#icarus flying straight up to the sun

[gregmarriage]

broooooo, i am actually soooo smart. turn your music up real loud, and then the bad thoughts can’t get through!

[platypusundercover]

The image of Icarus and Moros is slowly slipping into the deepest reaches of my brain and hear me out HEAR ME OUT

Icarus died a tragic death, right? Either he got cocky and ignored his father's warning but seeing how he is in the game I can't help but think it's not hubris that lead to his death.

Maybe just maybe he was too giddy with the feeling and made a mistake. The fates decided to do that just because. They really said "he's going to feel so free, and then plummet to his death" just for shits and giggles.

And so Moros, Doom incarnate, would have been here to witness his death. To welcome him on the other side, after a tragic fall. Icarus had felt a presence while he was flying seconds before he realized the wings were melting, and doom was there, looking him straight in the eyes, a certain melancholy painted on his face. Icarus didn't have to ask, he knew that was Moros. He knew in an instant that he was going to die. And an instant later he accepted the embrace and fell to his death.

I like to think Icarus finally visits Mel at the crossroads (after some convincing) and he ends up meeting Moros there. And he remembers so vividly his presence like a cold embrace and a chill down his spine but at the time, compared to the heat of the sun and the wax melting down his back, it had almost been a welcome feeling.

Moros recognizes him too, surprisingly. Surely the embodiment of doom witnessed countless preordained deaths. Why was Icarus' special? Because he died chasing freedom, something Moros unknowingly yearned for. Of course he cared for the fates and their design, to great lengths but unadmittedly, he wondered what having the choice would be like, to be the one responsible for his own actions. And so witnessing this death... Icarus experiencing a freedom like no other, for it to be harshly taken from him. Doom couldn't help but feel remorse at such an outcome and so he remembered. He remembered the second that stretched into eternity as they stared each other down into mid air. He remembered embracing the mortal with his arms as he fell to his doom and accepted his fate.

And so when they meet again at the crossroads. Moros is surprised to see him almost whole, unlike all the other shades he had met, and so he grows curious. He eagerly asks Melinoë about him and maybe will try to go out there to meet him and talk to him, maybe apologize somehow, maybe he feels guilty. I don't know there's a lot ot unpack there I need to rotate them into my brain like rotisserie chicken I have FEELINGS ABOUT THESE TWO!!! (and 3 if you count melinoe my girl has 2 hands for a reason) I think they're neat and I really wanna expand on their relationship they need to interact INEED THEM TO TALK

[jkoo-njoo]

college crush - 5

summary: college au I when the frontier between a crush and an obsession blurs, how can you draw the line?

pairing: shy n clingy bf! jk × black fem! reader

genre: fluff, soft yandere | headcanons

word count: 4,300. on going story

warnings: physical violence ideation (Jungkook wants to slit someone’s throat), light mention of homophobia, description of comp-het, description of sexual violence because of acephobia (y/n is spiraling)

author's note: hi lovelies, it’s been a year since the last update, can you believe it ? I keep saying that there is only one last chapter left, but then I keep having more ideas and the story keeps expending ; so I’ll just stop saying that. ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა This chapter is a bit spicier than all the other ones, Jungkook is getting closer to his goal ! But is it really going to be as easy as he thinks it’ll be ? I truly hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it my loves. As always, I love reading your comments and I hope you know that it really hypes me up to beat writer’s block and finish this story ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

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5/ Wanting to fly the nest as far as he could, the bird aims for the sun, like Icarus, daring to rise to its death

— The bird, that just learned how to fly, soars with all his might

Its been two weeks now since you both started texting each other

At the beginning he was so nervous just thinking about directly speaking with you

He would overthink every single text he sent you for 20 minutes straight minimum

But the conversation started to flow very easily and chemistry began to develop between the two of you

It grew so much that you’ve been exchanging messages every single day with no fail, talking about any and every thing

On top of that, jungkook continued to send you gifts and come to your place while you’re not there

It added a special taste to know that whenever he would send you anything or clean your place or fill up your fridge

You would text him a few hours later to express gratitude and contentment

It filled his heart with pure joy and love for you even more now that he had your approval in real time

He didn’t need to constantly check your bins anymore

Jungkook felt his heartbeat rush and adrenaline spike up every single time you’d send him a message

It was truly heaven on earth

Now, for you… things were a bit different.

Sure, there was a cool situationship in the making

But it just wasn’t enough. you knew you needed more

You couldn’t just fall in love with a concept

You needed to put a face to it.

You decided to get bold today and proposed to arrange a date with your secret admirer

Yes this was a careless and rushed decision, whatever

But you were tired of playing it safe and decided to take matters into your own hands

Since your secret admirer wasn’t gonna be the one to do so

When jungkook received your advance he couldn’t believe his eyes and literally fell to his knees in the middle of the library

His ultimate crush was asking him out.

Asking him, out.

He knows that he’s been making a lot of efforts by talking directly to you everyday

(Even repeating that sentence in his head was making him feel dizzy)

But he couldn’t bring himself to actually reveal his whole identity to you just yet

So, he declines your offer by honestly revealing that he does not feel ready to face you at the moment

He wanted to pretend to be very sick and not wanting to contaminate you

But he absolutely loathed himself for even thinking about lying to you and betraying your trust in him

He still feels like shit because of his cowardliness

But he knows this is for the greater good of your relationship

Now, don’t get him wrong : he’s not near giving up.

The rest of his plan is waiting for the photography class partner project to unfold

But the thing is, their refusal disheartened you a bit

You thought everything was going so well between you ?

Why do they chicken out all of a sudden when it’s time to make things concrete between you ?

Are they very shy ?

Are they very ugly ?

Or are they an actual creepy serial killer that is not supposed to be on this campus ?

You tried to reassure them by stating that you’re sure that they’re a total hottie

And that there’s no reason for them to be shy with you anymore

However, your excitement started to wear off a bit, unbeknownst to Jungkook.

— The bird, finally resting for the first time in a while, inopportunely falls from a breaking branch

The following week on a tuesday, it finally arrives

The group project in photography class. the most crucial event for the rest of The Plan ™️

He tried hard to make a good first impression with his outfit

He wore a hoodie in your favorite color, slim jeans to reveal his thighs (because he overheard you talking about liking strong legs in guys) and black boots to appear more “hard” & “cool” (that’s also your type it seems)

You were wearing a very pretty light dress with some oversized pants and an oversized jacket to top it all

You were so outstandingly beautiful and cool, he just couldn’t compete with you even if he tried

The professor came in at the same time as you (you made it in time today he notes) and started the class directly by talking about the group project

But instead of a duo, like he imagined, the project will be in a quatuor with 2 boys and 2 girls

AND he already made the groups so no one could choose

The room audibly moaned and complained while he remained silent but his blood was boiling

He could not be more confused, angry and disappointed.

While the professor was calling the members of every groups out loud, he prayed to all the Gods and angels listening to please let him be with you

Even if there will be others he absolutely needed to be by your side.

He couldn’t bear leaving you all alone with two random men and no one to protect you

It seems one of the holy spirits heard his desperate pleading and answered immediately

Because the professor called his name right after yours

He doesn’t have the time to digest what just happened because the professor is already rushing everyone to gather in groups and introduce themselves

While everyone rearrange the tables and sit again, he succeeds in sitting in front of you

But he can hardly handle to look into your eyes from this close without fainting

This is the nearest he has ever been to you in real life and it truly feels like a dream come true

He can actually admire you from up close… he can smell you… he can almost touch your hand if he tries… and he wasn’t hiding from you anymore

It felt so right and natural to be in your space and bask in your presence

He was fully floating on a cloud focusing on nothing else but you and your voice

The rest of the class goes pretty smoothly with everyone introducing themselves and giving their inquiry about the project

Though he sat there in silence the entire time

While the only thing he mustered up enough courage to say was :

“Hi, my name is Jungkook. Nice to meet you all”

He was way too shy at the idea of talking to you viva voce in this context

He could try talking with you one-on-one if the project was a duo, like he planned.

But with two other strangers nearby watching and judging ?

Hell no, that was just too much all at once

Nevertheless, he does not regret witnessing you being the absolute brightest star right in front of him, even in silence

You were so full of life, energy and motivation for this project that it was actually hyping him up

Even though he really didn’t give a fuck about it in the first place

But it seems he wasn’t the only person entranced by you

Because why was this other guy clearly trying to flirt with you right in front of everyone ?

Thankfully it seems like you’ve got no clue and you’re not playing into his games at all

But Jungkook has to deal with him.

He wanted to just slit his throat so bad right then and there, without any hesitation.

But he knows he cannot show this side of himself to you just yet, and definitely not in the middle of this class

He’s gonna get rid of him definitely without scaring you off

No other boy has the right to have access to you other than him

You were his soulmate and his only.

