Random Ideas That Others May Like

A blog dedicated to posting about various ideas that come to mind

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Cerulean | 28 | she/her | 18+ MDNI

Hello! This is a side-blog that I hope to use in order to write out and post ideas of mine that I usually keep hidden in my journals and in my mind.

I will mostly be posting drabbles and maybe some actual stories if I can. Posting on here I hope will be something that I can stick with in the long term, but regardless just getting my ideas out of my mind will be very helpful.

[cerulean-jellyfish-moon]

Here is my Apollo Drabble from this post I made some days ago!

Apollo smiled happily as he flipped his sketchbook over as he began to work on another sketch. His previous one had turned out pretty well, a study of a finch that had passed by them just now. 

He was spending his time with Reader, a mortal who he very much cherishes. She wanted to go outside on the outskirts of her town to do some sketching and drawing with one another. 

She expressed that it had been a while and since the weather was really nice that it would make for a nice date.

Apollo happily beamed when she suggested it. He was always happy when his beloved expressed what she wanted and desired. 

Apollo disguised himself a bit in order for other mortals to not wonder why he was glowing. 

His curly blonde hair was short, he kept his tanned skin though changed his eye colour to brown to better blend in. He wore a loose white button up where he kept some of the buttons open and rolled up his sleeves to better work, had dark blue shorts on and sandals. He also wore a few necklaces to complete the look. 

Reader meanwhile wore a green tank top, jean shorts, a pair of orange sneakers and had her hair up in a claw clip that had some small sun motives. He had gifted it to her some time ago. 

To him, she looked wonderful like this, all focused on her art piece. She was drawing the landscape in front of her, but was taking some creative liberties of adding in little details here and there. 

He loved that about her as well, loved seeing her relaxed and creative. 

As he focused on his piece, he decided to draw a lady that he saw earlier as they walked towards this bench. She was dressed very high class, reminding him of Audrey Hepburn even. Reader had agreed, both admiring how elegant she was. Apollo did tell Reader that he would love to see her wear something like that himself, but she playfully brushed it off. 

Apollo frowned remembering that. Her since he met and began to be with her, Reader would have moments where she would brush off ideas of wearing pretty things and seemed to not really take in compliments that he would give her. It did hurt him to see her not accept it. He so badly wanted to curse whoever instilled such a struggle and pain into someone he cherished so much. He so badly wanted to rib out that pain out of her, but he knows it isn’t that simple. 

This was something that he would need to work on for however long it may take for Reader to see that she was beautiful and that she should allow herself to dress up in nice things. 

As he sketched, unintentionally slightly changing the features of the woman to look like Reader, he frowned. 

He could not get the position of the arm correctly. 

Apollo had posed the woman to be seated, her torso slightly turned to the right with her arms behind her head with her elbows facing the sky. 

He just couldn’t get the arms to sit correctly. 

And then, an idea came to mind.

“Reader, dear, would you mind posing for me for a moment?” He asked gently as he turned to face her properly. 

Reader looked up from her piece and smiled at him. “Sure, how should I pose?” She asked, turning towards him after she set aside her own sketchbook and materials. 

Apollo smiled at her. “I need you to slightly turn that way and to place your arms like so.” He said, mimicking the pose he was hoping to recreate. 

Reader did so, smiling at Apollo. “Like this?” She asked. 

Apollo looked at her pose and reached out to place his hand on her torso to get her to curve more to the side, to show off her arched back a bit more and relaxed her arms a bit. 

“Perfect, my love.” He said before he began working. 

Reader kept up her pose, staying perfectly still during the modelling for her immortal lover. 

Apollo worked quickly, getting the general pose down before working on the details. Reader was so good for him, he thought. Perfect as she sat there for him. 

Soon, he was finished and leaned over to kiss Reader. She softly gasped into the kiss, relaxing as she felt his hands touch her body. One hand on her torso and one on her arms, getting her to let go of her pose. He did briefly enter her mouth, making her gently moan before he pulled away. He kissed her forehead, whispering praises for having done such a good job for him. 

Reader smiled, her cheeks now flush with joy. 

The two of them soon went back to drawing. 

Well, Reader was working on her piece, Apollo all the while felt stuck. 

He doodled a bit, but his inspiration seemed to have been halted for now. 

What was it, he wondered. Why has his mind stopped working. 

He thought about it, trying to think if it was something that he subconsciously thought of. 

Perhaps he came up with an idea?

And that is when ideas came storming into his brain.

Ideas of poses and things for Reader to wear.

He could see her wearing a cute sweater in a cafe mid drink, wearing a summer dress whilst walking down the beach, even just her sitting on her couch lounging after a long day at work (why she keeps on insisting on working when he could support her, he will never understand fully).

But… other ideas came to mind.

Canvases and sketchbook pages full of her wearing a Chiton that barely covered anything as she sat in a garden, her wearing Minoan clothing that perfectly framed her bare breasts whilst seated in a luxurious restaurant, her nude on the beach in a hidden alcove as she playfully winks at the viewer. 

His mind raced as he also thought of her in various positions. 

Her perfectly tied up whilst she was stuffed full of a large cock in a barn, her mouth perfectly open as she offers up her mouth for use in a bookstore, her blindfolded as she is caught mid cry in some woods, showing off just how lustful she was for the viewer.

