downcast within you, may you call to mind, and therefore hope, that because of the Lord's great love you are not consumed, for His mercies never come to an end – they begin again new and fresh every morning, for His faithfulness is abundant. Lamentations 3

May you remind yourself that the Lord is your lot in life, your inheritance, therefore you will wait for Him, for He is good to those whose hope is in Him, who trust in and depend on Him, and to the one who seeks Him, waiting quietly for the salvation of the Lord. Lamentations 3

May you realize that the Lord does not willingly bring affliction or grief to you, or cast you off forever, for though He brings suffering, His unfailing love is so abundant that He will also have compassion on you. Lamentations 3

Since it is from the Most High that both calamities and good things come, according to what He speaks, may you examine your ways and test them, returning to the Lord to lift up your heart and your hands to God in heaven, saying, “I have sinned and rebelled,” for can any living person complain when punished for their sins? Lamentations 3

May you call on the name of the Lord from the depths of the pit, for He will hear your plea and come near when you call, saying, “Do not fear, but receive My love,” as He takes up your case and redeems your life. Lamentations 3

My child, wait patiently for Me. Do not struggle on your own and attempt to bring My work to pass in your own strength. Do not seek to fulfill My promises by the works of your hands or the will of your flesh. Trust Me, in My timing, to do all that is needed, in the proper sequence, through the right channels, in the purity of My Spirit. Occupy yourself, in the daily routine, with praise to Me. Do you have faith that I will answer your prayer? That I will do as I have said? That I will fulfill the promise that I have put in your heart? Then praise Me now, in faith, even before you see the results. Is there any richer expression of trust, or any more effective way of removing burdens, any exercise better guaranteed to quicken your spirit or prepare you for fresh tasks in My service? I will give you a new song to sing, for many will be listening. Do not hide My righteousness from them, or conceal My love and My truth, but walk in the way I have shown you. Be patient until you see My Word coming to pass, but be diligent about the preparations I give you to do until then.

May you hear, and obey, when God speaks to you by His Son, Whom He appointed Heir of all things, and through Whom He made the universe, for the Son is deserving of being heard as He is the radiance of God's glory and the exact representation of His being, sustaining all things by His powerful Word. Hebrews 1

May you join in with all of God's creation, giving worship and praise to His Son Whose throne will endure forever, with righteousness as the scepter of His kingdom, Who, having created the universe, will outlast the works of His hands, remaining the same for years without end. Hebrews 1

May you receive the ministry of His angels, which He sends to serve those who will inherit salvation. Hebrews 1

May you cry for help to the Lord Who hears your prayer, turning His face to you and answering you quickly in your distress. Psalm 102

May you know, and be assured, that when you are destitute and your days vanish like smoke, your bones burn like embers, and your heart is blighted like grass because your enemies taunt you, railing against you, using your name as a curse, the Lord will respond to your prayer and will not despise your plea, for the Lord Who sits enthroned forever, Whose renown endures through all generations, will arise and have compassion on you, showing you favor as He appears in His glory to rebuild what the enemy has torn down and lift you up from the dust where His foes have cast you down. Psalm 102

May you understand, and receive, the release He brings to the prisoners of sin, who groan under the condemnation of death, that the name of the Lord will be declared among the people and His praise unto the kingdoms as they assemble to worship the Lord. Psalm 102

[anna-heintzelman]

The Roman Forum

Afterward, I set out on a journey to the famed Roman Forum - an expansive central plaza that served as the focal point of public life in ancient Rome. This illustrious hub hosted a plethora of events including judicial proceedings, bloodthirsty gladiatorial combats and renowned oratory conventions. Ambling through this historically-rich area is like taking a trip down memory lane; it's almost as if time had stopped right at its center ages ago. The remnants of majestic temples boasting intricate carvings and ornate pillars stand tall beside grand basilicas while arches loom over each junction with great physical gracefulness alluding to the magnificence that once was experienced atop these grounds so many moons gone by.

The Temple of Saturn, remarkable for its towering columns that reach up towards the sky, serves as a significant and lasting emblem of Rome's unwavering dedication to both matters pertaining to religion as well as governance. Quite closely situated is the Arch of Septimius Severus which features an exquisite array of intricate carvings epitomizing military conquests whilst simultaneously honoring those who unequivocally embodied what it meant to be considered warrior-emperors during their time in leadership. Every stone present here alongside every single fragment echoes tales evoking thoughts surrounding influential displays emanating from politics with motifs ranging from prominent figures regarded fondly by society all the way through betrayals consumed vigor over actions committed behind closed doors or out on sprawling battlefields.

As I stroll upon the historical Via Sacra, I come across the imposing Curia - a once-grand government building where influential members of the Senate used to meet and discuss important matters. Nearby is also situated Rostra; an elevated platform that stood as a podium for persuasive speakers who'd often sway public opinion through compelling orations. Being in such proximity to these prominent landmarks allows me to truly experience first-hand, The Forum's lively ambiance! One can almost feel its vibrancy being tactual which makes it even more imaginable to picture daily life at this place with bustling crowds consisting of merchants passionately selling their goods whilst politicians engaged in serious discussions relating to crucial national issues. Citizens too would have joined in debatable conversations while going about performing routine tasks over here thus making The Forum epitomize democracy even during ancient times.

[djpachipikachu]

me personally i see the nexus run like roman gladiator rings ! meaning the nexus itself has a lot of different types of battles, such as 1v1, free for all (multiple opponents all trying to be the last one standing), and beast battles (practically a death sentence/execution where you face off against animals, what i suspect the kraken tom battle was supposed to be)

the screens of the nexus usually show whos battling at the moment and different symbols could mean what type of battle it was, see in the bottom left corner a skull on the screen which would be a battle to the death

the nexus also allows competitors of any skillset to join , and theyre usually paired up according to their level of skill (except the beast/execution battles bc those are just . meant for the person to die, which is why in the beginnjng of “many unhappy returns” that one guy competing against kraken tom is just offed immediately)

i believe most of the competitors are people searching for glory or fulfilling a debt to big mama , as she seems to have the most monetary control over the hidden city

since she has the most power , people pay her to keep them safe from Other people who are under her control , and she kinda keeps down a lot of the crime that could potentially arise between w because she has them all under her control and rhe police are useless

the battle nexus itself isnt the illegal part of big mama’s business, its the fact that she hosts betting rings for the battles ! thats how she typically pays her competitors and how she keeps the interest in the nexus up

aside from that she has a lot of connections through out the city, shes by far the most influential person in the hidden city , moreso than the council of heads ! most of her power is done as dirty work but thats why shes remained in power bc shes never open about her illegal activities (ex. her persona when the turtles first meet her is her public persona)

my fanfic has the battle nexus and hidden city as a main setting ! with usagi as a competitor in the nexus , his routine there is usually about 2-5 battles 4 nights out of his week (big mama hosts about 13-15 battles a day)

the dressing room is for when someone needs a costume tailored or if they need to change into a costume , generally just somewhere to get ready ! it has lockers and a small stock of weapons and armor for whoever needs it ! they also have an infirmary but thats usually only reserved for when the wounds are Very serious ! if they just need simple first aid, big mama’s team of nurses/attendants gives their competitors a quick look over in the dressing room

gladiator battles also typicallt had prisoners and slaves thrown into the ring to fight for their freedom , so big mama has a few cells for those who wronged her or even prisoners that the police handed off to her because Yes even the police are tied up with her

i havent written enough of my fic to get into detail about how the battle nexus runs but itll ! get there eventuallt

here it is

Friends, fans, freaks, help me out. Share EVERYTHING about how you think the Battle Nexus and Big Mama’s businesses work

Any headcanons about the structure/technology (like about her door that looks Very Krang-Like and what that might mean), your fanfic or your favorite fanfic that has the nexus as a significant plot point and/or goes into detail about how the place is managed, stuff you picked up from canon that gives hints on how Big Mama operates (like that chest covered in bones that her turtle assistant handed her), literally anything and everything you can think of!

If you know anything about economy that would be super helpful too, you should infodump about that as far as its relevant to Big Mama (pleeease)

[rcksmith]

Be mine — Roman Godfrey

Requests: “Helloo, I would like to request an imagine of roman Godfrey with smut prompt 28”

“Hii, omg I lover your work!! Can you do fluff prompts 45 and 59 and smut prompts 32 whit Roman Godfrey? Thank you, love💖”

Fluff prompts:

45. “where have you been all my life?”

59. “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

Smut prompts:

28. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

32. “I’m going to show you what a real fucking is.”

