#truly I mean that I can’t stop thinking abt it

[touyatodorokigf]

I just think challengers rewired my brain

[exopelagic]

i said i wouldn’t do it this time but it’s 3am and mods asleep. boy

[bo0zey]

anyone else ever get in those silly goofy moods where u just hate urself sooo much that u instantly feel physically almost violently ill just thinking abt urself and also even tho u worked a 12hr shift w no breaks or water running off of the 2 cups of coffee u had for breakfast 20 hours ago, the thought of eating instantly sends bouts of nausea coursing thru ur soul while churning in ur stomach bc ur brain hates u so much that its convinced ur body that u don’t deserve sustenance or anything else that’s life sustaining or promotes ur physical well being because u subconsciously convinced urself that ur such a shit excuse for a human being that u neither deserve nor have any right to anything regarding maslow’s hierarchy of needs bc u r such an awful thing u deserve to be neglected n treated like the nonliving object ur own brain sees ur living body as or am i just mentally ill lol

[viderose]

he’s annoying, i don’t like him (he hasn’t given me as much attention lately)

[crossbackpoke-check]

"This extra space next to me belongs to you. I know where I end now. I won't get lost." -- shoot me (metaphorically) and leave me for dead (metaphorically) why won't you. To make this about Dylan and maybe it's about Connor, maybe it's about Brinksy, maybe it's about any journeyman in the NHL. My brain screamed Chris Driedger and his memorable (to me) Players' Tribune article:

And how can you mention Dylan and Zach (Za-ach, the way Dylan says it) without me having a breakdown about them? You simply can't. And for the younger dudes, maybe it's a little Bords/Briss, not yet steady in The Show, a little bit of distance, a summer that tries to erase and make up all the memories they've made separately... and then a blurry insta story in Vegas. Just like old times but somewhere else. Maybe it's not the same bed, maybe it's not the same set of forks, but maybe it's the principle of the thing.

Anyway, goodbye. Sorry for this, your tag walls make me break out in imagined scenarios.

Much love. xxx

please never be sorry for sending me messages <3 i love reading them i love getting them i think they’re beautiful and i love them i’m!!!!! [🥹💕🦋🫧✨💘😭 <- the best approximation of what my heart is doing]

ok NOW i am taking this step by step because every narrative here kicked me straight in the knees (metaphorically) i am w e e p i n g (literally): i knew tangentially about chris driedger going to seattle but i had never read his players’ tribune love letter to seattle & all i can say is oh. oh. and with the part about trains delayed but still being right on time—

sometimes a dream is a truth your heart knows long before you do. the space that the city and the team made for him (“you’d be the only guy on the team”)🗣️🗣️🗣️ !!! but the way that chris talks about needing to put in the work & leo not letting him quit,,, that’s chris filling up the teakettle with twice as much water, crowding one side of the bed (falling asleep against a bus window dreaming), becoming unburdened by the idea of not being their guy, not having the fallback being their draft pick to content and settle himself with. that’s chris betting on a future. that’s the train coming down the tracks, right on time.

(i am feeling unhinged about it)

SECOND. i know i was the one that said zach and dylan to start so technically i brought this on myself but also i have been ktfo by the mere mention of the way that dylan says zach’s name different from everyone else, stealing an extra breath, stealing as much time as he can get with him, which reminded me of a poem i just read:

The Need Is So Great, Jim Moore

^^^dylan still in love with zach even as he’s leaving, can feel himself losing him, and taking every sliver of the love in his smile that he can get. even if he knows zach doesn’t still feel the same way he’s drawing out the long goodbye & saying i love you in a thousand ways without ever saying it out loud (“i have been asking for a time but in ways that have no words” because he doesn’t want to ask too much, to ask for love) in the hope that zach will say it back OKAY I’M LEAVING i can’t do this

that was a lie because THREE. “maybe it’s the principle of the thing” please insert the most ungodly screech how could you just (lovingly) come in straight with the steel chair and bean me upside the head with that l i n e i think this story has the potential for such tragedy in it but also the most tender domestic longing because bords & briss have known each other for a long time (i think) and guys do sometimes lose themselves when they first get to the nhl.

