#bullshit to keep me going ♾️���

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list of EPIC! rarepairs / crackships & crack friendships I fw / some I made up (very few tho I think hdvff)

°— Odysseus x Poseidon (Salty)

°— Odysseus x Zeus (Thunderclap)

°— Odysseus x Poseidon x Zeus (Wetthunderthighs)

°— Polites x Circe (Springblooms? or Smilingsoul?)

°— Thanatos & Telemachus (Death & The Dodger duo)

°— Penelope x Circe (Royalmaroon? or CunningEnchanted?)

°— Penelope x Amphitrite (Pearltears? or Seafoam?)

°— Zeus x Polites (Lightningreflective? or Sullied?)

°— Poseidon x Eurylochus (Stonefish? or Stormydepths?)

°— Aeolus x Telemachus (Smokey? or Windwolf?)

°— Circe & Hermes (Divine Perfume + ‘Perfume’ duo)

°— Penelope & Ctimene (Warrior Power Women duo)

°— Scylla, Odysseus & Ctimene (Feral Wolfs & the Big Bad Sea-Dog trio)

°— Ares & Ctimene (Shadowed Siblings duo)

°— Sirenelope x Odysseus (NOT AN ACTUAL SHIP!!!!!! SHIPPED ENTIRELY ONE-SIDED!!!!!!!!!!!!) (Drawingbow? or Azurescales?)

°— Ctimene & Telemachus (Full Speed After My Dumbass Brother/Father duo)

°— Hera & Odysseus (Loyalty First duo)

°— Apollo x Eurylochus x Helios (Dimsunlight? or Scorchedsteelinhand?)

°— Hermes, Odysseus & Ctimene (✨HERMES✨ and Grandkids duo)

°— Antinous x Calypso (Pollution? or Scarletsand?)

°— idk what else (for now mwahhaha-)

[void-botanist]

♾️ LETS GOOOOOO

— @outpost51

I added a bunch of stuff to my general rock playlist and my first shuffle song was Take It Easy by the Eagles.

I was like, maybe this challenge will help me get going on my Camp NaNo words for Nicea. Instead I wrote more Avis and Sorian, so here you and @vacantgodling go.

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She didn’t want to drink alone, but her options were limited. Sid would be too busy living his life again to even be home, and he probably wouldn’t shut up about Horatio anyway. Leon and Edith were probably fun drunks, but with the same problem of having too much to say about their son, and the added danger of propositioning her. Celia and her two-timer weren’t her speed—and Celia didn’t drink, anyway. She tried to think of literally anyone else on the island she knew well enough to take a shot with, and came up with only one. Maybe she should have just gone to a bar. With a sigh, she packed the bottle of whiskey into her backpack and set out from the dock.

The walk up to the outskirts of the university was mostly paved, but almost always empty, especially at this time of day when the only light was from the streetlamps flanking the sidewalk. This was kind of pathetic. Despite the fact that Sorian was usually a goofy drunk, she didn’t really want to be having a drink with him. He was just the only one around to share her extremely choice liquor. Honestly, who the hell just had a brand new bottle of Salmon Leap in the cabinet? She believed Sid that Horatio hadn’t bought it in advance, but still. It was good shit, and she wasn’t convinced she should have accepted it. Not least because now she was standing on Sorian’s doorstep, banging on the unpainted wood of his door.

Maybe he knew it was her, because he wasn’t wearing sweatpants when he opened the door this time.

“You want a drink?” she asked.

“Ah, I was planning on staying in tonight.”

That was enough of a yes. She pushed past him into his boring little house and put her bag up on the counter at the back before she slipped off her shoes. He just closed the door and drifted over to her. Extracting the flat, rectangular bottle from her bag, she sat it on the counter and tossed her otherwise empty backpack over onto her shoes.

“Wait, is that…?” Sorian asked, taking the bottle in his hands while she looked through his cabinets for glasses. Before she could even answer, he said, “Oh, wow, I’ve been wanting to try this since Leon got Horatio some. He still hasn’t…never mind.” He put the bottle back down and went straight to the next cabinet on her docket to pull out two actual snifter glasses.

“So you’re pretentious about whiskey now?”

“It’s not pretentious. It actually makes it better.” Even with the glasses on the countertop he seemed to be waiting for her to open the bottle. As she went back to it, he added, “But you can have yours in a mug with half a berry slushy if you want.”

Of course he remembered that. She smiled a little despite herself as she tipped the bottle toward the first glass, then paused. “Since your fancy way is so much better, do you wanna pour it?”

“I think you can pour it just fine,” he said, but still took it from her when she offered it to him. He poured it in what looked like a completely normal fashion, then put the cork back in the bottle. Leaning back against the counter, he lifted one glass to his nose. Avis imitated him, not bothering to keep the skepticism off her face. But he was giving the other side of the kitchen a thousand-yard stare.

“Fuck,” he said softly. “Smells like home.”

