#thea replies

[powerfought]

@0fdevotion asked: Sneaks. Thea pickpockets Zevlor. >:)

a sigh. a long, tired sigh. she is sneaky, well-practiced, but he's become rather accustomed to the feeling of small hands searching rather empty pockets. "amalthea, if you need something, you can simply ask. when have i ever been known to have the ability to say no to you?"

[dcyswclking]

Thinking it is the shower (probably because of the hose^^) Zach unwittingly opens the door to horny jail...

ooc: NO ZACH, YOU DID NOT

She had to admit, he was useful for something and she shamelessly checked him out. "Mm, look at that. Are you're joining or bailing me out?" Pointing at the towel she adds, "Given your attire I'd guess the first. Not that you really needed the towel to begin with."

[keiyaku-tako]

Thea - *appears with a paw shaped glove* >:3 the booping event is over but I'm not done

Why-

[starcrossedjedis]

Do you have absolutely anything to share about Thea and Odysseus ^^

Oooooooh thank you for asking ❤️ let's see...

Odysseus is a smug bastard when he and Athena first (officially) come face to face. Why wouldn't he? He just helped win the Trojan War, he's an obvious favourite of the Gods (some of them anyways) and he's on his way to claim back his wife and kingdom.

Well, the journey home will very much knock him down a notch or two. As will having an actual goddess around to witness and judge every last one of his fuck ups.

It certainly doesn't help that she is the most beautiful creature he's ever seen and makes him question if the home, the wife and the kingdom is still what he wants.

As for Athena, she has so far made it a conscious effort to keep more distance to mortals than the rest of her family. Yes, she's had her favourites and she wasn't shy of helping them whenever it suited her and as all other gods she very certainly isn't immune to prideful, wrathful behaviour.

But with Odysseus it's the first time she oversteps that boundary - no more dreams or visions or whispers; she takes form and comes face to face with him. And what's more, for the first time in her long existence she gives in to that curiosity that all the gods have for the human experience - the passion and urgency that comes with mortality - and joins him on his travel.

And on this journey she soon learns that there is a difference between favouring someone because they selectively represent your own virtues and to take them as they are - the good, the bad, the ugly. It's hard and it's messy... and it hurts.

And she learns that maybe she was right keeping her distance for so long, because it seems desire is the death of wisdom...

I am so bad at this, especially in the early stage ^^' but please everyone feel free to drop me whatever you wanna ask, because it keeps me planning ❤️

[fatalism-and-villainy]

Replies to this post!

@necro-divergent:

that post’s got some weird conflation between “writing for marketability” and “thinking about audience interpretation and enjoyment” that i do not understand. not a fan of it either

It's conflating a lot of stuff, frankly. Leaning into one's kinks without apologetic scaffolding in the narration is different from, uh, "two people feeling the biggest craziest feelings of their entire life and they cannot do anything about it except bang it out". There are a lot of different things being clustered together here, and I frankly think it would have been served better by talking about register, rather than author motivation.

But yeah, you're right to point out that considering one's audience on any level is different from aiming to be maximally marketable. Do I "write for myself"? Sure, and one reason I got into writing fanfic was because I was burned out on public fandom interaction and needed to retreat into my own head and interpretations. But if I am putting the effort into writing at all, I am usually thinking on some level about how it will be read, even if it's just on the level of "would this paragraph be comprehensible to someone who doesn't live inside my head and already know what I mean by it?"

@wizardysseus:

i dislike it in a different way? being that: i do not really enjoy reading about fucking, and am made constantly aware in fandom spaces that what is self-indulgent for me may look like holding back the good stuff to someone else. so ultimately the same reason: you're talking about how you don't want writers to give a shit but how do YOU know if a writer gives a shit? based on whether their writing is tailored to YOUR preferences?

I feel this sooo much, if for different reasons. It's actually a point of insecurity I have about my current fic, so, cool post to see at this particular moment in time!

@aeide-thea:

ugh tumblr ate my first reply but. agree, & basically i think that post has the same problem as #ownvoices in that it thinks you can necessarily deduce things abt an author's positionality/attitude/&c from a text. which is just. not in fact true! sometimes your thin-slicing will be right, yes, but sometimes people are operating according to a pattern you don't personally recognize, and your assumptions about them are in fact totally off-base in erasive, dangerous ways!

Yeah, that's a good comparison. And, as I implied in my original tags, it's a little rich to frame an entire post around what you, the poster, personally like to read, but in a way that's supposed to champion personal enjoyment on the part of writers. Like.... what makes you think people who've written stuff that's off-putting to you cared about what you thought, then?

