#why choose between them when you can have both

[ctwinsduo]

woe cwilbur be upon ye. as promised here are my designs for every cwil era/stage/what have you + my reasons behind each design. design breakdown will be under the read more :>

as a disclaimer going forward: these designs are heavily informed by my own headcanons (namely the nature spirit headcanon, which i will only briefly explain here- if you want more of a background on that here's where I first shared the hc and explained it a bit) i'll be honest idk how much of these hcs/analysis abides by canon? so if you prefer to closely abide by canon this may not be for you. having said that, let's get into this. So one question that may initially come to mind when looking over this is "Why a nature spirit?" which is a reasonable question all things considered. I've already gone over the Watsonian explanation in the past, so instead I'll cover the Doylist take- which is more interesting as it pertains to these designs. Wilbur, as I see her, is a character that has many faces- she warps and changes to embody the view of herself she sees as necessary for the situation, whether that be the revolutionary or the villain. Simultaneously he has this core that's deeply eccentric and often difficult for the characters around him to grasp- this can come in the form of benign weirdness to the struggles with mental illness we see him go through throughout his various arcs. There's this push and pull between the person they want to portray and who they are fundamentally that's always at play.

Them being a nature spirit embodies this to an extreme. As a nature spirit their physical form is informed by their self perception (the one that's warped by the role they feel they need to take) and their own mental state, both aspects of the character that are foundational.

Another question that may arise upon reading all of this is "Why not just make him a shapeshifter?" which is also a valid question. Truthfully this one is rooted heavily in my own ideas of the character, so you'll have to take that with a grain of salt. I am, unfortunately, prone to making shit up /lh With that in mind however, the reason I choose nature spirit over shapeshifter is that, the way I interpret it, it's much more... animalistic? Let me explain: the way I tend to see shapeshifters portrayed is either a. having a base form that's relatively humanoid and then multiple other forms or b. having no base form but still presenting as generally humanoid. As a nature spirit Wilbur has a natural (ba-dum-tsss) tie to well... nature, and all that lives within it.

She's this manifestation of the wilderness whose form isn't even naturally human, yet she shapes herself into something presenting as such. As a nature spirit Wilbur occupies this weird nebulous space between human and beast, never fully embodying either. I find this incredibly interesting for a character that wants to feel and to be treated as human so badly, one that also clearly resents being seen as monstrous (despite leaning into that perception of themselves)

TLDR; Wilbur's 50 contradictions in a trenchcoat (literally) and being a nature spirit gives these contradictions/masks/ect. a physical manfiestation Now that we're 500+ words of analysis in, let me breakdown each individual stage :3 /lh

Pre-SMP + L'manburg

The most "human" Wilbur ever gets here- technically these two are different designs/eras but they have similar design notes so I'm lumping them together here

During this stage of his life Wilbur has a fairly good handle on his shapeshifting and is consciously choosing to look more human

Small details like the fangs, pointed ears, claws, and pupils allude to an inhuman nature. I like to think there's something uncanny valley about them- they look human but the longer you look at them the more small discrepancies you notice

Both look relatively generic appearance wise, if you can't tell this was Wilbur's "I am a Normal Human Man era" but with slightly more gender /lh

Decided to stick Wilbur in a different outfit Pre-SMP than the actual skin most people reference, mostly because I thought it'd be fun. The trenchcoat follows her throughout her development

Lots of goofy ass patches and pins on the coat

I personally hc that Wilbur always has some sort of oversized clothes on because it's a bit like a security blanket for him, very grounding and all that- anyways that's what the trenchcoat is here

Limited notes on L'manburg era- main thing is the glasses; they got cracked in conflict and they just never bothered to fix em

Pogtopia

As a result of stress (and personal perception) Wilbur lost control over his shifting entirely

Wilbur views their nature as inherently monstrous, thus when they think of themselves as monstrous or evil they lose most of their human appearance

Much taller in this form than usual, this reflects both how she feels she's perceived and how she perceives herself (monstrous, scary, inhuman, ect. ect.)

Their height also serves to emphasis the claustrophobic nature of the ravine and especially the button room

Eye color changes from brown to red, yet again another thing which reflects his self loathing

Coat is the same one worn pre-smp, just with some adjustments

Pins & patches removed from the jacket (my friend suggested it saying that he "ripped them out because they were too happy" and I find that mental image particularly silly so it stays)

Covered in stains, partially because the ravine is just. awful. and partially because this thing is not taking care of herself even a little bit

Lenses are even more cracked than they were during the revolution

Ghostbur

This section has a lot less points then the others on account of Ghostbur being fairly self explanatory, but shhhhhh

Reverted to "base form" post death, form is extremely fluid as a ghost- she tends to shift depending on the topic of conversation or the person she's speaking with (Explain being: whenever she talks about "alivebur" she becomes more human)

Less of a note and more rambling: fox ghostbur is especially fun to me given the hatred Wilbur has for Ghostbur. Ghostbur physically reflecting the parts of Wilbur that they hate the most in themselves

For Wilbur their base form- just a normal widdle fox- represents vulnerability. It is quite literally a small, fuzzy animal with little means to defend itself and it is also the culmination of everything Wilbur is running from. Ghostbur embraces this form fully yet is seen as more palatable by the people around her than Wilbur ever was

Constantly leaking a jammy, blue substance from his eyes and the cut in his chest, yucky

Especially long sections of "fur" like their tail and the back of their neck are constantly "dripping" little wisps like rain

Post-Revival

Post-revival his shifting is still fucked up (thank the mental illness for that) but he's got a slightly better handle on it, enough to look semi-human

Eyes have reverted back to brown but their lenses are tinted red anyways (often looks red)

The coat makes a comeback, edges are all fucked up from the explosion

That funky little overcoat/cloak/ect. got yoinked by Niki

Disheveled appearance meant to reflect her rancid ass mental state- namely the hair and the facial hair. Hair is grown out because she can't be bothered to cut it (you bet that shit is full of knots)

Nasty awful smeared eyeshadow as a treat <3 (I just think he deserves to be a little cunty yk?)

Got a little tired near the end here which is why the points got a bit sloppy, maybe I'll add more at a later date who knows. If you made it this far I hope you at least enjoyed reading all of this :>

[revelboo]

I have been loving all your writing, binging every night I ain't got work. Still enjoying the chapters of TFA Op, such a lad. Love the blog so much I gotta come out of my hiding to yell about how much joy this blog brings, hell even sometimes sneak in a read AT work I just can't wait. Also had to yell cause I got a new addiction cause of you, look at this LMAO Now Blue has a special spot in my heart by Scorponok

Ignore the quality my phone is a nice potato and I live in the dark. TIME TO GET 2 MORE :D 21 bucks ain't bad

Bluestreak! The little guys are addictive and I’m glad you enjoy my nonsense!

Ah… the doom music kicked in as soon as I tried to swap out one of Meg’s hands… I absolutely remember why the only RED figure I had was G1 Soundwave now..

Alcohol Eyes Pt 9

Rumble x Reader, Frenzy x Reader

• Hearing a drawer rattle behind you as Frenzy grumbles in his own language, you drink your coffee. Even not understanding his language, you’re almost positive he’s still complaining about the tiny sip of your coffee he’d tried. And immediately spit back out, carrying on like you’d poisoned him until Rumble had punched him in the arm. They’re too cute and all yours. After the shower, you’d put on a warm silk robe in the hopes of getting them to behave long enough to let you eat some breakfast. “So are you guys space invaders or do you come in peace?”

• “Depends,” Frenzy mutters, smiling wickedly when you look his way over the top of your cup of nasty, dirt water. “Your name Peace?” Pleased when you snort and start coughing and laughing, waving a little hand. Can’t really believe they’re doing this. Taking you home with them. You’re placing your trust in them and that’s sobering, because he’s never actually been responsible for anyone else. Or at all. Choosing impulse, mischief, and fun every time. He’s not even sure he can take care of someone else. But Rumble, he’s the responsible one. Well, slightly more responsible anyway.

• Watching you hide a smile behind your cup, there’s a whisper of concern twisting through the warmth inside Rumble. Because he’s not sure how Soundwave is going to react to this. The boss is always fussing over Starscream’s little human and all of the other cassettes are almost positive Soundwave’s a bit too attached. But his cassettes taking a human for a mate? Asking the boss to come fetch the three of them so they can get your stuff to the Nemesis? That’s going to be awkward, isn’t it. “Maybe we should ask Thundercracker for a lift home?” He asks Frenzy, smiling thinly at you when you glance at him. That Seeker isn’t as big a jerk as the others. And they haven’t pissed him off recently.

• What’s that look? Glancing between the brothers as they share a look and Frenzy slowly nods. “No one has a clue where you are or what you’ve been doing, huh?” And when they both frown, you know you’re right. “Your alien boss going to be okay with me, babe?” Because they both look very uncomfortable. “Cause I’m not into the scalpels and needles kind of experimentation.” Want that very clear, because you enjoy this between you three, but know absolutely nothing about them really.

• “No one’s touching you but us,” Frenzy growls, tensing at your words. But, as small as you are, they’re not a lot bigger. Much smaller than the rest of the Decepticons. They’ve just always had Soundwave to back them up if they got into too much trouble, but can they depend on him to protect you, too? Looking over at Rumble, he watches his brother’s jaw clench. Seeing his own determination in Rumble’s expression. You’re theirs. And Primus help anyone that messes with you. Hooking his arm around you, he tucks you against his side and rests his head on top of yours when you lean into him.

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[elainsgirl]

if we ignore all the ways the text itself makes it clear elain’s book (with az) is next and just look at the marketing/publicity side, i still don’t see how people can deny that elriel is next:

- the coloring book including the TT scene

- the illustrated dust jackets with nessian and elriel for acofas

- the countless magazine articles saying they believe elriel is next (time, E! news, etc)

- the decision to make the azriel bonus chapter exclusive to BAM but the feysand one to B&N, which has a much larger audience of readers and then reprint the feysand one in the special editions

- interviews where sjm said she’s already started writing elain’s book and had “dreams of ivy choking her” (if we go with their assumption that elain is book 7 and gwynriel is book 6 except you don’t start writing book 7 before book 6 so why would she have been writing elain’s back in 2018ish?)

this is all just off the top of my head so there could be more. and that’s just without analyzing the text, which in itself practically screams elriel!!! i’ve talked with 2 of my friends who are casual readers and none of them even know that gwynriel existed as a possibility bc of how outlandish it was. and if that is how casual readers in 2025 are STILL reacting to gwynriel, there is absolutely no way she would spring a ship that doesn’t exists in canon on her readers! at least mor and emerie was hinted at in acosf so if they get a book together, it at least makes sense bc it was explained on the page in the actual books. i just don’t understand how people can deny both the text and marketing decisions at this point

The second Sjm stopped mentioning Elucien in her videos and became “hush” “hush” about Elains Li - it was ringing bells that elucien is no longer endgame. But you’re completely right, lets *solely* talk about the marketing aspect of this. Buckle in, this is long.

*Before we begin, Let’s make it clear by Acowar/Acofas - Sjm definitely knew what was happening in acotar 4 = acosf and Acotar 5, she herself said both those books lay crumbs and foreshadowing for the future.