Apollo had the urge to take his love here and now, public be damned. 

But it was thanks to centuries of existing that he held back.

After all, he didn’t know if Reader would want to do such things. 

And he finds that if the other person isn’t willing and eager, then it’s no fun. 

Reader’s groan caught his attention. He watched as she arched her back to stretch as she looked down at her art piece. She frowned before picking up another finaliser and added in some details into the grass. This seemed to please her as she smiled at it.

Apollo smiled at he watched, doing his best to let his lustful thoughts not overtake his mind once more. 

“All is well, my dear?” He asked Reader, scooting closer to her as he looked at her piece. 

Reader smiles brightly at him before showing him her piece. 

He listened to her talk about her vision for the piece, the various materials she used and what she hoped to improve upon later. 

Apollo added in his own comments, teasing her lightly and complimenting her gently. 

Maybe in the future, he could try out some of those wonderful poses…

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Due to the previous post that I made, I was heavily motivated to write out yet another Drabble that may get turned into a fic or not who knows! I am just happy to write out my ideas and share them with others honestly. 

So this time we well get into the MCU, or rather my idea of the MCU cause I have my own issues with it.

Imagine it, Reader is a member of the Avengers. I haven’t thought about what her powers would be, if she would have any, just that she is a member of the team and that she gets along with everyone generally. Perhaps in regards to powers she has a minor, but very effective power that is very versatile (think telekinesis, intangibility etc.). 

Reader is an Omega, though other’s initially view her as a Beta at first due to how weak her scent carries itself and what it smelled like, orange peel with the scent of a library and what other’s expect the moon to smell like. Initially she had been misdesignated as a Beta in her teens before getting re-evaluated in her early adulthood as an Omega. The doctor explained that the misdiagnosis was caused by both the initial doctor’s lack of competence (his licence was taken away some years ago) and by the fact that due to trauma and stress, Reader’s scent was by far weaker as a means of survival. Other parts of her nature, like her heat cycles and general anatomy may also be cause by trauma as well, but it is too hard to tell even for the most skilled of doctors. 

And Reader does what she always does; live life and try to just find joy in something. 

She joins the Avengers just as the team starts up and gets to meet Steve.

Steve is a very typical Alpha in the sense of how he looks and smells, fresh pressed paper and a bit like spices. But he isn’t some jerk who pushes people around. He listens to everyone, no matter their designation. So it’s no wonder that nearly everyone wishes to at least go on a date with him.

Reader included. 

Though she also sees that this man was clearly in mourning, which was more than understandable. She gave him space to mourn the life he wished to live in, where he wanted to rest after fighting the good fight. 

Reader does help Steve adjust to the world he was now in. She was patient with him in regards to explaining things to him (cursing out Nick Fury’s name for overlooking important historical events over the last century) and taking him out on small trips to café’s, going to art supply stores, museums, the works. 

Through these trips, the two of them grow closer and closer. They may not agree on some things and how they handle certain situations, but they can easily debate and talk about various topics with each other. 

And Reader felt safe with him, comfortable and like she could be herself more with him. He seemed to actually like to be with her, to listen to her talk about her various ideas and interests that she has. A part of her tells her that this will just be temporary, that it won’t last. That it never lasts. But Reader pushes those thoughts aside. Telling herself that this time it will be different. 

Just as Reader was working on confessing her feelings towards Steve, one mission happened that changed everything. 

Steve comes back from it, frantic as he tells everyone to be on high alert, that they needed to find someone important to him. 

Bucky Barnes was alive. 

Soon, everyone was on high alert, working for hour to find this man who was thought to be dead. 

Reader also worked tirelessly, though could feel that the stress was making her feel out of sorts. She doesn’t know why, stress was something she was usually used to dealing with without issue. 

But that was something to worry about later. 

And thankfully, Bucky was soon found and brought back to the tower where the others helped to get the man both medical and legal support as quickly as possible. 

During this time, some things came to light that surprised most people. 

Bucky and Steve, both Alpha’s, had actually been together romantically even before the war. This shocked many, since back then relationships between two Alpha’s was still something that was looked down upon. Nowadays however, two Alpha’s being together isn’t seem as anything major. Some old fashioned people may comment about how it would be good if such couples were to add an Omega, though those comments don’t come up too often. 

It’s because of this reveal that the general population and especially people who are in Alpha/Alpha relationships gave them their support and in part helped Bucky get pardoned. 

Also him being a literal POW also helped his case a lot. 

Soon, normalcy fell over the tower. 

Steve was now mostly by Bucky’s side as he worked on getting some of his nicer memories back, helped him find his footing with the help of others and generally had eyes only for Bucky. 

And reader felt like a shit person. 

Cause after all, she should not be feeling like some poor dame whose lover left her. 

Steve was never interested in her. Those moments of lingering touches meant nothing. Him looking at her for longer periods of time? Just lost in thought. 

And the fact that Bucky was such a nice person wasn’t helping her. 

If he was rude, then that selfish part of her soul would feel validated in her feelings. 

But he was kind, he seemed to love that she didn’t treat him like some ticking time bomb like how the others tended to do when talking to him. He seemed almost thankful when she would ask him simple things like how he was, did he like the weather, was he more of a Twizzler or Toffee guy himself etc.. He even joked and they could both laugh easily.