He promised to himself to make this punk get it as soon as possible

At the end of the hour, this fucker has the audacity to ask for your number, and only yours

“it’s to talk about the project more in depth, you know !”

The holy spirits truly were by his sides today, because you suggested to have a group chat instead

“it’s to make the conversation about the project more efficient, you know !”

Everyone gives you their number and you create the groupchat right away before you all part ways

The walk home from this session at the photography class was the worst one he’s had in a while

He couldn’t even bask in the feelings of pure joy, love and excitement he has felt by being this close to you

He even gave you his real number for you to text the real him !

That was supposed to be one of the best moments of his life, right before :

your first kiss,

your marriage,

and your first child together.

But instead, he simply felt like absolute shit for witnessing a man blatantly flirting with his promised partner right in front of his face

And not doing anything to stop it and protect you.

He knows he can always count on you to preserve yourself for him and him only

But it certainly won’t last long if he doesn’t do anything

He feels really powerless and he does not like it one bit

He has to reverse the situation to promptly get rid of this parasite and secure his place in your heart

— The heavily weakened bird serendipitously finds some food on the ground

The thing is, he was so focused on his feelings for you and that other douchebag that he did not even notice everything else that happened outside of that

Like the fact that the other girl of the group was clearly trying to hit on him too

but he was so oblivious he only responded to her with vague hmms indicating yes or no

Or the fact that his charm and his silence intrigued you the most and you definitely wanted to spend more time with him to break his shell

Like, he was seriously one of the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen.

The way his long hair and square glasses perfectly framed his angelic face

The way he was not able to say a single word during the entire hour

And the way he blushed + looked away shyly any time anyone glanced for a little too long at him……

His cuteness already caught your eye before but this meeting solidified your crush for him even more

He was effortlessly checking every box of your ideal type one by one, it was not even funny

So much so that you started to wonder if it was worth entertaining a situationship with a potentially dangerous secret admirer

That is not even bold enough to show their face despite claiming to be deeply in love with you

Rather than shooting your shot with the cute nerdy guy from photography class

That is a very real person within reach, even if there is no certitude that he’s interested in you in the slightest

It was starting to hurt your head to think this much about all this

so you decided to open up to your secret admirer

Hoping to wake them up, for good.

After closing the door to his room, Jungkook received a very lengthy message from you where you disclosed all your doubts about him and your relationship

That’s when he truly lost it and started to sob uncontrollably

He realized that he was seriously on the verge of actually losing you for good

After all the hard work he has done to get to this point

He was inconsolable and cried in a ball on the ground for a good ten minutes

After calming down a bit, he realized that you were giving him the opportunity to officially deepen the connection between you

This was his last chance to truly secure his way to your heart, and you were the one giving it to him

He simply did not deserve the pure kindness of your soul and you still gave it to him

He made the very important decision on the spot to bend The Plan™️

You wanted to know more of his identity ? so be it.

He answered :

“My sweetest love. Thank you for trusting me and pushing for me to still be in your life after I’ve been such a coward. I do not deserve your grace, but I will prove to you by all means that my love for you is infaillible. From now on, you will receive pictures from me about myself and my daily life, and even audios of me directly reading my poems to you, if you feel comfortable with that. I will do my best to get you to know me on a more personal level, so you can realize that I am the perfect pretender to be your lifelong partner and that we are meant to be together forever. But know that at the moment, I still can’t reveal my whole identity to you, whether it be my face or my name, because of personal reasons you will soon understand. Please tell me if this satisfies your needs for now, and I will begin immediately.”

He knew he would have to push through a lot of boundaries within himself to uphold these promises

But he was willing to do absolutely anything for you, your love and your happiness

And to be by your sides

When you received their answer, you got reminded why you loved talking to your secret admirer so much

They were so dramatic sometimes, it was really funny and relieved your stress more often than not

You couldn’t do anything but accept their request without a second thought when it was presented in such a classy and solemn way

It was not exactly what you asked for, but you respected their decision and noted their efforts to try and meet your request still

You did not really pay more attention to it and move on with your life

Until you almost choked to death on your tea 10 minutes later

Since they said that they will not be showing their face, you thought they would exclusively send you innocent pictures of their daily life and stuff

How naive of you to think that.

After opening your phone notification you couldn’t help but stare at your screen, eyes wide open, with your eyebrows touching the ceiling

Instead of a candid still of some food on a plate like you expected

You were met with the mirror picture of a literal greek god with a full sleeve of tattoos, right out of the shower, wearing nothing but a towel on their head and another one hanging low on their waist

They followed up on the pic with the wittiest text you’ve ever read from them

“You’re such a lucky princess because I just started my night routine. I’ve been itching to send you pictures like these for so long but I had to make sure the timing was right. I cannot wait to include you in my daily life. Do you want me to do a tour of all the skin care products I use to take care of the body you’re looking at ?”

“Oh, and my pronouns are he/him by the way ;)”

There is no way he’s not fucking with you right now. Absolutely no way.

You’ve been gawking at your phone with your mouth agape for so long, you did not notice the trail of saliva connecting your lips to your thighs.

He even has the time to send you another message apologizing if he made you uncomfortable with his naked body and promising to never cross your boundaries ever again

And that from now on he’ll only send you pictures of him fully clothed, even if it might compromise his anonymity

You collect yourself just enough to send :

“Please send me a real picture of yourself. I cannot believe you’re trying to catfish me after we’ve been talking together for so long.”

It was a bit harsh you admit, but you had to make sure that this wasn’t just some enormous prank

And that you’ve been made fun of this entire time

At first, he got hurt that you actually thought that he was a catfish and that he couldn’t possibly be this good looking

But he remembered that he was still an anonymous stalker in your eyes and that you were a very intelligent woman

It was totally understandable that you’d still be on your guard

Jungkook simply answers back :

“I would absolutely never play in your face and break your trust like that my love. You can make a reverse search on this picture. I took it right now and you’re the only person besides me that has ever laid eyes on it on this earth. All of this is reserved just for you.”

You do as he told and… you simply can’t believe it.

He is right : the picture is nowhere to be found on the internet

That’s when it really kicked in

You actually bagged the literal finest man in campus without doing anything

And he is the one that’s absolutely obsessed with you ??

He is the one who spoils you and showers you with love at any occasion without any inquiry on you part ??

You must have saved the entire human civilization in another life, because there was simply no way in hell this was real

You had to apologize. You were truly not familiar with his game.

You answer back :

“Look, I’m sorry to have doubted you but you’ve always been anonymous this entire time and we haven’t really gotten to know each other on a deeper level just yet. You know what ? You can send me all the pictures you’d like, but no dick pic please, I’m truly not into that.”

“Thank you again for accepting to reveal more of yourself to me, I’m really enjoying this ! You look very good…”

When he finished reading your message he was smiling from ear to ear

Oh, he knew he won.

— Against all odds, the bird perks up and flaps his wings again

Following this event, you started sending pictures of each other on the regular

You were sending him selfies mostly, not comfortable enough to reveal your body like he does

Jungkook did not mind one bit

He worshipped every single picture you sent to him regardless, going as far as printing and framing them all

His room was starting to fill up with all the pictures of you that you sent him, along side the stolen cliches he took of you

He was literally living his dream life.

He couldn’t believe how far he’d gone in the pursuit of his love, and how far it led him

On the flip side, you were absolutely flabbergasted.

He was sending you very cute pictures of his daily life like him cooking, gaming, painting and all that

But when it came to the pictures of himself…

He was always half naked or wearing very tight fitting clothes like a tank top and a sport crewneck

He explained that he couldn’t send you pictures of him wearing his daily clothes because he didn’t want you to recognize him in the street

That was only half of the truth tho

He also wanted to impress you with the work he’s been putting in the gym during all this time, just for you

But he truly hoped that you didn’t see him as some sort of fuckboy only interested in having sex with you

Showing you his body was just another way to draw you in. Like the final nail in the coffin

In his opinion, he made enough efforts these past few months to give you a glimpse of the overflowing feelings he had for you

He is absolutely head over heels for you but not in a carnal way if that made sense

And he knows very well that you’re not into that either

He has had crushes and stuff but he used to be a complete loser so no one would give him even a crumb of attention

Of course he very occasionally had some peaks of libido and he always took care of his needs by himself

But he quickly realized that he has honestly never felt sexual attention to anyone

When he compared his experience to the way other boys around him where going crazy about sex in his teenage years…

It was alienating to say the least.

He clearly remembers an instance when he tried talking about it to one of his friends at the time

And they bluntly answered :

“You don’t feel attracted to girls ? Are you gay or something ?”

