#the candle saga is done!!

[dear-ao3]

everyone: saph!! what happened with the candle saga!!!! tell us its been a year!!!

me: nothing happened. that's it that's the end. there was nothing else that occurred. the diamond is somewhere in my apartment. i think andie put theirs on a model house. that's it.

everyone: but surely! there was something else!! there must be!!!

me: no. that was it. nothing else to report. sometimes things have unsatisfying endings, as people involved in fandoms on tumblr you all should know this.

everyone: :/

me: :)

[thatoneluckybee]

I went to English class after answering asks about MPREG all morning and then accidentally started my argumentative essay for a major grade about mpreg and why I shouldn’t write it.

Luckily I caught the slip-up but I still feel like it’s very important that at least you know this. (And then by process of spreading hopefully Kiri and Chaos and Static will and NONE OF the NORMAL PEOPLE finding my blog from MPREG)

......That. Sure is a mistake to make. Wow. Thank you for saving your teacher's sanity

[getlostinthemoss]

I never showed the updates here i'm so sorry lmao

Where I am rn, that rug was such a good purchase btw. Sound dampening and makes the vibe immaculate

GETTING TO DESIGN MY ROOM HOW I WANT IT AND THERE'S MORE ON THE WAY BUT I'M SO EXCITED

I also just moved so it's gonna look weird rn lol

[inahandful-of-dust]

EPIC: The Musical - Act I and II

(As of November 2nd, 2024)

THE TROY SAGA

(Originally released December 25th, 2022 - Officially released July 4th, 2024)

1. The Horse and the Infant

Find that inner strength now Use that well of pride Fight through every pain now Ask yourself inside What do you live for? What do you try for? What do you wish for? What do you fight for?

2. Just a Man

But when does a comet become a meteor? When does a candle become a blaze? When does a man become a monster? When does a ripple become a tidal wave? When does the reason become the blame? When does a man become a monster?

3. Full Speed Ahead

We're up, we're off, and away we go We're up, we're off, and away we go Full speed ahead

4. Open Arms

This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms Whatever we face, we'll be fine if we're leading from the heart No matter the place, we can light up the world Here's how to start Greet the world with open arms

5. Warrior of the Mind

Maybe one day we'll reach them And we can build their skills as we teach them If there's a problem, we'll have the answer We are the warriors of the mind

THE CYCLOPS SAGA

(Originally released January 27th, 2023 - Officially released July 4th, 2024)

6. Polyphemus

Don't you know that pain you sow is pain you rеap? Time to drink your blood over where you stand Your life now is in my hand Before I'm done, you will learn that it's not so fun to take

7. Survive

Six hundred lives at stake, it's just one life to take And when we kill him, then our journey's over No dying on me now, defeat is not allowed We must live through this day

8. Remember Them

Remember them When the fire begins to fade For the fallen and afraid We are not to let them die in vain Remember them We're the ones who carry on The flames of those who've gonе And our comrades will not die in vain

9. My Goodbye

Unlike you, every time someone dies I'm left to deal with the strain What's a title that a goddess could lend if I'll never sleep at night?

THE OCEAN SAGA

(Released December 25th, 2023)

10. Storm

These waves and tides Have grown in strength and size Is it nature or divine Or a blessing in disguise? Our home's in sight This storm's our final fight There's no time to die

11. Luck Runs Out

How much longer 'til your luck runs out? How much longer 'til the show goes south? How much longer 'til we all fall down? You rely on wit, and people die on it

12. Keep your Friends Close

'Cause the end always justifies the means Friends turn into foes and rivalries So keep your friends close and your enemies closer Never really know who you can trust

13. Ruthlessness

The line between naïveté and Hopefulness is almost invisible So close your heart The world is dark and Ruthlessness is mercy-

THE CIRCE SAGA

(Released February 14th, 2024)

14. Puppeteer

Since we left home we've faced a variety of foes from a wide range of places Gods, monsters, you know the roster, hostile creatures that we could resist But this was a hell of a twist, 'cause we are weak to a power like this

15. Wouldn't You Like

Wouldn't you like a taste of the power? Wouldn't you like to use more than words?

16. Done For

My nymphs are like my daughters I protect them at all costs The last time we let strangers live We faced a heavy loss You've given me no reason to Bestow you with my trust

17. There Are Other Ways

Maybe showing one act of kindness Leads to kinder souls down the road I remember actions of passion I have been in love once before Maybe one day the world will need a puppeteer no more

THE UNDERWORLD SAGA

(Released April 26th, 2024)

18. The Underworld

All I hear are screams (All I hear are screams) Every time I dare to close my eyes I no longer dream (I no longer dream) Only nightmares of those who've died Nothing's what it seems (Nothing's what it seems)

19. No Longer You

I see a song of past romance I see the sacrifice of man I see portrayals of betrayal And a brother's final stand I see you on the brink of death I see you draw your final breath I see a man who gets to make it home alive But it's no longer you

20. Monster

Then I'll become the monster I will deal the blow And I'll become the monster Like none they've ever known So what if I'm the monster Lurking deep below? I must become the monster

THE THUNDER SAGA

(July 4th, 2024)

21. Suffering

How am I to evade him? How am I to get home? Which route should I take? Where am I supposed to go?

22. Different Beast

He is the man-made monster He is the one who conquers You are a threat no longer He won't take more suffering from you

23. Scylla

Give up your honor and faith Live up your life as a wraith Die in the blood where you bathe We must do what it takes to survive

24. Mutiny

How are we supposed to trust you now? Now your time has come, your luck's run out

25. Thunder Bringer

Thunder bringer, here to ring your Ears until you're deaf with fear And spear you while your death is near Lightning wielder, here to yield your Time, for you have passed your prime Sublime you for your act of crime

THE WISDOM SAGA

(August 30TH, 2024)

26. Legendary

It's just me, myself, and I Stuck in my bedroom, livin' in this world you left behind Dreamin' of all these monsters that I'll never get to fight But boy, I wish I could, so I could bring the world some light

27. Little Wolf

Let's teach this dog a lesson In front of all his kind One young wolf has a larger heart Than all these men combined

28. We'll Be Fine

And so I thought Maybe if I'd made a different call Maybe if I hadn't missed it all Maybe he'd be fine Maybe we'd unwind Maybe if I help another soul Maybe if I helped you reach your goal Life could be that bright I could sleep at night

29. Love in Paradise

You don't know what I've gone through You don't know what I've sacrificed Every comrade I long knew Every friend, I saw them die And all I hear are screams

30. God Games

Trust is not given, it's forged Why should I give him my support? He sacrificed his own cohort

THE VENGEANCE SAGA

(October 31st, 2024)

31. Not Sorry For Loving You

I'm angry and tired and restless and sad I'm stuck in the moments I swore that we had

32. Dangerous

I have to get home, put it all on the line I'm gonna use ruthlessness Every trick, every skill put to use for this I plan to put an end to all the foolishness I have to get home, put it all on the line I'll be dangerous

33. Charybdis

There, I see it The island I'vе been searching for Home, I've rеached it My wife and son are past these shores Holding on I am almost there

34. Get in the Water

Aren't you tired, Poseidon? It's been ten years, how long will this go? We're both hurting from losses So why not leave this here and just go home?

35. Six Hundred Strike

How does it feel to be helpless? How does it feel to know pain? I watched my friends die in horror Crying as they were all slain I heard their final moments Calling their captain in vain Look what you turned me into Look what we've become

[vibrantbirdy]

hi! i was hoping i could request a poe dameron x reader where he has a huge crush on the reader who works a small part of the resistance but he keeps making a fool of himself in front of them but the reader finds him cute anyways. thank u!!

Yes anon, thank you! This is such a cute request. I hope I've done it justice.

Requests for Character x Reader fics are currently open in my Asks. Please read the guidelines first before requesting.