And in those moments, even for a brief moment of time, she did not feel like she was drowning in her own stupid sorrows. 

Hell, in the dark of the night, she could admit that she also was developing feelings for him as well.

That she loved his charm, his wit, hell, his scent of sandalwood and a fresh bakery in the morning really did her in. 

Sure, poly relationships were normal in this day in age especially, but that didn’t mean that everyone wanted to be in one. 

It didn’t help that online people posted about their own ‘controversial takes on dynamics’, which wasn’t unusual since that happened frequently enough. 

But seeing posts of people talking about how good it is for an Alpha/Alpha couple to exist without some Omega getting in the middle of it to ruin it was a breath of fresh air. Their relationship proved that one doesn’t need an Omega. 

Add this with her own deep rooted feelings of feeling like she was an awful Omega both for the trauma she faced and due to not wanting pups, certainly made her mental health far worse.

But this, this she was used to. 

Years of working and talking and laughing whilst feeling like her insides were covered in lava and scooped out with a sharp ice cream scooper made her good at this. 

Good at acting like all was well, that nothing bad was happening. 

Reader easily ignores how much her soul seemed to hurt, how badly she wanted to wail and scream out in pain. 

But she also reminded herself that such thoughts were ridiculous, that she was being a spoiled brat for no reason and to just enjoy being friends with two Alpha’s whose scent just so happen to soothe her so much to the point where she felt like a puddle. 

Besides, now that everything has settled, they looked happy. 

She won’t ruin it.

Nobody needs to know her pain.

Nobody needs to know her disgusting thoughts at night that sometimes produced a large amount of slick that would make her change out her nesting materials.

Nobody needed to know that late at night she would go into the lounge room and bury her face into the pillow that either Bucky or Steve had used and mewl for a few minutes before dragging herself off of it, changing the pillow cover and throwing the used cover into the wash. 

Nobody needed to smell the disgusting mingling of scents between her own and the established couple. 

She refuses to ruin it all for them both. 

For the others to see her as some disgusting creature who is too greedy, who can’t take a hint. 

No doubt they would kick her out and tell everyone with access to the internet how awful of a person she is. 

And no doubt the general public would use her as an example of how ‘bad Omega’s never learn their place’. 

So she hid it all. 

The only place where she would share her turmoils was in her journals. 

She knew that her teammates were many things, but snooping through someone’s personal journal wasn’t one of them. 

Besides, she was acting so normal that no one would think to look through there for no reason. 

So… why did she feel her usual heat cycle coming in so strongly.

And why were Steve and Bucky talking to her and checking in on her more than usual? 

And… was her body changing?

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Omegaverse Ideas

So over the years of being online and reading various fics that include the tag ‘Omegaverse’, it has gotten me to think about what exactly such a universe would be like if I were to write it out. 

This isn’t a concrete set of ideas, but instead just a collection of things that I thought of over the years. 

Scents;

Scents were always something that I always found fascinating and I am surprised that there aren’t people out here making quizzes, memes and other things where they figure out what their scent would be in the Omegaverse.

After some thinking, here are some of my ideas for general scent groups for each designation. 

Omega: Omegas generally tend to have a sweet, but also soothing scent. It’s pretty common for an Omega to smell like fruits and other naturally sweet things. Some smell like artificial sweetness as well. For many, the scent of an Omega feels like you have been re-energized. Not in any extreme way, but mores like looking out of the window and seeing the sun after a stormy day and deciding to go out for a nice walk way. When upset or in distress, they tend to smell like rotting fruit that makes anyone recoil. 

Alpha: Alpha’s tend to smell like things that can ground a person, even remind them of home. Scents such as sandalwood, bakeries, fresh paper etc, are very common scents. When upset, their scent becomes very strong and can stretch out over long distances. 

Beta: I know that generally Beta’s in most fics either smell like nothing or at most have a faint scent, but I did want to give them something. While their scent glands aren’t as big as say Omega’s or Alpha’s, Beta’s can produce a scent as well. They usually tend to smell pretty neutral, like freshly cut grass at the strongest, and like what people imagine a sunset to smell like at the weakest. Their scent tends to in a way both harmonise and neutralise the other strong scents from Omega’s and Alpha’s, thus many people enjoy their scent. When upset, Beta’s scent tends to just nullify any scent in the general area that they may be in. 

Scent-coverage varies greatly. Some enjoy scent patches, others like using a pill and some like using accessories like chokers and some may just use specially made turtlenecks to help with that. 

Heats;

Heats are something that can very vastly range between Omega’s. 

For some, their heat comes once a year, for others twice a year and even for some once a month. The frequency can differ from one person to another. 

How long it may last can also vary, completely independent to how often it occurs in a year. For some, it can last 3 day, for others it’s a 24 hour thing and for others it’s a whole week thing. 

The symptoms can also range drastically. The general symptoms are feeling warmer than usual, any type of article of clothing feeling horrible on the skin, the need to be filled up and taking the knot of an Alpha and needing to be filled with their come as well. Though some may only have some of these symptoms. Some may just feel very sickly, others feeling pains during this time even. 

Nests;

Nests are mostly made by Omega’s, though for some Alpha’s and Beta’s it can be very beneficial for them to make one as well. 