Yes, he later discovered that he was indeed bi, but that was besides the point

The only thing he wanted more than anything was to develop the deepest and closest platonic & romantic relationship he could with anyone

And have them by his side as a friend and a lover, forever

He could not bring himself to perform as a person he was not just to uphold the expectations about what it meant to be a man

It felt like deep betrayal toward himself and the perfect recipe to be miserable forever in order to have company and be accepted by society

He always thought he was weird and doomed to be alone

Until you came into his life and outwardly expressed your need to have someone exactly like him into your life

You were literally the bright and warm light guiding him out of the dark and cold tunnel of loneliness

A dream of his that was once too good to be true

Was now a reality within reach

He could finally let hope fill his heart to the brim, like he always wanted to.

— the bird keeps gliding, with hope being the sole compass of his unpredictable voyage

The thing is, his plan was working on you

You really enjoyed the glimpses into his life and the occasional thirst traps

It kind of felt like texting a very sweet OF model

So you didn’t know why you still felt somewhat… empty

Like, he did answer your request to see more of him.

Of course it’s reassuring and rewarding to know that your secret admirer (and obsessive stalker) is literally eye candy

But you started to get scared about his true intentions

You knew he loved you for you

At least that’s what the countless love letters, acts of services and gifts he was constantly showering you with lead you to believe

And he has never been sexually suggestive in any way

But you still held back in your feelings in some way

You’ve always craved a special type of romantic connection to someone that was rooted in nothing but pure feelings of love and trust, not lust

And he was clearly giving that to you, at the moment

But.. he’s a drop dead gorgeous college boy in his early twenties

He statistically could not possibly be on the same page as you.

What will happen when he’ll start wanting more from you and you’re not gonna be able to give it to him ?

What will happen when on your first night together he’ll try to make a move on you and you’ll have to reject him ?

What will happen when you’ll be forced to open up about your lack of sexual attraction ?

Will he abandon you on the spot, like all these other guys ?

Or is he too far gone in his obsession with you, that he won’t be able to accept your rejection and his knee jerk reaction will be to be outright violent with you ?

Or worse : what if he’ll pretend to understand that “you need time” to get comfortable with him

Only to try to coerce his way into making you do something you simply don’t want to do ?

You want to enjoy this with him as much as possible, you really do

But these thoughts have always plagued your mind

And you had to share them with him to make sure that he stops getting attached to you before it’s too late.

You just couldn’t let hope fill your heart to the brim, even if you wanted to.

[fieldsofwriting]

Drunken words are sober thoughts.

Ryis x Reader!

Summary: After finishing up the donations for the General Store, you find yourself at the Inn having too many drinks when Ryis arrives.

Warnings: Intoxicated reader, and March.

It was a long week. That was for sure, you had managed to get the general store materials gathered and dropped in the donations box. The amount of times you had dedicated to going down in the mines for it was no laughing matter. Not to mention all the artifacts you had found while you were down there. The money was a harder feat that involved you running around like a mad man foraging everything you could, fishing from dawn til dusk, and trying to get your crops thriving. Each time your pack was full, you’d run all the way back to your farm and drop it off before scarfing down some food and heading back out.

But you did it.. Not to brag.

So the drinks at the Inn were welcomed. Especially when the first few had been on Nora for your hard work. The burn of the alcohol tasted delicious after working so hard. The buzz in your veins helping relieve the tension of the week. You threw back the rest of your Hot Toddy- which Hemlock insisted you have. You could have kissed him for it. But you held your self back, there was just one person you wanted to kiss. Laughter was erupting around you, and then you heard March- who had joined you for a few drinks and was now living up to his lightweight status, was excitedly exclaiming his love for his best friend. Gasping your head whips around to see Ryis. He stood there, one of his brows raised as he hears March. But he was standing there in his very nice orange shirt, his black v-neck clinging to him. God, was it possible to be that pretty? Surely it had to be illegal. He shouldn’t get the stand there with his pretty face and not let you kiss him.

You felt the way your heart kickstarted in your chest as you took him in from across the bar. He had high cheekbones, and a perfectly straight nose that complimented the rest of his face so perfectly. Beautiful brown eyes that had the most luscious lashes you had ever seen. Boys really did get graced by the god of eyelashes huh?

In your admiration of Ryis, you had barely noticed how March got up to get to him first. You pouted, you wanted his attention. You wanted to touch Ryis, and be snuggled in those perfectly toned arms of his. “Hey-“ You huffs, stumbling over as you try to beat March to him.

He chuckles at the state of you. “Hi, Y/N.” He says giving you an easy smile. God you loved that smile, it was always so bright- like the sun. He was like the sun, warm, happy, inviting. You could be icarus and fly too close then thank him when you fell. And you weren’t someone who fixated on teeth- but his teeth were so perfect! How could one man be so perfect! March wraps an arm around his shoulders, to which you pout. You wanted to touch him.

“Hi.” You breathe once close enough. “I’m drunk.” You explain, as if the way your cheeks had flushed had made it less obvious. Ryis nods, smiling even softer at you. He was such a good boy.

Ryis nods solemnly finally as he responds, “I can see that. Let’s get you to sit down huh?” He suggests but it’s less of a suggestion and more of a request. Leading you and March back your seats. You couldn’t focus on anything besides the way his hand felt guiding you back to your seat. You needed to hold his hand or you’d die. This was needed. Right now. “What are we celebrating?”

“Y/N, finished the general store!” March boasts for you. Happily throwing his body into the bar to flag down Hemlock. You turn to Ryis and give a nod, ignoring how the room moves with your head.

Ryis’s eyes widen, “You did really? That’s awesome!” He praises, patting your back. Oh. You needed more physical touch right now. “No wonder you’re celebrating!”

You can’t help but let out a giggle, swinging on your chair to cup his cheeks. You had enough of hiding your growing feelings for the carpenter. And so before you could think about it your expression grows shockingly serious. “Why are you so cute?” You say. “It’s not fair, and I think you should kiss me about it. Or at the very least hold my hand. I mean- you are just-“ You squeeze his perfect little cheeks. “So good.”

Ryis blinks, before shaking his head and taking your hands. You did catch how his cheeks had gotten hotter like he’d eaten a pepper. Did that make sense? You hoped that made sense. “How about I ‘kiss you about it’ when you’re sober?” He offers, slowly interlacing your fingers. Watching your drunken brain try and slowly process the words, and process the fact you were holding hands now.

You give a definitive nod. “Yes! I think we have a deal.” You shove your hand at him, with his own. Causing you to blink before you let go and hold up your hand again which he gladly accepts. “Hemlock! Ryis needs a shot!” You call, leaning back in your seat with a happy little squeal.

He lets out a heavy sigh, but he can’t wipe the smile from his face. He was in for a long night, but it was worth it if he got to kiss you tomorrow.

Bonus:

Your head was pounding, and you needed to remind yourself why you should never, ever, drink again. With a groan, you get up to find a note on your bed side table. ’Y/N, here’s aspirin and water. Make sure you stop by so I can kiss you about your accomplishment.

- Ryis.’

A/N: I hope you enjoyed! It’s a little shorter than I would have liked, but nevertheless.

[vanessa-1313]

The Sun and the Star

i've written a little jegulus and icarus parallel and i wanna see what y'all think about it. this is my first little story and it has not been proof read so it might suck 😔 (but please tell me how i can make this better <3)

tw: death, longing (??? idk what fucking counts as a warning)

word count: 463

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Regulus stood at the edge of the cave, gazing at the ocean miles below. He looked up, staring at a point next to the sun. Its brightness blinding him temporarily.

 He remembered his father’s words.

Don’t fly too close to the ocean or else your wings will get wet. Don’t fly too close to the sun or else the wax on your wings will melt.

Regulus edged closer to the ledge. He had to do this. For his father. For himself.

His father placed a hand on his back, between his shoulder blades. He gave Regulus a tired smile. 

“Ready, son?”

Regulus could only nod, his words failing him at that moment. 

The two took a deep breath and jumped. They should’ve fallen straight into the ocean; humans can’t fly after all. It goes against all laws of nature. Humans stay on the ground, birds fly through the sky. But perhaps Athena had truly blessed Regulus’ father because he and his son soared across the sky.

Regulus let out a surprised laugh. He flew up and down – never too close to the sun or the ocean – relishing the air whipping against his face. The force of the wind hurt, yes, and it was painful in a way, but Regulus didn’t mind. He knew pain and hurt. He embraced it. 

He looked up, seeing the beautiful glow of the sun from the corner of his eyes. He saw Helios – magnificent, handsome, wonderful Helios. Helios, with his smooth brown skin and silky dark hair. Helios, with his golden chiton. Helios, with his perfectly shaped full lips. 

Drunk with lust, Regulus flew higher. He wanted to touch Helios’ smooth chest, wanted to run his fingers through his dark locks. 

Regulus’ father cried out. “No! Don’t go any higher, son!”

Regulus didn’t listen. 

