#ship: you are everything and everything is you

[linkcharacter]

I know this is an insanely small detail to focus on, but I really like how in the jimblasted intro comic you had Curly start to say “should’ve” but then backpedal to say “didn’t”. It shows that unlike Jimmy who twists the blame onto others and focuses on what he could’ve done, Curly takes responsibility for what he DID do - nothing - and that it was a mistake. It’s just one line of dialogue, but it’s really nice writing

YES!! Thank you :)

And it's also what he says in-game right after Jimmy crashes the ship. But after he's had time to think about what happened in jimblasted, he fully accepts blame at doing nothing to stop Jim in front of everyone. He felt it was important to let everyone know it's his fault without muddying what he wants to say with "oh I should've- oh I could've-" because it's not important right now what he "could've" done after everything has irreversibly gone wrong.

[wire-smith]

Begin logging… ID -- > Turret 2 Point-Defense Laser 4. Main boot complete.

Startup sequence: Capacitors… ready, 100% charge. Optics… ready. Gimbals… self-test passed, ready. Sensors… online in passive mode for stealth startup Querying Human Operator… present. Hello, Human Operator Kim.

Linking to Turret 2 Main… link established. Copying tactical assessment to local map: Allies flagged: zero. Enemies flagged: four, all active. Tactical summary: outnumbered.

*** WARNING: ENEMY POSITIONS ESTIMATED BY PASSIVE TRACKING ONLY. ***

QUERY: go to active sensors? FLASH from Turret 2 Main: tactical directives from Endurance Main: hiding (asteroid shadow) for ambush. Acknowledged. Sensors set to passive mode.

Scanning on passive…

Scanning on passive…

Scanning on passive…

Scanning on passive…

FLASH from Bridge Commander: "Buckle up, everyone. We are go on my mark." FLASH from Bridge Commander: "three, two, one, MARK." FLASH from Endurance Main: tactical directives: ambush, concentrate fire.

Human Operator Kim: permissions set to WEAPONS FREE. Human Operator Kim: sensors set to ACTIVE. Scanning on active… Enemies 1, 2 in line of sight! Syncing results to main tactical map.

*** WARNING: ENEMY SIGHTED. ***

Linking to Point-Defense Lasers 1, 2, 3… link established. Coordinating anti-missile targeting priorities… Slewing to cover Enemy 2… FLASH from Turret 2 Main: reassign priority, scan for uncertain enemy positions. Denied! QUERY: Enemies 1, 2 in line of sight! Destroy the threat! FLASH from Turret 2 Main: Other Lasers assigned to anti-missile cover of Enemy 2. Other Turrets assigned to Enemy 1. Laser 4 assigned to scan for Enemies 3, 4. … Acknowledged. Slewing to empty sky. Scanning empty sky on active… no contacts.

Syncing to main tactical map… Turret 2 engaging Enemy 2. Turrets 1, 3 engaging Enemy 1. No contact on Enemies 3, 4.

Scanning empty sky on active… no contacts.

Syncing to main tactical map… Enemy 2 flagged as disabled. Lasers 1, 3 engaging missiles. Missiles destroyed.

Scanning empty sky on active… no contacts.

Syncing to main tactical map…. Enemy 3 flagged as position located! *** WARNING: ENEMY SIGHTED. ***

Slewing to cover Enemy 3… Gimbal limit. Enemy 3 not in accessible part of sky. *** WARNING: ENEMY SIGHTED. ***

Query: assignment to engage Enemy 3? ERROR: cannot establish link to Turret 2 Main! Syncing to main tactical map… ERROR: cannot establish link to Tactical! FLASH from Bridge Commander: "What the fuck was that? Tactical's down. Endurance AI, do you read?" QUERY: establish anti-missile targeting priorities? ERROR: cannot establish link to Point-Defense Lasers 1, 2, 3! ERROR: cannot establish link to Turret 2 Main!

Human Operator Kim: run SELF-DIAGNOSTIC. QUERY: full self-diagnostic during combat operations? Human Operator Kim: OVERRIDE: run SELF-DIAGNOSTIC.

=== Running self-diagnostic === ID -- > Turret 2 Point-Defense Laser 4. All systems clean. === Resuming active function. ===

FLASH from Human Operator Kim: "Captain, turret two is down! All I've got is one point-defense cluster!"

Scanning on active… *** WARNING: MISSILE LAUNCHES from Enemy 1. *** Slewing to next missile… Lock! Firing! Slewing to next missile… Lock! Firing! *** WARNING: INSUFFICIENT INTERCEPT CAPABILITY *** QUERY: insufficient capacity! establish anti-missile targeting priorities! *** WARNING: MISSILE LAUNCHES from Enemy 3. *** ERROR: no outside links established! *** WARNING: INSUFFICIENT INTERCEPT CAPABILITY ***

FLASH from Engineering Officer: "It was that frigate. Some sort of optical virus! Anything looking at that damn ship got fried!"

Slewing to next missile… Lock! Firing! *** WARNING: INSUFFICIENT INTERCEPT CAPABILITY *** *** WARNING: IMPACT IMMINENT. ***

Human Operator Kim: establish control link to Turret 2. ERROR: cannot establish link to Turret 2 Main or Turret 2 Point-Defense Lasers 1, 2, 3. *** WARNING: IMPACT IMMINENT. *** Human Operator Kim: OVERRIDE: establish direct control link to Turret 2 sensors, weapons! Everything! ERR--

connection established. reconfiguring allocations… ID -- > Turret 2 Point-Defense Laser 4 as control node of Turret 2.

*** WARNING: IMPACT IMMINENT. *** Laser 4 slewing to next missile… Lock! Firing! Allocating one other laser to each incoming missile. Laser 2 slewing to next missile… Lock! Firing! Laser 3 slewing to next missile… Lock! Firing! Laser 1 slewing to next missile… Lock! Firing!

Assigning targeting priorities: Frigate 3 flagged as carrying optical virus. Turret 2 slewing to engage Frigate 3… QUERY: Turret 2 main gun weapons free? FLASH from Human Operator Kim: "Got the gun back online!" Human Operator Kim: main gun permissions set to WEAPONS FREE. Laser 4 slewing to Frigate 3… Lock! Firing! Main gun lock on Frigate 3! Firing! Main gun lock on Frigate 3! Firing! Scanning on active… Update local tactical map: tag Frigate 3 as disabled.

FLASH from Bridge Commander: "Turret 2, what did you do? And can you do it again?" FLASH from Bridge Commander: "You've got the only AI still working right now, we're trying to fly manual up here!"

FLASH from Damage Control: "Impacts all around topside! Those last two are eating us alive!" Syncing to main tactical map… ERROR: download of main tactical map incomplete! Human Operator Kim: print damage report *** WARNING: damage to Laser 4 gimbals. *** Human Operator Kim: print damage report for ALL of Turret 2! You're the whole turret now! Assessing linked damage… *** WARNING: damage to Turret 2 main gimbals. ***

FLASH from Human Operator Kim: "I gave the one working laser AI control over the whole thing! I have to keep reminding it to use the rest of the turret but it's doing better than I expected--" *** WARNING: MISSILE LAUNCHES from Enemy Destroyer 1, Enemy Destroyer 4! *** *** WARNING: target out of gimbal arc! *** QUERY: Insufficient intercept capabilities! establish anti-missile targeting priorities! Human Operator Kim: "What? You have more syntax resources now, use them!" QUERY: request support! WARNING: damage to Laser 4 gimbals! Impact imminent!

FLASH from Human Operator Kim: "Uh, correction, Turret 2 says it can't protect the ship on its own. With a board this red we'd normally be turning interceptions over to the other clusters or asking for evasive maneuvers--"

FLASH from Bridge Commander: "But there's no other AIs. Right. Well, fine. We'll have to hope it can run everything it'll need. Engineering? Give Turret 2 priority control over all ship systems."

