#other’s fics

[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 :)

[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

[valtsv]

are we still doing this because i have a late submission

[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

[swordsandholly]

Thinking about a mechanic!AU where the 141 boys run a garage and need a new receptionist. They hire you because you’re just so cute (great tits) and have a decent resume but it becomes a slight problem when they realize you’re a bit… dense.

Total ditz to be precise.

But they can’t really get mad when you get the keys for clients mixed up and look at them with those big eyes all teary and a little pout pushing out your lower lip.

Price is the most patient, perfectly content to walk you through how to file paperwork and fill out forms. Instructing you in a low voice while his breath brushes the shell of your ear. It’s really their fault for having such a terrible system, you know? Don’t worry about it too much, dove. He’ll settle his big hands on your shoulders and gently trace up and down your arms. See? You’re getting it. Just needed some more practice, hm?

Johnny is more than happy to show you around the garage, rattling off everything he knows about all those nitty gritty details that go right over your pretty little head. He’ll pop open the hood of some sports car and point to the engine to show it off. No, bonnie, you’ve got tae get in close. Closer.

Until you’re bent entirely over in one of those too-short skirts you wear everyday. It takes all his willpower not to yank you into the supply closet.

Gaz is just so sweet to you. Always bringing you little treats and candies to suck on. To help you concentrate, of course. Always greeting you with a soft ‘baby girl’ at the beginning of your shift. Whenever you’re standing around be it at the printer or counter - wherever really - he’ll slip a hand on your waist. It always trails a little lower, his pinky just edging on the hem of your too tight jeans.

Ghost gets frustrated with you to the point of causing tears to well up in the corners of your eyes. He’s feels guilty, sure, but bloody hell just print the damn receipt. He avoids you for the most part. Until one evening when it’s pouring down. You forgot your rain coat of course, silly girl. He offers you a ride which you take happily.

After that he can’t get rid of you. You bring him coffees (how you remember his order word for word but not where you last left your own cup is beyond him) and giggle at his jokes. When a client gets too snappy or too loud he’s the first to step in - standing behind you glaring at them with his huge arms crossed over his chest until they back down.

[reginalusus]

Ok. *Puts them in a corny, 90s anime romance scene in which Bruce helps Harvey come down from a rough dissociation/derealization episode by using sensory grounding.*

[sttoru]

clan leader!satoru, whose smile isn’t actually a. . . smile. it serves as a gentle (yet not-so-gentle) threat to whomever it is dedicated to. a lot of the gojo clan members, as well as members from other noble clans, have heard of that infamous smile and know of its true meaning.

ever since marrying you, that smile often finds its way onto his lips. it’s not because of you, but rather because of the ones interacting with you. satoru didn’t ever expect to feel so possessive about someone he initially didn’t care for.

a marriage of convenience is all that your relationship was for. it purely existed for the sake of a connection between two famous families. your first weeks together have been awkward. any form of affection - any touches or loving words - were for the sake of his image.

however that all was fated to change: satoru eventually found himself falling for his wife.

your kind personality, your subtle smiles, the embarrassed expression on your face whenever he teased you in front of others even if it was all a faux display- an act of being all lovey-dovey. your inner and outer beauty was slowly becoming more apparent to the white-haired man.

you don’t know when it started. you can’t recall why satoru is suddenly acting affectionate even behind closed doors. usually, he’d drop the act the second you’re in your chambers. now he continues to compliment you, pepper you with chaste kisses as long as you allowed him to… even refer to you as his ‘dear’, ‘pretty girl’ or ‘sweetheart’ to your face like it’s nothing.

you shrug off your own guards and maids when they curiously inform you about their lord’s sudden change of personality, which was supposedly all because of you.

“ah, my wife,” satoru’s voice echoes above the loud chatter in the main hall. you turn your head and find your heart racing for some reason as he addresses you in that gentle tone.

he makes his way through the crowd, eyes never leaving your face, even as other important figures try to catch his attention to talk business. “i was greatly worried about you,” your husband sighs.

a gloved hand cups your face and satoru leans in, his glossy lips inches from yours. you’d think this was part of the fake arrangement, but there’s this genuine hint of adoration behind his cerulean eyes that you cannot ignore.

“i— my apologies,” you murmur softly, eyes darting around the room while you try to ignore the loud thumping of your heart. “i was simply talking to one of the guards,” you explain and nod your head to the bulky man standing next to you.

the guard respectfully bows to satoru the second you introduce him. your husband doesn’t respond for a single second, his fingers twitching lightly at his side. he can’t stand the thought of you talking to another man while he isn’t around.

is it for your own safety? or is it because he’s jealous and immediately wants to get rid of any man who dares speak to his precious wife? perhaps it’s a mixture of both.