His thoughts were consumed by his love for Helios. He couldn’t think of anything else. He couldn’t feel anything else. Not even the hot wax that dripped down his arms and shoulders.

Helios looked down at Regulus and almost smiled. He had to admit, the boy was determined. But alas, as everyone knows, Fate is cruel.

The wax melted almost completely and feathers started falling off of Regulus’ wings. Instead of going up, he started going down.

“Father!” He cried desperately. But would his father do? It was too late for Regulus now.

Regulus fell closer and closer to the ocean, his face still turned towards the sun. He could see his father’s panicked face and the tears streaming down them. He could see Helios, smiling with grief. Gods do not grief mortals, they pity them. Regulus knows this. But maybe Helios felt different.

As water engulfed Regulus, he closed his eyes, surrendering to the darkness. 

The last thing he saw was the sun.

[vallkary]

I wonder what the Sovereign Five saw when the Prime Defenders entered their office for the first time.

A handful of out of control teens? A trio of wanna-be heroes? A group of people with far too much faith and support put behind their shenanigans?

Or did they clock the bags under their eyes from the get-go? Did they see them and assume they simply stayed up too late, or did they see the creases and wrinkles of stress already taking shape on their young faces?

Did they see rowdy children needing to be controlled and disciplined, or did they see them carrying something far too overwhelming for them alone to carry? Did they see them acting out of stupidity? Malice? Believing that they’re too good to give up life saving information?

Maybe things changed when they learned about what happened to Ashe. Did they realize that these kids believed they had a reason to not trust the heroes? Or did they think of them as stupid still, impulsive and believed they jumped to conclusions that got people killed?

Did they see them for what they acted as; soldiers taking on the weight of the world by themselves? Or did they see Icarus across three forms, flying straight for the sun and refusing to heed the warnings?

Dakota’s face was filled with Admiration, Vyncent’s with anger and distrust, and William’s with anxiety, calculating the things they share and how the heroes reacted in turn? What did they see? Who did they believe were in front of them, then?

Who did they see when they explained everything- telling tales of the Spirit World, of the Chaos Realm, of what the Trickster had done? Did they see a level of competence? Or was it all just dumb luck to them?

When their dear friend Ashe walked in- no, the Trickster puppeteering his body- the face of something that had inadvertently costed the lives of thousands, they changed.

Dakota became pure laser focus. Vyncent became rage. William became terror. Did what the heroes see change? Did they see those same rambunctious kids, or did they see a groups of three young heroes who just want their friend back?

Maybe, they thought, that they had simply taken on a foe too strong for them to handle- something they provoked and the heroes would have to clean up.

Maybe they thought of William as a coward when he held onto his friends’ hands, preparing to flee when the demon sauntered in and made itself at home. Maybe they saw more to the Prime Defenders with how they reacted to its taunts, of how it further enraged and terrified them when it chose to speak in Ashe’s voice?

Maybe they realized why William took Dakota and Vyncent and ran when it began its attack. It overtook Archangel within seconds. It probably would’ve killed most of the Sovereign Five in that room if Vyncent, William, and Dakota didn’t return to help the fight.

Who did they see after that?

Three rambunctious children that needed to be disciplined and controlled? Or three heroes trying to save their friend and the world?

[whumpninja]

W. M. D, Part 1.5: Icarus

(I’m not counting this as a full chapter because it’s tiny, but it’s also important so I didn’t want to lump it in with the next full chapter!)

Featuring: living weapon, heavy dehumanization, winged whumpee, falling

Taglist: @whumperofworlds @mysticalburntpaper @scoundrelwithboba @paperprinxe @fruitypineapple00 @silly-scroimblo-scrunkl @lancedoncrimsonwings @1seaweedbrain1 @whumppsychology @ziptiesnfries @maracujatangerine @whumpsoda

The light was too bright. It hurt the eyes. Kestrel squinted in the sun as the blindfold came off, blinking in the glare.

The Doctor was there. Kestrel was not glad to see him- weapons didn’t feel things like glad- but the Doctor was familiar, and familiar things were better than unfamiliar ones. Kestrel stood very still while the Doctor unbuckled the harness around the wings, waiting for the command to stretch them out fully. The breeze ruffled the feathers.

They stood on the edge of a little cliff overlooking the ocean- Kestrel, the Doctor, and another man Kestrel didn’t know very well. The Doctor called him “Mr. Abel.” Kestrel had been ordered to hunt him the day before, but the Doctor had stopped the attack before Kestrel could kill him, or even do any real damage. Kestrel did not understand why the Doctor had done that, but a weapon did not need to understand why it was being used.

“Good day for flying,” the Mr. Abel said, grinning. He grinned too wide- it felt like a predator’s grin, and Kestrel shifted the feet with something that would have been nervousness if a weapon could feel such a thing.

The Doctor toyed with the harness. Kestrel knew that the Doctor did not like the harness being off. It made him nervous for some reason, as if Kestrel would fly away. Kestrel stood very still and tried to look like flying away was impossible to even think of.

“Is he going to just stand there?” the Mr. Abel asked. He shifted his feet in a way that meant he was upset. Kestrel watched his hands carefully in case he struck out.

The Doctor scoffed. “I do not send him out often. He is not accustomed to it.” He stepped close to Kestrel, his gloved hand wrapping around the shoulder. “Go, Kestrel,” he commanded.

Kestrel froze, blinking in confusion. Go? Go where?

The Doctor put his lips next to Kestrel’s ear and whispered the words, the secret words that meant obey. Kestrel's mind stopped, the words obey and go the only things left in it. The wings rose of their own accord, the feathers rustling and arranging themselves in preparation for flight. The eyes stared straight ahead, unfocused and glassy. The legs ran, pounding the grass beneath the feet until suddenly there wasn’t any ground beneath them anymore. And the wings were pumping and Kestrel was flying.

The eyes came back into focus as the influence of the secret words faded. Kestrel glanced down at the ocean, breathing in and out hard. Flying was a lot of work, especially for one not used to it. And there had been no instructions. Just go. Kestrel was always given very specific instructions- attack, pounce, kill. Be still, don't fight, don't resist. Follow orders. This kind of ambiguity was new. And, if weapons were allowed to feel fear, it would have been frightening.

Kestrel wheeled into the wind, letting it lift the wings up, up, up, heading further out to sea. Weapons did not feel things like joy- but Kestrel had never had any difficulty obeying on the rare occasions when the Doctor said fly. Most of the time it was shorter than this- circle around the clock tower twice, then come back to me. This- getting to fly for apparently however long it took for the Doctor to call him back- was new. So much today was new.

Kestrel flapped the wings once, twice, propelling the body higher and higher. The wings were powerful, lifting Kestrel easily. Weapons were supposed to be strong, and the wings were the strongest part of all. A seabird flew past, squawking at what it might have thought was an unusually large bird. Kestrel smiled at it before realizing the mistake, and quickly pulled the face back into a neutral expression. The Doctor would have been very angry if he had seen that...but the Doctor was not here.

It was hard, trying not to feel. Kestrel liked flying, as much as a weapon could like something. The wind under the wings, the sea mist in the hair, the sun in the eyes. Freedom, or as close as Kestrel would ever get to it.

But there was a drawback.

Kestrel had not been told where to go, only to go. When orders were unclear, the usual course of action was to follow the orders until a new one was given. In this case, that meant fly until Kestrel was told to stop flying.

Kestrel couldn't fly forever. The muscles were strong from training, but unused to flying for so long and so far. It was becoming harder to keep the wings pumping, and the wind could only lift Kestrel so high. But there had been no order to land, no order to turn around.

The wetness in the hair was sweat now, rather than just salt. The lungs heaved harder than before. Soaring high was no longer an option; Kestrel skimmed the surface of the sea. The salt stung the eyes, and the weight of the spray was starting to settle more heavily on the wings. Kestrel reached up to brush the damp hair back.

The head ached. Kestrel had never gone so long under one single order. The mind hurt, it wanted the Doctor to call his weapon back. But the Doctor was silent. Kestrel strained to hear a whistle, a call, anything.

There was nothing. Perfect silence. Kestrel couldn't stop flying without an order, but the body couldn't keep flying without a rest. An impossibility. The Doctor liked that word. He liked to do impossible things.

But Kestrel cannot do impossible things. Kestrel can only obey.

That was the last thought in Kestrel's mind before it happened. The wings ran out of strength. They stopped pumping, fluttering limp in the air. Kestrel fell.

Kestrel did not cry out, because Kestrel had not been told to. The weapon fell in perfect silence, plunging into the ocean below.

[generalsdiary]

comfort isn’t Sunday’s thing.

he is like a match, he needs to burn

and burn out till the wooden wick turns black and ashen.

