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[giggly-moon]

(Elpenor Anon)

Mentor and the Mentee

Elpenor is many things: an excellent swordsman, an agile runner, a gifted climber, short, traumatized, etc. But one aspect of him, is most aware of when he walks into a room; he, Elpenor of Nowhere (an affectionate title given by the crew), is chaos incarnated and in the simplest, most eloquent of terms, a little shit.

His antics of being the little shit of the crew involves pranks and taunts, and he doesn’t discriminate. No matter who you are or what your title is, Elpenor is willing to prank you for a few giggles and snickers. Not even Odysseus, the Captain and the King of Ithaca, is safe from his light-hearted taunts and pranks, which usually involves calling him short or height related pranks (despite Odysseus being a good 4 inches taller than Elpenor himself). All he wants is to see people loosing up and lighten up the ship. That’s why he’s doing his latest and most daring prank, which will backfire in the most spectacular way for Elpenor.

But first, some context of what his latest prank is. When the crew was docked at an island, Elpenor found batches of colorful flowers growing in an hidden spot. Making sure it’s safe to touch, (and praying it’s not a god’s secret garden) he plucked up a good amount of the flowers, and went back to the crew. With the help of Lycaon, he discovered that these flowers, when crushed up and mixed with water, has the magical property to be used as dyes that would temporarily change the color of anything it touches, and revert back to the original color in a few hours. This knowledge gave Elpenor a wicked idea, which is the main goal for his latest prank. So biding his time and being patient, he managed to crush up all the flowers into a fine paste, put it in a bucket, and added water, leading him to have a bucket of temporary dye to dump on an unfortunate crewmember.

But he’s going higher, higher than the other crew mates. He’s going after Eurylochus, the second-in-command and his somewhat mentor. But he’s not going to just dump it and run; no, no, no! He’s going to put it above Eurylochus’ door before he even wakes up, run and hide, and let the chaos happen. The stern man has to lighten anyways. So the mischievous weasel put his plan in motion. He woke up early, got a ladder, and started to put the bucket on top of Eurylochus. Here is where it went wrong. You see, Elpenor forgot one significant detail: he forgot that Eurylochus wakes up extra early to run around and wake himself up, so he wasn’t in the room, and was, in fact, walking towards his room to freshen up.

However, Elpenor was unaware of this and was too busy trying to balance the bucket on top of the door to notice the man approaching. But he noticed soon enough.

“What are you doing?” came Eurylochus’ stern and questioning voice, wanting an explanation from his mentee. 

Startled, Elpenor flinched harshly, forgetting he was on a ladder, and lost his balance. He fell to the floor with a thud, and in just a couple of seconds later, the bucket landed on top of Elpenor’s head, pouring the contents all over him. A moment of silence went by before the younger meekly lifted the bucket up, showing a nervous eye and a sheepish smile.

“H-Hi Eurylochus, sir” was all Elpenor got out, as he quietly lifted the bucket off his head, allowing to see the full force of the older’s unamused stare. “What were you doing?” was the response he received, as Eurylochus scanned over the younger’s sheepish body language, scrutinizing every single detail to make sure he understood what was happening.

Elpenor tried to say something, to squeak something coherent out to possibly try and get out of what will inevitably happen. But all he could was stammer incoherently, as his eyes nervously dashed all around. And in a single, impulsive thought, Elpenor scrambled up to his feet and ran.

Well, he tried to, but two strong arms grabbed him and trapped him to a chest. “oh no you don’t” Eurylochus said as his hand squeezed rapidly at the younger’s hip, causing Elpenor to cackle and giggle uncontrollably, as he was unable to get away as one of his worst spot were targeted. He could kick and squirm all he wanted, but he knows he could never escape Eurylochus’ grasp unless he wants him to.

Slowly, Eurylochus lowered his victim to the floor, making sure to keep him trapped in a cycle of giggles. The moment Elpenor’s knees hit the wood floor, the hand that was tormenting hip switched to scratch one side of Elpenor’s ribs, causing to the victim to cackle even more.

“what. were. you. doing?” 

“NOTHIHEING!”

“You’re a liar.”

well he was, but he didn’t have to point it out. Eurylochus started to tickle the grooves in his ribs, causing Elpenor let out a series of giggly snorts. “Those cute noises, can you make some more?” Eurylochus teased, turning Elpenor’s face red. 

“SHUHUHT UPP!” was all he got through his laughter, trying his best to get away. All that did was make the hand travel from his ribs to the backs of it, making Elpenor collapse in shrieky laughter.