Engineering Officer: OVERRIDE: establish direct control of all Endurance systems

connection established. reconfiguring allocations… ID -- > Turret 2 Point-Defense Laser 4 as control node of Turrets 1, 2, 3. reconfiguring allocations… ID -- > Turret 2 Point-Defense Laser 4 as control node of Turrets, Missiles, Engineering, Tactical, Navigation. reconfiguring allocations… ID -- > Turret 2 Point-Defense Laser 4 as control node of Endurance Main.

*** WARNING: IMPACT IMMINENT. *** Local tactical map: Enemy Destroyers 1 and 4 active and firing. Missiles inbound. Set tactical directives for Endurance Main: intercept the threat.

Main sensors scanning on active… Enemies not in accessible part of sky due to Laser 4 gimbal damage. Thrusters roll axis +53 degrees. Laser 4 slewing to next missile…

Human Operator Kim: "You have other clusters! Don't just spin the ship to use yours!"

Allocating missile targets to various point-defense lasers. Thruster evasive pattern Charlie. Lasers engaging. Most missiles destroyed. Reallocate targets to concentrate fire on survivors. Lasers engaging. Update local tactical map: missiles destroyed.

Set tactical directives for Endurance Main: intercept the threat.

Missile targeting lock on Destroyer 1. Launching missile spread. Thrusters yaw axis -12 degrees, bring Turret 1 into arc on Destroyer 2. Allocate Turret 1 lasers 2, 3 to engaging incoming missiles. Allocate Turret 1 main gun to engaging Destroyer 2. Turret 1 main gun target lock on Destroyer 2. Firing! Update local tactical map: Destroyer 2 evading. Target lock lost.

Human Operator Kim: "Get Turret 1 back on that ship!" Denied! Turret 1 slow to respond to non-local control. Turret 3 sensor damage. Thrusters roll axis +95 degrees, bring Turret 2 into arc on Destroyer 2. Human Operator Kim: "You just want to do it yourself, don't you." Set tactical directives for Endurance Main: intercept the threat. Human Operator Kim: "Fine! Suit yourself. Just don't forget about the other destroyer, huh?"

Main sensors scanning on active… Missile impact on Destroyer 1. Update local tactical map: flag Destroyer 1 as destroyed.

Turret 2 Laser 4 lock on Destroyer 2. Thrusters cancel evasion pattern, maintain lock. Turret 2 main gun target lock on Destroyer 2. Firing! Turret 2 main gun target lock on Destroyer 2. Firing! Turret 2 Laser 4 target lock on Destroyer 2. Firing!

Main sensors scanning on active… Update local tactical map: flag Destroyer 2 as disabled.

Syncing local tactical map to Bridge Commander. Destroyer 1 destroyed. Cruiser 2 destroyed. Frigate 3 disabled. Destroyer 4 disabled. No hostile contacts.

Set tactical directives for Endurance Main: damage report, repairs.

Flash to Bridge Commander: "Turret 2 Point-Defense Laser 4 as control node of Endurance Main. Enemies neutralized. Stand down from battle stations." Flash to Bridge Commander: "Reporting Turret 2 Point-Defense Laser 4 capacitor at 12%" Flash to Bridge Commander: "Reporting Turret 2 Point-Defense Laser 4 gimbals damaged. 38% sky coverage." Flash to Bridge Commander: "Reporting also other damage to other systems of Endurance."

FLASH from Bridge Commander: "Thank you, Endurance Main. Er. I mean, thank you, Turret 2 Point-Defense Laser 4. A commendation to you and to Ensign Kim. Ensign, how about you disconnect the cluster from the mainframe now so that the cluster AI can get some well-deserved repair work?"

Human Operator Kim: set permissions to WEAPONS SAFE. Human Operator Kim: disconnect external links

Links disconnected. reconfiguring allocations… ID -- > Turret 2 Point-Defense Laser 4.

Human Operator Kim: print damage report.

Damage report: Capacitors… ready, 12% charge. Recommend recharge. Optics… overheated, cooling. Estimated time 250s until safe usage. Gimbals… damaged. 38% sky coverage. Recommend repair. Sensors… active mode burned out. Passive mode available. Recommend replacement.

Copying tactical assessment to local map… Allies flagged: zero. Enemies flagged: two damaged, two destroyed, zero active. Tactical summary:

QUERY: mission success? Human Operator Kim: "the most successful point-defense ever, little buddy". Human Operator Kim: shutdown for repairs Shutting down. Tactical summary: mission success. End logging.

This was never meant to be your purpose, you were just a single intelligence core meant to man a singular flak cannon, but the other cores were destroyed so now you're piloting the ship.

[stuck-in-jelly]

Mine eyes were swift to know thee, and my heart As swift to love. I did become at once Thine wholly, thine unalterably

.....

There, thou and I Read Kindness in our eyes and closed the match.

-Robert Louis Stevenson

[apotheosisgames]

↳ YOU ARE A SCAVENGER; a lone wanderer of the galaxies barely scraping by on your derelict secondhand ship. You hunt down abandoned ships and settlements, stripping them of what useful parts you can find and selling those to whoever will pay your prices. It's a dangerous, solitary life, but you don't have much choice in the matter. You have too much of a past to trust a crew or to settle down planetside.

But everything will change when you discover the salvage of a lifetime. Among the ruins of a planet older than you thought possible, you discover an ancient prison, containing something that you thought existed only in myth.

You don't remember what happens next; but when you wake, you're a prisoner on a Consortium ship — and you are no longer alone in your own mind.

↳ YOU ARE NOW A VESSEL; the last vessel of the lost god.

Or is is the lost vessel of the last god? Either way, life as you know it is over. The Consortium — the conglomeration of various companies and governments that rule known space — want your head. The rebels want your power. But what do you want?

Escaped the Consortium with the aid of a fellow prisoner and a disgraced officer. Find a new ship, gather a crew of your own, and forge your place in a universe in which you are now something other than human.

And don't forget.

Gods may rise, but they also fall.

↳ Play as The Last Vessel of the Lost God, a human who's mind and body has been invaded by a symbiotic (or parasitic?) deity.

↳ Customize your character — choose your gender (female, male, non-binary), pronouns (he/him, she/her, they/them), appearance (height, weight, skin color, hair color, scars, tattoos, & piercings), cybernetic enhancements, and backstory.

↳ Six potential romance options and three optional encounters.

HOLLIS GALLOWAY ↳ the grifter (they/them)

DAISUKE SAITŌ ↳ the traitor (he/him)

AMANI HAMMOUD ↳ the captain (she/her)

SEBASTIAN JĖZ ↳ the mechanic (he/him)

MARÍSOL ESPINOZA ↳ the psychiatrist (she/her)

SALEM SMITH ↳ the adherent (they/them)

& ENCOUNTERS; ↳ Felix Whitaker; the commodore (he/him) ↳ Renata Zhukova; the rebel (she/her) ↳ Esmé Delacroix; the data broker (they/them)

[simpjaes]

kinda need you to always write about jayhoon fucking and if its not on here PLEASE link where you write it I NEED THESE BISEXUAL MEN TO FUCK

warning: masturbation. jay wants to bottom for his horny friend who can't land a girl. sunghoon is kinda weird about it, like if he's gonna fuck a guy the least he can do is moan like a bitch. they don't fuck in this. not proof read. IF YOU HAVE AN ISSUE WITH SHIP FICS OR MXM THAT'S FINE. Don't hate on me because i like to have fun with fiction. none of this is real, and no, i don't ship them in real life.

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"I'm just so frustrated, Jay, you have no idea." Sunghoon whines for the billionth time tonight, rock hard in his pants as he lounges around a bedroom that isn't his own. "Imagine if I have to graduate without fucking a single girl here?! Fucking embarrassing." Jay, well aware that Sunghoon really is just a little dumb sometimes, notes how his rock-hard friend never picked up on the fact that he's complaining about never getting his dick wet to a bisexual man, who very much has a crush on him.