A/N: I was excited about these request for Roman, I loved it. I hope you guys like.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Roman Godfrey/ Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Swearing, explicit smut, NSFW, degradation, dirty talk and also fluff too.

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The big white and airy room tried to show a soothing and safe energy, the light tones contrasted with the golden rays of the sun outside and could even try to show a lyrical vibe. Could, if not for everything else.

It was hard to pinpoint the source that messed up that whole idea of ​​peace that the colors on the walls had, but maybe it was because Godfrey Industries was... oblique, mysterious, sinister. There was something in the air, a dark breeze that echoed all the floors of that gigantic building, bringing the feeling that something was out of place. It was, at times, disconcerting. Like looking at a perfect painting but knowing that something is out of place. Or to witness the seconds of frightening calm before a major disaster. But as the months went by, you had to get used to it and adapt to it. Your daydreams wandered far away. You wondered what you were doing there, in that country town that also had that sinister energy.

Why you left Los Angles? Okay, did you know why. After finishing college, you sent out resumes to as many companies as you could. Its from that time when you realize that adult life has knocked on the door and that the cost of living in California was too high. The plan, when you left home to pursue your dream and go to college in another state, was to get a job as soon as possible. But some things got out of your control, and when you realized it, you had graduated and you didn't have enough money to come up with second plans.

So, when the multinational Godfrey Industries called you after an interview and gave you the job, you didn't hesitate. The salary was too good for a international negotiations assistant, and after a while you could breathe easier, and be able to straighten out your financial life and have a better resume to be able to get back to a big city.

It was a good plan, a rational plan. You were proud of that. But it was logical that too much confidence was accompanied by some ruin.

And its ruin came under the name of Roman Godfrey.

Roman was swallowed all the air in any the room when he entered, as if its imposing presence subdued any environment. Everything about him exuded the same objective: to conquer, to possess, to win. He was the Trojan army. But the worst and the most dangerous was not his difficult personality, but how you felt close to him. How his presence caused side effects on you.

He was absolutely gorgeous. It should be considered illegal for someone to have that appearance, that voice, that sinisterly penetrating look. You felt that Roman Godfrey had the aura of intense and exciting music, like the song of danger.

He was the personification of sin, and you were being tested by the universe.

The trinity of what could be a gigantic disaster was completed when, a few months ago, Roman started testing you, joining the universe in what appeared to be a plan to slaughter your sanity.

It was your first meeting with the Company a few weeks after you was hired. Adam, the director of the international negotiations sector, for whom you are an assistant, asked you to bring all the documents of the process and remain in the meeting. It was about an international multi who wanted to buy some equipment from Godfrey Industries, but who were working hard to try to close deals at a lower price.

As you handed a copy of the negotiation to each sector director in that room, you felt a pair of eyes burning the back of your neck the whole time, like your shadow. The caustic sensation ruffled all the hair on the back of your neck, snaking from head to toe and made you search the environment behind the author.

That's when you finding him.

Roman had the green irises stuck to you like a tattoo on your skin. As if unraveling all your secrets, your sins, virtues and all your thoughts. It was intense, magnetic... dangerous.

You felt the white walls of that room were embraced by a black and dark shadow, and the air became thin. Then he smiled. A smug and arrogant little smile. The kind who won a battle.

It had been the beginning of a sequence of events. Roman began to request and make sure that you were present at all meetings, negotiations, cases, even when your presence added much more to your professional knowledge than to contribute to the resolution of company problems. At that time the order was still not directed at you, Adam just told you that Godfrey wanted you at meetings.

It was strange, atypical, almost surreal. You used to go into the conference room and look directly at Roman, frowning in silent questioning at him. But he never gave you an answer. He just gave that smug smile and turned his attention to the big screen in the living room.

This happened five times before Roman sent to tell you that he wanted to see you in his office.

“But why?!" You frowned at Adam.

The man looked at you for a second before shrugging.

“Your work has been impeccable, I think he just wants to give you more things to do.” Adam kept his eyes on the documents themselves.

"But you are my boss.” Sometimes you had a habit of saying what you thought without considering the consequences.

Your mother and your friends said that you had a total inability to hide what you felt, to be someone reserved or shy. You were almost always the person who said everything you felt.

Adam laughed softly, already used to your personality and turned his eyes to you.

“And he is my boss."

You restrained yourself from rolling your eyes. The truth was, you didn't want to find him. Roman puzzled you, messed with your system. And after those 5 meetings without explaining why you were there, you started to want to avoid his presence.

But apparently the universe was not on your side this time.

You got up and excused yourself, listening to your own heels echoing down the hall before entering the elevator and pressing the last button. Going to Godfrey's office.

Anxiety coursed through your veins like overwhelming electricity, making you sway on your heels and stir your fingers.

What did he want with you? Had you done something? Was he crazy?

You sucked in the air hard, shrugging your shoulders to relax when the door opened up. You walked for a while before stopping at Roman's office and knocking on the door with your finger.

“Come in." The voice made your heart skip a few beats.

You walked in, closing the door behind you and laying your eyes on the tall, slender figure who was sitting behind the table, dressed in black pieces and a small smile.

“Did you want to see me, Mr.Godfrey ?"

Maybe it was your imagination or your nervousness that was seeing things in between lines, but you could have sworn that Roman breathed harder after you said his last name.

You stopped in front of his desk, too agitated to sit on the chair.

“Yes, Darling.” He stood up, getting much bigger than you, even though your feet were in a 10 cm heel.

Roman fished a file on the table itself, bypassing the table and coming menacingly close to you. He stood in front of you again, his hip against the table and leaning there, holding out the file for you. You took seconds longer than you would like to pick up the papers, Roman's left leg was dangerously close to yours, the knee almost brushing your thigh covered by the black skirt.

“I need it ready by night."

That's when you came out of the trance, picking up the folder and staring at the amount of stuff there. It was a process about an agreement with a company in Asia, and it was so bureaucratic that it would take up your entire time. And you already had a million things for do.

“But...” You were about to start talking, but Roman moved away from the edge of the table, his chest hovering over yours.

You have never felt so small, so fragile and so vulnerable in your life. You had to lift your chin to face him straight.

“You are going to be a good girl and bring me this tonight.” It was not a request. “You will, right?”

Your common sense or decorum had gone somewhere. Maybe was lost in your own stupidity. The oxygen evaporated from your lungs. And before you could think of something diplomatic and good to say. Because you were not dumb. You heard yourself say:

“Yes, Mr. Godfrey.”

Fucking hell!

“Great.” He gave you a rewarding smile.

From that moment on events like this became routine. In fact, you tried to mask that you liked it, that it wasn't extremely unprofessional, that he was not only your boss, but also the owner of the entire company. Over time you learned to deal with him too, Roman was never brazen or touched you, he would drop some ‘Dear’ or ‘Pretty’ over and over here for you, but, truth be told, you didn’t get uncomfortable.

Perhaps it was your feminine vanity. You didn't want to be selfish, but having a man like Roman Godfrey praise you did wonders for your feminine vanity. You felt absurdly beautiful. He made you feel like the personification of the Female Fatal, and you liked that. So you would roll your eyes at him and give him some jokes smiles in his direction whenever these things happened.

You did not deny it, but you also do not return any praise.

Over the months you had practically become more of an assistant to Roman than to Adam. He kept you getting bogged down with things to do and telling Adam to pass on your old duties to any other goddamn person.

“They accept to close if they have had 30% of the profits.” You put your cell phone down to talk to Roman, who had his hip against the desk work and an open file in his hands.

“They must be stupid” he rolled his eyes “10% and I will still be being generous.”

You went back to your call, your eyes fixed on the top view of the city as you settled the deal.

“I can get them to close by 15% if we send the equipment by tomorrow.” You said to Roman again, plugging the cell phone microphone with your other hand “But it has to be send until the morning. Not next.”

Roman smiled broadly and satisfied, nodding his head in ‘Yes’ as you turned your attention to the city view and finished the negotiation. You were getting the details right when you felt a presence behind you, the heat radiating for your back and making you lose your breath for a second. You swallowed and tried to ignore something vibrating in your core, disconnecting the call as soon as you closed the deal.

“What would I do without you?” Roman's voice blew at the top of your ear, his ghostly touch fanning your skin.

You laughed to try to hide how much your core pulsed, turning around enough to face his completely.

"I don't know, you would have already lost four contracts.” You tried to joke, but he was absurdly close.

The scent of a man and an expensive cologne swallowed you like a wave and dragged you into the sea, drowning you. The emerald green eyes were fixed on you, as if they swallowed you.

“You could work for me.” Godfrey let go, taking another step closer to you.