She’d forgotten that she was actually supposed to be sniffing the stuff. He was right though—the fumes had a clear note of jojum blossom, like the air on Imni during the subtle change from spring to summer. For a second, it felt cozy. Then she was done with this sniff and sip bullshit. She was here to be intoxicated, not to think. While Sorian took a sip, she drank down however much he’d given her. It was enough to get the flavor of it, and enough that everything should stop feeling so serious in a few minutes.

He raised an eyebrow at her as she poured herself the same again.

She waved him away. “Shut up with your eyebrows. I’ll drink this one slower.”

He grinned and took another sip.

Taking stock of his living room, she found that nothing had changed since the last time she was there, which meant his bar stools were absent and there was nowhere to sit that didn’t look gross or busted. “Don’t you have anywhere nice to sit?”

“My truck, I guess.”

She gestured for him to lead her there. He put down his glass to slip on his shoes by the back door, and she did the same. Then he brought her out to the dimly lit silhouette of his shortbed university pickup truck. When he reached for the driver’s side door, he almost immediately turned back toward his house.

“Forgot my keys,” he said.

As he passed her, she unlatched the tailgate, then eased it down and hopped up onto it, letting her legs dangle off the end. “This is fine.”

He looked unconvinced but came to join her, still keeping that careful distance between them. “How is the tailgate of my work truck less dirty than my indoor sofa?”

“Trust me, your sofa wishes it was only as dirty as actual dirt.”

Sorian laughed his soft laugh and she felt like the warm ease of the whiskey was spreading through her faster. Sipping from her glass, she leaned back and drank in the mostly-familiar sky with its white-tinted moon. Even without the smell of jojum blossoms in this sticky Summer Band night, even sitting next to the man she used to call her husband, she had the inexplicable sense that she was already home.

[cosmicourple]

Feral! Logan in Scogan ship this, animalistic protectiveness! Logan in Scogan that- NO‼️‼️‼️ FERAL! SCOTT IN SCOGAN‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ APESHIT! SCOTT LETTING LOOSE IN ORDER TO PROTECT &/OR RESCUE HIS STINKY BOYFRIEND/HUSBAND‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

[cosmicourple]

yooooo, where all the Poseidon x Odysseus x Zeus fics at????

n I don’t mean tagged separately, AKA Poseidon/Odysseus & Zeus/Odysseus, no, I mean Poseidon/Odysseus/Zeus.

srs where the threesome smashin’ fics all at 😭😭😭 there’s literally only TWO WORKS ON AO3 LIKE-??????!?!!!!!??????😭😭😭😭😭

No, guys, Guys seriously, BELIVE me when I say I need to read more stuff about these three:

1#: fucking aggressively (& Ody’ getting sandwiched)

2#: fucking around, homoerotic fights & hateful tension style (AKA typical God(s)-and-Mortal shenanigans which may include kidnapping, murder, tragedy, complex + shitty feelings n emotions, Death, lots pride + arrogance/ignorance on the God(s) part (& also prob Odysseus bc come on,,), onesided feelings, brutality against Mortal(s), Immortals somewhat trying to rap theirs brains around the views, opinions + generally jst how that Mortal sees n feels about the world around em’ & more-)

3#: fucking aggressively but Odysseus somehow takes charge (blame my fucked up thoughts of the Vengeance Sage for this one 😋👍👍)

4#: dealing w/ each others insufferable personalities (and families oh ho ho, dont get me STARTED on the potential tomfuckery to be had that that heffsaas >:))) (lol I would O.O.C so many characters for my crack-treated-(sometimes)seriously thoughts :”))

Anniflamma started dis, I’m going to (try) and make it bigger >>>:3

(edit: I am aware there are already threesome fics of them jst tagged separately but bc it’s a threesome, I would prefer if they were tagged all together bc????? That’s what it is anyway right?????????????????? Idk lol)

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y’all, Neal Illustrator’s vers of Poseidon n Zeus are giving me,,,,,,, thoughts. Lots of Ody’ involved thoughts :D. specifically masochistic, power-shifting, and wound fucking thoughts—

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anyone got any ship name ideas 4 Odysseus/Poseidon/Zeus??? Asking for a lil’ help lolololo 😅

edit: ship name has been chosen :DDD

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Tf: ONE A.U-ish backstory concept were when Sentinel’s team was about to remove a freshly created Orion’s T-Cog, boosh!!!!! Orion onlines, instinctively sensing danger, but also not fully aware & developed yet so he starts blindly n ferally attacking the surgeons(??) and scrabbling around the operation room (if they even used one idk fghjmnklfc) trying to escape. He even ends up biting Sentinel on the hand leaving a nasty looking scar that Sen’ does literally everything to make not be noticeable but if u looked rlly close, you could still see it hehehe, almost taking his digits clean off lol, obvsly their unsuccessful in their panicked rampage and are promptly swatted in the helm, knocked out cold, and havie his T-Cog finally removed.