The colouring book that did quite well & rated highly on goodreads. It contains all the significant moments @elrielsgarden recently did a post talking about it but lets focus on the elucien/elriel scenes we get.

There is no elucien scene within the coloring book. The closest is this, the scene where Elain is standing next to Lucien. Where his focus is on Nesta and Elains focus elsewhere.

Then Mass chooses to include a scene between elriel: When you look at this scene, what do you remember?

This passage:

as much as antis say this scene is insignificant and means nothing - Sjm, the author herself clearly found it to be important enough to be included within the coloring book.

So, Here Mass included the iconic truthteller scene yet if elucien is endgame - why did she not include a single significant scene between them? Why elriel? It could have been Lucien giving Elain his cloak in acomaf? It could have been a picture of them sitting together when they first talked. Anything YET eluciens get nothing, so what exactly is the point? What marketing technique is this? Why did she want to include an elriel scene but not Elucien.

Moving onto the dust jackets:

Like, come on. You cannot tell me this wasn’t done on purpose, Mass knew what she was doing - so again, if elucien was endgame, why isn’t he apart of this? Why isnt he next to Elain?

You close the book, Nessian land on each other. Elriel land om each other. If Nessian is endgame and this was for a romantic hint/purpose. well. Following that logic - the same reason applies for elriel, another hint at Elains final endgame.

Keeping all of this in mind so far - Let’s look at some interviews from Sjm:

Let’s combine all of these to get a general gist of the spinoffs:

3 spinoffs = 3 novels. It was in acowar where Sjm started writing a story and realised she wanted to explore new characters- There’s a few characters I say Acowar diverts too that are “new”: Vassa, Helion/LoA, Miryam. She also says she planned and researched for Elains book. But the two most important things to me are 1) She knew Nessian were next AND what she wanted for the second novel. The third novel she left the door open for, logically; If the next book is elucien, Mass would have already known who Az ended with therefore knew what the last book would be about, Gwynriel. Vice versa. If Gwynriel is next- she definitely would have known elucien would be acotar 6 YET only 2/3 spinoffs were planned. Then - you may ask who or what the last book could be about? Prequel. Especially with the way HOFAS went, Sjm seems ready to dive into the lore of and history of pre-acotar.

So if Gwynriel was endgame, Gwyn being so important to the plot as Gwynriels claim: She would have been introduced in acowar or even acofas. The books that set up the spinoffs, is she brought in within those books? No. Even by going off on what Sjm has confirmed about the spinoffs, it already logically disproves both elucien and gwynriel.

onto the articles:

E! and Time are good sources that are held highly and people believe. They have an honest reputation for being informed and real as far as news articles can go. Both these articles talk about which couple? Elriel. Here’s the thing: For Gwynriel to work, it has to be next as (Azriels bonus = his pov next) so shouldn’t these articles be talking about him? Yet its Az AND Elain. No Gwyn. They don’t even focus on elucien.

To have these major sources talk about elriel…when the next book is going to be gwynriel is just complicating and confusing for casual readers which are majority of the fandom. Mass nor BB would want that, would they? And this bothers antis as some even lied that these articles mentioned their ships as well (conveniently no proof was given to go w the claim)

Nail on the coffin is the fact Feysands bonus will be reprinted and included in the new editions, the bonus that talks and has a slight focus on Elain. If one was to *only* have read Feysands bonus, be honest. Would you have come to the conclusion that Gwynriel’s book is next?

No and that itself puts an end to Gwynriel. The ship has slowly been sinking this year and this was the final proof- it was never happening. And if you don’t have Gwynriel -> no way for Elucien to happen.

And you’re right, aside from casual readers not clicking onto Gwynriel being next - for ACOTAR specifically, Mass has set up each couple before their book in the same way. They each have had some foundation, attraction, romance, actual tangible connections to the plot BEFORE their books. A gwynriel book will be a messy, retconneed book which is a lot of effort to create AND make sense with the previous series and I just don’t see Mass doing that. If Gwynriel was to happen, there would have been no need for elriel. These books focus on ONE couple. Elucien had angst without elriel. Gwynriel could have been set up to have angst without elriel, so why even create elriel in the first place? As a “red herring” ? But then why would any author go through so much trouble in positivity developing elriel and their plot for 3 consecutive books if they weren’t happening?

When you try to follow Gwynriel/Elucien logic there is a lot of confusion.

I feel like I got off track somewhere - my bad. Point is - by marketing alone and adding all that has happened in regards to the ships it had always pointed towards elriel. Elains book, Az as her Li. At MOST - there’s a speculation on a love triangle between Az, Elain and Lucien - even then who is the focus? Elain. Not Gwynriel.

I think 2024 was the year of elriels’ soft launch. BB and Mass prepping the fandom for an announcement and 2025 will be elriels year. Where everything will come together in a nice neat little bow. 🎀

[darkwitchoferie]

Train Ride - Chapter 3, Felix

A/N: Just a quick thing – the picker wheel thing, that is legitimately how I decided the order in the original oneshot, after I.N and with the exception of Seungmin, and of course the end being all of them.

Cw/tw for this chapter: unprotected vaginal and anal sex, oral (m & f receiving), member x member sex, subby Felix (sorta), threesome, vaginal fingering, nipple play, reader’s called a slut a couple times, but is totally into it, cum sharing

wc: 3172

Chapter One Two Four Five

It's two days later and you still hadn’t decided who should be next. You told Chan it almost felt like trying to pick favorites and you just can’t do that. Jeongin, who’d slipped into Chan’s bed behind you for an early morning quickie, chuckled, tightening his arm around your waist. They both reminded you that they would be leaving for a pair of shows over the coming weekend, so you’d better decide soon or you’d have to wait until they came back.

Because you just can’t decide who should be next, Chan ends up suggesting one of those picker wheels you can find online. At first, you’d laughed and thought it was a silly way to decide which of your boyfriend’s friends you were going to seduce next. Then Jeongin pointed out that it was probably the fairest way since it was completely random. The first spin landed on Felix.

Hours later, giggling to yourself at the prospect of the night’s activities, you pulled out your planned outfit about an hour before Chan was due at your apartment. You’d told him it didn’t really matter what pretext he used to invite Felix over for dinner, but you both knew he’d have to say something about why it was just him and not more or all of the members that were coming over. The skirt you were wearing was one you’d never had the courage to wear outside of your apartment, being that it just barely covered your ass while you were standing, let alone if you tried to sit in it. But Chan loved the way it fit you. Said he loved the easy access, particularly because you never wore panties with it. The shirt was a plain, blue button up that you left untucked and with the top few buttons undone on, exposing a fair amount of cleavage. Otherwise, you did nothing unusual or different with your hair or makeup, choosing to do both as if it were a totally normal day and you were just planning to have dinner with your boyfriend and one of his best friends.

Thanks to constant texts with Chan you timed dinner perfectly, shutting the heat off under the kimchi stew just as he swung open the door. “Hey babe! I brought Felix for dinner.”

“Hi boys,” you grinned at them as the pair of them joined you in your eat-in kitchen. “Great timing, I just finished.” Your grin widened as you watched Felix nearly swallow his tongue when he took in your outfit.

“Smells great, Y/nnie,” Felix shook himself, hoping neither of you noticed the way his eyes had been glued to your cleavage. Of course you noticed, that being the whole point of the shirt you’re wearing.

Chan came up to you, wrapping his arms around you for a quick kiss and to squeeze your ass. You chuckled as he released you, then turned to dish up the stew. Sitting at your kitchen table, the three of you made conversation as if it were any other day. You asked about their days, they listened to you complain about business calls you’d had to make to absolute idiots. No one mentioned your outfit or how Felix’s gaze flickered between the high hem of your skirt and exposed cleavage, then checked both your faces to be sure you didn’t notice.

You did your best not to squirm too much in your seat, already turned on from the upcoming possibilities and knowing there’d be a wet spot on the chair upholstery. Not that you cared.

You were clearing the table, still sharing stories about your day, when you ‘dropped’ a spoon as you reached the sink.

“Here, I got it,” Chan stood and took a couple steps toward you.

 “It’s fine, babe,” you waved him off as you bent over, flashing both of them your bare ass and pussy as you did so.

“Naughty girl,” Chan commented, landing a quick smack to your bare lips. You gasped, rocking forward a little and grabbing onto the sink edge to help balance yourself. He nudged one of your feet, forcing your legs apart just enough so that they had a better view. He ran a finger down your folds, pressing briefly against your clit and causing you to moan. “Little slut, not wearing any panties when we have company.” He pushed two fingers into you. “Already so wet, aren’t you? No one’s even touched you.” He thrust his fingers in and out of you roughly enough that you had to twist your upper body to get a better grip on the counter top. “Such a pretty little slut, wearing such a short skirt with no panties just to tease us.”

Behind you, still at the kitchen table, Felix was riveted to the display in front of him. You couldn’t see him, but you could hear his breathy pants as Chan kept going. Chan, on the other hand, had a perfect view of Felix. He could see the way his eyes had dilated, the flush high on his cheeks, his mouth hanging slightly open to let out those breathy sounds, and the bulge steadily growing in his pants.

Chan kept to the side so Felix still had a clear view, but twisted his hand so he was able to curl his fingers and reach that spongy part of your walls that had you moaning and clenching around his fingers. “Ah, baby girl’s getting close, aren’t you?” He commented when he felt your walls start to flutter around his fingers.

“Yes. Please Channie.”

“I dunno. What do you think, Felix? Does she deserve to cum?”

“Yes. Yes, please.” By Felix’s voice, you’d think he’d been the one being touched, not just watching.

“Alright,” Chan pulled his fingers out of you, causing both you and Felix to whine. He pulled you to stand upright and very quickly stripped you of your tiny skirt, shirt, and bra. “If you think she deserves to get off,” he lifted you up and set you on the table in front of Felix, “you get her off.”

Felix looked between the two of you, gauging the situation. But when you reached out and threaded your fingers in his long black hair, he snapped. He dove face first into your cunt, licking and sucking at you like he was starving and your cunt was the only thing that could keep him alive. You dropped back onto the table as Felix shifted so your legs were draped over his shoulders and his arms were wrapped around your thighs.

Chan sat back down where he’d been, across from Felix and therefore now right by your head. He smiled down at you, stroking your hair and pressing soft kisses to your lips, cheeks, and neck, but letting Felix do all of the work to make you cum.

Having already been so close, it didn’t take long for Felix to have you coming undone on his tongue. Tightening your grip on his hair, you pushed him into you as you arched up and clamped your thighs around his head, moaning out a mix of his and Chan’s names.

But he didn’t stop, hell, he didn’t even slow down. You didn’t even have a chance to truly come down from your orgasm as Felix kept licking at and tongue fucking you, building you up to another one. He did leave off your clit, for a little while, when you whined from the overstimulation, but otherwise, he kept his mouth and tongue on your pussy. You looked down at him and saw him staring up at you looking – somehow – more fucked out than you.

