#i should have a long time ago but i just didnt care enough

[dreamlit-wanderer]

deleted my spotify account

[californiaquail]

well boss said reese has no indication of any uti or crystals only a tiny amount of red blood cells which can be caused by the manual expression. coworker insisted there was no point in taking rads to see if he's blocked from the string so going to try some laxaire and hope 😬🤞🏻also then my boss gave me a ride to the bus stop so i didn't have to carry the huge crate which was uncharacteristically nice of him 🤨

[playingonedchess]

hmpf maybe those tumblr people are really right about what characteristics make a type of person, considering how long it took tumblr to condition took me, a straight/cisgender guy, into being into shipping

[parfaitblogs]

making the bed ❀ s. reid x reader

in which your night crumbles around you, and spencer is happy to pick up the pieces. 

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: hurt/comfort  tags: established relationship. (prior) alcohol consumption. reader is semi-drunk (but sobers up). post drinking depression. healthy alcohol information/discussion 🫡 word count: 2.1k a/n: do not read too much into this for you will begin to question why i still enjoy going clubbing. (joke...) 😄 plsss tell me if u liked this or even if u didnt thank u i love uuuuuu

Alcohol is a depressant. 

You remembered the God awful lecture your boyfriend had given you when you woke up one Sunday morning with this feeling of existential dread, and nothing to pin it to. A ramble about how alcohol can temporarily increase the body's production of dopamine and serotonin when entering, causing a worse crash of both chemicals when it leaves. Leaving you, evidently, depressed and anxious after a big night. 

You knew that. 

You also knew how quick you were to seclude within your mind when you were with people. Too many drinks and not enough social interaction tended to lead to your own isolation, sitting on the outer edge of the booth, absentmindedly playing with the charm on the end of your phone. 

The room no longer spun the way it had an hour ago. You missed when it spun. When it spun, you weren't thinking about how little you had to contribute to the conversations your friends were having. You weren't tallying up how many drinks you had already drank, then falling flat when you realised you couldn't remember, and that was a thought more horrifying than knowing it was over ten. You were fun, when the room was a carousel. 

Now, it's simply overwhelming. Loud chattering from both your table, and the surrounding ones. Clinking of glasses at the bar. A sports game on the television across the room. Balls on a pool table being dispersed for the first time in a game. Dancing feet. Music. People. So many fucking people.

Your phone buzzes against the table, and you pick it up before any of your friends could turn their heads to see where the vibrations were coming from. You figured they were too drunk to conclude it was you, anyways. Or to care. 

Spencer had texted you fifteen minutes ago to check in on you, and though it wasn't long ago, you not responding immediately in a flurry of half strung together sentences and emojis was worrying for him. That was probably why his name was now lighting up your screen, a funny photo of him mid-bite of an ice cream as his contact photo, enlarged. 

You hadn't responded for no reason other than the fact that you had no will to. Which should've been a big enough red flag to yourself that you should text him, and you should ask if he can pick you up. Thankfully, he loved to prove how well he could read you, and he was calling you anyways. 

"Hi," you mumble into the phone, angling your body away from your friends, hand held up to your other ear to block out some of the noise the best you could. 

"Hi," he parrots back to you. "You okay?"

An automatic yes manifests on your tongue, but you're quick enough to keep it to yourself before you can lie to him. Instead, you let out a quiet, "No."

He seems to have expected that answer, for he leaves no silence in between your admission and his response. "What can I do to help?" He also seems to be expecting your hesitance at asking him for anything that would require him to move, because he adds, "I can pick you up. Do you want me to pick you up?"

"Yes. Please?"

"I'm already leaving," he tells you, and you can hear his shoes against the wooden floor of his apartment to confirm that. "Did something happen? Are you safe?"

"No, nothing happened. I'm safe," you reassure him. "I started feeling sick so I stopped drinking an hour ago. Now I'm just sad."

"You remember what I told you about it being a depressant?"

"Vividly," you mutter, and while it isn't meant to be funny, you hear him huff a short laugh anyways. It makes you feel a little better. 

"It's important to know," he defends. "I'm sorry I shared important information with you."

"Mm."

Your lack of a verbal response was expected, but he still hated the sound of it regardless. You heard him sigh. "I have to hang up now. I'll be there in forty minutes. Will you be okay?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. I love you."

"Love you too."

No matter how much time had passed, your head lifted every time the door — that your group was so conveniently close to — opened, letting in a rush of cool air and sobering you up with every hit of it. 

True to his word, Spencer was entering the bar after forty minutes, face scrunching up at the sudden onslaught of noises and visual stimuli. Same boat as you, only he had not a drop of alcohol in his body. At least you weren't crazy about it being overstimulating. 

"This is why I don't go to bars," he says once he's approached your booth, and you had stood up next to you, his hand finding an automatic place on your waist. 

"It's usually not this bad," you tell him, but he decides not to ask you anything else upon hearing just how exhausted your voice sounds. You're grateful for that.

The goodbye to your friends is quick, Spencer rattling off a lie about him needing you home for he had work early the next morning, and you only had one key to the apartment. Even the friends who knew that wasn't the case didn't comment on it, and you made a pointless mental note to thank them for it later. You knew you wouldn't. 

The drive home was even faster. Silence, aside from the rush of the wind from your slightly cracked window as Spencer drove, that helped the sick feeling in your stomach from the alcohol you had consumed. 

It didn't seem to help the hollowness of your chest, though.

You weren't sure if anything would, really. A chemical imbalance in your brain — even one as temporary as the deflation from being drunk — was hard to fix without medication. It would go away, yes. But then you would make the mistake of drinking once more, and you would find yourself back in this brain peeling predicament. 

You showered alone. Despite Spencer's offer to join you, and your own personal desire for him to be there with you. It didn't help your fogged mind at all, and you were exiting the bathroom feeling like you had retreated further into your bones. Every movement felt clunky, your skin a heavy coat to your skeleton, restricting your movement down to short shuffles and barely lifted arm movements. 

He was reading when you reentered your bedroom, and you've never seen him put a book and his glasses back on his bedside table faster. He looked visibly tired. Keeping himself awake a seemingly difficult struggle, that you could feel your body heading towards to as well. 

"Hey," he says as you climb into the bed, and he's very patient as you figure out what position you want your bodies in. Head on his chest, but next to him, you had decided on, and his fingers entangled into your hair.

"Hi," you mumble, staring up at the ceiling, counting brush strokes of the paint, as if it were possible to.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

You huff at the phrase, tilting your head upwards so your eyes could land on him. "Do you have a penny?"

He pauses, then angles his head closer towards yours. "Okay, kiss for your thoughts?"

"That'll just distract me."

"Is that what you want?"

You should say no. Arguably the last thing you should be doing when you're sad is let intimacy with your boyfriend distract you. But then again, you're not the best advocate for healthy coping mechanisms anyways. 

"Maybe."

"Maybe?" he muses, and his lips brush against yours. Your heart flutters. 

"I don't really know what I want," you settle on telling him, honestly. "I want my brain to shut up."

His body deflates beneath you, and you feel guilt chip away up your spine at the killing of the less depressing atmosphere. 

"Sorry," you mumble.

"No. It's good. Be honest with me," he reassures you, quietly. His fingers tap at your scalp, "What's going on up here?"

"I'll cry if I try to verbalise it."

"Crying's good for you, you know," he hums.

"I'm pretty sure I still have eyeliner in my waterline. I'll just stain your sheets," you retort. 

"Yeah, probably. That's fine."

You're silent for a few moments, gathering your thoughts in your brain the best you could despite yourself, before you sit up, his hand dropping to the bed beside you.

"I just don't like being... here? Out? I don't know. I'm just really sick of being sad every time I drink. Is there something wrong with me? Did you get sad whenever you drank? Everyone else I know loves going out for drinks because they have fun and they're giggly drunks, or they're clingy drunks. And if I drink too much then I'm a fucking sad drunk, and I'm the only person I know that gets that way. I want to be normal."

He's silent your entire rant, and then some, waiting for your heaving chest to slow, having caught the few tears that slipped down your cheeks. You were grateful — you needed that time.

He reaches a hand out, and you let him tug you back down to the bed, slotting your body atop his own, just so he could see you properly. 

"To answer your question, no, I didn't get sad when I drank," he says, brushing your hair out of your face, before his hands rest on either side of your face. "But I wasn't really happy, either. I just talked more."

"You already talk a lot."

His lips twitch. "I do. Double whatever you think my worst is, and that was me drunk. Focus on the part where I said I wasn't a happy drunk, please."

"But you weren't sad. So there is something wrong with me."

"No, there's not. Alcohol is a depressant," he punctuates his words with a kiss to your nose, which you gratefully accept despite your emotions. "Are you willing to give up alcohol as a whole?" 

"My friends will think I'm boring, then."

He hesitates in his response, but ultimately settles on asking, "Do you think I'm boring because I don't drink?"