[lorebled-a]

have some lync.h brothers vibes.

ronan     pinterest  &  spotify declan     pinterest  &  spotify bryd.e     pinterest  &  spotify

[chilled-ice-cubes]

☕️Your favorite album right now?🤔

okay this is tough....because i just pick random songs by an artist to listen to, i don’t normally choose an album and listen to all the songs in it lol. but i did like one ok rock’s ambition album and bts’ wings. maybe the aashiqui 2 songs? but that’s the soundtrack of a movie and not an actual album so it doesn’t really count ig

[quiescentdestiny]

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[shehzadi]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FAV PERSON ILY<333 i hope this year treats u gently<3

THANK YOU THEA ❣️❤️💕🌺❤️❣️❣️

[withlovekimshaw]

@theakazansky

The one thing Kim hadn’t expected tonight, though is quite predictable for the workaholic woman, was to find so much inspiration around her. Whenever she could, without being rude to her companion or those around her, Kim was making notes in her phone, sneaking a photo or two of items people were wearing for future inspiration. She finds herself beside a woman in a gorgeous black gown far more appropriate for the weather than her own rather short dress. “That dress is beautiful on you,” the redhead compliments, unsure of the face behind the mask is familiar or not. Her own was rather easy to look beyond, plus her signature hair colour had to mistake unless it was for the handful of others in the town alike.

[hawkinshightigcrs]

What is your role in a found family?

Andy

the silent sufferer - you love your friends, but the truth is, you go through most of the real things alone. it's better that no one sees you like this. you'll be fine, really, because you're used to feeling this way. it'll pass. it always does. that's what you believe, anyway. you're more likely to give someone advice on a lesson you've learned without telling them how you learned it. you've come to realize that, if they're coming to you for advice, they'll be too preoccupied to ask. it stings, but it's... that's just the way feelings work sometimes. when you're around others, most of these problems seem to vanish, and you're better able to love the person you are. only on the worst days do you continue to hear that insistent whisper that it's, "all a lie because they don't know what's *really* going on." it's not a lie. you are loved. those moments together are real. there are times when you can afford not to be so strong.

Kent

the heart full of faith - at some point in your life, you've probably been told you're "the glue" keeping a certain group of people together. you look on the bright side of things. you are able to convince someone that everything will be alright. your (found) family walks away from you feeling strengthened by your faith and--let's face it--wisdom. hopefully, you aren't being taken for granted in this. keeping morale up comes naturally to you. you probably do plenty without even realizing it. you're a good listener, thoughtful, kind. even leaders come to you for guidance. you may or may not be keen on being in charge yourself, but you are trustworthy, and you do right by the people who depend on you. the only person you can't always see clearly is yourself. it's easy to tell someone their potential but incredibly difficult to realize your own. you need the support of others just as much as they need you--but once you're put to the test, you'll realize you had the right stuff in you all along.

Possum

the heart full of faith - at some point in your life, you've probably been told you're "the glue" keeping a certain group of people together. you look on the bright side of things. you are able to convince someone that everything will be alright. your (found) family walks away from you feeling strengthened by your faith and--let's face it--wisdom. hopefully, you aren't being taken for granted in this. keeping morale up comes naturally to you. you probably do plenty without even realizing it. you're a good listener, thoughtful, kind. even leaders come to you for guidance. you may or may not be keen on being in charge yourself, but you are trustworthy, and you do right by the people who depend on you. the only person you can't always see clearly is yourself. it's easy to tell someone their potential but incredibly difficult to realize your own. you need the support of others just as much as they need you--but once you're put to the test, you'll realize you had the right stuff in you all along.

Robin

the "comic relief" - yes, alright, you tell your jokes and do your bits. you break awkward silences and sing silly songs. but what about when you're not keeping the levity? what else makes up the person who makes others feel good? you're kind. you connect with people. you hate to see others sad. you have a vice or two--who doesn't--but the point is, you are the epitome of what it is to be human, and you are able to encompass the absolutely zany improbability of life as we know it. people are comforted by you. they cherish your spirit and relate to you. but it can be difficult when you're not laughing. comedy becomes a wall to keep worse feelings out, or in. a person who feels any emotion to the extreme will undoubtedly feel others the same way. laughing is great, but... perhaps a big reason you appreciate your family is because there's something you can't stand in a silence.

Rosemary

the protective one - it does not require much for you to take someone under your wing. you have a knack for seeing the best in others and rooting for them, and they look up to you in turn. they feel that you are safe to go to in times of chaos or strife, and are calmed by your presence. you take extra measures to make sure everyone feels supported. things that others might not even consider, you have already likely accounted for. in most scenarios, you are "the leader." your struggles tend to come from your desire to provide things to others. you want to give, to see those you love happy, to make wherever you are a place of comfort. your failures hit you hard because you see this as your responsibility, and you hate to let people down. ...okay, yes, there's no avoiding it: this is the parent friend.

