#and then he gets to work and Achilles is his boss

[baejax-the-great]

not to interject but the surprise reunion hook up could happen at pride 🍆💦 lotta that going on this month

Ahaha most pride events I've been to have been broad daylight open spaces so one of them would have to get the other to a second location. Sluttiness is always so much easier when it can happen sans travel.

But definitely they could see each other at a pride night at a bar or something. I was going to say a house party would be even better, but I already wrote that fic 😅

[helpmeimblorboing]

The world passes by, and it’s cold. The gravestone is warm. In the depths of Achilles’ fevered mind, he thinks it still smells like Patroclus, the warmth of his skin, the cypress smell of his clothes

He kneels in the frozen dirt, and twigs dig into his skin like the claws of the Furies his mother used to tell him about, screaming, raving spirits of vengeance, risen from the other world to punish him - how dare you let him die !! How dare you let him hurt !!

He thinks he’s been kneeling here for years, but that can’t be right. The Sunday chill is still in the air, and the wind carries the smell of his corpse, limp and dead

The stone is simple, just a slab of rock, words carved into its face - PATROCLUS MENOITIADES 1995-2024

He thinks there should be an “Achilles” scrawled beside it. He thinks he might be dead, too

He remembers how he looked, in those final days, eyes sunken, face shriveled. Skinny as a twig. So unlike the Patroclus he loved that he was half-convinced it was a prank

They said it was pneumonia. Achilles thinks it was Fate herself, playing a cruel joke on him

The weather was calm, almost irritatingly so. Briseis came by to leave out some coffee and donuts for him, lest he ended up starving himself to death, but that was hours ago. And Achilles’ stomach felt like a black hole. He hungered for only one thing, and that was now forever beyond his reach

By now, the cup contained only black-brown sludge, and critters had devoured whatever remained of the donuts. As he watched, one of them nibbled on a crumb

He derived some vicious satisfaction in squishing it, leaving behind a smear of black blood on the rim of the plate. If he had to suffer, so would everyone around him

Maybe, if he sits out here long enough, he’ll catch pneumonia, too. Maybe then he’ll finally be able to follow Patroclus over to the other world. Maybe then he would finally get to be happy

A hoarse voice cleared its throat right behind him. The man was wearing doctor’s scrubs, having just gotten off work. Achilles flinched. It seemed unfazed, “I’m sorry for your loss”

Achilles didn’t respond

Hector continued, “We did everything we could, but it was too late for him. All we could do was-“

“Shut up”, his voice was sharper then he remembered, hoarse and rusty from screaming, like shattered glass, “Shut up before I gouge out your eyes”

“I understand you’re upset”, Hector’s voice was placating. Achilles wanted to kill him, “but it’s not OUR fault”

“I thought I told you something”, his voice was dead, lifeless as his love, right under him, like all the nights they had spent together, “Let me repeat it - shut up”

“Right…”, Hector paused, before clearing his throat, “Briseis wants to know if you’re okay”

Achilles was silent. After a long moment, the tell-tale sounds of a man shuffling away reached him. He didn’t move

After a long moment, he rose to his feet. At the gates of the cemetery, Automedon, clearly worried, perked up slightly at the sight

“Boss”, he called, “The car’s waiting”

“Is…”, Achilles cleared his throat, “Is Mom…”

“She’s at the house”, he swallowed. Hard, “She wants to see you”

“I…”, the breath he drew in was ragged and torn, as he turned back towards the grave, feeling oddly like he was chopping off a limb by leaving this place, “I…”

His mother had never liked Patroclus. But these last few weeks… she had changed. For some reason, the thought of her son losing his heart seemed to get her to finally show the young - so young, too young - man some compassion.

Who knows ? Maybe she had a change of heart.

“Boss ?”, Automedon sounded a bit nervous. He idly scratched the back of his head, “Lady Thetis said she wants you inside by sundown, lest you…”, he swallowed, “…end up like him”

Achilles resisted the urge to bark out a pained laugh. Isn’t that what she always told him would. come of associating with the likes of his beloved ? A bastard, a disgrace, someone disowned by his own family ?

How odd that, now that he was dead, those words were repeated, and with such a different meaning

“Boss ?”

“Yeah”, Achilles turned towards his friend, and was a bit disappointed to not be faced with a funeral hearse, “M’coming”

It seemed improper, for a corpse to be carried around in his mother’s gleaming black Chevrolet Cameron, but he supposed after it had carried his mother around for years, it was used to carting around wounded souls

[crackers4jenn]

Fic Masterlist - Supernatural (Dean/Cas)

CANON-ADJACENT

TITLE: down the road (WIP)

SUMMARY: Set immediately after the s7 finale, when Dean and Cas get sucked into Purgatory. They stick together to fight their way back out, running into some old friends along the way... and some old enemies. (Or, Brokeback Purgatory 1.0. Dean and Cas work through their issues in monsterland.)

TITLE: every inch of my life

SUMMARY: Post-season 15, in a version where Dean doesn't die and Cas is back from the Empty. Gabriel shows up with some mischief in mind, hurtling them through classic porn tropes.

TITLE: one more time (WIP)

SUMMARY: Set during the s15 divorce arc. What if Cas got captured by a djinn. What if he experienced his moment of ‘true happiness’ while caught in its dream, and it summoned the Empty. What if Dean saved Cas from the djinn, only to have a portal of black goo open up in front of them?

TITLE: lapse and fall again

SUMMARY: A post-finale fix-it fic where Dean doesn't die. Instead, he pulls Cas out of the Empty. Eventually, after the reunion, there's romance and a road trip, but not specifically in that order.

TITLE: like a tidal wave I'll make a mess

SUMMARY: 5 Times Dean and Cas Get Mistaken for a Couple (and 1 Time They Actually Are)

TITLE: and I will pull my whole heart up to the surface

SUMMARY: 15x20 fix-it fic. Heaven feels perfect, until suddenly it doesn't.

TITLE: here's a map, here's a shovel, here's my achilles heel

SUMMARY: Post-15x19. Turns out, Dean doesn't have to ask to get Cas back.

TITLE: sink

SUMMARY: "Where to?" A 9.06 coda.

TITLE: dry and blown like dust

SUMMARY: They worry first about angel doings and once-dormant plagues and monster illnesses from cursed objects around the bunker, but Sam WebMD's Cas' symptoms and diagnoses him with: the flu. Set in s9.

TITLE: Mr & Mr Winchester

SUMMARY: "No pet names, I popped the damn question, and you're the girl." (Or, Dean and Castiel: fake-married. Set in a hypothetical s9.)

TITLE: lights down low

SUMMARY: When Dean comes to, it's with a fuzzy, head-pounding disorientation. He's on his back, on the ground, that much he immediately knows, where there's an overgrown lawn cushioning what must've been one hell of a landing. (Or, my excuse to do a canon-compliant Dean/Cas rom-com.)

TITLE: the morning when it's clear

SUMMARY: Post-8.02 Purgatory fic. When it all goes to shit, and obviously it does, it feels like the world is splintering open. That's probably because it is.

✨

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

TITLE: 99 problems (and a stitch ain't one) (WIP)

SUMMARY: Dean gets a job at a craft store to woo and date ladies, but his plans backfire because his boss is the v. annoying but v. dreamy Castiel, who might be the actual temptation.

TITLE: Wedding Guy

SUMMARY: Cas slips Dean his number at a wedding, and a friendship/relationship takes off from there.

TITLE: on higher grounds

SUMMARY: (based off a tumblr post) charity collector cas who has a spot outside dean’s favourite book store in town and who always looks so cold despite the huge scarf he wears so dean takes to bringing him hot chocolate every day and cas gets this little smile every time he sees dean coming down the street

TITLE: a way not steep

SUMMARY: Dean's twenty-six and his roommate's a guy who cries during E.T.

TITLE: like only a best friend could

SUMMARY: They're both 18 now and Cas is going off to college and Dean's. Well, Dean's probably headed for a fun future of 'would you like fries with that?' and sometimes it scares him so much he thinks about running away too. Like their dads.

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CROSSOVER/FUSION

TITLE: Filming Jesus

FANDOMS: Community, Supernatural

SUMMARY: God is not here, Dean. (Or, Jeff and Annie meet Dean and Castiel. Set during Community s3 and SPN s5.)

TITLE: 11 characters that never were the slayer

FANDOMS: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Supernatural, The Office, Community, Glee, Parks & Rec, Gilmore Girls, etc etc.

[patrickjanebrain]

Patrick Jane's Problems with Authority

On the show there are two specific situations you can expect Jane to get excited about. The first is when he comes across a performer or another con artist, someone who is also in the craft of fooling people. No matter how skilled or clumsy that person is, Patrick is always intrigued. He likes to view the competition. He always perks up when he smells a scam. It’s endearing. 

The second situation is when Jane encounters a petty tyrant available for him to take down. It doesn’t matter how small the throne they sit on, if they’re in any way unworthy, he views it as his honor to kick over that chair and laugh.

It’s not just once in a while. It’s every time. Every tyrant. Every politician, principal, CEO, security head, or society snob. They don’t have to get in Patrick’s way or insult him (or Lisbon) either, although if they do, he strikes like a mongoose. No mercy.

Patrick Jane hates authority. He really does. He especially hates unearned authority, blowhards, and tyrants, but he does not recognize any authority over himself at all. As he tells the sheriff in Red Alert (3x13): “I’m not below or above, I’m to the side.” He sees himself outside the hierarchy, an authority to himself and the only authority over himself. If he cooperates at all, it’s only because it’s in his best interest to do so. Sometimes, even when it is in his best interest, his impulse to be a pain in the ass wins out over practical concerns.

As far as Lisbon goes, she doesn’t control him, and his affection and care for her is the only reason he occasionally lets her put the brakes on him. Not because she’s his boss (she is, but he doesn’t acknowledge it), but because his messes get her in trouble, and he doesn’t want her to suffer. 

Outside of the people he interacts with regularly, Jane has three basic approaches to people. 

AUTHORITY FIGURES

Any person in authority, he automatically begins to try to poke at their achilles heel. He’ll make little mocking digs or outright humiliate them. He’ll question their leadership ability or just embrace his naughty side:

See that flourish? Jane artistically adds it after he paints the last letter in “SNYDER SUCKS"? That’s a fuck-you flourish. The vandalism is enough to get him the principal’s attention (which Jane needs to expose the fact that he’s been illegally surveilling minors in the bathrooms). The message is one of (Patrick’s usual) disdain. The flourish, though: that’s for every kid who’s had to deal with this self-righteous, hypocritical prick. He’s sticking it to the man, almost literally. 

He just loves to do this. It’s not work for him, it’s a privilege. 

REGULAR  PEOPLE

When Jane questions average people who are not authority figures and who have information to give, he’s sort of a neutral version of himself. He can still be bratty, but it’s not in any way malicious. Sometimes he has to stir people up to get an answer or idea, but there’s nothing personal in that. He doesn’t want to hurt them or help them. He’s just doing his job, and often that’s making trouble to cause a distraction or get someone to reveal something. 