"No. Obviously not. And you have a real reason for not drinking, so—"

"—and being sad isn't a real reason to not drink?"

Taken aback by his sudden sternness, you go quiet, breath hitching within your throat. He was right, ultimately. No reason is reason enough. You knew that. 

Sensing your discomfort at his tone, he expels a breath of air and lowers his hands down to your hips. His voice drops to something a little less harsh, as he murmurs, "You are allowed to not want to drink alcohol if you don't like the way it makes you feel. If your friends think you're boring for that, then they're not worth it."

You silently nod your head, beginning to curse your emotional regulators. For while you had kept your tears at bay for the vast majority of this conversation, it seemed all it took was the gentle rubbing of circles onto your hip bones, and a fact checked piece of life advice from your boyfriend to make you cry. 

"Sorry," you sniffle, dropping your head to the crook of his neck to hide your newly tear stricken face. 

"Crying's good for you," he repeats his earlier words, and feels you nod your head. "You don't have to decide tonight. I'd encourage you not to, actually. You're technically still intoxicated."

"I'm sober," you protest, weakly. 

"Okay, honey." He's only agreeing with you to wane any further argument. "I don't think your friends will think you're boring, though, if that's any help."

"I don't think they will either."

He nods his head, and you're relaxing against him a little more. 

"Are you just trying to not be the only loser who doesn't drink?" you mumble, voice muffled by his skin.

"You've caught me."

He relishes in the laugh that leaves your lips, and he places the gentlest of kisses on the side of your head, which prompts you to lift it to look at him again. 

"You're not a loser for not drinking," you say, and his lips pull into a smile. 

He leans his head up, brushing his lips against yours, despite the mix of mint toothpaste and alcohol on your tongue. "I know. You wouldn't be either."

"I know."

your reblogs and replies are always appreciated ♡

[ganondoodle]

(OC Lore and design time!)

(it got longer again ... sorry ... idk how to make things short, i just need to talk, but i guess if you can read the written stuff in the pic thats the barest bare bones of what i wrote here)

i was asked what new lore story stuff i had thought about that made me sad which i mentioned a bit ago, and while that is too hard to explain given all the missing context i thought i could at least talk about lore having to do with it :D

so, (Lord) Eadrya is one of my fav OCs (big blue lad, here a rough sketch in humanoid form) they are both one of if not THE most powerful demon alive and the most battle trained;

at the mid point of the story the demon world gets invaded by the celestials (the angel inspired things i talked about in the previous lore post with Xaror) and Shargon, as the king, should be their first and only frontline, but at this point his life is only being sustained by maschinery after being mortally wounded, he cannot fight (he realizes what is going on, rips himself off the maschinery to get at least his youngest child to safety, barely managing it before dying- the guardian, the demons god, takes over his body to attempt to fight against the celestials but cant keep itself alive long enough since its host is already dead) Eadrya takes the role of the frontline fighter (despite being very full of themselves and aggressive they care about their 'job' of protecting their own, also giving them the chance to show off just how strong they are); the fight was going well for them all things considered, but when the guardian activates it drains the power of all elemental lords (which Eadrya is one of, and since they have the most strength it also takes the most from them), so much so that they lose the fight and suffer deadly wounds (the worst being a spear through the chest made of a material that grows hard, root-like formations when in contact with demonic blood like a fungus but worse, also stopping any self healing processes) after the guardian falls apart it creates a huge shockwave of energy that stuns every living thing within a certain distance and possibly more-

Eadrya (in true demon form, so like a blue whale in size at least) was likely taken through an active gateway to the human world in a large tidal wave also created by the guardians fall; they wash up in the harbor of a small secluded village, the head of which is 'lady 13'; although never having seen a demon before and everyone being afraid (largely thinking its a strange hurt animal, only she suspected otherwise), they still gather all villagers to pull out the celestial spear, which is diffcult and brutal given that its already taken root, but the village lacked both knowledge and means to help any other way- doing so damaged their heart which is how they were able to collect samples of all three demonic blood types ('normal' -red like humans-, energy -essentially purely magic- and heartblood -highly concentrated energy only found within the heart of a demon and the only one to contain genetic material) (this is the start of Eadryas character arc, having to deal with the fact that their world is likely destroyed, them failing what they didnt think they could fail, having lost a battle so badly (even if not really their fault) for the first time and not knowing if literally anyone else has survived .. also being now stuck in the human world, which they dont like)

Lady 13 (placeholder name? stands for experiment 13) is a human that was tricked by demon hunters to enroll into a series of experiments trying to create hybrids of demons and humans, which they hoped would be powerful and easily controllable tools for their endeavours, though the two are inherently not compatible, they tried grafting body parts of demons on humans to make them compatible- all experiments failed except for her, more or less, though she never got to see the hybrid she carried and was then told it had died too, they threw her out believing she wouldnt survive much longer either and all such experiments were cancelled due to the high cost of human life, research material (demons are still rare) and upkeep with no successful results Lady 13 survived though (perhaps even via the pirates picking her up?) and she ended up living in said small village far away, hiding her half demonic body, though most know there soemthing 'wrong' with her (her being this tall when it doesnt fit the rest for one), only few know the full extent; she enjoys the life she has now, perhaps on the more poor side but safer and more loved than ever before; she largely lead the efforts to try and help Eadrya when they ended up in the harbor, though there wasnt that much anyone could do it was still enough- they leave immediately after waking up, but return after really having nowhere to go and struggling to deal with everything that has happened; over time (probably years) they start to open up towards the people there (though not .. very much) enough to get rather close with Lady 13 too- she actually falls madly in love but after Eadrya (extremely aro/ace) rejects all her attempts quite clearly she respects their boundaries

However, after hearing news of potential demon sightings Eadrya decides to leave in hopes of not being the last demon left after all; Lady 13 then decides to reveal her secret to them (though hearing and seeing what lengths hunters would go to for their experiments makes them absolutely seething with rage- she insists on not being out for revenge) and asks if they would be willing to donate a small amount of heartblood; shes always wanted to be a mother but is now incompatible with humans too- through things she picked up back at the experiments facillity, hers and her doctors research she is sure that is all that is needed, she dares to ask since she does not know when, if ever, she will meet another demon, much less one she could actually trust enough for this though Eadrya hesitates (why would she want to go through the same thing again that didnt work and threatened her life, if it does work, do they want to be involved with any of this? what if hunters find out it worked after all?) but after her ensuring that they would have no part in it other than giving up a little blood and would not be considered a parent in any way, nor made responsible for anything that might happen to her, but considering it all in the end they agree to it

only for her to reveal shes had a small bottle of it already, along with multiple samples of the other types, which she collected when Eadrya was bleeding out into the harbor not knowing if they will survive, though not wanting to make use of it without their consent either way (they are actuallly rather touched by this)

alot later the main group returns here and it turns out to have worked (though she is unable to walk/bedridden for a long while bc it did alot of damage to her body, which can heal since its demons parts, but only really slowly bc she does not have a full functioning system and no demonic blood of her own -she uses the other samples for the healing process-) though its a little awkward to explain, especially considering that 13.1 took alot after Eadrya xD (their theory as to why it worked so "well" that time is that even though the sample was already taken, them giving their consent for it still made it less likely to be rejected; demons dont need partners to have offspring, and all can do it, they just have to decide to- so them agreeing to it, even though its long been outside their body, still had an effect on the blood sample)

[vmpivory]

'cause you're just jealous and possessive.

Ⳋ୧ . heeseung ☆ f!reader / angst(?) + cw. tbh idk, nothing + 0.3k wc + now playing.. toxic till the end by rosé ── ( masterlist! )

you'd driven this route countless times, but tonight, it felt different. you glanced at the rearview mirror, your own tired eyes staring back at you.

then you saw him. lee heeseung. his thumb raised and his bike that you could recognize easily, on the ground. you slowed the car, the screech of tires on the pavement slicing through the quiet night.

you shouldn't have. you shouldn't have stopped there, shouldn't have helped him go home, shouldn't have let that asshole and his broken bike in your car. but you did. ─ more under cut!

"need help?" you asked, rolling down the window just enough to let your voice escape but not enough to make it easy for him to see you fully. you were a mess, well, at least you thought so. but why should you cared anyways?

"yeah" he leaned down slightly, looking through the small gap in the window. "my bike's broken, and my phone's dead. can you give me a ride home?"

you hesitated. you wanted to keep driving, to leave him and his stupid bike. but you found yourself unlocking the door for him. "get in before i change my mind"

heeseung gave a faint smile, slid the bike into the passenger seat and settled in to cars front seat.