it’s a big scene, you’re with big name guys, you’re finally doing the thing you always dreamed about, you’re no longer necessarily the best because everyone’s the best, you’re not sure how you fit in, you can get lost in the glitz and the glamor of it but you can also literally get lost in it, the slog of the season and getting caught up and down between teams and leagues and endless airports and buses and travel and ice rinks, losing your phone (accidental) and having new people hound you for quotes and fame and connection so you lose your phone (on purpose) and i think where i’m trying to go is: this could play out as the tragedy of borde going to the california coastline and briss shipping off to the vegas strip and both of them getting a little lost.

maybe there’s someone else, maybe i am steadfastly not thinking about “a summer that tries to erase and make up all the memories they've made separately” as either a summer of them pretending things are ok after a year of barely speaking and now being completely different people they never were before OR a summer of them trying to pretend like they can forget about each other because maybe they didn’t think their relationship was the same thing, is all, when they were or weren’t together. maybe it’s nobody’s fault but for the fact that they were scared and tired and lonely trying to make it in the big times and didn’t know how to show it. and then borde shows up with takeout and plastic forks in vegas and it’s december and nothing like winter in ann arbor and still they fill up all the empty spaces in each other with the things they didn’t know they’d miss until they were gone and this is the real thing, not whatever they were trying too hard to be, to recreate their own nostalgia for the love in their memories. it’s the principle of the thing, is all, to always be true to the love they have right now & not what they think it should be.

sorry that i wrote you kind of an essay of an answer but i had so so so many thoughts because your ask was so lovely so thank you for sending it to me (you are always welcome to!! i love your imagined scenarios!!! cannot even explain how much!!!) & thank you for taking the time to read my walls of tags :))) <3

[lunasblunt]

what is and what should never be

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪

SFW!!!!! pt.2

pairing: logan howlett x original female!mutant character

PT.2 TO BARRACUDA

summary: terra, a mutant with the ability to manipulate earthly elements, and grow plants/flowers from her palms, finds herself incredibly fed up with logan as they’re forced to to train together.

suggested song: what is and what should never be by led zeppelin the back and forth between soft/calm and loud/heavy do u get it… i hope u get it…. yeah……

CW: nothing too crazy she just wants bro so bad tbh… slight nsfw thoughts? idk it’s a sfw fic so it’s definitely not too dirty

A/N: i will always love hugh jackman. can’t even pretend like i’m mad abt the hype bc the edits are SO GOOD. alsoooo requests are always open i’d love some prompts :3 that’s all ;D

reply/lmk if you’d like to be added to a taglist for this fic!!!

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪

the next few days are hazy for terra. the bandages wrapped around her palms are itchy, and she can't stop herself from replaying the entire scene in her head. the way logan had glared down at her like she was worthless, the way he puffed his cigar and tossed his tank top over his shoulder on his way out. she couldn't help but wish she had stood up from her bloody mess and kicked his ass. she mentally curses at herself for being so uncoordinated.

when the time for their next training session comes, terra is buzzing. she prepares an endless amount of comments to throw at him, a million ways to kill him with kindness.

unfortunately for her, logan never shows. three hours, she waited, pacing back and forth; laughing to herself about how stupid this was, how stupid charles was for thinking this could possibly work.

as she storms out of the training room, terra, without thinking, beelines straight for logan's room.

pounding on the door, she tries to ignore the way the pace of her heartbeat quickens.

logan opens the door slowly, his brows furrowed in confusion. when he notices the fiery brunette standing in front of him, his demeanor changes.

“new pair of boxing gloves?” he smirks, sarcasm dripping from his lips as he gestures to her bandaged wounds.

silence fills the space between them. terra can’t even bring herself to dish a remark right back. logan bites the inside of his lip impatiently, he didn’t have the time for this. as he goes to shut the door, terra speaks up.