Chan moved from his chair to yours at the table. Almost like he couldn’t help himself, he reached out and started running his fingers through Felix’s hair and, if you had to guess by the motions, gently squeezing the nape of his neck. When he did, Felix whined again, a high pitched sound that vibrated against your lips and caused you to moan in response. Chan smiled at both your reactions, then leaned down and swiped his tongue over your nipple. You gasped, tightening your hold on Felix’s hair that had just started to loosen.

Chan’s tongue circled around your nipple, causing it to pebble. Meanwhile Felix seemed to have decided to copy him, as he circled his tongue around your clit, then sucked it into his mouth when Chan did the same to your nipple. Chan reached across your chest, gently tugging and rolling your other nipple between his two fingers.

Between the two of them, your second orgasm was building quickly. You were a writhing mess on the table, knuckles turning white with how hard you were gripping the edge of the table, near constant moans slipping through your lips. But it was when Felix pushed two fingers into you and crooked them, rubbing in a ‘come here’ motion, that you arched up, the coil in your belly finally snapping again.

Felix didn’t want to let up as he let you ride out your orgasm on his fingers and tongue then didn’t pull back even when you started to whine from the overstimulation. Chan tugged at Felix’s hair, forcing him to move away from your pussy with a whine. “I know, she tastes good enough to suffocate yourself in her,” he gently stroked his thumb along the side of Felix’s face when he rested his head on your thigh, both of you breathing heavily. “Do you want to fuck her, Lix?”

Felix, eyes glassy and the lower half of his face soaked in your arousal and cum, responded with a breathy, “Both.”

“Hm?”

“Both. Wanna – God – wanna fuck her while you fuck me.”

Chan groaned, gripped the back of Felix’s head, and leaned in to claim his lips. You couldn’t see it, but you could tell by Felix’s reaction when Chan pushed his tongue past the younger man’s lips. “That,” he said, pulling away. “Can absolutely be arranged. Babygirl, can you walk?”

“Probably. Gimme a minute.” It took more than a minute, and a glass of water for you and Felix each, but before too long, the three of you were headed to your room.

You turned to Felix, who was behind you, and pulled at his shirt as you walked backwards down the hallway. He got the hint, tugging the shirt off and just letting it drop to the ground, before gripping your hips and pulling you to him to claim your mouth. Despite the water, a faint taste of your own juices still lingered on his lips and tongue. Eyes closed, you felt instead of saw Felix jolt and then felt Chan’s hands come to rest just above Felix’s on your waist so you assumed Chan was now plastering himself against Felix’s back.

“Come on, keep moving,” he encouraged you both. You all moved slowly down the hall, hampered by you and the two men stripping the both of them as you all walked instead of just waiting to get to your room.

You groaned when Felix’s boxers came off, wrapping your hand around his cock. “God,” you dropped to your knees, immediately taking his weeping cock into your mouth.

“So impatient,” Chan chuckled above you, letting Felix lean into him and grip his arms to keep himself upright as you quickly took him as deep as you could. Felix flushed a deep red when it only took a few bobs of your head before he was coming down your throat. You pulled off his still hard cock, and stood up. Pressing yourself against Felix, you leaned over his shoulder to kiss your boyfriend, pushing your tongue with the last of Felix’s orgasm into Chan’s mouth. “Mm, you taste good, Lix,” Chan muttered, lips against his neck, after you pulled away from him.

Felix groaned. “I can…. I can last longer. Swear.”

“Oh baby,” you cooed, leaning in to kiss him again. “First, you’re still hard, so who cares. Second, I’d be more surprised if you had lasted much longer than that. You’ve been hard and on the edge for a while. I could see it in the kitchen.” You reassured him. “No one’s upset, disappointed, judging you, or anything else you might think. So there’s no reason to be be embarrassed. Okay?”

He nodded, tucking his face into your neck for a moment before you all continued down the hallway to your room. In your room, you pulled Felix onto your bed, spreading your legs wide enough for him to comfortably rest between them.

“Lix, I know what you said, but I need to know – have you ever had sex with another guy?” Chan asked, sitting on the side of the bed.

Felix turned to look at him and nodded. “Not since I was a teenager, but I, um…. I have… toys, so I’ve, uh….” He flushed with embarrassment again.

Chan groaned, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Felix’s shoulder. Then he exchanged a quick look with you, which you interpreted to mean ‘keep him distracted while I prep him’. Aiming to do just that, you cupped his cheek and turned his face so you could kiss him. You fell easily into a rhythm together, neither of you really trying to control or lead the kiss, just sharing it. After a minute, you felt Felix twitch and soothed a hand over his shoulder and down his arm, while bringing your knees up to bracket either side of his hips.

You couldn’t see exactly what Chan was doing, but you had a pretty good guess from the way Felix’s hips moved against you, his cock just barely brushing against your folds. When he broke from your kiss with a mewl, you assumed Chan had added a second finger.

“That’s it, breathe through it.” Chan leaned down and pressed a series of open mouthed kisses along Felix’s neck and shoulder. Chan was thorough, not wanting to hurt his friend. Which was something of a problem for Felix, who had his face cradled against your neck, panting, whining, and begging while he did his best to thrust his hips back against Chan’s fingers. Though, it was a deep groan that he let out when Chan finally pulled his fingers out of him.

Together, the three of you arranged yourselves so that Felix was lined up with your cunt and easily pushed into you. Once he was fully in you, he took a few deep breaths, then turned to Chan. “I’m ready.” The groan he let out as Chan slid into him, vibrated in your own chest.

It took a couple tries before they settled into a rhythm that had Chan doing most of the work but left Felix free to pay more attention to you. And pay attention to you he did. You felt as if his hands and lips never lingered in one place for long; his mouth traveling from open mouthed kisses, licks, or nips along your neck to leaning down to lick and suck at your nipples. One moment his hands would be gripping your hips or thigh, the next he’d have his thumb in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue while his other hand squeezed your boob or teased your nipple.

You could feel Chan’s thrusts through Felix, feeling as though your boyfriend were fucking you through the man between you. And because you could, you didn’t need to see Chan’s face to be able to tell when he was getting close.

“Oh God,” Felix choked out as Chan sped up and you started clenching around him. He buried his face in your neck again, sucking a mark when your neck and shoulder met, as he brought his thumb down to rub your clit.

You came first, nails digging into Felix’s shoulder as you threw your head back. You clenching around his cock sent Felix over the edge, whose orgasm and ass clenching pushed Chan over the edge too.

As you all came down from your highs, Chan flopped onto the bed beside you but Felix dropped to lay on top of you. He closed his eyes, burrowing against you and wrapping his arms under you as if trying to hold you to him like you were going to get up and leave.

You pressed a kiss to his sweaty forehead and softly commented, mostly to Chan, “I don’t think I can stand for long in a shower today.” He nodded in response.

“What was this?” Felix asked quietly after a minute.

“Depends on what you want it to be,” you answered. “It was either some fun between friends that can or can not be repeated another time. Or it can be more than that.”

“More how?”

“More as in a relationship. With just Y/N, with both of us, whatever you want,” Chan answered, rolling onto his side and softly running his fingers up and down Felix’s spine.

“What do you guys want?”

“We’ll be happy with whatever you decide.”

“And if it factors into your decision, Iyen-ah’s leaning toward a relationship with Y/N, unsure about me, and we haven’t… gotten with the others yet but that is the plan.”

“Trying to collect us all?” he joked, looking up at you.

“Can you blame me?” you countered.

He laughed then fell quiet for a minute. “And this relationship, would it involve dates with both of you?”

“Of course.”

“Absolutely. And kisses, cuddles, and plenty of sex,” you added.

“That sounds perfect.”

A short while later, before you could fall asleep, Chan made you both get up so you could get cleaned up.

“I love your bath,” Felix said with a sigh as soon as he saw it. You considered your bath to be the best thing about your apartment. It was a Jacuzzi tub that was roomy when it was just you and Chan in it, so you were sure you’d be able to comfortably add Felix too.

Chan chuckled, “Pretty sure that tub’s the whole reason she moved here.”

You arched an eyebrow at him. “You’ve never had any complaints when we’ve had sex in that tub.”

“And if I ever do, get me to a doctor immediately,” he responded. While the bathtub filled up, you quickly rinsed off in the shower, leaning against the wall as you were cleaning yourself of the sweat and cum so you could actually relax in the bath. Felix and Chan followed your example.

“I’ll be honest, Y/nnie, I didn’t think you’d be into anal,” Felix commented with a little yawn. The three of you were comfortably arranged in the tub, you and Felix resting on Chan’s chest.

“Oh, I’m not. Tried it, decided it wasn’t for me. The lube is for when he gets home late, after I’ve already gone to sleep, and I told him that it’s a night he can fuck me while I sleep.”

“She’s always so pliant when she’s asleep,” Chan commented with a grin.