Nests are something very intimate for many Omega’s, who would only allow certain people to enter it if if they are very close, whether that be due to being related or having a strong bond with each other. 

It’s pretty common for Omega’s to use clothing items and other materials that smell like those trusted people in their lives. Though some Omega’s may just use a variety of soft items in their nest. For some having too many scents may be overwhelming for them when they are trying to rest. 

Unfortunately, I haven’t thought about what ruts may be like and I may have missed some other things in this as well. I just really wanted to share my ideas with you guys!

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The princess and her pet blob

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the girl who won’t grow up

seeing all the leaked screencaps of the aged up gaang got me thinking about yue </3

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)

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Along with getting into greek mythology x reader ideas, I also fell into the interest of Odypen x Reader ideas.

Well, one idea came to mind really.

So imagine it, it’s the modern day and Odysseus has to go on a business trip on a cruise trip. He does not want to at all, especially since Penelope just gave birth and he wants to be there for her. But Penelope assures him that his parents will help out and that he needs to go on this business trip for the sake of the business. 

Odysseus reluctantly agrees and goes on this trip. 

Unfortunately some days later, the news reports that the cruise liner had been caught up in a storm and could not be found. 

Penelope does not lose hope for a moment. 

Not when the search party eventually ends. 

Not when others ask her when the funeral will take place.

Not when she takes over the role of CEO at their company.

Not when her father in law passes away shortly thereafter. 

Not on each of Telemachus’ birthday parties that she hosts. 

Not when her mother in law also passes away. 

Not when some of Odysseus ‘trusted’ colleagues try to romance Penelope. 

Not once does she waver. 

She does allow herself to cry late into the night when no one but the moon could see her tears. She worries that Odysseus is lost somewhere without help, that he is slowly dying, or worse, that he had died years ago. 

But she assures herself that until they find the body that she will still believe that he is alive and well. 

Once her secretary, who had been in the company for many decades, goes into a well deserved retirement, Penelope goes to look for a new secretary. 

Word had spread of Penelope, so a lot of men applied for the job. Some where indeed qualified for the job, but Penelope did not hire them. Some she didn’t even interview to begin with, given how obvious they were even in their application e-mails. 

Some women did apply and many were well suited for the job, but there were at times some things that Penelope would see and pick up on that made it clear that they would not do well for the job. But those who she knew would do well elsewhere she would tell fellow CEO’s of other companies about them to see if they would like to hire them instead. 

But then, Reader came into her office for the interview.

While looking slightly nervous for the interview, which from Penelope’s experience was perfectly normal, she could instantly tell that she would do well at this job. 

Besides her clear qualifications, Penelope just had this pulling feeling that hiring her would be a good idea. 

The interview went well and Penelope interviewed a few more people before she finally goes over all of the candidates and thinks over who to hire. 

After much thinking, Penelope decided on Reader. 

And once she began working for her, everything fell oddly into place. Like it just made sense that Reader would do well here. 

Over the months and soon years, Reader would express herself more openly around Penelope. She never hid her disgust at the men who tried to hit on Penelope, made jokes about things that would happen in the office, even just being a good person that Telemachus meets and ends up looking up to. 

She felt comfortable and happy with Reader by her side during meetings and long work days where everything felt like it was too much. 

Reader meanwhile over the years realised something that she would never share with anyone outside of her journal. 

She was falling in love with Penelope. 

Which was awful of her. 

Here was Penelope, still loving her husband, no matter what. 

And here she was, loving a woman who would never look at anyone else with those love filled eyes whenever she would look at a picture of Odysseus on her desk. How she spoke with such tenderness whenever she would recall something Odysseus did when they were younger. 

Reader decided to push her own feelings to the side, to be at the very least a good employee for Penelope. 

But over the years, they do grow closer together as friends and even spend time together outside of work. 

All was well for Reader, she could work on this and just focus on being a good friend for Penelope and bury her feelings deep within her soul. She can push aside how badly she wishes to hug the older woman, how badly she wanted to admire her face for longer periods of time without shame, to tell her how beautiful her slowly greying parts of her hair were, how she wished to kiss her and help her make dinner. 

But that would never happen.

Penelope meanwhile herself was starting to feel certain things herself, but could not quite sense why that was. 

She always felt calmer whenever Reader would arrive to work, laugh easier and feel like she could properly breathe when Reader would die with her in regards to those ‘wannabe suitors’, felt her chest ease whenever Reader would listen to Telemachus talk about his weekly obsession and treat him like a person and never talked down to him like some of her friends would do unintentionally. 

But she pushed those thoughts aside, figuring that it was nothing other than her being happy that she made friends with someone so compassionate. 

And of course, the suitors got worse. 

So Penelope got creative. 

Something in her told her that Odysseus would return soon, so why not fuck with these men who had been more of a burden for the company than a help? 

Just like in the original tale, Odysseus used a bow that was impossible to set up and draw. And here, he was active in competitive archery and left his bow behind for Penelope to look after. 

So she gives them a challenge that they would of course want to do. During the annual company party nonetheless. 

Set up the bow properly, draw an arrow through 12 moving rings and hit the bullseye. 

If they fail even once, they have to leave her alone. 

If they succeed, they can take her out on a date. 