“i’ve been waiting for you, y’know.” she says softly, an angry, disappointed, yet calm look on her face. logan feels a shiver down his spine. the way she spoke so quietly, the look in her eyes almost… upset? no, unsatisfied. “three hours,” she laughs condescendingly. “do you feel that sorry about what you’ve done that you couldn’t even bring yourself to show up?”

logan scoffs at that accusation. she really knew how to irritate him.

fighting the urge to slam the door in her face, logan leans against the doorframe, waiting for her to continue. he wanted to see just what else, and how much, she could throw at him.

“i mean i’m truly flattered, logan.” she can’t stop the words from spilling out of her mouth. “you obviously care so much about me, about this,” she raises a hand, reminding him of his work. “that you’ve shut yourself up here, conjuring just the right words for the perfect apology!”

finally, logan feels the need to butt in. he can’t stand to hear the sound of her whiny voice dragging on and on, poking fun at his absence.

“you got just what you were asking for, sweetheart.” he snarls, inching toward her, clenching his jaw in between sentences. “you can’t bite off more than you can chew and expect to get away with it…” at this point, the man is hovering over her, clearly trying to dismiss her presence with intimidation. “you may think you’re some free spirit, some ‘make love not war’ flower child, but i’ve been around, and in the real world…” logan leans his head down, his face inches from hers. “your actions have consequences.”

terra tries not to show it, but his words send a piercing sensation up her legs and to the apples her cheeks, a light pink color washing over them. she can't help the way her knees buckle when logan's forehead just barely rests on hers, his breath practically reaching out and tickling her nose. she doesn't understand where this is coming from, but she can't say she hates it.

logan finds himself entertained with the scene below him. the way the girl’s face lit up a bright pink color the second his body got closer to hers, the shock written all over her expression. he’d been waiting for this, for someone to give her a goddamn reality check.

“now you’ve got nothing to say?” he chuckles, waiting for another reaction. whatever this game was that he’d started for himself, he liked.

the silence between the two is deafening. nothing but the soft murmurs of students passing by to their dorms can be heard.

“tomorrow. hand to hand combat. no powers, no tricks,” logan speaks up, repeating his rules from their last session. bending over ever so slightly, the man whispers the last bit into her ear. “all raw.”

terra’s left in a confused daze as she watches logan smirk, then shut his bedroom door behind him.

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[seraphicsentences]

Can u write abt Reader that doesn't know how to cuss and swear cuz she thinks that's rude and one day she asks Ellie to teach her. I just wanted to know how she would react to Reader's a.k.a her girl's request. Thank you~

hi my sweet angel baby yes i absolutely can here you go honey— it’s highkey shit but -!

~

you weren’t big on swearing: raised by two very christian, very strict parents, you learned to view it as rather crude, and if anything, unnecessary.

ellie’s heard it all, seeing as she’s spent nearly every waking moment by your side, and been graced with an exceptionally dirty potty-mouth.

“language, ellie!”

“watch it, els.”

“that’s so not nice of you to say, ellieeee.”

she’s gotten used to your mother like reprimands, finding them merely adorable at this point rather than chiding.

this, quite consequentially, has led her to actually swear more around you, eager to make herself victim to your frustrations.

“what a little bitch. dumb fucking cunt is hacking the stupid ass server for fucking no reason,” she’d argue with her screen.

“ellie!” you’d wind the corner, coming in to whack her across the head, knocking her headset down. “don’t say that!”

she’d swivel in her chair to shoot you an amused smirk, crossing her arms. “okay, mom, you gonna wash my mouth with soap now or something?”

“don’t be weird els, i’m just saying, you don’t have to use those words!”

“what words?”

“those ones!”

“mmm, sorry babe, i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“ellie! grow up!”

“yes, mommy.”

“now don’t be gross, els.”

“okay, okay, i’m stopping now.”

“you suck.”

“yeah, your mom’s clit.”

“oh my god ellie!”

yeahhhh that’s how most of your interactions would go. you don’t love her any less though. she’s your girl! and in all honesty— her colorful vocabulary can be its own kind of charming at times. ;))

anyways.

so, in your 18 years of friendship, she would’ve never expected this from you. like never.

the thought had festered in your mind all throughout the week, but it had only truly hit earlier this afternoon.