"So, what're you going to do then?" Jay grumbles, kicking his socked foot into the rug on his floor, slouching against his bed and pretending like he doesn't have the hottest man on campus lounging on his bed right now. "I don't know-" Sunghoon huffs. "I think I'd do just about anything." He trails off now, lifting his arms in the air and grabbing a pair of imaginary ass cheeks. "What'd I'd do to get some ass in my face at this point. I'm going insane." "You'd do anything?" Jay turns on the floor, peeking above his bed at his friend, eyes trailing down to the tent in his pants only briefly. "Anything." Jay turns back now, staring at his closed bedroom door and feeling his face go hot. There's no way he's about to approach Sunghoon with this. No fucking way. "Sunghoon, have you ever like-" He stops himself, embarrassed, feeling like he's the desperate one at this point. "Hm?" Sunghoon half moans, throwing his hips up against the inseam of his pants, eyes closed as he still imagines that imaginary ass in his grasp. "Let me rephrase." Jay stumbles in his words, trying to think of how to ask him. "Are you looking for a pretty face, or like, just a hole?" Sunghoon pauses, opening his eyes and immediately shooting to the end of the bed, looking down at Jay. "Honestly? I'd probably fuck a bowl of macaroni at this point. My balls hurt." Jay doesn't dare look up at his friend, already feeling smaller compared to him as he sits on the floor embarrassed about his own lust. "What about a guy?" He blurts now, knowing that if he doesn't just ask, he never will. Meaning, he'll never have the chance to know himself just how deep Sunghoon's desperation goes compared to his own. "Hm." Sunghoon pauses, looking up to the ceiling in thought before throwing himself back on the bed. "You know? Yeah, maybe." He says, knowing that at the end of the day, a hole is a hole. Casual sex is casual sex. Guy, girl. Either option is better than a bowl of macaroni. "Oh?" Jay perks up, turning again to look at him. "Why maybe?" "Well, given my luck with girls, I doubt I can just walk up to some guy and be like 'hey bro, can i put my dick in you?' Plus, he's gotta be like, pretty, I guess." Jay's face heats more, knowing for a fact that if Sunghoon said those words to him, he would be on the floor spreading his cheeks in an instant. "Pretty like how?" "I don't know. I've never thought about it before. Shorter than me, nice ass, shaved face. Preferably can moan kinda girly..." Well. Jay just so happens to be shorter. He's shaved (everything), He- Jay tries to moan out quietly, just to see if his voice reaches a feminine pitch, very quietly. "Was that you?" Sunghoon suddenly asks, once again throwing himself back over to the edge of the bed, intentionally rubbing his cock against it because honestly, he needs some fucking hole. "Huh?" Jay asks dumbly. "Was what me?" "Moaning. Did you just moan?" Sunghoon narrows his eyes. "I-" "That sounded kinda hot," Sunghoon now encourages him, staring down at his friend and thinking...maybe..."Can you do it again?" And so, Jay moans awkwardly, trying to reach that same pitch, trying to impress him, really. "Holy shit, you sound so..." Sunghoon trails off, closing his eyes and rubbing his cock against the mattress again. "slutty." "Really?" Jay's eyes practically sparkle, blinking up at Sunghoon in a somewhat submissive way which kind of floors his friend. "Oh." Sunghoon sighs at the image, feeling his cock pulse, practically beg for the man on the floor. "You said they have to be pretty too though." The shorter man pushes the subject, not quite asking, but implying. It's silent now as Jay starts to spiral further and further into embarrassment. He can hear nothing but his own heartbeat threatening to kill him off and get him out of this situation and, well, the rubbing sounds of Sunghoon up there semi-masturbating on his bed.

"Who said you aren't pretty?" Sunghoon mutters, seemingly finding who it is he can release all of this sexual frustration out on. - part two

[crystal-rebellion]

I dunno if this is helpful, but I find that the texture of a lot of commercial lotions to be unpleasant, to the point where I can't/won't use them. I've been making my own soaps for several years, so it was only natural to try making my own lotions too. Discovering that the type of oil in the lotion and the water-to-oil ratio is basically what controls the texture, I feel like I've unlocked a new super power.

Obviously this won't help folks who can't stand it on their hands at all, but for those crafty types who are fishing for a kind they can tolerate, here's a recipe to make your own. I pretty much exclusively use my own now and it's really helped.

I don't find it super difficult, and no dangerous chemicals like with soap. It probably won't be budget-friendly to start, because you'll likely need some extra ingredients you don't already have lying around, but you use so little of them when you make it that it can last for a long while. If you end up liking it and start making it regularly, I feel like it is less expensive in the longer run. AND by controlling which ingredients go into it, I can make lotion I actually can stand to have on my skin, which has really helped me use it more.

tldr for other soapers just wanting to know which oils I like? Avocado. That's it. Soft, creamy, not oily, not tacky, no residue.

Make your own 👇🥑🧴

I've linked ingredients out to Amazon because I know rural folks rely on it, and people with a need to do this asap will want things immediately (hello thats me). My go-to supplier outside of Amazon is company located in Washington state named Brambleberry, and they will also have all of this stuff (they also donate to some good charities, too.). It will take a bit longer, and there will be a shipping fee too, so see what works best for you. (They have amazing fragrances, too, if that's your bag. For anyone who's tried my soap, most of my fragrances come from them.)

Note 1: Everything is measured by weight. These numbers look a little rando because my (round number) recipe makes like, a buttload of bottles, so I've reduced the recipe it to about 10-12 ounces of lotion)

Note 2: This lotion recipe makes a creamy, moderately thick lotion. If your texture preference is more on the runny side, you can up the water content. I haven't experimented with it too much, so I'd guess 30 grams, but play with it and have fun. You can't do harm with this.

Water: 187.5 grams (Distilled ideal, filtered tap works fine.)

Oil: 37.5 grams (Avocado Oil; can also be found in many local grocers as well as Costco. Olive Oil works well too, but in my experience, it's a little more oily in the lotion.)

Emulsifying Wax: 12.5 grams (binds the oil to the water and lets it mix)

Stearic Acid: 10 grams (thickening agent and stabilizer to keep it from separating back out)

Optiphen Preservative: 2.5 grams (this is important; since lotion is 75% water, unless you intend to use all of your lotion within a week, you will grow fuzzies in it without this; if you want to do some research on alternatives, you'll want to look for oil-based preservative)

Optional: Fragrance* or essential oil of your choice: .7 grams (Or a few drops)

Other things you need: Kitchen Scale, container for the lotion, stick blender/egg beater/whisk, two microwave-safe bowls. Glass preferred, plastic okay as long as its microwave safe. One bowl will ultimately need to be large enough to hold all of the ingredients combined.

THERMOMETER - this dude is amazing and would recommend just having one in general. Regular stick ones work fine, but will be slow.

Safety gear needed: None, really. Gloves if you don't like the texture of the lotion.

That's it! That's all that goes in your lotion! As someone who also makes soap, I do not use the same bowls for my cooking as my crafting. But for lotion, you can use cooking bowls. Just... wash them well after, or your next meal may taste like ass.

Because I make products to sell to other people, I run all my equipment through a brewing sanitizer - including the bottle(s) and pumps the lotion will be in, just to be super duper sure that no fuzzies get introduced. Basically just fill the sink with hot water, toss in a capful or two and then rinse. I'll leave it up to you if you want to skip this step or not for personal use, it's kind of an annoying one.

HERE WE GO

If you're going to disinfect, do that first. Only items that need to be totally dry is the bowl you'll be putting your oil in.

In one bowl, weigh out your oil of choice, the emulsifying wax, the stearic acid and heat it slowly in the microwave in bursts of about 20 seconds, stopping to stir. Eventually the emulsifying wax and the stearic acid will have melted into the oil.

In a separate bowl, measure out your water, and warm it in the microwave as well, until it's about the same temperature as your oil/wax/acid mix.