Thea

the brains - people are not so much your forte. you are more at home with thoughts, ideas, hobbies, skills. as such, you probably have to learn how to work well with others--but once you do, hey, it has its moments. while you are treasured for your ability to solve problems, people also have this unique love of novelty. when you break from your schedule, when you say something no one is expecting--that's novel. you are as curious and lovable as the subjects you study. you are family. this place is not the same without your witty comments and wry observations. you definitely feel more comfortable when someone needs a straightforward answer than a shoulder to cry on, but it's not impossible to give both. know that your family loves you for more than that, though, and will (usually) remember to respect your boundaries.

[ghostsxagain]

@blumhouses asked:  ❣️ (ty/thea) |  SEND ME ❣️ + A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU (accepting)

Who is the little spoon? 99% it’s Thea cuzz she’s so little!

Who sings in the shower? Ty

Who plays pranks on the other? Thea starts it but is surprised by how quickly Tyson retaliates

Who is the one who listens to pop music? Thea

Who brings the other a random cup of joe? Thea most times but Ty does it when she’s working

Who picks the cheesy movies for date night? Tyson! shockingly

Who is more likely to feed the other in public? Thea

Who gives the other random little compliments? Ty

Who is always stealing food from the other’s plate? Thea

Who is more likely to let the other borrow their car? Thea

Who makes the list before they go grocery shopping? Neither, they both suck at it (cue Jasper and Aiyla LMAO)

Who makes sure the other takes their meds when sick? Ty, he’s very diligent about medication

Who watches sports and has to teach the other the rules? Nope, no sports here

Who pulls the other to their feet for a dance in the living room? Ty

Who has to keep reminding the other to hurry or they’ll be late? Thea

Who is the one most likely to get a tattoo with the other’s name? Ty

[hyperboleigh91]

Imagine during Jean's interview, the host makes some rude remark about the rumors of Jean sleeping with his former teammates and says something about his ex team clearly not being that much of a fan of his now.

Jean snaps back with, "I guess they don't like me now that I'm legal." (And it officially becomes public knowledge that he's 19). Which sparks an immediate reaction from fans and other players, with some people further vilifying Jean and behaving as if he only made the accusation to do more damage to the already broken Ravens, and some people demanding an investigation and justice for Jean.

People begin speculating about which former teammates Jean 'slept' with, and in order to avoid being dragged into such a scandal, other Ravens willing throw the remaining four who assaulted Jean to the sharks.

Presumably, those four, who I think all graduated by this point (Afaik, Grayson was the youngest of the band of creeps), joined professional Exy teams. When Rhemann hears about these allegations and verifies that they're not only true, but the worst case scenario, he's like a dog with a bone demanding that their contracts be immediately terminated. Since Rhemann is the most respected college Exy coach, his word against these players holds significantly more weight than Jean's alone, and the four backliners are cut from their teams.

With action being taken against those players, it becomes apparent to some that Jean was telling the truth (others will always deny it), and a small handful of people from his former team attempt to reach out to him. Among them, and other than Kevin, Thea feels the most guilty for not questioning what was going on with Jean at the Nest and sends an abundance of messages profusely apologizing. Jean doesn't reply to anyone. He doesn't owe any of the Ravens, past or present, his forgiveness.

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The four backliners would undoubtedly want revenge against Jean for this ~

*Jean would have previously never clapped back like that, but considering he now has many people telling him he deserves better (and he's starting to believe it), I think he has it in him to stand up against people continuing to blame him for what happened his freshman year

**I don't know how/why Thea (or any of the Ravens, for that matter) justified blaming Jean. I just want her (and the rest) to apologize to him

[whoseafraidofliloleme]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐍 𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 1-𝐀𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐚𝐲 x 𝐅! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬/𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬: 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐔. 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐀𝐔. 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬. 𝐆𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐲. 𝐘𝐍 𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐎𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐘𝐍. 𝐘𝐍 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜. 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚. 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭. 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤. 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟. 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲.

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐄𝐧𝐡𝐚. 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐱𝐭. 𝐈𝐭𝐳𝐲. 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐱. 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 and 𝐄𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐋𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐦.

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𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: 12𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 2024.

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝:

I'll be using Jisoo from Blackpink as the face claim for YN in this. Feel free to imagine whoever you want.

Me back on my bs and finding out there's a lack of Jay smaus. So here I am with this one. Hopefully it sticks unlike Angels Rolls Their Eyes. That one died a quick death 😅. Also posting this on my birthday, so yall best give me the push to make the profiles and all that I need to for this smau.

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 1: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 ✦ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 2: 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐲 ✦ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 3: 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 1-𝐀 ✦

1. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐩.

2. 𝐈 𝐃𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐔𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬.

3. 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐞.

4. 𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭.

5. 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲.

6. 𝐕𝐏 𝐘𝐍????.

7. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞.

8. 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.

9. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?!

10. 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐚.

11. 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐘𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

12. 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐫.

13. 𝐀 𝐏𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

14. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐂𝐨 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.

