#i can’t wait to dive in

[cursedyuri]

not answering this yet bc i want to actually fulfill the request but… whoever sent this, you’re a freak 😩 like vi fucking you through the overstimulation because she hasn’t made you come yet? BYEEEE.

[ninthriven]

more guardian ref sheets from the past few months ✨🧿🩸🌿

[onceuponaneverafter]

no bc i‘m obsessed with how the jacks from caraval who was literally plotting to take the throne and didn’t care about anyone or anything is the same person who spends almost two books in the ouabh trilogy just trying to keep evangeline safe because he loves her

✨character development✨

[iwritelmao]

Nausicaas: I have fallen in love with you over and over again

Nausicaas of Sparta is not a warrior, not a fighter, but a hunter. Telemachus thinks that’s really fucking cool. (Let me know if anyone else wants to be on the tag list for this!)

Taglist: @prince-of-ithaca

Nausicaas was the runt of six sons. The youngest, the softest. That is to say, soft by Sparta’s standards. He was still an expert with a blade and a ruthless fighter (if not a little short for his age). It was when he was twelve that he was sent out hunting for the first time, bow and arrow in hand and daggers sheathed at his side. How hard could it be?

Very hard. He couldn’t aim for shit. He could almost hear the mocking laughter of the goddess of the hunt being carried through the wind. Actually… No, that laughter sounded pretty real. The boy turned around to see the tallest woman he’d ever seen (was it just because he was twelve?) leaning against a tree. She was dressed like a hermit with a few pieces of armor on over the rugged clothing.

“Who are you?” Nausicaas said, forcing his voice as low as possible, trying to sound like his eldest brother who had fought in the Trojan War.

The woman laughed harder. “Let’s focus on you for now… what exactly do you think you’re doing?”

“Bringing home dinner for the first time. It’s a family tradition.” Nausicaas mumbled, then looked up. “I can do it.”

“I know you can,” she said, stepping away from the tree. “But not with that.” The woman gestured to the bow in Nausicass’s hand. “You need to play to your strengths. Follow me.” He shouldn’t be following tall mysterious strangers when he couldn’t even shoot a bow properly. But he did. He followed her to the edge of a clearing, behind a few bushes. “You are going to wait here, and when the next doe comes along, you’re going to use those daggers and you’re going to do what they’ve been training you to do. Kill that animal like it’s a man. Kill that animal like it’s a man you love.”

The boy stared at her for a long time. “Um… I don’t really know how… I’ve just never-”

“Right, yknow what? Just go for it. You’re gonna do great, kid.” She smiled and pushed him through the bushes.

Nausicaas stumbled into the clearing, coming face to face with a stag. A stag. I’m gonna die. He stood deadly still, searching for a way out as the animal stared him down. Kill that animal like it’s a man. The boy took a deep breath and put on hand on the hilt of each dagger. This felt good. This felt familiar. Nausicaas lunged.

He was covered in blood in a matter of minutes, standing over the stag he’d stabbed and strangled. Some of the blood was even his own, coming from his nose, his mouth, various scrapes on his lanky arms and legs. He felt alive.

“I did it! Hey! I did it!” Nausicaas yelled out, already bending down to tie a rope around the animal’s neck and prepare to bring it back.

The woman stepped into the clearing, kneeling down to meet his eyes. “Good job.”

“Who are you?”

“My name is Artemis.”

Nausicaas should be at home. He should be greeting the guests in his family’s home. The Queen and Prince of Ithaca. He should be greeting the woman who was there for his and most of his brothers’ first steps, along with her son who he’d never met before (who his father kept mentioning was Nausicaas’s age), but instead he was in the woods.

Maybe he could play it off as hunting for a welcome gift. He slung the rabbit over his shoulder and made his way back to his horse. A rabbit’s foot would be a decent enough gift and he could easily make use of the rest of the animal. As he saddled up and prepared to start on his way home, he heard a scream.

Immediately, he began to ride towards the noise. Before long, he was riding behind a pack of wolves who were chasing a teenage boy, seemingly about the same age as Nausicaas, who was getting slower by the second. He gripped a bleeding wound in his shoulder as he ran.

Eventually, they all came to a dead end—a short cliff face which the stranger cornered himself against the rock. Nausicaas stopped and jumped off the horse, dropping the rabbit onto the ground and unsheathing his daggers. He threw himself between the young man and the pack of wolves.

“Stay back.” Nausicaas said sternly, staring down the biggest of the group.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Said the stranger.

“Wasn’t talking to you… Sorry.” He whispered before turning his full attention to the wolves and holding out one of his daggers. “Go away! I am under the favor of Artemis and your death with be her tribute.”

The numbers dwindled as the smallest of the pack started to back away, tails between their legs. Nausicaas grinned, looking back at the wolf in the front, the big one which only seemed to snarl more at the mention of the goddess. He lept forward, sinking his first dagger into the side of the wolf’s neck. He felt claws swipe at his face then ducked, rolling away and stabbing the wolf in the side twice before he was tackled and his daggers fell out of his hands.