Jane was trained from birth to view regular non-carny people as marks, and it’s still a habit. He doesn’t get involved, and he doesn’t feel guilty about how he interacts with them as long as he doesn’t really hurt them. 

THE VULNERABLE

This is the facet of Patrick Jane’s character that is the most interesting to me: his care and tenderness with people who are hurting or are weak in some way. I’ve read commentary online from people questioning whether Jane is a psychopath or a sociopath, but I don’t think that you can view how he interacts with children, injured or sick people, and anyone who is vulnerable and call him incapable of empathy. He’s capable of enormous empathy.  

He has a personal understanding of grief and pain, and when he sees it in others, he softens. He doesn’t hug people, but he will give them careful, useful advice. Occasionally he will do little favors, like a quick hypnotism to help them break a bad habit, or show them his real self and what he’s learned through suffering. 

Interestingly enough, he will change his approach when he sees someone get downgraded from authority figure to a vulnerable person. He does this with Bosco once he’s injured, and he also immediately drops his desire to toy with the coroner, Dr. Steiner, who has shown him outright disdain in the past (and present!). In The Red Mile (3x18), as soon as Jane comes to understand that Steiner is sick, he goes out of the way to give him what he knows he needs: a front row seat to an adventure, breaking the rules to catch the bad guy personally. He also gives Steiner the great gift of sitting with him and distracting him while he’s committing suicide, though it clearly costs him to see death come and take another person he’s grown to like. 

Jane takes pity on Lorelei Martins after he understands what Red John has done to her, even though she tried to hurt him and engineer Lisbon’s death. 

It’s easy to see Patrick Jane as cool or funny or even cruel, but the reality is that he has experienced a ton of loss and trauma and that’s permanently altered the way he relates to people and how he sees them. Ultimately, I think the reason that he has so many problems with authority is because his father was very abusive and controlling. Every petty tyrant Jane takes down is a proxy for his father and a win for his younger self. He is taking back control for all of the times he couldn’t when he was vulnerable and had no other options.

[fangirling-heart]

It's a first for me and quite honestly I am pretty nervous but...

I'm making a post about my OCs!!!

Yay!!! 🎉

And since I can't draw to save my life, I used this picrew to present them, one of them you might recognize since I have introduced him in a tag game. Anyway here they are:

Starting with the familiar one, the 17 year old Achilles. He's the protagonist of an original story I'm working on and simply put, he's not okay. He lives with an emotionally and physically abusive father and a neglectful mother who cares more about her husband and their image than her son, and they both put a lot of pressure on him to be perfect in every way and also make sure he doesn't ruin the family's image in any way (a big part of which is hiding the signs of his father's abuse). In terms of a support system, he doesn't really have one since breaking up with his girlfriend, Ange, who also happens to be/have been his best friend, and his one other friend is...not that great. His only solace comes from reading and photography (and poetry but he would never admit it), but when even that isn't enough, his mind ends up in a really dark place and he tries something drastic. But thanks to a certain someone's intervention, he doesn't go through with it and as much as he (claims he) doesn't want to, he has to learn how to live again... in more ways than one.

Birthday: March 5

Sign: Pisces

Sexuality: Biromantic asexual

Likes: Photography, poetry, reading, watching and commenting movies, playing video games, rain, junk food, heights, dancing, history, mystery novels, Linkin Park (Ange constantly teases him for it), comics, rom-coms (when they aren't too cliché), motorcycles

Dislikes: His parents (his father especially), school, most sports, heat, having his privacy violated, being made fun of for his interests, big crowds, expectations, loneliness

The special someone I mentioned before. This is Ephraim, the reason Achilles stays alive and the one person he cannot shut out (both much to his dismay). The reason for that and the reason he appears wearing the same clothes as Achilles is because, after the event that saved the latter's life, the two of them end up sharing a body. Simply put, Ephraim is a ghost that possesses him. He can get control of his body and speak in his thoughts, but his actual appearance is visible only in reflective surfaces and luckily for them both not all the time, just when Ephraim chooses to surface. He possesses Achilles, thinking the two would be able to trade places, but instead he basically just hitches a ride in his body and his life. As for the reason he wished to possess him in the first place, he did it because he wants a chance to live again but most of all to find out what happened to his boyfriend, Mario, from whom he got violently separated before he died. And while he sees Achilles as a means to his ends at first, the two form a genuine bond over time.

Birthday: August 1

Sign: Leo

Sexuality: Gay

Likes: Nature, sunny days, ice cream, driving, fire, rain, shadow puppetry, learning new things, music, dogs, hugs, Achilles' poetry and photos, messing with asshole authority figures, spicy food

Dislikes: Being confined, being bossed around, talking about his death, homophobes and assholes in general, people making fun of Achilles, having to wait, ghost stories (he finds the way ghosts are portrayed offensive and unimaginative), feeling helpless, cold

And last one (for now). Ange (short for Angelica) is Achilles' ex girlfriend and best friend since childhood. Growing up the two were always together (the fact that they lived in the same building and shared a love for cinema and cameras helped with that) and long before they got together it was clear to everyone there were sparks flying between them. They were a classic childhood friends to lovers story, but after 2 years of dating, when Ange realized they both wanted and needed very different things from a relationship, as much as it hurt them both, she broke up with Achilles and the two haven't really spoken since, due to it being too awkward and painful. Though her homelife isn't as bad as Achilles' and she has other friends besides him, since the two broke up she has also been feeling very lonely and missing him, but doesn't dare to approach him, because she hates herself for hurting him and thinks he hates her too. It isn't until Ephraim comes along that they start kinda talking again (due to him pretty much forcing Achilles to talk to her).

Birthday: March 22

Sign: Aries

Sexuality: Straight or bisexual, I'm still figuring this out

Likes: Watching and commenting on movies, photography, making videos, directing, cinematography, animation, cake, dark humor, amusement parks, sunsets, puzzles, baggy clothes, late night walks, strawberries

Dislikes: Fake people, being underestimated, being judged, loneliness, people making fun of her work, makeup, gossip, visiting her grandparents, puppets

[cowboy-iliad-au]

So sorry it took so long!!!! I finally finished the Patrochilles lore. Had to come up with Thetis lore first cause I thought I would need it, but I didn’t will probably edit the Thetis lore for consistency

Patroclus was the son of an infamous mob boss with a gambling addiction, and an unknown mother. His father would travel from town to town essentially robbing every casino of it’s riches and from an early age, Patroclus learned to do the same, though he was not as talented as his father. Unfortunately one thing he did get from his father was his temper. When Patroclus was eleven years old, he lost a gambling match, and went to grab the man’s gun and shot him dead. Patroclus knew his father would be angry, so he ran into the back of the Casino, and that is where Peleus found him. Peleus decided to take in this poor child with a sad backstory, and hired him to work at that casino. That is where Patroclus met Achilles, Peleus’s son and by his father’s request, a skilled sharpshooter and a master guitar player. They grew up together and seemed to grow closer by the hour. Achilles and Patroclus were taught by a famous man named Chiron who had trained all the greats of music and of shooting and soon they became masters, but Achilles was not happy. Achilles soon told Patroclus of his dream to be a dancer at a casino, but his father never let him dress up in the pretty skirts and dresses and jewelry. One day, Achilles and Patroclus visited a casino a couple towns away in Skyros and met the owner’s daughters: Deidamia. Deidamia hatched a plan with these two: Achilles was to marry Deidamia and she was to move in with him, they were also to move in with another couple: Patroclus and Pyrrha (Achilles in disguise). They were fine with this arrangement since they all had feelings for one another so the plan worked, for a while. Deidamia had a child who they named Neoptolemus, and they were all happy for a while in their polyamorous relationship. Though soon enough, Odysseus, who had heard of Achilles’s sharpshooting skills went looking for him. They say that Achilles is out of town, but Odysseus figures out one of the casino dancers is Achilles, so he tells the dancers that whoever can hold his gun correctly will get a caravan full of gold, and when Achilles picks it up, it is effortless. Odysseus figures out this is Achilles and blackmails him into joining the war or he will tell Peleus that he is secretly Pyrrha. So Patroclus and Achilles leave and Deidamia stays behind to raise Neo, nicknamed “Pyrrha” after his “godmother”. When Peleus finds out Achilles is going to war, he gifts Achilles with several prize horses that are incredibly fast and strong. Each horse had their own Caretaker. The horses were named : Ligyron, Pelides, and Podarkes. His favorite was Pelides, who had a beautiful and talented wrangler and caretaker that was specific to him named Briseis. When Achilles lost Pelides and Briseis, he lost his will to fight and stayed in his hotel room with Patroclus and cried for the loss of his favorite horse and his lovely caretaker who was also his friend. Patroclus though, had grown fond of many of the people on their side of the war and decided to fight while Achilles stayed back. He was incredible, but Achilles’s image brought glory and will to fight on their side, so Patroclus comes up with a plan. He is to wear Achilles’s clothes, ride Ligyron, put on his cowboy hat and bandana, and that way the Myrmidons would gain momentum. Unfortunately, though Hector sees Patroclus and thinks this is Achilles and shoots him dead, taking his clothes and his Ligyron with him off of the corpse of Patroclus. Achilles goes nuts. He does not eat. He does not sleep. He only fights. When Achilles rejoins the fight, the death rate in Troy multiplies by six, but after eight days of no food and no rest, he collapses from exhaustion, and Paris shoots him in the heart.

[bupia]

Barista preferita: Secondo x Fem!Reader

Summary: You held a special place in Secondo's heart, or at least that's what he used to tell you. As a bartender, you had become familiar with his visits to the bar, and he was undoubtedly one of the most frequent customers. On this particular day, he approached you with an unusual request: he asked if you would be willing to join him in his hotel room later for a movie night.

Words: 5.869

Warnings: Smut +18 (fingering; voyeurism; oral sex: m-f/f-m; unprotected sex) | Italian swearing | Swearing

Inspired by the request of @ghou1srus for the Sleepy Dialogue: "I didn't know you were such a cuddler", as Tumblr didn't let me post it as a prompt.

You had always dreamt of landing your dream job, envisioning yourself working in a prestigious company with a brilliant and supportive boss. But as fate would have it, you ended up in a totally different place, a bar, serving the most distinguished people. Most of the clientele were delightful, but, as with any job, there was one particular client who proved to be a challenge.

His name was Secondo, a regular client at the bar. At first glance, he appeared to be a distinguished gentleman, always dressed in well-tailored suits and speaking with eloquence. However, it didn't take long for you to realize that he had a penchant for causing trouble. He was demanding and often condescending, always trying to get your attention and expecting some kind of VIP service. He would start to speak in Italian, especially after a few drinks. But, at least, he would often left leaving a great tip, no matter how well you served him.