-Birdy

Title: Crush Fandom: Star Wars: Skywalker Saga Genres: Sci-Fi; Romance; Fluff Setting: Sometime later on in the Force Awakens Characters: Poe Dameron; Reader Pairings: Poe Dameron x Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Warnings: None :) Perhaps extremely mild, fluffy, sexuality Word Count: 2805

Summary: You work for the Resistance at the Base on D'Qar. Wing Commander Poe Dameron has a crush on you and he's surprisingly awkward about it...

It's late, and you are walking the empty corridors of the Resistance Base on D'Qar. You like the base at this time of night. It's peaceful and your long trips between the various offices and briefing rooms and your own place of work, the records room, give you time to think.

You're making your final trip back to the records room for the night. In your hands is a box full of data sticks and holo chips. Every time there's a skirmish, a raid, or an offensive to plot against the First Order, Resistance Officers descend upon the archive, stripping it like locusts. They are looking for information, knowledge, maps, schematics anything that might help them understand the weaponry, tech, locations and terrain they might be up against.

You have tried to explain that if they really have to take records out of the records room, they really do need to bring them back. If this information gets lost, so too does the history of the Republic, the Resistance, the First Order and its Imperial predecessor, the Galactic Empire. No one listens. You don't mind that much. It is wartime after all.

So you spend your nights too-ing and fro-ing until you've gathered up all the records left abandoned in consoles and holo readers and on the tops of desks. You really have had to burn the candle at both ends recently and you think you know why. There are whispers spreading through the base that General Organa will soon need to launch an attack on the First Order's monstrous weapon on Starkiller base.

You take pride in what you do. It's not flying an X-Wing, but it's important.

Someone who does fly an X-Wing - and does it very well - is Wing Commander, Poe Dameron. But right now, he's scrabbling about on the floor with you, trying to salvage the precious hoard of information that went flying in a shower of little plastic bits when his droid barrelled into you from the opposite direction and sent the box flying from your hands.

"BB-8!" he exclaims, bending down to scoop up handfuls of data chips and throw them in the box he has righted for you, "C'mon buddy, how many times have I told you to watch where you're rolling!"

The little round ball of orange and white metal chitters indignantly. From your sitting position on the floor, you pause in your work to reach over and give BB-8 a reassuring pat on his semi-spherical head. The droid vibrates and makes a docile purring sound. You can't help the small laugh that escapes you. You've always thought he was the cutest little astromech around.

When you raise your eyes, Dameron is staring at you, slightly open mouthed. You're seen him around the base plenty of times, but this is the first time you've really looked at him up close. His handsome face is framed by a crop of brown curls and adorned with deep set eyes that are so dark they are almost black. Still, they sparkle like a night full of stars.

Wordlessly, Dameron reaches out a free hand to you and you take it as he pulls you back onto your feet. You pick up the box and he funnels the last of the data sticks balanced precariously in the crook of his elbow into the receptacle.

"So, how come I've not seen you around before?" He asks.

"Oh, I've been here," you laugh, "I think you've probably just been too busy to notice."

"Yeah, I'm busy, not blind..." he mutters, more to himself than to you, "Uh, I mean..."

He looks awkward and you cut him off to introduce yourself and save him from his unease. Still, you feel a pleasant blush creep into your cheeks at both his insinuation and the fact that appears to be slightly flustered in your presence.

"Poe," he responds, confidence returning with a dazzling smile that you are certain must get him into trouble.

"I know," you reply, allowing yourself to give him a cheeky smirk of your own.

"Do you always walk around the base this late at night?"

"Yes," you say simply, then, after a pause, you throw the question back at him, "Do you?"

"No," he chuckles wearily and rubs the back of his neck, "Couldn't sleep."

He does look tired. Upon closer inspection, there are dark circles under his eyes and a five o'clock shadow sits upon his well-defined jaw and creeps up towards his sharp cheekbones. There have been a lot of skirmishes with the First Order lately and a lot of good pilots have been lost, pilots under Dameron's command. You feel a flash of deep sympathy for him. You don't envy the responsibility he bears and it is clearly weighing heavy on him tonight.

"Well. Goodnight, Commander," you say after a lingering but not uncomfortable pause.

You hope he'll maybe get some rest tonight at least.

He nods at you and smiles softly.

"Goodnight."

BB-8 cheeps a farewell.

************************************************

In all the time you've been on D'Qar. You've never once seen Poe Dameron, ace pilot, in the records room. Yet here he is at your desk with BB-8 in tow.

"Hello Commander, what can I help you with today?"

"I..."

Poe draws the syllable out as he leans forward conspiratorially across the desk. He raps his knuckles on its cheap plast-cast surface. He's stalling for time. He's here to see you, you realise, and it sends a giddy little thrill through your body.

"...am here for some records," he finally says and you can tell he instantly regrets it.

He attempts to give you his trademark winning smile but it's really more of an embarrassed grimace. He looks away from you with a imperceptible shake of his head that sends a few of his rich, chocolate curls spilling across his forehead. He runs his hands through his hair, sweeping the dark tendrils back off his face.

You can see that he thinks he looks stupid. He's clearly not used to it, and you want to say something to make him feel better. You think it's sweet that he's come to see you.

Was he just passing, you wonder? Or did he plan it?

You never get the chance to ask. The sudden din of the pilot scramble alert swallows any potential words you might say whole. It is accompanied, as always, by the emergency lighting system which sets off flashing red pulses throughout the entire base.

Poe Dameron doesn't move. He's studying you intently with those endless eyes that are paradoxically both dark and luminescent.

"Uh. Commander?" You point upward to the nearest emergency light which is flashing just above your head.

Slowly, as if reluctant to tear himself away, his gaze leaves your face and follows your finger up to the ceiling.

"Right," he says, then starts and looks around wildly as if he is only just hearing the blaring alarm for the first time. "Right!"

He turns and sprints away from your desk at an alarming pace, BB-8 whizzing after him. He spins clumsily halfway down the room, momentum almost sending him barrelling into a row of desks where readers can, usually, study in relative peace and quiet. A haughty looking admin officer seated nearby rolls his eyes.

"I'll be back for those records!" Poe shouts back at you, as if it's the most important promise he's ever made.

It makes you laugh, and you hope to the Force he has the opportunity to do so as he and BB-8 disappear round the corner to prepare to take to the skies into some awful fray.

"Saved by the bell, huh?"

You jump, startled out of your reverie, and turn to see your colleague Marjane who has sidled up beside you. She's a gregarious, older lady with big heart and a preference for men half her age.

"That young man has never been awkward around a woman a day in his life," she says sagely, pointing to the spot where Poe had stood moments ago as if the outline of him were still tangible, "What spell did you use and can I have it?"

You grin and hold your hands up defensively.

"He's got a crush on you," she winks slyly and walks back to her desk.

**********************************************

The next time you see Poe Dameron it's milliseconds before he crashes into you at speed in the same corridor, on the same corner where BB-8 sent you sprawling only a few weeks earlier.

You've smacked your forehead right off his sharp, chiselled cheek bone and the two of you are are nursing your wounds either side of the corridor. You are resting your sore head against the nearest cool durasteel wall, and he is leaning his back against the opposite one, holding a palm to his face which is stricken with a comical expression of surprise.

BB-8, perhaps the most compassionate droid you've even known, rolls back and forth between you both, as if unsure of who needs the most of his sympathy.

When you finally feel like you can open your eyes again without seeing stars, you turn away from the wall and find that Poe has moved to stand directly in front of you. He's wearing a white tank top and lightweight cargo pants and he has clearly been running. His broad shoulders rise and fall from his interrupted physical exertion.

A lot of the pilots keep fit by jogging through the endless maze of corridors within the labyrinthine base during the heavy torrents of rain that occasionally lash the otherwise temperate D'Qar.