15. 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐉𝐚𝐲.

16. 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐄𝐫𝐚.

17. 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫.

18. 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐂𝐨 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢���!!!

19. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬...

20. 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐅𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞.

21. 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚.

22. 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐘𝐍.

23. 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐚𝐲?

24. 𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠!?

25. 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐥 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲.

26. 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 1-𝐀 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

27. 𝐏𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩?!

28. 𝐘𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐲 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠?!

29. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩.

30. 𝐎𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐖𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤.

31. 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞.

32. 𝐖𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡!!

33. 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫.

32. 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫.

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

[starcrossedjedis]

Because of your love for Odyssey, I'll say for Athena (and Odysseus) ^_^

🚲, 💋, 💞 annddd 🔥

(I remember reading this books summary that first time and being immediately enamored with it lol also, your edits are amazing!)

If by "love" you mean "feeling a bone deep pressure to write this now, because The ManTM actually acknowledged its/my existence, paired with an even deeper sense of dread, because should I ever write this the ManTM can never ever know about it, because he is a genius with the voice of an angel and I am about to make it ✨FiLtHy✨" - sure, I love this story... ANYWAYS 😅

🚲 : Does your character enjoy playing the field? Or are they more monogamy-minded?

Thea/Athena was never interested in anyone - mortal or immortal - like that in all of her existence. And even as the whole thing unfolds, it takes her a loooong time to realise/acknowledge that this might be... that. As for Odysseus, for someone who is all about returning to his wife asap he is a bit of a slut 😆

💋 : Is your character a good kisser? How do they do it?

I wanna say "practice makes perfect" in regards to my beloved manwhore (also who writes a ����sPiCy🌶 story and makes the leads terrible kissers?). He's can be gentle and sweet, but also hot and heavy where the situation calls for it, always leaving Thea wanting more of it... Thea is inexperienced, but it's most definitely in her very nature to... learn quickly 😏

💞 : Do they treat sex casually or do they view it as something with a lot of emotional weight?

For Thea/Athena it definitely carries a whole lot of emotional weight, seeing as she has never had the urge to do this before (definitely no case of like father like daughter, this one), so this is both exciting and very terrifying for her. For Odysseus it (canonically) seems that the emotional weight of it all is kind of a matter of circumstance? He definitely loves his wife (and he will definitely fall madly in love with Thea), but he definitely doesn't extend this emotional weight eg for his tryst/episode/thing with Circe.

🔥 : What’s a surefire way to make your OC get flustered?

Tbh, a lot gets Thea flustered. Being human / pretending to be mortal is so different from being purposefully detached in the way she always chose to be and this meat suit makes everything so so messy. People being raunchy, gentle, flirty, caring... the whole range of human interaction has the potential to leave her flustered and almost at a loss for words. And once they get started the right look from Odysseus is enough to make her damn knees buckle 😏

Thank you so much for sending me this! It makes me so happy that you love this silly little "What if...?" so much!

[patrophthia]

do not make him ‘go away’ | tom riddle

pairing: tom riddle x hufflepuff!reader

genre: literally just fluff and comedy (bc i love turning dark morally grey character into soft babies), superrrr self indulgent, not beta read.

word count: 4.6K

originally posted on wattpad: a while back lol

"i got knocked off my feet not amnesia."

the corner of his lips perked up at her comment, such a small motion that she almost didn't notice.

"i'll keep that in mind." and then, with a disappointed look thrown at malfoy, riddle asked her, "is he bothering you?"

"kind of," she answered slowly, not trusting where this conversation would go. "why?"

riddle ignored her question, opting on following up with his own instead, "do you want me to get rid of him for you?"

or the trope simply the trope of grumpy reluctant boyfriend and bubbly/fun girlfriend.

she had always loved defense against the dark arts. don't get her wrong, the classes and lessons were always great. professor thea was good at her job, teaching them both the theoretical and physical studies that is needed from the subject.

but now, as she landed flat on her butt, she hated the subject more than she could ever imagine. malfoy was a terrible dueling partner, taking every possible chance to knock her off her feet.

"do you want me to go easy on you badger?" he asked tauntingly, towering over her.

she looked up at him —half expecting for him to offer a hand but he only smirked at her. "you're a dick."

"i sure am." he only watched her struggle with amusement.

there was a scoff from besides him and within a split second he was being nudged over. replacing him was the head boy, leaning down to look at her with furrowed eyebrows. he offered her a hand; one which she took and lifted herself up.

she muttered a quick thanks, not sparing him a look whilst she busied herself with wiping soot off of her clothes. looking back up, she found him gazing at her.

"what's your name?" he asked after a minute, watching her with skepticism.

"[name]?" she replied, unsure. he knew her name, surely he did, they had partnered up during sixth year for a potions project and he can't have forgotten it in the span of one year could he? "i thought you already knew that."