Instinctively, you took a step back, your back finding the cold glass behind you and trapping you between the cold sensation and the absurd warmth of the man.

"I already work for you.” You said it as if it were obvious, letting out a nervous laugh and trying to clean up how much your uterus vibrated now.

“No, you work more with Adam.” He rolled his eyes, his hand now resting on your hip, rising to your waist like a snake “I speak of you being my assistant, being here when I arrive, spending the all days with me.”

Your heart screamed, your pussy throbbed so hard that if Roman hadn't paid attention to you, you would have bitten your lip.

“Are you flirting with me?”

"You finally noticed?"

There was no way to deny to yourself that you had already reached your share of perverted dreams with Roman Godfrey. He was like an addiction! It was unbearable how present he was always in your head, playing with your sanity, making you think of how those absurdly long fingers would fuck you so well, how those impeccable clothes hid a maddening body.

And that was exactly why you couldn't be him assistant.

If it was already overwhelmingly difficult to occasionally remain in him presence without diverting your thoughts, every day would be impossible. All the time. You would end up having to resign your job after, because any involvement between you would not result in a happy ending. Aside from being extremely unethical, it would end up destroying your heart, and God, you needed the job!

"M-Mr Godfrey." You tried to speak, touching his chest with the palm of your hand with the intention of gently pushing him away.

But the shot backfired. He was cold. Absurdly cold. Cold that makes you want to warm up, an addictive, that intoxicates you. Suddenly, you are already wondering if other parts of it would be cold too.

Would the kiss contain the beauty and temperature of the snow? When Roman entered you, would he be consumed by the heat of your needy walls? He Would it stick to you like a private sun?

“Pretty.” Godfrey sighed against your cheek, dangerously lowering his lips in your direction. “Why not stay with me? Where can I fuck you every day? ”

This time you moaned, a low moan that gave up all of your game. It lit a dangerous, vital fire in Roman's eyes, and him hand, which once touched you softly, now snaked into your waist, pulling you close.

“Do you like to hear that? That I want to fuck you until you scream?” You closed your fingers on him black dress shirt, closing your lip between your teeth to contain a groan.

Roman's mouth went to your neck, pouring wet, surprisingly hot kisses onto your skin.

"Would you like to know that I have imagined fucking you hard for a long time?” His hands went to the hem of your skirt. “That I want to tag you with my cum until you're just mine?"

“Mr.Go-Godfrey!” You moaned loudly, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting your head go back and lean against the glass wall.

“Tell me, Pretty.” He lifted his lips to hover over yours “Tell me you want this as much as I do.”

You frantically ascended your head, letting a 'Yes' leave with a low sob.

Thereafter Roman wasted no time. He pulled you onto his lap by your thighs, placing you under his desk and throwing all objects on the table with one arm. He kissed you. Furiously. He kissed you as if you were his property, as if you were the answer to all his prayers, his divinity. Your mouth opened to get air and Roman took the opportunity to invade with his tongue, hunting you.

You groaned, or he, or both.

"I'm going to show you what a real fucking is." Roman snarled against your mouth, not considering any consequences before popping all the buttons on your shirt with a two-handed tug, making you gasp.

That seemed to bring you back to Earth.

You pulled your chest away from him, and Roman looked up at you with a questioning expression.

“Ro-Roman, this is wrong.” you said.

“You have no idea how much I don’t give a fuck.” He leaned over to kiss you again, extremely excited by the sight of you in a lacy bra, but you averted your face by placing your hands on him chest.

You said. “I'm going to have to resign this job later if I do it, and I need the job.”

Romam snorted, straightening up again.

“Who says you need to resign? Did you forget that I am the owner of this crap?” He brought his lips to your neck once more, and you sighed softly “Be mine. Be mine."

“I don’t know.”

Romam held your face in his hands, in a gentle touch, which clashed absurdly with the lush fire in his eyes.

“I don't want to fuck you because you work here, but because I think you're fucking beautiful.” He said “Be mine, and if you don't want anything to do with me afterwards, that's okay, let's keep working normally.” Roman moved closer, his voice hitting your mouth “Let me fuck this hot pussy, I'm sure you'll want more later. And I will give you everything you want.”

So you gave in. You kissed him fiercely, spreading your legs wider and settling them between them, letting the skirt roll to pile on your hips and exposing lace panties. Roman reaching down to your back and removing your bra, dropping your mouth over your left breast when it was exposed.

You moaned loudly, throwing your head back, curling your fingers in his hair and sighing when Godfrey moved his fingers down the middle of your legs. You whimpered, rummaging around in his hand for some friction, needy and needy.

Roman laughed arrogantly against your breast: “Such a needy little thing, aren't you?” He took a bite out of your left beak as he walked away to remove his belt.

You groaned, your eyes on fire, your body hot and needy. And that's when Roman looked at you. A hot fucking woman half naked at his table, so beautiful and perfect that it was almost a sin. He wanted to be able to record that scene forever. You were perfect. He thought you were extraordinarily perfect.

Then he rushed ferociously at you again, his hands wrapped around your hot body as he moaned on your lips: "Where have you been all my life?"

You gasped, finishing the job of his belt and pants, fighting a battle with his tongue.

“Waiting for this moment.” You provoked it with a sensual chuckle, nibbling on his lower lip.

Roman shared your sly smile, tearing at your panties and holding his own dick in your direction. You moaned louder this time, in need, lowering your hands to his hips and rolling around his waist, trying to get closer.

Roman laughed, sinking his mouth into yours and also plunging his dick into yours smooth folds.

You screamed out loud, clasping your body to his while Roman put an arm around your waist, gluing your body to his and hitting the stick at the end of the well, drawing out a loud groan from both of you. The environment was filled with moaning and pornographic sounds, the table rattling beneath you as the things that were left on top now fell completely. You wrapped your arms around his neck, clenching your nails at the back of your neck as you wrapped your legs around Roman's hips, pulling him further into you and swallowing him completely.

“Holy fuck!” He snarled, lowering his mouth to meet your neck and shoulder, closing his teeth there as he demanded more force in his movements.

Godfrey beat without mercy, without pause, conquering and proclaiming his every piece of your body as his own. You could no longer control your moans, all the sensations exploded inside you like nuclear bombs and pleasure and pain curved all your lines of reasoning. You laid your back on the table, your breasts jumping with the speed and strength of him movements, while Roman clasped his hands on your waist and set a brighter pace as he pulled you onto his dick and propelled your hips at you.

“So fuck hot slut!” He growled, never stopping the pace.

You shouted something that looked like him name, and threw your head back when the orgasm invaded your system, shaking your legs and pulling him deeper. Roman moaned loudly, squeezing your flesh so tightly that it would leave marks tomorrow, while he cum inside you, spilling all the hot liquid on your barriers.

You were sweaty and panting, but Roman didn't give you a second to breathe and process the situation until he leaned over to you, still inside your core, and kissed your right breast, dropping one:

“Dinner at my place tomorrow?”

You laughed, still very airy, and agreed, overcome by tiredness.

“Okay, Godfrey.” Roman gave you another lunge of teasing, making your laugh mix with a groan.

[mo-mode]

OH BUDDY THERE IS SO MUCH MORE AND I AM SO HAPPY TO SHARE IT

So Dionysus is mainly the god of wine-making, orchards and fruits, vegetation, fertility, festivity, insanity, ritual madness, religious ecstasy, and theatre, but that’s just the tip of the iceberg (i.e. the top of his Wikipedia page)

He’s ALSO a god of resurrection/reincarnation, his Roman form is the god of freedom, he has a strong connection to satyrs and nature, he was hailed as the protector of those who don’t belong to conventional society (WOW wonder why he runs CHB) AND he’s a direct descendent of Poseidon AND Oceanus (a titan that controlled the great river)

(Now Technically, there’s over three versions of him, Zagreus, Bromios, and Iacchus being the three most prominent, but if those were taken into account, he would be a son of Zeus, Persephone, Demeter, and himself all at once so I’m not going to mention that corner of the lore. It is, however, one of the many reasons he is considered a resurrection god because he was resurrected several times before becoming an actual god. But what we’re going to follow is him being the son of Zeus and Semele.)