From day one, you noticed something peculiar about Secondo. It wasn't that he was a terrible person or a horrible client; on the contrary, he seemed charming, polite, and competent. But soon, you realized his Achilles' heel – Secondo was a womanizer. He seemed to take pleasure in making your work more challenging, after some drinks, he would be flirting with random women at the bar, and with you, especially with you.

One particularly busy night, Secondo's behavior reached its peak. He had clearly overindulged in alcohol, becoming loud and you knew you had to intervene. You approached him calmly but firmly, asking him to lower his voice. Surprisingly, his demeanor shifted, and he became apologetic, recognizing his inappropriate behavior.

The days turned into weeks, Secondo transformed into a different client; he stopped flirting with the women at the bar, most part of the time he wouldn't even drink, he'd just sit on the bar stool close to the counter and talk to you almost the whole night.

As the weeks went by, you found yourself engaging in more conversations with Secondo during quieter moments at the bar. You discovered that he was a musician, a singer. His passion for music and art became evident, and it was clear that he was more complex than his troublesome facade. In time, you established an unexpected friendship with Secondo. He confided in you about his struggles, and you listened with empathy and without judgment. Your genuine interest in him as a person made a significant impact on his life, he even started to call you as his "barista preferita".

You had to admit that you started to look forward to his visits. You knew exactly what time he would arrive; he was never late to spend the night with you. Also, you two would exchange looks almost all the time, and smile at each other too. As you both settled into each other's company, you noticed a warmth growing in your heart. It was a feeling you couldn't quite explain.

One evening, as the bar started to wind down, Secondo stayed a little longer than usual, sipping an alcoholic drink after long months without drinking. Although you were nervous in what it could lead to, you were trusting him to behave.

"Barista preferita," Secondo said softly, calling for you.

"Oh! Just a minute, sir!" You smiled, looking at him while you were serving another client at the counter of the bar. "I'll talk to you in a second."

You heard him grunting, "no rush." His voice was sharp, in a low tone.

Once you finished helping the other customer, you made your way to Secondo's stool, wearing a warm and friendly smile.

"Apologies for the wait," you said.

"Nothing to worry about," he replied, his tone softer now. "I just wanted to spend a little more time talking with mia barista preferita."

A blush crept up your cheeks, and you chuckled. "Well, I'm honored to be your favorite," you replied. "What can I get you, sir?"

"Will you ever stop calling me as 'sir'?" he asked, looking into your eyes. "You know my name, you can use it."

"I know, I think is just how I'm used to call the clients."

"Do you want to hurt my feelings?" He rested his hand on his chest. "Am I just another client for you? You know you have a special place inside of my heart."

You were taken aback by the serious tone in his voice. "Oh, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, Secondo," you said sincerely. "You're definitely not just another client to me."

He raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue.

"You're right," you admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I should call you by your name. It's just that I've always been taught to address customers respectfully, and 'sir' felt like a safe choice. But if it makes you uncomfortable, I'll be more than happy to use your name."

A small smile tugged at the corners of Secondo's lips, and his eyes softened. "Grazie," he said appreciatively. "It's nice to know that you see me as more than just a customer."

"You're much more than that," you said sincerely.

His smile grew wider, and he reached across the counter to give your hand a gentle squeeze. "Mio sole, always brighten up my night."

The warmth of his words made your heart flutter. "Thank you," you said softly, feeling a bit shy now. "I appreciate your kind words. Anyway, what can I get for you, Secondo?"

"Anytime," he replied, his gaze never leaving yours. "About my order, I want something simple, mio sole," he paused, looking at you from head to toe. "Would you like to join me after work to watch a movie with me?"

"I'd love to," you replied, your smile growing wider. "But, si- Secondo, I don't think there will be any cinema open."

"Oh don't worry," he took the last sip of his drink. "We can go to my hotel room and watch one, what do you think?"

"Your hotel room?" you asked nervously. "I- I mean... I guess it's fine? I mean, are you sure? We can do it tomorrow, in the afternoon."

He shook his head. "Please, I insist. Tonight, stay with me. It'll be just a movie."

"Well, if it will be just a movie, I guess it's fine then."

Secondo grinned, his eyes lighting up with delight. "Fantastic! It's a date then. Now lend me a pen!"

You automatically blushed as you heard him calling it a "date." With a trembling hand, you gave him your pen, watching him write something down on a napkin and folding it right after.

"Here," he gave you the napkin. "This is the address of the hotel, and the number of my room. I'll be waiting for you there."

You nodded as you watched him get up from the stool.

"I'm going to comeback to the hotel now," he said, taking his suit jacket from the back of the stool, dressing it.

"Ok, Sir," you replied, seeing him arching an eyebrow. "I mean, Secondo." You corrected yourself, seeing a smile of satisfaction on his lips.

With a mischievous smile on his lips, he gave you a final look before making his way to the exit door. As you watched him leave, a shy feeling washed over you. You couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his mind. Shaking your head, you decided to check the napkin he gave you.

Opening the napkin, you read the name and address of his hotel, with the number of his room written neatly at the end. Surprisingly, it wasn't too far from where you were, and you realized you could go there by foot.

Tonight was going to be different, spending time with Secondo outside of the bar, in a more personal setting. You couldn't deny that you were looking forward to it, despite your initial reservations. It was unexpected, this invitation caught you off guard, as your interactions with Secondo had always been strictly reserved for the time he would stay inside of the bar. The thought crossed your mind that perhaps there was more to this invitation than an innocent movie night. You had to admit to yourself that you had already considered the possibility of something more with your client.

As the night fell, you finished your shift at the bar, eager to head to Secondo's hotel, following the address written on the napkin. The city lights illuminated the streets, and the cool evening air brushed against your skin.Your heart pounded in your chest as you walked towards his hotel. The mischievous smile he had given you before leaving the bar lingered in your mind. This was uncharted territory for you, and you couldn't help but feel nervous.

Arriving at the hotel, you took a moment to compose yourself before entering. The lobby was elegant and sophisticated, but your nerves overshadowed all of it. You approached the reception, and with a timid smile, you inquired about Secondo's room number. The receptionist gave you a warm smile, directing you to the elevator.

When the elevator doors opened, you walked down the corridor, searching for the right room number. With each step towards his door, your anticipation grew. You wondered what he had in mind for the night. However, now was too late, you were already in front of his door. You knocked on the door, and after a brief moment, Secondo opened it, looking dashing as ever in his tailored suit.

"Buona sera, cara," he said, his smile warm and inviting.

"Thank you for inviting me, Secondo." You gave him a bright smile, trying to hide how nervous you were.

"Thank you for coming."

Without hesitation, he stepped aside, gesturing for you to enter. The room was elegant, with a cozy ambiance that made you feel at ease. There was a small table set up with snacks and drinks, hinting at a movie night indeed. As you heard him closing the door, you felt a shiver running down your spine.

"Benvenuti nella mia modesta dimora," Secondo said with a playful flair, gesturing towards his cozy space. "Make yourself comfortable." He walked towards you, stopping behind you, and resting a warm hand on your shoulder.

His touch on your shoulder sent a shiver down your spine, causing you to freeze in place. "W-Which movie a-are we going to watch?" you stammered, trying to compose yourself as his hand moved from your shoulder to your arm, gently caressing it.

"It's 'The Devil's Advocate,'" he replied, pulling back his hand and walking toward the bed. "Have you ever watched it?" he asked, turning to look at you.

"No, I haven't," you replied, trying to hide the fact that you had actually watched the movie before. "I've heard good things about it though."

Secondo grinned, seemingly pleased with your response. "Eccellente! I think you'll enjoy it."

"Where are we going to watch it?" you inquired.

"Here, on the bed," he answered casually, gesturing towards the comfortable space nearby.

As the words left his lips, a subtle warmth crept onto your cheeks. Your eyes followed his movements as he gracefully removed his jacket suit, unbuttoning his vests, and placing them on a nearby chair. You felt hypnotized as he loosened his tie around his neck. Your gaze drawn to him, captivated by his every move. The simple act of untying the knot felt strangely intimate. As the tie finally came undone, he placed it on the chair, turning to face you with a soft smile.

"But before we watch it, do you want to take a shower? I presume you came from work, you must be tired, tesoro," Secondo suggested, his voice filled with genuine concern.

"I-I... I don't have clothes to do it, sir," you hesitated, feeling a bit self-conscious.

"You don't need to worry," he reassured you with a warm smile, "you can use one of the bathrobes when you are done."

The idea of freshening up after a long day at work sounded tempting, and the thought of wearing a soft bathrobe, added a hint of extra comfort. With a nod and a shy smile, you accepted his offer.

As you headed to the bathroom, you closed the door behind you, taking a deep breath. Your thoughts started to run freely on your mind; what are you doing? You are in your client's hotel room, taking a shower on his bathroom, and you are going to wear one of his bathrobes? What about what you just saw? The way he removed each part of his clothes, felt so intimate.

You hook your head undressing, you let the clothes fall to the floor, feeling a sense of release. You decided that a hot shower was just what you needed to unwind and collect your thoughts. Stepping into the shower, you turned the faucet, and the hot water cascaded down, the warmth enveloped your tired body, easing the tension from your muscles.

With a deep breath, you turned off the shower, feeling a sense of calm washing over you. Wrapping yourself in a soft towel, you dried your body, getting one of the bathrobes hanged on the wall, dressing it.

When you emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a plush bathrobe, you found Secondo waiting for you with a welcoming smile, sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard. At this moment, only the bedside table lamps were turned on, casting a soft glow that illuminated the space with a dim.

"Feeling better now, mio sole?"

You nodded walking to the bed to join him. "Yes, Secondo. Thank you for letting me take a shower." You sat beside him on the bed leaving a small space between you two.

"Sono contento di averti aiutato a rilassarti, spero di poterti far rilassare ancora di più," he murmured, gazing at you. "Should we start our movie now?" With a playful tilt of his head, he looked at you upside down.

You nodded in agreement, grabbing the sheets, covering your legs. You both settled into a comfortable position, ready to continue the movie night that had already become so much more than just watching films.

As the movie played, you found yourself fully immersed in the plot, trying your best to act surprised or shocked at certain twists, even though you knew what was coming. Secondo seemed to be enjoying himself too, occasionally glancing over at you to gauge your reactions.

But after a long day, as the silence enveloped the room and the movie played softly on the TV, you couldn't help but feel your eyelids growing heavy. Seeking comfort, you instinctively leaned into Secondo, who seemed to notice your tiredness and adjusted his position to accommodate you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

As you opened your eyes, you found yourself in the embrace of Secondo's comforting arm. Blushing, you quickly sat up, pulling away from him.

"I'm sorry, Secondo," you mumbled, apologizing for your actions.

"It's alright, tesoro," he smiled warmly, reaching over to turn off the TV. "I didn't know you were such a cuddler," he teased.

"I guess I didn't either," you smiled shyly, glancing at him. "It's just that the movie was so cozy, and your arm… it felt nice."

"My arm felt nice?" He responded playfully.

You nodded, turning your gaze away slightly embarrassed. What were you saying at this point? Were you that tired?