"Are you ok?" he asks, concerned, and he cups your face gently in his hands with exhilarating forwardness to examine the red mark that is blossoming on your forehead.

It's a surprisingly intimate gesture. You wonder if he can feel the heat growing in your cheeks, but his hands are already warm from exercise. You can feel the course pads of his finger tips exerting a reassuring pressure against your skin.

"Force, what a shiner, I didn't know my head was that hard!"

"You've got a good one coming in too," you say, snaking your hand up between the two of you to carefully press a finger against the clear point of impact on his cheek.

"Ow!" he breaks away dramatically and you both laugh. "I'm not sure we can blame the droid this time," you say.

BB-8 chirps and wobbles cheerfully on the floor.

"No, this one's on me. I mean you too, I guess. It takes two to uh...you know..."

"Collide in a corridor?"

"Yeah, that."

There's a stilted silence and you hope he might say something more, like, wanna hang out sometime? or I know this great place to watch the stars or let's go for a joyride in my X-Wing... but he doesn't.

"Well, I better ..." he makes a little jogging motion with his arms, "Sorry about the whole running and the crashing and the headache thing."

You smile, and try to hide the little twang of disappointment you feel.

"Of course," you say, "Good evening, Commander."

He taps two fingers off his forehead in a mock salute before jogging past you in the opposite direction from your way of travel.

BB-8 doesn't follow immediately, sitting at your feet for moment longer. You look down to see his dark, glassy photoreceptor fixed on you. You shrug at him and he gives you a consolatory whirring sound before rolling off to catch up with his master.

*************************************************

It's Poe's birthday and General Organa has given everyone strict orders to have a good time. The Resistance leadership are having to launch so many sorties against the First Order lately that she's had to place a complete ban on alcohol consumption lest the pilots have to enact an emergency scramble. This doesn't appear to have dampened the mood one iota and as you enter the hanger, the party is in full swing.

The whole base has turned out, as you'd expected. The hanger is packed with people chatting and dancing. Some of the engineers have obviously been hard at work wiring up whatever miscellaneous light sources they could find to hang rustic makeshift fairy lights from the durasteel beams and support columns. The upbeat music pulses through ancient, crackling speakers and is joined melodiously with people singing and raucous bursts of laughter.

It's a glorious feeling. Wartime hasn't been easy. You all need this.

Before you can even get yourself a drink or find your friends, someone takes your hand and leads you into the crowd of dancers. Your heart skips a beat as you realise it's Poe. He's a good dancer in that way some men are - all bent knees and elbows, but somehow able to make it rhythmical. You are grinning at each other like idiots, mirroring your energies, lost in the music.

Finally, you think.

Then, without warning, somebody jostles past you and grabs Poe around the waist. Then someone else comes. And another. And another. You soon realise it's members of his fighter squadron as they cart him away from you through the hangar and outside onto the landing grounds.

You laugh as you are swept along in the stampede of excitement that follows. Of course, you remember. It's tradition amongst the flyers to soak the birthday boy or girl with the emergency fire hoses.

Finn, the ex-Stormtrooper who has recently joined the Resistance, has the courtesy to give you an apologetic smile as he races past you to join in on the action. As a close friend of Poe, you have a suspicion that he is probably more aware than the others of the moment they have just interrupted. You don't mind. Not really.

Once outside underneath D'Qar's clear night's sky, Poe barely has the chance to ready himself when four powerful jets of water are turned on him. He jumps this way and that in a futile attempt to avoid the deluge. Any time it looks like he might escape, someone grabs him and spins him around so that he redirected back to his watery fate. He is wet through in seconds.

The gigantic, gruff but beloved Second Engineer, Toko, notices BB-8 by his feet and he picks up the little droid who screeches in alarm. Poe shouts over the noise, pointing at the big man with one hand as he skips around, trying to deflect a myriad of water blasts to his face and body.

"Not my droid! NOT MY DROID!"

Everyone laughs. The Engineer, only teasing, sets the wriggling mechanical ball down gently and gives him a pat on the head.

Finally, the hoses are turned off and Poe's squad rush towards him cheering and shouting. He shakes himself violently and flicks his dripping hands over his nearest assailants. His flyers drag him to the ground and they all collapse on top of him in a soggy, giddy heap.

*************************************************

There has been a skirmish with the First Order and the atmosphere on the base has been tense all day. The sun is setting on D'Qar and finally, finally, the fighter squadrons are retuning.

You count the X-Wings as they land, your heart racing. They're all here, you realise. Every single one of them has come back. It's so rare these days.

Your friend, Maya, claps you on the shoulder as she speeds past to greet her twin sister, Selina, the two young women colliding into a rough embrace as the latter leaps out of her X-Wing.

You are overcome with emotion and you clasp your hands over your mouth and fold in the middle. With a disbelieving laugh you put your hands on your knees and push yourself upright slowly.

Then, you are looking for him. For Poe. Your eyes scan the hanger and the landing pads beyond, a sea of orange flight suits. There. In the midst of the joyous commotion, there he is. He's checking on his flyers, slapping them on their backs, giving and receiving hugs, grasping arms tightly with comrades in relief and celebration.

As if he senses that you are looking for him, he locks eyes with you across the hanger. With a purposeful gait, he strides over until he's so close you can feel the victorious energy vibrating off his body.

He surveys your face intently with those deep pools of midnight, flicking his gaze between your lips and your eyes. He's trying to suppress a smirk, a muscle working in his cheek.

"I think I'd like to see you more often," he finally says.

It comes out funny, almost like an order, but it's the most direct he's ever been. Without hesitation, you grab him by the lapels of his orange flight suit and pull him into a deep kiss.

Fuelled by adrenaline and the heady jubilation of the moment, Poe drops his helmet, and without breaking your embrace, he circles one hand around your waist, and uses the other to support the nape of your neck. Then, he dips you almost parallel to the ground as you kiss like a scene from a romance holo.

A ripple of cheers and good natured laughter passes around the hanger as Poe sets you, breathless, back on your feet.

A dashing grin spreads wide across his handsome face.

"I'd like that too," you say as you lean in for another long awaited kiss.

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

A Comprehensive Guide to "Just A Man"'s Questions, Their Answers, + Speculation

Questions:

"When does a comet become a meteor?"

"When does a candle become a blaze?"

"When does a ripple become a tidal wave?"

"When does the reason become the blame?"

"When does a man become a monster?"

Answers:

A candle becomes a blaze when it's wielded with intent to destroy. Antinuous plots to burn something--likely the throne or castle, possibly even Penelope's shroud (which turns out to be a ruse)--down to ashes, "channeling the fire inside [one's] soul." Except, interestingly, this is the only thing Odysseus directly contradicts: He aims for the torches, aka candles, to use the darkness to his advantage. He doesn't let the candle become a blaze, which is the only thing left he has control over. He cannot control celestial events, control the tides or the whims of gods. He was forced to carry the blame when his excuses became his undoing. And he chose to become a monster. Keeping the candle from blazing out is the only thing left he can control. - "Hold Them Down," "Odysseus"

A ripple becomes a tidal wave when a god comes down (and makes a fleet drown 🎶) and controls the waves. (Also, we know he'll fight Charybdis, which is a whirlpool monster, so there's another answer) - "Ruthlessness," "Monster," "Charybdis"

Odysseus doesn't kill Polyphemus because he doesn't want to kill and doesn't believe it to be right, as well as because he and his men will be stuck inside the cave. He chooses not to outright tell all the soldiers, just Perimedes and Elpenor, what's in Aeolus's bag because they're the only people the treasure rumor has spread to. He doesn't initially try to fight Circe because he doesn't want to do more damage and is sick of all the fighting. But the reason becomes blame when it is interpreted as being power-hungry, as answered by Eurylochus's "if you want all the power you must carry all the blame!" - "Remember Them," "Luck Runs Out," "Done For," "Mutiny"