“what’s your address?” you didn't know why you asked that. you knew where he lived, you've been there a million times. he explained a location you recognized. you let out a quiet sigh, nodding as if you had a choice.

after a while you started driving, he tapped his fingers lightly against the window frame. “thanks,” he muttered after a while. when you didn't say anything back, he sighed and continued, "still mad at me, huh?"   "what did you think? of course i am dumbass!" he didn't respond after that. maybe it was the way you called him 'dumbass' or that he couldn't come up with a sarcastic response. "you know," heeseung said, breaking the silence "i didn't meant things to end with that and get so-" "please just.. don't." you were too tired to deal with this again. it was always the same conversation again. "i don't want to hear it. i don't need your excuses. i've listened to the same story over and over again and i'm tired of it. admit it, hee, you're just jealous. possessive. and honestly, i'm impressed at how long you've kept it up." "you called me hee."  "shut up, i meant heeseung."

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AHHH FIRST FIC OF 2025!!! actually i wrote this so long ago but didnt have time to proofread and stuff lol. anyways enjoy <333

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[targaryenluvs]

- NOT YOURS

pairing: prowler!miles morales x reader, miles morales x reader

summary - miles seemingly can’t let you go, but you know your miles needs to get home. maybe if you play along you’ll be able to get back home. PART TWO!!! part 1 here

word count: 1,305 words

warnings - not much really, profanity, lil bit of violence and non-con touchy touch

notes - well i didnt expect to do a part two lmao but holy shit you lot r crazy thank u for the love - sorry if this isn’t at anyone’s standards but yeaaahh here you go 🤍

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he’s not moving.

you’d been trying to shake your miles awake ever since the other miles left the room but to no avail.

“miles please, i don’t know how long we have. you have to work with me here.” you whispered as you shook his shoulders again. he was icy to the touch, the hard floor did not help.

you didn’t know where he was but you prayed he wouldn’t come back any time soon, as unlikely it was for him not to return.

he was crazy, indefinitely.

how the hell can someone be so delusional to think that their girlfriend who passed away, infront of them, whom they buried in the ground over a year ago, is back and with them in the flesh? you had no clue, but all you cared about right now was getting miles up and awake.

you’d managed to get rid of the chains after what felt like an eternal tug of war and you were sure he’d wake with countless bruises.

“fuck it.” you sighed as you raised your fist as it is collided with his chest. you couldn’t hit his face, he was to pretty for that.

miles was struggling.

he was dreaming. he knew that.

but for some reason he felt much more comfortable with staying in his dream then facing whatever was happening around his body at the time. maybe he was already dead. this other miles killed him, took his girlfriend, his y/n.

the one who he had loved since they were kids and he was too stubborn to get off the swings since he thought he should have extra time after being away visiting relatives.

the one who was also as stubborn as he was and decided that getting a plastic shovel from the sandpit and digging it into his sides was a more effective way of getting him off rather than asking politely or asking a teacher for aid.

the one who helped him up afterwards and apologised before running to the swings and hopping on.

the one who he saw everyday afterwards, the one who sat in his spot and made friends with his. the one who he knew he should’ve been mad at but he couldn’t help but admire.

her cute pigtails, her cute dresses and smile.

the one he grew up with, his first true friend, his first crush, his first kiss, his first girlfriend.

the one who helped him through his uncles passing and to come to terms with his new abilities. the one who always gave him the strength to get back up and fight.

he couldn’t stay here.

his father was waiting for his help whether he knew it or not and his other half was waiting for him to get back up.

get up.

Get Up.

GET UP

“get up! oh my god is one punch not enough idiot?” y/n whisper-yelled in his face as his eyes shot open.

you’d never felt more relieved at seeing miles’s wide eyes. “shit are you okay? i didn’t punch you too hard right?” you interrogated him as you looked over his face with concern.

“no, no i’m okay. are you? shit i should’ve gotten up earlier i’m so sorry. he didn’t hurt you did he? i’m so sorry, so sorry i-“ you cut off his rambling with a kiss.

as you pulled back you couldn’t help but smile, he was quite literally knocked out cold and the first thing he asked was if you were okay. “i’m fine miles. i’m okay, just breathe okay? you need to have your head on straight if we’re to get the fuck outta here okay?” you murmured as you nestled your face in his neck.

“come on up, we need to get out of here before that psycho comes b-“ you were cut off as you felt something buzz in your jacket.

you saw miles’s bewildered expression as you slowly reached for it, “i swear to god if this is a bomb.” miles whispered as you groaned, “seriously?”

as your hand grazed the object your eyes lit up as you recognised it. you pulled out one of the watches you’d managed to acquire through violent methods at HQ.

“yes! oh my god you are incredible you know that?” miles grinned as he asked for it. “i totally forgot i had it, god thank you!” you joked as you clasped your hands together whilst looking upwards.

“earth 1610, i know that much.” you smiled as he worked through it.

the two of you were so engrossed within the find of the watch you forgot to focus on the door behind you two as it slowly opened. miles’s head shot up as his senses went off. he shoved the watch into your jacket as the two of you turned around.

“see you got out of the chains.” miles spoke as he walked in slowly. miles stood infront of you swiftly, fighting stance slowly crawling through as his fists balled.

“and what about it? you needa move aside. no one has to get hurt.” miles threatened as he slowly walked backwards.

other miles looked at you before smirking. “i ain’t goin nowhere. neither is she.” he pointed your way as you couldn’t help but frown.

why couldn’t he let you go?

why wouldn’t he let you go?

“i’m not staying here miles. i’m going home, you need to let her go. i’m not her.” you spoke up as you lowered miles’s extended arm in-front of you to talk to him clearly.

“i can’t let you leave ma, ion want to, and ion have to. he ain’t gonna stop me.” miles grinned as his mask came forwards to cover his face, his claws on too as he rushed forwards at miles.

“run!”

and you were off.

you couldn’t think about anything else. you couldn’t look backwards it would slow you down. you decided to run upwards, hoping that your miles would fight the prowler off long enough to make it up to you on the roof.

you pulled out the watch and jammed numbers in as you continued upwards.

how many fucking levels were there?

you saw the door come into view just as you pressed enter. you slammed through the door to see the portal open.

your chance was here.

you looked back to the door, willing him to come.

you saw a flash of black and red and the door slammed in-front of you just as you moved forwards to try and find him. and it scared the shit out of you and resulted in something slipping from your pocket.

miles hugged you straight away. “you okay mi vida?” you hugged him tightly and kissed him. “yes, yes i’m okay, you? he didn’t hurt you did he?” miles shook his head as he looked towards the portal home.

“come on let’s go before he decides he wants a round two.” you said as you grabbed his hand and jogged towards the portal just as he barrelled through.

the two of you flew through as the portal closed on miles.

“shit! fuck!” he yelled as he stood in-front of where you’d left just seconds ago. he was too slow. too fucking slow again. he let you slip through his hands once and vowed it would never happen again the second he saw you and you were taken from him again.

after spending so long working, training to be the best version of himself to keep the person and people he loved safe.

as he sat down his eye was caught by something glimmering in the moonlight. as he picked it up he couldn’t believe it.

a watch. the one he saw you shove into your jacket. the one which most likely controlled the portal. the one which had the multiverse contained within.

the luminescent letters spelling out,

EARTH 1610

[i-yap]

I found ur blog like a week ago and I went through all ur Dick Grayson fics and I'm lowkey obsessed help

May I ask for childhood best friends to lovers w Grayson? Maybe he and R were besties at the circus but after the incident and he gets taken in by Bruce, they get taken into the Court of Owls and works as their best informant/spy when they meet Dick again as Nightwing? Or just normal childhood friends to lovers lol

Im not too familiar with the court of owls..so im just doing a govt spy y/n if thats okay. And also i need more people like you giving love to babyboy grayson tbh

Dick Grayson x spy!reader - Childhood besties ->lovers

The girl who could fit through, mold through any surface, any ring or hole and the boy who could jump, twist and turn like no other. The boy of the spotlight and the girl of the shawdows..the only kids in a big circus they called family. But what good is a family when he's gone. Some billionaire, from gotham they said. Was it the billionaire who held him when he cried that night. No , she was.

That night, the girl had no parents so his parents were hers too. But she is calmer, always has been. Calm, bidding her time before she makes enough to escape. A house is not a home without her wonder boy.

Wonder boy? in the choas of it all, in the pain, for the sake of revenge he left her. But he himself doesnt see - he really had no choice. " New family" the press called it. A family is not born out of pain, its not born from bloodthirst. She was his family, but when he came to get her she was long gone.

Now here he stands, looking at her. He should have known she'd turn into a govt spy, she had a talent of getting in where she shouldnt. The way she got into his heart and never left.

The vigilante and the soldier, the hero and the spy, the fighter and the runner.

Would she believe him if he said he thought about her everyday? would she love what he has become? Would she forgive him for all he has done?

What all he had done. the women he has been with, they never meant anything. He thought she was dead! if he had known. They promised under the circus lights...but here he was. He wonders if she broke the promise too.

She didnt care, of course not. This was her sweetheart, her lover. He had the same smile, the same love for the spotlight, the same passion and the same kind eyes. Maybe she is breaking the oath of being a government official, but promises are made to be broken and for him, there's not much she wouldnt break.

