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[littlfrcak]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝔄 𝔫𝔢𝔴 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔪 𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔰

— o poder desperto: passo 1.

mais alguns dias e isso irá acabar.

a quantidade de vezes que sasha tentava repetir para si mesmo essa frase era um pouco ridícula. fazia três semanas que seus amigos tinham caído na fenda, uma pessoa já havia sido declarada morta e agora o resgate para as cinco restantes finalmente entrava em ação. o jantar deixou um peso em seu estômago, o recado de rachel dare era sério demais; como filho de hades, sabia que o pai poderia estar sendo traiçoeiro ao permitir que os campistas desçam até seu reino através de uma porta específica que ele mesmo abriria.

estava nervoso. mais nervoso do que antes.

vinte e um dias com os nervos à flor da pele sem ter notícias concretas sobre os amigos, apenas se contentando com o pouco contexto que hefesto trazia. contexto este que claramente havia sido manipulado no início, já que sequer mostrou a morte do filho de dionísio. o que mais hefesto não teria mostrado? não dormia direito desde que a fenda se fechou com os semideuses sendo sugados para dentro. a primeira pessoa em quem pensou foi melis, seu instinto protetor para com a filha de hermes sempre estava ativo, então perceber que dessa vez não tinha conseguido segurar uma queda, não tinha ajudado em nada, a impotência lhe assombrava durante a noite. depois arthur… era difícil parar e pensar que o ex-namorado estava enfrentando o submundo e não se encontrava seguro. o primeiro homem a roubar e pisotear em seu coração tinha mergulhado direto no reino de seu pai, onde os perigos eram constantes e a vida não era uma certeza. e por mais que não gostasse de admitir, imaginar katrina lá embaixo também lhe deixava aflito. a primeira vez que notou que aquele pânico de não saber o paradeiro dos amigos se estendia à filha de éris, sasha ficou tonto. como podia sentir-se à beira de um precipício apenas com a ideia de que monstros que estavam a espreita naquele lugar poderia a atingir? o episódio passado do programa de hefesto foi um pesadelo, ver arthur e katrina brigando, a semideusa desacordada no fim, os monstros… escusado seria dizer que não dormiu após aquilo. céus, aurora tinha sido tão gentil consigo na ilha de circe, apoiando sua fuga e acobertando seu escape; a filha de quione se feriu feio com a queda e mesmo assim teve a bravura para enfrentar os monstros também. já tadeu… bem, sasha não dava muita importância se o filho de nêmesis conseguiria ou não sair do submundo, se ele não saísse, não faria diferença para si. ainda estremecia de agonia ao recordar do castigo que teve que enfrentar no amor divino com aquele idiota.

de um modo ou de outro, sua vida parecia entrelaçada com os caídos. então não deveria ser uma surpresa que guardou um pouco do jantar e estava indo até o anfiteatro queimar mais uma vez uma oferenda ao pai. vinte e uma noites seguidas, continuaria com isso até que todos estivessem ali em cima em segurança. dessa vez, porém, avistou veronica ali presente também. o loiro permaneceu quieto em seu lugar, os pés descalços na grama quente perto da fogueira enquanto queimava a coxa do frango. deixe-os voltar em segurança, pai. por favor. pediu pela vigésima primeira vez.

o fogo ficou um pouco mais escuro como sempre, o único sinal de que sua oferenda foi aceita. queimou um pouco de macarrão para perséfone também em agradecimento pela ajuda que ela tinha dado aos amigos no segundo dia, que ela ajudasse eles de novo. o cheiro de flores enchia o lugar e sasha apenas sorriu tristemente. esperava que fosse ouvido e atendido.