"i did." riddle pursed his lips, nodding to himself. "i just wanted to make sure you knew your name."

she scoffed, giving him a dirty look. "i got knocked off my feet not amnesia."

the corner of his lips perked up at her comment, such a small motion that she almost didn't notice.

"i'll keep that in mind." and then, with a disappointed look thrown at malfoy, riddle asked her, "is he bothering you?"

"kind of," she answered slowly, not trusting where this conversation would go. "why?"

riddle ignored her question, opting on following up with his own instead, "do you want me to get rid of him for you?"

if it were anyone else she would've laughed it off as a joke but tom riddle has this ominous thing about him, one that put you slightly on edge, making it seem as though he would actually follow through with his threat.

so —as annoying as malfoy was, she told him. "no." and then, slightly terrified that she would wake up tomorrow with the news that abraxas malfoy had mysteriously gone missing, she added as a precaution, "don't kill him."

she wasn't sure if she was joking or genuinely scared that riddle would do it for her sake. no matter how much he would deny it, to her —he seemed like a feminist, never failing to hand detentions out to male students who mistreated girls. so killing his cult follower for a woman wouldn't be far from how she characterized of him.

"not unless i'm dying then you can kill him."

it was barely a month later when the same occurrence happened; malfoy was her dueling partner once more, malfoy shot her a spell at her that had her landing on the floor, malfoy mocking her for apparently being a 'weak' dueler, riddle pushing him over and offering her a helping hand.

asking her, "can i kill him now?"

to which she replied, without fail. "no."

riddle gave her a dissatisfied look but kept his hands off of malfoy nonetheless, respecting her request.

why he listened to what she said, she couldn't answer.

not until he asked her to call him tom (or maybe something else a significant other would use), not until tom asked to be her boyfriend, not until tom reluctantly agreed to trail after her on a trip to hogsmeade with her friends.

it seems as though tom could never say no to her.

"are you ready?" she asked, peeking her head inside of his dormitory's door.

tom whipped his head around from where he stood in front of his mirror, looking less than excited to be going out today. "yes."

"great," she tried to stop herself from squealing, pushing the door open so she could approach his side. "i can't wait for you to meet them, they think i'm lying to them about you."

tom fully turned himself to face her, giving her a once over and taking in how she looked.

pretty.

as always.

he felt something flutter in his chest, pride for having her? excitement in finally going to honey dukes after hearing so much about it? the hope of being able to convince her to let him make malfoy go away? love?

no it can't be. he was conceived after a love potion, he can't love. feeling slightly frustrated with himself, tom grumbled, "stop looking at me like that."

she furrowed her brows, curious by what he meant. "like what?"

"like you have feelings for me."

"tom," she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose out of irritation. "i'm literally your girlfriend, i'm supposed to have feelings for you."

tom blinked. her telling him that she was his girlfriend shouldn't have felt as good as he did. what the fuck is wrong with him. defeatedly, he muttered, "i'm breaking up with you."

"yeah sure you are."

•••

"so how long have you been going out?" rae asked, acting oblivious as if [name] hadn't told her every single detail about their relationship.

she smiled, nudging for tom to answer.

tom took a deep breath. a response that rae was silently hoping for after hearing about just how grumpy and moody tom was from her friend. trying to tease him without doing so much as saying anything provoking.

he then smiled, turning on his charms in order to converse. "five months and thirteen days."

trying to get under her boyfriend's skin, [name] frowned, feigning confusion. "five months?"

"yes." tom cleared his throat, glaring at her. "and thirteen days."

"is that right?" rae questioned, trying to irk him. "[name] told me you've only been together for three months."

the slytherin turned to her, his face showing offense. "you did?"

"i love the weather this morning," she said instead, trying to distract him.

yet tom was persistent, he knew they were having a laugh, he wasn't daft, but it certainly didn't feel good to hear rae say what she said. "did you?"

"merlin isn't it crowded today?" she ignored him, looking out the carriage's window as it pulled to halt. she opened the door, landing on solid ground before looking back to where she was sat. with a tilt of her head, she signaled for them to exit as well. "what are you waiting for?"

tom sulked as he got off the carriage, a small pout on his lips. "are you going to answer me?"

she looked down the streets, seeing it packed with people from left to right before turning to him, letting her hand find his and interlocking it. "no."

tom felt a urge to pull his hand away, not used to PDA but it felt so right, so right that he went against his better judgement and mumbled something so stupid he mentally facepalmed himself. "why are you touching me?"

she only giggled in response, noting the confuse tone he had instead of being vexed by his words. "so i wouldn't lose you. you can't expect me to keep track of you with this many people around, can you? i can't lose my boyfriend."

not when he was a dark wizard who was constantly reminded that killing people is a morally wrong thing to do. "what if you start finding people to join your little fan club?"

having to tell him to not use the basilisk for salazar slytherin's quote-unquote unfinished business was hard enough for her to handle, let alone telling forty —maybe even fifty others, that it was a wrong action to take.

maybe it was her 'i can fix him' mentality but in all honesty, tom has been behaving way better ever since they'd gotten together then aragog has all year. and yes, she knew it was wrong to compare a human to an acromantula but when the said human was conceived under a love potion and has no real concept of what love is.

if he was as good as a spider, he was good to go.