He could hear the stranger gasp behind him. Nausicaas grabbed the wolf’s hide and flipped it over, slowly maneuvering so that he was on top of the large animal. Once he got his hands around the creature’s neck, all it took was one violent pull.

It was over with a harsh snapping noise as the wolf went limp beneath him and the rest of the wolves scattered. He took in labored breaths as he stood up, stretching out his strained muscles. He wiped the blood from his split lip then grabbed his fallen weapons, finally standing up straight to greet the stranger.

“Are you okay?” The other teenager said, limping closer to Nausicaas.

“I’ve been better,” Nausicaas smiled sheepishly, “But, then again I’ve been worse. What about you?”

“Um… bleeding.” He uttered simply. “It could’ve been a lot worse though. You saved my life.”

“Oh, it- it was nothing, really.”

“Nothing?” His eyebrows raised and his mouth widened into a bright smile. It was a nice smile, bright, kind, pretty. “It was awesome!” Wait, pretty? “Was that stuff you said about Artemis true?”

Nausicaas nodded. “Pretty much. I leave part of my winnings in her temple and she helps me out sometimes. I guess she’s a mentor.”

His smile only widened and Nausicaas thought that maybe he should talk about Artemis more often. Suddenly, the young man’s eyes widened. “Oh! Sorry, I’m Telemachus by the way. Of Ithaca.”

Nausicaas’s eyebrows knitted together in thought. “Telemachus… Telemachus of Ithaca… you’re the prince of Ithaca!” He said, his expression brightening with realization. “And your mother is the queen, Penelope!”

“Yeah…” Telemachus raised an eyebrow. “Do I get to know the name of the brave warrior who saved me?”

He snorted out a laugh then shrugged. “More like dirty hunter, but yes. I’m Nausicaas.” He said. “And I also happen to be one of your hosts for your stay in Sparta.”

Telemachus smiled. “Lucky me, I guess.”

Nausicaas blushed. “Uh, yeah, sure.”

Kill that animal like it’s a man. Kill that animal like it’s a man you love. In some sick and twisted way, Nausicaas knew what that meant now. He looked down at the boar he’d wrestled to the ground and stared at the single slice across its throat. Careful and gentle and quick.

“Thank you,” the nineteen year old whispered to the dead boar, closing its eyes before standing back up. Telemachus was looking at him with a strangely distant expression, eyes fixated on the young man’s grip on his dagger. Nausicaas cleared his throat. “You alright?”

The prince didn’t say anything, only pushed off the tree and took a few long strides towards the hunter, cupping his face in his hands and leaning down for a kiss. Nausicaas smiled against his lips and sheathed his dagger, bringing his hands up to the other young man’s face as well. He gasped and pulled away when he realized that his hands were dripping in boar blood.

“Oh my- I’m so sorry.”

“What…” Telemachus reached up to feel the blood on his face and gasped. Suddenly, he broke out into laughter, staining his clothes with red as he gripped his stomach. “That’s so gross!” He said in his fit of laughter before jumping forward.

Nausicaas let out a startled yell before falling to the ground. “And what exactly are you doing?”

The Prince of Ithaca shrugged then leaned down for another kiss. Before their lips could meet, Nausicaas moved his legs and maneuvered himself on top of Telemachus. Careful and gentle and quick. He leaned down with a grin on his face.

Telemachus blushed. “You’re good at this.”

“Thanks.”

Suddenly, Telemachus’s smile sharpened into a grin to match Nausicaas’s as he lowered his voice and said, “I bet this is a pretty good ego boost too, since you usually have to look up at me.”

“Hey!”

Covered in blood and dirt, laughing and loving, Nausicaas could almost hear the amused laughter of Artemis being carried through the wind.

[tetzoro]

goooood morning and happy monday my friendz ! ! it’s the start of a new week and i am waving my wand + manifesting that we all have a good one ✨🤍🧚‍♀️

[mabelsguidetolife]

oh so i kinda confessed that i feel useless to my family but apparently i’m actually the cheerleader/clown/‘heart’ of the family who helps them get through things emotionally……. they didn’t say or even imply this but i think i’ve been slacking on that front

[thatfaerieprincess]

Do y’all want to see me hopping around dressed up as a green tree frog for our Halloween kids event at work???

[red-akara]

One thing I’m really appreciating about the Psychonauts series is how well it strikes a balance between the quirky, the creepy, the downright absurd, and the serious. While also offering a whole lot of heart, hope and thoughtfulness to the story and it’s characters.

It’s honestly most everything I aspire to in my own creative work.

[honeyyglaze]

Can’t wait to go to Boston on a whim

[chryblossomjjk]

guys thank you so much for sticking around with me despite my lack of content… ive missed writing and talking to you all and responding to reviews so much. going to start working my way through responding to the reviews on the weekend and answering asks. ive finally started writing again the past two weeks, and today is the first day ive felt that excitement that i used to feel while writing. makes me realize how much i love this community. thank you for being here.

[lunar-years]

@taylorswiftstyle !!! This book is GORGEOUS. My god. I have only done a quick flip through…but I was immediately chuckling at the blooper reel at the end:

Not the SHJS 😭😭

[gottagetshiver]

Puppy has gone home and I’ve had a good sleep which means writing today!! Finally!! After weeks of not being able to!!!