"No," he said, gently holding your chin to turn your face towards him. "Look at me and answer my question, tesoro."

You met his gaze, captivated by his heterochromatic eyes. "Yes, Secondo. Your arm felt nice," you admitted.

A mischievous glint sparkled in Secondo's eyes as a playful smile formed on his lips. "Well, tesoro, I must say your confession is quite intriguing," he teased, the warmth of his voice sending a tingling sensation through your body.

"W- Why?" you stammered.

"Because," Secondo began, his voice soft and filled with amusement, "I've never had anyone find my arm so cozy during a movie before. It's quite the unique compliment."

"Well, I guess I have a talent for finding coziness in unexpected places," you replied, trying to match his playful tone.

Secondo chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours. "I suppose you do, tesoro," he said, his voice low and husky. "And I have to admit, I find your cuddling skills quite endearing."

"Endearing?" you repeated, the word making your heart skip a beat.

"Yes," he confirmed, his hand gently caressing your cheek. "There's something about you that makes me want... more."

"Mo-"

Before you could say something, his lips collapsed on yours. Your breath caught in surprise, but you quickly melted into the kiss. His lips were soft and warm against yours, his hand on your cheek, stroking it gently. As the kiss deepened, you wrapped your arms around Secondo's neck, pulling him closer to you. His hands held you firmly yet tenderly, as if he never wanted to let you go. You felt his tongue brush lightly across your lips and you opened them for him, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth. You tasted him, a tease that was both sweet and bitter at the same time. His tongue moved inside of your mouth, exploring every part of it. The kiss became more passionate as your own tongue began to move against his. Secondo broke the kiss and looked at you with a smile.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered. "You know, I've been wanting for this ever since I first saw you."

"Se-"

He kissed you again, this time harder. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue explored your mouth. You could feel yourself getting wetter as his kisses became more urgent. Secondo, reached for the knot in your bathrobe, untying it, slowly sliding his warm hand under the fabric of it holding your waist in a firm grip bringing you closer to him.

He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, looking at your eyes. Gently, his fingertips traced a delicate path from your waist to your thigh, resting it between your legs. Your body shuddered as he teased you with the tip of his finger, just brushing against your wetness. You purred, arching your back as he slid his fingers along your folds, slowly parting them, letting his thumb brush over your clit.

He leaned in, his lips tenderly brushed against your neck. You arched your neck slightly, giving him better access, and let out a soft sigh of pleasure as his warm lips left a trail of kisses on your skin. Your hands went for the back of his neck, scratching it with your nails.

"Secondo..." you gasped, your heart pounding with a mix of emotions. "We shouldn't be doing this."

He immediately pulled away, sitting on the bed. "Mi dispiace, mio sole," he said softly, a hint of regret in his voice. "You don't want it?" he inquired, concern evident in his eyes.

"No," you watched him start to get up, panic briefly flooding your thoughts. "Wait!" You reached for his arm, kneeling on the bed in front of him. "I do, but... we should be careful. I don't want things to get complicated."

"Why would they?" he asked, looking at you.

"I value our friendship, and you're my client, Secondo," you continued, "and I don't want anything to jeopardize it. But..." You hesitated, searching for the right words. "I can't deny the attraction I feel for you." You ran your fingers on his shoulder getting closer to him.

"But don't you think it's worth the risk?" he asked. "I can't deny the way I feel when I'm with you, and I believe there's something between us." He took a bold move, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer.

"Y-Yes..." you replied breathlessly, your face inching closer to his, you ghosted your lips against his.

You both closed the distance between your lips, kissing tenderly. You felt his tongue slide into your mouth, and you returned it with your. Your hands ran up and down his back as your bodies pressed together. His hands grabbed your ass, pulling you closer to him. Your hands slid under his shirt, caressing his chest. He groaned against your lips, breaking the kiss.

"I want to fuck you," he said, his voice hoarse. "I need to fuck you."

"Oh, God!" you gasped by his words.

"Shhh... Don't bring God into this, instead, call for me, la mia piccola luce solare." He laughed, a deep rumble that sent chills through you.

"What did you say?" you asked.

"Call for me, my little sunshine." He repeated.

His hands reached for the belt on your bathrobe, untying it once again, letting it fall open. Slowly, he slid the sleeves from your arms, undressing you. He took a step back, looking at you. His eyes traced every single curve of your body as he moved his hands to his shirt, starting to unbutton it.

"I want to see all of you," he whispered. "Show me all of you."

Your hands went to your hair, combing through it slowly. Your hands then traveled down your neck, tracing your collarbone. He watched you intently, and you could feel the heat radiating from him. Your hands traveled further down, to your breasts, squeezing them gently. You heard him groan, while his hands reached for his pants, undoing them quickly.

"I want to watch you play with yourself." He grinned.

You sat on the bed, eyes locked with him. You slowly spread your legs, licking your fingers before going down with them between your legs. You began to rub your clit slowly, teasing it. You could feel how wet you were. You moaned softly, with your eyes never leaving his face, watching him watch you.

"Sei così bella," he whispered. "Davvero molto bella."

You looked down at him, biting your lips. He removed his shirt and pushed off his pants and boxers, letting them fall on the floor. You watched it bounce as he removed his underwear, his shaft was already hard. He climbed onto the bed, kneeling between your legs. He leaned forward, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You let out a soft moan, closing your eyes, arching your back. You grabbed his head with your other hand, holding it there as your fingers never left your clit. He sucked harder, flicking his tongue across your nipple.

He released your breast, trailing kissed down your stomach. He stopped when he got to your core, kissing it lightly, moving his way down. He looked up at you, grinning. He lowered his head, and he began to kiss your inner thighs, teasing you. You held your breath, wanting more than anything feel his mouth on you. But he wouldn't give it to you, instead, he ran his tongue over your flesh, making you gasp.

"Don't move, capisci?" he ordered, in a serious tone. "Let me taste you."

He moved away from your flesh, running his tongue up your slit, stopping just short of your clit. You wanted to grab his head and pull him into your wetness, but you were trying your best to not move. Instead, you let out a soft moan. He continues to tease you, moving his tongue around your core, tasting your juices. You could tell he was enjoying himself, but he wasn't going to give you what you wanted, not yet.

Moving back up, he kissed your clit, making you moaning loudly. You pushed your hips up to meed his tongue. He flicked his tongue over your clit, and you cried, closing your eyes. He moved his tongue faster, moving it up and down. He moaned as you did it, you could felt the vibration of it through your clit. He kept moving his tongue up and down, as his fingers moved to your entrance, sliding two fingers inside you, pounding you with them. He used his thumb to rub your clit, making you moan his name. Secondo moved his finger faster, sliding them in and out of you.

"You like this, tesoro? Does it feels good?"

"Y-Yes, S-Secondo... Is amazing, please don't stop." You moaned breathless.

You were close to cumming, your muscles were tightening around his fingers. He pulled his fingers out of you. You whimpered, but he ignored you, moving his fingers close to your face. You opened your eyes, looking at him. He smiled, and he lowered his fingers to your lips. You wrapped your lips around them, sucking it hard.

He stood up, holding the back of your hand with his other hand, sitting you on the bed. You saw his hardness in front of your face. You grabbed it, stroking it, opening your mouth and he pushed it in. You wrapped your lips around his shaft, sucking him off. You heard him groaning as he grabbed your hair, pulling your head towards his length deep inside your mouth. You let out a surprise moan, sucking him hungrily. He let go of your hair, and he put his hands on your shoulders. He thrust his hips slowly, moving him in and out of your mouth.

You sucked him harder, moving your tongue along the shaft. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. He picked up speed, moving his hips faster. He grabbed your hair again, forcing his length deeper into your mouth. You gagged slightly, but you didn't want him to stop. He continued with his movements, and you tried to relax your throat. He let go of your hair, and he pulled out of your mouth.

"Your mouth is amazing, cuore mio." He grinned at you, and he took hiss length in his hand, stroking it gently.

You looked up at him, panting and smiling. He laid you down on the bed, spreading your legs wide. He leaned down his body on top of yours, supporting himself with one of his hands on the mattress. You reached for his arm caressing from it to his face.

You held his face, lifting your head in his direction, giving him a slight peck on his lips. "Please, Secondo, fuck me," you whispered with your mouth closer to his.

Without think twice, he pushed his length inside you. You gasped, feeling him filling you up. He slid his member in and out of you slowly, letting you get use to it.

"Fuck! Secondo!", you reached for his arms, holding it firmly. "You are so big, feels so good." You moaned, loving how he filled you you up.

"Does it? Does it feels good in your tight pussy?" He grabbed your hips, thrusting it in and out of you.

You moaned, biting your lip, nodding with your head. "Ye-Ah! Fuck! It feels amazing, Secondo, it feels so good."

He picked up speed, thrusting his length inside of you harder, slamming him into you. You grid your hips against his, while he pumped you hard. You screamed, squeezing your walls around his hardness.

"Tesoro, cazzo! Don't clench around my cock, it makes you even tighter." He pulled out, panting. "Turn around." He commanded.

You turned around, getting on your knees and hands. He grabbed your hips, pulling you toward him. You could feel his hardness sliding between your slick folds, with the tip of it softly poking your clit.

"I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before, piccola diavoletta." He said guiding his length back inside you.

He thrust his shaft inside you, pounding you hard. You screamed, gripping the sheets underneath you, trying to keep yourself from falling down. You lowered your back, sticking up your ass in his direction, feeling him slapping your cheeks.

"Oh! Secondo, yes!," you moaned rolling back your eyes. "Oh, fuck! Fuck me!"

"You like this, don't you? You like to be fucked hard, you like to feel my cock on your tight pussy, sì?" He asked, making you moan.

"Yes! Yes, I love it! I love being fucked by you Secondo!" You cried, rolling your hips around his length.

"I know you do. You're such a good girl, aren't you, tesoro?" He moved his hand to your back, caressing it with his fingertips.

"Yes, I am! Please, fuck me harder!" You looked at him above your shoulder.

He slapped your ass, making you squeal, slamming his member inside you. You reached down, rubbing your clit, while he grabbed your hair, pulling you towards him, leaving you on your knees. He pulled out of you, and he aimed his length at your clit.

"Togli la tua mano." He whispered in your ear, holding your hand, removing it from between your legs.

You felt him rubbing the his member all over your clit, rubbing all your wetness all over it. He groaned, sliding it inside of you. You closed your eyes, biting your lip.

"You're so tight, so wet, so hot." He whispered, sliding himself in and out of you faster and faster.

He grabbed your breasts, squeezing it hard, and you could feel yourself dripping all over his shaft. You rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes.

"Sei così bella," he kissed your neck. "Sei mia." He slowed down, sliding his shaft inside you, pumping it slowly.

He slid it inside you, then pulled it out. He did it again, and again, causing you to moan, squeezing your walls around his hardness. He kept doing it, and you felt your legs trembling. You reached for the back of his neck, opening your eyes.