And sure enough, they try and fail at doing so. 

But then, a raggedy man enters the party. 

Reader spots him first and is worried about this man not being well. She approaches him and tells him that she can get him some water and some snacks and if needed, even call an ambulance for him if he needs it. 

The man however warmly smiles at her, thanks her for her kindness, but that he came here to finish some much needed business before walking towards the bow that was left on a table. 

Reader did have to admit that the man looked really handsome and had a nice voice, but pushed those feelings to the side. 

Soon, everyone watched as this man without struggling sets up the bow properly, pulls back the arrow with ease and hits his target without breaking a sweat. 

Silence fell over the party, even the music was cut off. 

Reader watched as Penelope approached the man and got a good look at him.

Sure enough, this was her husband, back from the dead.

But the reunion doesn’t last too long before one of the ‘suitors’ tries to start a fight with ‘this crazy old man’. 

Well, tried, since Odysseus easily throws him over his shoulder like a rag doll. 

Everyone listened to Odysseus yelling at the man and at all of the men who tried to be with his wife whilst he was still alive, how they didn’t love and care about his wife truly. 

Everything passed by in a blur for Reader for the next few days. 

Those men were fired, Odysseus was finally taken to a hospital, he got to rest up at home for about a week before he became too antsy and needed to work again and properly spent time with his son. 

Soon, the routine fell into place. 

Odysseus and Penelope ran the company together as CEO’s, took turns on which day who would be in the office so that the other would be at home to care for Telemachus and managed to make the place run even smoother than before. 

Reader meanwhile… didn’t know how to feel, which only made her hate herself more. 

She is supposed to be happy for Penelope, happy that her husband is back, happy that everything has turned for the better. 

But also, that she shouldn’t look at her technically new boss, but also not really, like he was something to gawk at. 

Like it’s okay to find his greying hair attractive, to find his quips and calm dealings of others admirable and wonderful to watch, how steady and warm his hands felt when he caught Reader before she fell down a flight of stairs and just how badly she wanted to get to know more about him.

But she was being selfish. 

Neither of them would be interested in her.

They were happily married with a child, had a healthy relationship and from the one time she accidentally walked in on them getting in on in the break room early in the morning, had a healthy sex life as well.

Reader felt like a shit person who should never see her two bosses like this. Two, married to each other and are soulmates, bosses like she had some chance. 

She told herself that she was just being a creep and to stop it. 

And while she does visit Penelope occasionally, she does give her some distance so that she can catch up with her husband properly. 

Little does she know that said couple often looked at her with adoration and… something else. 

[cerulean-jellyfish-moon]

This is a bit different from my usual posts, but rn I am heavily fixated on general Greek Mythology X Reader ideas! 

I am thinking of an idea of some of the greek gods existing in the modern world and each of them have changed over the centuries. I don’t do well with writing toxic X Reader fics, thus if I were to do a series or even just a Drabble of each of the gods it would all be decently healthy. 

Generally my thought process was to have Reader be someone who treats the gods like she would any regular person, which would make the gods adore her even more whilst having their own unique reactions. 

Some of the ideas include the following prompts;

Hades and Persephone going on a date together in the winter, walking around a cemetery and seeing just how much things have changed in regards to how mortals remember the dead. They then see Reader also walking around. Not because they have anyone there to mourn, but just enjoy the silence of it all. Perhaps also Reader has a dark sense of humour to cope with her own traumas, which Hades and Persephone do like about her. 

Zeus and Hera are actually on good terms. It took them literal centuries for them to figure out how to work out properly, or at least to the point where innocent lives aren’t affected by their actions. One day Zeus was overseeing a nice storm that had to be done (much to the whining of Apollo), when he sees a mortal opening up her window to fully listen to the rain, wind and thunder going on. Her face had a massive smile on it. Now for a mortal to enjoy his storms wasn’t uncommon, but something about her caught his interest. Having learned from the past, he tells Hera all about it, detailing the woman and how much she seemed to enjoy the storm. Hera, while not as enraptured by this person, does see how much this does affect her husband and decides to see this mortal herself. She won’t do anything, she just knows that Zeus can sometimes be a bit dramatic. 

Anddddd there are other ones, but those were the ones that just came to mind. 

Some of the smaller ideas I had in mind were things like;

Dionysus loving a mortal who due to her own trauma, panics at the scent of alcohol and he decides to help her however he can without crossing her boundaries. 

Athena and Reader have a more queer-platonic relationship going on and end up meeting up for long conversations about books that they have read and talking about the current state of the world. 

Ares, Aphrodite and Hephaestus all have a looser poly relationship going on in my mind for this series, it took them a few centuries to figure out the right balance. 

Apollo asking Reader, who he paints with, if she would be his model for a painting as a fun exercise for himself and promises to do the same for her. When she does, his mind races with various outfits he would love for her to wear and places to do the posing in. He even thinks up of various more forbidden places to do some more erotic art as well…

But those are just random ideas! If anyone would be interested in other ideas, let me know!

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Here is a more spicy idea for Katara x Reader, that would belong in the same general series as these two posts.

Warning: dom/sub dynamic, nipple clamps, dildo, slight dirty talk

So imagine, Katara and Reader decide to visit the slowly growing Southern Water Tribe (SWT) for the first time as a couple. 