“pelo menos está perto do fim.” comentou ao se aproximar da filha de hécate. a tensão em seu corpo era tanta que acabou com a distância entre os dois sendo mínima, podendo bater levemente o ombro no dela. “eles vão voltar logo.” murmurou. assim como ele próprio, a loira parecia ter o peso do mundo nos ombros. “vem cá.” acrescentou baixinho, a tensão vazando de seu corpo ao tomar uma decisão que geralmente não faria. sasha virou-se na direção da amiga e abriu os braços, uma oferta que nunca tinha acontecido antes assim de iniciativa sua. toques eram fortemente evitados pelo semideus, suas reservas altas demais para lidar com a proximidade para com os outros. sempre esperando o pior, sempre com receio de ser surpreendido negativamente. abraços são apenas um meio de esconder a face, sua mãe lhe ensinou. agora, porém, era uma forma de buscar apoio. não queria ter a mente cheia de medo e agitação, queria pensar que eles estariam de volta em segurança e em breve. o aperto no abraço foi automático, tentando extrair dali o conforto que precisava e dar um pouco de conforto também para veronica.

o que não esperava, porém, era sentir realmente esse conforto vindo em ondas. parecia surreal que de fato o filho de hades experimentava o gostinho de uma energia mais forte, uma esperança e… ao mesmo tempo a sentisse pesar em seus braços. os olhos tinham se fechado para saborear aquele sentimento então os abriu de supetão, as mãos mais firmes segurando-a para impedi-la de cair. as íris azuis se fixaram na face da semideusa confuso com o que parecia ser um mal estar. “o que é isso? você está bem? o que está sentindo?” perguntou apressado, nem tinha um pedaço de ambrosia ali então o que poderia fazer era ajudá-la a se sentar na arquibancada. e o que notou foi que ao caminhar, a grama no caminho parecia ficar cinza. o que estava acontecendo? assim que a filha de hécate estava em segurança, sasha se afastou dela.

aos seus pés, a grama continuava a escurecer... enquanto longe de si, veronica parecia melhorar. então o problema era consigo. mas o que poderia ser isso?

mencionados: @melisezgin @kretina @lleccmte @nemesiseyes @stcnecoldd @mcronnie

PARA: @silencehq

[niko-sasaki-dbd]

A detail I love about Episode 4, is the symbol that appears in the music ball Charles finds and the meaning it has when it comes to his own story.

The relief in the ball, is a lyre, Orpheus' symbol. It was the musical instrument that he received as a gift from the god Apollo, who was considered his father in some versions of the original myth.

Note: In The Sandman Universe, Morpheus and the Muse Calliope are Orpheus' parents.

CHARLES: I found one of those at a maritime museum once. The Case of the Drowned Diver, wasn't it, Edwin? Superstitious sailors would use them to calm the seas.

Orpheus was well known as a talented musician; his music could intrigue people's minds with supernatural ideas and had the power to broaden their thinking to new and unusual theories.

When he joined the expedition of the Argonauts, he saved them from the Sirens' music by playing his own, more powerful and beautiful melodies. Later, it was also his music that allowed Jason to accomplish the purpose of his journey.

It makes sense that sailors used his symbol on an object designed to calm the seas and guarantee their safety while navigating.

When it comes to Charles, in particular, the way he ends up using the music ball (in the absence of a more technical name for that object) is both literal and metaphorical.

On one hand, he uses the music ball to put Angie, a sea monster, to sleep, thereby solving the case of The Lighthouse Leapers. On the other hand, he uses the instrument to save Edwin and himself from The Night Nurse—not just by literally pushing her into Angie's mouth with the ball in her hands, but by causing her to meet Kashina. This meeting prompts her to remember Kashi's words later, when Charles tried to save Edwin from returning to hell by pointing out it was a mistake, and again when he asked her to open a portal to hell so he could bring Edwin back.

In Orpheus' story, when Eurydice died from a snakebite, he charmed the ferryman Charon and Cerberus, the guardians of the River Styx, by playing the lyre and singing. By doing so, he also softened the hearts of Hades and Persephone, which gave him the chance to bring Eurydice back to the world of the living.

It's curious that the lyre symbolizes the power of persuasion for Orpheus, as this is a quality in which Charles takes great pride (he is indeed very convincing). Still, I hope that's where the coincidences end.

That's all for now. To everyone who knows about Orpheus' myth and the different versions of his story, I apologize for not quoting specific authors here.

[1800jjbarnes]

𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐉𝐚𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝

【Synopsis】 : Instead of getting ready to go hang out at molly's, Jay would rather spend his time with you and your boobs of course.

「Word count」 : 654

-> Genre: Suggestive, Smut, Fluffly. MDNI 18+

Paring: Bf!Jay x Gf!Reader

[Warnings] : Heavy Breast Play, Praise Kink, Jay is a simp for you and your chest. Mention of thigh riding and sex.