“what was that, babe?”

“can you teach me how to swear properly?”

for a second, ellie just stared at you, evidently appalled. then she burst out into laughter.

“pfffft, what?!?”

“ellie!” you whined, “it’s not funny, i’m serious.”

“god, you’re so fucking cute.”

“ellie.”

she chuckled, “seriously, it’s adorable. try: ‘fuck you, bitch.’”

“i can’t-“

“knew ittt”

“fuck you, you fucking bitch.”

a beat passes, the two of you sitting facing each other in silence, both entirely shocked by your words.

“i didn’t mean-” you stumble out, cut off by ellie’s sharp laugh.

“HA! you’ve been corrupted!” she says, weirdly gleeful.

“i take that back, i did mean to say that,” you cross your arms in attempt to look stern.

ellie’s not buying it. she pounces atop your lap to press a warm smile against your open lips, “mhm, sure you did.”

[murdrdocs]

was listening to kill bill and kicking my feet one day thinkin abt ethan being with a reader who matches his energy.

you were together for a couple of months, a fun couple of months, but seemingly not long enough to truly become attached. you’re the one to break it off, but that fact doesn’t soothe the anger that flares in your chest whenever you see him with someone new.

they’re pretty, he seems happy, like he might be falling hard, and that’s something you can’t have.

you’re pacing, devising a plan, fiddling with the knife your father gave you as a means of protection. it glistens prettily in the low light of your bedroom, and you’re suddenly thinking about how pristine it is, and how getting it a little dirty wouldn’t cause any harm.

however, your plans are halted, caused by the fact that you decide to stop by ethan’s first, your mind already made up to go to his new thing next. but instead of fighting you off, crying, begging that you spare him like you thought he would, ethan grins in your face wickedly. it throws you off, distracts you enough to cause you to let your guard down, which lets ethan’s hand wrap around your throat and pull you closer to him, if possible.

your hold on the knife against his throat falters, his hips shift up into yours and you push yourself harder against him, your chest thuds pressed against his.

his lips move against yours as he speaks. “i always knew we were perfect for each other,” and then the knife falls to the ground and his lips are on yours and you’re forgetting what you came there to do in the first place.

[mars-ipan]

YES YES YOU GET IT EXACTLY THANK YOU

i think part of why i love tsp is i love horror but hate threats

[salemlunaa]

Hello! I just found your blog and I am so grateful bc u reminded me that I am whatever tf I want to be <3 but I have a question... why do you think people "fail" trying to "get into" the void, or assuming things?

As a personal experience I've been trying to get into the void for like 3 weeks and nothing happened, also things that I assumed didn't too. Could you give me an advice?

(I'm so sorry for bothering and also abt my English, I'm a brazilian)

@orquideamour

hi 💞💞 thank you for your kind words, i think that people “fail” to enter the void is that they can’t decide. What i mean by this is that they fail to stand firm in the fact that they’re a god, they’ll apply the knowledge for two days and then comeback and complain.

I think you need to assume that the void is easy, it’s inside of you and natural to you, no matter how much you may doubt yourself, it is natural to you. Stand firm and do not waver on this fact. Treat doubts like intrusive thoughts that don’t deserve your time of day. i’ll repeat what i said to someone who i was also answering but if you’re in class, you may get an intrusive thought like “what if i took off my shoe and threw it at my teacher” but you won’t act on it, you won’t give it much attention and in a few seconds you would have probably moved on to another thought. Treat your doubts like that, like intrusive thoughts that aren’t natural to you, because failure and doubts aren’t natural, being a god and a void master is.