The same applies to him, after all these years, reunited again. Maybe they never left at all. It's written in the curtains of the big red-yellow tent.

Changing the system from inside and out, y/n really has always been what's missing from Dick grayson. How can boy wonder be without his girl mystery after all.

[spookuns]

🌸 Meet Colorbreeze

Colorbreeze is my self insert / sona for Transformers and the main bot you'll probably see around here, so I figured I'd do a little introduction and lore spill on them, especially for anyone new. 💕 Long ramble ahead!!!

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♡Colorbreeze

♡Agender (they/she)

♡Ex-Decepticon

Colorbreeze was a Seeker Prewar, during both Animated (kinda headcanon, but you can't tell me they DIDNT EXIST) and Prime. Specifically in Prime, Dreadwing took her under his wing when Starscream was not satisfied with her apperance. Colorbreeze grew into an unusual frame, especially for the typically large Seekers, which angered Starscream to no end. Her frame was more the size of a Mini Con/Minibot than a normal average Seeker's frame, fitted with a weakened spark and an equally fragile chassis. There were rumors that for some reason her body didn't develop properly as it should have, like her spark didn't absorb enough energon/energy/whatever and was weak from the moment it was created.

This leads to Colorbreeze being easily hurt, which meant she spent a lot of time going to the nearby civilian mechanic/medic, who at the time was Ratchet, whom she became sweet on. The only reason Starscream tolerated her presence at all on his squad was because despite everything, she did have an enhanced, keen eyesight and was good at marksman, taking long distance shots with ease. If it wasn't for that, she would have been scrapped long ago.

When Starscream's Seekers became Decepticons, she and the others were basically grandfathered in to being Decepticons as well. Her life with them didn't last long, due to mistreatment and general bullying. She defects for many other reason that depend on the context of the continuity but she always joins the Autobot team and spends her time painting, cleaning and fixing the base, and taking care of the respective humans. She keeps her jet alt mode regardless of faction because she just could not give up flight.

She's partners with Ratchet in both Animated and Prime. She loves the grumpy old bot with all their spark.They didn't like each other at first, what with the distrust of Colorbreeze being an ex con and her sensitivities to his typically hardass personality. Colorbreeze learned why he was the way he was and learned to better manage her feelings with his accidental occasional gruffness and boundaries. They're the sweet and shy to his annoyed and grumpy. They can both be rather quiet most of the time and spends alot of their time together, working in silence and loving the shared company.

They have a mutual understanding on what the other needs and they give it to each other. No one knows each other like they do. ♡

Also here's their holoform along with mine for Ratchet, which is inspired by both iterations of him.

[uriwooz]

TASTE

nsfw. established relationship. wc: 2196.

His hands caressed her thighs slowly as he listened to the conversation the guys were having on the other side of the living room. He laughed but didn't add much to it and she couldn't help but think about how handsome he looked at that moment, with his head resting on the back of the couch and with an air of coolness that was making it hard for her to care about whatever their friends were talking about.

She was content with just sitting down and enjoying hanging out with everyone but, not too long ago, Riwoo had sat down next to her and put his hand on top of her crossed legs; unmoving at first but slowly starting to draw shapes with his fingers and squeezing a little from time to time. It was clear that he had been unsure of his movements at first, not used to that kind of gesture and even less so in public… They had not been going out for too long and so far, things had been moving slowly between them; keeping things to kisses and making out from time to time but neither of them were trying to do anything else. They were just fine going slow with it. 

It surprised her, really. Riwoo was not one to act this way in public but she was so happy he was feeling confident enough to do it. It was doing things to her. The more he acted as if it was an everyday thing, the more he acted as if he didnt notice how much his behaviour was affecting her, the way her breathing was going faster and how, everytime she moved her body a little closer to his, pushed her legs into his hands so he could squeeze again, he would get a little reeder in the cheeks, would go a little quieter, and, fuck, would get an even calmer expression in his face. How can he look so cool about it?, she thought.

Half an hour of the back and forth passed before it was too much for her to take. 

“Hey, wanna go home?”she asked in a low tone of voice. He turned his face to look at her and everything got a hundred times more intense. She could see how affected by the situation he was too. She could notice how his breathing was as erratic as hers and, as he took her expression in, looking at her eyes then her lips, he nodded. 

They left without much show. Truly just wanting to get out of there and be alone as soon as possible. The ride home was filled with new feelings. They were both nervous about the possibilities. How far could things go? Will they even act on what they felt or would they just make out and go to sleep? 

When they entered the house, Riwoo quickly took off his shoes and his jacket but she was taking a little longer. Her hands trembled a little as she worked the straps of her shoes. Riwoo stood close to her, not wanting to go further into the house without her, but she couldn't even look at him at that moment. Suddenly the thought of being the one who asked to go home came to her mind and she got so embarrassed. 

Riwoo kneeled in front of her and delicately moved her hands out of the way so that he could take her shoes off instead. He didn't look up but she could see how he swallowed hard as he placed both shoes next to them and didn't stand up. He rubbed her ankle with his thumb as a way to calm himself before finally looking up at her. 

“ I want to do…things with you,” he said. He had a nervous expression and his mouth did that cute thing it does when he doesn't know what to say but he kept talking. “ I should have talked to you about it before but I can't stop thinking about you and… well, us” 

She was about to pass out. She couldn't believe what was happening at that moment. She would say yes to anything he asked for but, to be honest, the lack of experience was making her even more nervous. Still, she placed her hand on his cheek, thumb caressing the border of his lower lip. Ah, I really want to kiss him right now, she thought. A kiss would be safe and being in his arms while they tasted each other always made her feel better. Riwoo snuggled her hand a little, his face following the path of her hand to her wrist, where he left a little kiss before looking up at her again. She took a deep breath. They hadn't done anything yet and she was going crazy already. 

“ What would you like to do?” She asked. His response came in the form of him moving his kisses from her wrist to the place where her dress ended and her thigh started. As he kept pressing kisses to her legs, she got weaker and little sounds escaped from her lips as her eyes rolled back. “ Riwoo…” her hand pushed the back of his head, and she was not sure if she wanted him to keep going, to take more… or if she wanted him to step back and let her take a moment to recompose herself. She didn't have to think about it too much because he stopped the kisses and said “ Are you okay? I mean… Do you want this?” she felt so warm inside and she couldn't stop herself from laughing a little when she saw the mess that his hair had become. Suddenly, his expression got a little shy. 

“ Lets go to the room, please?” was her answer. As they made their way to the room, they were tangled to each other, sharing little kisses as they walked, helping the other unbutton their clothes and, now feeling more relaxed knowing they were both on the same page, laughing every time nervous hands did something clumsy. 

When they finally reached the room, they stood up in front of the bed. She removed his shirt and couldn't help but leave a trail of kisses from his lips to his neck and his chest. She wanted to eat him whole, she felt. His eyes were so gentle on her that she just wanted to consume him all. 

He helped her remove her unbuttoned dress and then her bra. He took his time looking at her, took a step closer and held her hips, hooking his middle finger on the strap of her panties, caressing the skin there a little before pulling her even closer to him, finally being skin to skin. Being almost completely bare in front of him made her lose most of the nervousness and she crossed her arms around his neck and kissed him.

It was an intoxicating kiss. She didn't want to let go and it seemed like he didn't either, because he started walking without breaking the kiss until the back of her knees touched the bed and then he helped her to lay down softly.

 He placed little kisses on her lips before going down until he reached her chest. There, he took some time to admire her body; her hands held his forearm as a way to ground herself, not wanting to be without his touch for even a couple of seconds. With his free hand, Riwoo touched her breast, eyes completely focused on it as he massaged and squeezed her nipple. Her breathing picked up again due to the stimulation and she moved her hips a little, trying to find some kind of relief by creating friction with Riwoo, who moved his hips into her, giving her exactly what she wanted. They both reacted to it. His pants were the perfect amount of rough and even the slightest pressure was enough to make them feel good. Finally, he bent down and he took her nipple into his mouth. It instantly sent an electric shock through her body. She tangled her hand in the back of his head, urging him to keep going. He bit her a little, just to quickly suck the pain away. The way his tongue would be circling her nipple, then he would stop and kiss it, just to go back down and start again while keeping a steady rhythm with his hips was making her go crazy. 

His hand started travelling down her body, until it reached the only place that was still covered and with a swift motion, his hand entered her panties. As he touched her wetness, he let out a whimper. The fact that he was the one who made her feel so good at that moment was giving him more satisfaction than he had anticipated. Every moan, every breath she took, every time her body got closer to him, he felt ten times better. Knowing that she was enjoying it, even if he didn't have much experience, was everything to him. But, there was something that he wanted to do. He circled her most sensitive part lightly and she was already giving such big reactions that he couldn't help to wonder how much better he could make her feel with his mouth. Just the thought of it had his tongue feeling heavy. He didn't waste more time and took her underwear off as he went down. It didn't register in her mind what he was about to do until she felt the wetness of his tongue all over her. She almost let out a scream. 