It was like another ordinary day, and what that means is Jay laying on top of you with his face between your breasts after a long shift at work. His hands softly grip all your curves, fingers grazing over the goosebumps that form on your silky skin. You knew when Jay said ‘little nap’ it was going to be anything but little or a nap. His colleagues and friends were expecting you two to show up for beers at Molly's within a couple of hours, but you still haven’t moved. Choosing to stay in this comfortable position with your big baby of a boyfriend having his way with you.

His lips caught your neck, lightly groaning as his tongue lapped over the bites he left behind. He held you down with his weight, giving him all the time to make you melt. His left-hand snakes under your —well his— shirt, gripping your cover breast. He squeezed slightly, listening to your little whimpers. His actions were slowly getting rougher and rougher. He kissed up your jaw, shifting up so he can hover over you, leaning on his elbows and knees. His left hand still needs your breast switching in between each of them. While the other one holds the back of your neck making sure you cannot move.

Your back arches into his chest, hinting for his hand to whip around your body to unclasp your bra. But he sits up watching you follow his lips in desperation. His hands grip the hem of your shirt while staring deep into your eyes. You understand his non-verbal command, sitting up to throw your shirt off. You lean on your palms perking your breasts up so he and ogle at them. His mouth fills with drool, watching as your chest breathes in and out. He wanted to be slow and take his time with you but at the same time, all he wanted was to literally rip your bra off and fuck you silly just you to watch them bounce everywhere.

But he leans down kissing your collar bone down to the top of your boobs instead. The soft flesh becomes wet as his tongue licks every part he can find. He nips you lightly making you whine. His bite grazing over you, he begins to suck hard, leaving harsh purple marks over your skin. He groans looking at his work, seeing you laying down covered in his marks.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous.” He whispers before locking his lips with yours in a feverish kiss. His patient is running thin, unclasping your bra within seconds, letting your breasts free. He swears he could come just by looking at your body. You are perfect in every way. From head to toe, you are his everything and he was yours. He continues to praise you with sweet nothings while his right-hand palms your exposed breast. His mouth latches onto your perked nipple, sucking hard making you let out a broken whine.

“J-Jay!” You couldn’t even finish his name as your brain turns fuzzy. Your hands land on his head raking them through his thick brown hair. You tug lightly making him groan out at the painful pleasure. He removes his lips from your chest with a loud pop, moving his free hand to grab your chin.

“You pull my hair like that again and I won’t be able to control what comes next.” He growls out with a smirk. You just smile back at him, tugging at his hair again.

“That’s it.” His arms wrap around you, pulling you up onto his lap. You giggle out with his actions, taking place on his thigh. You bit your bottom lip watching him take his shirt off.

“I want you to fuck yourself on my thigh while I tend to these beautiful babies here.” He grips both of your breasts, squeezing lightly. “Now go on, don’t stop until I tell you.”

[bizlybebo]

would this jrwi character call you a faggot except im not elaborating on any of it

[eldritchhorrorlesbian]

do yall also ever get the soul crushing realisation that you are in fact mentally unstable and its not just something you made up for attention or because its "quirky" and then just sit there like damn

[doubleaabat]

Filled to the brim with the color of conviction.

[gilliontidestriderchampionoftheu]

i desperately need this to happen in s3 now. the peak aro experience

[pdalicedraws]

Nimona’s soft spots:

kids

kids

the boss

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[koiisure]

Clam is real guys trust me

[lostgoosebe]

CLARENCR 🐺

[scoutsurge]

GAY NERDS!!!!!!!!!!