Katara is excited to show Reader parts of her culture and having her love get to know her grandmother and father was also something that she had been looking forward to. 

Reader was nervous, worried that no one in the tribe would like her, especially her girlfriends family. While Sokka liked her a lot, she still worried that the rest of the family would not be as open. 

But to her immense relief, they actually accepted her. In fact, they adored her! They could see just how much Katara loved her and how well they balanced each other. 

The rest of the tribe was also very welcoming towards Reader, talking to her and getting to know her and asking her questions about Republic City and about herself. 

Katara was practically beaming at all of this, overjoyed that her love was being accepted by her home. 

Thus, she wanted to spoil her a bit. 

It was still early into their stay and they decided to take a walk around the tribe and on the outskirts a bit. 

The others within the tribe when seeing the pair did notice that Reader looked more flushed than she had been the previous day. But not by much to where it was alarming. She also spoke a bit less, sounding a bit out of breath even. They were a bit concerned, but figured that this was just her still adjusting to the extreme cold that she was not used to. Perhaps the adrenaline of arriving here and meeting everyone had died down and now everything was catching up to her, they assumed. 

Katara easily guided her around and mainly chatted for them when stopped, but mostly kept to walking around. Pretty much everyone in the tribe could see that they were on a date and left them be. 

As they walked around the outskirts of the tribe, Katara started to whisper purring words of praise that dripped with honey. Telling her how good of a sub she was being for her and how proud she was of her for doing this. Reader whimpered at last once alone, panting and at one point burying her flushed face into her doms neck. 

Soon, they return to they’re hut, where it was just them. A fire was soon going before Katara got up and told Reader to take off her coat, her voice smooth as silk. 

Reader took a shaky breath, lightly moaning as she pulled the heavy coat off of her body to reveal that she wore nothing underneath. She was perfectly bare for Katara to look at. Her breasts were perfectly round, with her nipples hard both from the slight chill and from the clamps that gave her that perfect pinch. They were perfectly connected to each other via a chain of silver that had small crescent moons hanging off of the centre of the chain and on each clamp. To the delight of both Katara and Reader, they reminded them of Reader’s place as a sub. 

Katara hummed, pleased to see her sub so perfectly lewd in such a state. She approached her love and pulled on the chain, making the other woman moan, before kissing her deeply. She could never get enough of the feeling of being clothed while her love was so perfect all nude. She loved her body, every inch of it. She loved how soft and round she was. If possible, Katara would love to see her love like this all the time. Flushed with desire and love. 

She pulled back from the kiss and told her sub to take off her pants and boots. 

Reader pants, nodding before moaning out a soft yes and did as she was instructed. 

Reader could feel the soft fur on the ground beneath her bare feet once she was out of her thick boots. And soon, her pants also came off and with it, the last bit of clothing attached to her. 

Katara hummed, praising Reader as she looked at her very much wet thighs and could see the tip of a wooden dildo sticking out of her subs pussy. She had done so well with walking around with it stuffing her so perfectly. That her training was going so well. That she was being such a good slut for her dom. 

Reader moans, thanking her dom for the praise. 

Soon, Reader is crying out whilst her dom had her bend over a table whilst the dildo was firmly thrusted into her aching hole. 

Katara praised her, telling her how beautiful her cries were, how good it was to hear her pussy squelch so much with pleasure. 

Reader would cry out, coming hard around the delicious wooden cock. 

Katara then instructed for Reader to get on her knees and clean the dildo with her mouth, which she does with many moans and giving her dom a perfect show of lust. 

More than pleased, Katara pulled down her pants and tells Reader that she has earned her reward.

Overjoyed, Reader crawls towards her dom on her hands and knees before doing as instructed. 

After giving her dom much pleasure and savouring the taste, Reader felt her mind was all nice and fluffy. 

Katara saw this and glowed with joy as she warmly smiled at her sub. She had done so well today and she would give her all of the love she more than deserved. 

She helped Reader clean up her face, by wiping the juices from her dom via her fingers for Reader to lick off. Reader happily does this and relaxes when Katara helps to gently remove the clamps from her aching breasts. 

Katara strips down herself before moving them both to their shared bed that was covered in soft furs. 

Reader nearly purred at the feeling beneath her nude body, snuggling up close to her love as she felt herself drift off to sleep. 

Katara knew that they would later talk about the details of their perfect scene as they always did. But for now, the both of them would rest until it was time to have dinner.

[poodpoopsie]

Role Reversal Concepts of Princess! Mai and Bodyguard/Assassin! Azula for Maizula Week… the actual piece probably won’t even be as dark lol but yeah I overthought this entire au so much…

[aisatsaa]

KATAANG DARKFANTASY!AU pt.1

[cerulean-jellyfish-moon]

Alright, so I have been thinking of this idea now for actual literal years now. A question that I don’t see many people actually talking about or even mentioning. 

The idea that, possibly, some Airnomads survived the genocide at the Air Temples. 

In canon we know that the Firenation did set up various traps for the remaining Airnomads to fall into by using various items in the temples. This was done cause Airnomads were known for not always being at the temples, that they would travel a lot. This information is pretty wide spread, however the following bits of info aren’t too well known. 