A man becomes a monster when he decides that he cannot be merciful and will become the harshest, worst version of himself. - "Monster"

Speculation:

A comet becoming a meteor is the only question left unanswered throughout the sagas. Although, and here is where it gets the most far-fetched, comet/meteor showers are known as celestial events. Scientifically, a comet becomes a meteor when it enters the earth's atmosphere. It depends on distance from the earth, and with that, as well as the "celestial event" alias in mind, it could be reasoned that the question will be answered in gods (celestial beings) coming down to earth. But the twist, going by the analogy, is that a comet has been a meteor for a long time, especially in the time of Odysseus. Athena and Zeus speak to him, though not necessarily on earth, rather just in his mind. But Poseidon and Hermes come down and speak to Odysseus physically. Not to mention, Aeolus resides on a floating island on earth. A comet has already become a meteor, and it did well before the Trojan War even began. - "The Horse And The Infant," "Warrior of the Mind," "My Goodbye," "Luck Runs Out," "Ruthlessness," "Wouldn't You Like" (The list goes on, so here, I am only listing songs that have been released at the time of writing this)

[elfdragon12]

So I like Epic the Musical and Transformers. I have mixed feelings about the 2005 IDW Transformers adaptation, in particular how it handled Prowl in terms of characterization, consistency, and all that. However, I do like how the chorus and the second verse of Poseidon's song "Ruthlessness" fits late stage Prowl's perspective.

"You are the worst kind of good 'cause you're not even great A Greek who reeks of false righteousness, that's what I hate 'Cause you fight to save lives, but won't kill and don't get the job done I mean, you totally could have avoided all this had you just killed my son But no

You are far too nice, mercy has a price It's the final crack, we're bound to break the ice now You reveal your name, then you let him live Unlike you, I've got no mercy left to give 'cause

Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves (Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves) Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves Ourselves"

As I was thinking about it though... I would say that Prowl's whole character arc in the IDW 2005 story could be compared to Odysseus's arc within the the Epic story. (At least... Ideally, in a world where there was more communication and agreement/collaboration on Prowl's character arc within the adaptation because the writers definitely did not have the same view on him.) There is goodness and conviction in Prowl's early days, however, as the war drags on, well, as the chorus sings throughout the Epic story...

"When does a comet become a meteor When does a candle become a flame When does a man become a monster When does a ripple become a tidal wave When does a reason become the blame When does a man become a monster"

As for what other Transformers characters would be who in Epic... I think perhaps Megatron would be Poseidon (Overlord as the Cyclops?) and Sentinel Prime would be Zeus. I think the Autobots would be the crew. Tarantulas as Calypso (her saga has not been released yet, but there are teasers on Jorge Rivera-Herrans' tiktok, including her singer wearing a Odysseus/Calypso shipping shirt).

It's not all one-to-one, of course (I'm not sure who I would compare to Athena right now), but I think the similarities and general arc are very much there.

[sera8273]

No matter the place or the time. It’s apparently clear that the Gods and Godesses alike are always watching the journey of Odysseus as he makes his treacherous descent back home while losing who makes him, well, him.

The Horse and The Infant:In the background you can hear a clock in the background when Ody speaks. Athena is watching in her Owl form. When Ody gets attacked by grown up Astyanax a crow is heard. Zeus is watching him in his Crow form before he actually speaks to him.

Matter of fact, Athena is watching Odysseus adventure until My Goodbye since he is her champion.

Ruthlessness:Specifically near the end where Poseidon kills everyone expect Ody’s ship. We learn that besides, Athena and Zeus, Poseidon was also watching the scene (Just A Man) play out. Ody asking “What have you done?” Is immediately met with ‘When does a ripple become a riddle wave?’ and ‘43 left under your command’ is again met with a ‘When does a man become a monster?’

Done for:Odysseus wasn’t the only mortal that was given dru- Holy Moly! from Hermes based on Circes amused and tired response. “I got this root from the ground with my bare hands-“ “Hermes gave it to you, didn’t he?”

It’s why the Thunder Saga, specifically in-

-Thunder Bringer: is so interesting because when Ody is considering his options that Zeus gave him. It’s 1. The same thing music snippet from Just a man with the Siren (Penelope) song in Suffering! “When does a candle become a blaze? (I can take the suffering from you!)” which, from the livestream, was MADE by Zeus which more or so confirms that he and the others were watching the whole thing play out!

And it’s clear that Poseidon was watching since Odysseus got stranded on calypso, an outcast Godess, island.

No matter what. One or more of the Gods/Godesses are watching our tragic hero:Odysseus, for every action he does.

[investmentassistant]

Fun friday ideas to end your week on a high note

Fridays are synonymous with relaxation and fun, marking the end of a long week and the beginning of the weekend. It’s the perfect time to unwind, have fun, and recharge for the upcoming week. Here are some creative and enjoyable activities to make your Friday nights memorable.

Themed movie night

Kick off your weekend with a movie marathon featuring films from a chosen theme or genre. Whether it’s a nostalgic dive into 80s classics, a scary horror night, or a superhero saga, a themed movie night can be an exciting way to relax. Amp up the experience with themed snacks and decorations to match the night’s theme.

DIY pizza party

Instead of ordering out, why not make your own pizzas? Gather a variety of toppings and invite friends or family to create their custom pizzas. This not only makes for a tasty dinner but also a fun and interactive way to spend the evening. Pair with your favorite beverages for a complete party vibe.

Game night

Board games, card games, or video games—pick your favorite and host a game night. This is a great way to engage everyone in some friendly competition and lots of laughs. Choose games that suit the age and interests of your group to keep everyone entertained.

Outdoor adventures

If the weather permits, take your activities outside. Organize a picnic in the local park, go for an evening hike, or if you’re near a beach, a sunset walk can be incredibly peaceful. Being in nature is not only refreshing but also a fantastic way to disconnect from the week's stresses.

Art and craft night

Get creative with an art and craft session. You can pick a project like painting, knitting, or any other craft that piques your interest. This can be very therapeutic and a great way to express your creativity. Plus, you get to keep your creation as a memento!

Karaoke night

Host a karaoke night at home with your favorite playlists. It’s a wonderful way to let loose, sing your heart out, and enjoy some hilarious performances. You don’t need a professional setup; many apps can turn your smartphone or tablet into a karaoke machine.

Virtual hangout

For those who can't meet in person, a virtual hangout can be just as fun. Choose a platform, send out invites, and plan activities that can be done together online, such as watching a movie, playing games, or simply chatting and catching up.

Cooking challenge

Pick a new recipe or a cuisine that you and your friends have never tried before, and challenge each other to make a dish. Later, enjoy a feast of your creations. This can be a delightful way to discover new foods and hone your cooking skills.

Storytelling evening

Gather around in a cozy setting, maybe with some candles and soft music, and share stories. These could be personal stories, ghost tales, or funny incidents from the past. It’s a unique way to learn more about each other and enjoy some laughs or thrills.

Relaxation night

Sometimes, the best way to spend a Friday night is by doing absolutely nothing. Set up a spa-like environment at home with scented candles, soothing music, and perhaps a nice bath. Taking this time to relax and pamper yourself can reset your mind and body for the weekend.

Whether you're looking for a night of excitement or a peaceful evening, these ideas can help you make the most of your Fridays. Whatever you choose to do, the key is to have fun and make it special!

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

It's Always Been Us - Michael Kinsella x Reader (Chapter 3 - Michael)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x F!Reader

Story Summary: The continuing saga of Michael and Reader from Michael's PoV, starting with the morning after It's Always Been You.

Warnings/Tags for entire story: S2E7 & S2E8 AU, Oral sex (m & f receiving), p in v sex (like... a lot of it -- these two have 20 years to make up for), past attempted non-con (if you've seen S2 you know what's up), other additional tags to be added as we go along.