I love doodling these guys

[avpdpossum]

avoidance is so weird because it’s so temptingly easy to pretend it’s not there when it’s not at its absolute worst.

when i’m at my lowest, my avoidance becomes volatile and dangerous — it means almost daily mental breakdowns, it means probably wanting to hurt myself or worse, it’s means things are bad bad. but times like now? where i’m in a better place and i don’t have to interact with people often enough to trigger it too badly? it’s easy to pretend i’m fine.

and that’s not because i don’t have symptoms — there’s a big glaring reason i don’t have a job yet, that i stay in the house pretty much every day and (aside from the family i live with) only ever see my safe person, that there’s a million important doctor calls i haven’t made yet, that i have my name change papers all ready to go but haven’t changed any of my documents yet. the avoidance is obviously still there and still causing problems, and i know my life doesn’t look how it should.

but because it’s not destroying my default mental state right now, it feels like i’m lying to myself and i’m totally mentally healthy and i have nothing to worry about. and when i see my therapist, the way i describe things sounds like there’s nothing going wrong in my life because there’s no active bad shit, just a lot of things that aren’t happening. and how do you quantify the absence of something?

how do i explain that the problem isn’t that i’m unhappy, it’s not that there’s bad things to fix, it’s just that most of the time, there’s nothing at all? that i’m mostly happy because i don’t have much of a life right now, and if i were to get my life to a better place from a practical standpoint i would almost definitely be thrown back into a worse mental state?

i’m trying to find a balance that allows me to have a decent life and decent mental health, but god, it’s hard to do when it would be so much easier and less exhausting to just stay stagnant forever and hold onto the relative peace that comes with that.

[1800jjbarnes]

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 | 𝐉𝐚𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝

【Synopsis】 : Now that he has you have his wife, he desperately craves to have a family.

『Word count』 : 1.4k

-> Genre: Fluff. Smut. MDNI 18+

Pairing: Husband!Jay x Wife!Reader

[Warnings] : Switch dynamics. The reader is in charge of this one, hehe. Subby-ish Jay. (He's whinier than anything else) breeding kink, unprotected sex (Don't do this unless you want kids) Dirty talk. Jays a bit of a brat. Making out. Jay breaks the readers' underwear (woops).

Note: This is my first time writing for Jay... kinda very nervous, ahh. I hope I did him well. I wanna write more chicago stuff in the future, so if this does well. You’ll be seeing more, hehe.

Jay is begging again. He wants children. He’s brought it up in the past and you’ve always brushed it off with a hearty no, saying you both weren’t ready for that type of commitment, let alone with your types of jobs... Not right now. But this time is different. He stopped mid-kiss to look you in the eye and asked the question.

“Can we have a baby?”

Your throat runs dry. You couldn’t care for a kid, not now when your lives have just only begun to settle down into the first day of your honeymoon, which started straight after your chaotic wedding. But yet you couldn’t help feeling a tingle brew in your lower gut. The desperation in his eyes made your thighs squeeze together. The choked whimper in his words filled your need to please. And how could you possibly say no to your newly wedded husband while staring directly into his beautiful loving eyes? They swim with lust…. you were at a loss.

“Hmm, my Love,” you whispered, facing your body fully to him, having discarded your phone onto the side dresser while you were deep in thought. It wasn’t a yes per say, but the way you smiled with a subtle nod made him move into action.

His green eyes brighten like he has just heard the best news in his entire life as he was on you within seconds, kissing you deeply and caressing your sides. You moan into the kiss, grabbing either side of his head to hold him in place. His touch sends shivers down your spine and goosebumps across your body. You have never thought of it because of your precautions but just thinking about him going in raw gets you wet. You shift a hand down between your legs and start to rub your clit with two fingers. But a hand quickly stops you.

Jay pulls away and looks at you. “Let me,” he begs.

He looks and sounds more desperate than you feel. This man must have been yearning for ages. And now he’s finally getting it. He’s just a sloppy mess. You push him back onto the bed, his eyes on you the entire time. You climb on top of him and sit on top of his crotch. You grind down a little, feeling him grow in his pants a little. His hands grab your waist quickly, but you have other ideas. If he’s been wanting this, he’ll have to earn it. You grab his wrists and he lets go with loose fingers. Pinning his hands above his head, you suddenly feel the thrill of being on top. Looking down on him and seeing the desperation upon his delicate features. His mouth is parted and he’s breathing heavily already. It’s truly a sight to see that turns you on.

“Now if you want this, you’re going to have to ask nicely,” you whisper in his ear.

A moan is pushed from his lips as you grind down again at his lack of response. “Please,” he begs. “Let me.”