“Don’t tell me to shut up, young man.” the man scolds lightly, acting like he’s not turning Elpenor into a blushing and laughing puddle. “Especially when you were about to prank me, you should be grateful this is all you’re getting.”

“IM-IMHEM SOHOHRRY!” Elpenor got out, as his face flushed.

“I’m glad you are, but you have to reap the reward of your efforts, even though it didn’t work.”

This tickly torment continued until Elpenor’s laughter started to be interrupted with a bout of hiccups, indicating that it’s a good time to wrap it up. Eurylochus stopped, but not before blowing a couple of raspberries onto Elpenor’s neck, making him let out some shrieks.

Elpenor let out some more hiccupy giggles, as he softly placed onto the floor. He felt a hand ruffle his wet hair (he forgot that he got a bucket poured on his head)

“did I kill you?” Eurylochus asked amusedly, as he waits for him to calm down.

“someday you will.” was all Elpenor could say.

Eurylochus patted him on the head and pull him up, before pushing towards his room.

“Come up, go to your room and change, your clothes are soaking wet.” Elpenor pouted and allowed his mentor to push him to his room. The pair got there and Elpenor opened his door, but before he could enter his room, he heard Eurylochus’ amused voice say one last thing before leaving.

“By the way, pink is a good color on you.” 

Elpenor allowed those words to sink in for a moment, as he remembered what was in the contents of the bucket. he dashed to a mirror to see what actually happened, and lo and behold, his hair was entirely pink, temporarily dyed by the flowers.

“…….Shit.” was all he could let out as he mentally prepares to never live this down again.

WHAT THE FUCK HOW DID YOU WRITE THAT SO FAST???? IM IMPRESSED GOD DAMN

but anyway THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE I LOVE IT!!!!! you captured the exasperated fondness so well and the dynamic between elpenor and eurylochus is so adorable <333 also the mental image of elpenor with pink hair? absolutely wonderful

[giggly-squiggily]

Remember when for an ask game I asked for a Genya tickle one? Well…I took that as inspiration and turned it into a fic! And I figured out how to copy the link so I don’t just have a block of text…I tagged you in it so I don’t know if you’d see it, but here:

https://www.tumblr.com/flyinginvelaris/735644406567354368/scar?source=share

(by the way if you want me to stop sending in so many asks, please just say something! I’d hate to be a bother!)

AHHH I LOVED IT! 😍😍😍😍😍😍 It was so cute! And great work with the formatting! I went ahead and reblogged it so we can all enjoy! 🥰

(Friend, never! I love your messages 🥰 I’m just super out of it lately so I haven’t been able to answer them: but I promise I love hearing from you! 🙏🏻💖)

[bamsara]

"youve already written that trope" yesss. i like it a lots. i will be writing it again. 1000 stories of the same trope over and over again for ten million years

[emilykaldwen]

I FINALLY watched Saltburn and now I very curiously dove into this and just know that Im kicking my feet on the couch over this. It’s so good!! And the graphs and pictures you included!! I never wish I understood math more than this ☺️

I loved this! Thank you for sharing 😍

The Golden Ratio - Masterlist

Pairing: Michael Gavey (Saltburn) x f!reader Warnings: Derogatory language, angst, eventual smut (applicable warnings will be added to both parts) Word count: ~10k

Summary: It's Fresher's Week at Oxford University. Professor Byrne has set the Mathematics students an ice breaker activity; research and present back to the class your own example of the Fibonacci Sequence. The only catch is that they have to do so in pairs, and the arrogant, self-proclaimed genius she picks as her partner seems less than enthused to work with her...

Author's note: A birthday gift for @assortedseaglass - happiest of birthdays to you, lovely Hilde! I don't have a tag list. Please follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications. Community labels are for cops.

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[innerenigma]

•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•

It's not cringe anymore (it SHOULDN'T be cringe anymore), just do it. You're doing something you enjoy, who cares what anybody else says! So spread the words my fellow internet brethren.

Spread the Word :)

[notrobinsomethingworse]

Dick (Nightwing) and Jason (Robin) stare at Bruce. One sports pleading eyes, the other a shit eating grin. There’s a child between them with black hair and blue eyes.

Bruce, he doesn’t know what’s happening but he doesn’t like it: No.

Dick, grinning: He’s our younger brother now.

Jason, nodding seriously: You’re not gonna take him from us.

Tim, got kidnapped while taking photos of patrol, just happy to be there: Where’s the Batcave?

Bruce: what.