"Please... Don't do it, please just keep fucking me." You begged, seeing him turning his face to you looking inside of your eyes.

He pushed it deeper than before, filling your inside with all his hardness, hitting the right spot inside of you. You widen open your eyes, opening your mouth in a silent moan, watching a mischievous smile on his lips. He rested his hands on your waist, starting to move roughly inside of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. You felt him pump inside you, and you clenched your wall around his hardness, tighter than before, feeling him pulsating inside of you.

He leaned forward, kissing you passionately, pushing his tongue deep inside your mouth. Your body tingled, making him tightening his grip on your waist. You nibbled his lower lip, pulling it softly. Your hand reached for the back of his head, deepening the kiss. He moaned, pressing his member deeper inside you. You arched your back, feeling his hand reaching down, rubbing your clit.

He broke the kiss going to your neck with his lips, kissing it, sucking on your skin. You pushed your hips against him, wanting him to go deeper. He slipped it out of you, and laid you down on the bed facing him.

"I need to... to cum." You whispered, breathless, looking at him.

He let out a devilish laugh, grabbing your legs pulling them to his shoulders. He positioned himself between your legs, pushing his length inside of you, slowly.

He cupped your face, delicately stroking your cheek with his thumb. "I'm going to make you cum, tesoro. I'm going to make you cum all over my cock."

He started to move inside of you, hitting the right spot. His hand left your cheek, going down to your clit, rubbing with the same rhythm of his thrusts. He pumped his shaft inside you, making you scream. You threw your head back, biting your lip.

"Fuck! Secondo, I'm going to cum soon." You said breathing heavily.

"Merda! You're so tight!" He exclaimed, speeding up his pace.

You opened your mouth in a silent moan, rolling your eyes to the back of your head, cumming hard, shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. He slowed down, letting you to recover. Gently, Secondo touched your clit, rubbing it between his fingers. Your walls clenched around his hardness, wanting more.

He pulled out of you causing you to sigh. He took off your legs from his shoulders, getting up from the bed.

"Tesoro," he called for you in a sharp tone.

"Si...Sir..." you replied, looking at him in front of you.

"Kneel." He pointed to the space on the floor between him and the bed.

Even with your body trembling from the orgasm he have just gave you, you managed to find strength to get up from the bed and keel in front of him. He grabbed your hair, pulling your head back.

"Open your mouth." He murmured.

You opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue, looking at him. He placed his hardness in your tongue, sliding it through your tongue. You closed your mouth around him, sucking on it. He pushed it deeper in your mouth, holding your head. You chocked on his hardness as he moved it back and forth deep on your throat.

"Cazzo! I don't know what is tighter, your mouth or your pussy." He growled, pulling out his hardness from your mouth, quickly stroking it with his hand, resting the tip on your tongue. "I'm going to cum, tesoro, I- Oh!"

With a loud moan, he held the base of his length, spilling his hot seed all over your tongue. You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth in your tongue. He removed his length from your mouth, and you closed it, swallowing his seed.

When you opened your eyes, you saw him smiling proudly. His hand went from your face, cupping your cheek, rubbing it gently with his fingertips.

"You're really a good girl, sì?" He reached for your hand, helping you to get up from the floor.

You nodded in agreement, feeling the warmth of his hands on your back as you rested your arms on his shoulders, while the other gently caressed your thigh. You couldn't resist the urge to lean in and give him a soft, tender peck on the lips. With a gentle yet firm grip, he lifted you off the ground, guiding you to lay down on the bed. He laid down beside you, grabbing the sheets, covering both of you.

He turned his body towards you, pulling you close. He hugged you tightly, kissing your forehead.

"You were so good... So amazing" he murmured, brushing his lips on your forehead.

"Me!?" You turned your body to him, resting your arm on his waist. "You were the amazing one here!"

"Shhh... accept my compliment, sì?" He smiled at you, kissing the tip of your nose. "Now I need to take a quick nap, before we keep going."

"What!?" You exclaimed, looking at him surprised.

"Oh, mia barista preferita, you really thought this would be the only round tonight?" He grinned at you. "I'd highly recommend you to do the same."

You blushed watching him closing his eyes. You closed the small gap between you to, pressing your body against his. You felt him wrapping his arms around you, tightly. Resting your forehead on his chest, you couldn't help but smile, you couldn't believe in what have just happened. It was better then you ever thought it would be.

And well, judging by the first round, maybe it would be a smart move to join him in a nap.

Grammar ⸻

(Mia) barista preferita - My favorite bartender Mio sole - My sun Grazie - Thank you Buona sera - Good evening Benvenuti nella mia modesta dimora - Welcome to my humble abode Eccellente - Excellent Tesoro - Treasure Sono contento di averti aiutato a rilassarti, spero di poterti far rilassare ancora di più - I'm glad I could help you to relax, hopefully I can make you relax even more Mi dispiace - I'm sorry La mia piccola luce solare - My little sunshine Sei così bella (...) Davvero molto bella - You're beautiful (...) Very beautiful Cuore mio - My heart Cazzo - Fuck Merda - Shit Togli la tua mano - Take off your hand Capisci? - Do you understand? Sei mia - You're mine (Piccola) Diavoletta - Little devil girl Sì - right/yes

[tyran-the-tyranical]

Raphael’s character and a lot of references to Ancient Greek mythology/history

Ok, so there’s some really obvious ones like, I think there’s some story in the game about a bard winning over a devil that he likes, which is a clear reference to Orpheus and Eurydice (also Raphael holds the power to free Orpheus in the game, like hades being able to free Eurydice) also hope being a parallel to Persephone 👁️👁️.

Besides the little things like that, I’ve noticed his character kinda resembles Alexander the Great, LEMME EXPLAIN FIRST

Raphael as we all know really wants the crown of Karsus, and knows alot abt the guy (he was even there when he failed, or when the city fell) , and maybe admires what he managed to accomplish to some extent and he kinda even models his house on his work, as they both float in the sky (also gonna make the obvious connections to Icarus here) and Raphael “believes” he should rule the hells and that he could end the blood war ect etc… and he’s so great, anyway.

Now Alexander was similar in that he too believed he should rule the world/Persia or Asia (debatable which) and he also admired someone with a great “folly” which was Achilles, whose weakness was yknow his Achilles, and Alexander basically modelled his life after this guy too, so he’s a bit more extreme than Raphael, like man carried the illiad wherever he went, but it shows he’s a fan of literature and epics, like Raphael.

Also, Alexander is supposedly of “half divinity” or whatever, he believed he was the son of Zeus or at least more than just a human, which Raphael is, but I suppose less Divine in his case.

Another thing is, Alexander also was kinda a dick, in that in his pursuit to conquer he also sieged the city of Thebes which was also a Greek city state, like he says he later regretted it but still. Also during his siege he did let some people live, like some ppl in a temple of Heracles (another idol of his) and a woman who attacked some soldiers after being assaulted and he was impressed by her or something. Ithaca wasn’t the only place he sieged, later in Babylon during a party some girl convinced him to siege a city and burn it, he did lol. Alexander wasn’t a great person, also a conqueror so there’s that.

Raphael, is obviously not a good person but it’s hard to say he isn’t somewhat likeable or has his moments, korilla even says so herself, that’s he a much kinder boss than she’s had before, especially for a devil. Though in the end, Raphael still wants to conquer, and not just the hells, he says that he’ll go further and conquer other “worlds”

(Also the attack on Thebes was one of Alexander’s first key victories, but it was on his own country, unlike everything that he attacks after, which yknow is like Raphael starting his attack in the hells then moving outward)

Also just gonna mention it here, but it’s been said loads, when Raphael dies, it’s a total reference to Kronos eating his children, as Raphael gets nommed on by his father.

There are totally more references and especially to other cultures, like his cat/mouse rhymes kinda remind me of Hickory Dickory Dock and his miss tuffet being miss miss muffet, but my guy is totally Italian/Greek? Coded, like it’s hard to believe otherwise.

Maybe the similarities to Alexander are a bit out there, a lot of “leaders” or “greats” were like that. Anyway, I’m probably missing more references but that’s all I couldn’t remember off the bat.

EDIT: To be fair though, maybe he’s more of a Julius Caesar, since Alexander was quite young when he died and Julius was said to have cried in front of a statue of Alexander since he accomplished so much more than him in his youth, since most of caesars big stuff was later in his life, but like I said you can find similarities with a bunch of other similar dictatory guys,

EDIT 2:

He is so Julius Caesar coded;

"All the Gauls did Caesar vanquish, Nicomedes vanquished him;

Lo! now Caesar rides in triumph, victor over all the Gauls,

Nicomedes does not triumph, who subdued the conqueror."

This is supposedly a song that Caesar's soldiers sang making fun of how he was a bottom, Caesar conquered Bithynia but Nicomedes conquered Caesar. LIKE, the parallels are there, friends.

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My fav animals are cats, frogs and bats :33

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I like reading (warriors) and drawing, but also browsing the tube. Oh and comics can't forget about those (currently reading homestuck)

I am in a loooot of fandoms but not really active in them cuz… most of them are dead..

BUT!! I have a couple of things that are currently rotting my brain (fandoms I'm hyperfixating on + active fandoms)

Brain rot real

Stardew Valley [foams at the mouth my brain is rotting]

Twomp/ the world of mr plant

Regretevator

Mob psycho 100

Sofita / johnypeace, thanakios [IF YK THIS ONE FOLLOW ME IMMEDIATELY AND DM ME SOMI CAN FOLLOW U TOOO]

Homestuck [NEW!]

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Ghost eyes

Sally face

The song of achilles

Ouk an lavois para tou mi ehontos (if you know this one lets get married/j)

Lacey games

Clan gen (warriors fan game by @/officialclangen)

Tgcf

Diary of a wimpy kid [doawk fanfics: Dysfunctional perspective, Rodrick's secret on the loader diper subreddit]

Unfamiliar (comic by lavendertowne pls go read it)

OMORI

Deathnote

Webtoons(/tapas) [Jackson's diary, Castle swimmer, Your wings and mine <- go read these they're awesome]

KinitoPET

Ramshackle [The webtoon & yt series]

Inactive

Warriors

Ninjago

God troubles me!

An extremely goofy movie

The Boiled One Phenomenon (PHEN-228 is my pookie ❤❤)

Salad fingers

Minecraft (the game)

Helluva boss

South park

Deltarune & undertale

The amazing digital circus‼️

Fionna and cake

Stranger things ☹️☹️ (I'm trying to not to associate the actors with the characters as to not ruin the show 4 me. I will be boycotting s5 tho)

Sonic prime

Heartstopper

Batim

Toh

Sr pelo’s content in general [spooky month and the mokey series]

Saiki k

Good omens

YuB (a youtuber, please go sub to him he’a so silly)

Love, Sam (indie horror game)

Former yandere simulator fan. After the shit with yandev happen i don’t support any of his content anymore.

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I don’t use it very often, but i’m also on the twompcord and clan gen server. I’m not active on the servers tho..

