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Ambrosia - "Biggest Part of Me" [x]
#Ambrosia#Ambrosia band#ambrosiaedit#David Pack#Joe Puerta#Burleigh Drummond#Christopher North#Biggest Part of Me#yacht rock#soft rock#progressive rock#classic rock#rock#80's#80's music#my gifs
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Better bro hang, Ambrosia or Refugee?
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Marcille saving a lock of everyone's hair after they pass.....
#dungeon meshi#marcille donato#she makes some sort of accesory or somtehign with it#like a hair band or something for ambrosia#laois touden#falin touden#chilchuk dungeon meshi#senshi
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Spooky Tooth Co-founder, “Dream Weaver” Gary Wright Dies at 80
- Keyboardist and singer collaborated with George Harrison and Ringo Starr
Gary Wright, the Spooky Tooth co-founder who pioneered synth rock with 1975’s the Dream Weaver, has died.
Wright was 80 and had been diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease and dementia.
Ambrosia, the band that backed Wright on his final gigs, called the musician “a big part of our hearts,” in announcing his death.
“Gary's iconic music added so much to our shows, and we always enjoyed having him with us,” the group said.
Wright was an original member of Spooky Tooth before going solo. Former Traffic (and later, Fleetwood Mac) guitarist Dave Mason said,” there’s a certain (and sure) brotherhood from those days, during that incredible era of rock ’n’ roll.”
“He leaves us all with great songs and was one of the good guys in this business,” Mason said of Wright. “I’ll miss this lifetime friend. Blessings, Dream Weaver.”
Wright collaborated with George Harrison throughout the 1970s, beginning with All Things Must Pass. His biggest solo success came with his 1975 album, the Dream Weaver, whose title track and “Love is Alive” became Wright’s best-known songs - numbers he would perform with Ringo Starr’s All Starr Band in the following century.
“Gary's vibrant personality and exceptional talent made every moment together truly enjoyable,” Stephen Bishop said. “His legacy will live on for many years to come.”
Wright released his final solo album, Connected, in 2010.
“May Gary Wright rest in peace and love,” Todd Rundgren’s Spirit of Harmony Foundation said.
9/5/23
#gary wright#spooky tooth#dave mason#traffic#ambrosia#stephen bishop#george harrison#ringo starr#the beatles#spirit of harmony foundation#fleetwood mac#ringo starr & the all starr band
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mood #42
“70s cali coastal drive”
♡ send me a mood and i’ll make a playlist ♡
#mood 42#pilot#glen campbell#looking glass#little river band#stealers wheel#10cc#the bellamy brothers#ambrosia#gerry rafferty#chris norman#suzi quatro#fleetwood mac#steely dan#eagles#paul mccartney#wings#electric light orchestra#playlist#music#spotify#spotify playlist#song rec#70s music#70s aesthetic#Spotify#california#70s california
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Honestly the amount of times I listen to Eat Your Heart is entirely unhealthy but also extremely valid
#it makes me absolutely FERAL#JUST#ALL OF IT IS SO GOOD AND IT MAKES ME SAD THAT THERE ISN'T A MUSIC VIDEO FOR IT#BUNNY AND BAND PLEAAASSSSSSSEEEEEEEEE#EAT YOUR HEART OUT CASANOVA#LOVE IS A BITTERSWEET AMBROSIA#Rabbit#Rabbit SPG#SPG Rabbit#Steam Powered Giraffe#SPG#Spotify
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i won’t be a puppet of a person much longer. i’ll Be again soon
#new mcr soon... idk why this band is like such ambrosia for autistic people but good god i need it#danny speaks
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honestly not a st fan but here I am spreading some Ambrosia (band) love (also it took me a while to edit this)
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pleeeease do more hyuck + mark sub, this time giving pleasure to their dom 💓💓
Bruised knees and honey lips. - mark lee & lee donghyuck
Requested: yes.