In ancient times, there were a TON of festivals based around him, with heavy emphasis on theatre and religious ecstasy (cuz the performing arts were a big thing then) and they were SO crazy that people said the dead would rise just to join in on the festivities! He was also hailed as the “god of many names” and had a strong connection to the stars (there’s a LOT of star symbolism)

The Bacchae (which there’s an amazing play of the same name btw, one of my favorites) is a group of his most devoted followers who believed in subverting or even overthrowing those who abused their power. (WOW I WONDER IF PERCY WOULD RELATE) they routinely accepted those who wanted to escape the limitations of their normal life, and this included servants and slaves. (Again with the whole “I don’t want to conform to normal society” thing) they lived freely in the woods and occasionally went insane

In mythology, he invented wine, stole his mother back from the underworld, turned his own grandparents insane, gave a donkey human speech, turned men to dolphins, granted King Midas the golden touch, and a bunch of other insane stuff.

Now we COULD also dive into the theories that Hades, Zeus, and Dionysus are considered the same god in certain times but that’s for another post

His cult-like followings most likely influenced early Christianity, and some religious scholars theorize that Jesus’ tales are either inspired by or direct parallels of Dionysus. Could I make a Dionysus iceberg? Probably, but that’s not the point.

I think the funniest way to approach this AU is for Mr D to explain to Zeus that Percy just so happened to inherit his dormant water powers from Poseidon and Oceanus, which would absolutely terrify Zeus because if he could inherit those powers, then what other absolutely bonkers powers did he inherit? WHAT IF Mr D also claims Nico and says his death-like powers are just from Dionysus’ dormant powers of resurrection??? And knowing full well that Dionysus literally has cults dedicated to overthrowing power structures, what does that mean regarding the prophecy? What if Percy, a descendant of Poseidon, is actually the son the prophecy is talking about after all???

@fresasconsal for your pondering pleasure :)

AU where Mr. D claiming to be Percy’s dad accidentally counts as Claiming according to Greek god law or whatever and now all the other gods legitimacy believe Percy is his son, but if Mr. D corrects it, he has to explain to Zeus why he pretended he was Percy’s dad so now he’s like “YEP ol’ Perry Johansson is MY child wowie just look at the little fry, you have your mother’s eyes. Please stop standing next to water or you will blow my cover”

Meanwhile Poseidon is just standing off to the side like “how on earth did I dodge THAT bullet”

[latristereina]

Conchillos told Querini that Juana was proud, spirited and principled: her husband treats her in the worst possible way; and so she always lives in seclusion, and never gives audience to anyone; yet she is an intelligent woman, of great spirit (de gran core) and very proud and has a melancholy and haughty nature. She is also jealous of her husband, and told me recently that she had made him a sacred oath that she would do the very reverse of what the king her husband ordered, and meant to keep it, not because she did not wish to obey him as wife, but because she knows it is not he but his advisers who govern and these are more wretched (tristi) than good.

On 4 September, Querini met her for the first—and, most probably, last—time. He was: taken to a chamber where the most serene king of the Romans was keeping company with the queen his daughter-in-law, dressed in black velvet and with a fairly good complexion given the illness she has had. And it seemed to me, although it was night, that she was very beautiful, and she had the air of a wise and prudent lady. I made my reverence to her majesty in the name of your sublimity and spoke a few good words well adapted and appropriate to the time and place where we were … and these were amiably reciprocated by her majesty.

- Gilian B. Fleming, Juana I

Sittow produced a tender, penetrating image of Catherine, his subject’s eyes cast down as if lost in thought while warding off prying eyes with a shy, dissimulated smile. She has a pale, faintly rosy complexion and her face is already a bit fleshier than in the much earlier, more stylised childhood portrait (thought to be of her) by Juan de Flandes. The auburn hair, mostly covered in the English fashion, gleams a golden red where the light catches it above her forehead. Her eyebrows are finely plucked. Around her neck sits a thick gold collar threaded with the letter K (for this is how the English spelt her name) and alternating white and red flowers. The square neckline of her crimson velvet dress is decorated with small golden scallop shells – a subtle homage to the most revered saint in Spain, St James, whose shrine she visited before setting sail for England.

Catherine had already implored her father to send a new ambassador, someone who was straight-talking and, preferably, had experience of England. This, she explained, was a country ‘remote from all others’ and with such strange forms of behaviour that it needed special treatment. Soon the credentials naming the new ambassador chosen by Ferdinand arrived. Who could serve his interests better than a loyal, loving and noble subject already living in London and with excellent access to Henry VII? Catherine herself was to be his ambassador.

It was an extraordinary move on Ferdinand’s part. Women, however high their status, were rare in the world of power and diplomacy. She was joining a select group of sixteenth-century women, most of whom owed their position or their power to blood ties or marriage. Perhaps Ferdinand, like others, saw something of her mother in Catherine. She was instructed to work in parallel with the increasingly sickly De Puebla – who had to be carried to court in a litter. Catherine presented her credentials to Henry VII early in the summer of 1507.

Diplomacy gave her a new lease of life. She found the verbal sparring with Henry VII stimulating. ‘I spoke so well that I should rejoice to give an account of it,’ she gushed to her father after one round with the English king. ‘You speak cleverly,’ Henry acknowledged at one of their meetings. ‘But [I fear] your father the king, my brother, is too clever.’ She applied herself to learning the tricks of the diplomatic trade with earnest enthusiasm. Letters, she knew, were routinely intercepted. King Henry’s spies would love to know what she was saying to her father and, more importantly, what he was saying in reply. She began, therefore, to write in code. Her letters used the Spanish diplomatic ciphers of the time. Some of these codes, which Ferdinand sent to her, replaced individual letters with symbols that vaguely resemble Chinese figures. Others replaced key words – especially names – with Latin numerals or fanciful code-words. ‘A messenger sent by the little duck to the falcon returned a short time ago much pleased with the answer of the falcon,’ read one earlier message in Spanish code sent to De Puebla. ‘The little duck and the fuzarco are so contented that they say nothing could better piebald than the fly with the falcon. Thus everything is going on well now, and it is in the mar-maid that it will be concluded in favour of the cuckoo and the young eagle.’ We can picture Catherine sitting in her rooms in Greenwich or Richmond with her table of codes beside her, laboriously rewriting her letters in what, to anyone else, seemed gibberish. Sometimes the finished version looked so absurd that she worried no one would understand it. At other times she was so excited by the work of coding and decoding that she spent three or four days in ‘unearthly’ good spirits.

- Giles Tremlett, Catherine of Aragon

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Shouting Match

Pairing: Sean Roman x Halstead! reader

Summary: Y/N and Sean were in what seemed like the perfect relationship, but when a close friend gets hurt, the two realize there were many faults between them and an argument ensues

Requested: Yes, by anonymous

Warnings: slight swearing, mentions of alcohol and gunshot wounds

Word Count: 1,777 Words

"Jay, for the last time, I'm not gonna break up with Sean just because you don't like him," I tell my older brother.

"Why not, Y/N? I'd say that's a pretty good reason," Jay retorted as he followed me out to my car.

We had just spent the past 2 hours hanging out at Molly's so that we could catch up because it had been a while since we'd spent time together. But of course, as soon as the topic of relationships came up, a debate started that I had not wanted to get into.

"Look, Jay. I get that he's got beef with Intelligence, and they're practically your second family, but Sean's a really great guy. And once you get over whatever the hell has you fixated on him being an asshole, you'll see that. Now, I've got an early shift at Med tomorrow, and if I'm late, Will is gonna have my head. I'll talk to you tomorrow," I say before climbing into my car.

The ride to the apartment was pretty short, 5 minutes tops, and I was just happy to be home. I climbed out of my car and entered the complex, taking the stairs to get to the second floor of the building. From there, it was only a matter of seconds before I got to my door and unlocked it.

"Hey," Sean greeted from the couch as I came through the door. It wasn't weird for Sean to be in my apartment when I got home. Occasionally he'd come over so we could spend a bit of time together before our next shifts.

"Hey," I return and set my things down before joining him on the couch. I took a seat on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck, placing a much needed kiss on his lips.

"How was work?" Sean asked and encircled my waist with his arms.

"You know, giving meds, checking in on patients, the usual," I reply, describing the everyday routine of my job as an ED Nurse at Chicago Med. "And then I got to spend some time with Jay at Molly's. It's always nice hanging out with him since I don't see him as often as Will. But what about you? How was patrol?"

"Fine. The only thing that happened was an attempted robbery, and we caught the guy," Sean responded. "Speaking of work, my partner's taking a day off tomorrow, so I'm gonna be partnered with Kim for the day."

I had no problem with Kim. Quite the opposite, actually. She was my best friend. However, she was also Sean's ex, so sometimes it made things weird between us. She assured me when Sean and I started dating that she was okay with it, and I believed that, but whenever the three of us were together, there was a bit of awkwardness in the room. We always got past it though, and Sean and Kim continued to be friends.

