#so i hope this is okay !!!

[mxmarsbars]

happy valentine’s day from the guy

silly clock duo comic under cut ^_^

it’s their special day and nobody else’s

[xtinyslip]

cecilia had known that this was bullshit. she had known. people who claimed to be her family like elaine had, they turned out to be pieces of shit. of course, paul had gotten information on who had leaked this and although he may not have gotten as much as a name. he had gotten the description, and the job title of this so called V-I-FUCKING-P. she was seething. this had the potential to ruin paul's life and as he was actual family to her, she wasn't going to sit back and watch it happen with a smile. as soon as the door opened, and cecilia saw it wasn't parker. she swung, and she swung her fist hard into elaine's face. making sure to step through the door so the little bitch couldn't close it on her. oh, with how cecilia felt right now? she was ready to kill her. she really was. did she even care that parker might be home? that he was about to witness and hear this? no, she didn't and good luck to him trying to pull her off this woman after what she had done. she had been the one to spread these lies? she was the reason her husband refused to come home to her? and she was the one acting as though she would be doing cee the favor by letting her run the hospital with her? the hospital that was cecilia's to begin with? fuck this. she was about to be put in her place and as no on else was willing? well, cecilia would happily do the honors. "that was for me," reaching forward to attempt to grab her hair, hopefully use it to smash her face into something. perhaps that lovely counter that she and parker had almost christened the other day. "and for paul. do you think this is the first time someone's tried to be clever with me? you stupid, little bitch! this ends now!" @fcrafcrtnight

[steel-forged]

Tea for Two to Tango

Closed starter for @risingshine (Chiasa)

There was always something new to be surprised by and excited for. So far from home, in such a strange land, the last thing Sentine ever expected to find was a shrine that would have looked right at home in Doma. The huge gate had caught her attention and left her gaping for a long moment before she made up her mind to venture in and pay respects to the kami here, provided it was a good kami.

Before passing through the gateway, she stopped to remove most of her adventuring gear. Scythe, armor, potions, traveling tools, even setting her shoes aside. Only then did she slowly walk through, taking in all the sights around her.

Once at the shrine proper, she stood outside, head bowed. This seemed like a calm, friendly, and oddly warm place. Although, the multitude of strange little puffball creatures roaming around didn't seem to mind the heat. They kept wiggling their paws and chittering at her in an admittedly cute way. Going inside, she knelt before the altar, placing a small satchel of gil as an offering before turning up one of her palms. "O kami of this strange land, I offer you this thanks of coin and aether, that it may appease you and nourish you." Energy flowed from her, a mixture of elemental aspects that seemed heaviest of light and shadow.

[hanafubukki]

That feeling when you can't enjoy Eric Venue like everyone else because he shares the name of your abusive father 😥 On the plus side, it can be comforting to imagine father and son helping me get over it haha. ( I sent something like this to Jangmi too, so if they answer it and this seems familiar then it's the same person. Gotta vent to friends, right?)

Hello Anonie 🌺💚💞

Let me start off by saying, thank you for feeling comfortable enough with me to vent about this ☺️🫂🌺 and I’m sure Jangmi would say the same🌷

I’m not sure if I’m saying this right but I’m sorry if all this talk about Vil’s father brought up any uncomfortable feelings/memories for you and I hope you are doing well Anonie.

I believe the name Eric Venue is his stage name. So if he’s seeing you having trouble, I’m sure both him and Vil would switch to his casual name. Vil’s father is really adorable and caring for his son and how he treated his friends, so I can see him taking the extra steps to comfort you.

If you feel comfortable, I can see you three work together to get over it. But it is always based on your comfort levels Anonie.

(Please filter out the name Anonie if it’s hard for you. Health comes first always dear Anonie 🙏💞🌺)

[keicordelle]

I promised myself I wasn’t going to write Hades fic right now, but then I stumbled onto @magusculpa‘s comic Ease Off and I couldn’t help myself. That Zagchilles kiss scene awakened something in me, and I absolutely love the flashes of Patroclus in the background. It’s so beautiful and emotional it just scrambles my brain 😭

The Zagchilles kiss that flowed from my pen is a little bit angstier, but I hope it will be a worthy homage anyway. I’ll likely post this on Ao3 later, but for now...

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POV Achilles

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Risk it all, huh? Zagreus leaned in, his grip tentative in my chlamys, fearful fingers curled in the loose fabric. Fearful of rejection, perhaps. That I would push him away and refuse him. That I would not return his feelings. That after this, nothing would ever be the same between us.

Fear is for the weak. A lesson repeated in perpetuum, and one the student had learned better than his teacher. For all the nervous tremble to his lashes, there was no hesitation as Zagreus leaned in and claimed my lips for his own. He moved slowly, granting me ample time to pull away, but I did nothing, standing frozen beneath the motion of those lips on mine.