“Oh god,” Felix groaned, dropping his head where it rested on Chan’s chest.

~~~~~

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Hi! So I'd like to request a Tenya Iida x Fem! Reader fic. Where the reader is friends with Tenya until Tenya walks in on Reader getting dressed and it leads to smut and fluff after?

Sensible Choices: Tenya x Fem!Reader (Smut)

Woo! Here's the longest one I've done in a while! Hope it was worth the wait ~💚

Art Cred: Ari Libella (arilibella.artstation.com)

Word Count: 5,280

Third POV

Tenya and you made very good friends. In a world where things were so confusing and uncertain, where nearly everyone had some society altering ability and villains could attack at any time, he made sense. To you, he was uncomplicated. You both valued things like routine, education, and wanting the world to be a safer place. So to others, the two of you being together was a very logical idea, even if only as friends and colleagues. You never really assessed how you felt about Tenya, leaving those thoughts to poke at you when you laid in bed at night, but still left ignored. He was one of your closest friends, and you wouldn't ruin that over what you deemed a silly crush. You couldn't handle the idea of him turning you down and losing him as a friend. He was too integrated into your routine.

Part of your weekly routine was studying with Tenya in your dorm on Friday evenings between dinner and curfew. Responsible as always, he made sure to have his things and be out at least 30 minutes before curfew started, just in case you needed to do anything before bed. Tonight was another one of those useful, but otherwise unnoteworthy study sessions. The two of you mostly worked on your math homework, tackling some of the more tricky lessons in the coming week's test. Between the two of you, it started to make sense.

As you closed the textbook for the evening, you stood up, stretching.

"It looks like it's getting late."

You noted. He checked his watch, closing his textbook as well.

"It seems so. I suppose I should be heading out then."

He stood now as well, gathering his things. You watched as he did, humming slightly.

"You'll have to let me know what you score on the test."

"I'm sure we'll both do well."

He said, turning to you with a smile.

"And if not, we can always go back and review what we missed."

You smiled too. He was so positive when it came to school work, it was a bit infectious. You usually didn't feel too strongly about homework or testing, but he still managed to make the entire thing seem more satisfying to you. You couldn't remember a time before him where you actually looked forward to studying.

He went over to your door, turning back once, briefly.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Y/n. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Tenya."

You felt a slight warmth in your chest as he stepped out. His smile was so sweet. It always filled you with such nice feelings. You didn't choose to dwell on that too much longer though. Instead, you turned your attention to changing into your pajamas and getting ready for bed. You went to your dresser, pulling out your pajamas, laying them neatly on the bed before beginning to undress.

Tenya was hardly halfway to his dorm when he reached for his phone and realized he didn't have it. He didn't think much of it, other than that he must've left it sitting on your desk. He turned heel and began back to your dorm.

Tenya was mostly sure his feelings for you were platonic, no different from the ways he thought about Ochako or Izuku. Then again, he never caught himself wondering how soft Ochako's lips were, or feel a swell of pride in his chest when making Izuku laugh. These things seemed specific to you. He tried to ignore it for the most part. After all, he was your friend, and you were his. His prettiest, most intelligent, and sweetest friend. Nothing more. At least, that's what he told himself.

It didn't register that more than a moment had passed between him closing the door and opening it again, which is probably why it didn't even cross his mind to knock before entering your room.

"Y/n, it seems I left my..."

His voice died in his throat as he saw you. How could it not have? You were standing there, topless, in nothing more than your panties, sleep shirt in hands. His eyes grew wide and his face turned red, mirroring the expression on your own face. The door quickly slammed shut, but it was too late. He'd seen you, nearly naked, and that brief moment was all it took for the image to be burned into his mind.

You quickly got dressed, nearly tripping over yourself as you did. You couldn't believe it. He saw you practically naked. It made your entire body flush red with embarrassment. You wanted to simply die in that moment, just so you'd never have to face him again. You wondered what in the world he could be thinking now. And the slightly dirtier thought, creeping into your mind from the pits of your stomach, you wondered what he thought about what he saw.

He stood on the other side of your door for a long moment, holding it shut as if it would somehow hold his own mind at bay. His first thought was noting how beautiful your body was, immediately followed by a heavy feeling of shame in even indulging the thought. It was completely inappropriate and he shouldn't entertain such devious things. He left to his dorm, not willing to attempt a second retrieval of his phone. He didn't need it badly enough to face you right now. He closed himself in his dorm and sat on the edge of his bed for a long moment, silently. The first thing he'd have to do when he saw you again would be to beg for forgiveness for barging in. And if you were so upset you didn't want to talk to him, it was completely warranted and he'd take any repercussions without argument. He should have knocked. Without question.

Though against his own will, he laid awake that night thinking about you.

Aside from getting his phone back, you and Tenya avoided each other for the following days. Neither of you really knew how to address what had happened, but at the same time it was too awkward to talk without addressing it. The week felt like a year. Occasionally, you'd glance over at him in class, and almost every time you'd see him look away from you. You quickly looked back to the front of the room or at your work, trying not to think too much about why he could be staring. Maybe he was trying to think about how to talk to you again. Maybe he wanted to apologize, but wasn't sure how. ... Maybe he was undressing you with his eyes.

It was getting harder to ignore your crush on Tenya. It was like the more you avoided one another, the more you longed for him. You wanted to imagine he liked what he saw. So much that he couldn't bare to face you. It sounded silly in your mind, and yet the thoughts ebbed into your day dreams more and more as the week went on. If only you knew how right you were.

He'd essentially fashioned his own personal hell by seeing you naked. He couldn't find the right way to apologize to you, so he had to avoid talking to you until he did. He didn't want to lie to you either. Your body was beautiful, but he couldn't say that. He wished he could have seen you under more consensual circumstances, but he definitely couldn't say that. Even with all the attempts to come up with a good apology, he couldn't stop imagining it. Imagining you standing there in those cute little panties and nothing else. It made evenings... difficult to say the least. He wouldn't touch himself though. No matter how much he ached for some kind of relief. As your friend, as someone who respects you so much, he couldn't touch himself while imagining your body. Not without permission. Which he was most certain he didn't have.

Soon enough, but also what felt like twelve years later, it was Friday evening. You paced. Now is when you and Tenya would be studying together. It was almost impossible for you to focus on studying on your own when all you could think about was how incomplete it felt. This wasn't the routine. It was all wrong. You couldn't study in these conditions. You were just about to text him when you heard a knock on your door. You went and opened it.

There before you was a very nervous Tenya, his backpack held by his side. He wouldn't look at you.

"If you aren't busy, I think we need to talk. I also brought my school work, in case you'd rather study instead."

He said, almost uncomfortable. You let him in and he looked at you now, expectant. As much as you wish things could be normal and the two of you could just go over the test from that week, you knew it was time to talk about what happened.

"We should probably talk.."

He walked in, saw you, and left. It didn't feel like you could say much about it personally to start the conversation. Thankfully, you didn't have to. He dropped his bag on the floor before bowing about as deeply as he could without dropping to his knees.

"I'm so incredibly sorry, Y/n! I didn't even think to knock at the time, but that is absolutely no excuse for barging in on you! If you feel it necessary to report me for my inappropriate behavior, I'll accept whatever punishment I am given with no argument!"

You looked at him wide eyed for a moment, surprised by the sudden outburst. You expected an apology, but it hadn't even crossed your mind to report him.

"Tenya, I'm not going to report you. It was an accident."

He looked up now, standing upright again. He looked almost panicked or confused.

"What? Surely you don't think such unbecoming behavior is appropriate."

"I mean, it wasn't polite to not knock and, um, it was sort of embarrassing for me, but it wasn't really inappropriate."

This didn't seem to make him relax. If anything it seemed like he got more tense in response.

"You don't understand. I saw you naked-"

You blushed, not getting why he was being so insistant.

"You don't need to remind me-"

"I shouldn't have seen you like that. It was private. I should be punished for the way it's made me think about you."

The words seemed to rush out faster than he could process them, but once they were out, he froze. He hadn't meant to say that much, but you were being so calm, so sweet. Such a good friend. Too good for they way he'd imagined holding your bare body against his.

"What do you mean by that, Tenya?"

He swallowed hard, looking at the floor, ashamed. He was a horrible friend. You deserved to know that. He was a pervert, and you should be able to report him as such.

"I... I haven't been able to purge the image of you from my mind. It's all I've been able to think about. I wish I had found a way of telling you how beautiful you were before this."

His fists clenched, head still hung in shame. You blushed. He was admitting to having fulfilled your smutty little desires. He had been thinking about your body. He wanted it. He continued, his voice more tense.

"Anything I say now will be tainted by the countless filthy thoughts I've had of you. Between my perverted day dreams, I've only just realized how much I care for you, not only as my friend, but as the person I want to wake to every morning and fall asleep beside every night. Not just because of how beautiful you are, but because this week has been torture without you by my side."

You stepped closer to him, only to see he had tears in his eyes. It made your heart ache. You reached up and held his face.

"I don't deserve your sweetness. Not after proving I'm such a terrible friend. If you can't trust me now, why would you ever even begin trust me as a lover?"

Lover. He was so tense, even compared to how tense he normally was. You couldn't imagine what this week had done to him with all this guilt. He was practically falling apart, and for what? Accidentally seeing you naked? So you did what any logical person would do in your situation. You kissed him. It was soft, gentle. You felt the wetness of his tears in your hands. He didn't pull away from you, as you had almost expected. His arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace and he kissed you back. You held the kiss longer than you had intended. It felt like he needed this. And maybe you did too. You had missed him, and what could have made for a better reunion after such a stressful week? Eventually, when you pulled away for air, he loosened his hold of you.

"I.. Y/n, I don't understand."

"You weren't the only one having dirty thoughts this week, Tenya. I forgive you."

He blushed, more than a little surprised. You decided to elaborate.

"I was definitely embarrassed, but at the same time, I really hoped you liked what you saw."

You admitted. He seemed a little concerned.

"Was there any doubt in your mind that I wouldn't? You're gorgeous, how could I not?"

"Not really doubt. I just hoped you liked what you saw enough to think about me a little more."

You tried to explain in the least perverted way possible. He glanced away, thinking.

"As long as we're being honest. I'll admit that the memory of you gave me some, ah, uncomfortable evenings. Just to say, you have nothing to worry about."

"Uncomfortable?"

"Yes. Thinking about you, your body, in a quite... erotic way. But, of course I couldn't do something as disrespectful as relieve myself while thinking about you. I'm already ashamed to have indulged in my thoughts of you as much as I had."

On one hand, it was incredibly sweet that he suffered as much as he did out of wanting to be respectful towards you. At the same time, however, you wouldn't have complained at all if he had gotten off thinking about you. You would have taken it as a compliment. You bit the inside of your lip, thinking.

"Thinking about me all this week got you that worked up, but you still haven't touched yourself?"

You asked, clarifying almost. He blushed a dark red, but nodded in confirmation.

"I'm sure you're awfully pent up."

He looked at you. You were trying to tell him something, he was sure of it. He just wasn't sure what yet. You continued.

"I just want you to know, for future reference, you have full permission to touch yourself while thinking of me."

His eyes lit up, like you'd suddenly taken all suffering off his shoulders.

"You mean it? You're completely sure?"

"I am. But, only if I'm allowed to think of you too."

Truthfully, you tried to avoid the thought, but now that you knew he liked you so much, you wanted to indulge.

"You want to think about me while pleasuring yourself?"

He asked, voice somewhat softer. He didn't understand.