Honestly, I think Sentinel shoulda’ taking it as a warning that these Mecha will not be ignorant to such bullshit forever but noOoOoOoOoO—

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in my latest T.F.P/R.I.D2015 A.U, when I say that O.P avoids all the contact they can w/ other cybertronians + Cybertron, I actually mean almost. While running around in space, helpless on what to do with the situation he’s currently in AKA rapidly developing baby cooking in their chest, O.P had the GREATEST luck of all to be able to make some friends/acquaintances w/ various spaceship crews & either solo or smallish groups of travellers. Said groups were obvs very wary &/or hostile towards Optimus/Orion at first, but most of them quickly put their varying opinions of the so-called ‘heroic’ war legend aside when it was discovered that lil’ old Op’ was sparked. And great Solus and all things forged, THE MECH’S ALL ALONE AND SPARKED!?!??????!!!!!!???? WITH NO THOUGHT OR IDEA ON WHAT THEIR GOING TO DO ONCE THEY GO INTO LABOUR IN THE [MIDDLE OF NOWHERE SPACE WITH ALSO NO SIRE TO HELP AND NO EXPERIENCE WHEN IT COMES TO BIRTH APART FROM RETURNING INSTINCTS!!!!!!??!!?!!??!!????!??????!!!!!!!]

Ye, the whole situation of O.P’s acquaintance with these mecha is very much somewhat comforting &/or sweet but still a very complicated, ball of yarn-type mess lmao

[cosmicourple]

lmaooooooo y’all have given me some some rlly good Odyzeusseidon name name ideas yhgu(fbfjh

The ones I liked to (currently) list:

Hades regrets his brothers (by @ithilthebard)

Lightning Rod (by @clasiann)

Odylightningbait (by @visalotan)

absolute shocker & stormclap (by @littlelav107)

Ody and his godly bitches HAHAJAJAG (by @poetreeanon)

Wet Thunder Thighs *dies* (by @tumblingdownthefoxden)

hjghhrgbrhfg I love all of these 🙌🫶

[cosmicourple]

mhmhn post-T.F.P-but-only-kinda-R.I.D2015 A.U where instead of being revived, Optimus escapes the ‘Prime void’ (which in my hc, is just a somewhat conscious Unicron using his energy to trap & mess with / manipulate O.P’s captured spark) & is able to get to the living world again (after somehow reviving themself idk) only to discover that their sparked w/ Megatron’s sparkling & then basically just wandering around the universe, avoiding all cybertronian contact they can, along with birthing & caring for their’s & Meg’s bitlet that the now parent O.P (going under their old destination Orion) names Zagreus

(ghghggghg totally not foreshadowing for any horrible tragic event to come nope nu uh never ;33 💞💞💞)

[cosmicourple]

Odysseus mpreg??? Yes

Poseidon &/or Zeus mpreg??? Also yes :3

[cosmicourple]

Crackpot Thoughts w/ Drægy Hour everyone,,,

what’s up? new Transformers! A.U idea.

universal setting? T.F.A w/ a bit of other continuity shizz

god forbidden premise??? somehow before getting kicked out, O.P was able to hook up w/ Megatron (alongside sleeping with Sentinel & Elite), frames mingled, then walked away pretending that never happened, nuh uh no consequences pls lolz

except,,, much later when the Allspark started acting funky & teleported the crew to Earth, it also sensed(?????idk it’s a magical Alien Cube, I can do whatever I want w/ its functions fuck u) the mingling code(s) within Optimus & decides to pull a lmao, shoots them directly in the chest, doesn’t elaborate, rest of moment plays out (almost since O.P is already passed the frag out) as normal…

wth does that ramble mean???????? Simple. Supercharged sparked! Optimus carrying Sentinel’s, Elite’s (or well, Blackaracnia’s bc it did some universe scanning bullshit research) AND Megatron’s sparklings. It has,, effects on O.P + the team, mostly bad AKA making the whole Situation more complicated, but some also making them more kickass (thru trauma obviously 838). Ye

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mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm- Cherik but their Frankenstein- mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

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Movie! Cherik but the bullet got reflected into Charles eye’s so now he’s blind. Ye angsty angst for that but also. Bonus points if due to lots of fighting &/or whatever other revolutionary stuff the Brotherhood do, Erik has started to go deaf 🙃.

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Cyclaws/Scogan but they bodyswap & then get freaky with it……

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idk dark fantasy! Scogan where Logan is a wandering eldritch-y! magic-fugitive, his ‘mutation’ (AKA in this world, natural-born magic) having well, mutated & caused their body to become a barely self-contained black swirling mass of dark matter & ash that smells of rotten flesh hidden under his tattered robe AND Scott being a part of this worlds wild magic friendly/wizard-y X-men + a former cult ‘raised’ child that was almost turned into a Supernatural weapon & as a consequence, is constantly running into life &/or soul-threatening danger bc hey, he’s already had his mind & body almost completely collapse into each other in a botched ritual attempt, why should he care about self-preservation now??????