Satisfied, you let go of his hands but tsk, “Keep them there,” You ordered with a fake tone of dominance, at this point you sounded more cheeky and light-hearted, but neither of you cared. He keeps his arms above him but his gaze is all over you. You can feel his neediness rubbing against your clothed core. Shuffling down, you begin to undo his belt and pants. You stop every time he moves and wait for him to fall silent again. After a solid five minutes of playing this little game of tug and pull, you shuffle his pants off his ankles. His cock is fully erect and leaking. With a grin across your face, you sit on his thighs, placing your soft fingers down his waist. He flinches slightly but keeps his mouth shut.

“So you want kids?” You chuckle.

“Honestly,” he admits, “I couldn’t care less about that right now.”

“Oh, okay.” You reach over to the bedside table and open it. “I’ll just wrap you up then.”

“No!” He shouts and grabs you away from the table. “No,” he says more softly.

You laugh and pat his cheek. “You’re sweet. But I do have to grab the lube.”

He smiles widely and toothy as you reach for the bedside table again, grabbing a small bottle of lube out. You slick up your hand and finally begin rubbing his dick. His hips buck up slightly and he suppresses a moan.

“Let it out, honey,” you whisper.

He exhales harshly and his arms move slightly above him. You stop and squeeze the base of his dick. He chokes on a moan but another escape and oh my, it sounds heavenly. Why haven’t you done this before? This is another side of your husband you haven’t seen. You move up on your knees and push your nightie up your thighs with the hand that was on his dick. You reach between your thighs and move your underwear to the side, not wasting any more time with taking them off. With the lube on your fingers and the wetness coming from you, two fingers slide in easily. The pleasure zips through you and makes you hunch over Jay. You finger yourself above his dick, breathing into his neck.

“Keep your arms up there now,” you moan. You meant it to come out as an order, but opening yourself up over him is doing something to you you never thought would.

“Please, I just want to touch you,” he pleads.

“We can stop if you want.” You plant a kiss on his lips. “Or we can keep going.”

He shakes his head frantically. “Please. I just want to fuck you,” he pants.

You kiss him again with more want and bring your free hand to comb through his hair. Then you reach down and grab the base of his cock to line it up. He moans into your mouth as you slide down halfway onto him. You pull away gasping. You want more.

“You can touch me,” you say but it comes more out as a whine.

His hands whip forward and grab your hip and ass cheek, giving it a firm squeeze. He’s a mess right now and you’re loving it. You bob lightly up and down on him, feeling him rub up against you, sending prickles of pleasure up your spine. He guides you down slowly with each thrust until you’ve swallowed him to the base. He lets you sit there, taking his full length in for a moment before you decide to move on your own accord. You shift your hips upwards with your hands planted on Jay’s stomach before moving downwards. You set a rhythm for yourself but soon enough he’s thrusting up into you. You’re gasping and moaning each time he drives you down on his cock. You get lost in the moment and pick up the pace to chase your own high. You fall on top of Jay and he wraps one of his arms around your waist while the other snakes down to grip your panties.

"I'm sorry." His words were quick and so was the sound of a snap of fabric. Did he literally just rip your underwear? "I'll buy you more." 

"You better." You choke out a moan as he throws the broken fabric somewhere in the room. He brings his knees up and begins thrusting up into you from another angle. It sends a thrill through you that has you moaning louder. You’re both a mess and all of the teasing and playing hard to get suddenly didn’t matter anymore.

“I’m- I’m gonna-” He pants in your ear. He holds onto you more tightly as he buries his face into your neck. With a few stuttering thrusts, you feel him release inside of you. And oh god just the hot sensation of being filled up sends you over the edge as well. You squeeze down tight around him and you can already feel some of his cum dripping down his cock, leaking out of your hole. After the high end, you slowly bring yourself up, his cock still inside you, letting his cum stay deep inside you. Collecting yourself, you glance to see Jay grinning up at you with a glowing smile. It brings a smile to your face as well even though you don’t know why he’s so ungodly happy.

“What?” You ask, stroking his chest with one hand.

“I hope it’s a girl,” Is all he says. That earned him a light slap on the shoulder.

[honkceasar]

Drew these loser teens for the first time, they’re so silly

[fish-shaped-mango]

I know it's a bit late, but they are so vary bolas

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

It's Time..

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