"I haven't done anything particularly scandalous around you to fuel thoughts of that nature though... Have I?"

"You didn't have to. I'll think of you regardless."

You definitely planned to at least. It felt dirty just talking about it, but so exciting. You gathered he felt the same way based on the color of his face. He was thinking.

"That hardly seems fair. Surely, there's something you could ask of me to make things more even."

That was a tempting offer. You pursed your lips, thinking. A very filthy idea came to mind.

"You could always return the favor.. and I wouldn't mind letting you look for a little longer."

You suggested. He buffered for a moment, processing the absolutely scandalous thing you just suggested. It was beyond filthy and he should say no, especially not in the dorms. You were seniors. You were supposed to lead by example. And yet...

"That seems fair. I would appreciate getting more time to admire you."

"Why don't you start then."

He nodded. It was only fair. An equal trade. So he pulled away from you now. You sat on the edge of your bed, watching him. He took a deep breath before taking off his shirt. This part wasn't too hard, you'd seen him shirtless before. The context made him feel a bit strange though. He looked at you, assessing your reaction. He blushed when he did. You were so obviously staring, then again he supposed that was the point. Still, the way your eyes seemed to trace over his body made his heart pound.

"Should I continue?"

He asked. In part he was nervous. He'd never undressed around a girl before. The other half of him was excited, more than he should be, at the prospect of you lusting for him. You nodded, leaning back a little.

"If you're comfortable continuing."

He couldn't for certain tell if he was comfortable per say, but he knew he wanted to make things even with you. Not to mention the other feelings. So he did. He unbuckled his belt and undid his pants. There was a moment of hesitation. He looked at you.

"You intend on undressing as well, right?"

It felt odd being the only one, but it probably felt worse for you when it happened last time, since you hadn't agreed to being seen that way. And maybe he was also just eager. You pursed your lips, thinking for a moment.

"You first. We'll take turns."

You wanted to enjoy the show. It'd be too distracting to try undressing while also trying to watch him. Though blushing, he decided to finish, taking his pants off and setting them aside. He looked at you now. He felt completely naked, despite still being in his boxers. It was a strangely exciting feeling. You stood up after a moment, walking over to him. You didn't touch, as much as you wanted to.

"You can sit if you'd prefer."

You said simply. In the spirit of making things fair, he did go and sit where you had been sitting, focusing more on you now than the tinge of embarrassment he felt from being undressed.

It was tense for a moment, both of you looking at each other, but not moving. He was the one to finally say something, his voice almost sounded ragged.

You took off your shirt, though you decided you'd keep your bra on for the time being. You felt your heart pounding at just how strange this whole situation was. You didn't question it for now, pushing your pants down and stepping out of them. You kicked them off to the side, looking at Tenya now. His eyes were fixated on you and your body. You could see the subtle heaviness to his breathing. His hands fidgeted slightly. That wasn't the only thing you noticed as you looked him over though. You had noted the bulge in his boxers before, assuming it was just the way they fit and nothing more. It was more pronounced now, bigger. It made you blush harder than you already were.

"Y/n, would it be too much to ask if I could touch you?"

You were a little surprised by the requests, but even so you stepped forward, standing in front of him. He looked up at you from where he was sat on your bed. Gently, and without a word, you reached for his hands and brought them to your waist. His touches were soft, just trailing along your sides, feeling how your skin felt against his hands. They found their way to your hips, resting there. You didn't know what all you had expected, but it was more than that. You had expected him to reach up to your chest, maybe back around to your ass, or just something pushing things a little further. You weren't completely underwhelmed however. After a moment, he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your abdomen.

"I wish I could find the right way to tell you how beautiful you are. Just saying it doesn't feel like enough."

He said softly, not looking up at you. You ran your fingers through his hair, an action that seemed to be enough to bring his attention up to your face. He was being too respectful, holding back when the deepest parts of your desires wanted him to snap, to take you, to ravage you. You knew he wouldn't. He was your kind, respectful Tenya. So you leaned down and kissed him, delighting in how the action made him squeeze your hips tighter in response as he kissed you back. You pushed into him more, and he pulled you in happily, helping you fit in his lap with his arms around your waist. You ran the tip of your tongue against his lips and he took the hint to deepen the kiss, taking control of it and keeping it gentle.

When you finally had to break the kiss to breathe, he looked at you in awe. You spoke before he did.

"If it's not too much, I'd much rather indulge in you now than have to wait until later."

"Are you suggesting we have sex?"

He asked, almost baffled. You nodded, though a little embarrassed about how he reacted.

"It doesn't have to be all the way, if you don't want it to be."

"What about you? And what about protection?"

He knew he didn't keep condoms around. Truth be told, he didn't foresee himself needing them any time soon.

"I've been on birth control since first year."

"Why?"

"Um. Period problems."

He wasn't as put off by the response as you expected, just thinking now. Something seemed to change after a moment, like a new sense of confidence had hit him.

"Alright then. Y/n, I would be honored for you to be the first person I have sex with."

Your heart skipped hearing that, despite the slight silliness in how serious he sounded. You smiled.

"I would be honored for you to be my first too, Tenya."

He smiled wide. You practically melted. His hands moved up your sides.

"If we're continuing, may I remove this as well?"

He asked, referring to your bra. You nodded. Before you could reach back to help, he was already fumbling with the hooks. You let him for a little bit. It was cute to see him try at least. Eventually, he seemed to figure it out, sighing a bit in relief.

"It would appear I'm going to be needing more practice with these."

You laughed softly, sliding the straps off your shoulders.

"There will be time for that in the future."

He blushed at the mere implications of not just getting to be with you once, but again in the future. It would mean you were really his. That he was really yours. He didn't get to think about that too much though because now your exposed chest was right there in his face and he probably couldn't even tell you what his name was anymore. You guided his hands up to your chest, wanting to let him touch, wanting to feel his hands on all of your more sensitive spots. He immediately started to squeeze and pinch, leaning forward to kiss and lick as well. For someone so new at this, he seemed to know exactly what he wanted. And what he wanted was to feel and taste you. His tongue laved over your nipple, his hand squeezing your other breast. You gasped softly.

With nothing but your panties and his boxers to serve as a buffer, you could feel how hard he was, pressing against you. As a finger flicked one of your nipples, your hips instinctively pushed forward, grinding into him. He groaned quietly at the feeling. You huffed, head falling back slightly. You felt his hands move, one staying firm on your hip. You took that moment to catch your breath and regain some of your composure. It was short lived as you realized what he'd been doing. He lifted you with ease, laying you on your back on the bed. He'd been thinking about how he wanted you. He pulled your panties off of you, eyes trained on your face, looking for any sign he should stop. The only clue he received one way or the other was you spreading your legs for him once they were off.

You weren't sure what you expected, maybe for him to start working you open so he could properly fuck you. Which you would be completely and utterly happy with. It seemed he hand other plans though as he leaned down, hiking your legs over his broad shoulders. You covered your mouth as he buried his face between your legs. His tongue seemed to follow some sort of pattern that you couldn't quite follow, occasionally brushing your clit and making you squirm. It seemed the sensitive spot didn't go unnoticed, because he focused there for a moment, and when you started to push your hips against his face and whine beneath him, he knew he must've found a good spot. His attention stayed there, toying with your clit with his tongue for as long as you could bare it. You could feel your orgasm building up, though you weren't sure he realized. You moaned out a little louder, which seemed to encourage him more. Your hand reached down into his hair, tugging slighting. You gasped, body tensing as you came on his face. He worked you through it and maybe a little longer than he needed to before pulling up, the lower half of his face wet from you.

"I could stay there forever if you'd let me."

He said, slightly out of breath. You reached for him, wanting him to come closer. You wanted him to lay beside you so you could return the favor and move. He gently took your hand, but didn't fully come to you as you wanted. Instead, he spoke in a low tone you hadn't heard him use before.

"If I may make a request, I don't want you to do the same."

You looked at him, confused. He continued.

"If you can manage it, I've spent nights now imagining how gorgeous you'd look riding me."

He hoped it wasn't asking too much of you. After seeing your breasts, he couldn't help but imagine the way they'd bounce while you bounced in his lap. It was a perverted fantasy, but one he still wanted to see fulfilled if you'd have him. You blushed fairly dark, but pulled him down. He let you this time, laying beside you. You kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips before straddling his lap. You wanted him, and he wanted you too. So why not satisfy you both?

He watched you in awe as you lined him up with you. You felt the tip press against your opening and how it slid in with more ease than you expected. No wonder he wanted to eat you out first. It got you worked up enough to take him. He groaned, grabbing a hold of your hips. You had to steady your breathing as you slowly started to take more of him. It was a stretch, though one you took like such a good girl. You stopped, almost fully down, wanting to take a second. Without a thought, he couldn't help but help you finish out, thrusting up into you. You let something between a gasp and a moan out.

"I'm sorry-"

He said quickly. He was so excited for you, so needy, it was hard to control himself. But he would. He didn't want to hurt you, especially while you were fulfilling his perverted fantasies. You had to take a moment before moving, pulling about half off before slowly sinking back down onto him. He watched you as you moved, loving the sight of your beautiful body taking his cock so well. You started to gradually increase your pace, moaning softly as you did. Before long, all you could hear were the sounds of your own moans, his quiet noises, and the slapping of you bouncing in his lap, just like he wanted.

You felt your orgasm building. You had hoped to get him off first, but it was hard for you to tell if he was getting as close as you were. Your movements started to slow, much to your own distress. He caught on, holding your hips tight and fucking up into you faster than the pace you had set before. You cried out his name, head falling back, inner walls squeezing around him as he continued to fuck you through it. It didn't take much more than that for him to pull you down, pushing into you as deeply as he could, and cum inside of you. Your name came out in a tight stutter as he did.

You both stayed like that for a long moment, taking in what had just happened, breathing in the now still room. You fell forward, laying on top of him. He wrapped his arms around you.

"Y/n."

He whispered. You looked up at him.

"I.. apologies for the way I went about all of this. And even though it would appear we've done things somewhat out of order, I was hoping you would... be my partner?"

You smiled, kissing him gently.

"I'd love to be your partner."

He smiled too.

"Perfect."

He pulled out of you now, making you both sigh at the feeling.

"Lay here and relax. Let me get things cleaned up."

He laid you down on the bed gently, getting up and going to your desk to get some tissues to clean everything up. After that, he pulled his boxers on and went over to your dresser. He pulled out a new pair of panties for you and a sleep shirt. He brought them back over to the bed. You went to get up so you could get dressed, but he stopped you.

"No, allow me. You've done enough tonight."

You blushed, but let him pull the shirt over your head and slide the panties up your legs. He placed the clothes you'd been wearing before in your hamper. He took a moment, thinking before looking back at you.

"Do you want me to go downstairs and get you water or anything else?"

He offered. You held out your arms for him.

"Come here, Tenya."

He smiled softly.

"Allow me to turn off the lights then."

He did as you asked now, coming back over to the bed. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him back into bed with you. He didn't argue, wrapping his arms around you as well, rubbing your back gently. He kissed the top of your head.

"I'm glad you forgave me."

He said softly. You couldn't help but smile.

"Of course, my love."

You felt him heat up at you calling him that.

"My love."

He repeated quietly, holding you a little tighter. You snuggled into him more, letting yourself get comfortable so you could sleep. Tonight wore you out and you were looking forward to waking up in the arms of not just your best friend, but your boyfriend and the love of your life.