Words: 1167
Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), threesome, dom!Reader, sub! Haechan, sub!Mark
A/N: Me? Reappearing once every blue moon to post a fic? More likely than you think. Enjoy!
Pretty boys belong on their knees.
That's what you always say, and what they always agree with. No matter what, you can always be sure they're going to kneel for you.
Today isn't any different.
Mark is the first one to do that, falling down on his knees as soon as you step closer to him. He stares at you with those big, brown eyes, and your heart skips a beat. No one should be allowed to look like that, not even your Mark.
You caress his face, watching in content as he nuzzles into your hand.
Haechan, sitting on the edge of the bed, stares quietly at you. You can feel his piercing gaze all over your body, almost burning. You wonder if that's how they feel, when you're the one looking at them.
"I've missed you."
His tone, soft and warm, makes you smile.
"I've missed you too." you reply. "Both of you."
You know those words are enough to make Haechan feel included, despite the fact that you seem not to be paying him any attention. Honestly, it's quite the opposite: you're perfectly aware of his every move, every shift in his expressions. You're just not looking at him.
"I'm gonna need something from you." you state, and you notice their ears perk up. "Think you can make me feel good?"
Mark nods enthusiastically before you're even done talking, while Haechan doesn't reply. You know exactly what he wants, but you're not willing to give it to him. Not yet.
"May I?" Mark gestures to your jeans, ready to take them off.
As you nod, he unbuttons them, and slowly helps you to get undressed. He'd take off your shirt as well, but he leaves that to Haechan - if he decides to join you, that's it.
He kisses your inner thighs, drunk on the pretty sounds coming out of your mind. If he could, he'd record every single one of them, and then he'd play them on repeat. Hooking one finger over the band of your panties, he pulls them down, but before he can do anything else, you move away.
You make your way to the bed, sitting right next to Haechan - who's still staring at you, definitely enjoying the sight before his eyes, as you can tell by the tent in his pants. You spread your legs, motioning for Mark to get closer, and he follows suit.
You watch him take in the view, licking his lips as if he was already tasting you. Sitting on his heels, hands resting on his thighs, you know he's waiting for your approval.
How obedient. It makes you wanna tease him.
"Stick out your tongue." you command, and he does.
He watches as you spread your folds, coating your fingers in your juices - obscene moans leaving your mouth - and then bring them close to his face.
"Lick."
He's eager, and that drives you insane. He cleans your fingers perfectly, as if he were tasting the most delicious meal ever. Truth be told, he does think you're the closest thing to ambrosia that ever existed. If he were a god, that would be the only thing he feasted on.
Still, he's patiently waiting for you to tell him that he can put his mouth on you. And who are you to deny him such pleasure?
His tongue his warm, drawing circles and eight-figures on your sex, causing you to loudly moan as he does so. You watch him intently, fighting the urge to just lie on your back and enjoy it. You meet his gaze, eyes glossy and almost teary: it leaves you speechless.
Your hand flies to his head, pulling his hair, desperately trying to pull him even closer than he already is. The other one grabs Haechan's thigh, hard enough to leave bruises - you'll have to check the next morning.
Turning your attention to the boy sitting next to you, you smile. He's way more aroused than you imagined, and that plays in your favour.
"Join us?" you ask, tilting your head to the side.
He nods almost immediately, eager to take part in your sinful play.
"Take off my shirt."
He doesn't need to be told twice. He unbuttons it as quickly as he can - and you're almost sure you see a button flying somewhere, but you don't pay it too much attention - and hastily removes your top. You have to let go of Mark's hair for a moment, and he whines at the loss.
Then, not really caring about your demands, Haechan removes your bra as well, and his hands immediately cup your breasts, fondling and pinching as much as he likes. You think about reprimanding him, but choose to let it go. After all, you're enjoying this, and he knows.
You expose your neck to him, knowing that deep inside, he's dying to kiss any and every part of your body. Soon enough, his soft lips are on your chest, kissing and licking any inch of skin as he moves to your neck. He bites down, lightly enough not to leave a mark, but enough for you to feel it.