Tags i’ll use:

Kittzu's headcannons = pretty self explaintory, headcanon I made

Kittzu's Mr plant plushie = he's here!!!!

kittzu's argos plushie = i am legally forced to put this tag under the mr plant one.

kittzuxp = reblogs and posts (fast reblogs do not count)

Kittzu’s enderman plush (i have an enderman plush, if you want any related content, i’m sorry for advertising i just love ‘em so much)

Kittzu's creeper plush (i also have a creeper plush!!!)

Kittzu doodles = any of my art

Kittzu answers asks = do I need to explain?

storytime with kittzu = me sharing my memories and expiriences with the world. I want to leave a mark that i was here and that my existance is not forgotten. Philosophical much?

kittzu's ocs = working on a masterpost abt my ocs but there's this tag too

And then just general tags of any fandom i want the post to be abt

(I might tag your username if i don’t mention you in a post, so beware)

[🔼by @/oxceen]

[smallraindrops-blog]

Reading your ideas for Y/n in Hades 2 brings me such joy. I have an idea in my head for him related to one of the levels, and I'm not going to spoil it, but I will say it seems to be able to... corrupt being in a way.

(Basically Boss Fight Y/n)

That said, I constantly think about Melinoë getting there and seeing who she thinks is a shade in need of help. He hasn't lost his form, but the closer she gets, the more... distorted he seem. His skin is scared, clothes torn and ripped, and he's deathly still. Black tar stains his fingers and feets (ichor she fears). She thinks she hears whispers the closer she gets, names and pleas she can't understand, and as she is just a few feet away, the shade whips round and barely a second later. There's a spear at her feet.

And as she looks up, there stands a Shade that looks at her with such anger, such disdain, she almost misses the desperation in his eyes.

This shade is skilled, fighting not only with his spear but his bare blackend and bloody knuckles. As the fight draws on she feels herself slowing down, knowing the shade won this round she returns to the shadows and as she hears the outraged scream that leaves the shade, she feels not fear, but pity.

When she returns, she consults Frinos, then tells Hecate and Odysseus about this shade, and she wouldn't forget how Odysseus paled, how Hecate looked so solemn. She misses how Hypnos twitched in his sleep when they told Melinoë who that shade might be.

As for Y/n? He can't discern who he's fighting most days. Everything is registered as an enemy in his head. Everything around him feels fuzzy, and he hurts, he's thinks his knuckles are broken, but he can't tell. His body aches but he hasn't been able to sleep in years. Not until someone lays him to rest.

So, he'll wait. Until someone can defeat him, he'll wait and listen to shadows that whisper and try to soothe to him, he'll listen to their lullabies until it time to fight once more.

Poor Melinoë has her work cut out for as a she a fights a guy who lost not only his family, but his husband and the ability to see who's friend and who's foe.

(Cough cough Apologies this got outta hand so enjoyyy)

Thank for the food!🍱 🙏 and never apologize for this! This is great! I love it so much. I keep rereading it this is so goooood.

funny enough, i think a while ago, i responded to an ask about what a possible boss fight for y/n and Hypnos might look like before Hades 2 was announced. But I can’t seem to find it rn.

putting the rest of my response under here. 

Oooooh I was wondering if there might be corruption elements due to the nature of witchcraft that is present in the game. So I was also thinking about a possible boss fight with y/n ( great minds think alike! That and it's just so much fun.) 

also Imagine poor Mel having to fight a family member due to possible corruption. Oooo or maybe a battle with Achilles himself…

But yeah I am just musing about Odysseus about this bit. Because here is the thing, he saw what Y/N was like in his prime. 

Achilles is the greatest warrior in his generation ( if fate had played out differently, Achilles would overthrow Zeus himself after all) but I would argue that Y/N could be a top contender for his own.  

Not to mention, he got one-on-one training from Achilles and from Chrion himself along with y/n’s own natural talent and killer instinct. 

I mean, how many people can say that? (And y/n is able to comfortably hold his own against Zagreus, a minor god himself. ) 

Odysseus had seen and heard what Y/N was capable of doing during the war, he saw the lad mowed a bloody path through battlefields, leaving broken corpses behind him. 

i also hc Odysseus had heard about y/n’s last battle against Ares, that he was able to temporarily defeat the god of war. And there are the things y/n did during his lost years before he ended up in that little fishing town.

A completely sane Y/N is already a dangerous foe to have, but one that is angry and hurting and that has lost his sanity is horrific. 

So Odysseus is like fuck.  

Because Mel is probably going to get defeated a lot before she is going to be able to get past a feral Y/N.

He does his best to help Mel, telling her everything he knows about how Y/N fights and what kinds of weapons might work against Y/N. And telling her to try to avoid him all together, until they can get Y/N back to normal or Mel gets stronger. 

And poor y/n. I imagine when not fighting, he is just trying to follow the whispers, sure that whoever is speaking to him will be able to smooth his hurt. 

Sometimes he can almost see a face in his memory, hazy like the river lethe. He felt like if he could just focus, he could make out the face - a smile?  Golden as nectar ? Maybe, the voice is so airy so quiet- but he can’t, it dissipates the moment he tries, so he is chasing after a ghost.

and yeah, most of the time he can’t tell if he is in the middle of fall of Troy or somewhere else, with Ares looming over him or Pyrrhus’ mad laughing, or Achilles’ screams of grief.

And maybe Hypnos is completely aware that Y/N is hurting, but unable to help him so he feels even more trapped in his own hell. He doesn’t want Y/N to get killed again ( it is just different when it is y/n, Zagreus was meant to die over and over.)

but Hypnos is at the point where he has to admit that it might be the only way to get Y/N back to normal. He just hopes Mel does it quickly. 

I like to think Melionë would go to Hypnos after the conversation and try to reassure him that she is going to do her best to help y/n and don’t worry, she is going to reunite them. Just have faith in her please. 

I just realized that I kinda repeated what you said but yeah, I'm gonna be thinking about this a looooot. 

[ladyjanesta]

Hannibal Season 4

I have a very specific way I want it shot. Nothing like Silence of the Lambs, they're out in the world let's have fun with it.

I want it to cut between the FBI team who have been tasked to hunt them down and them just navigating a new relationship when they have history and just two long time bachelors learning to live with one another (Will's three year marriage notwithstanding as there's no way he was 'himself' whilst with her) whilst also in hiding from the FBI.

Hannibal can't have a pretentious speech ready at all times, especially about basic, tedious day to day life like, you know Hannibal has to buy a shit ton of lint rollers because of Will's dog habit.

Will being sent out to buy a certain ingredient from the market and just slightly getting it wrong, not wrong enough for it to be a problem but Hannibal was very specific in what he wanted, Will not really seeing the problem and Hannibal having to choose to make it an issue or to just let it go.

Just, the little readjustments when sharing your space with another person as an adult.

Does Hannibal snore? Does Hannibal snore loud enough that it keeps Will from sleeping? Does Hannibal occasionally wake up to Will standing over him white knuckling a pillow?

I think it's a huge thing for Hannibal because anyone invited into his space has always been on his terms, plus he's always presented a palatable version of himself in order to escape any negative/suspicious attention. And now he's sharing everything about his life with someone he cannot lie to and can seen who he is down to the bone. That's got to be a hell of an adjustment: being naked after nearly forty years wearing a 'person suit'.

I want to make it known that the FBI parts are shot like a normal, traditional procedural show, complete with tedious aspects like paper work and wrong leads and lots of speculation (Jack is a bit character in this (retired or just dipping out), he pops in and gives his impressions with make sense to us the viewers but is batshit insane when explaining to another person). Lots of beige and petty office politics.

This team is not the all star team, the Murder Husband case is quickly fading from public interest but the FBI has to show they're still trying to catch these two. The Murder Husband Basement is the naughty corner for agents who screw up with their bosses or in the field.

The murder husband side is filmed like The Santa Clarita Diet/Pushing Daisies, shot with a light palette with deep dark macabre overtones. Hannibal just having fun with the fake passport names and Will visibly gathering strength as he introduces himself as Mr Achilles Alphonso Papadopoulos, and his husband Mr Patroclus Papadopoulos. Will catches himself making a cannibal pun and wants to throw himself into traffic but Hannibal is delighted with Will's progress.

Will always gets a middle name. It's a little something just for Hannibal.

I have day dreamed whole episodes about this.

The FBI team go to a crime scene where the Murder Husbands are the main suspects and it's super serious, a monstrous tableau which haunts the team (there's little mini scenes where the team are talking to a (normal) psychiatrist about it and we (the audience) learn just horrific details about the murders/victims) and it cuts to Will and Hannibal arguing over the crime in progress in their murder suits, on how to place the ribcage just so. Is the underlaying theme too pretentious?

Hannibal getting Will's attention in order to wave at him with a severed arm. Will getting Hannibal's attention and pointing at a hideous couch and asking, 'don't you have a suit like that?'

Just two dudes having fun.

Scenes from an opulent dinner party with the camera panning on the certainly human meat plated with such care and attention, cutting to the limp, sad gas station doughnuts that the FBI team have access to. Utterly pathetic, grey toned cheese sandwiches with way too much mayo cutting to beautiful breakfast foods, crafted with love...and human flesh. (I also like to think that Hannibal puts human meat in everything, even things that don't traditionally have meat in them).

At one point the team are looking at photos of Hannibal's meals and one of their stomachs just start growling loudly.

The team realising that Jack Crawford has certainly eaten human flesh.

A mini episode featuring Hannibal's never ending battle against the dog hair in their home, in which he is slowly losing.

One of the FBI team literally bumping into one of the duo but because they're distracted or they've gone face blind staring at their photos in The Basement and it never clicks.

The duo don't even know about the team, that's how out of reach they are, or, Hannibal is in contact as a 'specialist' with one of the team, they have a rapport.

In-jokes, Hannibal sends memes, Hannibal sends memes that he has cleared with Will to the team, etc, etc...

Miriam Lass now has a successful morning cooking show online. She has different cooking attachments for her arm, she's thriving. Her show is sometimes on in the back ground in scenes because everyone watches her, everyone's low key forgotten she was a Ripper survivor.

Hannibal has some of her merch, it's an apron with her on it waving, but at the end of her arm is a whisk attachment. Hannibal has low key forgotten she's a Ripper survivor, Will asks whether wearing the apron is a bit ghoulish and Hannibal has a, 'Oh, right', moment.

The fun is endless.

[tododeku-or-bust]

🔥 - Achilles, Patroclus, patrochilles, The Iliad

Lmao my presence in the ship fandom is probably considered an unpopular opinion 🤣 let me stop.

Jokes aside, for The Iliad: in both the context of the story and in the context of the culture at the time, Achilles had every right to be mad at Agamemnon. He was entitled to Briseis, and Agamemnon had no right to take her. His argument was solid; no different than hating your supervisor that don't work nearly as hard but get paid more and somehow want YOU to work doubles. It was his RESPONSE that was completely in the wrong. I feel like many people act like the entire situation is on him, that he's just "an asshole who started a fight with Agamemnon" and that's not what happened. He confronted his boss that was on such bullshit that it caused an entire plague. This is not a modern day "what about women's rights, he treated her like an object" issue; those men did not care about the sanctity of their war slaves.