[jingledbells]

Ford defenders like you are now called "Ford apologists": https://eeveelotions.tumblr.com/post/772624427048419328/hey-ford-apologists-dont-interact-with-my-stuff

i feel like. I can kind of understand where this person is coming from like yes he does have flaws and make mistakes and I acknowledge this but there's a difference between saying a character doesn't have flaws and defending them from fans who demonize/heavily mischaracterize them.

in fords case, there are so many people shitting on him for things that are false or misinterpretations of things he’s said and done. a good chunk of the fandom has an irrational hatred for him.

as well as this the fandom also waters down his trauma to make it seem like nothing compared to Stan's as well as making countless jokes about his trauma. for example, the thousands of jokes made about bills abuse of ford. I cannot count the times I've seen people look at this abuse and their only takeaway/only thing they have to say about this is 'haha he fucked the triangle.' as someone who's been in an abusive relationship in the past it is extremely tiring to see these jokes constantly thrown around about bill and fords relationship. either people are ignorant and cannot see that their relationship is textbook abuse or they do know but just don't care(what is wrong with you) and I genuinely don't know what's worse.

as well as this, there is a tremendous amount of victim blaming being made towards ford when discussing ford and bills relationship. I've seen so many people straight up say it's ford's own fault for getting abused by bill and it was because of his 'hubris' and 'huge ego' and his 'selfishness', which is no thing to ever say about a victim of abuse. ive also seen people call ford 'stupid' for getting manipulated by bill, which is a) wrong, because bill has successfully manipulated and abused many others before for(have you read tbob), and has manipulated other members of the pines family shown in the show, and b) just victim blaming. I don't even know what else to say about this but many of you cannot be normal about abuse victims in media.

regarding his growing distance with fiddleford during portal construction era, this is caused by bill isolating ford from him, one of the only humans he's in contact with which is a technique often used by abusers. many people claim this is because ford 'views fiddleford as lesser', or 'has little respect towards him', which is straight up wrong. ford states in the journal that he is a great friend and a brilliant scientist and engineer, and his appreciation of him is shown through his excitement of his arrival and immediately gets to making him feel welcome in his home and gifts him with microchips and banjo strings. in fact, when they first met in college, ford was the only one who genuinely believed his theory and he immediately jumped to helping him prove it for 9 hours, despite barely knowing the man. their bond, whether romantic or platonic is strong and that's why bill's isolating ford from fiddleford is so vital to bills abuse of ford.

not only that but these people are obsessing over Stan's homelessness for ten years but don't dare acknowledge that ford has been homeless for thirty. they fail to acknowledge that both Stan and ford were being abused by filbrick even if it showed in different ways. ford wasn't favored by his mother(his mother favored stan) and his father didn't see him as anything but a way to make money for his family, providing him only conditional love and not seeing him as his own person aside from his intelligence and his hands. this is often something many immigrant children experience, having endless pressure to succeed and get top notch grades and choose a high salary career in order to raise their family out of poverty. and if they were to slip up, they would often get severely punished or even physically hurt as a result. so logically, ford being upset by this is very understandable, not to mention he was also a teenager when this happened.

i have more examples I could use, but tldr, defending ford from fandom mischaracterization, victim blaming, and from claims being made about him that are blatantly false is not equal to saying he lacks flaws or hasn't made mistakes.

[ckret2]

Pardon me, however, have you ever considered getting help on WAIGLZ or any other fic of yours? Such as a ghost writer or someone to help you with art so it can get done faster?

I am just curious because I thought it would be really coolio to work with you or something, idk.

Please have a truly wonderful day/evening and toodaloo! ^ ^

+ Btw, if I sound rude at all, that is %100 not intentional tone is kind of hard to translate through text lol

I appreciate that the question is meant kindly; but why would I want somebody else to tell my story for me?

It might not make a difference to an audience member; y'all simply just wanna see the rest of the story, it doesn't make a difference who made it because from the consumer's end it still reads the same.

But it makes a hell of a lot of difference to the writer.

If i wanted a ghostwriter I could just chuck my outline into chatgpt. it would be just as good—which is to say it would be very bad—because in both cases it'd be written by someone/something that doesn't intimately understand the vast web of ideas the story's built on and the hundreds of tiny tiny goals I'm looking for places to thread into the story and the exact themes I'm trying to achieve and exactly where and how I want to make it funny and make it heartwarming and make it hurt; and in both cases I'd have to rip the product apart and edit it to sound like the story i'm trying to tell rather than sound like a 40% accurate retelling of my story that was based off of a barebones summarization.

Like, how many times have you seen Gravity Falls? Probably at least once or twice? If you sat down with an episode summary—only the summary, not the transcript or gallery—and tried to rewrite the script word-for-word and redraw the episode shot-for-shot, do you think you could get every word and every angle right? And you've already seen the episode! You remember the finished product! Imagine trying to guess at all that based off of the summary alone if you'd never seen it before!

So now instead of writing my own story i'm merely editing SOMEONE ELSE telling a water-downed version of my story. It takes me just as long if not longer; and on top of that there's no joy in it.

And if that's what i wanted to do with my life... at least shoving it in chatgpt would get me a first draft to edit faster.

as for art: about a decade ago i was writing/drawing a fancomic and tried to split it with friends so i was writing and they were drawing. it slowed down the whole thing immensely. took 4x longer to get art than doing it myself would've taken.

At the time, I updated multiple times a week (my art was worse then lol); and when I asked someone else to do art I had to keep choosing between:

delaying my next post for days while patiently waiting for a friend, with no guarantee they'd actually finish;

impatiently waiting and trying to find a way to politely repeatedly pester them about finishing the art; or

give up on waiting and do the art myself, which would hurt them deeply, especially if they'd already started it and I just went "nah you're too slow, I'll do it myself."

The thing is, I put my passion project ahead of my other hobbies. Why would somebody else put my passion project ahead of their own hobbies? It would be unfair and unkind for me to ask somebody to do that; but I'm not willing to slow down and wait for somebody to do some art for me when it's finally convenient for them; so therefore I'd better do my own art.

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Twilight AU where everything is the same but Bella has 9 cats. The only luxury she allowed herself while going to Forks was her fur babies coming with her. Charlie now has 9 seperate litter boxes in the house. She's still all for the Cullen life, she loves her cats but wants Edward more.

How does the series go on? How does Edward sneak in to Bella's room to protect her from spiders without alerting 9 cats?

This is very hard for Bella.

Edward Sneaking into Her Room

As you note, this becomes more difficult as cats will smell him better and we know from canon that vampires make animals freak the fuck out.

Edward steps in there for ten minutes, those cats will lose their minds in terror for days. However, will that stop Edward? No.

I imagine, if the cats are in the bedroom with Bella, he moves them out of the room whenever he enters. They make a fucking racket in the middle of the night, Edward hides in Bella's closet while she asks them what is wrong? Why are they so scared? And eventually Bella goes back to sleep, repeating the cycle if she brought the cats in with her.

(Bella realizes this is yet another sign that something is strange in Forks, Edward thinks he's nailing it.)

You Can Be Vampire, But Cats

Bella's similarly enthralled by Edward, figures out what he is in part thanks to her cats, and it's all great until one of the big reveals.

Not only do animals not like vampires, vampires causing them insane amounts of stress because they're afraid, but vampires are very likely to kill them accidentally simply by touching them wrong and the Cullens, well, they eat animals.

To become a vampire, just as Bella will have to give up her human life she will have to give up her nine cats.

Bella's horrified. This hits home in a way the "my parents will be fine" rationale she has in canon doesn't. Her babies will not be fine, she loves them, and she can't send them back to Renee and oh god can Charlie take care of nine cats???

But Bella's also in love with Edward.

We enter a similar scenario to what happened with Jacob, but this time, with nine cats. Not wanting to give up on either Edward or cats, Bella insists that they can totally keep her cats when she turns. They won't be afraid of her! They'll know it's her! And she'll never hurt them.

Edward doubles down, seeing the cats as one of the strongest means of keeping Bella human (even if he privately thinks they're annoying and smelly).

The Switzerland debacle is born again, only this time it's "I am neutural territroy in the conflict between 'choose my cats' and 'choose vampire'! I choose both! I CAN MAKE THIS WORK!"

Canon continues unhindered.

When Breaking Dawn occurs, the nine cats do indeed move into the Cullens' house because who is going to tell dying pregnant Bella that she can't have her damn cats? The family will put up with them, make sure not to kill them, and the cats cower in terror while simultaneously meowing at Bella and her diseased smell.

"Oh, precious, Mittens," Bella says to one of her cats feebly, "My son will love you all."

This goes awry when Bella does survive, is turned... and now the Cullens have nine fucking cats.

Any thought of saying "you know, Bella, maybe we should rehome these guys because this really isn't a good environment for them" is squashed as Bella just takes it for granted that the cats are here and it's wonderful! Renesmee loves the cats too! They're having a great time! (They are not).

... The likelihood the cats suffer a fatal accident when all the vampires arrive is quite high.

[samisannn]

!THOUGHTS/RELATIONSHIPS!

Long post...

♡THE BROTHERS♡

Thoughts on each other:

Lucifer to Asami :

Despite being very expressive, she can be very vague, too. You can never tell if she's lying or not, sometimes.. She's like a Beel and Mammon combination. My money is gone in an instant..

Asami to Lucifer :

He's scarily freaky??? And to be honest, if I was him. I would've done what he did with Belphie. Because Belphie disagreed with the future demon king, Diavolo's plan. Who knows what would've happen to him. He's understandable and just protective of his brothers. He loves them.

Mammon to Asami :

Annoying! Ya' hear me!? She's so blunt and oblivious at the same time. How can a human be both? She's frustrating! She won't even tell me how she won that jockpot in the lottery. I swear she got like some lucky charm in her or sum'.

Asami to Mammon :

Bro's acting like I'm not spoiling him. He's my lucky charm. I guess what Satan and Asmo said was true when they mentioned the fact that a person will get money in their way if mamon liked them. Which is funny. He's so easily flustered and jealous that he can compete with Levi for the avatar of envy.. I mean, maybe that's some kind of part of him being the avatar of greed. He piss me off sometimes when he tries to trick me.

Levi to Asami :

She's really like me, and she understands me. Can you believe that normie watches anime like me, too? She's so passionate when it comes to an anime or whatever that she really likes, and I like how she understands me. She's my best friend! Though I don't think she feels the same way, cause I'm just a useless shut in otaku! Why would she like a worthless nobody like me?? [He rambled for a few hours...]

Asami to Levi :

I'm happy that I finally have someone to talk anime to after being alone for like about five years or so.. though, I don't like how he can make any situation or words or something be negative.. and personally, I don't like negativity.. but he's an exception, I guess... he's really cute when he rambles.

Satan to Asami :

She sends me cat videos and reads books with me..I'm surprised she still has a brain after hanging out a lot with Mammon.. lt's strange and also... amazing that her pranks on Lucifer always works??? Like how? lt's not like it's grand or anything, just simple and subtle prank, but it works... I gotta ask her for advice...

Asami to Satan :

I adore him! I'm a cat person too, and l really love sending cat vids to him. His books are totally amazing, though I don't like how messy his room is, Surprisingly, he knows where to find a specific book in that room, it's cool in a way. He says he hates Lucifer, but we all know he doesn't.

Asmo to Asami :

She's such a cutie, but l'm more cute, of course. she literally rocks any outfit. She could be a model with those thighs!!l She lets me do her nails, but she doesn't want any other color than what she has on, odd. She gets my vibes and cheers me on! She makes me feel tingly and excited whenever she compliments me! [We have to cut off what he said for the next two hours..]

Asami to Asmo :