Between Haechan's hot kisses and Mark's tongue, you know it won't be long before you cum. You keep on praising them, all of your words eliciting moans and pleased hums in response. Then, feeling your high get closer and closer, you grab Mark's hair, keeping him in place as you shamelessly ride his face. Haechan doesn't stop his doing, but you notice his shift in attention, now focused on the older boy.
The lewd words he's whispering make Mark blush, up to the tip of his ears. You love this dynamic. You love how he manages to be stern and commanding to the other boy, while completely submitting to you - in his own way, of course.
You whisper praise to both boys, telling them how good they're being, how happy they make you, how close you are because of them, and then, before finishing your last sentence you cum. Mark moans, sending vibrations to your core. It's almost too much.
You watch him lap every drop of your juices, eager and greedy. Then, unprompted, Haechan joins him. He kneels in front of you, trying to make his way to your dripping folds, begging for Mark to please, please, allow him to have a taste. Mark, being the nice boy you both know he is, moves slightly to the side, giving the younger one enough space to join him.
That view alone would be enough to send you over the edge again, and indeed, overwhelmed by the feeling of both their tongues and lips, you cum once again.
Panting, you move their heads away from your core, and lie down on your back. Trying to catch your breath, you think the boys, praising them once again.
None of them speak, but you know you're all thinking the same thing.
They deserve a reward, and you're more than willing to give them one.
#nct imagines#nct smut#dom!reader#nct 127 smut#nct 127#mark lee imagines#mark lee smut#haechan#haechan smut#lee donghyuck smut#sub!mark#sub!haechan
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Topo Chico normally makes really good carbonated mineral water and a few years back they branched out into hard seltzers which are unfortunately a bit mediocre imo. that was, until i found out about the versions that use margarita instead of vodka and have a different set of flavors that are very noticeable (the vodka seltzers are La Croix levels of subtle) and very good. unfortunately you can only (afaik) buy them as a 12-pack (distinguishable from the normal version by a lime green band running horizontally around the box). even more unfortunately, this 12-pack is split into 4 different flavors with 3 cans apiece, and only 2 of these flavors are actively Good (though the other half aren't awful by any means). however, the best of these flavors, Prickly Pear, is like the fucking ambrosia of the gods.
if Topo Chico corporate had any sense they would shift all of their funds into putting out tallboys of this flavor specifically. not only can you not taste the alcohol, the flavor is so good in a vacuum that i would still drink it even if it was nonalcoholic. go bug your local liquor store to start buying boxes of the Margarita seltzers TODAY
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Little Wolf Pt 1
While being accused of the Beacon Hill murders, Derek decides to visit his favorite girl.
Rating: M
Word Count: 1k
Imagine: Smut
Warning: None I can think of.
Waiting for him felt like hours for {Y/N} Stilinski, Stiles' older sister. Her little brother made him one of the most wanted people in the states for the murders, she knew it couldn't be true. The 20-year-old could picture him now. His piercing green eyes bore into her soul, that deep stubble on his chin, and his black hair spiked up in that dangerous way that lured her. She bit her plump lip as she heard the window open. She turned to see Derek Hale stepping into her room.
" Thought you were gonna lay low till this blows over, Wolf?" {Y/N} said as she twirled one of her {H/C} locks in her fingers as she got up. All Derek saw was her wearing a band top and {F/C} panties. Her {H/C} hair was out of its confines. He took his jacket off and placed it on the chair. He liked the fact she knew of his world before they met.
" Why wait when I can have you all to myself?" Derek asked as he walked over to her and could practically smell her from where he entered. He smiled at her with a grin that made her feel all the wetter as he turned her around. Moved a lock of her hair to leave a ghosting kiss on her neck.