Suddenly, all he could think about was the way she tasted on his tongue and it was driving him insane. He helped her fold one of her legs and held it with one arm so that he could have more space to eat his girl out. His expression was of pure concentration as he worked his tongue in multiple ways, varying the pace and movement of it. Everytime he did something that made her react with a louder moan, he doubled down and did it again and again.

“Riwoo!”, she exclaimed as she pulled his hair harder and harder but he didn't mind. With his free hand, he worked two fingers inside her and curled up as he moved his hand at a slower pace than the one he had set with his mouth. The different rhythms were taking her closer and closer to the edge and she couldn't even form coherent sentences anymore. She pulled his hair harder until he separated from her heat and she mumbled “kiss” as a request. Immediately he followed and went up to clash their lips together while his hand started going at a faster pace and his thumb replaced his tongue. Their kiss contrasted with the rest of their movements. It was so sweet and tender while everything else was so rough and fast but, to them, it was just what they needed to reach the sweetest spot. She climaxed while kissing him and he felt the way her insides contracted over and over, putting so much pressure on his fingers that he couldn't help but think about how it would feel on his member. He moaned and pressed himself against her to relieve the pressure he was feeling but making contact with her body made him lose control and he climaxed as well. With his head buried in her neck, he slowly moved his fingers inside of her at the same time he moved his hips against her, helping her ride the climax while he continued to satisfy himself and she switched back and forth from whispering sweet nothings in his ear to leaving little kisses in any place she could reach, they came down from the high. 

“Good?” he asked her after some time of being silent and just enjoying the feeling of pure bliss. She laughed and said “So good. I didn't know you were so good at…well, all that”

He smiled shyly and moved so that he would be in a more comfortable position next to her. “It was my first time” he answered, his voice lowering and she knew he was getting sleepy already.

“Ever?!”

“Hmm. Never done that before” his tone was shy but she could tell he felt proud of making her feel good.

“You have to be fucking kidding me, Riwoo. That was insane” he giggled and closed his eyes. “Hey, no. Don’t fall asleep. We need to clean up, yeah?” she said.

“Hmmm. M’tired”

“I know you are, baby. You did so well but we need to clean up, hm? I’ll help you in the shower, honey. Just a quick shower and we’ll be back in no time. Promise”she tried again. 

“Fine but we’re sleeping in tomorrow,”he answered when he left the cozy place next to her. 

“Sure thing. Now, let’s go” she moved but before she could leave the bed he pulled her by the wrist and said: 

“Wait! Kiss first? Since you're making me get up involuntarily and all…” 

She couldn't help but laugh while pecking his lips over and over. 

[jhoneybees]

i read your picnic fic and it’s so cute! i was wondering if you could write one where like reader and elvis need to petsit a bird, and it’s funny chaos? i didnt know your requests were open til now 🫠🫠 luv your writing!

Aww thank you so much!! And yes requests are open, I should have added that info onto my bio a long time ago😅 and sorry for the long wait, anyways! This idea is an interesting one and it was a little challenging writing this so I hope you like it!

Causing trouble

Characters: Early70s!dad!Elvis X wife!reader

Warnings/triggers: pretty much nothing but a little bit of inappropriate speech??(misunderstanding about something sexual😅)

Tags:@elvisalltheway101

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As much as you adore your husband's generosity of gift giving, there are some things that get you concerned. One of them being, buying your daughter things that she doesn't quite understand yet, like taking care of an animal, a bird if you will.

For your little daughter's 5th birthday, Elvis got her a blue budgie bird and knowing your daughter's love for animals, he knew she would be over the moon with the small creature and he was right. Every morning, she would wake up excitedly to run down the stairs into the living room to see her new companion, tweeting at her and pleading either you or Elvis to let the bird out of its cage so she could hold it and pet its little head and in the evenings, refusing to leave the bird for her to take a nightly bath which Elvis always has to gently remind her that the bird wouldn't go anywhere and would wait for her when she comes back. 

Really, your daughter is captivated with the blue budgie and when the school holidays were over and she had to go to school again, she was devastated, sad that the bird would get bored while she's gone.

As she leaves for school in the morning, You and Elvis are left at home alone with the bird. 

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As you hum away in the kitchen, arranging a bouquet of flowers to put in a vase, out of the ordinary you hear a noise.

A flapping noise. 

Whipping your head towards the sound, your body stills, your daughter's budgie. Perched on the back of one of the barstools that holds Elvis' jacket, with its tiny head turning and tilting as it studies the room. You curse under your breath, the bird must've escaped the cage. 

So with a hesitant decision, you have to catch the bird and put it back before it causes any trouble- just as you take a step closer, the budgie poops on Elvis' jacket. You groan quietly and take another step but when you reach your hands out to catch the animal, it takes off, flying out into the foyer. Taking a quick glance at Elvis' jacket, you see the turd sliding down the collar, clicking your tongue.

Walking into the foyer and looking around, you sigh at the absence of the budgie, peeking  into the living room and the dining room, you still don't see it. Sighing again, you begin climbing the stairs to check the bedrooms. 

As you reach Elvis' bedroom door being open, you step in but a voice interrupts your search “Lookin’ for some’ honey?” you turn your head and see Elvis walking towards you, getting close enough to wrap his arms around your waist and pecking your cheek as you groan in slight annoyance “The bird got out, I can't find it” your hands lifting and falling in a gesture of frustration. 

“Got out? Where- where did you last see it?” Elvis questions with knitted eyebrows,  as you card your fingers through your hair, you reply “Saw it sitting on one of the barstools, I tried catching it but..flew away” with a quick nod, Elvis hums lowly “Hmm” 

You two being useless and just standing there in the doorway, a few moments later your ears perk up at that familiar flapping noise “I-its in the bathroom!” You exclaim before Elvis follows behind you, quickly making your way into the bathroom suite. There it was, whistling cutely on top of the towel rack. Elvis letting out a slight laugh through his nose, he coos “Aw it likes my towel” rolling your eyes a little “It is cute but Elvis-'' you start whilst looking up at him “It has to go back in the cage” he nods in agreement with an amused smile “Alright, alright” 

Elvis silently and cautiously begins to stalk towards the bird and as his hands ready themselves to grab it, the bird takes off again and flies around the bathroom then through the door, right by your hands trying to grab it. Flying onto your shared bed, upon Elvis' pillow. Breathing out another laugh, Elvis shakes his head as he watches the bird “It's a slick little thing, ain't it?” he snickers with a hand on his hip.

You sigh in realisation that this would be quite a challenge to catch the bird but you were determined to get it back in the cage. Your heads turn to look at each other, nodding in union.

Running, jumping and yelling as you both work together. Elvis pouncing on the chair that sits in the corner of the room then launching himself onto the bed with a huff “Damn- its fast-” and you clumsily bumping into furniture and Elvis as he races around. Failing miserably after one grab and another.

A while later, Jerry and Bill arrive through the front door for Elvis’ request to have a couple of drinks together and as they call out for him “EP! Where are ya man?” staying silent for a few seconds, out of nowhere they hear a low rumbling sound from upstairs, with slight shock they quip an eyebrow at each other “Nothin’ wrong with doing it..but at 11 am?” Jerry questions as he looks down at his watch.

Bill chuckles and as they are about to move into the living room to wait for Elvis, your voices echo down the stairs “You almost-... Almost! YES” your loud relieved sigh being mistaken for something else making Jerry’s eyes widen a little “Woah-” Bill smiling, impressed by Elvis. “Thought we couldn’t get it could we, huh?” Elvis says with a laboured breath.

After some time, You and Elvis, who is holding the bird close to his chest, walk down the stairs and stop at the bottom when you see Jerry and Bill on the couch. The two men spot the bird in Elvis’ hold and in union, it clicks “Oohh!” 

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At 3:15pm, your daughter comes home from school and Elvis plays with her in the kitchen as you organise her lunch for tomorrow, Elvis spots something white on his jacket. Picking it up to inspect it before glancing at you through his eyelashes, giving you a smirk.

[fipindustries]

What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends … friends … friends …

'tis done, veritably so.

time for another round of "people that i care about a whole lot". i do these every other year since that is just about enough time to accumulate enough new friends to include in these.

lots of very new faces! and some people who should have been here long long ago were finally included. here i present you: @thecurioustale, working as always on his eponymous masterpiece, @obsidianchild, with whom i broke up recently but i still consider my bff irl, @utilitymonstergirl, wearing the proud face of her hellion isidore, @artbyblastweave, with his truculent creations, @sirartwork, doing a tribute to a picasso painting, @lipstickchainsaw, who was mentioned years ago in one of this but they finally get to participate, you humble artist, @lumsel, showcasing to me, their biggest fan, one of the best comics that anyone has ever done online, @dandelionwhiner, with her discord avatar since her tumblr avatar is far too abstract and finally @magic5ball, also as his discord avatar for much the same reasons.

i included some references to discord since its the platform where i most often interact with them, a little wanted poster for Laika Albarn, my favourite cancelled artist who has recently decided to retire her little series Limerence and a quick little nod at AI art, which has been so controversial as of lately in my circles.

i would like to make a quick shoutout to some of the people who didnt quite make the cut, @lilietsblog,@unmotivated-cosmere-nerd,@yumantimatter and @paradigm-adrift.