"All right. Keep each other safe, please," I plead and peck his lips before climbing off of his lap. "I've got an early shift tomorrow, so I'm gonna head to bed."

"Goodnight," Sean called after me. I ditched the clothes I was wearing, throwing them in the hamper with one toss. After I put on some pajamas, I climbed into bed and closed my eyes. Minutes later, I was fast asleep.

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"Y/N, that's your second cup of coffee this morning," Maggie pointed out as she joined me at the nurses' station.

"Yeah. And...?" I trailed off, not seeing the problem.

"Late night?" Maggie questioned.

I shook my head. "No, actually. I made Jay promise not to keep me at Molly's past 10, and he stayed true to that. Today I'm just enjoying my caffeine." Just then, Maggie's pager beeped, and when she glanced down at it, she frowned.

"Incoming! Choi, you're up!" Maggie yelled into the ED. Ethan was the doctor I worked with the most, and I had no problem with it. We had grown to be close friends, and we worked quite well together. So, whenever it was his turn to accept an incoming trauma, I always followed to help him out. I thought today would be the same, but that all changed when the gurney was wheeled through the ambulance bay doors.

"Kim Burgess, late 20s, gunshot wound to the neck. Weak pulse. We intubated in the field," Courtney, the paramedic, informed us. My whole world seemed to stop as I watched my best friend get wheeled past me. And seeing her unconscious made things 100% worse.

"Y/N, you coming?" Ethan quizzed as he led the gurney into the nearest trauma room.

"I uh... Mags, c-can you...?" I stammer out, not even needing to finish my sentence for Maggie to understand what I was asking.

"I've got this," Maggie assured me and followed Ethan into the trauma room. Seconds after Kim was wheeled in, Sean entered the ED, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on me.

"Y/N!" Sean shouted and joined me by the nurses' station. "How's Kim doing?"

"I don't know," I confess and glance towards the trauma room she was situated in. "I make it a rule to not work on anyone I'm close with. What the hell happened? You guys were just supposed to be on a routine patrol."

"Intelligence called us up," Sean answered. "We were working a drug case and we ended up having to chase the guy down an alleyway."

"That's not what I'm talking about. You promised you'd keep Kim safe. You promised, Sean. So where were you when she was being shot at?" I implore harshly.

"I was taking cover like I was supposed to! We didn't have an eye so I ducked down behind a dumpster. What, you think this was my fault?" Sean asked.

"You're her partner, Sean. It's your job to protect her. Yet here she is with a bullet buried in her neck," I return.

"You're acting like I told her to make a move," Sean countered. "She put her own life in danger. I had nothing to do with that."

I scoffed. "You had everything to do with it."

"I don't think we should be having this argument here," Sean whispered.

"Well I think we should," I retort.

"Y/N," Sean started.

"Don't 'Y/N' me," I seethe. By now, the whole ED was staring at us, but I didn't care right now. "My best friend is dying because of you!"

"If it was me in there instead of Kim, would you be yelling at her?" Sean posed. "Cause I think you'd be trying to reassure her that none of it was her fault. So, what? Kim takes priority over me, your boyfriend?"

"At the moment, yeah," I reply and cross my arms over my chest.

"Just at the moment? I think she always has," Sean accused. "And if that doesn't speak to how our relationship is, then I don't know what does."

"What are you trying to say?" I ask.

"I'm not trying to say anything. I'm telling you that I'm through with this. I'm through with you," Sean emphasized. "We're done." As Sean stalked off back towards the lobby, everything he said really hit me.

We were done.

"Y/N? You okay?" Adam questioned once he noticed that I had practically froze in the middle of the ED.

"Excuse me," I murmur and push past him politely. My body was begging me for some fresh air to help calm myself down, so I made my way out of the ED, but that involved going through the lobby where Sean and the rest of the 21st district was waiting. I hoped that I wouldn't catch anyone's attention, but I should've known better.

"Y/N," Jay said and stood up when he saw me. However, instead of stopping to talk to him, I made a beeline straight for the exit. The automatic doors opened when I stepped near them, allowing a nice breeze to hit my face. My feet carried me to the front of the hospital where I took a seat against the side of the building and placed my head in my hands. That's when the tears began to flow, but I didn't stop them. Minutes later, I was joined by Jay, who took a seat next to me. For a few seconds, we sat in silence, but then Jay spoke up. "Natalie told me what happened."

"I don't want to talk about it," I mutter without removing my head from my arms.

"Well, as family, we're required to," Jay declared. "I told you Roman was an ass."

I laughed softly and picked my head up, resting it against the wall behind me. "I now see why you thought that. So everyone in the ED heard?"

Jay nodded. "Yeah. But don't worry. I'm sure they're all thinking the same thing as I am. Want me to have a talk with Roman?"

I shook my head. "No, but thank you for offering. I uh, I need to get back inside. We're low on nurses today. I'll talk to you later, Jay."

Jay's POV

A few hours later, Kim was awake and doing well, and I was just glad that she would be making a full recovery. As Adam and I were exiting her room, we just so happened to bump into Sean Roman, the girl who just, not even hours prior, broke my little sister's heart.

"Hey, guys," Sean greeted. "Is she awake?""

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Are you for real?"

Sean frowned. "What?"

"You broke up with my sister, that's what. Get the hell out of here!" I demand.

"But-"

Adam cut Sean off. "Kim doesn't want to talk to you. Not after what happened between you and Y/N. And I'd advise you follow Jay's orders."

Sean hesitated, but sighed. "Fine." He then walked off, leaving Adam and I standing alone in front of Kim's hospital room.

"All right man, I'm gonna head out. I promised Y/N that Will and I would come over after her shift, which is ending in like 20 minutes, so I've gotta pick up some pizza and beers."

"Okay. I'm gonna stay and keep Kim company. Have a good night," Adam spoke.

"Yeah man. You too," I return. And with that, I left the hospital to go spend some much needed quality time with my sister. Y/N would probably be hurting for a few days, but Will and I agreed that we'd be there for her every step of the way because that's what big brothers were for.

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Logicality- Skirt

My second fic!! Decided to do logicality this time cause I have prinxiety brain rot but I don’t want to only post prinxiety. Also there is not nearly enough skirt smut in this fandom.

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Everyone in the mindscape knew Patton loved his skirts. It wasn’t hard to tell when he practically flounced down the stairs each morning in a new skirt on his way to make breakfast for everyone. It made the other sides happy to see Patton so excited over such a simple thing so they encouraged his fashion choices and occasionally joined in to wear their own skirts.

However, there was one person that liked Patton’s skirt more than Patton himself. Though Logan would never admit it, he could not deny how seeing his boyfriend’s skirt fly up as he danced in the kitchen while baking cookies, made him feel. He wasn’t ashamed of this fact; he knew different people preferred different things in the bedroom, and he and Patton had had a lengthy conversation about such things toward the beginning of their relationship. Logan never mentioned his affinity for skirts because he knew the moment he did, his lover would immediately use this to his advantage, teasing and seducing him. Logan would never get any work done with such a distraction.

Little did he know, Patton had long since figured out Logan’s skirt kink. So, when he skipped down the stairs one morning in a new skirt, shorter than any he had worn before, Patton didn’t even bat an eye when he could feel Logan’s gaze burning a hole through him.

This particular skirt he had conjured with Roman’s help. It was a short, pale blue affair that flared out just above his midthigh. He specifically requested something that would drive Logan wild and Roman was eager to oblige, even convincing his brother to drag Janus to the imagination as he kidnapped Virgil for a water balloon fight to “cool off from the summer heat.” Coincidentally, he had also decided it would be an all day event, leaving Logan and Patton alone in the mindscape.

As much as he wanted to take advantage of their time alone, Patton knew he had to wait before he jumped his boyfriend’s bones. He had set up an entire plan (with only some advice from Roman) and he was going to stick to it, so he pulled the eggs from the fridge and prepared omlettes for himself and Logan, continuing his routine as usual.

The whole day, Patton could feel Logan’s eyes on him, staring hungrily as he went about his chores, vacuuming, dusting, and bending over for just a bit longer than necessary when he needed to reach lower places. Around noon, they ate lunch and Logan left to work in his own room rather than the living room to “avoid distraction.” That, however, worked against Patton’s plan, so of course he offered to clean up his partner’s room while he worked. Logan tried to dismiss his offer, but he insisted, leaving no room for argument.

Only half an hour had passed in his room before Logan groaned and spun his chair around to face where Patton was kneeling on the floor, knees spread, sorting laundry.

“That’s quite enough. Either you leave and let me work in peace or you get up here and let me fuck you sensless.”