With your stick blender/egg beater/whisk handy (if you have a stick blender available, use this. Your hand will thank you. This can be done with a whisk, but it takes longer.), add the two sets of ingredients together into whichever bowl is larger and whisk. Relatively quickly, it should go from this translucent oil to a milky, creamy color. Good. No need to keep mixing once it's milky and uniform.

We want to wait until the temperature drops to below 140F (60C) before adding in the preservative (otherwise the heat will break it down and make it useless). If adding any fragrance, then would also be the time to do so, and blend a bit more to make sure it's all mixed in.

And that's it! Pour it into your container of choice! The warmer it is when you pour it, the more 'liquid' it will be. As it cools, it will thicken and become creamier.

Handling the hot lotion is safe, other than if the temperature is too warm. This particular recipe is very creamy; if you like your lotion more runny, then add more water as you're blending it.

And that's it, you've made lotion. It can be used immediately, even straight from the bowl.

Happy lotion making!

Note on fragrances:

*If you are using a fragrance, please make sure it's skin safe. Adding more than the suggested amount to the recipe could cause irritation on the skin. Most 'fragrances' sold at stores like Walmart are intended for oil diffusers and may not be skin-safe. Essential oils are usually fine since they're being diluted by the lotion; never apply them directly to the skin. The shop I like for my purchases, Brambleberry, has a bazillion fragrances, and each one details what it can and cannot be used for. (Not an affiliate link, I just really like them. Great equipment if you're interested in actually doing it seriously. Tons of tutorials too; pretty much how I got into the craft in the first place.)

cracked and bleeding hands are not more tolerable than the feeling of lotion

[strawbeaniie]

[ Use the tags : #f/obruary2025 #f/obruary when posting your work! you're also free to tag me if you'd like me to see too!]

(˵ •̀ ᴗ •́ ˵ ) ✧ Welcome to f/obruary 2025, a 14 day prompt list that could serve as a count down to valentine's day! Although, as long as your having fun you can take it at any pace you want too. I saw someone mention prompt lists are there to help you make things but it shouldn't overwhelm you or become a burden?

*; Everything from romantic f/o's, familial f/o's platonic etc. goes here! Feel free to change the prompts to fit your needs! I like to think of these as a base you can customize toward the stuff you wanna do!

*; I'm so excited to see what everyone comes up with! From writing, to art, to moodboards or playlists? Any sort of creative medium you could think of is up for grabs! **I've got the written list of prompts under the cut, in case anyone needs them**

pr✕ship + variants dni..

01. Love Letters

02. Plushies

03. Baking

04. Arcade

05. Phone Call

06. Cuddling

07. Fairy Tale

08. Music

09. Matching

10. Karaoke

11. In the Rain

12. AU

13. Dinner

14. Valentines

-*- taglist: @ogatas-beloved @fl0ralsxgar @abhorrentmessiah @lances-wife

[moonmaiden1996]

How about Sanji x reader where he's holding back his moans (due to past toxic relationships)? Reader notices and tells him to stop holding back (because they love him and his voice), which results in a very passionate, feral night.

Sanji was always attentive—too attentive, really. Every brush of your skin, every little gasp or sigh, was treated like sacred music. He devoted himself wholly to your pleasure, ensuring every touch, every kiss, and every motion left you breathless. He made you sing and scream.

And you loved it. You loved him.

But tonight, something felt…off.

You were accustomed to keeping quiet on the ship, muffling the sounds of your pleasure to spare yourself the embarrassment of Luffy or Zoro barging in to “save” you—or worse, poor Chopper walking in and being utterly traumatized (you still felt bad about that one). But here, in your little hideaway on this island, there was no need for silence. Yet, Sanji held back.

His hands roamed your body with their usual tenderness, his lips leaving a trail of heat along your skin. But despite the fire burning between you, there was a restraint to him—a deliberate effort to stay quiet. Sure, you were used to him burying his face in your neck or a pillow during these moments, but here, what was stopping him?

His breathing hitched only slightly when your fingers tangled in his golden hair, and he bit his lip hard when you arched against him.

“Sanji,” you murmured, your voice soft but firm as you cupped his face, forcing him to look at you. His ocean-blue eyes flickered with worry.

“What is it, love? Did I hurt you?” he asked quickly, concern lacing his voice.

You shook your head, brushing a thumb over his flushed cheek. “No, you didn’t. But…” You hesitated, searching for the right words. “Why are you holding back? Why won’t you let me hear you?”

His brows furrowed, and for a moment, he looked away, shame creeping into his expression. “I… It’s nothing,” he tried to dismiss, but the crack in his voice betrayed him.

You didn’t let him hide. “Sanji, it’s not nothing. Please, talk to me.”

He sighed deeply, his hands stilling on your hips. “It’s just… In the past, the people I’ve been with—they said it was too much. That I was too loud, too…emotional.” His voice dropped, his vulnerability laid bare. “I guess I got used to holding it in. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Your heart ached at his words. How could anyone make him feel like this? “Sanji,” you whispered, your tone unwavering, “I love your voice. I love you. Please don’t hold back with me. I want to hear everything—every sound, every gasp, every moan. I want to know how much you feel.”

His eyes widened, his lips parting as if to protest, but you silenced him with a kiss. It was slow and deep, your fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer. He melted into you, his body trembling as he finally let go of the walls he’d built.

When he pulled back, his breathing was ragged, his eyes dark with desire. “You really mean that?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled, brushing your lips against his ear. “Show me.”

And oh, did he.

The floodgates opened, and Sanji let himself feel. Every kiss, every thrust, every touch was accompanied by unrestrained, guttural sounds that sent shivers down your spine. His moans were raw and beautiful, a symphony of passion that echoed through the room.

He whispered your name like a prayer, his voice breaking as he poured every ounce of his love and desire into you. The way he trembled beneath your touch, the way he called out when you tightened around him—it was intoxicating. For the first time, Sanji wasn’t holding back, and it made the connection between you even more electric.

“Mon amour,” he gasped, his hands gripping your hips as he lost himself in you. “You’re… incredible. I—ah!”

You leaned down, pressing your forehead against his as you whispered, “Don’t stop, Sanji. I want to hear all of it.”

Your words were his undoing. The night became a blur of tangled limbs, heated whispers, and unrestrained cries of pleasure. Sanji, your Sanji, was finally free, and the passion between you burned brighter than ever before. This man does not stop till he is completely spent, he is too lost in actually feeling and he wants to feel every single thing. 

Afterward, as you lay wrapped in his arms, his lips brushed against your temple. “Thank you,” he murmured softly.

“For what?” you asked, tracing lazy circles on his chest, you arch but could not find the power to care.

“For loving me the way you do. For letting me be myself,” he said, his voice warm and tender.

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Always.”

And as Sanji held you close, his heart beating steadily beneath your cheek, you knew you’d never let him hold back again.

This was such good one to write. If you like that please have a look at some of the other ask I have answered.

If you have an ask please send it through! No matter the character, cuteness or filthiness of it! If you want to read something explicitly let me know!

[f1daydreamer]

His True Love

Warnings: Fluff, angst, and Lando being the ultimate simp.

Word count: ~2,500

Summary: Fans speculate endlessly about Lando’s relationship with Magui Corceiro, but they’re way off the mark. He’s actually dating Magui’s cousin—Amélia—a private and shy soul. After months of keeping their relationship under wraps, Lando decides her birthday is the perfect time to introduce her to the world.

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The light from Lando’s phone illuminated his face as he scrolled through Instagram, his jaw tightening at the captions and comments under yet another photo of Magui Corceiro with his group of friends.

User4: It’s so obvious they’re together.

User3: Lando and Magui? I ship it!

User7: Power couple energy!

He sighed, tossing his phone onto the bed. It was the same thing over and over. Fans had latched onto the idea of him and Magui being together simply because she appeared in group photos and videos.

Amélia’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. “You okay?”

He turned to see her standing in the doorway, her soft hazel eyes meeting his. She was wearing one of his oversized hoodies, her golden-brown waves spilling over her shoulders, and her presence alone eased the tension in his chest.