"you say that like i'm evil," tom murmured, barely audible due to the loud chatter hogsmeade provided.

"you're not?" she countered incredulously. "didn't you say you wanted horcruxes despite knowing what it takes to make one?"

"yeah but . . ." he trailed off, finding himself at a loss of a word. "i didn't end up making one, idiot."

what an endearing nickname. "that doesn't make it any better, tom. you still thought about it."

"but i didn't make it."

•••

being head boy brought tom gossip. whether he cared for it or not, it always follows him. he had heard every rumors there was, knowing them thoroughly from start to finish. tom never bothered to care about them, not until he found himself becoming friends with a group of girl who would talk their heads of about anything.

with a "come in!" from his girlfriend, tom opened the door to her dorm room. he shut it behind him, eyes roaming around to try and find her. finally his eyes landed on where she sat by her desk, head low, crouching over a long strip of parchment.

"walburga and orion are betrothed." he stated, standing by her side.

"what?" rae screamed before she could, power walking out of the bathroom with her tooth brush in hand. "the blacks?"

"who else," tom said with a roll of his eyes.

that caught her attention, she turned to him, curiosity written all over her face. "aren't they cousins?"

"they're pure-bloods, inbreeding is in their genes," came octavia, [name]'s dormmate and friend who was nicer than rae would ever be. then, with a look of distaste, she added, "how could they force an engagement on orion? he's literally a fifth year while walburga graduated last year. it's disgusting."

"well," rae snickered, "what else would we expect from the black family?"

"i also caught macmillan and weasley are snogging on my rounds today," tom said, sitting down on his girlfriend's bed. "asked me to keep it a secret but there's only so much to be kept in the chamber."

rae chortled, hand covering her mouth. "you know, in my native language they would call you ប្រុសមាត់ក្តួយ (pronounced pros-moit-kdouy)."

[name]'s brow knitted along with tom's, narrowing their eyes at rae. "what does that mean?"

rae only giggled, sitting up on her bed with octavia listening it. "it technically means 'a man who can't keep his mouth shut about drama' in khmer but the literal translation is a guy with a vagina for a mouth."

"what the fuck." tom muttered, eyes wide. the three girls in the room bursted out laughing, that must've been the first time they'd ever hear him curse. "why would you call me that?"

"because you are," rae countered.

"i'm not!" he argued, "you just called me a labia."

"she never called you a labia," came [name] from his side, "you called yourself that."

"i-" tom paused, unable to tell if he himself was angry, annoyed, amused or disgusted by their conversation. "i don't like you guys anymore."

"you're welcome to leave any time you want," rae quipped, gesturing towards the door. "or find new friends."

octavia changed the topic, done with their bantering and told them about a story with a guy she'd met. apparently they'd been going out for a total of three months, keeping it a secret, before he cheated on her.

she was mad at him but he made it seem as if it was her fault; telling her that what she heard was true but he couldn't stop about thinking them. and he knows that she's been there a few time as well, insinuating that octavia could ever do something as wrong as cheating.

there was a look tom shot his girlfriend when octavia finished recalling everything that happened between her and chris marsh.

[name] sighed, knowing why exactly he gave her the look and shook her head. "no."

"but-"

"no buts," she interrupted, pinching the bridge of her nose with frustration, "you cannot kill him. we talked about this tom."

"i know but he's hurting her," he pointed out, "and she's your friend so. . ."

"tom please," she pleaded, "no killing is justifiable unless one of us in danger with actual death."

"promise me i won't wake up to find out that marsh is missing."

"i promise that you won't wake up to find out that marsh is missing," said tom defeatedly.

•••

tom looked ridiculously stupid, he knew that. he sighs, feeling rae smearing wet paint on his face. the things he did for his girlfriend.

if you were to go back in time to tell tom riddle that he would be sitting on a chair getting his face painted black and yellow for a quidditch game, he'd think you were having a laugh and cast a killing curse at you.

but now, being told repeatedly to, "stay still you pesky snake" by his girlfriend's friend as she watched the two of them interact without the smallest hint of jealousy, tom —he would never ever in a million years admit this— couldn't be happier.

there was such a soft domestically about it, him getting along with her friend without the urge to kill rae or for rae to kill him, knowing that they were friends who just liked to threatened one another was more than anything tom could ask for.

he felt good, despite the uncomfortableness that came with donning a different set of colors. he (surprisingly) didn't care that he wasn't dressed in green in silver, being more than happy to be supporting her.

after finally being let go by rae; tom stood up, facing his girlfriend. with a tilt to his head, he asked her, "i thought i could be very persuasive until i met you."