They were soft. Gods, how they were soft. I'd almost forgotten the feel of another's mouth against my own: the warmth of another's lips on mine, the moist brush along the seam of my mouth, the heat of a body bleeding through my clothes as he pressed closer. He tilted his head further, so utterly gentle as his lips moved on mine, exploring, seeking something that I was not sure I could give. His face was so serene, so impossibly hopeful, his mismatched eyes closed against the world so that naught but he and I remained and-- Why was I watching him? This isn't right, this isn't how it's supposed to--

Hesitation had crept into Zagreus's kiss, his lips faltering against mine and the barest furrow marring his brow. My unbeating heart seemed to pound in my chest and bubble up my throat, the rush of blood through my ears more memory than reality. But this kiss, this kiss was real, and if I didn't act soon, Zagreus was going to pull away before I'd resolved what to make of that.

Close your eyes, if it makes it easier...

My eyes drifted closed, shutting out everything but his kiss, until naught remained in all the underworld but the feeling of his lips on mine and his shaky breath against my skin. All at once, it was easier. It was a simple thing to melt into his touch, to wrap him in an embrace and cup the back of his head in my hand. My lips parted beneath his, allowing him in to explore, and his tongue brushed haltingly against mine.

His touch was tender, the tentative first flutter of a butterfly's wings. A quiet sigh of relief slipped from him, tension leeching from the tight muscles of his back as I pulled him against me, giving in to the power of that kiss. So long. It had been so long since I'd held him like this, fingers curling in his thick dark locks and my tongue twined with his. I tilted my head to get a better angle, passion arcing like lightning down nerves dulled by disuse. I deepened the kiss, mouthing greedily at him, tongues clashing and my nose crushed into the warmth of his cheek so I could breathe deeply of his familiar....

He smelled of pomegranates and flame and the faint tang of iron. Tears pricked in the back of my nose as I clung to the memory of a different scent. Of sea foam and salt, and of the oil he used to use on his armor. Of sunbeams on his skin, and the musty tang of sweat after a long day spent fighting at each other's sides. Of blood and ash as my lips closed over cold flesh. No. No. Not that last. Anything but that.

His kiss was nothing like Patroclus's. Zagreus was gentle. His lips melded to mine and yielded to me. He did not fight me as I claimed his mouth with my own, surrendering easily and giving himself over to my lead. Every kiss with Patroclus had been a battle, twin flames of passion rising to war in a clash of lips and tongues and teeth until our lungs burned with the need for air and our hearts burned with the need for each other. Even our moments of tenderness had been intense, my whole body seeming aflame with the strength of my love for him. If Patroclus's kiss had been a tempest over the churning mists of the wine dark sea, Zagreus's was the gentle lap of waves upon the shore, carrying with it a serenity that was as unfamiliar as it was comforting.

In life I had burned hot, passion and love and anger a searing heat even in moments of peace. Perhaps the flames of Hades could reforge me into a gentler man, capable of the sort of soft affection that suffused Zagreus's kiss. Perhaps it already had.

If only I could kiss Patroclus like this now. Free from the burdens and folly of life, with the gentle wisdom that only death can bring. He deserves tenderness and sweet kisses and the soothing brush of sweet lips upon his skin.

He deserved better. Better than I had offered him in life. Better than I could offer him in death. Better... Would that I could lay him down upon the rolling fields of Elysium and love him properly. I'd press my lips against his brow, his cheeks, the tip of his nose and the delicate backs of his eyelids. I would cover every inch of his flesh with my worship, and only then would I dare to brush his lips with my own, gently and cautiously. Zagreus's kiss, passed through my lips to his. It seemed the lad still had a great deal to teach me, if I was willing to let him. If I was willing to risk it all. To forgive myself for my past mistakes and permit myself the cruelty of hope. To set aside my fears and embrace an eternity spent not in mourning but in love. Fear is for the weak. Fear is for the weak. Fear is for the weak.

-- And I but a lowly ant beneath its heel.  

Wetness spilled like blood drops down my cheek to slip between our lips and bloom salt over my tongue. Zagreus jolted in my grasp, his eyes flying open as he pulled back. "Achilles? Are you... Is everything alright?"

My hands fell from him as my own eyes drifted open slower, reality settling itself back upon my shoulders like Atlas's burden. "I'm alright, lad. Just lost to memories better left to the mists of time."

"I-- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-- Well, I did, but..." His hands slipped from my shoulders to hang lamely at his sides, his lower lip caught between his teeth as he shifted uncertainly, unsure what to do.

Part of me wanted to comfort him, wanted to assure him that he had done no wrong and that I did not fault him for his affections. The rest of me ached like an old scab torn open, and when I opened my mouth, what came out was not the placid reassurances that I'd intended but, "You should go, lad. Leave this old shade to his ghosts. For now, at least."

Zagreus hesitated. He started to reach for me, but when I stepped back out of his grasp he let his arm drop to his side, resignation in the set of his eyes and the wilted laurels about his crown. "Alright. I... I'm sorry, sir." He turned away, the echo of his bare feet on the tile seeming painfully final as he left me to my sorrow.