And I'm not gone argue, but I stand on that.

As for the ship itself, idk what opinions I have that are "unpopular" that wouldn't tie into the depictions of a Black character. 👍🏾 And I don't think that's an opinion thing, tbh.

[from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras]

Hi, I'm just sending out a random Ask to get to know my mutuals.

What would your most ideal day be like? What would you love to do to be utterly at peace.

Ooh…this is tough because I feel like I’d change my mind a thousand times about what my ideal is before I could hit Post. So maybe I’ll just describe an ACTUAL day that recently happened and that was one of the more satisfying that I can remember…

I had a big breakfast (breakfast food is the best food IMHO) and an unusually stress-free trip to work on the train. Right when I got there, my boss told me I could go home again because there was an electrical problem in the building and no one could work. So instead, I got a fancy tea drink and took my book (The Song of Achilles, a real banger) to the park across the street and read all morning on a nice bench because it was one of the 10 days a year here where it’s not either uncomfortably cold or disgustingly hot. I took myself out to lunch and then went the long way home, which involved a long walk with my favorite playlist in my ears. Then I took a nap because why not. My husband brought home dinner (with cake!) and we watched a few episodes of Freaks and Geeks, one of my all time favorites that he is generously rewatching with me for the hundredth time. And that was it. Absolutely nothing fancy or exciting. Just time to myself to do what I want, fresh air, good food, enjoyment from things that I love, and the company of a nice dude. A pretty ideal Tuesday.

Thanks so much for asking! ♥️

[omegaverse-daily]

Yall hybrid verses have me by the throat rn so lemme yap for a bit

I have this idea that only omegas are hybrids but betas and alphas can have hybrid traits and so like omegaverse has like a primary and secondary gender classification, but i think hybrids also have like a third classification of prey and predator.

So like prey hybrids usually are the ones who want to have kids, will nest more, will flight instead of fight, and are your typical omega standard. They’re more likely to run in one of two ways of either being extremely waifish and small or plump and short. They’re more delicate in all aspects.

Predator hybrids on the other hand are usually extremely independent, aggressive, and headstrong. They’ll fight you. They’re more likely to be more muscular and have a bit of height, ranging in like the 5’5”-5’9” range. They’re more likely to want to have like one kid and then be done, but focus on that one kid.

In my verse, omegas are pets. Most people want predator omegas because the thought is that the predators will protect them easier and you get more money the more predator hybrids you sell. It’s like a whole gross breeding program and people want more and more rare hybrids, so the ultra rich have like arctic fox hybrids or whatever. The people who own the hybrid will usually make them have an alpha or beta to continue on their lineage and then want them to pop out as many hybrid omegas they can. There are no omegas that are not hybrids anymore. Packs and people will do absolutely vile things to hybrids to the point that underground groups and crime syndicates have formed to try to help these hybrids the best they can.

My verse has to do with a miniature holland lop male omega named Clove and a crime syndicate boss male alpha named Zev. Zev basically tries to save as many hybrids as he can while trying to dismantle the government from the inside out.

Zev is the son of a female omega panther hybrid and a pack of disgusting alpha and beta politicians. He’s never met his mother, but he does know she has passed away during childbirth, and his father is the president and an alpha. He got a bachelors and masters in nonprofit work and set up a small underground shelter for hybrids with the money he had saved up from working. His father and his father’s pack never gave any free handouts and Zev left them when he was 18, moving off to go to college and never looked back. He helped other shelters in his area get started up and gives them as much protection as he can give. He has other fronts and people don’t usually see the hybrid part of his organization. He has a pack of friends he made in college who all had similar goals. Their pack is three alphas, including him, and three betas. (A: Zev, Jasper, Felix. B: Noel, Kai, Alex). He tries to visit the shelters as often as possible to help out as much as he can. The other pack members also go and help out at other ones. There’s a shelter that takes the most serious cases though that Zev won’t tell anyone where it is or what it’s called. The pack respects his decisions regarding that.

Clove is a miniature holland lop hybrid who doesn’t know either of his parents because he was sold off about six month after his birth to a hybrid care facility where they trained him to be the perfect prey hybrid. Clove was bought at 15 to a high ranking pack and treated like a lap pet until they wanted children from him. He was 20 when they decided they wanted children and he got pregnant at 24 and gave birth to 3 omega hybrids. The pack was furious and ended the bunnies’ lives and had Clove’s reproductive organs taken out. They decided he no longer had any value to them because it took him so long to get pregnant and then when he did he only had omegas. On the way home from the hospital, one of the pack members slashed his achilles’s tendons and left him on a back road to die. A shelter worker found him and brought him in. She cleaned him up gently and made sure he was comfortable in a room. The tricky situation was that Clove only spoke Dutch and extremely basic and fragmented English. He was terrified of every little thing and wouldn’t speak to anyone or even really show himself. The only way they knew he was still in his room was because theyd be able to see a small part of his body sticking out from under his bed. His body was hurting and his mind was hurting. The director of the shelter ended up coming down and talking to him, sitting on the ground at a safe distance. Her name is Penelope and she’s a beta. Clove would just call her Pen and ask for her by just saying her name. Pen spoke Dutch fluently enough for Clove to be able to speak to her and she was able to get him comfortable enough. Clove never left his room which worried some of the other workers, but Pen explained that he was a severely damaged prey hybrid, so they would take it at his pace.

Zev ended up showing up one day to speak with Pen because he had dropped off a ocelot hybrid the previous day and wanted to see if she needed anything and walked past the dark room with a giant nest in the middle of it and was intrigued. He had taken a large majority of the hybrids to this shelter bc this was the shelter with the severe cases. Pen had met him at the window of Clove’s room. She explained who Clove was and what was going on and Zev just nodded along. He usually had no interest in hybrids, but 90% of the time he only dealt with predators. Preys were interesting to him because usually they were insanely coddled and insanely expensive. It wasn’t unheard of for them to be given up, but it was rare for them to be abused.

And there’s more to this story, but I’m still working out a lot of specifics! I hope yall like it plz don’t steal this idea :3 u can use my hybrids and stuff but like don’t steal Zev and clove from me thanks

-Kitty Mod

[because-she-goes]

waiting for you

warnings: swearing, alcohol, cowboy!matty, bartender!matty, pining for each other, slow burn. Enjoy!

The lights were dim and the air was filled with the smell of leather and smoke. The sound of electric guitar, people talking and glasses clinking percolated around the bar. Neon signs buzzed and hummed above you as you fixed your hat. The staw hat had become slightly more and more crooked as the night progressed and you became more drunk off the rum and cokes the bartender kept passing to you. Today had been a rough day, your boss had scolded you about leaving papers on his desk in front of the whole office, you spilled coffee down your brand new blouse, your heels were digging into your achilles tendon and that’s not even to mention how you had ran out of gas on the way to work and had to call your work friend Mona to carpool you both there. Needless to say, you needed to take the edge off, enjoy your Friday night in peace and forget about your 9-5 for a bit. Taking a long sip and finishing the rest of the rum and coke in front of you, letting the liquor burn your throat.

“How was the drink, darling? Want another or something different?” The voice grabs your attention. Looking up at the bartender, first noticing the chunky rings that adorn his hands. Then the salt and pepper curls being held back by a clump of gel. Then his eyes, holy fuck his eyes. And god his outfit was good, a tight white tank top with a seemingly vintage flannel thrown over it and some baggy blue jeans. Shaking your head to wake yourself up a bit and bring you back to reality, you remember he asked you a question.

“It was really good, but I’ll try something different! Dealer’s choice.” You answer him, eyes now locked onto his.

“Okay, do you like sweet, bitter or sour?” He asks, eyes taking a glance at your lips. You silently thank god you remembered chapstick and lipstick today.

“…sweet.” you reply simply, taking a glace at his stupidly perfectly pink lips. You take a moment to think how they would feel pressed against your pulse point on your neck, teeth nipping. You let out a sigh as he nods and gets to work.

You watch his skilled hands move around the bar as he grabs the different ingredients for whatever he has in mind… vodka, peach schnapps, orange juice, then cranberry juice. In a shaker with some ice, he puts one and a half ounces of vodka, a half ounce of peach schnapps, and then two ounces of each of the juices. You gulp as you watch his biceps flex as he shakes the cocktail around until you notice the condensation form around his knuckles. Oh dear fucking god.

He pours out the sunset-toned liquid into a glass with pebble ice and places 2 cherries on top delicately. “Here ya go, sweetheart. Let me know how you like it.”

You take a sip and barely hold back a moan at how sweet and lovely the drink is. “Oh my god, this is good! What is it called so I can order it next time I’m out?” You ask, going in for another sip.

He waits until the rim of the glass touches your lips and then says “It’s a sex on the beach, babygirl…” Your brain short circuits at that and you cough up a bit of the drink.

He giggles and hands you a napkin. “Everything okay, muffin? You alright there?”

“Yeah… yeah I’m good, just-just took me by surprise is all!” He laughs a bit more as you wipe your mess a little… noticing an orange stain blooming on his white tank top.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry about your shirt!” You damn near shriek, reaching over the bar to wipe it with a napkin before it dried.

“Oh it’s okay, babygirl. I always keep a spare in my car for times like this haha - wanna take a walk with me? I’m due for my 15 minute break now anyways.” He offers, already walking to join you in the front of the bar. He holds out a hand and you take it, walking out to the back with him as he yells to the other bartender to cover him for a bit.

In the parking lot, you see the most beautiful red vintage Ford Bronco. He unlocks it quickly and grabs the extra shirt out of his backseat, silently swearing to himself how the shirt got ruined and he had just washed it that morning. He takes a minute to make sure you’re still okay as you lean against the driver’s side door. He sees your green eyes gleam in the moonlight and his whole body relaxes - he could never be mad at someone so beautiful, so pure, so lovely.

He wipes his hands of the alcohol being spilled while he made drinks, mixed with the dirt under his fingernails from being at the ranch that morning - he helps where he can and plus the extra money doesn’t hurt. You take another look at his hands and arms as he’s distracted and notice the very slight farmer’s tan and warm honey toned skin that graces his forearms. He peels off the dirty tank top and your heart stops when you spot his slight happy trail and abdomen flexing as he stretches.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer, buttercup!” He speaks into the night sky, a laugh hidden under his breath. Swapping the shirts, he places the clean one on and throws on a baseball hat since the gel was starting to come loose and his hair began to fall in his eyes as he worked.

“S-Sorry, you’re just s-so pretty.” You admit bashfully, kicking the pavement below your sneakers. The drinks clearly now affecting your ability to filter your thoughts.