" God's, that fucking hot." {Y/N} gasped with heated breath as one of his hands trailed down her side and the other pulled her hip to him so she was flush against his body. His muscle and strength were making it all the harder for her as she bit her lip. He turned her around before lifting her chin as she smirked.
" My little mouse." He growled in her ear before using one of his hands to pull her to him and kiss her. {Y/N} moaned allowing Derek to plunge his tongue into her mouth as her hands gripped his hair.
" Patience." He growled low as he sat on the bed as {Y/N} got on his lap without hesitation. Her lips press hard upon his as he grips her hips to hold her in place, but fails as he pulls the bottom of her shirt up. {Y/N} pulls away so he can take it off of her. He looked at her as the flush of her cheeks grew. He caresses her breasts in his hands before rubbing her nipples in slow circles that make her moan before biting her lip.
" Fuck." She moaned as her back slightly arched. The sensation was making her brain go into a haze. She smirked at him before she removed his shirt. She threw the garment to the side before pressing herself to him as their lips connected. Derek laid back as {Y/N} began to kiss his pecs with want. His low growls let her know this was turning him on.
" {Y/N}, fuck." Derek groaned before sitting up and helping her remove her panties. He got her to lie down before parting her legs, licking two fingers, and then pushing them inside her. {Y/N} moaned as he began to finger her sweet core. Her moans and squeals made his cock begin to harden.
" Such a needy girl." Derek growled as the noises were making his wolf react. He pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. He smirked before going to her wet pussy and began to feast with heavy motions of his tongue. {Y/N} gripped his hair as he kept giving her long strips with his tongue.
" Derek, fuck. God!" {Y/N} gasped as the coil in her stomach snapped. The spasms were immaculate as she came all over his tongue. Derek lapped at every drop she gave. She tasted so sweet to him that it was almost a drug. He loved eating her, smelling her, giving a part of himself to her. It was all perfect.
" Jesus." {Y/N} gasped as Derek got up from the bed and unbuckled his pants before discarding them. {Y/N} smirked at his cock. She got close and engulfed her mouth upon it.
" Holy...." Derek growled as he placed one hand on her head as she hollowed her cheeks. She began to bob her head as he guided her. His shaft was her drug, to feel it either in her mouth or pussy was like drinking ambrosia. Derek growled as he stopped her from finishing her. He pushed her off before getting on top.
" I love this feeling." {Y/N} moaned as Derek slid deep into her core before engulfing her lips with a hard kiss. He proceeded to thrust hard into her and she instinctively wrapped her leg around his waist. His mouth moved to her neck and left ghosting bites as he thrust harder. {Y/N}'s fingers dragged long scratches down his back as the coil snapped again. Derek growls as he grips deep within his hips slapping into hers. The harsh feeling makes him plunge deep and not give way.
" Derek please." {Y/N} moans in his ear. Derek growls as he releases deep with her core. {Y/N} cries out in pleasure as the orgasm hits her like a truck. Derek holds her close as his body shakes heavily as his body flows with his release.
" That was..." {Y/N} said with a heavy breath as he pulled out and lay beside her.
" Different, but good." He replied as he felt tired. She curled up next to him as he held her tight. He didn't want to lose her, and he would make sure he didn't. This human made him feel something he hadn't felt in a long time. Protective over someone. He wanted to keep her safe, happy and cared for. He laid his head on the pillow as her heartbeat lulled him to sleep.
Pt 2
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Any tips for making a legacy, for lack of a better term, weirder? I've worked pretty much every occult possible into the family tree but I feel like I get too focused on just maintaining needs and normal daily family life for them, especially since I prefer to keep everyone more or less happy (i.e. no tragic early deaths). The most exciting things I've really done are turn one sim into a Global Superstar and marry off another one to the Grim Reaper, and sometimes I pause aging for a bit to spend more time on certain plots. Your legacy is obviously pretty wild so I wondered how you go about coming up with ideas like Michael Bublé Christmas Getaways and Charlie's Angels Spy Squads haha
This is a great question!!