"never thought i'd be going to quidditch game, let alone support another house." his eyes then glanced to a mirror that stood besides her, taking in his own appearance. salazar, rae must be taking the piss, he looked like a clown. eyes shifting back to her, he asked tiredly, "are you happy now?"

"i am if you are," she responded, taking a step towards him."i'm not," tom grumbled truthfully, not hiding a single ounce of annoyance. she shrugged, smiling. "that's too bad, i take back what i said. i'm happy now."

the three made their way out of her dorm and into the hufflepuff's common room to meet up with octavia. tom eyes quickly roamed the room, surprised by how many of the students who were spending their time there was from another house.

from his quick scan, tom had managed to count a total of five slytherins. three of which who were visibly miserable, face painted yellow with their friend or significant other beaming besides them. and the other two, being the ones who were forcing face paint onto their ravenclaw and gryffindor friends.

no matter how much time he'd spent welcomed in the hufflepuff common room. tom would never understand how they could be so comfortable with letting anyone enter whenever they pleased. that would not flow well with the slytherins.

up the great hall they went, passing the grand entrance before leaving the castle entirely and making their way to the quidditch pitch.

with a kiss on tom's cheek, an action that had his eyes widening and face flushed red, she bid him, rae, and octavia a goodbye before making her way into the changing room.

rae led the way towards the stands, fighting with tom about where the appropriate seat for him would be.

"no not in the slytherin section," rae argued, trying to find the best place for their group of three. "how could you be the head boy and be so stupid?"

"you're sitting in the hufflepuff row where your girlfriend would be looking for support from," she said with a tone of obviousness, finally settling down at a place she found best suited for the three of them. "honestly."

the match ended quickly, she'd had spotted the snitch within the first thirty minutes of the game before she started her pursuit and caught it in the next four minutes.

gryffindor lost by a hundred and ten points and without consciously knowing it, tom found himself cheering loudly for her, his voice was overpowered by rae but it was the thoughts that count.

there was a flash from his side, he turned, finding octavia giggling with a polaroid in hand. she wordlessly offered it to him. tom took it, curious as what he would find on it.

the picture developed bit by bit, revealing tom in frozen cheerful state, eyes bright as he watched the scene before him, his forehead was yellow, his mouth gaping with its corner tipping upwards. behind him was rae, on her feet with her hands pressed against the railing, frantically screaming at something the picture couldn't fully depict.

"you're not keeping it." octavia told him. "it's for [name]."

octavia then slipped a hand into her pocket, picking out a new picture and handed it to him. "you can have this though."

inspecting it, tom found a picture of himself frowning on his girlfriend's bed. she sat besides him, laughing as if her life depended on it, her head was thrown back, a hand clutching onto her stomach.

tom pocketed the picture, smiling to himself. "when did you take this?"

"when she told you to not make marsh 'go away'."

•••

graduation came and tom was quick to ask her to move in with him. she was skeptical at first, reasoning with him that neither of them had jobs that provided enough for them to have a financially stable home, but that idea was shot down when tom told her that the ministry had already reached out to him.

offering him a job that would let them live a comfortable life. they moved in together shortly after, finding a small cottage that looked perfect for the two.

she was able to turn her hobbies into a job, making her more than just happy. by 1950, tom —with all his slytherin ambitions— found his way to the top, earning the position of minister of magic.

it was late when tom came home, having to run over a last-minute case that malfoy presented him. he shrugged his coat off, trying to be quiet as to not wake his (still) girlfriend up. tom found his way into their bedroom where he found the en-suite door wide opened, he walked forward trying to take peek.

inside was her stood in front of the mirror, taking off her make up with a cotton pad when she spotted him, her eyes shifted to him for a second before turning back to herself. "how was work?"

"it was good," he answered, tugging at his tie. and then he furrowed his brows, lip tugged underneath his teeth. quietly, he muttered, "let's get married."

she blinked rapidly, not believing her own ears, she whipped around with a small noise of confusion, facing him. "what did you say?"

"let's get married," he repeated casually, finally getting his tie off. "are you proposing to me?" she asked him."yes." he nodded. "i thought that was clear."

"so yes or no?"

the wedding took place two years later, with it being repeatedly postponed due to tom's work but it was perfect nonetheless. they had friends and coworkers (that they actually liked) at the ceremony. rae teased tom endlessly, not once giving him a break for taking so long to propose.

in 1959, octavia invited them to dinner at her house, her and husband having an announcement for them all to hear. but before she got to the good part, octavia told her about some of the not-so-good news.

her husband, dawn, was recently bitten by a werewolf. he was having a hard time experiencing the transitions during the full moon so they had a request for them.

now here comes the good news along with her favor: octavia was pregnant, she was four weeks long and since it was only her and dawn.

she will be needing help.

