#arion's writing

[copiarion]

Thinking about sweet, submissive Beetlejuice

Quick smut under the cut (Betelgeuse x reader)

His favorite thing to do is eat pussy. He loves nothing more than using his powers to drive you absolutely wild, changing the size of his tongue and his fingers to lavish all those deep, sensitive spots. He especially loves having you sit on his face, feeling smothered underneath you with your thighs squeezing his head as you gush all over his lips and chin.

[copiarion]

I agree so here's a fic about it 🥺

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57049360

Drawing copia with a belly is important to me.

[hercarisntyours]

The "what letter, diana what letter" scene from anne with an e but make it arion/oplita are you seeing my vision

[glitteratti]

also we do NOT talk about percy and hazel and frank friendship trio as much as we should. they r bestiessss

[fluffysminion]

The dealings of House Castronova and House Tyndaros, represented by Amadeus Castronova and Pollux Tyndaros.

rp with @asklordcaptaincastronova

[copiarion]

Friends who comment and hype up your art deserve nothing but the best in life 😭🥰

Y'all. Y'ALL. Dinner is served!

We got us that winning combo of dark! motives Father Paul and a traumatized new parishioner. Delicious recipe is delicious.

This is promising to be a marvelous piece.🥵

[ifyouseethisnoyoudonot]

"Hey... how ya feeling, baby? Hmm?" She gazed down at him with such a soft look, stroking her hand through his hair as he laid on her chest.

"...Tired..." It's nothing but a whisper, his eyes drooping as he began to give an exaggerated pout, but even that fizzled out and faded into something just genuinely, silently miserable. "...Exhausted."

"Oh, sweetheart..." She laid a soft kiss on his forehead, pausing to sweep away a few now-messy curls that had fallen in the way before kissing him again. "I think your fever's getting a little better, though..."

He gave a weak hum as a response, eyes still half-closed. "Mmh. S'that why my body feels like-- like a dead snake."

She had to choke back a laugh of shock. "Like a what?"

"...Floppy." He managed to clarify despite the awful, sickly-feeling fog in his mind. "But... more so. More dead-ish." His hand curled into the folds of her shirt, focusing on how the fabric felt, how he could feel the fabric wrinkles under where his head lay, pressing small reddened lines into his cheek that would inevitably itch in that strange way whenever he bothered to lift his head. For now, though, he wasn't about to move anytime soon.

She blinked, processing the Snake Explanation. "...Ohhhh. Alright, that-- that does make sense... and to answer the question, yeah-- you do tend to feel really weak after your fever breaks, it's like-- I think it's like an adrenaline crash after a fight is over, your body's finally stopped fighting as hard as it was..." She frowned worriedly, stroking his hair more, tucking it behind his ear. "This fight really took it out of you though..."

Suddenly his mouth was wobbling, trying to swallow the lump in his throat as the overwhelming awareness brought on by her gentle observation all but forcing him to admit out loud-- "I feel... so awful..." He hid his face against her, somehow ashamed of himself though he knew she'd never judge him.

She made a noise of bittersweet heartache, hugging him closer to her and shifting to rub his back. "Ohh, baby, I know... I know... I'm so sorry..."

"M-my head is so full and my eyes burn an-and I can't-- I ca-an't--" his voice cracked so badly he had to break off into a cough "--I can't ev-ven sleep it off like I should be-- my limbs are nothing but aching..."

"Oh, baby... no... sweetheart, there isn't a should here... I wish you could sleep but that's not-- it's not..." She trailed off, doing her best to massage some relief into his achy body, murmuring softly. "Ohh, my poor love... my poor sick love..."

That pulled a weak sob from him, his muscles starting to relax almost despite himself under her gentle ministrations. "I-- I'm sorry... I know you must be tired of thi--"

"Now you stop right there, my good sir," she put on a playfully scolding tone, nudging him just enough to jostle him out of that train of thought, "I know you know better than that..."

He just shrugged at that, suppressing a little hiccuping sound, the noise mostly turning into a sniffle.

"You do... you do know better... you know I love you always, and you know taking care of you is a gift... how few people get to do that, huh? Get to see you like this? This is an honor... it really is, but more importantly-- I'm not gonna get tired of you. Not ever. And it's okay to need me... to want me... it means more than I could ever tell you..." She kept rubbing his back, trying to loosen the tension in his shoulders, feeling them shake and hearing the muffled sniffles as she kept murmuring sweet things, knowing that, at least, the crying meant that he heard and believed... it was going to make him even more congested and snuffly than he was already, but-- well. Some things were just more important.