The head of the Oak family. …Former head of the Oak family. “what a joke…” he dryly chuckles. his wrists and ankles shaded red from the shackles and chains they held him in. the cold metal against his soft skin was still fresh in his mind, chaining a Halovian… an angel in chains- so much like the archangel Lucifer- except Lucifer was never a bad guy, nor is Sunday- that’s what he believes at least. or was Sunday more like Icarus, he got too close to the sun- touched the hand of a god, of an Aeon. this ‘freedom’, if he can even call it that, given by Jade- it will surely be short-lived, like a firefly in the summer, burning out his life. what deal did Robin make with that woman? he should find her, he needs to see his sister. make sure that she is okay. behind his heavy eyelids, Sunday recalls how she caught him, held him… silently murmured prayers fall from his lips in hopes that she is okay. he would forsake anyone, anything, even himself- his pride and beliefs and fall on the ground to pray to any Aeon if it meant his sister would be safe. his step is heavy, silenced by the carpet in the empty hotel room. the door clicks as it closes, and he chuckles once again, a self-deprecating laughter. “I failed. At… everything. I couldn’t protect her, I couldn’t give everyone a happy life in the dreamworld- I couldn’t-“ Sunday’s words get stuck in his throat, choking on them, feeling the flower petals bloom inside his throat- constricting his breathing and making his mouth dry. his gaze raises to the ceiling, is he seeking a remnant of Ena?... no… Sunday is regretting his failure. “I was never enough. I didn’t do well... enough.”

gold sun-like eyes fill with hot tears that slowly tread down his cheeks and he falls to his knees. he softly shakes his head and stands back up, “no… no.” Sunday, even in his fall from the sky, he doesn’t allow himself to tread so lowly that he’d weep on the floor. instead, he walks further into the room, which, in his gaze looks distorted, in the same way the world looks when one’s eyes are full of tears threatening to overflow. Sunday’s eyes were now dry, his hands calm without a tremor as he slowly took off his jacket, and another one… and his shirt. the wings usually wrapped around his waist relax and sit behind him, long, light, never seen by another. the gloves come off his hands and he continues until he stands without any restrictions. troubled mind with troubled eyes focused on the clothes laid out on the bed. why are his clothes the only thing he can control right now? Sunday turns his back to the bed, frustration washing over his body. “What’s next… what is it that I can do next? Where… where would I even go?” Sunday’s voice turns to soft mumbles while his back remains straight and shoulders square, even after everything he holds himself up high, elegant, and firm. as if he is always observed by a silent shadow of his past that judges his every move. with a heavy step, he walks into the bathroom and towards the bathtub. a sour sight. the wound’s still fresh. he sits in the normal bathtub, the water filling it slowly, his head hangs over the edge and he sighs. the match has burnt out. the hot water brings him no comfort. Sunday’s mind is on a short pause, a mere breather full of regret and knives pressing against the hill of his throat, as he struggles to swallow the mistakes, the failures, and thoughts of what he could have done differently. mere moments later his head raises again, the vulnerability in them gone, the tundra cold in them once more while he organizes the information in his head and creates a new plan for moving forward. it is all chaos, his mind like books that fell off the shelves, shredded paper flying around with crossed out writing on them, the furniture thrown, flipped over- his mind palace a mess. Sunday made this mess and now he must sit in it. him, a follower of the order.

“… but chaos… is a ladder.”

[oliolioxenfreewrites]

i saw a mythology prompt earlier today to retell the story of icarus from the pov of the sun and i thought of how i would react if i were to experience that idiot as our sun soooo… without further ado:

Too Hot to Handle: The Sun’s Monologue

Shit, here goes another one… I swear, these mortals never learn.

I’m minding my own business, illuminating Earth like I always do—keeping my planets in orbit, growing the various crops, you know, basic life-sustaining stuff—when I notice this kid flapping his way toward me. Yes, toward me. I’m used to people admiring me from a distance (I mean, who wouldn’t?), but this one? Hell, he’s even got that look. That entitled ‘I’m special, the laws don’t apply to me look.’ Give me a break.

Icarus, they called him. What a name… I guess the junior and his dad, Daedalus (who’s at least smart enough to keep his own two feet on the ground as Zeus intended), thought they could outwit gravity with some, now, get a load of this: feathers and candle wax. You heard me—feathers. As if that wasn’t going to end in a spectacular disaster.

Now, before we dive any deeper into his whole little meltdown, let’s be very clear: I didn’t invite him here.

I’m simply doing my job, hanging out in space, radiating warmth, and oh you know, keeping everyone alive. And what does this moron decide to do with his life? He makes it his life’s mission to get up close and personal with me. I mean, I get it—I’m irresistible. But come on, we all know I’m a bit too hot to handle. Wink wink.

His dad warned him, of course… “Don’t fly too close to the sun," he said. Standard dad advice, right? But did Icarus listen? Ha! Of course not. He’s got wings now and arrogantly thinks he’s above it all—literally. Flapping higher and higher, all full of himself, or maybe the fumes from the poorly cured wax. I guess the rules of physics don’t apply when you’re having this much fun.

He's still here, getting closer and closer. And I can't help but wonder, 'Is this kid serious?' You could practically hear, not to mention smell, the wax starting to sizzle into his skin day after day, but nope. He kept coming, eyes wide, like he would make history or something?

Then came the inevitable—meltdown, both literal and figurative. His DIY wings start dripping wax all over the place. Feathers fall like tragic little snowflakes, and I can feel the panic hit him. That oh-no-I-screwed-up moment. I felt myself almost begin to feel bad for his naive hubris, but then I gleefully remembered this is my favorite part of arrogance. Failure.

You thought you could handle me? Please.

And down he goes, straight into the ocean, swallowed up like the wrong idea he came up with. Sploosh. Game over.

All that pointless ambition, that 'I’m-gonna-be-different attitude'—down the drain, along with the wasted feathers and dried wax. Now he’s just another legend (if you could even call him that) about why you shouldn’t fly too close to, well, me.

Now, I never ask for any of this. Do you think I wanted to fry some kid with a god complex? Nah. Enjoyable as mortal naïveté is, I’m simply here, doing what I’ve always done—burning bright, giving life, and occasionally serving a harsh reality check to anyone who thinks they can waltz into my territory without consequence.

But hey, what do I know? I’m just the sun.

I’ve only been doing this for a few billion years. Yet somehow, every so often, someone like Icarus decides that this time will be different. This time, they’ll beat the odds. And every time, without fail, they come crashing back down, wings melted, dreams shattered. You want to bask in my light? Be my guest. Enjoy the warmth; soak it in even, boo. But don’t ever get too cocky. Don’t think you can get too close without suffering consequences. Because trust me, I may shine, but I've never played favorites, and I will scorch your ass without so much as a second (or first) thought.

Icarus learned the hard way, poor thing. But me? Please… I’m still burning brighter than you and your fav, waiting for the next fool who thinks they can handle this scorching sunshine of mine. Spoiler: They can’t.

[sillybayo]

Promise Me?

(Originally posted on AO3 on 5/10/22. You can also read this on fanfiction.net)

