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jerking off while listening to their audio messages is my new favourite thing <33 I focus on every little gasp and hum, imagining what their moans and whimpers may sound like, while I also try my hardest to stay focused and pay their pretty words the attention they deserve <33 I would never prioritise my pathetic needs over my dolly’s <33 but I would give anything to hear him beg and pant for me <33 I give my baby all the time they need <33 I can wait forever for you my dear <33
Also the imagination that he is already watching me through my phone makes it exiting to me <3 I try to act extra pathetic whenever I think of it <33
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I saw it in your tag game post that you're also fond of the Apollo-Heracles conflict 👀 for a myth that appears in only a couple of sources, it sure has a lot of presence in the vase paintings (no seriously, everytime I think I've seen the last of it, I find ten more)
SO do you have any favorites among the paintings that represent this story??
OMG OMG THIS ASK IS A GIFT. IT IS A GIFT THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR LETTING ME TALK ABOUT THIS
I also think it's extremely interesting that it's a story so popularly portrayed by vase paintings and in such a variety of ways!! It's certainly one of the stories that gets left out of written compilation of Heracles' legend a bit (which is a shame, I think it's a fantastic story) but Apollo had a very peculiar relationship with Heracles in general that I just kind of find amazing (and very, very funny).
Apollo is not a god with any legitimate grudge against Heracles, but he does argue with the mortal a bit like he argues with his favourite brothers 😂Part of why I love the story of Apollo and Heracles fighting over the tripod so much is that it is such a little brother thing for Heracles to be upset with the proclamation his elder brother has given him and so, he throws a great fit, taking up the chair and declaring that he'll just give himself a better prophecy! And Apollo, instead of being a marginally professional big brother, decides to fight him for it until their father has to break up their cat-fight. Like was that not just the plot of the Homeric Hymn to Hermes? Is this not exactly how Apollo treated Hermes when he was a child and now those two are inseparable? 💀
Because of this, my favourite vase paintings tend to be the ones that highlight the personal squabbling between Apollo and Heracles the most. There are some very elaborate ones that have the full host of them - Athena, Heracles, Apollo, Artemis, usually a dog and a doe, I've even seen a couple that had birds and plants etched on them, but the simplest ones that show Heracles about to bonk Apollo with his club out of frustration or depict Heracles nyooming away from Apollo while Apollo (presumably) yells curses about how he's going to fling Heracles head first into Tartarus for daring to take his things? Yeah, those are the premium big brother/little brother things I'm looking for.
(Photo. Marie-Lan Ngyuen)
(Photo. Museo Claudio Faina)
Also the one in the Theoi.com archives is a real classic - perfect energy.
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thinking about sunarin convincing you to do the gimme my money prank on his little sister and you’re a bit reluctant at first but you do so anyways bc he insists that it’s going to be funny 😭 the video ends with his sister bawling in the living room and your boyfriend laughing his fucking ASS off
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Ace, the constant flirt, was completely drunk at the bar. When Sabo came to check on him, Ace was already drunk off his ass, whining in Sabo's arms with a drink still in hand. “uwahh- 😭 saboo i gotta stop flirting I got 12 pussies to eat tdy😭😭😭”
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Could I have some Mafia Front please? I love absolutely everything that’s going on with them right now. I just walked past a restaurant that seemed somewhat similar and it immediately popped into my head <33
WIP Wednesday (7/24) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 194)
When the crepes are all made and safely stashed in the oven, Jean starts to chop up Neil’s strawberries. As he does, he feels Kevin’s eyes on him. He glances over to find Kevin watching him like a hawk. Finally, he cocks a brow. “What is it?”
“Nothing. You just look so good with your sleeves rolled up like that.” Kevin says matter-of-factly. Having always been a bit vain, Jean knows exactly how he looks. And his arms are rather nice-looking. Or, would be, if not for the scars left behind from a lifetime of torment at the hands of a neurotic tyrant.
“I look like I lost a fight with a razor blade,” Jean scoffs, because it’s true. He’s also lost fights to switchblade knives, broken glass, and, most notably, a stapler. Riko was a bitch when he got creative. It took over an hour for Jean and Nathaniel to pry those out—
When Jean looks back up, Kevin is still staring at him.
“You look perfect.”
“Liar.”
“That’s Neil. I only speak the truth. And I can’t believe you’ve been hiding those under suits these last few days. It’s a crime.” Kevin tuts, eyes glued to Jean’s forearms. Under his gaze, Jean subconsciously flexes and Kevin sighs happily. “Thanks, I needed that.”
Jean snorts. “Stop staring at me.”
“Why?”
“It’s… distracting. I might cut myself.”
“What should I do instead?”
“I don’t know. Entertain yourself somehow.” Jean shrugs. Kevin looks around the room for a moment before wandering off towards the door to the dining room. Jean watches him peek out the window and sighs. That’s not what he meant.
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brain,,,dump
Thinking about Ajax waking up in the middle of the night, panicked from a nightmare or sudden memory, in an attempt to let him calm down Foul Legacy takes over, completely forgetting you were passed out in bed beside them.
You wake up and Foul Legacy processes your presence, throwing himself into a panic out of fear you would hate him for taking Ajax’s place. You are admittedly confused and a bit spooked at the sight of Foul Legacy’s bright blue pearlescent eye staring back at you from the corner of the room he flung himself into, but you don’t say anything, just getting up and holding Foul Legacy’s face.
You’ve seen him before, in brief moments when Ajax would deem it necessary, allowing the abyss monster to take control. Though it was odd, seeing him cower in fear, typically Foul Legacy would be engaging in combat, this unmovable force protecting you. You run your fingers through his mane, allowing him to cradle you in his arms, softly chittering at you.
You weren’t sure how it happened, the two of you curled up in a nest of blankets, sleeping soundly, Foul Legacy’s rumbling purr being the only sound in the room.
hrggg i wanna hold foul legacy so bad, cradle his face [📺]
you and me both anon,,, you and me both,,, Hoyoverse when do we get the option to hug Foul Legacy please,,,
this is your first time being so close to Foul Legacy out of combat, and honestly? he is the sweetest monster you've ever met. even in a state of terror, he's extremely gentle with you, making sure that his grip on your body is light enough for you to pull away if you want to- you must want to, right? normally it'd be Ajax you were sleeping next to, not Foul Legacy, his monstrous other half. but you simply step closer, raising a hand and pressing it carefully against his cheek, tracing your fingers over the dips and ridges in his crimson mask. Legacy's crystalline eye widens as he lets out a chirp of surprise, then he melts into your touch, leaning heavily against the palm of your hand, soft croons slipping from his fanged maw. when you move your hand from his cheek to under his chin he purrs blissfully, glittering wings flitting and talons wrapping around your wrist to keep it in place
and then he looks at you and, oh, the soft smile on your face warms his heart more than any fire or ice ever could. there's not a hint of disgust or annoyance in your expression- no, there's only love and adoration, as well as a hint of amusement whenever he sticks his head out for you to scratch his chin more. Foul Legacy suddenly flops onto your lap, snuggling his head against your legs and curling around your body, inching up to bury his face in the crook of your neck once you lay down with him. his previous fear is entirely forgotten, replaced by the sensation of having you in his arms, all to himself for once. right before he drifts off again, Legacy leans in and gives you a lick on the cheek, chittering mischievously and kneading his claws into the soft blankets
he hears you laugh in surprise, and closes his eye again
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