[bridgyrose]

“You cant keep letting people take advantage of you!”

Summer rolled her eyes and let out a sigh as she felt Raven grip her shoulder. “They’re not taking advantage of me, Rae. Its my choice to help people whether they really need the help or not.” 

“I still think you need to make boundaries on helping others,” Raven said. “We cant keep deviating from our mission every time someone asks for help.” 

“And when did the mission ever matter to you?” Summer asked with a smirk. “Unless… you’re finally going soft.” 

“I’m not soft, I care about getting paid. And the sooner we get this mission done, the sooner we get paid.” 

Summer grinned as she poked Raven’s shoulder. “That cant be the *only* reason you’re on this mission. Three years ago I was practically dragging you to make sure you went on missions to keep your license active, and now you’re coming with me on missions on your own and even focused on making sure we get them done. So tell me, what’s got you wanting to get this done?” 

“Its not like that.” 

“Then what is it?” 

“I just think you need to be more careful about who you help and when you do. That’s all.” 

Summer shook her head and continued walking through the Mantle streets as she looked around at the people that roamed the streets. It was easy to tell that most of them were faunus who were down on their luck or had nowhere else to go, so it didnt bother her much if she stopped to help those that asked for it. That was part of being a huntress. “Does it really matter who we help out?” 

“We shouldn’t help others if we arent getting paid,” Raven said plainly. “What’s the point if we dont get anything out of it?” 

“Just because we dont get paid for every little good deed doesnt mean we arent getting anything out of it. Helping others is its own reward.” 

“Not a tangible one,” Raven huffed. 

Summer frowned and quickly pulled Raven by her arm. “Alright, that’s it. *You* need to learn to relax.” 

“Summer-” 

“No ‘Summer’ me. We are going to do our mission and help at least twenty people before we are done so you can finally feel a bit of warmth in that cold heart of yours.” 

“My heart isnt that cold!” 

Summer dragged Raven down the road and towards the crater of Mantle, certain they’d find people there who could use help. Sure it was selfish to look for people who needed help just to prove a point, but as long as those who needed help received it then it didnt really matter why she was helping, right? 

A smile crossed her lips as she came across a woman and her child standing next to a barrel trying to keep warm next to the flames that came from it. “Look, there’s a couple people here who could use our assistance.” 

Raven pulled herself out of Summer’s grip. “And how do you know they need help? Maybe they have everything under control.” 

“Because everyone needs help at some point,” Summer said through her teeth as she walked over to the mother and child. She kept a friendly smile on her lips as she reached out to the mother. “I'm Summer and this is my partner Raven. We were wondering if you needed any help.” 

“Oh, we… we could… maybe use some food,” the mother said. “A-and a couple coats.” 

Summer nodded and sat down her back to dig through her rations to find some that would be filling enough for the mother and her child. “I’m not so sure what I can do about coats, but I know I have some food here that I can give you.” 

“That would be great.” 

“This should work for now for food, at least for a couple days until things can get cleared up with the mines,” Summer said as she handed over a few ration packs with dried meat, cheese, and bread. “And I’ll see what I can do about getting you a couple coats.” 

The mother took the ration packs with a smile. “Thank you.” 

“And what are we supposed to do for food?” Raven asked. “Those ration packs are supposed to last us for the month and we cant exactly afford more.” 

“And we’ll get more food-” 

“With what money, Sum? This is what I mean by not letting people take advantage of you.” 

“We can restock before we leave.” 

“Not if we cant afford to.” Raven sighed and took Summer’s hand. “I love you, but you cant keep helping people like this. Why is it so important to you to help until you cant anymore?” 

Summer averted her eyes from Raven’s, voice cracking as she spoke. “B-because then… I… I’ll know that no one else has to be in the same position I was. Just because I lived within a kingdom didnt mean I had everything I needed. My family struggled and relied on the help of others to survive. My parents used every last bit of their money to help send me to Beacon to become a huntress before they passed away.” She wiped away a few tears and looked up at Raven again with a sad smile. “I owe it to them to help others like we were.” 

Raven rolled her eyes and started to drag Summer down the street. “That’s fine, but you have to quit giving away everything we need for our missions to help others.” 

Summer winced a bit as she felt Raven’s grip tighten around her arm as she tried to struggle to get free. “But Rae-”

“Mission first. We get paid and then we can find a way to help others.” 

“Fine,” Summer said with a small pout as they passed by a few more faunus struggling to survive. It hurt her to leave them, but she understood where Raven was coming from. “At least let me try to help someone before we go.” 

“No!” 

“I wont give away anything we have.” 

“Mission first.” Raven pinched the bridge of her nose. “Working with Tai would’ve been easier. At least he gets things done.”

[moonlitenvyillust]

Sooooooo i decided that this can be a good source of practice before i actually pull out a fic of my own AUs. So...

Warnings: murder, Gore, blood, Canon typical violence, temporary fourthwall break, Telemachus being a boyfailiure i love him, Odysseus being the monster rawr rawr rawr, oops Tele is dead now hehe! unreliable narrator me yada yada angst idk spelling mistakes abuse of italics English isnt my first language you know the drill

Anyways, I Will not pay for therapy and i will drink your tears as Vodka for my religion forbids me to drink actual alcohol.

Summary: Ody goes monster rawr rawr rawr and didnt know that Tele was his son and kills him accidentally mistaking him for a suitor. Idk

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The palace lights was off when Telemachus docked his ship.

He had suspected something happened. Athena had warned him not to dock in the usual place, telling him to sail to the more secluded side of the island. This just proved his intuition.

Athena had left a while ago in such urgency Telemachus had not seen ever since his mother needed to talk to some representatives about trade routes and stuff.

Mother...

He has to go back as fast as he could

Dissmissing the crew, Telemachus grabs his spear and ran into the palace. Athena isnt there with him, but who cares? If he dies atleast its protecting his mother.

No why is he thinking about death now? Time to focus Telemachus.

Blood... Telemachus had always hated blood.

Wherever it is that is not inside of someone's body, it always brings horrifying news.

So walking into the smell and sight of blood all over the palace Walls and bodies of the suitors laying dead on the ground, that puts Telemachus into what-the-actual-fuck-happened mode.

Slipping through the bodies of the suitors, Telemachus finds one in particular catching his eyes

"Antinous..."

The suitor well, now late suitor that is seemed to have a whole arrow stuck up his neck. Well deserved whoever killed him, Telemachus owes him his thanks. That asshole had been a pain in his arse for much too long

Huh, when did his internal monologue get so vulgar? Eh, who cares. Now who is he even talking to?! Oooh what noise is that?

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Odysseus can almost hear a ship being docked on the shores of ithaca. Who even returns so late at night? But who is he to care right now. There's pigs running away from their pigsty and he needs to them all up.

One by one. He takes down the filth in the palace. That is, untill the door to the room he was certain he locked opened itself

A decently young... Person, comes in. Odysseus lurks in the shadows. Not making a single noise. He cant seem to guess the gender of this new intrusion. But whoever he is, if he wants to get to his wife... They will die

Not a Palace soldier, Odysseus decided. Thats not how their armour looks like. Not a maid, they wear too much expensive jewelery for that.

Odysseus grabs an Arrow. The slight noise startling the intruder

"who's there?!"

Odysseus doesnt answer. Even when he Heard the intruder's voice, he couldnt really guess their gender. But the intruder spots him. This person should be a pretty smart warrior for their age the king thought.

"who are you? What did you do?"

Odysseus doesnt put down his bow. But he so speaks "i am here to get to Penelope" hearing that, the intruder seems to tense. Holding onto their spear

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"i will not let you touch her..."

Odysseus doesnt answer. He just lets his Arrow fly. The intruder didnt have enough time. He dies with an Arrow to the throat.

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Where the hell is Telemachus?

Thats the question on Athena's mind. Where is her little warrior of the mind? She left aburply to make sure Penelope is safe. And she returns to-

Oh no...

Oh fuck no...

@kamiko1234 here is your (this is an unfinished accidentally posted draft) of the idea you have me where in post i commented on. I tried

God that took longer than it should have. Anyways idea by and special thanks to my bestie irl who doesnt have Tumblr for giving me motivation to do this in the form of a bet

And also @Stella Luna on YouTube's ASTONISHING Odysseus animation that gave me an idea of how Telemachus' life would end. Sorry my favourite child you gotta suffer.