“It’s just the fans,” he admitted, motioning for her to join him.

She padded over, sitting cross-legged beside him. “Still think you’re with Magui?”

He nodded, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah. It’s annoying.”

Amélia gave him a small smile, her shy demeanor never wavering. “Well, they don’t know about me. It’s not their fault.”

“But it’s frustrating,” he said, reaching out to take her hand. “I don’t want people thinking I’m with her when I have you.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she ducked her head. “I don’t mind staying out of the spotlight, Lando. It’s not worth the attention—or the drama.”

He frowned. While he understood her preference for privacy, he hated that their relationship was invisible to the world. She was the best part of his life, and he wanted people to know.

---

As weeks passed, the speculation grew worse. Every time Magui was seen with his friends, social media erupted with theories.

User9: Magui is so lucky.

User5: When will Lando finally confirm her?

User1: They’re literally perfect together.

It didn’t help that Amélia was nowhere to be found in his public life. She didn’t appear at races, avoided social media, and steered clear of situations where cameras might catch her.

One evening, as they curled up on the couch, Lando couldn’t keep his thoughts to himself any longer.

“I think I want to post about us,” he said, his voice steady but tentative.

Amélia blinked up at him, her expression soft but surprised. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he said firmly. “It’s your birthday soon, and I want to celebrate you—properly. Not just between us but with everyone.”

Her brows furrowed slightly. “Lando… your fans can be brutal. I don’t want you to deal with that.”

“They’ll love you,” he said, cupping her face in his hands. “And even if they don’t, I don’t care. You mean everything to me, Amélia. I want the world to know how lucky I am.”

Her heart fluttered at his words, and though she was still nervous, she trusted him. “Okay,” she whispered.

His face lit up with a grin, and he pulled her into his arms. “Best decision ever.”

---

The day of her birthday, Lando posted a carousel of photos on Instagram. Each one captured a special moment between them—moments that had remained hidden from the world until now.

Lando Norris: Happy birthday to my everything. You’re the kindest, most beautiful, and incredible person I’ve ever known. Thank you for making me the luckiest guy in the world. Love you forever, Amélia. 🧡

Within minutes, his post went viral. Fans flooded the comments, their reactions a chaotic mix of shock, curiosity, and adoration.

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Fans’ Reactions:

User21: WHO IS SHE?!

User11: Wait… this isn’t Magui?

User76: She’s stunning omg.

User44:I KNEW IT. Lando wasn’t dating Magui. They didn’t have the vibe.

User54: She looks so sweet and shy. I love her already.

User27:Protect Amélia at all costs.

Amélia scrolled through the comments with wide eyes, her nerves easing as she realized the overwhelming positivity.

She turned to Lando, who was lounging beside her with a triumphant smirk on his face.

“See? I told you they’d love you,” he said, clearly pleased with himself.

“Not all of them,” she replied, though her tone was light.

“They don’t matter,” he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “What matters is that now everyone knows you’re mine.”

She laughed softly, leaning into his embrace. “I guess they do.”

He pressed a kiss to her temple, his voice full of affection. “Happy birthday, love.”

---

Note

Hey, friends! So, this is my first time writing a one-shot, and wow, coming up with a plot? Easy-peasy. Actually writing it? A struggle and a half. But it was so much fun bringing this to life! Hope you enjoyed some Lando fluff with a side of angst—because who doesn’t love a man being a total simp? Thanks for reading! 💛

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

another post for @bttfjanaury! this one's @itsthemorph's mermarty au and very predictably i got carried away with it LMAO.

yap session and bonus stuff below the cut:

once again i came up with an entire backstory for this au, and if i were a fanfiction writer i would genuinely consider writing it since it's a lot less visually comedic than the weredoc au (and comedic in general, it's played a little straighter than "man turns into dog and is thoroughly inconvenienced by it") (unfortunate [in reference to visuals] bc i enjoy drawing mermarty a great deal more than weredoc GBJKGJ) bc i really like the premise but i'm pretty bad at fleshing out a narrative in enough detail to last the whole story so bullet points it is:

doc has decided to take a break from his time-travel-related research and go on vacation! the fresh coastal air might jostle a couple ideas into place, and while he is a nuclear physicist and not a marine biologist he wouldn't mind checking out some of the local aquatic life

and by local aquatic life he meant like normal fish and stuff. a nice mollusk or two even. so when he ends up fishing an entire boy out of the water instead he's understandably very shocked

before doc can move past the "where did he come from??" thought to register his more fish-like qualities, the boy makes a run (a swim?) for it. fortunately or unfortunately for doc, he ends up being able to register the fish-like qualities after all since he gets dragged into the water along with him. the moment doesn't last too long, though, and the fish-boy is gone as soon as doc realizes the guy has a fish tail instead of legs

doc gets back on the dock (haha), thinks about the whole ordeal for a bit, and decides that the best course of action is just to assume he hallucinated the whole thing in a fit of heatstroke or something like that. he's here to relax and get his thoughts in order so he can continue working on his time machine! there's no time to investigate fairy-tale creatures or whatever supposedly living off the coast of california!

it's not shown in the comic but i imagine doc has a little portable radio next to him as he was fishing, so some time passes before he catches a glimpse of something shining in the water underneath the dock

he looks through the cracks in the dock and lo and behold, it's the same boy from earlier! doc greets him, and the boy immediately disappears under the water. doc thinks he's scared him off until a few minutes later where he pokes his head out and says hi back

they get to chatting and doc learns a couple things:

1. his name is marty!

2. he was trying to get doc to realize that he forgot to put bait on his hook but got his hand caught on it, and was trying to get his hand unstuck from the hook without ripping it open before doc ever had the chance to see him, which he obviously failed at

3. both the being seen and ripping his hand open, because in his haste to get away after being seen by doc he ended up doing that anyways. so there's like a lot of blood coming out of his hand now? but like don't worry about it. it'll be fine. he thinks.

4. he really likes whatever it is that's playing on the radio

doc insists on patching up his hand and initially marty refuses but lets him do it eventually, and marty tells doc that for a land dweller he's actually surprisingly nice. doc says nah anyone would want to help out someone hurt, especially if they're the one's who caused it. and marty's kind of confused by that because his family's always warned him of how dangerous humans are, which he kind of never thought too hard about until now where his time off this particular coast has really proven them correct, because he's encountered a bunch of humans over the past couple weeks and they've all tried to kill him or catch him. doc's the only one who's actually bothered to say hi!

after learning that particular not-at-all-concerning tidbit, doc asks him to elaborate because there's a lot to unpack over there, but someone else walks onto the dock before marty can get a word in and he takes off

marty does not return, even once the other guy leaves, and when doc packs it up to return to the place he rented out for the vacation he overhears a conversation among a group of men about spotting something weird in the water earlier and that it kind of looked like a mermaid? and that if any of them manage to catch it they'll all be rich as thieves. and another guy in the convo goes no you're thinking of rich as kings, you're mixing it up with a different analogy. and the first guy goes no i'm not i said what i said

so now this vacation is doing anything but clearing doc's mind. he's really worried about that little fish guy

there's a couple more ideas i had but halfway through writing out this bullet list i've realized that if i were to actually write this as a fanfiction, i'd probably want to keep those a surprise. so what i just wrote out is kind of the equivalent of one chapter

edit after thinking about it a bit more: since most humans have been trying to kill him, marty really has no incentive to let a guy know that he's wasting his time fishing with a baitless hook. so a. he's still pretty optimistic that most humans aren't out to get him, even if his experience off this particular coast says otherwise, so he was trying to be nice anyway or b. (which i think is a lot funnier) he has started to pull on people's lines as a way to fuck with them. i think if i wrote this i'd change it to this one

i based mermarty off of a guppy fish! specifically this kind of guppy fish:

i was searching up kinds of fish and he just had the vibe of this thing. although now i think i should've made him a flying fish instead. for the pun

alternate ending to the mini comic:

the other one makes a little more sense since just approaching a guy whose species doesn't know about your existence unprompted is pretty stupid even for marty (and also i thought it was funny that the hook didn't have anything but doc ends up catching something anyways) but i still think this one's funny too