Stand firm NO MATTER WHAT YOU SEE: “i’ve been trying for three weeks and nothing happened”

“I AM the void”

“the void is natural to me”

“i have entered so many times it’s sooo easy”

when you are a god, there is no such thing as failure. ever. your reality will reflect what you truly believe, not what everyone is telling you to believe but what you genuinely believe. no. matter. what. you can’t fail the void, but what people do is they fail to decide that they are going to enter/tap in to the void, they will affirm for a day and complain when “nothing happens” and come back to tumblr only to repeat the cycle and before they know it so much time has passed. You need to decide and stand firm in the fact that this is who you are now: a god that can access their void in minutes, that does it all the time. There is no trying there is only being, and until people stop “trying” and instead be the person that always enters, they won’t get far in this journey.

But i just wanted to say, don’t be discouraged about “wasted time”, think of it as time that you have used to grow and store more information about the void and loa in your head. relax because the void is in you, it’s not running away from you and time doesn’t matter -you’re gonna be okay💞

[rarecarebears]

“Ew! Gross!”

Buck pulls back from Chris’ embrace with a mock glare on his brow.

“I just showered—”

But Chis has already spun around to face him.

“Dad, if you and Buck are going to keep being the worst secret-keepers ever, the least you can do is not give him hickies where the whole entire world can see!”

Eddie can’t stop his jaw from dropping as Chris brushes past him and back out the door, slamming it shut behind him leaving Eddie in a cloud of dust.

He sputters uselessly and turns to face Buck who looks indignant.

“Who the hell taught him about hickies?! Is he old enough to know about that stuff?”

“Buck—” Eddie tries weakly.

Buck runs out into the living room suddenly, leaving Eddie to croak after him. He rounds the corner to find Buck furiously typing away on his phone.

“Hang on, I’m texting the group chat.”

Eddie stumbles over in a trance to peak at Buck’s screen.

UM GUSYS HANG ON CHRIS KNWOS ABT ME AND EDDDUES GUSYS HELSP!!!!!

Eddie backs away to lean against the couch while taking deep steadying breaths. This was supposed to be a nice morning.

Buck makes a noise of disgust and glares down at his phone.

“Hen just sent three eye-rolling emojis… Bobby sent L-O-L? What the fu—”

Eddie thinks his ears are actually ringing… no wait that’s just Buck’s phone.

“Hang on, Chim’s calling! Uh, h-hello? Y-yeah, Chim. I’m with him now. Uh, okay, sure thing, hang on.”

Buck switches to speaker phone with concentration written all over his face.

“Go ahead, Chim.”

Except Chim doesn’t say anything. He just starts laughing. He’s laughing. He’s laughing at them like a hyena. Jesus, he must have the phone right up to his mouth���

Buck clicks on him mid-cackle.

“Unbelievable,” he grumbles under his breath.

He stalks away back towards the bedroom all while yelling.

“I swear to god, if he’s the reason Christopher knows about hickies, I’m going to strangle him!”

Eddie would agree except he’s too busy realizing that he and Buck truly are the worst secret-keepers to ever live. Buck’s wearing his LAFD shirt, and the only reason he knows it’s his is because it fits him too snugly around the arms. He wouldn’t be able to tell otherwise because it’s backwards. Meaning the DIAZ is proudly emblazoned across Buck’s chest.

“Oh, godammit!”

And Buck definitely just caught himself in the mirror.

Worst secret-keepers ever.

[s0ftl3]

Yesss I can just imagine schlatt being restrained, your head in his lap while teds between your thighs overstimming you until your crying, (which is one of schlatts favourite things to do to you), making direct eye contact with him. just saying things like "see she was so good t'night, you couldn't've been where I am if you weren't such a bratty fuck." And like look at you while your barely even there and say "think he deserves to cum baby?" And you can't form sentences so ted just goes "awh. No answer? You don't think he should?"

(this was kind of a rant so I'm sorry if this makes no sense) -✨

OKAY NOW YOURE FLUSTERING ME CAUSE LIKE?????

idk abt you but I’m big into impact play and part of me (projecting at its finest) that thinks schlatt is to.

Imagine schlatt just will not stop being a fucking brat it’s doesn’t even have to be towards you. They’re filming the pod during chuckle week and schlatt changes their usual set up where the guest sits in the middle so he can sit next to ted.