The gorguesest man l've even met... Is that even a word? Anyway, but if you had to make me choose on who's the most hottest between him and any other people/ demons/angels?? I'd choose him. He's the embodiment of lust, so he gets freaky sometimes.. I sometimes match his freak. but not so often. Though I'm confused about how he can tell whenever I'm ovulating, he's like a period tracker... like what...? Anyway, If I had the money, I would plaster his beautiful face all over devildom.

Beel to Asami :

Her cooking is really good, she could be a chef with her skills. I love her cooking. She instantly gets how to make my favorites. Her sleepwear choices makes me flustered... I don't mind, though. She looks good... I really like her... [He continues to talk about different dishes that Asami cooks that he likes.]

Asami to Beel :

Food partner!l He eats anything I make it makes me happy. He really gives good restaurants and diner suggestions, if l get paid in my jobs, I will bring him food. I get the others something, too... Our first interaction was embarrassing because it was nighttime, and I was hungry. Thinking everyone was asleep, I headed to the kitchen with only an oversized jacket, and he was there. The clothes overed my whole body, but still. never again. He's adorable, though...

Belphie to Asami :

I can tell that she still hasn't forgiven me for what I did, and I don't blame her. But despite that, she lets me cuddle with her and watch the stars with her... Many can say that she's very expressive, but sometimes, you can't really tell what she's thinking. She always has this familiar look on her face.. regret? Loneliness?? Her eyes say different emotions, and I want to ask her, I really do. But I have a feeling she doesn't want to talk about it.

Asami to Belphie :

It's true that I still haven't forgiven him for what he did... I mean, he unalived me, who would forgive that in an instant..or at all?? Though, he is a lovely person, he's just blinded by his rage towards human after their incident... maybe I hate him a little because he reminds me so much of G-.... I love how fluffy his hair is, makes me want to shave him bald and make his hair my pillow.

[historygirlie]

I am really intrigued in the way you draw the Greek gods. You have some sort of unique style that catches my eye! Like from what I have noticed from your art is that you have really changeable clothing for each one. Like Apollo’s dressing changes from one type to another keeping the original design though. Also am I delusional or do Hermes and Apollo have the same necklaces (like they both have necklaces with waves in them?)? And if I am being correct Apollo has wings too? Why did you choose to do that so? Also in your two pieces drawing for the Ithaca saga realise didn’t Telemachus, Odysseus and Penelope have the same bracelets and if my brain is working isn’t Telemachus’ dressing colour the mix between Penelope’s light purple and Odysseus blue? I went in such a deep rant I love your art!

HOLY MOLY THATS SOME DEEP ANALYSIS THERE HUN!! I never thought someone would look in so deep to my work I am honoured 😭😭. As for answering your questions yes you are correct the designs for the gods’ clothing does change and that depends on what are they doing and who they are meeting. So like the most obvious design I have right now is Hermes. In this picture:

(which is totally epic) he is dressed in a mission so like he has a job to do as a messenger god. (Also bro trusts his skirt WAYYYY too much)

Yet in my more casual designs like when he meets Ody (or when he is twerking in that animation I posted) he is dressed simpler to emphasise that he has a more close to humans side like in the case of the design I did:

As for the necklaces yes it is true Hermes and Apollo have the same ones. They matched and in fact the story for that is a bit interesting. I though that since Hermes tried to steal Apollo’s cattle, Apollo made Hermes swear to not try and trick him and so they have the necklaces so they do not lie to one another (yet Hermes finds a way to twist the truth EVERY time). The earrings in the meantime are something every god has (it depends then on their preferences to keep them or not). The same goes for the tattoos (they are basically carved to their skin so each time they use powers they show). Hermes has snake tattoos, Apollo has like little arrows. Usually it is their respective animals that decide that.

Apollo’s wings on the other side symbolise his sacred animal: the crow. They seem white but in the dark they are actually black. Hermes has wings since…he has to fly man. Apollo’s wings are smaller than Hermes and one of them is actually half ripped out.in a drawing I did his wings are like they were in the beginning before they were ripped out from a reason I won’t tell y’all 😈. (I’d like to see ur theories for it). Oh and also one of Apollo’s suns in the halo he has is actually broken. Again y’all can theorise.

As for the two part drawing I did yes the bracelets and the clothes were intentional. The bracelets were to show the family had something that unified them and made them a family. Odysseus though doesnt have his anymore though since yeah the trip was bad. And the colours of their clothes are as you said mixing together. Also a detail in the second drawing is that all of their clothing’s colours are darker symbolising growth and maturing, also pain and suffering of being torn apart.

ANYWAYSSSSSS I yapped a lot but I hope I answered all your questions!

[a-bottle-of-tyelenol]

Ok so I’ve been thinking a lot about how to word this because, truthfully, a lot of it was just vibes but I think I’m cooking so bare with me (I really just like rambling about Eurylochus tbfh) and sorry for the super long post lolol

Obviously Athena chose Odysseus because of his intellect which happens way before Eurylochus ever comes into the picture and the real reason why the gods choose Odysseus (either as an ally or adversary) is shown through their respective arcs, but I like thinking about what would’ve happened if Poseidon chose Eurylochus and why Poseidon would’ve chosen him at all. To me, these team ups feel so narratively satisfying, especially within the debate of open arms vs ruthlessness and what Athena and Poseidon both represent on that scale in contrast to their mortals, and I think I’ve figured out why.

Each character is a reflection of Odysseus since he’s our main character— to me, all three of these characters are technically foils for him, highlighting differences in how his ruthlessness is portrayed. Athena and Odysseus have opposing arcs where Athena starts off ruthless and ends up internalizing open arms while Odysseus does the reverse. Eurylochus is the mortal foil, starting off as more ruthless than Odysseus but also far more cautious, showing Odysseus’ humanity (something very necessary in the man vs mythical arc) and introducing this concept by directly contrasting Polites, another symbol of Odysseus’ humanity. And, finally, Poseidon is the godly foil, the very representation of ruthlessness being mercy while also being very arrogant and showing Odysseus’ hubris.

What’s interesting is that none of these characters actually interact with anyone except Ody so what we have is purely Odysseus’ perception of them based on how they interact with HIM alone, rather than how their objective words or actions towards the other characters. I’ve spoken a lot on my account about how this unreliable narrative can cause discrepancies between the audience’s perceptions of these characters (specifically when it comes to Eurylochus) and it’s pretty easy to fall into the trap of demonizing any of these characters because you look at things purely from Odysseus’ perspective. It can feel like Athena doesn’t care about him in the beginning, or that Eurylochus is a coward that never ends up trusting him, or that Poseidon is a monster with no empathy. But these things are necessarily true— they’re just how things are portrayed to Odysseus.

Athena and Eurylochus

I bring this up because Athena and Eurylochus actually have a lot in common as friends of Odysseus who betrayed him, Athena for him being too human and Eurylochus for him being too godly. There is also the factor that Eurylochus is cautious and he tries to think things through, unlike Odysseus who can be arrogant and rash, and Athena could appreciate that quality. Eurylochus is also a leader, as the voice of the crew and the one who handles them the most. I’m not saying he was a better captain than Odysseus or that he could’ve led them out of all these magical situations, but the events of the Odyssey are insane and not the usual situation. In the event that everything is normal, I think Eurylochus could’ve made for a fine captain/leader and Athena could’ve respected him for that.

But where does that respect end? Well, I think the obvious answer is Eurylochus’ lack of focus on the big picture. The way he can only think about the “here and now” in most situations is the exact reason why Athena left in My Goodbye; because Odysseus didn’t have the forethought to realize how his actions will affect him in the future. I think it’s a little deeper, however, and has to do with their personal priorities. Despite both being friends who betrayed Odysseus, they did so for opposing reasons. Athena leaves because she believes Odysseus is being foolish and his inability to listen to her will lead to his own demise and she simply does not want to be around for his death (or, at least, this is how I interpret My Goodbye). Eurylochus betrays him because he sees Odysseus as a threat and believes his crew is in danger; he’s taken by the need to save the majority over saving Odysseus.

Athena’s arc being about her empathy and her gaining perspective that the humanity Odysseus had was, in fact, not wrong is the entire reason why a team up with her and Eurylochus could never work. He is too human, literally existing to highlight Odysseus’ humanity and his calls for remaining ‘just a man’. This need isn’t fulfilled by Polites— Polites isn’t around long enough to act as anything except a catalyst, a personification of grief and his open arms philosophy. It’s all Eurylochus and he is simply too human for her, both in her own perspectives and as a narrative choice. If Eurylochus’ arc had been more similar to Odysseus’ and the idea that he’s reaching reaching the understanding of why Odysseus operates the way he does then that would be one thing, but this isn’t the case. Eurylochus dies still being unable to understand why Odysseus would ever do this to them (not specifically the Thunder Bringer choice either, I also am referring to Scylla here).

Poseidon and Eurylochus

Pairing Athena and Odysseus together is a bit of a non-starter. The entire musical tells us why they were paired together; so, what about Poseidon and Eurylochus? For all intents and purposes, Poseidon should feel similarly to Athena. Eurylochus is both too human for him and, narratively, his doubt is not one that directly contradicts Poseidon’s philosophy, like open arms does. The arc these two characters have, even devoid of each other, does not mirror either of the ones that Athena or Odysseus do. Poseidon starts ruthless and he remains that way. Eurylochus does speedrun the events of the show throughout the thunder saga, but most of his arc happened between Circe and thunder and is about what doubt can do to you. But despite doubt being the biggest factor in his arc, he also starts ruthlessness and ends that way.

Put a pin in this and keep in mind that everything I just said is formed from Odysseus’ perspective. It will matter in a little bit.

For now, let’s quickly rewind for a second and start with how Poseidon is our main introduction of the concept of ruthlessness. Not much to say here, only that his explanation finally solidifies the reoccurring theme of choice that gets shown in each saga (every saga has a character making a major choice, one consistently tied into the debate of open arms versus ruthlessness). That being said, he isn’t the first character to introduce the concept as a whole. Athena isn’t much better him— something told to us through her music and her actual beliefs— and it can be easy to assume that it was her. However, Athena is not our first look at a character showing off ruthlessness either. It’s actually Eurylochus.

Zeus, despite being the catalyst for Odysseus’ first act of ruthlessness in the show, is not actually showing any moral stance or belief. He merely offers the choice. He does tell Odysseus the consequences and the way he tells him is arguably indicative of which side he’s on, but he doesn’t actually tell Odysseus to do it or that he, Zeus, believes he should. He points at the baby, tells him “kill it or your family dies” and dips. So while Odysseus killing the infant is our first exposure to ruthlessness as a concept, it isn’t until Eurylochus is introduced with Polites in Full Speed Ahead that we really see a character embody it when he suggests to strike first against the strangers on an upcoming island and raid it for food. As a side note, I try not talking about cut content that much, especially when it’s from patreon, but seeing as this entire post was inspired by the cut concept of a Poseidon/Eurylochus team up, I feel like I should mention that earlier drafts of Eurylochus have him being particularly ruthless in a way that Odysseus blatantly disagrees with before the events of Open Arms would have taken place. Eurylochus is meant to the be the human equivalent of Poseidon in this way.

However, as I said, Eurylochus is too human and, opposing that, Poseidon is too godly. Poseidon and Zeus share this sentiment, something opposed by Athena and Hermes. Even within God Games, the arguments being made by everyone is based in some level of humanity— except Hera. Apollo is upset (said very loosely here) that the sirens were killed and he feels like it’s an injustice. Hephaestus is miffed about the lack of loyalty Odysseus displays. Aphrodite is heartbroken because Odysseus abandoned his mother and she died because of it. And Ares is pissed because Odysseus was a coward and didn’t fight back. Contrast those to Hera, who isn’t upset about anything, really, and is more asking Athena to tell her why she should care about this one random man over any other random man. This isn’t particularly relevant to anything, I just find it interesting that Zeus’ generation of gods seem to portrayed with far less humanity than Athena’s generation.