A post canon marcanne fic with hurt/comfort, communication, and slight canon complaint. Contains The Beginning of The End and Kid Icarus Uprising spoilers. While watching Marcy play one of her favorite video games, it reoccurs to Anne just how badly she treated her in the past. Maybe they should talk it out a bit?

~~~

The sun was starting to set, and we were just now settling down from a long day of walking and playing around town. On the floor at the bottom of my bed, Marcy had a blanket tied around her neck in the form of a cape, playing on her 3DS. Sitting beside her, I was not watching the screen, but her look. How her expression changes from focused, to surprised, to confusion, to overwhelming joy. I would know what she was reacting to if I didn't tune out the noise from time to time. But, I soon noticed that a part of the game had ended, for the orchestral music was put to a stop, and Marcy's eyes were wide.

"Ohhh Anne, you'll never believe what happened!" She beamed while shaking my shoulder.

"What is it?"

"Pit can't fly anymore! He asked for the power of flight from Viridi, which he used up earlier from a battle, BUT Dark Pit was in danger and he needed to save him! And now that he overused his power he can't fly anymore and it looks like he's deaddd!" She leaned her head back on the edge of the bed and whined. But something must've caught her attention, as she peeped her left eye open and looked at me.

"Hm? What is it?"

She giggled and sat up straight. "You're looking at me like that again!"

Once again, Marcy was ahead of me for I hadn't noticed the smile and warmth across my own face until now. It's painfully obvious to her how much I like her, and I wouldn't be surprised if she knew all along. Not like I'm ashamed of it, anyways. I just wish I could've told her on my own.

"Sorry sorry, I couldn't help myself." I shyly replied. "You're just cute.."

"D'aww, stop it, Anna-Banana!" She teasingly flicked my forehead, my supposed punishment for staring. But she soon snuggled against me, adjusting the stylus in her hand and continuing her game.

Because of Marcy's quick summary of the last chapter, I found myself curious about what would happen next. So I shifted down to her height and watched her play. The game had an angel on the top screen, and characters talking on the bottom. The way she was controlling the game was different compared to others, and it seemed a little hard. But she seemed to do it with ease as if she prepared her whole life for this moment. I eventually found myself interested in the story itself….even though I barely have any clue of what's going on.

And before I knew it, the chapter was put to an end, and Marcy's eyes were sparkling. "He's alive!" She wrapped her arms around me and rejoiced. "He's aliveeee!"

"Shhh, my parents are probably asleep by now!"

"Oops—sorry, you're right!" She whispered. "I'm just so attached! The writer definitely knew what they were doing, because this is just so spectacular! The way the gameplay is implemented, the characters, the voice acting!" She squealed. "You have to play it for yourself!"

"Maybe I will.." I presupposed.

She let go of me and started to start the next chapter, and I began to watch..but I ended up zoning out again, and an old memory returned to my mind. When we had a sleepover, a bit similar to this one, and how Marcy showed us one of her favorite movies. And how we barely paid attention to a word she said. She had the same excited and passionate look on her face, but we didn't bat an eye. And we fell asleep, we always did.

"..You're spacing out again." Marcy waved in front of my face with a weak smile.

"Ah—sorry, just remembering something."

"Did I leave the oven on while making the cookies!?" She jolted up. I guess she was the one who forgot about things this time.

"Nono, I'm pretty sure you didn't, silly!" I booped her nose for a quick tease, followed by her laugh. "It's something else.."

Marcy slouched back down, closing her 3DS and looking back up to me, pouting. "You're frowning.."

"Oh, am I?" I paid attention to my face, and she's right, the smile wasn't there anymore. "Dang, you got me again! Don't worry about it though, I'm probably just tired. It's late anyways!" I stressed.

"You sure? We promised to talk about things that's bothering us from now on, remember?"

Damn! We did promise that. Once we came back from Amphibia and settled down, all three of us talked and thought of ways to make things better. And that was one of them. But wouldn't it upset her if I brought it up again? I wouldn't want that..I don't want to see her smile go away anymore. But the only way to make sure of that is to talk, isn't it?"

Taking a sharp breath, I sat up straight. "It's just..I can't believe this is what I've been missing out on all these years."

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"You know..all those times you were rambling and being all happy..I didn't hear any of it. Even when I tried, I ended up falling asleep or getting distracted."

"Oh." She blinked and clicked her tongue. "..Well, I know you wouldn't do that anymore! And that's all that matters!"

"But I still hurt you, didn't I?" I mumbled. She leaned in a bit closer to listen to me. "You deserved to be heard back then as much as you do now. I know everything's alright now but..I'm still very sorry, Marcy."

I didn't dare look back up at her, but I could feel her staring at me. She's not going to accept my apology, isn't she? I don't blame her..I wouldn't accept it if I were her either. But, I felt a hand on mine, and I averted my gaze back at her to be greeted with her dilated pupils and sweet smile.

"..It did hurt, it hurt me so much. Looking behind me just to see you two asleep made me very upset."

I blinked back a few tears and sniffled. I hurt her that much?!

"But! It isn't your fault. It never was. It wasn't Sasha's, and..honestly, it isn't mine either. It was just a mistake both of you made, and a common one at that. Plus, it's not like I should force you to listen."

"But we did it over and over again! And we kept leaving you out, and using you, and you didn't deserve any of it! We should've known how painful it was for you from the start!" I cried out. "I hate how I acted back then..I just want to go back in time and give you all the love you needed.."

Marcy tightened her grip and rubbed the back of my hand with her thumb, and I didn't understand any of it. Why should she be comforting me? She made her usual face when she's thinking long and hard about something, lightly scrunching up her nose, looking around the room, tapping her finger, and making little noises like "Bapapapapaaa..". She must not be used to talking about such things yet, which is understandable.

Finally, she made a pop with her mouth. "Well, you acknowledge that it hurts now, don't you?"

I nodded.

"And you promise to never leave me out again?"

I nodded again.

"You really promise?" She frowned and furrowed her eyebrows. "This is serious, you know. I don't want to go through that ever again. I'm glad you want to change and that you care about me, and although it isn't your fault, this is still something that should be worked on."

I flipped my hand so it would fit perfectly into hers, blinked back my tears once more and smiled at her. "I promise. Thank you, Mar-Mar."

"Nono, thank you." She consoled me. "If you never brought this up, we would've never fixed it."

I hummed in agreement and squeezed her soft hand. With her other, she gently wiped away my fresh tears that were starting to form, rubbing her thumb against my warm cheek in a soothing motion. After a while of drying away my damp face, it seemed she was lost in thought again.. Sure, she was looking at me, but I couldn't tell a single thought behind her dark brown eyes and she stayed silent and mostly still…maybe she's thinking about how pretty my eyes are and how she could stare into them for hours? Wait no Anne stop—don't think about that! This is serious!

"Mmm.." Marcy finally spoke. "Can you promise me one more thing tonight? Just to make it fair."

"Shoot."

"If you think you're about to go to sleep, can you at least let me know first?" She requested. "That way it won't hurt as much?"

"Oh, yeah sure! I don't mind that at all."

"Cool!" She beamed, and I couldn't help but smile at her relie— "WAIT nono one more thing," Well that was short lived. "Do I have to tell you when I'm about to ramble? I feel like I have to..if I had before then everything would've been alright.."

"No, you don't need to do that at all, I love hearing from you!"

Her face noticeably changed from a medium brown tone to a dark red and her eyes widened. "Well, if you say so.." Clasping her hands together, she looked away from me..maybe I should've kept that one to myself.

"...You can go back to playing your game now if you want." I advised, helping her hide her embarrassment..and hopefully mine.

"Y-yeah! I will! Thanks for the talk Anne!" And she swiftly scooped up her game, opened it up, and went back to playing as if barely anything happened. Scooting right back next to her though, I noticed the redness returning to her face, and she focused in front of her, as if she was trying not to look at something else.

"A-affectionate tonight, aren't we?"

"Hm? Do you want me to get off for now?"

"Nono! Don't get off! I'm just..not used to this.." She explained. "I-I mean I am! But tonight..it feels a lot different. It feels..more focused. Like, it's not something I could just think of once and turn away from anymore.."

And then my cheeks were a dark red. "Mm, I gotcha." I said, laying my head on her shoulder. "Just tell me if you want me to stop and slow down, alright?"

"I will." She said surely. "I'm glad we got to talk like this..it feels nice."

"I'm glad too, Marcy."

[feast-of-fallen]

When people invoke the myth of Icarus to highlight someone's/their own hubris, they're invoking the wrong myth. You always hear the "fly too high" part of the story, but that wasn't the whole of it. Icarus flew too high, where the sun softened the wax, and also flew too low, where the spray from waves weighed down his wings. These things together caused him to fall to his death. It's not a story about hubris or over extending your reach, it's about balancing your indulgences, which is why Daedalus was able to fly the straight and narrow path to safety. Bellerophon is your guy if you want to talk about hubris. His self-righteousness led him to attempt to fly Pegasus up Mount Olympus to the seat of the gods, never once thinking that just because he could, didn't mean he should, and was sent crashing down as a direct punishment. It's stupid and not really important but it fills me with white hot nerd rage when these two stories are conflated.

[vibinsane]

soon.