And much to teds pleasure dismay Schlatt’s got his hand grabbing his dick through his pants. And much to schlatts disappointment Ted’s not reacting sheerly out of spite. When they’re done filing however, Ted’s got him pulled into the nearest bathroom or private area asking what the fuck he was thinking.

“God you’re such a fucking slut, you need cock that fucking badly?” And schlatt can’t speak he was already hard the moment Ted grabbed him by the arm and dragged him away. When he doesn’t answer Ted slaps him, not quite hard enough to truly hurt schlatt especially because it’s not something the two of them have fully talked about, but it’s something Schlatt’s seen him do to you. And to say schlatt likes it is an understatement because he moans soooo loud.

“You would fucking like that, huh” Ted can’t help but smirk ideas flooding his head for later, for now he needs to get Schlatt’s current attitude problem under control. “On your knees you want my cock so bad you’re gonna get it.”

And Ted doesn’t hold back at all he fucks Schlatt’s throat snapping a picture to send it to you. Which results in a FaceTime call from you wanting to see your pretty boy get his face fucked. It embarasses schlatt at first but he can’t really complain because at the end of the day he’s getting g exactly what he wants.

(Whoops didn’t mean to write so much but erm yeah there you go nonnie)

[hystericstar]

here’s some Prince Sidon nsfw headcannons cause I can’t stop thinking abt the fish man 😭😩😩😩 also not really proof read cause I’m tired

! MDNI !

Size kink go brrr

He didn’t even realize how truly big he was until he was slowly squeezing into your tiny little cunt

it took EVERYTHING in him to not go absolutely feral on you after seeing that cute little bulge in your tummy

He will never stop loving how small you are in comparison to him

will hold your hand just so he can admire how his hand completely engulfs yours

110% the type to overtim you till you cry

and he’ll be so gentle about it too

”like this, my pearl?”

Sidon is so curious and eager to learn what makes you feel good, so he experiments in the bedroom every chance he gets

“Hylians, So small and fragile.”

def asks you to tell him what to do

as the Prince, he’s the one usually giving commands so to have his sweetheart order him around Is exhilarating

I have this Image In my mind that I’m totally not writing a story for-

But sometimes when you’re in his office keeping him company while he does paperwork, he gets a little bored here and there…

so his solution?

sitting you down on his lap, with his fingers buried deep within your gummy walls, and palm pressed firmly against your clit as you use his hand to pleasure yourself.

your whines in his ear are the perfect motivation to hurry up

I like to think that when the Zoras get horny, their senses heighten

Like for example, smell sight sound etc

except Sidons royal blooded, which means he feels the same effects but 2x as strong

so mating season is never boring

The man is a GOD of self restraint because if he wasn’t, you would never be able to walk

He’s usually already on you for hours but just say the word and he’ll gladly show you the full extent of his stamina

~《☆♡•°•°♡☆》~

I realized halfway through typing this that he’s a king now but oh well I’m to lazy to fix it 💀

if any Sidon lovers like me see this pls pls pls interact I’m begging 😭😭 I NEED someone who will go feral with me!!!

anyways gn everyone!!!

[grecoromanyaoi]

ok decided to post this publicly. the current name is 'when in rome' but im not sure i like it. it will ideally b a sitcom/comedy but unfortunately i keep putting in terrible and horrendous things into the plot that make it kinda hard to b a strictly comedy. like theyre a rich family in 1st century bc rome (60 bc to b exact). theyre imperialists. they have slaves. im trying to b as respectful as i can + trying to b comical so more under the cut. the characters r v basic for now.

so basically its abt the avianii, a rich patrician family. the parents are lucius avianus honorinus (sr) and cantilia. they have 5 children- lucius (jr), tiberius, aviana the elder, gaius and aviana the younger.