Anyways, this contrast of being too human and too godly is already interesting enough to me, but I mentioned before that Poseidon probably wouldn’t like Eurylochus that much either due to these opposing ideas. Eurylochus is the first character we meet other than Odysseus that shows ruthlessness, but he is also the only character we meet that can never quite follow through with it and while that contrasts nicely to Athena, who winds up wavering in her ruthless beliefs by the end of her arc, it does lead him to be something Poseidon inherently disagrees with and despises in Odysseus.

I’ll repeat that: Eurylochus embodies the very things that both Poseidon and Athena hate about Odysseus.

So, why?

According to Jorge, Eurylochus is a bit of a coward (I, personally, disagree but I think Poseidon would hold this belief too)— the very thing that Poseidon despises. He seems to hate men that run away and that are too stupid to finish what they’ve started, both things can arguably be attributed to Eurylochus. So, other than that base ideology of ruthlessness, why is he paired with Poseidon? Is it truly a matter of Poseidon only taking advantage of a weaker human?

Well, I actually think this goes back to what I said earlier about how the show is from Odysseus’ point of view which leads to some skewed perspectives by the audience (remember when I said to put a pin in it? Yeah, we’re back). If you break down the idea of ruthlessness, the idea of saving yourself future trouble by dealing with things here and now, that kind of philosophy is one born only from experience. Odysseus is proof of that. Poseidon’s actions, from his perspective, are totally fair. Some random guy came in and attacked his son— which is only made worse by the fact that the same guy killed a bunch of that son’s sheep. Like, yes, it’s technically a misunderstanding but it’s unclear if Poseidon knows that and, if he does, I could easily see him not caring because the actions far outweigh the intent.

Six Hundred Strike has some vocal cues that imply Poseidon’s rejection might have been tied to the sympathy he has for his son, rather than just being because he feels spiteful towards Odysseus. They are foils after all, fathers that turn to ruthlessness because of their families. On that basis alone, you can assume that Poseidon cares very dearly for his family too, maybe just as much as Odysseus does.

Jorge has said before that Poseidon saying “you totally could’ve avoided all this if you just killed my son” wasn’t him saying he wanted his son to die, it’s just a fact of the matter. Honestly, if Odysseus HAD killed his son and Poseidon somehow found out it was him, the result would’ve been the same. The only way to totally avoid that scenario would’ve been not to travel to the cyclops’ island in the first place, which is insane to expect when they had no idea who or what was there. Ruthlessness as a concept is inherently flawed in that sense; every action has a consequence and most of the things you do to “save yourself” could lead you back down the same road anyways. That’s what happens when you’re working with fate versus human will!

But what about Eurylochus? Well, Poseidon being a good father is, as I said, only really implied through his meta relationship to Odysseus in conjunction with his initial motivations being about his son and the way he specifically mocks what Odysseus said to the cyclops. But, that being said, it’s also very obvious that Odysseus only really sees Poseidon as highly motivated by spite and selfishness, something acknowledged in Monster. He doesn’t say that Poseidon is doing it for his son, he says he’s doing it so no one dares to piss him off. Maybe the reason Poseidon doesn’t want anyone to step to him is out of concern for his children, but Odysseus either does not have that context or chooses not to believe it. This means, if you go by Odysseus’ perceptions of him, Poseidon will never make sense as someone paired with Eurylochus.

But, if you include the beliefs I’ve laid out and how Poseidon uses ruthlessness as a practical way of protecting his own, Eurylochus actually has a very similar mindset. He, too, prefers to go about things practically and ruthlessly while prioritizing his self-preservation and those he claims as his own— the crew. Poseidon says “the cyclops you made blind is mine” and that’s the first thing he says about his son. Poseidon is an untouchable god, he doesn’t need ruthlessness to save himself. It’s to protect his own— the territories and beings that are his. Eurylochus is the same way, only he does use it for himself because he’s mortal. It’s the minor differences like that which highlights the foil between them— too arrogant versus too cautious.

On the surface level, Odysseus’ arc seems to be a man becoming a god— Odysseus becoming Poseidon— and there is a lot of evidence for that. However, if we look past Odysseus’ perceptions and assumptions, I propose the possibility that Eurylochus is actually meant to represent what Poseidon was before he had the experience to embody ruthlessness. While Poseidon may not need the philosophy for himself, it’s implied by its existence that he’s faced losses before, losses of other beings that he’s cared about. Back to Monster, Odysseus ponders the four primary examples he knows of ruthlessness— the cyclops uses it because he lost his friends, Circe uses it to protect her nymphs with large implications of previous loss, Poseidon uses it so no one steps to him, and a soldier saves more lives by striking first. Poseidon is the only one that doesn’t not explicitly have ties to a personal loss but it can still be implied. Like I said, ruthlessness being mercy on your future self is only something that can taught through experience, which is why Poseidon kills all of Odysseus’ fleet so the lesson sticks.

If we are to assume this is true, is this not similar to Eurylochus in Mutiny? He faces loss because he made the mistake of trusting Odysseus after doubting him the entire musical and the result is an act of ruthlessness. He has to revolt against his captain, his king, his brother in order to protect himself and his own. Again, the only difference ends up being that Eurylochus is too human and he cannot actually follow through with these acts (he doesn’t kill Odysseus, only knocks him out and it can be implied through the fact that he doesn’t bleed out from being stabbed that Eurylochus probably dressed his wounds too).

But that, too, can be changed if under the right stresses or, in this case, mentorship. With Poseidon as his patron, ruthlessness can be taught and Eurylochus can, effectively, continue his speedrun of Odysseus’ arc, turning more into a monster. It makes sense to me that if Poseidon sees himself in Eurylochus, he’d take him under his wing. The bond could be more familiar, more of that “this is one of my own” mindset that Odysseus and Athena inherently lack either because of how separated/selfish they are or because of the cold wisdom that forces them apart.

There isn’t any real conclusion or thesis to this and I’m sure it’s all a bunch of unconnected rambling. I think that my main point is just that the way Eurylochus and Poseidon interact would be a direct juxtaposition to Odysseus and Athena in the sense of how familial they might act (which would humanize Poseidon and show that, even as the embodiment of ruthlessness, there’s still a little bit of open arms within him too) while also serving as a direct parallel to them in how their arcs might affect each other. Unlike Athena and Odysseus who end up switching sides, there is nothing to reverse between Poseidon and Eurylochus. All there is, is the inevitability of loss due to being unable to step down when their own is threatened. Eurylochus could never stop fighting with Odysseus over the crew and Poseidon could never stop fighting over his son. These two characters are selfish and yet, they are just as oriented on the ones they care about as Odysseus is.

I get why this pairing never ends up happening. I can’t think of a single way Poseidon and Eurylochus could make sense together with the events of the Odyssey, but I do hope we see some of them in the future— like in the small chance they’re featured in an Iliad musical or if Jorge ends up doing that idea of a small musical based on Eurylochus. I just think he and Poseidon are neat together :3

The fact that Poseidon and Odysseus are foils but Poseidon was paired so much with Eurylochus in older drafts of EPIC keeps me up at night

It really does show that Odysseus and Eurylochus are closer to each other than either of them are to godhood and it’s simply tragic that things went the way they did

[heart-in-shambles]

One of these days Imma write a Opla!Buggy/Anime!Buggy/reader fic. Not today but maybe one day

[talietikasero]

i should draw them more

[sageofthestrange]

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bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /[your muse] is the good influence  /[your muse] is the bad influence  /[my muse] is the good influence  /[my muse] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /[your muse is mines] childhood crush  /[my muse is yours] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [from your muses side]/  unrequited [from my muses side]/  unrequited [from both sides]/  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]/  soulmates  [ literal ]/  awkward  /  turning toxic (only in Godhood Path)  /  toxic love (only in Godhood Path)  /  cheating [on your muse]/  cheating [with your muse]/  other

FAMILIAL.     siblings [half]/  siblings [step]/[my muse] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /[my muse] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /[my muse] is a parental figure to yours  /[my muse] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /[your muse] is taken under mines wing  /[my muse] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

[system-of-a-feather]

Oh fuck yeah plans cancelled that I was somewhat meh on today so I can reply XD

How did you form (scientifically)?

Uh.... I don't know, no one has done a science experiment on how to Make Me in particular. /hj

Like I know the intention of the question, and for me the answer is "trauma since I have DID", but genuinely there isn't really a solid scientific reason explaining how anyone is formed (ie how people experience consciousness) or even how DID is formed on a neurological level. The only scientific basis is a clinical model which is not meant to be a predictive science as much as a clinical perspective / approach to working with DID.

Also even if I did answer within the intention of the question, I technically fused and did plurality intentionally, and that's largely through meditation and reconnecting with familiar parts of myself and making the active decision to choose how I want to identify and how I want to perceive the world through means of mindfulness.

Why did you form?

Cause I like existing like this.

Do you consider yourself disordered?

Nope.

Do you have similar symptoms to systems with OSDDID, such as dissociation, memory loss, loss of sense of self, etc.?

No, not really actually. These days even derealization is an odd symptom that makes me go "bruh wtf" cause it happens so rarely anymore. I USED to, but even when I do dissociate, I never really have memory loss anymore or loss of sense of self or anything of the sorts.

How do your alters/headmates develop? What do they develop due to?

I just kind of choose to be them? They don't develop, nor are they developed really for any reason other than "cause" and "for fun / to get a more enjoyable / better perspective on a current activity". They're all permutations of parts of myself in different layers, fusions, divisions, etc. If I'm going about life and think "hey I'd enjoy this better as X" then I'll go ahead and send a little while to get myself to be X and do that. They're there if they are there, they're not if they aren't.

I've seen this going around: What are some resources that would help you that you don't have access to?

I don't really need any honestly; I have what I need.

Are there any other substantial differences you have noticed between yourself/yourselves and OSDDID systems?

Technically we are ones, but there are a shit ton of differences from me and the average OSDDID system. Lack of dissociation, a lot of active willfulness being in any form of "switching" (we wouldn't use that word anymore), a baseline of actually being a singular individual rather than chronically being in a state of multiplicity / plurality, plurality is more of an artform and a means of engaging with myself than a condition, etc.

And, lastly, if you don't mind (I put this one at the bottom because it is 100% optional) if you are traumatized but not traumagenic, how does that work?

As mentioned above, we have trauma, we have / had DID, we fused and recovered from it, and actively chose to operate both as a fully fused individual and a plural individual. Whether or not we are traumagenic, willogenic, endogenic, quiogenic, or whatever, we don't really care nor identify with any of them (other than "we have / had DID"), but we certainly do not fit into the idea of a traumagenic DID system anymore and I do largely credit that to the fact we are a fused individual now - we just are also plural and that's something that can co-exist as they are not innately opposites like many bight think.

Hi! My name's Rowan. I'm the host of The Orchard System, A traumagenic DID system. I'm posting to address endogenic systems and ask a couple genuine questions. None of these are intended to cause offense or in any way discriminate against any group of people.

How did you form (scientifically)?

Why did you form?

Do you consider yourself disordered?

Do you have similar symptoms to systems with OSDDID, such as dissociation, memory loss, loss of sense of self, etc.?

How do your alters/headmates develop? What do they develop due to?

I've seen this going around: What are some resources that would help you that you don't have access to?

Are there any other substantial differences you have noticed between yourself/yourselves and OSDDID systems?

And, lastly, if you don't mind (I put this one at the bottom because it is 100% optional) if you are traumatized but not traumagenic, how does that work?

okay thanks byeeeeeeee

[goldenguillotines]

I'm still thinking about red undead sorry everyone