He shifted to press his now-wet cheek against her chest like before, trying to compose himself a little and giving a teary, embarrassed smile. "Yih--you-- you have to be ti-ired of telling mbe th-at--" a few coughs, a breath catching oddly "--so of--oftehh-hhh--" a hitching gasp that was almost like a sob, then a shuddery, drippy sneeze that had a few too many syllables in it to be normal. "-ghhih-- hih'HHEhh-I'ESHHhuhh--" All he had left in him after that was the tiniest, most self-pitying "...ow..."

"Oh, sweetheart..." She shifted to look at him better, concerned, but then had to bite her lip to keep from (lovingly) laughing at just how pathetic he looked with his now dramatically-pouting face and flush that wasn't just fever anymore as he felt around in the covers for his lost handkerchief. "Awwh, that one got the better of you, didn't it..." She found the handkerchief first, moving to help deal with the mess, but he spluttered awkwardly and took over.

"I-- n'dow liste'd here, I have sombe dig'dity left..." He shot her a grumpy but still pouting look, knowing that-- well, he kind of didn't. Not that he truly needed it right now, anyway. He sighed as if giving up on the idea, and buried his face back into the handkerchief to blow his nose harshly.

Her brow furrowed at the noise. "Well don't hurt yourself..." She lightly ran her hand up and down his arm, pausing to give his shoulder a small worried squeeze.

"Ghh... I do regredt it..." He sniffled softly, which drew out a few ticklish coughs. "Why do I feel worse n'dow, thad's sub'posed to help..."

She couldn't smother a soft chuckle at that-- she felt bad about laughing, honest, but ohh, poor thing... "Aw, honey... you've just got all the bad luck, don't you..." She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and gave a warm squeeze, humming like a purr.

He shifted to get more comfortable, all but flopping back into place with a particular whimpering noise she'd grown to know meant please fuss over me more, say the soft things you do, I won't complain even for show right now. "I really, really do..."

"I know... poor love, we'll just have to turn that luck around, now won't we?" She turned her head to nuzzle into his hair, humming quietly in enjoyment of the gesture despite how tangled and damp his curls were just then.

He huffed at the idea, then regretted it as he had to muffle coughing into his handkerchief. "Ughh... highly doubt that's goi'g to work ud'less you sudded'ly k'dow luck m'bagic..."

"Pff-- wish I did." She gave a small worried smile as she contemplated the idea, fingers running lightly through his hair, very-carefully trying to get rid of the tangles whenever she found one. "If I could make us lucky, I'd've never let you get sick at all..."

"I whhh-- ih-- hih'yiESSHHhhuh-" his body shook with another exhausted sneeze, then he whimpered a quiet oh no as he felt another one coming and tried to stifle "--ghhuh-hH'KSSHT--"

"Ohh, honey no, don't hold it in like that..." She rubbed his back, slow and soothing as she whispered sweet nothings. "Shhh, shh, it's okay... you're okay... I bet that hurt though, didn't it..."

He nodded, letting out a few damp-sounding coughs and rubbing his nose til it got even more red than it was. He shifted, pressing closer, soaking up the coddling like it sustained him (and in a way, it did.)

She hummed in sympathy, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I know it did, sweet love... try and let it out next time, alright?" She brought the comforter up a little farther, tucking him in.

"...'ll try..." It was just a quiet mumble, his eyes drooping closed again, tension from discomfort in his face, but it started to melt away as he felt her touch move to his cheek, then to his forehead, the pad of her thumb smoothing out the wrinkle there.

"Good..." She kept her voice at a soothing whisper, trying to smooth the tension away from his brow, his eyes, his jaw... "You've gotten so good at it, you know that? I'm really proud of you..."

A tiny smile twitched to life at that. He did feel a bit silly being praised for something like that, but it felt good all the same. He dared to let go of the handkerchief for a moment, his hand finding hers and bringing it to his mouth so he could leave a soft, sleep-clumsy kiss there.

She cooed, heart squeezing in her chest at the gesture. "So sweet... even while you're so, so sick... I don't know what I'm going to do with you..."

His eyes were still closed, but he looked much less miserable than before as he quoted her own words back to her with a sneakingly-growing smile, "Love me always...?"

She absolutely melted, wrapping herself around him for a proper cuddle as she grinned so wide she started to tear up a little. "Yeah... love you for always."

[vsnotresponding]

oc name meaning tag

thanks @pluttskutt for the tag!