Lucius Avianus Honorinus (jr) is one of the main characters. he is kind of a loser.  He hates doing what he’s told. He hates not fitting in, but he also hates everything fitting in requires, because it's just not him. He’s neurotic, obsessed with getting positive reassurance. He can’t find it in society or his family, so he looks for it in sexual partners. He wants to be loved, to be desired, to be appreciated in any way. He’s desperate for it. Wants to please his parents and society but knows he never truly will. He wants to be a poet. His poetry is not great. hes got a working class greek immigrant bf and theyre being weird and gay abt it. he doesnt identify as nonbinary bc that label or idea didnt rly exist yet, but if he were alive today hed probably identify as nonbinary.

Lysandros (said bf) is realistic, sometimes borderline pessimistic. Grounded in reality. He’s sarcastic (deadpan snarker). He’s hilarious. He is a stonemason? smith? goldsmith? baker? builder? He’s good at his job, whatever it is. His wife, Laodike, and mother are back in Boeotia, and he sends them money. He doesn’t particularly like his wife, and she doesn’t like him either. They have a kid, Aristokles, who Lysandros figures isn’t his.

Aviana (the elder) is also a main character. she is a bit odd. Kind of a goofball. She says whatever she thinks all the time, never once stopping to think whether it’s appropriate or what the consequences will be. An autism diagnosis will do her a great good. She’s far from stupid, but people often think she is because they don’t understand the way she thinks. Often oblivious to situations around her, but sometimes understands/figures out more than she lets on. she dreams of a great love, but gets married to a man who turns out to b rly shitty and abusive, so she cheats on him w Adiantunnos, her gaulish (gaelic? idk. from gaul) bf who actually respects her (who is the only good parisian perhaps to this day).

Tiberius Avianus Honorinus is way too into the military and makes it his entire personality bona dea Tiberius shut uppppp nobody wants to hear abt ur siege in germania for the umpteenth time. He definitely takes after his father (i need to continue this im lazy)

Gaius Avianus Honorinus doesn’t talk at all. He is a high support autistic, and very likely has some sort of an intellectual disability as well. He likes listening to music, but only to very specific music. He only likes women’s singing, not men’s singing. his siblings (aside from Tiberius) love him very much, but Diotima (enslaved character) is the only one who understands him and knows how to care for him.

Aviana (the younger) is like 9 so i havent really thought about her yet.

Cantilia is a bit of a bully. She wants all her children to present as perfect, and for them to look like the perfect family. The fact that she rarely cares about her children’s feelings, wants or needs, and even Gaius’ mere existence makes it impossible for her to present them as the perfect family. Often jealous and especially mean to young women in her husband’s vicinity, especially to Boudilatis (enslaved character), because he pays them more attention than he does her.

Lucius Avianus Honorinus (father) is high key a terrible person. He definitely has autism but he displays it in ways that pass it off as his “man traits”, for example how he talks about politics and the military almost nonstop. He doesn’t understand his wife nor his children and doesn’t care to. Can be very cruel to his wife and children, and even worse to the slaves. He wants his children to be perfect, and for his sons, when he says ‘perfect’ he means ‘just like him’. He is only proud of Tiberius because he follows in his footsteps and succeeds at a military career. He is very disappointed in Lucius, but claims that “at least he’s not Gaius”. Highly misogynistic and homophobic, and quite a womanizer.

im trying to avoid anything controversial n racist so im keeping all the enslaved characters "white" (not how they saw race but whatever), mostly greek and gaulish, which were v common. Diotima will probably b a main character. she is the oldest one, and practically raised the children. she doesnt give a fuck anymore. she literally says to lucius one time 'theres nothing ur parents can do to me that they havent already done' (after he said they would get mad at her). her father was a prominent scholar in Greece, and he named her after a character in plato's symposium. he and his family were enslaved after he tried to lead a rebellion against the romans. she is extremely intelligent and has a vast range of knowledge about philosophy, literature, history, etc. its just that nobody knows this bc they didnt care to ask.

[barkilphedros-hat]

Saw. A post abt wanting hatchetfeild ask?

Fav character to read angst only fics about?(I personally love depressing grace fics)

Yes!!! Thank you 🤩

I personally love to bully Paul so I love a good angst fic about his suffering.