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Hii I can’t remember if I sent this in or not🤔🤔

Can I please (if it’s okay) request a Platonic!Tangerine + Lemon x fem!reader where Y/n is around 5/6 years old. After Tan & Lem save The Son, they happen to have to stop for gas before driving to the train station (lol I can see how much they would argue about that lol like, 🍊-“How exactly could you steal a car that doesn’t have gas??” 🍋-“How exactly was I supposed to know that??”🤣). Y/n sneaks into their car while their arguing about getting gas, steals both their wallets, and starts to run off but they notice her and are easily able to catch up to her and bring her back (although she kicks them in the shins and swats at them lol). They see their younger selves in this tiny, mischievous little girl and once again bicker on what to do (whether or not to bring her with them since she has nowhere to go), lol and Y/n is like, “Are you two almost done? I’ve got LOTS of places to be” and they look at each other, then her like “….🙄”. Anywayyyys, she goes with them on the Bullet Train (as they didn’t think it would be as eventful as it became), and she’s sitting in her seat, holding a momomon plushie (that Tangerine definitely nicked for her lol), sipping a juice box, and watching Thomas the Tank Engine on Lemon’s phone with headphones the whole time it goes down. Butttt she accidentally saves Tan when she goes looking for him and Lemon (she misses them) and finds Tan right as he’s confronting The Prince about being a Diesel. She yells his name and runs up, jumping into his arms happily, also happily jumping into Lemon’s arms when they realize that he was just asleep 🥺🥺 Tan, Lem, and their now new little sister escape the train and go home to London together where they raise her🥺🧡💛

Hey Love,

It's embarrassing how long ago this was sent in. Thanks for being a great friend <3 Hope you enjoy!

“Did you actually steal a car with no fucking  gas in it?” Tangerine was pinching the bridge of his nose hating how his blood pressure was already through the roof and the stupid job wasn't even half over yet. 

“Well, it's hard to know which cars have gas or not,” Lemon answered easily as he pulled over at an empty gas station. He wanted to shout but settled for slamming the dashboard with his hand instead.  

He got out of the car to light a cigarette, he doubted the owner would get his car back, but still, he had manners. Lemon put gas in the car and Tan turned around to look at him, when in the corner of his eye he caught something move by his leg. 

“OI!” He shouted and instinctively reached into his pants pocket to feel an empty place where his wallet should be. “FUCK.” 

All the job details were scribbled on a napkin in his wallet, he took off into a run and caught the little kid. The first thing he noticed was how light they were. He felt triumphant as he caught the little bastard. 

The knotted mats in the boy's hair and the dirt on his face made his heart sink. 

He grew up with boys like this. He would thank God every day that his own mother held on as long as she did. He and Lemon still got put on a dark path, they had difficult childhoods, but nothing in comparison to what this boy must have gone through. 

In his moment of reflection, he realized the boy was kicking him. 

“Oi! Settle down.” He said unsure of what to do. He didnt know Japan well, not well enough to know a place to drop the kid where they would be safe. 

“Fuck you.” a little English accent hit his ears and his heart gave a twinge. “Bit far from home, eh?” He said watching the kid still struggling in his grasp. 

“Says you.” The kid bit back. 

“What the fuck is this?’ Lemon had come over and took the wallet from the kid's fist. The kid tried to lunge at him, jaw snapping like a dog. He looked around thankful to see that no one seemed to notice or care. 

“Piss off!” The boy yelled in a high voice. 

“Well, can't just let you go can we?” Lemon said in a serious voice. Tan assumed he was trying to scare the boy into better behavior. He flashed the gun on his hip and the boy stopped moving immediately. 

“Bit harsh” He mouthed silently. 

“I can stay with you then?” The kid's voice was soft and he suddenly realized that he was dealing with a little girl.

Tan and Lemon looked at each other. 

“Fuck.” Tan swore and hauled the little troublemaker back to the car. He would think of a plan on the way to the train. Maybe someone at the station would be able to help her find the authorities. Maybe she had parents desperately looking for her. 

Looking over her bruised skin and dirty clothes he strongly doubted it. She had been on the streets for a long time, which was strange considering she hadn't even been alive that long. 

He buckled her into the back seat and realized he was stuffing a small child next to a mob boss's incapacitated adult kid.  

He gave her a stern look. “No funny business.” She gave him a nod. She was going with them too easily. How many other men had picked her up in the past? 

He got into the passenger seat and Lemon pulled out of the gas station. 

“Is he dead?” The girl asks looking over at the crumpled man. 

“No, no, that’s our - um -” Lemon started. 

“Friend! He’s just really sleepy” Tan continued. 

“Jetlag, it’s a real killer.” 

“Oh.” She said easily. “Where are we going?” 

“On a train!” Lemon responded enthusiastically. Tan could have punched him in the face. Obviously, they weren't taking the girl on the mission with them. He reached into his pocket for a cigarette, to hell with the car owner, to hell with everything - except he wouldn't smoke in the car with a kid. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. 

“Lemon, we can't take her with us.” he hissed hoping she wouldn't pay attention. 

“Can’t leave her with the police.” He hissed back.

“No! I don’t want to go with them.” She looked scared for the first time. Tan’s stomach gave a painful lurch and he sighed in defeat. 

“See, she doesn't want to go with them,” Lemon said sternly. “She can stay with us until it’s over, then we can bring her back to England and try to find her family.” 

“I don’t want to go with them either!” Her voice got even higher a sense of panic evident in her features. 

“Well, then we can put you in boarding school or something?” 

“Like Hogwarts?” She said suspiciously. 

“Sure.” Lemon nodded. Tan gave him a light shove, he shouldn't be getting the girl's hopes up. 

“Wot?!” Lemon said in a sharp tone. “She’s not going to get into a decent university unless she goes to a good school.” 

“Ah yes, her university choices are what’s important right now,” Tan said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. 

“Never too soon to start thinking about your options. That was our mistake.” Lemon looked at the girl in the mirror. “What are you thinking? Doctor, neurosurgen, artist- “ 

“I was thinking about law actually.” She said in a mater of fact voice. 

“That’s even better, street criminal turned lawyer. Excellent origin story.” Lemon gave a nod of approval. 

Tan was thinking about how bad it would be if he opened the car door and jumped. The thought of being scattered across the highway was attractive, but he would never leave his brother. He sighed and prayed that the night would go by smoothly. 

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After a quick stop for clothes and toiletries, they took over a disabled toilet and tried to clean the girl up. Thankfully she was at an age where she could manage almost everything alone leaving them to face the door. The son sitting on the toilet hunched against the tile wall. 

She could manage everything except her long brown hair. Lemon sat her on the edge of the sink, putting her feet in the basin. He combed out what Knotts he could and he watched the girl try to sit very still. He picked a purple jumper that would cover the bruises on her arms. She and Lemon picked out a pair of bejeweled jeans and some light-up sneakers. They got her the essentials and stuffed them all into a light purple backpack that had daisies embroidered into it. 

It’s stupid but it made him happy to do it. She got to pick whatever she wanted, no strings attached. Something he didnt have, that he could give to someone else. His heart felt a bit bigger, and he wondered if maybe he wanted kids someday. 

“I can’t get the bigger ones out without detangler so I’ll have to do a braid for now.” 

“Will you have to cut it?” Her eyes got wide.

“Nah, this is salvageable,” Lemon assured her and Tan wondered why he knew so much about hair. “We can get some proper stuff tomorrow.”

“Thanks for all this.” She said looking at her knees, face red. Lemon lifted her out of the sink and set her down on her feet. 

“Don’t mention it.” Tan patted her head. “Now, I know you're probably thinking about bolting or just trouble-causing in general.” 

She opened her mouth to protest and he held out a hand to silence her. “This is a work trip for us, any funny business and all three of us will be in big danger. Please do as I say on the train.” He started down at her trying to make sure she understood. 

“Okay.” She nodded. He and Lemon gave each other a nod before getting out of the toilets. 

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Tan got the girl settled in the seat next to him handing her a stupid-looking plushy he snatched on the way in. Lemon took out his phone and handed it to her with a pair of headphones. Thomas the tank engine was on and she shrugged putting the earphones in. 

Then everything went to shit. Thankfully every time he came back to the compartment she was sitting with the headphones in tucked into her seat. 

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You didnt really understand what the men were doing. Or why they were named after fruits. You couldn't even truly understand why you were trusting them. You originally just wanted to make it back to London, not to find the family that abandoned you in Japan, just to be back where you came from. 

Distant thoughts of a great aunt swam in your mind. Maybe she would take you in? You could live in the countryside with her. The thoughts slipped away as you looked back at the phone screen. Another episode of Thomas started and you sighed. This was a baby show and you wanted to watch something more grown up. You tried to use the phone but couldn't find any other movies or shows. 

You looked at the time and realized that they had been gone for a long time. Your stomach dropped. What if they got off the train? Your heart started to race as you realized how much you wanted to stay with them. 

You got out of the seat and moved through the train. It was completely empty so you ran faster. Your eyes started to fill up with tears and you thought it was stupid to get this upset. They wouldn't be the first people to let you down and they probably weren't the last either. 