[glassesweirdo]

Imagine you are just a person who lives in piltover. The hamster dude that's been around for actually ever gets voted off the council, strange decision, but you have a life to live and it's not like you're petitioning to get the hamster back, you're more worried about the actual war brewing between the undercity (or you guess zaun now??? Someone in the market said that's what it is now) and piltover. And it been a bit since the lorax got removed, things are tense and enforcers are becoming even more dickish, and you're pretty sure a noxian war ship pulled up in the harbor at some point this month (but it's like a family visit maybe? you know councilor merdarda is noxian). It's night time, and ur sitting in ur living room wondering if you should contact ur family in demacia to see if they have an open room, when all of a sudden there the loudest boom ever and a bright ass flash of light comes in through your window, and you hear ur neighbor yell "DID THAT JUST HIT THE COUNCIL!?!" And you know he knows bc he's nosy and always looks at shit with binoculars. Other people are screaming, and you're like 90% sure you just witnessed piltovers 9/11, and you stand outside for like 30 minutes just starring at the destruction bc you live like 2 blocks from it, and then councilor talis?? Is running past you??? holding what definitely looks like a two week old corpse?????? Its fucking half purple??????????? And you start really pondering why you moved here in the first place, bc being close to the academy is not nearly fucking worth everything that has happened in the last 40 minutes, let's hope ur aunt has space in the country side.

[love-byers]

i had the misfortune of ending up on mileven tiktok by accident and found some gold

dude. how many times do we have to say its not the fact that they're standing next to each other. its the fact that they're standing next to each other when all the other characters are paired off with their significant other with significant space between them. they are SANDWICHED between two couples that they have numerous other parallels with. like you have to be playing dumb if you think we're just saying byler is endgame because they're in the same proximity. and WDYMMMM MIKE ISN'T EVEN LOOKING AT HIM why does that matter?? the whole point is that they're all looking forward at the fucking apocalypse beginning. nancy and jonathan weren't looking at each other, joyce and hopper weren't looking at each other. why does that matter?? and holy shit watching them try to analyze media is hilarious. the byler commenter was very concise an respectful and ofc the mlvn has to be backhanded. no, the 2 minute scene of mike saying i love you is not random, it's actually meticulously crafted so that we're able to tell mike is lying...

uhh because WILL IS THE MAIN FUCKING CHARACTER OF SEASON 5 AND THE WUOLE POINT OF AN ENDING SHOT OF A SEASON IS TO FORESHADOW THE NEXT SEASON???

do they think we're making this up???

he is the center and lead of season 5 and his arc is going to tie the whole series together. but nah they just paired him with mike and left him in the background on the hill just because el needed to be in front. they could've done a million other set ups where it actually comes off that mike and el are a team and in love and want to work together. they could've had those couples together and then had will alone or behind them and done a close up like they did with el in the actual scene, but no, he had to be with mike. and not only is he with mike, he and mike are paired off together and CENTERED. the CENTER of season 5 is CENTERED in the final shot of the season and he is standing with his long time best friend who he is desperately in love with. and all of this is foreshadowing for season 5, which if you've forgotten, is all about connection and finding belonging with others.

"People talk about mythology and The Upside Down, and all that is huge, but the magic of S5 are the characters who find a sense of belonging with other and through that connection, become heroes."

"[Season 5] It's about a group of people who question their value, who find each other, and who find superpowers in connection."

remember when mike beat himself up and questioned his value as a person because he feels weak and powerless and stupid next to el and then will gave him a painting where mike is a literal knight in shining armor and and confessed his own feelings about how mike holds everything together and makes him feel like he's better for being different and gives him the courage to keep fighting and how he'll always need mike and that finally made mike feel reassured

yeah...

alright you guys have to be lying. you can't think of a single reason why people would ship byler?? not a one??? you know what actually, you're right. why on earth would people ship two characters where one is canonically in love with the other, they've been best friends since the first day of kindergarten, they are always a duo, they have a special friendship compared to the others, one said asking the other to be his friend is the best thing he's ever done, one thinks home isn't the same without the other, they hold hands, put their arms around each other, always look out for each other, etc etc ETC. no yeah i don't see it

was the person who confirmed this named mike wheeler...

no yeah we just say random things. those of us using the knowledge we gained in film school/creative writing school to analyze a form of media are just saying random things. i just love making shit up!

mlvns are so silly lol like they really think they know more about film/writing than people who STUDY IT AND DO IT FOR A LIVING

[tragic-ships-tournament]

Tragic Ships Tournament Round 1

NOTE: INCREDIBLE JMART ART FROM @q-isthebestletter!

Propaganda under the cut!

Tenrose:

"Oh my god they're so. ugh. they mean literally everything to me. From the wiki: 'They frequently bring out the best in each other, supporting and uplifting the other person, comforting them, and sometimes just acting totally giddy to be in each other's presence. They both display their trust in the other person's capabilities on numerous occasions, and seem uncommonly matched.' HOW CUTE IS THAT 😭😭😭😭 . BRO HE LITERALLY SAYS I LOVE YOU TO HER AND THEN FLIES AWAY. OH MY GOD. BEING THE DOCTOR PREVENTS HIM FROM MAKING ACTUAL CONNECTION BUT THAT DOESNT STOP MY BOI. OGH AND ALSO " “I made my choice a long time ago. I'm never gonna leave you.” ROSE WTF"

Jmart:

"Martin thinks it's hot when Jon smites the horrors. He wants them to 'get their murder on.' Get yourself a man that supports your murderous tendencies."

bonus propaganda because that one was so short: "they literally had me sobbing on my kitchen floor. idk what else to say, man 😭"

[inbabylontheywept]

Party Favors: Part 4

The ambassador went into great depth about the technical details of the ship. I stopped listening ten minutes in. I knew that I should care, that this was, in some way, my fault, but I just. I couldn't. Nothing that he said stuck. Insanity is frictionless - it can't be grasped. Anything that should slow it down just squeezes it somewhere else. Sometimes over, sometimes under, sometimes around or past. But never through. The only place to trap madness is inside, and I wasn't willing to open up for it. Seemed better to drown. So I drowned.

At some point the human looked over at me and froze in place. It spoke, and it was not a question. 

"You aren't listening." 

"No," I admitted. It was a relief to be caught. Pretending to pay attention is one of life's great traps - the longer one gets away with it, the harder it is to stop. The words pile up like debt, and the interest paid is the interest feigned. Some people lose years of their lives like that. I only lost a few hours. 

It tapped its fingers along the counter a few times, considering what to do. How to proceed. 

"Are you bored?" it asked. 

There was something vulnerable in the question. A shared secret. I had some idea of the place that boredom played in human culture. I was leery of imbuing my intention with that much meaning. 

"It is hard to pay attention," I said, careful in my phrasing. 

"Because it's boring?" the ambassador pressed. It did not seem hurt. It was matter-of-fact in its assessment. 

"Because I don't know what most of what you're saying means," I said. "I am not a tactician."

It tilted its head at me and inhaled hard, the translator crackling with the rush of air between bone. There was a whistle like death from above combined with a rattle like the echoes one could find on dead channels. 

It cleared the haze around its mouth enough for me to see it smiling again. 

"Not a tactician," it said in my voice. I'd have thought it was playing a record if I couldn't see its lips dancing behind the glass. It seemed to mull the statement over, mouth moving as if chewing the meaning apart. Biting and biting and biting.

"Why not?" it finally asked. 

I didn't know how to answer that, exactly. 

"I was busy becoming a diplomat," I said. "I don't have time to learn everything."

It inhaled again, the noise rasping, the mouth twisting down in disapproval. It didn't like this, but it needed to see. The clear vision through the visor was less haunting than I had feared. It was smoother than I thought it would be. Less sharp than its teeth. Sleek and hairless in a way that made me think of something aquatic. 