Risk it all, he'd said. But what were you supposed to do once you'd gambled and lost?

[piperslovebot]

Don't like: Owen Milligan & Frankie/Jonah

Owen Milligan: I liked seeing him help train Anya for the army and his bond with Tristan in s12, but aside from that, he’s a fucking sleazeball. I am down to read fic where he does grow and change properly tho.

Fronah: I liked them as a couple in s1-2 and in s3, aside from the online stalking and Frankie being all pouty about Jonah not wanting to fuck her, I think they were cute.

[demon-blood-youths]

For Big Brother Yuji || Closed RP

For @the-silver-peahen-residence​ from here

“Let’s go!” Taz smiles. “Where would Mister Ichiji be?” Maybe in the office or somewhere in the campus. Maybe Maki and Nobara would know. Also...

“Also uh...Maki and Nobara. Do you know where cows live in Japan? Like on a farm? Is there farm near Tokyo or outside of it?” She asked. 

[multistoty]

Liked For A Short Starter

@koroldemonov

Mal was still deciding wether or not he liked this prince charming privateer.  He was the type to smell of magic and heartbreak and play the hero he denies himself to be. After all, dreams that come true can be beautiful, but they can also turn into nightmares when people won't wake up. It wasn’t that he was jealous of his flirtations with Alina. Absolutely not. He felt supremely out of place in this meeting room. Not that he didn’t enjoy the warmth of the air and the deserts set out elegantly. It was surprisingly joyful for a war room- or a makeshift one at that. Everyone else had peetered out at the room leaving him swimming in the jewel toned eyes of the cavilar leader. His back straightening slightly. Mouth dipping slighly into a frown. It isn’t that he dislikes the man. In fact, they might be close friends on other circumstances. It was hard for the tracker. Knowing that they were in here in the lap of luxury when there were kids ilke him out there starving. It only got worse when the man seemed to beckon him forward. “I suppose it’s you and me, your highness, or- captain?”

[okeancs]

            ♆                 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓                 ♆ @holdfastdanae

            𝐀     𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓     𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃,     𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆     𝐀𝐒     𝐈𝐓     𝐇𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃     𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑     𝐍𝐎𝐓     𝐘𝐄𝐓     𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆     𝐓𝐎     𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐊.     How     long     had     it     been     since     he     last     spoke     to     his     mother,     since     he     had     been     HOME?     The     moment     his     feet     stuck     the     earth     upon     landing     in     the     east     coast,     the     son     of     the     sea     came     rushing     home.     Only     to     find     himself     frozen     at     the     doorstep.     How     would     he     begin     to     explain     everything?     The     queen     of     the     gods     kidnapped     him,     stole     all     his     memories,     and     threw     him     into     yet     another     prophecy?     Y'know     just     an     average     Tuesday.     Forget     the     fact     that     he     had     just     saved     the     Gods'     asses     just     a     few     short     months     ago.     Deep     down,     he     knew     she     would     understand     but     it     wouldn't     change     the     GUILT     he     felt     building     in     his     chest.

                After     a     lingering     pause,     the     demigod     finally     mustered     the     COURAGE     to     let     his     knuckles     meet     the     door     with     a     hesitant     knock.     As     the     echo     faded,     he     shoved     his     hands     deep     into     the     pocket     of     his     hoodie,     concealing     the     mark     of     his     SHAME     etched     into     his     forearm.     The     sound     of     the     deadbolt     turning     tightened     the     knot     in     his     chest.     〝    Mom...     I'm     so     sorry..    〞      He     breathed,     his     voice     wavering.

[kensatou]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[mintytrifecta]

[image description: the bugs bunny in a tuxedo "I wish all (blank) a very pleasant (blank)" meme edited to say "I wish all of my Jewish followers a very pleasant rosh hashanah". In front of Bugs there is a jar of honey, a stack of apples and pomegranates. In front of bug's mouth there is a shofar.]

[aluminumneedles]

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

[tizzymcwizzy]

this is a poster i made for my call to action assignment in humanities! it's a bunch of basic and easy stretches for people who sit and work at a desk all day (me)

the idea is that you'd put the poster up above ur desk and do the stretches every 30 minutes or so,, the whole routine won't take more than about 6 minutes to complete and when done regularly it can prevent wrist, shoulder, neck and back pain! :)

all these stretches can be done while sitting (although i HIGHLY recommend you stand up and move around while taking a break from working)

you can get a free digital copy of this poster here on my gumroad!

and you can order a print/poster here from my inprnt!

[eydilily]

would you bite the hand that feeds you?

[guiiay]

the spear of longinus

[pandaglasses]

hey @miyaswa,

i don't know if you ever received an answer on finding translated paradox live content, but you can read the drama cds here and you can listen to them on youtube here