i build walls and keep my distance my soul deeply yearns for the love and kindness i have to chain her down before she can get too close like icarus to apollo yet these sweet words you've been saying to me even when i try to push you away day by day you keep proving to me that in the end it's futile and i woke up today wanting to see your smile and fuck this is becoming dangerous yet it's something i admittedly want i want to be close to you and create memories of just us two i could dive into the ocean or fly straight into the sun drown in the depths of your love or melt right into your warm arms you could ruin me and tear me into two but something inside tells me to believe in you and hey you just got here so please don't leave so soon

[loopsy-d]

Damijon <3

 -Here are some of my favorite easy reads for Damian x Jon:

1. #SoftRobin by misty7books - 7,161 words, Oneshot, Social Media Fic.

Damian is unexpectedly left alone in Gotham for a month as the rest of the batfamily are busy elsewhere. It is during this time that Gotham gets to know and fall in love with their youngest vigilante (and a hero from Metropolis too, urgh).

2. Why does Damian need ridiculous excuses? by InterPlanetary_Redacted - 7,409 words, Oneshot, Highschool AU

Damian has to participate in the school musical in some way so he can pass his Music Theory class. Jon was already planning to audition. Getting to play opposite his boyfriend is going to be fun, but not for Bruce when he insists the family watch the performance.

3. You made me believe in love by jj_blues - 11,204 words, 5 chapters, Damian isn’t robin AU, Discontinued.

Jon is a huge fan of the mango smoothie from that one seafood restaurant on the island, but he's an even bigger fan of the hot waiter with the striking green eyes.

4. 'Cause I Made My Mind Up You're Going to Be Mine by poisonivory - 6,459 words, Oneshot.

“Damian's been acting strange. Jon's unprepared for the reason why.” Damian tries to court Jon, but conveniently forgot to tell him about it. Misunderstandings happen.

5. Your Name Carved in Stone by Cirth - 10,349 words, 3 chapters + Completed. Ace!Damian. TW: non-graphic injury, hinted depression, Some racism and micro-aggressions.

“Think clean thoughts, Robin.”

It was an outrageously old-fashioned choice of words, and it took Damian a few moments to realise, with creeping embarrassment, what his father meant.

6. A Classic Cold Brew by Chimie_Chat - 123,136 words, 23/?, Ongoing, Coffee Shope AU. Summer Romance.

The one thing any sixteen year old wants is a car. Jon Kent is no exception. He gets a summer job at a coffee shop in Metropolis in order to save up. He's expecting a long summer of long hours at minimum wage. What he doesn't expect is the big city crazies, the sheer number of frappuccinos, and a very attractive regular.

BONUS:

A really sad angst fic that I did cry too...

And Again, Icarus Falls by 061828 - 3,336 words, Oneshot. Major Character Death.

The story of Icarus takes on a whole new meaning when you can fly, but Jon conceded Icarus couldn’t do what he could do. Because if it were Jon? He would fly straight into the sun and let it burn him up.

[astridthevalkyrie]

chand ko chakor dekhe, tujkho naseebo wala (the bird looks at the moon, a lucky one looks at you) | hawks x reader | chapter 3

“You’ve died twice? From clocks? “I know you’re not blind to the rocks and debris flying literally everywhere! The world would be better off without you in it!” you scream at the villain. The machine is even louder as it breaks and jams into the ground. “Flying building pieces or something, I don’t know—one hit me yesterday. The first day I got knocked into a wall, and then I woke up hugging my body pillow. Same thing the next day. And the next, and the next. Did my number three pro hero partner save me? No, he let me get stuck in a fucking time loop!” Or, you’ll do a lot of things with infinite time on your hands, but falling in love with Keigo Takami isn’t one of them.

a/n: yello

warnings: afab reader with she/her pronouns, contemplations of suicide (with the understanding that she will reset), nudity, more death and more rudeness lol

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The fight is never long anymore. You use nearfar! airforce! (who the actual shit let you make these names as a teenager) and bring Mr. Clock to his knees while Hawks jams the machine, feather in one hand and strawberry beverage in the other. He ends it so quickly that his red demon children have time to scoop you up, dumping you straight into his arms.

Bridal. Style. 

Oh, he’s full of shit.

You hate to admit it. Hate hate hate hate hate to admit it. But maybe Hawks’ idea of a meal isn’t the worst thing in the world. His sugary, pink, fruity-just-like-him-haha drink is somewhat rejuvenating, particularly for a woman who dies everyday (y’know, a real woman, not any of those fake fucks who just go around living all the time).

And the drink mixed with the best fried chicken ever you have to try them nightingale you have to they’re so good is actually one of the best combinations you’ve had in a long time, plus you have all the days ahead of you to completely indulge until you get sick of the taste and jump off a cliff at just the thought.

For someone who’s adjusted to the idea that this little sitch may last forever, you’re handling it well. Eating fried chicken and sipping pinkity drinkities. Today you’d decided to inform Hawks about the lil time loop situation much earlier, pre Clock Moron. He’d brought you to his favorite fried chicken joint immediately, something he’d never done before—you assume it has to do with the early morning.

“He’s tied up and ready to go, fellas!” With a thumbs up in the cops’ direction (accompanied by your middle finger(s), you didn’t forget the time that moron shot you), Hawks speeds off andhe’sthefastestmaninJapanforareasonholyshit. If you hadn’t been in the air since you were a wee cutesy little gremlin, you’d be scared.

Now does this beg the question of why the number three hero is giving you a romantic flight? Yes, maamsirlord, it certainly does.

“Are we going somewhere in particular?” From this angle, his ratty hair looks a little too gorgeous breezing in the wind. “Or are you planning to take me up into the sun and kill me, Icarus?”

“It’d take at least two hundred days to fly into the sun. Do you wanna be in my arms that long, songbird? I’d do it if you weren’t resetting.” Hawks smirks down at you and your stomach does this disgusting fucking flip that it has no business doing. 

When he seats you, you relax at the feel of metal, leaning back against the familiar feeling of your favorite bridge. Hawks perches above you, and you both stare out into the bustling city. Pretty sight, for now. Eventually you’ll get sick of it just like you’ll get sick of everything else except maybe possibly potentially your partner (because he’s a person and people don’t remain static even when they’re repeating, right? right?) so you enjoy it while you can.

“I could just…” You look down, sighing. “Turn off aerial and fall. I’ll wake up again tomorrow hugging my body pillow anyways.”

He doesn’t say anything, but in a flash you feel a hand grab your shoulder, pulling you back. You look up, alarmed, as he stares back at you with almost the exact same expression. 

“Don’t—”

“I’m not committing, I’m just, thinking about it, I guess.”

“Don’t think about it.” There’s a strange expression on his face, and you come to terms that no matter the day, you never actually see Hawks’ reaction to your corpse since the deaths are almost always immediate. “Just…float up here, yeah?”

You cock your head, but do as he says. “Jeez, birdie, who d’you think you’re talkin’ to? You don’t need to talk me down. I’m just saying maybe it’s better than waiting for it to happen.” 

“Sounds pretty suicidal to me.”

“Can you blame me?” 

“No.” Once you’re seated on his lap and facing him (shut the fuck up, it’s not the first time it’s happened, colleagues can do this shit with each other ohsorrydidanyonethinkyouwouldFRIENDzonehim? nocolleaguezoningisFARworse) (okay sorry it’s only the second time it’s ever happened and both of you were drunk the first time), the hero pushes your hair away from your face, resting his hand on your forehead. “Just, trust me. I don’t think you should descend into madness yet. What have you tried so far?”

With a sigh, you recount. “Movie, orgasm, charity, prayer, screaming, and a bunch of variations of those.”

“Maybe you need a hobby. Or a goal.” His hand doesn’t move. “Is there anything you really want to do?”

For a second, you think, then your eyes light up. “I could murder all the top pro heroes.”

He snorts. “Jumped to murder a little quick there. And why not murder villains first?”

“I thought about that. But I don’t really know where any of the villains are. Oh, I guess I can murder the clock guy first.”

“Or, you could have fun with this first. Experiment a little.”

“And how do you suggest I do that?”

A pause, then Hawks gives you a boyish grin. 

“Wanna make tomorrow me’s life the best one yet?”

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When the beat drops and Hawks flies into the air, you do too, but instead of going right while he goes left, you fly to the top of the store and scream.

At the top of your lungs.

Everyone looks, but no one actually glances for more than a second except Hawks, who is looking at you in bewilderment (you didn’t tell him today, for the hell of it, and also because yesterday-Hawks-you-kinda-miss-him told you it would be way funnier this way). 

So to make these bitchass people pay attention to you, you unleash your ultimate move.

Hurricane. Kickass, yeah?

In a second, everyone in the immediate area is flying. In your air. Your wind.

(Apparently there’s some wannabe loser at Shiketsu High who can also do this but you’d like to see if he could. Uh. Die. And stop being a copycat.)

You toss all the kids in the area to the sides THEY’RE FINE RELAX except maybe THAT SEXIST KID who you dropped slightly harder. Once, they’re all out of the view, and the machine is broken, and everyone is actually looking at you in awe—

You take a hold of the dress you’re wearing instead of your uniform, and with a hard tug and full knowledge that you have nothing under it, rip it right off yourself.

Someone screams. That’s dramatic.

Hawks’ feathers all look sharper than normal, and his face is an adorable shade of crimson. “Ah, Nightingale, you…uh…”

Now, you do love to leave him speechless. There’s this tiny little fluttering in your (bare) chest as he stares, mouth opening and closing.

But you don’t feel the same about the cops who arrest you three minutes after that.

Welp.

Murder it is.

—————————————————

“Hello, Gang Orca.” Flashing a wicked smile just like all your least favorite criminals do, you ascend in front of him, holding out your hands in a grand display of villainy. “I’m here to—”