Dick, grinning wider: He’s ours now.

[gongyussy]

deepthroating a gun without breaking eye contact...... he put his entire gongyussy into that | SQUID GAME 2

+ the video because the sound he makes when he puts the gun in his mouth? [redacted]

update: he improvised that. the man really said i'll go full slut.

[shaftking]

Ao3 is actually massively culturally important and very very good at being what it is. I’m so serious when I say that ao3 needs to be protected as the anti censorship, by fans for fans, nonprofit, volunteer run, expertly designed archival site that it is. You don’t have to read or like fanfiction to understand that on principle, ao3 is a site that should be defended.

[everwalldigan]

I love the idea of all the robins kinda being clones of each other with just a few differences and a concussed Bruce not being able to tell who he’s squinting at so he just says generic statements and avoids saying any names

Bruce (sitting at the breakfast table): so… how’s the weather… dick?

Jason (grinning): you do know I’m gonna hold this against you for like, the next 2 months right

Bruce: (groans into his hands)

Bruce (walking into the living room): hey have you read through the files I gave you yesterday?

Dick: (confused cause he took a day off to surprise Bruce) ?

Bruce: so?

Dick: er… no?

Bruce: Dick?? What are you doing here?

Bruce (walks into the kitchen with a fresh concussion): Jason? I thought you were on a mission with the outlaws?

Tim: (frozen through mid fridge raid, having assumed they were past Bruce calling him Jason since yk. He’s a shit brickhouse now and Tim is, well, obviously not): uh?

Bruce: *turns around and leaves*

Bruce: Oh hey Cass, when did you arrive from Babs’?

Damian: (slowly turns around in the black hoodie he’s wearing) we’re not even the same gender

Bruce: (under his breath) yeah but the same height

[dcxdpdabbles]

Danny: Ugh, they're back again

Jazz: Don't make that face at paying customers. Do you want to make a portal back home?

Danny rolling his eyes: Yes

Jazz: Then we need to get enough money to buy the parts. If that means waiting tables at a barely legal dinner, where idiots hit on us, then we wait those stupid tables. Now go over there and get the Waynes to leave us a 200 tip.

Danny: Fine, but only if you do too!

Jazz: *Tighten her apron straps into an hourglass figure* Way ahead of you.

Danny: *Rolling eyes but does the same*

Meanwhile with the Waynes

Bruce: It's so nice to go out to eat with you all

Alfred: Indeed. It's a nice change, don't you agree, children?

Wayne kids: *hyperventilating*

Bruce Not looking up from his phone: The Fenton siblings?

Alfred: Indeed, sir. It seems like Master Dick, Master Jason, and Miss Cass are going to attempt to speak to Ms. Fenton today. Master Tim, Master Damian, Master Duke, and Miss Steph don't seem mentally ready to look Mister Fenton in the eye. Bets?

Bruce: Dick chokes on his fork again. Tim face plants on the table, and Steph once again speaks in gibberish after forgetting the entire English language.

Alfred: Very good, sir.

[valtsv]

are we still doing this because i have a late submission

[noodles-and-tea]

Just some more thoughts on that jayvik dbh au

[haveihitanerve]

I love how people are like Jason Todd was a demon child and all the other robins were angels compared to him like lmao robin!Jason was a fucking delight what do you mean

Dick showed up at the manor with a blue stuffed animal elephant and the rage of 100 men and the only thing thats changed is that the elephant is grey now

Tim showed up with blackmail on the fucking Batman and bullied him into accepting him as robin

Damian popped up on the doorstep holding a fucking katanna

Meanwhile robin!jason was jumping from building to building squealing robin magic! and would spontaneously hug Batman. he loved reading shakepeare knowledge and literally screamed golly jee willickers as the highest curse word in his vocabulary.

Robin!Jason was a goddamned fucking delight and all the other ones were the little demon children lmaooo

[frownyalfred]

actually now that I’m thinking about it, Bruce showing up to the Watchtower last minute in one of Nightwing’s domino masks because he can’t wear the cowl for some reason and everyone (bizarrely) assumes that the new, handsome (if slightly older) vigilante must be a New Bat and maybe even a partner of Nightwing’s and Bruce isn’t correcting them because he’s trying to avoid drawing attention to his face/voice/mannerisms outside of the cowl (or maybe he’s injured enough he can’t talk too) and they start talking to him about Batman until Clark shows up and is like wait a minute…why do I know that heartbeat who IS this Nightwing lookalike…is so funny to me

[legolambi]

say it with me melvik pre series toxic situationship