Patton bit his lip, repressing a moan, already feeling his cock harden underneath his skirt. He quickly climbed into Logan’s lap, straddling him with his arms around the other man’s neck.

“Someone’s bossy today. What’s got you all worked up?” Patton asked teasingly. Logan growled in response and swiftly began biting and sucking harshly at his boyfriend’s neck. Patton choked out a gasp of surprise and his hands flew to Logan’s hair, tugging hard and pulling a low moan from him.

Logan’s hands fumbled with his partner’s shirt, desperately peeling it off as he spoke, “You have no idea what you do to me, prancing around in that scandalously short skirt. I’ve been waiting all day for this.”

Patton shivered at his words, letting go of Logan’s hair in favor of tugging at his skirt before Logan caught his wrist. “Leave it on,” he growled. Patton just nodded and let his partner’s hands run up and down his thighs until they finally reached for the lacy underwear just barely concealed by the soft fabric of the skirt. Logan groaned at the sight of the dark blue panties, “You’re going to be the death of me.”

Patton pouted with a barely concealed smile, “But how can you fuck me if your dead? I’m not into necrophilia like Remus, dear.” Logan made a disgusted face at the thought and decided to shut up the other side by crashing their mouths together. He tugged on Patton’s plush bottom lip and upon his partner’s gasp, he slipped his tongue into his mouth.

Patton was so caught up in the searing kiss that he nearly jumped when he felt the cold press of Logan’s lubed fingers against his ass. He was painfully hard and desperate to feel Logan inside him, pushing back on the finger breaching his entrance for a taste of the friction he craved. Seeing as Patton had already stretched himself well in the morning, expecting and hoping for this outcome, it wasn’t long before Logan was able to insert two, and then three fingers.

Soon, Patton was tired of the teasing and decided he needed Logan in him as soon as possible. Luckily, Logan was on the same page and pulled his fingers out of his boyfriend, lips twitching upward at the resulting whine. He released his hard cock from the confines of his pants, dripping with precum, much like Patton’s. Wasting no time, he slipped it in easily, moaning at the feeling of Patton, hot and tight, around him.

Patton threw his head back with a shout, allowing Logan plenty of room to nip and kiss at his neck. He gripped the other’s hair tightly, bouncing as fast as his legs would let him, relishing in the moans it drew from Logan. The fast pace was exactly what he needed and the delicate feeling of his skirt fluttering around his thighs and bare ass only heightened his pleasure.

When Logan thrust upward, meeting his hips, Patton screamed as Logan’s cock rammed against his prostate. The pleasure was becoming too much and tears began running down his cheeks as he was brought closer to his peak. Then, Logan started stroking his weeping cock and Patton couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into his grip. The combination of pushing back on the cock inside him brushing against his prostate and the skillful way his lover jacked him off were enough to push him over the edge. Finally, he got the orgasm he had been looking forward to all day, cumming with a sharp cry, hard enough for it to hit the top of Logan’s chest. The logical side was quick to follow after, hips stuttering before releasing hotly inside Patton, who squirmed at the feeling, as his head tilted back with a satisfied groan.

They both cringed at the feeling of cum drying both on Logan’s chest and Patton’s thighs when his partner pulled out. “We should’ve used a condom, huh?” Patton smiled awkwardly, trying to get as little cum on his skirt as possible. Logan hummed in agreement and ran a hand through his sweaty hair, basking in his afterglow.

Patton’s grin turned cheeky as he asked, “So, uh, did you like the skirt?”

Logan rolled his eyes, but Patton caught the ghost of a smile on his lips as he responded, “Yes, dear, very much.”

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I wasn't expecting mercury to be so low when it's named after the Roman God. 'He [Mercury] is the god of financial gain, commerce, eloquence, messages, communication (including divination), travellers, boundaries, luck, trickery, and thieves; he also serves as the guide of souls to the underworld and the "messenger of the gods".' [Source: Wikipedia]. I've italised the things that very much strike me as LL!Scott - from here just referred to as Scott. Eloquence seems obvious to me. Scott easily charms people, whether its into teaming with him, passing along things for safe care or convincing them to do absolutely stupid things. Scott was easily able to convince people to carry out his ideas, such as spreading the wither skulls across the server. Leading from eloquence is communication. Scott leads or supports the leaders of the groups he joins, easily communicating with anyone and everyone. This also encompasses divination, which while Scott doesn't have an active record of, he still predicted things, such as the way Grian flips on his red life.

Boundaries is something that not everyone thinks of, but Scott's big project was the walls for the Scottage - a boundary of what was his area. They also had a minor element of trickery with the lava.

Luck was a big part of last life, especially in the lives count. Scott got the worst luck possible with 2 lives to start. He then had the fortune of finding Pearl, who had a high life count and had the eloquence to convince her to gift him a life. He also had incredible luck in a mining session, as compared to Pearl.

Trickery - Scott's base was a form of trickery, the actual meat of it hidden below ground, as well as once again his walls, a marking of his territory that other players got so used to breaking through that the lava was a trick and a boundary. Scott also has a penchant for spying. Scott can also spot others tricks from a mile away, an example being Lizzie's attempted bogyman kill, which killed Pearl.

Thieves. Many forget this but Scott stole a lot of things in Last Life. He robbed the Southlands while multiple members were present, found Grian's secret area and stole valuable, most notably the wither skull. Scott routinely goes on trips around the server, taking things, like when he raided the red base.

Finally, the symbolism cherry on top in some things regrading Mercury as a planet in our solar system. Mercury in the closest to the sun, which fits with Scott as the second winner after Grian, who is represented by the sun. Mercury has a heavily cratered surface, which represents the way Scott sacrifices himself for his allies. Scott lets himself go to red, rather than killing anyone as a bogeyman. Scott takes hits to himself to protect his allies, which is a unique trait to him in the Life Series - being a death game and all. Anyway this is my thesis on why Mercury is the best planet to represent Scott.

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Hello there,, I was wondering if you can do a jason grace x reader oneshot where reader is really tired/almost asleep and jason attempts to remove their makeup and do their skincare routine for them? I'm probably also going to write my version on my fan acc 😅 but I'd love to see your take on it! (If u don't really vibe with Jason, headcanons for the seven would be fine too!)

Thanks in advance <3

Thank you for requesting! I hope this isn't too much farther from what you requested, but this is my only skincare routine (I don't normally wear makeup because I am terrible at it)

Tired Party Nights

Coming over to Camp Half-Blood all the way from across the country while monsters chased you and your boyfriend was no easy task. Though with Jason things were a tad bit easier considering he had had longer and more rigorous training than yourself at Camp Jupiter.

It had been just a few hours since you arrived, covered in cuts and bruises then spending your time in the infirmary till Will and Kayla had deemed you fit enough to leave for your cabin had taken up most of your time before you unpacked your stuff on the assigned bunk.

By dumb luck, (or rather the Fates interference) Chiron and Mr. D both had to leave Camp Half Blood urgently, and the senior campers had been left in-charge. So that meant more fun time for everyone.

You knew this was going to be insane when Leo suggested his version of twister to everyone and then Piper joined in the chorus by saying that they should host a party. Percy eagerly agreed, Travis and Connor went ahead and got the Big House ready for everyone, under the guidance of Annabeth and Clarisse to prevent too much nuisance. Jason looked so pretty in the under the setting sun, with his blond hair blown into shape on one side of his head, making his shadow appear as if he had a singular horn.

“Aren’t you going to have them follow the rules, o’ Mister Roman?” you teased as you wrapped your arms around his form, enveloping him in a back hug.

“I think I rather enjoy breaking the rules now,” Jason softly said as he put his hands on yours. “I must say, you and Leo have been great influences on me.”

You kissed his cheek as you looked out at the sun disappearing into the sea, wondering in the back of your mind if you’d ever get to see Apollo’s flying chariot. “Well then, I will say I did an awesome job.”

“That you did.”

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The exhaustion that you felt post the game of twister was over had been the worst of the worse. You and Annabeth had been the last two who had been on the floating platform of the twister mat, and then one wrong move had you falling to the floor. Your bones were tired.

Everyone was yawning and some had even fallen asleep. Your head rested on Jason’s shoulder as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

It was Nico and Will who had ordered everyone to retire to the cabins.

Jason supported you as you stumbled to your cabin, lids dropping in protest.

Your cabin was quiet as the two of you entered, and Jason laid you on your bunk. “You haven’t taken your makeup off,” he whispers as you start to fall asleep. “Alright, I’ll do it for you. It won’t take too long, darling. Just a few moments.”