Before you can even finish the sentence, he’s on top of you, jumping much higher than you anticipated, grabbing your head, and smashing your head into the hard cement.

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“STUPID FUCKING SHARK!” you scream into your pillow, kicking. “DIDN'T EVEN SAY I WAS THERE TO KILL HIM, DOES HE JUST DO THAT TO ANYONE WHO LOOKS AT HIM THE WRONG WAY? THAT HURT, GODDAMMIT, FUCK SHARKS, WE’RE GONNA NEED A BIGGER BOAT, I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM—”

A quick search online shows you that orcas are actually whales.

Whatever. You’ll kill him either way. This time for sure.

[stevethehairington]

sending this as a reply to my ask abt your tommy/stommy hc’s cause either there’s a character limit on replies or my app is glitching.

i love steddie sm and am a very monogamous person so i feel like it’s cheating whenever i read stommy stuff if they’re past a time when steve could be with eddie (no judgement to any poly folks!it’s just not my cup of tea) but i genuinely LOVE stommy hc’s where they’re into each other before steve meets eddie/eddie even shows up on steve’s radar. i’m literally eating up your take on stommy ~we’re just fooling around cause teen boys are horny and have needs~ but with secret feelings.

and don’t get me wrong, i’m a fan of lot of different takes on steve and his queer development. but in a lot of fics his first gay experiences are with eddie (whether he knew he liked men before eddie or not), so it’s fun to think about him messing around with tommy (maybe steve realizes he has feelings for tommy, maybe he thinks they’re just bros bein bros and everyone does this…until eddie’s like hold on i thought you were straight, why are u trying to offering to blow me??) <- sorry i got lost in that hc lmao

your characterization of tommy is so great! i’ve never thought too much on his background other than him and steve being confused baby bi/gays not understanding that their feelings for each other do not fall under the ‘normal heterosexual umbrella’. like your hc of him being a middle child out of five siblings in a divorced household and craving attention wherever he can get it feels so right

also i will 100% check your fics out as soon as i can get a grip on my school assignments. the end of the semester is creeping up and i’m not far off from flying a little too close to the sun when it comes to putting finals prep off. (hope u liked my icarus ref, i still need to read eddie’s book as well lol)

ah, yeah, there is a character limit in tumblr notes. i don't know what the actual number is, but it's definitely not long enough lol and it's SO annoying that if you've got a lot to say you gotta keep breaking it up.

anyways. i can totally understand that! seeing your faves with other people, whether it's individually or together with others isn't always what you wanna see! they are your favorite pairing for a reason, presumably, so it makes sense you wanna see the two of them happy together alone.

whiiiiiiiich is what makes stommy so fantastic, because tommy is really only in the picture before eddie. sure, they were all in school together at the same time, and surely have crossed each other's paths then, BUT in terms of like onscreen canon, by the time we are introduced to eddie, tommy is long gone.

tommy being The First for steve, whether he knows it or not, is literally my f a v o r i t e. like you see all these posts saying eddie was steve's bi awakening or that jonathan was - and those are great posts!! i love those posts!! those are both great concepts!! BUT i am firmly in the camp that there was someone BEFORE eddie, BEFORE jonathan, and that person was tommy.

and like the thing about tommy is there is SO much to work with!!! tommy (and carol too) is SUCH a bare bones character in the show that it is SO easy to take him and run with him. but at the same time, there is just enough little detail and nuance in his character's portrayal that there's SO much to build off of! and because of that you can literally take stommy in any direction you want to!! like, tommy has feelings for steve, but is so unwilling to acknowledge them that he keeps it to himself and suffers silently for the rest of his life only to finally face those feelings years and years later, when its too late, and have to live with the regret of never doing or saying anything about it back then? FANTASTIC! tommy has feelings for steve and makes a move and steve is receptive because he ALSO has a crush on tommy? EXCELLENT! tommy has feelings for steve and makes a move and steve ISNT receptive because he DOESNT share those feelings? DELICIOUS, WE LOVE UNREQUITED FEELINGS! and even MORE delicious - if years down the line steve thinks back on that moment and realizes, no, it wasn't that he didn't feel the same, it's just that he didn't know what those strange feelings were and interpreted them as nonreciprocation when in fact they were the exact opposite!! YES! tommy and steve fool around and never put a name to it because that makes it Real and Real is scary, so it's just a Thing they do that never gets acknowledged, despite the fact that it actually meant A Lot for both of them? GIVE ME A SPOON, I AM EATING IT UP!!! there are just so many flavors of stommy and all of them are SO good.

i'm glad you love the "we're just fooling around cause teen boys are horny and have needs - but with secret feelings" headcanon!! it's genuinely one of my favorites for them (and honestly i love reading that for steddie too! it's just a fun trope in general no matter who it is!!) i just love it when theyre totally OBLIVIOUS to the reality of the situation and to what it actually means to both of them - because it DOES mean something to both of them. they're both under the impression that it's totally casual for the other, but it is, in fact, not, and that kind of miscommunication is just deeeelicious. it's one of my favorite things to see in fics and hcs and stuff when steve has all these really gay experiences and grows up thinking that ALL guys have these experiences only to look back on it and realize oh. OH. that WAS really gay of me.

to your next point, yes!! exactly!! there are a lot of fics that have eddie be steve's first foray into any sort of homosexual activity or queer awakening, and i DO love those, i will ALSO eat those up with a spoon!! but you're so right, it's SO fun to see it where eddie ISN'T his first. like i fully believe that the seeds of steve's queer awakening were sown from VERY early on in his life (aka his relationship with tommy - whether the feelings get acknowledged or not). if steve doesn't realize it back then while it's happening, then he certainly does in the future when he finally looks back on it all and confronts that behavior/those feelings.

i also LOVE the hc that steve has had more queer experiences than eddie. like, i definitely think that eddie figured out that he liked boys way before steve ever did, BUT steve has still had more queer experiences because he never really saw them as that. he thought sometimes kissing your boy best friend was normal - you've got to get your practice somewhere right? or jerking off your boy best friend isn't weird, it's just a hand. it's just convenience. and eddie, of course, is a queer gay virign - the hill i will die on skjfls.

sooooo YEAH steve propositioning eddie and eddie being just absolutely shook by that because holy shit did steve harrington just say he wants to suck my dick? while steve is just sitting there all casual because it's just another friday night between bros for him. LOVEEEE THAT flkjgfd. that is an excellent hc 👏 love it when that kind of thing happens and eddie is like uhhhh dude. that's hella gay. to which steve is like no?? me and tommy used to do that all the time?? and eddies just like steve. my dude. my guy. you and tommy were hella gay with each other. and it's only in this moment that steve like takes a step back and reevaluates all the shit he and tommy got up to and realizes that, holy shit, yeah, eddie is RIGHT. that all WAS very fucking gay. and shit, maybe he DID actually have feelings for tommy back then, huh. that inexplicable feeling back then suddenly makes a whole lotta sense now. (and then ofc steve rolls with that so quickly and goes, so like can i suck your dick or not? to which eddie loses his fucking mind skfjsf.)

thank you so much!!! that means a lot to hear!! characterization is super important to me so that really makes me so happy you think that!! it is my Civic Duty on this good earth to spread the tommy hagan/stommy agenda and open as many people's eyes to it as i can sldjdsfs.

but yeah! like i said, i just love thinking about tommy. i have a degree in psychology so i LOVE thinking about like what goes on in people's brains and what makes them tick and behave the way they do and what their driving factors are and where those might have stemmed from. so applying all of that to my favorite blorbos is a definite favorite passtime of mine lol. i'm glad it could intrigue you too!!

and ahh thank you!! i hope you enjoy the fics when you do get around to reading them! good luck with your school assignments!! you've got this!! (and yess haha excellent icarus ref 👏)

[olliethescribe]

Hi Ollie!

Do you have many head canons of what Hypno’s favorite dishes to cook are and maybe what Warren’s favorite dishes to cook with him are?

Hmmmm, I do love this question very much :] To be honest, despite headcanoning Hypno as a good cook, I’ve never thought of him cooking. I mostly picture him baking but that’s because I’m a baker 💕

I can see him and Warren making pasta dishes together, the more involved types such as handmade ravioli since there are aspects of those dishes that give both of them things they can do while also having tasks they can do together. I imagine they’d watch some documentary/cooking show on Italian food and, like most beginners, assume they can do it first try. They can’t. There’s ravioli filling on the ceiling, they’re both covered in flour, and the dough is somehow too crumbly and too wet at the same time. And while they failed at it, at least they failed at it together :]

I can practically see the look they exchange and the quiet laughter that comes with it that becomes a full on uproar of joyous disbelief. There’s intermittent giggles as they clean up their half-baked attempt off the floor and walls and ceiling (Hypno’s holding Warren up while Warren cleans with a rag), struggling to keep a straight face or be upset with themselves. Warren says something about their hubris and Hypno responds with some misremembering about Icarus flying too close to the sun. Once it’s all clean they finally sit down. And while they’re eating their back-up meal and watching TV together they see another dish they wanna attempt and think they could nail this one. And then the cycle continues anew.

I love these two so much 💖