Word Count: ~2400 for this chapter

A/N: And we're back with part 1 of Mikey and Reader's big date! Enjoy!

Michael took a deep breath as he walked back down Y/N's driveway. He honestly hadn't expected their conversation with Anna to go nearly as well as it had, but thankfully Anna had ultimately agreed to stay away from Bren.

What Michael wasn't pleased about was the newfound knowledge that no matter how much he had tried to protect Y/N from his father's predatory ways, Bren had still managed to get his hands on her. 

As he had sat and listened to Y/N recount her trauma, it had taken every ounce of self-control he had to not go hunt Bren down and kill the bastard right then and there. The only reason Michael was sticking to the plan was because he finally felt like he was at least getting a chance to be happy, and he didn't want to fuck that up by going back to prison for killing his father in broad daylight.

He shook his head. He had a lot to do in order to prepare for his and Y/N's date and not a lot of time in which to get it all done, so he needed to focus.

He had already made dinner reservations online, so next on his list was flowers.

Florist Dublin, he typed into the search bar on his phone's web browser, scrolling through the list of results until he found a nearby flower shop within walking distance that also happened to conveniently be located next door to a wine shop.

As he walked there, he grinned to himself at the thought of possibly having gotten to take Y/N out as teenagers, a bright smile blooming on her face as Michael shyly handed her a single red rose upon picking her up for their first date.

"Good afternoon," the clerk, an older lady with gray hair, said as he entered the shop. "May I help ya, sir?"

"Err, ah, yes, ma'am," Michael replied, looking around at the different arrangements. "I'm lookin' fer some flowers."

The clerk let out a gentle laugh. "Well, ya've certainly come to tha right place, dearie. What's tha occasion?"

"Well, it's fer a date." Michael couldn't help but smile. "A firs' date, actually, but she's been my best friend fer years." 

The clerk nodded in understanding. "Do you know wha' kind a' flowers she likes?"

Michael thought for a moment. In all his years of knowing Y/N he actually had never known her to have mentioned receiving flowers from anyone. "Actually, no."

"Okay, in tha' case, maybe roses? It's a classic tha' never goes out 'a style." The clerk pulled out a binder, flipping through it briefly before turning it to face Michael then pointing at the photograph of a bouquet of roses. "Perhaps a mix of yellow and white then, symbolizing friendship and new beginnings."

Michael nodded. "That sounds grand. How soon can ya have it done?"

"Luckily we keep plenty of roses on hand, so… twenty minutes or so?"

"Perfect." Michael paid for the flowers then popped into the wine shop next door to look for a bottle of champagne while he waited for the bouquet to be ready, then on a whim he went into the hardware store across the street to look for some LED candles.

He collected his purchases and headed home, putting the roses in some water to keep them fresh until the evening.

He marked them off of his to-do list then smiled as a text from Y/N arrived. Ya busy? 

Nah, not really, Michael replied. Just straightening up around the house.

Good, because I need some help deciding what to wear. 

A new message arrived, this one with an attachment.

Michael's throat went dry as he opened it. Fuckin' hell.

Y/N had sent several photos of herself modeling various lingerie sets, the marks Michael had left on her proudly on display. 

Michael swallowed before replying. Honestly, pet, ya look beautiful in all of them.

Mmm, so that means surprise ya, then?

One more photo arrived. Y/N was topless in this one, her left arm strategically covering her breasts.

Michael huffed out a breath, fighting to keep all of his blood from rushing south. Keep that up and we won't even make it to dinner.

Maybe that's what I'm counting on.

Michael grinned. Patience, pet. You're definitely gonna need your strength for later tonight.

Mmm, I'm looking forward to it. 

Me too. See ya soon, love.

Michael stuck his phone back in his pocket and finished unloading his purchases, putting the champagne in his refrigerator before setting the candles up.

He headed upstairs, changing the covers on his bed before going to take another shower.

As he stood under the hot spray of water, his mind drifted back to the photos Y/N had sent him earlier that day.

He could picture her spread out beneath him, little whimpers and moans escaping her lips as Michael slowly peeled whichever lingerie set she had chosen to wear off of her then kissed and marked his way down her body to her warm, waiting core --

He shook his head. He was already running a bit behind, he didn't have time for shower fantasies at the moment.

He hurried through his shower then pulled on a suit before drying and styling his hair.

He examined himself in the mirror. The last time he had worn a suit had been at Jamie's funeral over a year ago.

Y/N was one of the few people who had always known the truth -- that Michael, not Jimmy, had been Jamie's biological father -- and had agreed to accompany Michael to the funeral despite Amanda's explicit demands for a private service attended only by family.

Y/N may not be a Kinsella in name , Birdy had said when Amanda had protested Y/N's presence, but she is family. She has every right to be here as the rest of us.

After the service, Y/N had gone back to Michael's with him and held him as he had privately cried over the loss of his son. "I'm here fer ya, love, ya can let it out," she had murmured into his ear while gently stroking his hair. "I know, it's okay, I'm here, I've got ya."

Once Michael had cried himself out Y/N had pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead and gotten up from Michael's sofa.

He had assumed she had been getting ready to leave but instead she had returned with a warm, wet washcloth and gently wiped the tears from Michael's face before grabbing a blanket and covering the both of them up. 

"I'm not goin' anywhere," she had said after Michael had said as much. "Not as long as ya need me here wit' ya."

In hindsight, Michael was surprised that he hadn't confessed his love for her that day. The emotions that had been rolling around in him had been a strange mix of grief over the loss of Jamie combined with his love for Y/N and gratitude for the comfort she brought to him. 

He shook his head. He wasn't going to dwell on the regrets of the past, he was going to focus on his future with Y/N. 

He made sure he had his keys and wallet then headed downstairs, grabbing the bouquet of roses as the cab he had called for pulled up.

"Good evenin'," the cab driver said as Michael climbed in. "Where ta?"

Michael gave Y/N's address. "And then 1900 Bar and Restaurant."

The cabbie nodded and input the addresses into his GPS. "Alrigh', we'll have ya at yer firs' location in a jif'."

Michael sat back as the cab began to move, and a couple of minutes later, the cab pulled up to Y/N's.

Michael opened the door. "I'll be right back."

He walked up to Y/N's door and rang the bell, butterflies beginning to flutter in his stomach.

He could hear Y/N's heels clicking across the floor as she approached the door, and after a brief pause, the door opened.

Michael's heart skipped a beat.

Y/N looked breathtaking in a long black dress with a slit up the side and a top that covered her chest and wrapped around her neck, hiding the love bites Michael had left on her the night before.

…As beautiful as she looked in it, Michael couldn't wait to get her out of it later.

He mentally shook his head. Dinner first, then dessert.

A slow smile spread across Y/N's lips. "Hello, love."

Michael smiled back at her. "Ya look mesmerizin', pet." 

He held the roses out. "These are fer ya."

Y/N took the bouquet. "Oh Mikey, they're beautiful."

Michael rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Tha, uh, tha woman a' tha shop said they symbolize friendship and new beginnin's."

Y/N gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I absolutely love 'em. Let me go pop 'em in some water before we go."

Michael nodded. "Okay."

He waited as she went to put her flowers into a vase, then they headed to the waiting cab.

He opened the door for her and gestured for her to get in. "Ladies firs'."

He waited for Y/N to get in then slid in after her, taking her hand as the car began to move once again.

Y/N smiled over at him. "By the way, ya look amazin' too, love."

Michael grinned. "Thank ya. So how was yer afternoon?"

Y/N shrugged. "It was grand. Went ta tha grocer's and finished up some housework, then got ready fer our date. How was yers?"

"Same. Ran some errands then got ready fer tonigh'." Michael gave Y/N's hand a soft squeeze. "Ya have no idea how many times I've imagined gettin' ta take ya out on a date. I still can't believe I'm actually gettin' tha chance."