Back when the series first began airing, in 2006 a trading card game was released for the series. And amongst the cards we meet 2 characters who always stuck with me ever since I learned of them by chance via a Youtube video back in 2012. Their names were Malu and Afiko. While the cards and thus the characters within them never became canon, I still cannot help but imagine a scenario in which they are. 

They both represent more layers to the 100 Year War as a whole. 

Afiko was a deeply jealous and horrible man who betrayed and sold out his people to the Firenation due to him feeling jealousy about Aang being the Avatar. How he would eventually be killed by Sozin for being a traitor early on in the war. 

And Malu managed to survive and spent years honing her skills with Airbending until she could use it to fight back against the Firenation and becoming a legend amongst the locals of the Earth Kingdom. How she would eventually according to some claims move into the mountains, where she was never seen again. 

These two characters certainly make me think about possible stories and OC’s and Reader stories where the possibility of Airnomads surviving the war and lived on. 

Perhaps some kept to themselves, others did they’re best to blend in and live a decent life. 

And some even met someone and had children with them. 

That perhaps the ability to Airbend was passed down from one generation to the next. 

Perhaps that ability was very weak due to the imbalance of the world, but did come back once Aang and the Gaang ended the war for good. 

Perhaps the return to it was gradual as the world slowly healed and thus things began to grow back.

Like an acorn planting itself into the ground and slowly a sprout pops up out of the ground.

It’s not the same as it had been previously, but the forest is returning. 

That alone is an idea that has been haunting my life now for years that I hope to use in a proper fanfic someday. 

But for now I have it as the basis for a potential Reader story of sorts. 

Essentially, Reader grew up in the Earth Kingdom, deeply inland surrounded by mountains. She lived with her mother, father, and grandmother. 

As a young child all was well. Though there would be nights where her grandmother would cry out in her sleep, telling others to stay away and to not burn her. That her friends stay with her and to not go into that cave. Sobs would soon take over and Reader would be left in the dark completely still and filled with horror and confusion. 

Her grandmother never talked about her upbringing, just that the Firenation had attacked her and she was lucky enough to flee to this town. 

All was decently well until Reader’s father was drafted to fight in the war. She never saw him again. 

Her mother worked day in and day out to support them. She would soon grow sick and Reader had to step in real quickly. Unfortunately she too would not last long due to a rather harsh winter that year. 

Reader would try to grow closer to her grandmother, but she had her days.

Some days she would be open and vaguely talk about certain fruits and desserts that Reader had never heard of before.

Others she was completely closed off, even snapping at Reader if she was doing anything. She would apologise in the evening, explaining that she wished that she was a better grandmother. 

While she loved her, Reader felt a mixture of feelings towards her grandmother. 

Those days of harsh shifts in heightened emotions only grew worse when the news that Avatar Aang had retuned and was going to end the war. 

While Reader was happy and very hopeful at the future, her grandmother completely isolated herself from everyone. Snapping at anyone who tried to talk to her, expressing how worried they were for her. 

She would yell at how unfair it was. How the Avatar was a coward who should’ve stood by his people. How her pain would not have happened if it were not for him. 

Everyone left her alone, but Reader did her best to care for her by making her food that would sometimes be eaten. She did notice that her grandmother ate less meat and more vegetables. So she made more, wanting her only living relative to have a full belly. 

Finally, when the war was declared over, Reader rushed home and happily told her grandmother all about it. 

Her grandmother had been sleeping more and more lately, so to walk in to wake her wasn’t unusual. 

To her despair, her grandmother had passed away in her sleep. 

Others would tell her that she had been old and did live a full life. That she must’ve known that the war was over and could now finally rest. 

She died with a smile on her face, so she must’ve died in relative peace. 

Reader does her best to mourn her loss as she kept on working. 

But one day, something happened. 

She was walking home late at night when suddenly a branch fell from above her. Reader saw this and put up her hand out of reflex and suddenly a massive gust of wind pushed the branch away. 

Shocked, Reader thought at first that it must’ve been nature’s doing or even some kind spirit. 

But, she had felt this energy in her moving. It felt cooling, but also calming in a sense. 

Reader looks around and does the action again. And sure enough, the leaves on the trees danced and fluttered about. 

Reader rushes to the house of the leader of their community, who was about to go to sleep. 

But seeing her Airbend, genuinely Airbend, kept him very much awake. 

That night and the next day it was discussed on what this could mean. 

Finally, everyone could come to a general consensus on what had happened. 

Reader’s grandmother had been a young Airbender who managed to survive, lived her life and Airbending was passed down to Reader. 

Reader and the others in the village all decided that it would be best for Reader to directly inform the Avatar of this. They give her supplies and an Ostrich Horse to travel to Republic City, where he resided mostly. 

Reader takes this journey and whilst on her way, she stresses over what to say to Avatar Aang. 

How to tell him that Airbending at least wasn’t completely dead, how she herself was unsure on what that meant to her identity, how she doesn’t know if she would make for a good monk, how her grandmother had been a complicated person who she now sees as someone who desperately needed to feel less alone in the world, how scared she was about all of this. 

After many days, she arrives in Republic City. 

She is stunned by the architecture, at all of the people, about everything happening all at once. 

It was almost overwhelming. 

But she kept moving forward. 