“i see,” satoru replies. his eyes darken for a second before he catches himself. the corners of his lips curl upwards, though the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

that familiar sight makes you nervous. you’ve seen it before, when your husband would subtly threaten others for whatever reason, while hiding his true feelings behind that smile.

“well,” satoru continues, his arm wrapping around your waist. he pulls you against his side and places a kiss on top of your head while glaring at the guard through his white eyelashes.

“thank you for keeping my wife safe,” the clan leader says through that tight smile, trying to keep it as ‘genuine’ looking as possible. he has a reputation and image to uphold after all.

you’re about to say something, but are cut off as satoru adds another comment. “i’m here now, so you can return to your post.”

it isn’t a suggestion. it is an order— a command. a disguised threat.

the guard immediately picks up on the subtle hint and nods without saying a word before walking back to his spot at the doors. you can hear the faint whispers from others as they also seem to recognise that change in satoru’s demeanour.

it’s not like you’re totally oblivious to what’s happening either. you look up at satoru and place a hand on his chest, trying to catch his attention. “satoru,” you whisper his name.

the white-haired man immediately snaps out of it and excitedly shoots you that boyish smile of his instead of the fake, cold one he wore on his face just a second ago.

“you called, my dear?” satoru tilts his head, bringing a hand to rest over yours on his chest. your eyes widen a bit at the way he seems to relax and look at you with that same devoted gaze.

you don’t think it’s an act anymore. the words die on your tongue and you can’t recall what you wanted to say anymore. those sparkling blue eyes and charming smile have you rendered speechless.

“…it’s nothing,” you mutter under your breath. you have no clue how you’ve managed to turn that once, cocky, overly confident and cold-hearted ruler into a total softie for you. it’s something you still need to process yourself.

satoru doesn’t leave your side for the rest of the night, glaring at the men who pass by, shooting them that fake, threatening smile if they looked like they desired to converse with you.

you’re his wife, and that’s that. he silently wonders when you’ll realise that he actually fell for you. perhaps you are already aware of it, but hide it from him on purpose.

whatever the case is, satoru will make sure that you know his true feelings for you. one day he will tell you those three words explicitly— if it wasn’t obvious enough through his sudden change of behavior.

[lungthief]

listen. i know it's not 2014 anymore and i know it's just a throwaway line and that the russo brothers didnt intend for marvel action blockbuster captain america the winter soldier to become the tragic gay love story that never was but man. having steve say "it's kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience" in a conversation about romantic relationships right before the bucky reveal is so cruel. it's not just about steve and bucky obviously having the shared experience of being "out of time," it's the fact that they've both been stripped of their humanity in opposite directions. steve is a legend, he is an american hero and a national icon before he is a human being the same way that bucky is a weapon and a killing machine before he is a human being. steve knows that anyone who falls in love with him in the 21st century fell in love with captain america first, and that's just not him. but then the one person who knew him first and knew him best and loved him (not captain america, that little guy from brooklyn) so much he died for it is alive, impossibly. and it's a miracle because he's back and it's horrific because he's back under the worst possible circumstances. but to steve, the winter soldier is worth tearing the world apart for because he's always been bucky first. they find each other and suddenly they're human again. and maybe, despite it all, being "out of time" becomes a blessing, because in this century they'd finally be allowed to love each other the way they've always wanted to. like real people do.

like. no. the captain america trilogy isn't about two queer men traumatized and alienated by war and modern life rediscovering and reclaiming their humanity through their love for each other. but. i mean. it couldve been

[loosethreadsofyoursoul]

it’s just that endverse!castiel and demon!dean would match each other’s freak. kind of tragic they never met

[batsyheere]

"So, handling your archnemesis," Danny starts. The room falls quiet, heads slowly turning to look at the man as he writes the words on the chalkboard. When finished, the characters somehow both messy and neat at once, Danny places the chalk back down and claps his hands.

"I typically call them fruitloops. Often they're in a better position than you are- older, richer, more powerful. They may have some sort of status that protects them when facing the public."

Tim wondered where Dick was right now, and if he was laughing. His brain was lagging like a computer as he tried to process what Danny was saying, and how seriously a few of his fellow teen vigilantes were taking this.

"Some of their more common tactics are-" the chalk was picked back up, and Danny writes as he speaks.

"Manipulation, isolation, conditioning, and empathy."

MICE.

Tim stares at the board, and quietly slips put his phone.

-What have I done to deserve this.

Enjoy your lessons Tim-

His head thumps against the desk. Conner leans over, gives him a pat on the shoulder but returns to taking notes as Danny goes on to explain the conditioning tactic.