Men can't be trusted 

The thought brought up a thousand painful memories and you tried to run away from them. Searching everywhere you made it into the last compartment. Tan was there, your eyes locked on to him and everything else became unimportant. 

“TANGERINE.” You shouted then ran at him. He knelt down to catch you. You put your arms around his neck tightly, determined not to let go of him again. 

“It’s alright. Everything is going to be alright.” He patted your back and you relaxed in his arms. As long as he didnt put you down you felt okay about everything. 

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 Just as she burst into the carriage, the other girl turned to see who was barging in, a diesel sticker stuck to the back of her shoulder. The small girl jumped up into his arms and held on to him tightly. She hid her face in his neck and his protective senses went into overdrive. 

Diesel was here and he had a fucking 5 year old in his arms. He just had to play it cool. 

“It’s alright. Everything is going to be alright.” He murmured to the girl trying to soothe her and reassure himself. 

There was a loud explosion of gunfire and Tan immediately tried to shield the little girl in his arms. So much for soothing. The Prince crumpled to the ground as her brain matter scattered the train car. Lemon lowered his gun and he was overwhelmed with emotion. 

The kid was fine, Lemon was fine. He would make it through this. Lemon came over and put an arm around him and the girl. She reached a hand out to grab onto the collar of his shirt. 

“That’s a sick fucking family reunion.” Ladybug came into the compartment looking agitated. He proceeded to throw up and then round on Lemon about shooting innocent girls. Eventually they all got on the same page and let the rest of the events take place. 

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All in all, by the end of the night, he had adopted a kid, survived a train crash, almost lost his brother, and another hundred traumatic things.  The girl had curled up in his lap and he held on to her while she slept. They had hijacked a tangerine truck and were trying to put as much distance between them and the crash as possible. 

“I was serious about boarding school,” Lemon said while trying to steer and peel a tangerine at the same time. 

“No,” Tan said firmly taking the fruit from him to peel it himself. There were a million reasons not to send her to boarding school. He hated snotty children and he knew they would make it their mission in life to make her miserable. She had no stability in her life, sending her to be raised like cattle in a school was just depressing. Not to mention what if the staff were awful to her? All sorts of terrible things could happen there. 

“Look we can’t just leave her here.” Lemon said finally sounding genuinely upset. 

“Doesnt mean we can’t get our self a spot somewhere nice and send her to school the normal way.” He shoved a slice of Tangerine in to Lemon’s hand. 

“Finally get to go house shopping,” Lemon said excitedly and Tan started to envision what the rest of his life was going to look like. It was void of murder, women, drugs, and chaos. He would probably have to quit smoking too. He frowned, he didnt really have any idea about girls or how to raise them. Most of the girls from his neighborhood either got into drugs, prostitution, or married mobsters. 

He looked down at the little kid in his lap. Her face was red and she was drooling on what was left of his suit. He would just do his best. 

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Lemon picking a house and letting her help decorate it because it’s also her house too. 

Them realizing that kids at her level at school can already read and do some maths. Them panicking and teaching her to read in a month so she’s ready when school starts in September. Her getting there and being ahead of the other kids because they messed up thinking she was a level ahead of her age. She gets to feel super smart for once and then becomes very bookish. 

Tan and Lemon reading parenting books and quizzing eacohter on what to do in various situations and how to be strict. But when she asks for something with puppy dog eyes they cave anyway. 

They always watch TV with her in case they don't like what’s happening on the show. Always trying to make sure she doesn't watch anything violent in case she gets triggered by what happened on the train or her life before.

Both of them sitting there trying not to smoke or die while listening to her struggle to read Harry Potter. After a few pages, Lemon goes “That was great almost done chapter one.” “That was only one chapter?” Tan says and Lemon gives him a look. “How long is this book anyway?” “The first one is the shortest.” “There's more than one?!” 

“Duh, there’s 7” She says happy that there is so much material meaning there will be lots of reading time as a family.

Her actually becoming a Lawyer and putting criminals away rather than carrying on the family business of killing them.

[theshiftingwitch]

hii. im scared this is gonna be a bit long. im sorry but i would really appreciate some advice.

i know how to manifest, i know i have to affirm and persist, do not care about doubts etc. but i simply do not know what i want

i broke things off with my ex on october and after that i went on some dates and even got somewhat intimate with a guy i really liked, but this whole time i still had my ex in mind. me and this guy stopped talking 2 weeks ago out of nowhere, even tho i was affirming for him while seeing him, but i was like whatever i will just get him back, but i cant get myself to persist for him, i just get a rush of motivation and after sometime im thinking about my ex and throwing some "he misses me and hes begging me to take him back"

the reason im not manifesting my ex back is bc things between me and him got really complicated, he treated me so bad and made me cry so many times, he was always saying he wasnt good enough for me and that he would change and do anything for me, but things never changed, which is why i broke up with him in the first place, which ended up leaving me ever more hurt bc he started treating me like trash and saying some stuff to me. My mom and friends hate him, his friends hate me,, and i know now i created those situations but they still hurt me very much, i wanted to move on thats why i didnt manifest him back. also bc i feel like i have so many things to work through and so many limiting beliefs and solid beliefs on him and that it would be hard to get him to conform yk, i know this itself is a limiting belief but i have it

but im kinda second guessing myself rn, sometimes i get visions of him with other girls and i really do not want that, he is still my baby after all and i'll tell you im starting to tear up writing this lol.

do you think it is better for me to manifest the guy i was seeing and really liked? and try to forget my ex even tho everytime i think about him (which is often) i can feel my chest tighten,, or should i accept that it is actually him that i want and put in the work?

for manifesting him back i was thinking about doing it in steps and with the list method, so first get him to apologize (him regretting and telling me stuff i need to hear, begging for me) then after we get back in contact to start affirming for a healthy relationship .

last thing, i have no idea what he's been up to this past months, i told my friends not to tell me anything if they saw him or heard about him, the only times i saw him was when we last talked that he promised me he would take this time to change and come back to me but could not promise me loyalty during this time bc "anything could happen", the morning when i go to school bc to get to mine i have to pass near to where him and his friends are (however i always tell myself not to look) and 1 week ago at the club, i was dancing with my friend and i saw him staring at me seemingly sad(???), breaking his neck almost bc i was far and behind where he was (i didnt know he was there this just happened), after i started affirming that he misses me when i think about him (but this affirming was not anything i actually committed to).

so, sorry, anyways i want to make sure in this 2 months he did not talk or kissed or anything with any girl, but i do not know how to go about this, im scared that bringing attention to that "not happening" would just increase the chances of that happening, how should i write it down?? (i would put this in the list method, while affirming for an apology)

im so so so sorry this was so long, but i want to finally have some clear idea of what i want .. so sorry, thank u so much in advance.

It sounds to me like you want closure more than you want your ex back.

Just as a disclaimer, although I always tell people how to manifest their SPS, I hold a deep grudge against shitty people, and I never condone manifesting someone who has been shitty to you in the past. You have your free will of course, and you can do whatever you want, but to clear my conscious I have to say, manifesting someone out of thin air who is your exact type is better than going through the process of manifesting someone who has already shown you their true colors.

Now onto your question: if you can't tell which one you want, and you're switching back and forth between the two guys, sitting down with your thoughts and journaling would be a very good idea for you. Get clear with your thoughts on what you want, ask yourself probing questions, and let it all out onto your notebook and you'll find that you already know what you want, it's just that your mind is clouded with a lot of clutter that you simply don't need. Once you shut down the noise, you will get a clear answer.

There is a reason why you're not committing to affirming, and you're not using any methods to get your ex back, and it is simply because deep down you know that you deserve better. And it's true, you do deserve better. Whether that better is the guy you're currently seeing, or someone else completely, that is totally up to you.

Here's my suggestion: if you are looking for closure, you can simply affirm that he apologized for his behavior. Nothing has to happen after that apology, you don't have to have a heart-to-heart or a second chance or anything, with your family and friends hating him and his friends hating you, it's already taken a toll on your mental health. So I can tell you that you can just affirm that you have a happy healthy relationship with him and everything is working out but it seems to drain you, and I never condone using anything that would drain you or suck the joy out of your life. That is not how manifestation is supposed to be. Manifestation is supposed to be easy and fun.

But if you sit down with yourself and you clear your thoughts and you realize that you do want him back, I do not suggest the list method for you. In this case, you would do better with a script. Write down how you wanted this relationship to go, from the very beginning, not just the apology. Go back to how you two started and rewrite the whole story. Give him the attributes you want in your dream guy, write down that he is obsessed with you and he loves you and he cherishes you and you didn't have to break up with him in the first place, write down that the relationship is perfect and everyone involved likes you two together. Then when you finish that script simply affirm that everything in your script came true.

I hope that helps, and if my personal opinion is not something you wanted to hear, please feel free to disregard it completely.

Happy manifesting ❤️