She passed by various vendors selling all sorts of things, people chatting and talking to one another. She was so focused on trying to find Avatar Aang that she didn’t take notice of the various people who were staring at her, mostly since her Ostrich Horse was calmly following her. 

She kept on walking, trying to find where the Avatar resided exactly, or if he was even in the city to begin with. 

Just as Reader sighed and leaned against a wall, she was surprised to see Avatar Aang helping out some people.

She quickly got up and tried to reach him. 

But a crowd of people would not let her through. She tried to push past, but they would not budge. 

Finally, full of frustration and wanting this to be over with, she tried something that would either go well or she’ll get seriously hurt by it.

With what limited knowledge she had on Airbending, she projectiled herself up into the air, going over several people, before landing in front of Avatar Aang and telling him everything.

Though really, it was more like word vomit and she was producing a lot of air currents around herself due to sheer stress. 

The Avatar’s face grew from shock, to realisation, to a mixture of sadness and joy. 

Out of all of the things to happen, she did not expect for him to hug her. 

Now that she was in his arms, she did notice how he was decently tall and while muscular, felt rather comforting. He also smelled of incense and like a fresh breeze in the morning. 

She hugged him back.

… and from there idk. I may continue this drabble another time perhaps. 

[queerdiazs-deactivated20250108]

the urge to write never leaves but the motivation to do so is a lover lost at war

[aisatsaa]

shopping🤓

[nohardheroes]

AVATAR SONAM

Avatar: Aang, the Last Airbender

[singse]

I lowkey need more aang x air bender reader☹️ poor aang suffer enough with being the last air bender. So if you know any fic here on tumblr, ao3, wattpad, or whereever else please let me know 😔

unfortunately, i don't know any fics with that concept in mind. :( but if anyone does, please help out and leave any links in the replies!

[cerulean-jellyfish-moon]

While I don't have anything written up yet, I do want to write up some possible fics where Reader is an Airbender and how that would look like. I both want to see our communal egg happy and would like to see how that would play out as a whole.

[cerulean-jellyfish-moon]

Continuation from my previous Katara Drabble! This time I wanted to dive into how Reader and Katara would end up together. 

My thought was that Reader and Katara end up working on a lot of projects with each other and get to know one another. 

I had thought about whether or not Reader would be a bender and if so what kind. I did think about her being a Waterbender who perhaps was from a town in the Earth Kingdom. Maybe her mother or another relative had left the Northern Water Tribe due to how restrictive they were being. And since Reader was the only Waterbender in her family, she didn’t have any real teacher. So she focused on learning everything there is to know about architecture (the details on what Reader does for the city aren’t fully fleshed out tbh…). 

Katara learns about this and offers to teach Reader some Waterbending. Reader is very happy about the offer, but also worries about being bothersome towards Katara since she has so much to do already. But Katara insists that she would be more than happy to teach her (and in the future, teach her all kinds of other things as well…). 

Perhaps after a long week of working on some last minute things, Katara and Reader end up going to Readers apartment where they ate and had a bit of some wine that Katara was gifted after an important meeting with a representative from the Earth Kingdom. 

They sip on their wine and giggle as they recount some of the more absurd things that had happened that week. 

Soon, the conversation calms down, both of them sitting in relative calming silence. They look out of the window and admire the night sky that blanketed over the city.

Reader however does ask Katara something that she had been meaning to ask; what had she done on her trip some months ago?

Katara takes a moment to think. Should, or rather, could she be honest with Reader? Would she understand? Would it ruin their friendship? 

Katara takes a deep breath for herself, which does make Reader worried. But Katara assures her that it was okay, that she wanted to be honest with her. 

So she tells her everything. Her attraction towards women, her interest in doing far more than what was the norm in regards to sex, all of it. 

Katara tells Reader that she could understand if Reader wanted some distance from her due to this, even offering to have someone else help Reader with upcoming projects. 

But to her shock, Reader objects. Saying that she would never dream of working with anyone else. 

Her gaze quickly shifted from the view outside to Reader, who sat there and looked at her with those big eyes of hers. 

Her entire being looked like it was aching, almost like it needed Katara. 

If asked later, Katara doesn’t know who moved closer first, just that soon the both of them were kissing each other deeply. 

Soft gasps, wet sounds of mouths opening for one another and gentle moans echoed the walls of the apartment. Katara quickly dominated Reader’s mouth, getting a wonderful feel for the other woman and relishing in the feeling. Her hands gently moved downwards, feeling Readers body, feeling out each curve and bit of exposed skin that she would get ahold of. Katara felt that side of her coming out, hundreds of ideas on how to pleasure Reader came to mind all at once. But she held back, not wanting to overwhelm Reader. 

When pulling away, Reader looked utterly blissed out, so happy with it all. Katara felt a thrill of joy pouring through her, feeling complete joy that her actions made Reader happy. 

When she notices that Reader was clearly also tired, she moves them to the bedroom. She simply kisses Reader’s cheek when she protested against it, wanting to do more. 

Katara gently cupped her face, kissing her so softy before telling her that they will continue this later. But that they both needed to rest.

Reader relents, understanding the logic behind it. She tries to undress herself, but Katara helps her and soon the both of them lay in bed. 

They kissed each other in a wonderful mixture of lust and the kind of comfortable peace you can only find if your about to fall asleep.