Give me hopeless Paul still aware and trapped inside his own infested mind. Give me defeated Paul so used to minimising his own desires he can’t even comprehend what he wants, let alone articulate it. Give me helpless Paul that has “a touch of the Gift” like Hannah and Lex, but not enough to save anyone. Give me tired Paul who is forever in a cycle of almost, maybe, with the love of his life. Give me brave Paul who lost everyone he cared about in a single DAY and still found the strength to try and stop Pokey/The Hive despite knowing he would probably fail.

I constantly think about how him being no more than a background character in the rest of the lore means that the people he sacrificed himself for in the TGWDLM timeline will never know how heroic he truly could be when it came down to it… 😭😭

(Happy endings are fun and all, but there’s so many opportunities for Paul angst 👀)

[prince-liest]

oh my god…. prince……. you can’t do this to me. you’re saying next fic has vox getting fucked, focuses on vox’s transness (AH), AND ALSO HES ON THE OFF SEE SAW OF HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH VAL?????? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL MEE?!!?!!????? I THINK I MIGHT ACTUALLY COMBUST. and bc another anon asked abt how alastor views the violence in voxval’s relationship, i have Another thought on the matter. as much as alastor looks down on vox, they can be Very similar sometimes. they are both egomaniacs and very prideful. i don’t think vox, without outside interference, would ever ADMIT that the violence he faces is 1) something he truly hates AND 2) out of his control. he can’t admit he hates it, because then why isn’t he stopping it? that would be admitting to not being powerful enough or strong enough. and hello, 50’s toxic masculinity coming through, he CANT be a victim of domestic violence. he’s a powerful, rich, and important man. it all comes down to perceived weakness. so, the solution is to pretend he’s mostly fine with it. sure, he can act disgruntled and upset in the moment, but i don’t think he’d ever let himself take it seriously. because then he has to start drawing lines in the sand, and what happens then? will val look down on him? will he lose val? yeah, he is not risking that over a problem he mostly refuses to acknowledge exists. and as you said, this is all happening in the setting of hell, where ultra violence IS the norm, and vox himself is excessively violent. it’s the most delicious 50 layer cake of fucked up-ness.

RANT ASIDE THO. i have a question. 2. do you ever plan on having vox interact with the hotel crew outside of angel? ANDDDD what would charlie’s reaction be to their friendship/situationship/ kinda love affair. i think she could add SOOOOO much hilarity and Intense Emotions to this series. not that the boys haven’t been doing their part in that so far. charlie just intensifies everything she does, god bless her. -🌓

The "getting fucked" bit and the trans conversation bit are directly related to and relevant to each other, and frankly I'm just very happy to be out here writing the specific flavors of deeply queer shenanigans that I'm writing, and to have people actively enjoy that. It genuinely means a lot to me that I've strayed so goddamn far out of the bounds of good old top/bottom yaoi archetypes that introduced me to fandom and yet have a wildly enthusiastic audience nonetheless. So, that was my long way of saying that you bring me a lot of fucking joy, anon, hahaha.

As for everything you're saying about Vox, power, and masculinity: YOU! points dramatically at you YOU GET IT! YOU GET IT!!!!!! Everyone just read this, this is it, this is the thing. I have no notes to add. There is a reason that the main point he raises the moment he actually says something vulnerable about it (before he immediately cuts himself off) is a complaint that he's an overlord, so why—?

And with regards to your questions: I'm not gonna lie, my actual planning for 666 is usually, like, extremely by the seat of my pants. I plan nothing except, "Oh, shit, had an idea for the next one. Lesgoooo—" and that's been the case for literally every single installment. It's all just been evolving naturally and building on top of itself. So! I can't say that I plan to have Vox interact with the hotel crew or Charlie, but I also will never say that I'm actively opposed to it.

That said, I do think a lot of this fic is kinda structured around hitting specific topics that come up in intimate settings between Vox and Alastor specifically, with occasional tag-ins from Angel Dust, so I don't really know if there's anything in particular I'd like to write that I think would work better in this series if more characters got involved. But, hey! Never say never!