"Me too." Y/N squeezed his hand back. "I never thought ya'd feel tha same way about me as I feel about ya."

Michael shook his head. "I've loved ya fer a long time, pet."

They rode in comfortable silence the rest of the way to the restaurant.

After thanking their driver, Michael slid out of the car then extended his hand to Y/N. 

Y/N took it and stepped out, a beautiful smile across her face.

Michael opened the door to the restaurant and they walked in.

"Good evenin', welcome to that 1900," the maitre'd said as they approached the host stand. "Do ya have a reservation with us?"

Michael nodded. "Fer 6:30. Name's 'Kinsella'."

The maitre'd tapped on a computer screen. "Ah, yes, sir. Righ' this way."

He escorted them to a private table near the bar. "Here we are. Yer server'll be righ' wit' ya."

Michael nodded as he pulled Y/N's chair out for her. "Thank ya."

Y/N smiled up at Michael as she sat. "So gentlemanly. Thank you, love."

Michael sat across from her with a grin. "Yer' welcome, pet."

He looked around. "This is nice."

Y/N nodded as she opened her menu. "Yeah, I've heard good things."

A few seconds later their server walked up to pour them each a glass of water and take their drink orders.

After they had gone, Y/N gave Michael a cheeky grin. "So… Michael, tell me a bit abou' yerself."

Michael chuckled and took a sip of his water. "Well, I'm widowed with a 16-year-old daughter, I spent 8 years in prison, and I'm hopelessly in love wit' my childhood best mate, who's tha mos' beautiful woman I've ever met both inside and out."

Y/N let out a light laugh. "Hmm, well okay, I can work wit' tha'."

Michael gestured to her. "Your turn. Tell me about yerself."

"Well, I've never been married and have no children but I do have a sort-of niece tha's always been more like a daughter ta me, and I'm also hopelessly in love wit' my childhood best mate, who is the sweetest, kindest, mos' caring, loving, and handsome man I've ever clapped eyes on."

Michael grinned as their server came to deliver their drinks and take their orders. "Glad ta see we have somethin' in common then."

Y/N shot him a wink. "Few things."

Michael shook his head. "Seriously though, love, thank ya for always bein' there fer me."

Y/N bit her lip, then nodded. "Yer' my best mate and one of tha mos' important people in my life, Mikey. Nothin's ever gonna change tha'."

Michael nodded back. "I feel tha same way about ya too, pet."

Their conversation flowed easily throughout dinner, switching back and forth from their usual jokes and good-natured ribbing with each other to more serious topics, like Y/N's latest shifts at the hospital and their discussion with Anna earlier that day.

Michael was still curious what Y/N had spoken privately to her about, but believed Y/N when she had said that Anna was fine physically and that if she had been in any sort of danger that Y/N would let him know.

After they had eaten and he had paid the check, he bit his lip with a smile. "So I was wonderin', uh, would ya be interested in continuin' tha evenin' by comin' over ta my place fer a nightcap?"

Y/N grinned as she pretended to think. "Well, I don' normally go home wit' someone on tha firs' date," she replied, "but we've been gettin' on so well tha' I don' see the harm in one drink."

Michael stood and held his hand out to her. "Shall we, then?"

Y/N stood as well and took his offered hand. "Yeah, let's go."

They headed outside and hailed a cab, then were on their way back to Michael's.

Michael's stomach fluttered in anticipation as they pulled up to his house. 

He took Y/N's hand as they stepped out of the cab. "Well, here we are."

Y/N gave his hand a little squeeze as they walked up the driveway to Michael's front door. "Jus' so ya know, this has been tha bes' firs' date I've ever been on."

Michael smiled. "Yeah, fer me too."

He unlocked the door and led her inside, hoping that the rest of their evening would go just as well.

[dear-ao3]

What ended up happening to that fucking candle?

the fucking candle was burned by andie

i still have to see if the diamond was real and i havent done that yet

one day i will and the saga will end

[nochi-quinn]

candela obscura chapter 3 episode 3: slay the empress

candles in the wind, got it

oh no aabria looks SO GOOD

the gold on the fingers???

hey what the fuck

"a chair outside of elsie's room" weh

not the vermin guard posted outside the room

wait hang on what are nokari's pronouns? am I delusional?

a brain right off the bat??

A TOKEN RIGHT OFF THE BAT??

"you…kept it?" you two are going to kill me but also is this the TIME

"oscar is an interesting fellow" ducks the shippers

AABRIA

"that's all of them, friend"

everyone here has two hands

cosmo

hey liam fuck you

LIGHTS?

HEARTBEAT??

SLOWING HEARTBEAT??

madame glask's mic is currently fucked

mama glask

"but I go here"

roll to convince child not to alcohol

I had to step away, did oscar just say he likes kids bc they're easy to lie to

samuel

"you're killing aabria. look at her."

cheese it it's the fuzz

party of Many

LIGHTS

are they fucking MOLOTOVING THE CASINO

"of COURSE"

GINA

samuel

people's elbow

aabria said no pigeons at this table

stress level: sam's going "oh boye"

"powers?? of….persuasion???"

"HEY STOP THAT"

"pop a titty out" aabria

"well then fuck"

"I WANT TO KICK ASS" noshir bby

roll to persuade the gm

HEY AABRIA???

"you guys can be here now" "…no thanks"

fuck bran the soldier all my homies hate bran the soldier

guns is cheating

YEAH

"can I have my dice back?"

okay flash powder pearl earring is pretty good

girl with the flash powder earring

"I feel like I would beast out immediately" "oh, GOOD"

I feel like two sixes should cancel out a one

aabria MEAN

"she'll probably choose nice things" press x

"fucking COCK"

"do you drive?" "who do I look like?"

"I have no depth perception!"

oh ashly's panic noises :(

RAJ. CONTROL THYSELF.

"DON'T KINKSHAME."

"this is the monsterfucker season!"

no we need travis reverse psychologizing the dice

oh no

oh NO

"BURCH"

"he's a billion years old"

"I think of my mother" fuck you liam o'brien

these monster noises are like bricks scraping together but bass-boosted and I'm into it

"I like that pitch"

aabria. aabria no.

"she's so mean"

"what are you doing over there?" HER BEST

these two are going to k i l l me

and possibly each other

probably definitely cosmo

"I could never strike my queen" lays in the floor

"and he's made of talcum powder"

"you need to roll like him"

hey liam

hey liam what the fuck does that mean

just a bunch of passed-out fuckers outside the burning casino

"I just want to let you know you're so pretty right now"

aabria: take a bleed and you can kill this gu sam: done

"we take it back, mina, you can drink"

oh buddy

buff mina!!

imposter god??

fuck yeah multisentry

she's in her morphing clothes

liam do not manipulate this so you die

I'm still not sure he didn't knock the tower over on purpose in sagas of sundry

I'm typing so I don't have to listen to his describe how horrifically he's fucked up

NOW I'M TYPING SO I DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO NOSHIR

sam is me

"I'm gonna take off HIS coat and wrap his arm"

liam your noises are unneccesary and unappreciated

samuel

"he's very hittable"

"what a sight" rajan

underground??

"it's called rollies"

"you have to beat a 3" "well I got a 1"

MINA D:

I absolutely called he was going to block mina with his body

sam's just like that

"an os-scar"

"edit that out please" "they absolutely will not"

that's so many drive

spend 3 drive to Slap

gina

aabria's going to murder you

"every time I have a problem, I just throw a molotov. then boom, I have a different problem."

wait I need raj's arm to fall the rest of the way off so I can have HFW feels

sam

"everyone take three points of bleed"

slow-release molotov

sounds!