Let me see if I can dig up a good enough answer for it 😂
And I'll include pictures to break up the massive wall of text.
The reason Gens 1-3 are barely mentioned on here is because in reality there wasn't really anything interesting that happened in them. I wanted to hide away from the stress of a worldwide pandemic and watch my sims garden for a while. No real rules, just something to relax.
Gen 4 was a slight departure since I was getting a little tired of my sims doing the same thing over and over, and I decided to do the opposite and move them to a penthouse in the city as a refreshing change.
And as I started playing with more gameplay mods that added extra moodlets- the chance of hysterical death rose exponentially. My Gen 4 heir died when my Gen 5 heir, Hinoki was just a kid. So I decided to keep him around as a ghost while my Gen 3 heir worked on grinding out the ingredients for Ambrosia and Reed (Gen 4) continued to follow his political aspirations to become the first Ghost President of Simerica.
And this is where we find the nexus point of weird. And here's the biggest (not so secret) secret to it. The beginning of Gen 5 is when I started actually sharing my gameplay.
Not publicly, but with a small group of friends and simmers on a discord, like I've mentioned before here. Suddenly I wasn't just playing for myself, I was very slowly starting to play to make my friends laugh- to see how they reacted whenever I would leave little updates. And I found I really enjoyed that!
I started contriving little scenarios- what if Hinoki slept with her husband's band mate and had a secret child. And then someone would pop in and say she might have to run away for a while to Tartosa to have a baby. This independent toddler trait gives baby Val such a stink face- oh you should put him in a tiny leopard print robe to match. And it became this back and forth of - you know what would be funny?
I was started going off the rule from my friend @anotherplumbob that my first born would be the heir, so i had the fun task of figuring out how to get from point A to point B with Valerian, and what the hell point B even looked like.
We knew he was evil- he killed his dad as a toddler, and was just a full creep through his entire childhood- and so I started asking, what story do I want to tell my friends? I love romcoms, I love spy movies- what would be fun for me?
We're all influenced by our environments, the art, media, and music we consume, and that's all directly reflected into what we decide to put back out into the world.
And through exploring those characters, through playing the game, through my friends throwing the weirdest suggestions at me - what if he made a robot copy of his childhood Nanny? Okay, what mods can I use to reflect that in my gameplay? - What if he 3D printed a baby? - What if the Volcano gave them another baby? (this one is never happening shooby) - The whole thing spiraled out of control 😂
SO TDLR- How can you make your legacy weirder?
Find a community or even a couple trusted friends to bounce ideas off of. The amount of time I've spent conniving and scheming with @doctorsimcraft should honestly be studied. Write for yourself and like the 4 people you care most about. Enthusiasm is infectious.
Find some good gameplay mods to add color to your gameplay- More Personality Please is an absolute game changer. Wicked Whims and Lumpinou's RPO are also fantastic additions if that's your style. Hopefully the game throws you some fun curveballs. Adversity and conflict breed interesting story - or something like that.
Think about the types of stories that you would be excited to tell- really lean into your favorite tropes and themes. It's not a checklist, it's just like - I really love campy spies, I really love enemies to lovers - what do I do in game to make this happen. Find your story and let drive your gameplay- not the other way around. Or find a good balance and see what happens.
And to be honest I've very much lost that balance and fallen into a total rut of letting the story overtake the gameplay. So whenever I get too overwhelmed by my stupid large ambitions I just sit down and play and see where the game takes me.
I hope I can get back to not posing every single scene out for Gen 7 but I also love making poses, and breaking my game in every way to be able to tell the stories I want to!
It's why I'm so comically slow now. But I guess that just means we get to spend more time getting to know our characters, which I do genuinely enjoy.