[milimeters-morales]

seriously miguel is such a doctor delivering the “you have (x amount of time) left” like god i’m surprised he hasn’t actually killed himself yet (or at least succeeded) bc this amount of stress and guilt from the dead daughter and self you replaced and the things you have to see + put other people through + the aftermath of telling people these things for the safety of literally BILLIONS of people and add on top of that the fact that you MIGHT be wrong and have caused people to not try and save the people they care about (even though them surviving wasn’t a guarantee anyway) but you literally couldn’t take that chance because ever chance you didn’t take on that was someone’s daughter making it to soccer practice the next day??? someone pass the detritus

[eggman91]

voodoo Mordecai au chapter 2

I was panicking trying desperately to write down what may be my last words to my family Mother Esther rose.. and my pencil broke no…I quickly look up about to ask for anyone if they has a pencil i…wait I look around the train cart was empty just me …this is a dream memory? I was about to get up as a old figure walk in tall and dress like one of the savoys congregation smoking a old pipe it take a seat where atlas did

“hello mista heller “ all he said as he lean on his cane “who are you what is this “this wasn’t a dream i don’t dream but he just sssshh me “ all will been know and learned the iwa got dat interest in you” oh…I’m having a savoy like dream..great I scowl annoyed “ oh what does mister maitre carrefour wants form me” great my mind has truly been mess with by the savorys im annoyed with this dream already ” oh I am him and not im kalfu he a aspect of me”he chuckles silghty as I just look at him my eyebrow raise “ what I…ok fine this is my subconscious talking to myself and why as one of the savoys swamp spirit i don’t why but let get this over with” I try to wake up

but i couldn’t “ oh sorry mista heller but you wake when we’re done I’m just here to offer a deal” great my subconscious is offering me a business deal “and that is” “ me and the chiefs need a…tiggerman like you a man to do our will our work and our stuff and I’m speaking on behalf of grandfather rattlesnake now kalfu or as you know it Maitre carrefour or me too said he got a claim on you because of that “he points his cane to my chest” but me and others disagree with that “…I look up

“and what do you mean by that ?” I ask interested in what he said even if it this isn’t real just a dream I told myself “ they was talking and they got dat zulie to chloroform you and they carved dat..dat isn’t a properly deal“ I joked a mirthless one as usual it was my dream I could joke “ oh they didn’t do proper business offer how unlike them” but the figure maitre caffour or whatever he just laugh slightly at my joke to my surprise this is my subconscious of course he laughs “ oh no dey didn’t but…hear my offer all businesslike now “ I look at him and listen the landscape outside the train was charging form farmlands plains to swamp deep swamp but if I heard his offer this savoylike dream will be over”agreeable speak your offer mister?” “Legba call me legba “

my eyebrow raise again but “ ok mister legba what your offer “the train was getting darker the lights going out “ power our power “ “Who’s power mister legba” he lean up taking out his pipe” everyone of us all the iwa form me the grand zombi oshun la flambo erzuli and ogo everyone” the train was gone so was the swamp it was just me and him sweating in a black void near a large fire “ I will entertain this dream why me why not the savorys or ”

I was curious to see what my subconscious has conjured for this “them savoys both good faithful fun maman eulalie taught them good but if we gave them dat power it go straight to there heads and it would cause trouble as much as kalfu like them we don’t need that trouble but you all serious all businesslike in your skills you be a good choice” …”and why would I take this offer what do I get from this “I was getting annoyed at lest my subconscious agree on me with the savoys but I was sick of this silly dream “we show you kill atlas “ before I could respond a spot in the void light up showing atlas in his car I look at it it was him looking at his pocketwatch and then the car rush to the side shooting the car speed up but hit a street lamp

the driver was dead and atlas stumble out and I watch as his shoot half his face blow off falling to the ground….” A shame isn’t it you got no leads on who did since Gracie was killed by the savoys a real shame “…I..look back up at him glareing at him but he could tell I was..interested “ we can tell but you going to have to do some stuff and you will have your revenge for us” “and who we mister legba “there was figures all around the edges of the light of the fire many of them but one slither out on mister legba a large snake cover in bones “ now we make a special offer we give our power my power to you for a week and if your still interested we give you everything “I look at him as the drums I hear at the warehouse came back loud and getting louder looking at him

“ shake my hand…shake a holy hand “ I reach and toke his hand and so the deal was made and I woke up up panting sweating great I have to change the sheets but that can come later I reach to grab my glasses but there weren’t there so I keep grabbing for them as someone hand me them I toke them and put them on “ thank you”….I look up..there was my shadow leaning on the wall…and so I scream

[chadima]

Not to sound deep or anything but every time I play Minecraft I legitimately adore being alive. I can’t tell you what exactly it does to alter my brain chemistry like that but it makes me appreciate time to myself unlike any other game fr it’s just so fucking huge and I get so invested in my own little journey but if I do end up dying it’s so easy for me to put myself back together ugh game of the year free therapy

[nyandereneko]

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