“I’m exhausted,” you mumbled, forcing your eyes to stay open as the blond boy takes out the makeup wipes from your cupboard. You pull off your eyelashes in the meantime to have something to fiddle with, knowing you will regret it later.

A chuckle escaped your mouth as you watched Jason’s focused face, his perfect blond eyebrows drawn together as he cleaned your face up with the remover. Your vision blurred at times, making him appear funnier as he fumbled through your supplies to find your night cream and moisturizer. His calloused fingers were gentle as they tapped the night cream on your under eyes and eyelids, careful not to poke you. His large hands covered your face as he applied the moisturizer, making the both of you chuckle loudly.

“I’m going to get you your pajamas.” Jason decided, disappearing out of your vision as your lids dropped. You were floating in a myriad of sensations and every noise echoed distantly. Vaguely aware of your boyfriend’s hands on you, changing you into a pair of comfortable shorts and tank top, you curled into yourself as sleep coddled you.

“Stay here,” you murmured, unaware that you said it.

“Of course,” Jason promised as he dropped down beside you, curling onto you from behind, gently stroking your arms till he fell asleep.

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Love Our Way

Summary: Virgil knew he should have said something right there. But he didn’t, because he knew that would be the end.

Notes: Ace Virgil fic with romantic LAMP

TWs: Mentions of sex but no details. A little bit of internalized acephobia but barely, Virgil just has negative self esteem.

They’d been together a few months now and it had been, without a doubt, the best few months of Virgil’s life. 

It’d been a bit nerve wracking in the beginning, those first couple of weeks, as excited and thrilled as he was, Virgil had been extra paranoid about doing something wrong, about giving them any reason to lose feelings for him. 

He honestly hadn’t thought it could work at first. Relationships rarely worked out with two people, let alone four. Eventually they would fight, or lose feelings, or decide it was all too complicated. And things would get awkward and they could all end up hating each other and who knew what it would do to Thomas if they could no longer stand to be in the same room—

But they didn’t. By some miracle, that never happened.

Things were...things were perfect, as scared as Virgil had been to use the word. They’d been amazing ever since the anxious side was allowed to join their family, the love and warmth a wonderful kind of overwhelming he’d never felt before, but actually dating the people he loved more than anything, no longer needing to be afraid to express his feelings…

It was more than he’d ever thought he would get. More than he ever thought could be possible. Sometimes he still couldn’t believe it was real. 

They fit together like puzzle pieces, making each other stronger, pushing each other to be better, gentle and encouraging, coexisting in peaceful harmony. 

Virgil had never felt so welcomed, so surrounded by unconditional support and affection. They showed him just how much he had to offer. For the first time he’d actually felt like he wasn’t just a burden. 

It was hard, especially when it took a while to convince himself that he wasn’t invited into the relationship out of convenience, but because they actually wanted him. 

But they loved him. He knew that now. They all loved each other, flaws and all. 

And, well...Virgil should have known it wouldn't last forever. 

Not for him. Because...because that was just the way things were, wasn’t it? He’d made progress, he wasn’t the bad guy anymore, but he was still Anxiety. Things were just destined to go wrong. 

He really hadn’t given a single thought. It never crossed his mind as something that could ever be a problem, even when they had initially gotten together. No one else seemed intent on bringing it up, so Virgil had figured they never would. 

But then it had. Logan had brought the topic up about a week ago, somewhat awkward but still painfully casual, the conversation simply to discuss everyone’s level of comfort when it came to intimacy. 

Which...yeah, Virgil guessed it made sense. They were dating, the four of them happy and comfortable with their relationship, and had been for months now. So obviously sex was going to get brought up eventually. Boundaries needed to be set before...anything actually happened. It was routine for a healthy relationship. 

Except Virgil hadn’t actually thought they would ever talk about it. Because he’d known for a long time that he was asexual and he’d just...kind of assumed the others were too.

Which in retrospect, was a stupid conclusion to jump to. 

Virgil had known for years now, long before befriending the others. It had taken him a while to be sure, lots of research and panic and overthinking, but he’d eventually grown comfortable with the label. It was just another part of who he was. 

But he’d also never really understood why. Thomas wasn’t asexual so it didn’t make any sense for Virgil to have a separate identity. 

Unless it was just something all the sides experienced, none of them able to feel that kind of attraction.

But he’d never actually gotten around to asking. No one brought it up, and before the...development in their relationship it never seemed like something that would be an issue. So he’d just assumed, and ran with it. 

But clearly that wasn’t the case. Not when Roman and Patton were responding to Logan’s question with varying levels of eagerness and approval, comfortable and willing to take the next step when they were all ready.  

And Virgil knew he should have said something right there. They had given him the perfect opportunity to come out, quick and easy, and avoid anything uncomfortable in the future. 

But he didn’t. Because...because that would be the end, wouldn’t it? 

They would be sweet about it, of course. Thank him for being honest. But if he was the only one who didn’t want that...well, what was the point of him being a part of things? 

It was a cruel thing to assume, he knew that. None of them were shallow enough to see sex as something necessary, and he knew they would never force him into anything. 

But...but he already offered so little. They already had to jump through so many hoops to accommodate his anxiety, and it wasn’t like he was particularly loving or good at romance, as hard as he tried. As loving and amazing as they were, this could simply be the final straw. 

He wanted to be with them. He wanted them in every other way. He loved them more than anything. But he wouldn’t fight it when they ended up distancing themselves from him. 

Virgil just wasn’t ready for that heartbreak yet. So he plastered on a fake smile, and nodded along with the others.

 He’d tell them tomorrow. The longer he waited, the worse it would be. 

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“Movie night!” Patton declared, skipping into the living room where Virgil was scrolling aimlessly on his phone. “And don’t think you’re getting out of it this time, Virge!”

Virgil tried to ignore the way his stomach twisted at the phrasing, swallowing against rising panic and sending Patton a smile. It was just movie night, same as every Friday. 

It had been two weeks now, and he still hadn’t told them. He’d managed to avoid last week’s movie night with the excuse of an upset stomach, desperately trying not to think about what they could be doing without him. 

And now...now he’d have to tell. They’d already be upset he waited this long, he couldn’t put it off any longer. 

Besides, they’d all be in the same bed all night, as they often were, relaxed and happy and enjoying each other’s company. They wouldn’t ever force him into something he wasn’t comfortable with, even if they wanted nothing to do with him after he came out. 

He’d lied, after all. He should have told them right away. 

“I'll be right there,” he said, forcing a smile as Patton made his way upstairs to his bedroom where the others were likely waiting. “Just...give me a second.” 

This was it, then. Hopefully afterwards, it wouldn’t be too awkward. Hopefully they would still be willing to keep him around as a friend. 

They were all waiting for him by the time he made it to Roman’s room, the three of them sprawled out on the bed in a pile of laughs and smiles, and Virgil’s heart felt like it was trying to break through his chest. 

He loved them so much. He wanted nothing more than to forget all of this and be held in their arms, content and warm until the sun came up. 

But putting it off wasn’t fair to them. And it wasn’t fair to him either. 

“Virgil!” Roman exclaimed, and Virgil felt lightheaded at the fond, excited looks he was being given. “Come help us choose a movie!” 

He almost chickened out again, just for a second. But he couldn’t panic. Not until it was out in the open and he could deal with the consequences. 

After tonight, he could very well end up alone again. Isolated like a villain. 

Why did he have to keep turning out to be different? Why was he always meant to end up alone? 

“In a second,” he said, stopping just inside the doorway. “I...I need to say something first, if that’s ok.”

Their smiles dropped slightly, but their gentle, welcoming expressions never wavered. The three of them sat up in bed, scooting forward as Patton nodded. 

“Of course, honey,” he said. “What’s on your mind?” 

He was actually doing this. He just...had to figure out how to start. 

Virgil took a breath and stuffed his hands in his pockets to hide how they’d begun to shake. “Just to- just to get it out there to make it easier for you guys...I- I get it if you want to break up with me after this.”  

That got their attention, their heads snapping up with wide, wary eyes. Virgil couldn’t quite bring himself to look at them anymore. 

“I’m just saying,” he muttered, and god he was shaking so bad. “I’ll understand.” 

The silence only stretched on another few seconds before Logan cleared his throat. “We’re listening, Virgil.” 

Ok. Ok he could do this. He...really should have planned out what he was going to say first. 

“I should have told you right away,” he started. “I know I should have. It’s not fair to you guys and I’m...I’m really sorry that I didn’t. I wasn’t trying to...to lie or- or lead you on or anything, I just...love you guys. A lot. I’ve loved being with you and I wasn’t ready to...you know...ruin that.” 