He steps towards you, taking your face in between his palms. Your breath hitches as you breath in his scent… marlboro reds, ginger and vanilla. Warm, spicy, a little sweet - heavenly. It takes everything in you to not just fall to your knees and collapse at his scent and him being this close to you.

“You’re prettier, angel.” His voice rough and thick with desire. You exhale shakily as he presses his body against you. A silence falls between you two, the only other sound cutting the tension being crickets chirping in the woods a stone’s throw away.

[moltz23]

The Achilles Heel of Fodlan's Most Fantastic Weapon - Analysis & Theory.

As a mere concept, futuristic missiles showing up from nowhere in a medieval-western fantasy setting like Fire Emblem makes for some pretty neat spectacle. In Three Houses, though? This unfortunately comes with some questions left unanswered, forcing people (like me) to come up and find answers of our own. So after considering what 3H tells the player about these fantastic weapons, as well of our current world’s (known) weapon development, I think I might have finally stumbled across why, as cool and seemingly overpowered the “Javelins of Light” appear to be, are ultimately highly impractical pieces of tech which should honestly get whoever worked on them fired.

I feel I must stress however, that at the end of the day, no matter how much in-game evidence I used to back things up, a portion of this analysis should fall into the theory spectrum. Also, I’m not a weapon/missile expert by trade, so there’s that.

So without further ado, here’s the introduction to our topic at hand:

What are the “Javelins of Light”?

Live footage of the things in action.

In Three Houses’ Fódlan, the “Javelins of Light” are “those who slither in the dark” ‘s trump card; highly destructive yet suggested to be impractical (more on this later) missile-shaped objects that fall from the sky and explode upon impact.

Lore-wise, the Javelins of Light - or Pillars of Light, as the Agarthan that wrote Romance of the World’s Perdition (found in the DLC Shadow Library) calls them - are mentioned to have been built by the civilization of Agartha over 1000 years before the main story, for the purpose of killing Sothis. And in spite of all the destruction and death caused, they weren’t enough to do the job, forcing Agartha’s survivors to flee and hide as Sothis erased their civilization from the map. Many centuries later - after Nemesis’ defeat, but before the War of the Eagle and Lion -, “those who slither in the dark'' attempted to use the javelins to blow up the Holy Tomb, but were redirected thanks to a spell Sothis had placed in the area which disrupted their trajectory, blowing up Ailell instead and turning it into Fodlan’s equivalent of Lethal Lava Land.

Afterwards, TWSITD refrained from using them ever again… For a few more centuries at least.

in the Verdant Wind & Silver Snow routes, the trump card returns once the story mission that takes place in the Empire’s Fort Merceus is beaten, blowing up the fortification to smithereens just as Byleth’s faction luckily avoids the danger by chasing the Death Knight (who was all to aware of what would happen, luring the gang on purpose). After Edelgard’s death, Hubert reveals post-mortem that he detected the exact moment when the sorcery triggering the missiles was used, and somehow used that to find the Agarthans headquarters, which he discloses in a letter. And once Shambhala is invaded and Thales (TWSITD’s boss) is defeated, as a last resort, the dude summons multiple missiles to destroy his enemies, but fails due to Rhea literally tanking some them for Byleth and his crew, causing Thales to die from random debris, and Rhea to be wounded lethally (whether she dies or not in SS depends on the player’s choices).

This shot will never not crack me up. Honestly.

In the Crimson Flower path, Thales - masquerading as Edelgard’s uncle, Lord Arundel - arranges a few javelins of light to drop on the Kingdom’s Arianrhod as revenge once he gets the confirmation from Edelgard that Cornelia’s death - in truth, Cleobulus and an Agarthan plant - was fully intentional, and the choice of words used (“I will be praying [...] that the Empire will not become another Arianrhod”) make clear his move was meant to be a deterrent against future backstabs. Given how Edelgard quickly covers up the event and later unleashes the Imperial army over the Agarthans sometime after dealing with Rhea and the Kingdom anyways, Thales’ gambit ultimately ends up being for naught.

Lastly, no javelins of light are ever used in the Azure Moon branch, though incidentally, it’s also the only non-Edelgard route which kills Arundel before Byleth’s chosen faction makes their way to Fort Merceus…

…Oh, and as far story-purpose goes, in Verdant Wind and Silver Snow, they’re used to having Byleth and co. go to Shambhala, while in Crimson Flower they’re used to explore further Edelgard’s relationship with the slitherers.

The Implications Behind the Trump Card

First, let’s go over what the game suggests about the things which make them so damn impractical:

Two routes point out that the weapons can't be abused at their leisure. For what’s worth, TWSITD blows up Fort Merceus in Verdant Wind and Silver Snow only because they were confident Byleth and co. would be there, and not to mention, both Hubert and the Death Knight knowing it would happen all but states Byleth’s group was intended to be killed there).

The only other instances where the “pillars of light” are used rashly are either because: 1. Thales has been cornered and has nothing left to lose (VW/SS): and 2. Thales is visibly pissed over his “pawn” killing his spies like nothing, and is trying to exert some control over her (CF). This stands out a lot given the Agarthans have a serious problem of hubris clouding their judgment at times, so seeing them being so careful with their usage implies a lot of how much they value them.

Thales has exclusive access to them: He’s seen summoning them in Shambhala in the Verdant Wind and Silver Snow routes; in Crimson Flower, he alludes something will befall Arianrhod upon finding out the circumstances behind Cornelia’s death - which turn to be the his trump card-; and in Azure Moon… Thales dies before everyone goes to Fort Merceus, and no missiles ever rain over the location. Thus, it would be criminal to ignore him entirely for his analysis given how much the story points out all the “javelins” employed are due to his will.

Whatever happened with Ailell was an exception, not the rule: Ailell by the time the plot takes place is a living wasteland of lava due to the “javelins of light”, and yet, none of the missiles used in animated cutscenes or even described in person carry this much destructive potential. Meaning, either Ailell was a dormant volcano before missiles fell on it, or the specific “javelins” used were, simply put, “built different“ and are no longer an option.

How a ballistic missile works, courtesy of Wikipedia.

By now, it goes without saying that the biggest criticisms the “javelins of light” have as a plot device, is that their weaknesses are never openly addressed and just merely “suggested”, and that’s understandably an issue if one’s trying to convince beyond reasonable doubt that there’s a good reason why the slitherers use them so seldomly, and prefer to scheme and attempt to manipulate important people in Foldan instead.

So in the end, how do we prove these fantastic weapons have an achilles heel at all? Well, I think we can reach a highly likely (yet ultimately theoretical) answer to this dilemma… By answering yet another question:

What truly are the “Javelins of Light"?

I’ve seen many, many people call the “javelins of light" online as nukes or ballistic missiles/ICBMs. But given what in-game evidence we have, both proposals just can’t be true:

First, and as previously mentioned, none of the weapons deployed in the present ever reach a comparable amount of destruction to a nuke, and Aillel’s aftermath being such a peculiar case makes it more of an exception rather than the rule of thumb.

And second, none of the missiles are even seen being launched from the ground. In all cutscenes they appear, the first thing that pops up are purple rings, which are then followed by the “javelin” falling through the path those rings set for it. This happens even near Shambhala, where one would otherwise expect them to launch from the ground if we go by the assumption these are indeed ordinary ballistic missiles/ICBMs Hubert used to find Shambhala’s location through analyzing their trajectory…

How a ballistic missile works, courtesy of Wikipedia.

In turn and, by process of the elimination, this leaves us with one kind of missile that fits behavior of the Javelins of Light to a tee, which as of this post, is still just hypothetical.

The Kinetic / Orbital Missile.

The idea behind them is simple; have missiles fall from the sky anywhere you would ever want, and let the kinetic force - AKA, the fall - do most of the job. And not only that, these can be - design wise - as simple as a giant pillar as a result, leading many people to nickname this idea as “rods from god” due to the weapons being seemingly launched from the heavens themselves. Sounds familiar?

If all this sounds too good to be true, then that’s because it is. As stated before, the concept behind this type of missile is still - currently - just an idea due to the logistics behind them being nothing short of a nightmare. Most importantly for the topic at hand though, a key step in setting them up involves sending them to space first, so they may later be launched from a satellite or something floating in the atmosphere.

And it’s right here where 3H’s lore screws the Agarthans hard, as the only existing reports where there’s anything remotely hinting the missiles were launched from the ground at some point (knowingly, implied, or otherwise) comes from “Romance of the World’s Perdition”:

"The False God must be defeated before the world sinks into a watery grave. To this end, the children of men have erected pillars of light upon the land. Thinis, Malum, Septen, and Llium were utterly destroyed. Those lands have vanished from this world. Yet even still, the False God stands. And soon, a flood aptly named Despair will drown this world."

As a quick reminder, this book is pretty much a relic from the era the Agarthan civilization that existed over 1000 years before the main story, as all of the cities being blown up mentioned in the book no longer exist in Fodlan. The missiles clearly were once on land before, but not anymore, given how they always drop from the sky…

The Achilles Heel of the “Divine Retribution”

In the end, with all the evidence at our disposal, I believe it’s possible to identify - to a theoretical level at least - why the “Javelins of Light” aren’t truly a “press the button to win” for the Agarthans. This achilles heel is split into 3 key points:

Finite number: If TWSITD doesn’t have the means to send new “pillars” into space, then logic dictates they just simply have a very finite number of missiles they’re forced to work with, so it’s best to make every one of them count. After all, if they had found a solution to the javelin problem (which didn’t give away the location of their HQ so blatantly, like teleporting them through magic or something), chances are they would have already used it.

Thales: Besides being the one that calls the shots on the javelins used, people often forget that the dude at his core is a schemer, not a fighter. Unless you really force his hand/piss him off, he will give the missiles the most strategic use possible, and will refrain from abusing them if he sees value in other methods and ideas, such as in CF where he wants to keep his partnership with Edelgard and the Empire going post-war and even have her potentially conquer the world later (it never pans out, but it’s the thought that counts).

Garreg Mach/Holy Tomb has a jamming spell. Sothis did something to the area so it’s 100% invulnerable to missiles, thus forcing the Agarthans to come up with another way to get rid of the Church and Rhea. Incidentally, this is why Thales never uses the missiles during his final fights in both Scarlet Blaze and Azure Gleam routes from the Warriors: Three Hopes spinoff; because it would be a resounding failure.

Thales, probably having to remind his cronies every century or so why blowing up Fodlan up with missiles isn't an option.

So in Conclusion…?

Whatever FE game we get later down the line that puts similar emphasis to lore as 3H did really needs to be clear on why your antagonistic forces can’t brute-force their way into victory. Truth be told, It’s not a dealbreaker to me (more so once I figured all this out), but it definitely adds to the frustration and belief the Agarthans should not have been in Three Houses to begin with (which is easier said than done, but that’s a topic for another day…)

And like always, many thanks to those who have kept up with all this wall of text up until now! If I had to ask a question to y’all though, it would be something like: if you had the choice to change something about the “Javelins of Light”, what would it be?