"they're like birthday candles"

OOH

I appreciate the committment to the bit

TIME BUGS

"'you' feels like a 'we' in your mouth"

oh jesus this is supposed to run another 2 and a half hours

"I wouldn't worry about that" too late am worried

noshir

you're going to give sam an anuerysm

candela obscura has magic pockets

hey sam

hey sam drop your location I just wanna talk

SAM

"there is a wish" sam's not allowed to say those words in my presence

"if you say it it won't come true"

"it never makes a splash" hey aabria what the fuck

THIS is why it's another two hours

"did you say 'friend'?!" "…NO."

baka rajan-kun

"I heard you~"

"don't hurt yourself"

…is aabria done up as Iomene

at this point I wouldn't be surprised if cosmo just pulled out his own literal jawbone

"how adorably pedestrian" rajan

I'm starting to get slay the princess vibes. I have no basis for this, it's literally just Vibes

"like a giant……maw."

"I'm gonna tiptoe into chernobyl"

these two are gonna KILL ME

bruce banner negotiating with the hulk vibes

ykw this polycule is canon and I'll fight you about it

not the breathing

"I would punch her out of the way"

w e l p

these five are going to all kill each other and also me

"there might be time later"

"WHICH ONE WAS IT"

"I'm sure that's fine"

if there's one thing liam o'brien's gonna do it's make me cry about his character's mom

is The Old Way blood

hey cosmo whatcha doin

aaaahhhhh noises

EARTHQUAKE LIGHTS

oh that's a cool idea for a scar

I've loved everybody's scars in general, they're all really creative

yeah yeah tears of the kingdom we've all played it

oh it's one of THOSE

I like the split screen but one of my favorite things is watching the other players react to the wild shit people do solo and I so desperately want to see ashly's face right now

aabria you can't just cut ALL the lights like that I have anxiety

and so does sam

hello 911 aabria and sam are killing me with acting again

the slay the princess vibes continue

lays in the floor about elsie roberts

"you contain multitudes" some of them have big big teeth

"I have notes"

"not as old as you" "rude"

he said the thing

oh sam's been crying, liam got sam

no fuck you I did the "five go in one comes out" with madness I'm not doing this again

erika ishii already ripped my heart out you can't have it aabria

lays in the floor about elsie roberts harder

sam

oh gina

liam just has that voice now

[girlypopbops]

The " I'm So Back" - Back to School Saga ⋆˙⟡♡

This past weekend I came back to my dorm since being home for two weeks. It has seriously been the most refreshing week, and the last two days have been nothing short of exhilarating.

With the new school year ahead, I wanted to hit the reset button on all elements of my life ( my self care routine, daily routines, style, music taste, general aesthetic). While back home a few weeks ago, I began exploring more authentic aesthetics based on my current and childhood interests. I also did a music revamp, making new playlists and adjusting old ones to set the vibe for the upcoming year. Having all this done before coming back to my dorm made it easy to jump right into things once getting back.

I started the week back by decorating my dorm. I had the dorm to myself so I played music and took my time arranging things. I love decorating so this was a total blast.

Each evening I gave myself a self care task, one night was shaving legs, the next a face mask, another a teeth strip, ect... This helped me to get not only my space but my body ready for back to school season.

Yesterday was my first day back at work , my goals was to give a great impression while getting to know everyone since there's more people with the fall semester beginning. I also wanted to just kick the year off on a strong note! I had the amazing opportunity to talk to so many new and sweet people! I spent quality time with a few new coworker friends, we did various tasks which helped me to get to know everyone more and ask them some questions. Talking to new people and getting to be social and bubbly is something that really helps my mental health. I feel like my most true self when I get to turn on my social mode. I'm full of enthusiasm, confident, and always being silly. It felt nice to have the people at work see my personality come out since the summer semester was very relaxed I didn't have a chance to fully express myself.

Today I woke up around 4:30am and just chilled in bed until around 6:45. I got ready and played with the kitty & watching the sunrise while listening to some jazz music. Just before 8 I went on a lovely walk to work, today was a particularly exciting day at work since it was move in day on campus. All the freshmen are there with their families excited to move in, it's so sweet to watch. I'm lucky enough to be working with housing so I got to be apart of all the action and did check-ins for 6 hours straight, sounds crazy but I had a blast! I got to meet everyone coming to live on campus and have brief nice conversations with them. I also had some amazing chats with my coworkers in between check ins ( we did laughed a ton and got to know eachother , but it was a great feeling getting to strengthen bonds with coworkers ). My boss was also super supportive today and I met many encouraging and kind people in my department who somehow all knew me already. It felt like I was really becoming apart of the housing team. It's been a while since i've felt like i've been apart of a team like that, back in high school I would do work in technical theater and it satisfied that same sense of community. It feels amazing to reconnect with that feeling again and be socializing so much after having a year of not being so social. I ended the day with a great shower, mcdonald's ( my favorite mcchicken) , play with the kitty, and watching pretty little liars ( my pre - autumn tv show of choice ). Sitting here now snuggling with kitty, a vanilla candle on, all showered and clean, & the lights dim, i'm over the moon grateful for these moments and I know more are to come.

With this being my senior year I knew I wanted to make it a great one, but really seeing the greatness come into fruition before my eyes has been absolutely incredible.

I'm so excited for the rest of the school year, especially for getting my school supplies, new outfits, and getting into the groove things! I'll be sharing my routines and such along the way - I'm so excited to post about it all!!

[water-you-doing-bro]

Okay, so I've become obsessed with Epic: The Musical and uhhhhh...... I got possessed or smth and wrote a song fic with some lyrics from one of the songs lmao

The song I used is Just a Man and the lyrics are actually a pretty popular tiktok sound right now 😅

Anyway, you should definitely go listen to the entire soundtrack (all that's out right now, I am anxiously awaiting the next saga 😫)! You can find it on YouTube and Spotify!

Now without any further ado, here's the little song fic ig XDDD

AO3

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When does a comet become a meteor? 

Percy clung to Annabeth as they fell, knowing that separation meant certain death. They fell and fell and fell for what seemed like days. Until finally Percy felt the familiar tug in his gut that meant there was water nearby. He pulled at it until it bent to his will and swallowed them, saving them from instant death, but almost killing them anyway. 

When does a candle become a blaze? 

“Together,” Annabeth said, and Percy nodded. Together, they plunged their hands into the Phlegethon and gulped down liquid fire. They gasped and gagged and writhed as it burned through them until the pain had eased and it had healed their wounds enough to carry on. 

Percy took Annabeth’s hand and helped her to her feet, keeping a tight hold on her as they walked on. 

When does a man become a monster? 

“Percy? Why did you leave me? Where did you go?” Annabeth cried, stumbling around looking for him. I’m sorry, he wanted to say, I’m right here, but the poison ravaging his body left him no power to speak. Maybe I’m no better than all the monsters I’ve killed, maybe I’m a monster. Maybe I deserve this. He writhed on the ground, helpless as the Arai gloated over him and Annabeth stumbled towarad the edge of the cliff. 

When does a ripple become a tidal wave? 

The poison flowed toward him, rippling like water across river stones. Water, he thought, and reached out for the poison, willing it to move. It froze for a moment as Percy fought for control. Then something like a glass ball in his stomach shattered and the poison changed direction, flowing back towards its previous mistress with a vengeance. 

When does the reason become the blame? 

“What is this?” Misery cried, stumbling back. Percy gave her a feral grin. 

“Poison. That’s your specialty, right?” He laughed. “You want to know true misery, Akhlys? Well, here it is.” 

When does a man become a monster? 

He grinned and laughed, taking a savage pleasure in Misery’s suffering at his hand. Her eyes welled up from the fumes and snot streamed down her face. Good, he thought, more water. He took control of her tears and mucus, making her choke as it ran down her throat and made her eyes burn. He felt the ichor that was a god’s blood as it coursed through her veins, the rapid, terrified beating of her heart. 

“Percy!” 

He whirled around with a snarl only to freeze at the terror on Annabeth’s face. 