Rules: Put down an OC or more and tell what their name means

i look at the rules and i ignore the rules. this is a fun way to give examples of how i name my ocs and so i'll explain:

this name came to me in a dream and I have no idea what it means:

Eak: from the Ancient Greek “Aiakós (Αἰακός). Aiakos was one of three judges of the dead, underworld demi-god.

doesn't fit him at all lmao

chosen for the actual meaning:

Anuna: follower

basically what he is

scrambled a word in another language to get the name:

Raichta: from meabhlaireachta "decieve"

this is sher's noble name btw

chosen for symbolic reasons:

Hannah: graciousness

i chose hannah because it reads the same backwards. and you know. circular time

Ira: watchful of a city, watchful

fitting meaning, but she got her name from the word for rage in Spanish

honoring a fictional character:

Ely: ascension

fitting, even if i got it from Elyon (God Most High) from WITCH lol

Enzo: home ruler

doesn't fit my boy. got the name from The Young Elites

i grew attached to a pokemon during a playthrough and used the nickname for an oc (only in tfb)

Arion: greek mythology horse

Chimera: greek mythology animal

open tag + @my-cursed-prince @on-noon @k--havok @aquil-writes @mjjune and @sunset-a-story

[wetcatarion]

They say you can't look straight into the sun.

Surely, they must be wrong.

I look at the sun,

straight into her kind and warm eyes.

I kiss her cheeks,

and taste stardusts on my lips.

I hold her hand,

and her warmth seeps into my soul.

She smiles,

and at once i am closest to heaven.

They say you can't look straight into the sun.

So my sun looks at me,

with her kind eyes and smile.

I now know why Icarus flew.

~ AG

[copiarion]

Pspsps I started a new fic 😘

Your New Life Will Cost Your Old One

by CopiArion The crippling pain seemed fair at first; a fair price to pay in exchange for the life you took. You had been dealt your hand and unlike Crockett Island, there was no escaping it. You contemplated if your life was even worth saving at this point. Had it ever been? His hand cradles your skull as you draw the poison into your mouth. And suddenly, the pain is gone as he whispers, “Your new life will cost your old one.” Words: 1120, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Midnight Mass (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Father Paul Hill | Monsignor John Pruitt, Beverly Keane, Leeza Scarborough Relationships: Father Paul Hill | Monsignor John Pruitt/Reader, Father Paul Hill | Monsignor John Pruitt/You Additional Tags: Chronic Pain, pain medication abuse, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Religious Guilt, Survivor Guilt, Depression, Existential Crisis, Blood Drinking, Blood Kink, Vampire Sex, vampire cocks swell when they feed because I said so, Oral Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Breeding, Blood As Lube, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction April 09, 2024 at 03:18PM Read it on Ao3 » https://archiveofourown.org/works/55087684 ✞ Don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to let the author know you enjoyed their work ✞

[gautiersylvain]

writing fic is so hard because i dont want to write it i want to read it

[copiarion]

Father Paul loves to eat you out, to worship between your thighs, to serve at the altar of your cunt and drink the very essence of you

[petraevesplace]

Through the power of Scorpio season starting and Ace week, I will finish and post Chapter 51

[viviskull]

💭

Meme | Accepting | Arion

‘When did the tiny orange feeder suddenly get into punk rock?’

[probablyasocialecologist]

A tiny Hawaiian squid, Euprymna scolopes, has become a model for thinking about this process. The “bob-tailed squid” is known for its light organ, through which it mimics moonlight, hiding its shadow from predators. But juvenile squid do not develop this organ unless they come into contact with one particular species of bacteria, Vibrio fischeri. The squid are not born with these bacteria; they must encounter them in the seawater. Without them, the light organ never develops. But perhaps you think light organs are superfluous. Consider the parasitic wasp Asobara tabida. Females are completely unable to produce eggs without bacteria of the genus Wolbachia. Meanwhile, larvae of the Large Blue butterfly Maculinea arion are unable to survive without being taken in by an ant colony. Even we proudly independent humans are unable to digest our food without helpful bacteria, first gained as we slide out of the birth canal. Ninety percent of the cells in a human body are bacteria. We can’t do without them.

As biologist Scott Gilbert and his colleagues write, “Almost all development may be codevelopment. By codevelopment we refer to the ability of the cells of one species to assist the normal construction of the body of another species.” This insight changes the unit of evolution. Some biologists have begun to speak of the “hologenome theory of evolution,” referring to the complex of organisms and their symbionts as an evolutionary unit: the “holobiont.” They find, for example, that associations between particular bacteria and fruit flies influence fruit fly mating choice, thus shaping the road to the development of a new species. To add the importance of development, Gilbert and his colleagues use the term “symbiopoiesis,” the codevelopment of the holobiont. The term contrasts their findings with an earlier focus on life as internally self-organizing systems, self-formed through “autopoiesis.” “More and more,” they write, “symbiosis appears to be the ‘rule,’ not the exception. . . . Nature may be selecting ‘relationships’ rather than individuals or genomes.”

Anna Lowenhaupt Tsing, The Mushroom at the End of the World: On the Possibility of Life in Capitalist Ruins

[hercarisntyours]

I think I'm cooking so hard with this hadestown au rn