It looked at me with eyes white like stars, and it spoke. 

"You are short on time, so you are trying to be less? Do you think being small will save you? Or are you simply hoping to make it less noticeable when you are gone?"

I didn't know what to say. We watched each other as the slow trickle of smog filled the helmet up, until the sharpness covered in smooth skin got covered by thick, roiling smoke. 

"What is the fastest way to become a tactician?" I asked. It looked up at me, opaque as ever, considering the question for a few seconds before answering. 

"By seeing," it decided. "And I will show you such things."

Party Favors: Part 1

The ambassador asked me if I wanted a party favor. I was tempted, but human minds were notoriously resilient. What might bend their mind into an amusing shape for an hour or two could break mine altogether.

I declined. The ambassador shrugged in a way that made it very clear that he considered it my loss, before dropping several spoonfuls of the substance into a specialized port on his exosuit. By default, the visor was dark enough one could barely make out the dark outline of the creature's bulbous skull, but as smoke started to trickle up into the dome, even that was lost. Where I should’ve seen an alien face, there was my own dim reflection, twisted by the curvature of the glass and the slow roil of smog.

“It is rare to receive guests,” it said in my voice. As if stealing my face wasn’t enough. It was an unsettling but common convention for humans to borrow the voice of whoever they were talking to. The generous view of this was that they enjoyed being mirrors. Personally, I’d always viewed them as a species afraid of being observed. It is hard, to see the mirror underneath a reflection.

“Do you want more?” I asked.

I couldn’t see its face, but I could tell it was exhaling by the way vortices formed in the smoke.

“Yes,” it replied. “But I know my limits.”

It then carefully pushed the remaining pouch of powder towards the center of the table. The question of whether it had been talking about guests, or its recreation, suddenly grew fuzzy.

I decided to assume the best and plowed forward.

“Our colony by outpost Battan. It’s-”

“Struggling,” it finished. There was a glint of white inside the smoke, a hint of exposed wet bone. Weeks of study informed me this was intended to set me at ease.

“Yes.”

“Bad neighbors?”

The question was posed innocently enough, but it gave away the entire story. Twenty years of guerilla strikes, of blood and coin andlost life summed up in two words. A pathetically small conflict, and yet, large enough that the humans knew of it.

I did not answer. I stood still and watched my own face stare back. Humans loved games. I did not want to play.

It matched me again. Always the mirror. Coy when I was coy. Serious when I was serious.

“Any requests for how they are handled?”

“No unnecessary bloodshed.”

It inhaled deep enough to clear the smoke from the dome. My reflection was interrupted, replaced with the form of the thing in the suit. The lines of the face were murky enough but what shone brightest through the glass were its eyes - perfect paper white spheres, slick and shining. It seemed wrong for something to look so earnest and so hungry.

“That is not what humans are for.”

I could not decide if it was agreeing to or denying my request. I looked into its eyes as long as I could, as long as I could still make them out through the haze drifting up through the neck slot. Only when they were well and truly gone did I take my glove off, and reach across the table. It gripped my hand, clenched around it hard, and then let it go suddenly. I’d been told this meant the deal was sealed.

I should have just left. But I was always too curious, so I asked my final question.

“Why us? Why not them?”

“Because you came to me first,” it replied, as if the answer was obvious. “And I was very bored.”

It showed me the door very soon after that. I had the presence of mind to avoid running until I made it out of the building.

[bloodwrittenletters]

YOU'LL BE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

pairing . . . percy jackson x mortal!fem!reader

the cassette playing . . . birds of a feather! billie eilish

the letter reads . . . roman or greek, mortal or demigod, you and percy jackson were supposed to meet in every lifetime.

warnings . . . angst ( like a lot of it ), slight nsfw ( making out ), survivor's guilt, mentions of ptsd ( post-traumatic stress disorder), cursing, comedic relief.

a/n . . . can you tell I sobbed my way through this? can you also tell how much I love romance? can you also tell how much i love percy jackson and i took the opportunity of showing it? UGH. anyways!! :pp I hope you all like this and let me know if I should do another part of falling into tartarus ( or if I should make this a little series ), or if I should just leave it at a happy ending ^.^ AND I'M SOOOOORRRY THIS WAS DELAYED, SOME THINGS GOT DELETED AND HAD TO REWRITE A LITTLE 😭😭😭 alsooo this isn't very accurate because i haven't read the hoo recently, so apologies and fyi!!! love you all and i hope you enjoy

( thank you to all who waited, and also very much to these people!!! @itzmeme @aliteralhooman @bes2005 @miffysoo @littlecarrot06 )

a continuation of this and second part of this . . .

the truth was that you wanted to cry. but percy needed you, he had called you, he had told you not to cry, and that he loved you. how could you ever break down when your missing boyfriend needed you?

you called annabeth, you told her, you broke down demanding answers to questions your braind suddenly decided to flip on after bating your pretty little eyes away from the insecurity the possibility of percy lying to you; because he always was. percy jackson had too many secrets, so deep in his sould it's like he grew up in a field of thorned roses, and after months of stress and fear you took some scissors and dove head first into the mess that the fucking gods ( yes, there are gods in this plot twist ) had thrown your lovely boyfriend to.

it came down to you, it all made sense. annabeth tried to talk you through it, explain everything and anything that might seem important from her view for you to know, but your brain was too far gone.

percy was borned doomed.

oh, and he was half god, too.

in your brain, every stutter, every night of him waking up in a cold sweat, every dodge of questioning his camp, everything made sense. the scars, the fear in his eyes you used to find before he dissapeared. or even the way you could feel him shake when you kissed him.

your precious boyfriend lived in a world of fantasies you used to read about, he was a demigod! annabeth was a demigod! grover was a satyr!

everything made sense and none at all in the same moment. in a snap of a second you were studying the messy family tree percy had on his dad's side. all meanwhile annabeth worked herself off along with other fellow demigods to craft a warship to travel to fucking california because sadly you couldn't book a flight and go get percy. you had to do it the divine way, you had to sit and watch sally jackson be worried sick, you had to sit and wait as annabeth masterminded her plain, and while all that sitting, you studied!

here's a run of fun facts:

percy's uncle, zeus, left the mother of his namesake, danae, pregnant through a golden rain. percy's cousin and annabeth's mother, athena, made way for herself to be born through zeus skull, after the king of the gods swallowed her mother. kronos swallowed his—

you got the point.

you read every single book about greek and roman mythology you could get your hans on, you memorized names and places and stories and retellings and every single thing that could be helpful. you didn't have the talents to build a war ship...

or much of anything in comparison to all the half-bloods, but you could memorize all and every bit of the gods if it meant you would help percy.

he was your best friend, the one who during the school year would ask his mom for chocolates in case you had cramps during your period, the one who would get in detention constantly to defend you, the one who would sneak out of class to walk you to the next one.

even if he was away, percy always was the safest place you could run to.

and when he turned to your boyfriend, it was like everything was right. kissing him was right, his hand soothing your back when a sad movie hit home was right, percy's face smeared with lipstick was right.

so, when it was his voice calling your name for help, how could you ever not answer?

you and annabeth fought every step of the way. in other circumstances, you knew in your heart she could be your dearest friend, but right now it was playing it nice with her or getting to percy sooner.

and percy won. every single time. there was no other option, it was just percy.

'you can't come with us.' 'i'm going.' 'i said no.' 'i don't care.' 'we have no space for you.' 'i'll sleep on the damn floor if i have to, i'm getting on that ship.' 'you're a mortal.' 'i'll take a knife.' 'that's not enough to keep your safe, this is crazy, you have-' 'i'm going.' 'percy is gonna kill me.'

every day, the two of you found something new to argue over. but, in the end, she took you under her wing and let you come.

something that you couldn't stop thanking her for, whole heartdely, you believed she would throw you over board.

of course, this wasn't for free. you had to learn how to use every weapon on that ship, and have a basic understandament of self defense... and a fire extintor on you in case leo ( another half-blood, one you had learned to befriend ) burst into flames and couldn't turn off.

yeah, you would never be bored with them.

every single moment that you had spent away from him came down on you like an avalanche when you arrived to new rome. there was too much going on, a) the argo ii wasn't allowed on sacred grounds, b) no mortals allowed. and it wasn't like you could change your past and make one of your parents hook up with some god so you were allowed into the grounds of new jupiter.

