I NEED A FULL LENGTH FIC 70K WORDS

Rosario Castellanos, tr. by Magda Bogin, from The Selected Poems of Rosario Castellanos; "Wailing Wall"

[Text ID: “I am the daughter of myself. / I am born of my own dream. My dream sustains me.”]

(strumming a harp) i'm NOT evil and i DON'T want to kill myself i am just. on my period

calculator app looooves to disguise itself as clock app. shell put on her little makeup and wig and you tap on her and then your all in numbers andd calculations world and you go i didnt want this!!!!!!! and you have to miserable leave and go crawling over to clock app whos a mean old hag whos always waking you up and you think God i wish i was at calculator right now

Priest Kink less in the way of wanting to be dominated by a religious figure and more in the way that i drive a holy man to sin at my command and if he dares to try to repent i remind him in whatever way i see fit that he doesn't belong to god anymore.

this was fantastic. i love what people can do with two unrelated works. i knew what was going to happen but damn. now i need to rr tsoa.

𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇 | masterlist

"There is no law that the gods must be fair, Achilles. Perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone?" —Chiron, TSOA by Madeline Miller

pairing: Satoru Gojo x fem!reader x Suguru Geto

After your city falls, you become a war price to the swift-footed Satoru Gojo, the strongest of the Greeks. You now have to adjust to your new position in a foreign camp, no longer as a princess of Lyrnessus, but as a symbol of Satoru Gojo's honour.

warnings: angst, smut, mentions of war, blood, killing and fighting, major character death, mentions of pregnancy contents: Satoru as Achilles, Suguru as Patroclus, reader as Briseis, plot with porn, threesome, greek gods and myths, f!reader, use of she/her pronouns, no use of y/n wordcount: 19k

status: completed

alba's note: this is a very loose retelling of the iliad! i took a bunch of liberties, hee hee, but i've always thought that satoru and suguru fit very well into the achilles/patroclus narrative, so i wanted to bring that to life!

this fic is inspired by madeline miller’s the song of achilles and pat barker’s the silence of the girls. both novels are amazing, and i highly recommend them! <3

read on ao3 here.

MINORS, AGELESS AND BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

ACT ONE — A NEW EXISTENCE

ACT TWO — PUNISHMENT OF THE GODS

ACT THREE — SATORU'S WRATH

ACT FOUR — EPILOGUE

completed on 9 august 2024 | divider by cafekitsune

I AM YOU

I need to know Lady in Waiting's response to Knight Aizawa being "married" (a mighty need)

A flair of disappointment hits you as you realize Eri is alone. Her dress is haphazardly pulled over her head, her poor little arms barely pulled through the sleeves. Her hands are still halfway through the openings and fumbling with the front ties of her dress, picking and pulling at the silk clumsily. You rush over and immediately start adjusting.

"Is Sir Aizawa not with you today?" you ask. The dresses aren't his Forte, but he at least knows enough to not let her struggle by herself or to wait for you to arrive.

"He's with my dad," the child explains. The knight and the king go back all the way to their childhood. After the war, when Toshinori rose to power, Aizawa was appointed as guard to the princess- a relatively easy retirement gift.

"Is this going to be the dress I wear to the ball?" Eri asks as you free her hands.

"No, your dress is going to be yellow and much bigger, remember?" Last year, when the princess wore pink, Aizawa was forced into a dashing suit and a matching rose colored pocket square. You wonder if this year will be the same; he's rather dashing in yellow, it brings out just how dark his eyes really are.

"Is your knight going to be at the ball, Eri?"

"Mhm, he always lets me dance on his feet." She lets you tie her ribbons into giant, looping bows. "But last time, he said I was getting too big!"

That's the real reason you've fallen for the man. Despite everything, despite how he wants to appear, he's soft and loving. He treats the princess as if she were his own daughter.

You're aware it's a ridiculous crush; the man has treated you kindly, of course, but there's very little chance that he would ever pursue you. Unlike most Ladies in Waiting, your lineage is not very noble. Your father was a general in his day and the King gave you this position after his death to make sure you were cared for.

"You're getting older. When you're my age, you'll get to dance with whoever you want."

She thinks about this for a moment. "But I only want to dance with my knight."

That pulls a laugh from you, even as your chest aches. "Me too, Princess. He's a very good dancer."

The princess giggles along with you for a long while, helping you finish smoothing her dress.

"Do you know if Sir Aizawa is married, Eri?" you ask suddenly.

"Yeah! He is!"

"Oh, that's very good for him." You pull your lips together to keep your smile despite how your chest suddenly aches, "Is she pretty?"

"I dunno-"

"Say 'I don't know.'"

"I don't know." She stresses her correction, "But Mr. Knight is pretty, so his wife is probably pretty too."

Your heart sinks even farther. Of course, he would have a beautiful partner. Your longing and wondering now feels immature; who are you to be wanting after someone of such a status anyway?

"Wonderful." You pinch a smile on to your cheeks, "That's wonderful for him."

This is how many bullets they shot on a fucking kid.

hi guys 👋 i do have a twitter account hehe @ ichocodog , ANYWAYS the ultimate autism man in this trend bc i love him a lot actually

nanami who peels your orange and then keeps buying them because he thinks you like them, he peels them before he offers them and now you have to keep eating them, it's a never ending cycle