“Virge? What...what did you do, darling?” 

It was passed off as a joke, the Prince forcing a small smile, but there was serious concern behind it. 

Virgil quickly shook his head. “It’s not...I didn’t realize that it would be, you know, an issue. But you guys want...you want someone who’s not...me. Because- because I’m…” 

Say it, just say it. 

“I’m asexual. And you guys...I shouldn’t have kept that from you. I’m sorry. I’m just...sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” 

And that was...it. That was it. They knew now. 

They knew, and they could react how they wanted. If they were angry, Virgil wouldn’t blame him. If they were disgusted and demanded he leave...Virgil wouldn’t fight it, no matter how badly it hurt. 

He knew them better than to truly assume that would be the case, but the thought was still there. 

Furious or not, there was no way they’d trust him enough to keep him in the relationship. 

But he had to hold it together until the end of the conversation. He’d escape as soon as they let him, and then...and then he’d readjust to being alone. 

Unfortunately, none of them seemed particularly inclined to answer, the silence stretching on a moment too long. He risked a glance up from the floor, hunching his shoulders when he caught Logan’s eye. 

“Virgil,” the logical side said. “Come sit down, please.”

He quickly shook his head, taking a step back. He didn’t need a long, drawn out ending to this. He wouldn’t be able to hold it together that long. 

“You...you guys don’t have to--” 

“Virgil,” Patton cut him off, scooting aside to make room. “Come over here and talk to us.” 

And he’d never be able to deny Patton anything, would he? Not when he sounded so desperate. 

Virgil moved forward on shaky legs, focusing solely on his breathing to keep himself from crying, ending up seated in between Patton and Logan, Roman pressed up against the moral side. 

“This doesn’t need to be a conversation,” he said, just wanting to get out. “I...I said I would understand.” 

Virgil jumped when there was a hand against his cheek, Logan suddenly cupping his jaw and turning his head until they were face to face, the logical side’s eyes piercing behind his glasses. 

“Virgil,” Logan started, sounding almost breathless. “How...on earth could you think this would end in a break up?” 

Virgil blinked, wondering if this was some kind of trick question. “What? I don’t--” 

“Darling,” Roman said, and the Prince was suddenly scooting over to sit in front of Virgil, the three of them surrounding him. “You thought we would leave if you came out as Ace?” 

Virgil shook his head because no, that...that wasn’t the problem. Not entirely, anyway. “It’s not...guys I lied. You asked me to be in a relationship with you and I didn’t say anything.” 

“You did not lie,” Logan said, never dropping his hand from Virgil’s face. “You just were not ready to come out yet. You and I both know there is a substantial difference.” 

There was a hand suddenly slipping into his own, and Virgil startled when he realized it was Patton’s, the moral side’s free hand now running fingers through his hair. 

“You weren’t comfortable sharing that part of yourself,” he said. “That’s totally ok, sweetheart. No one’s mad at you. I’m just glad you said something before something...happened.” 

Logan’s hand suddenly dropped, his eyes big and painfully worried, and Virgil had to force himself not to look away. 

“Virgil,” he said slowly. “You do not...owe us anything. Especially not something like sex. If we made you feel like--” 

“What? Jesus- no.” Virgil moved his hand away from Patton, pulling his knees up to his chest, squeezing his eyes shut to try to get a hold of himself. “It wasn’t...I just thought...it would be too...t-too much to deal with, you know?” 

They weren’t breaking up with him. They weren’t. He’d been stupid to think that. There was no reason he should still be so upset. 

He couldn’t make them feel guilty. He couldn’t make them think they’d been the ones to do something wrong when they’d been nothing but perfect. He couldn’t--

“Oh Virgil.” 

Too late he realized the tears had started to spill over, his face burning as he pressed a hand against his mouth to try and muffle any treacherous sobs. 

There was a pair of arms around him, warm and grounding, and it took Virgil a moment to realize it was Roman, gently guiding him into the embrace. He didn’t fight it, falling limp against the Prince’s chest with a pathetic choking noise. 

“S-sorry,” he managed in between sobs. “I’m sorry, I- I don’t know why I’m...I sh-should have told you, I- I thought you’d...I thought you’d run out of reasons to- to want me.” 

“We could never,” Roman whispered, holding him tight. Patton moved forward to rub circles along his back, Logan reaching out to squeeze his hand. “You’re beautiful, Virgil. And this doesn’t change a thing.”

It didn’t make sense. None of it made any sense. If one of them had come out, it would be different. But with him...there was already so much to deal with, so much they were forced to handle. 

Eventually, it had to get to be too much, right? He’d already figured they’d get fed up with the extra steps they had to take to respect his boundaries, Virgil always a little more wary when it came to being vulnerable. 

But they all sounded so...genuine. Princey hadn’t once loosened his hold, still whispering quiet reassurances, Patton was back to running his fingers through Virgil’s hair, pressing kisses to his free hand. 

And Logan still held on tight, counting out familiar breathing exercises just loud enough for Virgil to hear, always knowing how to calm him down. 

When he finally managed to calm down, taking in deep, shuddering breaths, he reluctantly pulled away from Roman, wiping at his eyes as he stared down at his lap. 

“Sorry,” he muttered. “I never thought...I wouldn’t have let you guys do anything. I was always gonna tell you eventually I just...kept putting it off.” 

“That is quite alright,” Logan said, sounding oddly hesitant. “But I...don’t think I could forgive myself if we had taken the next step without realizing you would not enjoy it.” 

Virgil nodded, forcefully pushing down the sickening panic at the thought. “I know. I wouldn’t have let that happen. I promise.” 

Patton and Logan both squeezed his hands, Patton tilting forward to press a kiss to his temple before leaning his forehead on Virgil’s shoulder. He allowed himself to lean into the touch, taking another shaky breath before continuing. 

“I’m...I am sorry though. If this complicates things.” 

Roman cocked his head slightly, frowning. “Complicates things?” 

“Yeah,” Virgil said, hoping he wasn’t about to refute every wonderful thing that had just been said. “We’re...in a relationship. And you all want...I mean, Roman you’re pretty much all romance, so I know you want--” 

He cut himself off, caught completely off guard when Roman started laughing. 

“Sorry,” the Prince said quickly, smiling at the exasperated looks Virgil realized the others were giving him. “Sorry, I just...gosh, Virgil can I kiss you?” 

Virgil blinked, mind suddenly completely blank. “I...uh, sure?” 

True to his word, Roman was suddenly cupping Virgil’s face in both his hands, gently pressing their lips together, and just like always Virgil melted against the touch, completely safe for just a single, blissful moment. 

When Roman pulled back, he met Virgil’s gaze, brimming with nothing but adoration and love. “Virgil, darling, you really think I see something as trivial as sex romantic?”

“I mean...yeah?” 

“Virgil, I love you. You, not...not what you have to offer. I love seeing you in the mornings, and holding you...I love hearing your voice. I want to cook you dinners and pick you flowers and sing for you. That’s romantic, Virge. Not...not something as small as sex. That’s not what’s important. Not to me.” 

“I, for once, am in agreement with Roman,” Logan said. “Sexual intimacy has never been of importance to me. It certainly does not hold enough power to damage our relationship in any way if you do not desire it. And it certainly has no power over my feelings for you.” 

Virgil was suddenly dangerously close to crying again. “I--” 

“Besides, there is no logical reason for us to engage in sexual intercourse. We are not human, so the need to reproduce does not--” 

Roman thankfully cut him off with a kiss, Logan making a noise somewhere between surprise and annoyance, but reciprocated without further complaint. 

Patton was suddenly taking both of Virgil’s hands, their fingers laced together, and Virgil suddenly wasn't quite so scared to meet the moral side’s eyes. 

“I don’t care about something silly like that,” Patton said. “I just care about you, honey. The four of us being safe and happy and together. If we all just cuddle and tell each other how much we love each other...nothing else could ever make me that happy. So don’t you worry about a thing, ok?” 

Virgil wasn’t sure whether he laughed or sobbed, but he was smiling back at Patton, at the people who surrounded him with unconditional love, and he nodded. 

“Ok,” he agreed, feeling lighter than he thought he ever had. “Thank you. All of you. I...I love you all. So much.” 

Within moments they were all tangled up in each other, the television playing an old comfort movie, Virgil wrapped up in Logan’s arms with his head against Roman’s chest, Patton leaned against his legs. 

It was still perfect, and Virgil had a funny feeling it always would be. He loved them, more than anything in the entire world, and there wasn’t a doubt in his mind they felt the same way.