“Percy, you have to stop, please. That’s enough.” She pleaded with him, eyes flickering over his shoulder to stare at Akhyls’ rapidly paling face 

He hissed and turned back to the goddess with narrowed eyes and a murderous scowl. 

He released his hold on her bodily fluids and cleared a path away from them through the poison rivers. 

“Go!” He roared and watched her stumble and trip in her haste to get away from him with a sick sort of satisfaction. 

Forgive me... 

As soon as he relinquished control of the poison, the weight of fatigue settled heavily within his chest, and he fell to his knees with a groan. Immediately, Annabeth was at his side, hands hovering over him almost like she was... afraid. 

She was afraid of him. 

He choked on a sob. “What have I done?” he whispered. 

Firmly, Annabeth grabbed his face and made him look at her. “Don’t you ever do that again, Percy, please.” Her eyes were haunted, and her voice shook. “You can’t do that to me, okay? Some things just aren’t meant to be controlled.” 

Forgive me... 

Percy clenched his jaw and grit his teeth, steeled his resolve. He knew what he had to do to win this fight. 

He only hoped that Annabeth could forgive him. 

He reached out and felt the rounded edges of the broken glass in his stomach shudder, threatening to shatter irreperably into a million pieces. If he wanted to keep a lid on his power, if he wanted to ever have a hope of repairing what had been broken down there, he needed to stop now or else it would be too late. 

He didn’t stop. 

Just as the tug in his stomach became sharper and the pain unbearable, the shards of glass disappeared, like they had exploded into incredibly fine pieces of sand and dust. 

And just like that, he could feel everything. A wall had been lifted from his mind and he felt his powers swell with infinite possibility. He felt the slightest tremors in the ground, from the stomp of a giant’s step to the small bounce of an ant dragging a leaf back towards its colony just outside the Parthenon. He could feel the blood rushing through his fellow demigods’ veins, the ichor coursing through the gods that fought alongside them, the dark ichor tainted by the earth that flowed through the giants’ bodies. 

He latched on to the gritty, dirty ichor of the giants, grabbing hold and gathering it all towards himself. Every giant froze where they were, unable to move. 

He squeezed, felt their hearts burst as ichor began to stream from their eyes, mouths, noses, and ears. Vaguely, he thought he could hear screaming, but he was focused solely on the rotten ichor of the giants, drawing it out of their bodies any way he could, pulling and pulling and pulling it all towards himself. 

Distantly, he registered several voices calling his name and a dull pain radiating through his body, but he ignored it all. He wouldn’t stop, couldn’t stop, until the job was done. 

He screamed, the sound wrenched unwillingly from his throat as finally all the giants crumbled into golden dust and the ichor he was still holding onto dissipated into a fine mist. 

He stumbled forward, snapping back to awareness with a frightening clarity. He gasped for air and collapsed to his knees, pain shooting through his body. He wiped dazedly at his face when he noticed a wetness on his lip. He pulled his hand away and saw blood on his fingers. 

“Oh,” he breathed, before falling forward and would have landed on his face had it not been for his father appearing right beside him and catching him to lay him gently on the ground. 

“Oh, my son,” Poseidon said, voice soft and filled with devastation even as he gave Percy a horrified look. “What have you done?” 

“Percy!” He rolled his head and watched Annabeth skid to a stop and drop to her knees beside him, pulling him into her lap. He smiled up at her, darkness creeping up the edges of his vision. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered and reached out a shaky hand to wipe the tears from her cheeks, frowning when he left behind streaks of bright red. “Forgive me,” he murmured, his vision and his strength fading. His eyes fluttered shut, and he slipped into the black. 

Forgive me...! 

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[figgyblossom]

anxiety saga nearly done (for now)

took an hour and a half bath (very good)(I turned off the lights and lit a candle)(had some juice too :3 ) decided to email the person im doing recipe development for and just told them id get the ideas to them tomorrow, i am so tired and it is 6:34pm already.

gonna make a snack, turn on a movie or show, and make a to-do list for tomorrow/the rest of the week 😮‍💨 i think that's a good plan...

[vegalustirra]

Vega's Kaku Kaku no Mi Creations

Vega is said to have made many creations when she ate the Kaku Kaku no Mi at the age of 9. When she made her stories, the main characters in them were manifested through the combination of her writing, drawing, & the fruit's powers.

They have their own personalities & they each gave themselves the names that they have. This was done as they are sentient beings & Vega wanted to give them the freedom of choosing for themselves.

They are nearly indistinguishable from actual humans or beings of the same species. The only setbacks are that they don't seem to age & that they don't need to eat food to survive. It's unknown if they are capable of reproducing as no one has really made an attempt to figure out if they do.

Here's a bit about a few of them

Corvallis Miosottis (left): A creation who was made to be a citizen of the Frauce Kingdom, but has some heritage to the Vodka Kingdom as well. Yet this seems to be up to debate by the other citizens in the story he's in.

He may look normal for the most part… though that's because he chooses to look the way he does as the story he's written in is an Eldritch/cosmic horror story Vega wrote. Even in his human form, he's a very capable fighter. It's not known how old he is, but he's supposed to look about 30 at most.

Altair Segoviano (right): A creation made to be a citizen of Dressrosa. He's said to be quite a talented swordsman in combat before he departed on his adventures with Luxe for some time. He initially appears to be a serious looking & ruthless individual, but he is actually a sweet & caring soul to those he gets close to.

He enjoys writing poetry in a journal, which has been written by Vega to contain an infinite amount of pages. This would be a connection to how Vega would occasionally write poetry. His birthday falls on January 28th & was said to appear like he was 25 years of age at most.

Vladimir Crescenzo: A creation made to be a citizen of the Vodka Kingdom, as a butler working for a noble family before departing on very good terms in the story he was in. He enjoys preserving history & literature of old, finding such to be fascinating to him. This may be in connection to how Vega tends to add bits of history to her many stories.

Also like Vega, he has wings that he can manifest at will. He stands at about 7’8’’. His weapon was written to be a heavy & oversized candelabra 3 candle holder, standing at over 8 feet. He's said to have a wife in the story he was in, who later became another creation of Vega’s. Her name is Jennevieve. He appears to be in 40s.

Astrid Imogen: A creation who was made to be a citizen of the Ryugu Kingdom. She looks cute & sweet at first, but was also written to be cruel to those who harm her friends & loved ones.

While she dies in the fairy tale story she was the main character in, she still lives on as a creation of Vega's… just not as cruel as her story counterpart. She also seems more child-like in personality, which may be her only connection to her creator. Her birthday is June 21st & was written to be 19 years old.

She is the adoptive daughter of another creation of Vega’s, who goes by Adonis Fujimoto. Vega surprisingly did not write that to be a thing. It just happened because Astrid kept calling him Papa to the point he accepted her as his daughter.

Luxe Urielam: He's Vega’s first creation when she ate the Kaku Kaku no Mi at age 9. He originally didn't have any place of origin, but was later given mixed Goa & Eigis Kingdom heritage when she started remaking his story to publish. The story of origin is written as a saga series & is still being written by Vega in the current day.

From what Vega has written, Luxe is an individual who was devoted to his dreams to the point where he would do anything to make sure they would come true, no matter how long it took. But he can also be scary to others at times when it comes to protecting his loved ones. May or may not be possessive as well.

Yet his past is unknown, with it only being known by Vega. All that is known is that he liked to travel around & write details down about his journey in journals, much like his creator. He seems to be the exception to the non-aging rule up until he stopped during pre-timeskip, appearing at 26 years of age.

As of the current books that she has released of the series, known as the Guiding Flame, Luxe seems to have found a new resolve after a life changing incident during his travels & pursues it with all his heart. By pure coincidence, he seems to have an uncanny appearance to someone else in Vega’s life. But that uncanny look only served as more inspiration to the person they look similar to.