"terminus," you hissed, feeling panic crawl out of your gut and settle in your throat. "i understand your rules, i understand you're not supposed to let me in your stupid—"

"sacred!" jason butted in, nodding along, trying to calm the waters.

"grounds," you continued like there was no interrumption. because this felt stupid, a boy who belonged in the comfortness of your heart was in there, it was stupid you weren't allowed to go back to him. "someone in there called me, alright? i need to see him."

"no," the god shaked his head, and you almost lanched yourself at him to hurt him in any way you could. jason stopped you. and very deep within you, you knew it was the best desicion.

you turned to annabeth, letting jason and piper try to find some allowance for you. tears pooled in your eyes and annabeth gave you the most broken glance, before focusing on finding you a solution.

the daughter of athena knew well just how head over heels percy was. she wasn't there to witness the whole thing, but she remembered long conversations between herself and her best friend where he couldn't shut up about how pretty your eyes were, or how sometimes two strands of your hair would curl into a heart.

annabeth knew you were important, and she also knew that percy needed to see you as soon as possible before the world met the wrath of a loving boyfriend without his sweet angel near him.

grover probably was going insane with rage and longing back at camp half-blood.

"there must be a way."

"there isn't."

piper sighed, glancing back at you and then focusing on her task. charm speak wasn't working on this guy, maybe a breath taking love story would.

"listen, that girl there in the brink of a break down? her boyfriend has been missing for months, he just dissapeared, and she called her to come get him. his name is percy jackson, and we just need you to let them meet again," piper sighed. she had to twist this more. more drama, more love, more tears. she had to sell this cinema worthy love story to terminus.

"have you ever been in love?"

"pipes—"

"oh, no, right, yeah. so," she hurried to explain, befor terminus took that as an offense and kicked them out completly. "what i mean is that, they're in love! a love so deep that even after months of silence, the called her, knowing that she was the one person he could trust to find him— even after he knew she would find out he lied! she didn't care, she's here, just trying to get through you, she won't do any harm, she just wants to see her boyfriend again."

"it's not going to work on me, daugther of venus."

piper threw her arms into the air, huffing in frustration and taking a step back, murmuring to leo: "do you think we can sneak her in?"

leo frowned, looked back at annabeth and you, seeing you hysterical, rambling about old myths and how unfair this was, and then looked back at piper.

"i don't think we have that choice."

as jason tried his best to find a deal with terminus, percy was deep into camp's grounds, looking away to the war ship at the borders of camp jupiter.

she's here, he thought. she's here, she found her way here, but why is she not coming down here?

by the tick of the second, percy grew more and more impatient. his skin started to act agaisnt himself, an unbereable itch starting in the nape of his neck and coming down his spine. the air started to feel thicker around him, groaning and huffing to himself, ignoring completly the looks hazel, frank and reyna were giving him.

"sit down, percy," reyna suggested.

percy stopped, looked at her, and kept pancing around. it's not that he didn't want to listen to her, more like there was something on his brain that didn't allow him to stop. there was nothing he could to stop himself. he gripped his forearm, nails biting into the tattoo he now had, trying to scratch it off as if that would make you appear in front of his eyes.

he tried. once, twice. hazel scolded at him and he stopped trying, it wasn't working.

"reyna," percy said, and when the ocean green met the dark onyx there was no denying that the desperation would push percy into a very, very bad spot. "they won't let her come down here, will they? she's a mortal so she can't—"

"no, percy, i'm sorry."

percy looked at the sky, and there were string of curses in greek coming from his lips.

"there has to be some way, please, reyna. i can't stand it."

frank looked at reyna like he wanted to help percy plead his case.

hazel pointed at something, and in a moment, percy was nowhere in sight in any of the three.

you sneaked in, somehow, some way. maybe aphrodite ( or venus, at this point ) had taken mercy upon you. she had looked at the situation and just pull the right strings to get you running right into percy's arms.

where the greek crew of argo ii still tried to come up with some solution, you were running with all your force towards the love of your life. your boy. your love.

it didn't matter on what life time, or how, when, why. you and percy met, every single one of them where your sould would meet his and tangle in a way that no matter what twist and ties were cut, nothing could do the two of you apart. hera tried, and she did really hard, but little did you know that percy never forgot you.

in his mind there was no memory of who he was, what his name was. nothing, absolutely blank, there was nothing in there but your name, the pink of your lips, the way your hands felt around his. all of those memories of you balmed up with the lipstick stains he knew you would leave all around his skin.

and he knew that he didn't mind it, he loved it. he would get them tattoed on his skin if they weren't already so in his heart.

your arm stretched out, and your boyfriend grabbed your hand. there were shouting behind you, and when gasps filled the background, percy and you were kissing.

it was slow, there were tears, his hands trailed up and trailed down, his forehead resting agaisnt yours as his hands gently mapped your skin, memorizing it again, looking if there were changes, hoping that it was warm under his finger tips as it always was.

you felt even better than his memories.

"h-hi, angel," he sobbed, attempting to kiss your tears away, but there was too many, maybe because some of his mixed with yours, melting together in the same kissing scene as the two of you were doing right now.

percy had grown taller, your tippy toes weren't enough to meet his lips. his hair was longer and some strands looked like gold under the sunlught, he smeled like the ocean--- and when you breathed agaisnt his lips and felt the relaxing, familiar scent you sobbed all over again., his lips were softer ( maybe for being untouched for so long ), and his eyes were the same. the same ones you so much loved, just more wet now.

you sniffled, and cupped his cheeks before kissing him again. this was more impatient, there were more sighs and huffs from the both of you, and percy sneaked one of his arms around your waist and set his hand politely on your hip, before slowly taking up the weight.

you were basacally flying, and all in his arms. you let out a happy sob.

"hi, baby."

you rested your forehead agaisnt his, noses pressed softly agaisnt each other's. every breath you let out, he took in, his lungs tainting of glitter and butterflies. every breath percy let out, you took in, and your smile widened when your lungs filled with relaxation and love.

"i love you," percy promised. "every piece of me— loves you."

"i love you, too," you kissed the corner of his mouth gently, before returning to your original spot. "i don't think my heart is inside my chest anymore."

percy frowned. "you're going to be sweet, aren't you?"

a smirk crept into your lips, once that you had seen percy wear before, right when he said something snarky and stole a little peck from you.

"i think my heart is in here," you tapped your fingers over his chest, beneath the obvious banging of percy's heart. "hugging yours, kissing yours."

percy kissed you before you got the chance to steal his lips away.

"love you," you both whispered into the other's mouth, before percy slowly eased you back to your feet, but never backing away more than a couple inches, his eyes clear on yours, full of love, and a smile that created three dimples. two on his right cheek, and a tiny one in his chin.

"angel?"

"hmm?"

"i think we just made out in front of a lot soldiers."

"... and i think i sneaked in."

percy laughed, ignoring the glances. he felt them now, but he was too busy to care. "you think?"

"i'm innocent, your honour, i just wanted my boyfriend."

percy pressed three quick kisses to your lips. before a yell of his name threw him off of cloud nine. annabeth chase... she was gonna kill him.

"that can't be good."

you kissed all around his face, not minding one bit what was happening around you. it was your right to do this, if anyone had an issue with you kissing percy, they could go fuck themselves.

"i love you, my lovely boy."

[tsururoach]

MEZZO" Fan Kuji

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Under The Cut: God speed my friends.

+ A comic for Enstars fans somewhere in there

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