"that's all?" rae asked, frowning. isn't it already implied that rae, her, and tom would all help her when she'd gotten herself knocked up? "you know you needn't ask right? i will be spoiling that child rotten."

octavia smiled, feeling relief. why did she even feel nervous in the first place? these were her friends, the same ones who collectively bullied every man she's ever broken up with. they will always have her back. "that's all."

and then she added, "i just thought it might be a burden to you guys. it's just- it will be hard since dawn would have to recover from the full moon and i'd have to work, so i need people who i can trust to babysit the kid sometimes."

"you could never be a burden," [name] said, "not when i can be the cool aunt."

"oh please," rae let out a loud cackle, "you would never be the cool aunt. that's me."

octavia gave birth on november, 3rd, 1959 to a lovely girl named clementine calla azure. the same day that the blacks welcomed their first son, sirius orion black. rae (would lie if you ever pointed this out to her) was ecstatic when clementine turned out cuter than the black's son did.

she, liked she had stated months prior, spoiled the child to death. buying it everything it could possibly want, babysitting it every time octavia even looked like she needed help.

octavia —instead of using the time to relax, spent her time creating a wolfsbane potion. making the potion was a tedious process but she had more than enough time from tom changing clementine's diaper because he, despite being forced, had promised that he would also help with her baby.

rae was an author who made enough for herself to live lavishly. apparently, muggles really love the story about a dark wizard trying to kill a little kid for his chance to be immortal.

"so," rae clapped with clementine prompted on her hip. tom, dawn, octavia and [name] were all scattered around the living room, sitting down and listening to rae as she stood. "you're probably wondering why i called you all over."

there were noises of confirmation before rae started up again. "i've been doing some research lately and there's more people who has been involuntary bitten than you would think. basically what i'm saying is that tom —since you're the god of magic or whatever— needs to draw up a new bill where werewolves would be known by the ministry and themselves only so the ministry can provide help."

"werewolves tend to have a hard time finding work and keeping the job since they would have to recover every full moon and miss work days. the potion octavia created is going to be recorded in the history book, we know that, but something else that should be recorded in history is how the lovely tom riddle —who i definitely like and doesn't want to have a one v one with— made a law or whatever, where if a werewolf is legally signed in with the ministry, they get a wolfsbane potion provided by the ministry by owl every month."

"they're extremely costly rae, and they take a ridiculous amount of time to make." dawn was quick to point out the flaw, understanding this topic more than anyone else in the room. "not to mention how there's millions of people like me out there, we won't be able to get them to everybody."

"tom is like the zeus of magic," rae said, slightly irritated that they didn't just agree right of the bat. "if he just created a lab and put twenty of the best witches and wizards in there with large pots and get it brewing, they can make it work. and as for the products needed, there's always herbologists that needs work —not trying to stereotype but most of them are hufflepuffs, they would take the chance to help without even thinking twice."

"it will work, trust me," rae said, almost pleading, "what do you say, riddle?"

the law, or bill, or whatever it was, was put into place shortly after. werewolves were scared and skeptical at first, always having been labeled as monsters until eventually people started piling in for help and they were given what they needed. octavia loved her new job at the ministry for it meant she could be helping out her husband and everyone like him whilst also having the freedom to invent whatever else she wanted.

"tavia brought clementine to work today," tom stated, making his way into their library. "so i've been thinking."

"oh no," she muttered, dropping her book onto her lap, "you never have good thoughts after seeing clementine."

tom tilted his head slightly, narrowing his eyes. "what do you mean?"

"last time you saw her, you decided that it was a good idea to have your basilisk follow after her when she grows up so she'd never get hurt," she answered, looking up at him as he stood before her.

tom shrugged. "i don't see any flaws in that plan, if anything i think it's the best thing for clementine."

"how can you be the minister of magic and be an absolute dumbass?" she laughed, feeling his hand reach down to rest on her cheek.

"because, i'm not," he said easily, eyes focused on hers, "and believe it or not i actually have a brilliant idea that you might actually like for once."

"alright," she muttered, amusing him, "what is it?"

"i think clementine should have a cousin."

"clementine already has a cousin—"

"that's not what i meant, idiot," tom cut her off, a small smile etching on his lips, "you know exactly what i'm trying to say. don't play dumb, pet."

"i actually don't know what you meant," she said matter-of-factly, feigning innocent, "please explain."

tom sighed. "i want us to try for a baby."

"i thought you hated kids."

"i do," he agreed, "but i also know that i wouldn't hate them if they were ours."

— from bee: this was very OOC but idc,,, fluffy tom or no tom ever (i have the i can fix him mentality)