I don't know if that was helpful or incredibly unhelpful- but it's what I got. Good luck! And above all have fun- in whatever shape that may take. (Hopefully it's a weird one)
xo, Anne
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Man dies, goes to Hell. Not surprised to be in Hell, bit surprised by pleasant hotel front on arrival, polished oak furniture and reception desk, velvet curtains, lots of real gold detailing, bar with every drink he's ever heard of, restaurant with food from all over the world. Receptionist's a beautiful succubus with raven hair and green eyes, who welcomes him like a favourite customer. Behind hotel, patio, cream teas, ice creams, people having great time, 25 x 15 m swimming pool, 500 m tall waterslides, 18-hole golf course, forests, archery range, beautiful green hills. Demon in a golf cart offers to show him around. Tour of country lanes, crown green bowling places, dance halls, pubs, breweries, orchards, farmers' markets, cafés, sailing clubs, bird-watching places, hiking trails, all rather nice. Man asks Demon: "This Hell? Seems rather nice."
Demon replies: "Nice enough, nice enough. Heaven's better, 'course. They have mahogany and platinum in Heaven, and Ambrosia. Can't get Ambrosia here. Their golf course has 27 holes, their water slides are 1000 m tall, their receptionist's a redhead, so better, but we do alright here."
Tour goes on, jazz band, white-water kayak course, aquarium, skateboard park, and man's getting relaxed until golf cart crests ridge and landscape beyond is blasted rock, pock-marked from impacts, clouds of corrosive gas drifting over it, flames spurting from cracks, surrounding a great peak cloven as if by a huge axe, the chasm lit by the lava lake boiling within it. Damned souls climb the sides on fingers scraped and burned raw, only to be plucked from the rocks and hurled back into the fire by a great, scaly Demon with huge horns, tattered, bat-like wings, four arms and a whip covered in red-hot spikes.
Man sits bolt upright and screams.
Demon says: "Don't worry! Don't worry. Nothing to do with you, that. Not your problem. You're not going there."
Man turns to stare at Demon.
Demon explains: "That's the American Evangelicals."
Demon tells him: "We put it in specially for them. They insisted!"
#christianity#anti hate#humor#fuck religion#funny#funny shit#funny stuff#funny post#lol#protect trans kids
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Luke Castellan and his team of godkillers but they don't kill with weapons stained with ichor, but with the illusive Mist that warps the mind of mortals so easily, it shakes their faith.
In eons past, these mortals revered the Olympians with offerings and prayers daily, told their stories that inspired fear and awe all the same. It was something the pantheon had gotten hooked on, something more addicting than the ambrosia and nectar the texts had waxed poetry over. And the council of twelve did their damn best to keep it around. After all, there was no other high out there that can compare to the feeling of being in control, of being powerful.
But like any high, it wears off, sooner or later.
So that's exactly what happens.
Alabaster C. Torrington, with the help of Dr. Claymore, "discovers" new texts that discuss Greek gods that have never been heard of before; gods who are kinder, wiser, more trustworthy, than the ones everyone has come to know in this era.
It's interesting, how the origins of these gods and their lives seem to have no relevance or connection to the other pantheon and its history. No Titanomachy or Gigantomachy to speak of. There are a few parallels, but they are pleasant, like the love stories of Dionysus and Ariadne or Pygmalion and Galatea. Otherwise, it's like an alternate timeline of its own, where every god present is named a god for a reason.
It's fake.
But the mortals don't need to know that. For what's false, if persisted in, would become true anyways. Furthermore, it isn't like a new pantheon will harm any of them. The lucky ones with clear sight may win the heart of a deity who would actually see them beyond their fleeting mortality, who would care for them.
It takes a while, though, for the mortals to adjust to this suddenly newfound information. They are stubborn creatures, Luke knows, who tend to fear the unknown and new. Yet the youth crave it like bears after a beehive laden with honey. With time, they'll come around, he knows. Maybe he might not be there to see if the plans work out for himself, but someone would, and that's all that matters to him. He just needed to be the one to start the movement.
Luckily for him, he doesn't have to wait too long.
The faith spreads through idealized modernized takes on the mythology, as silly as it sounds. It's very of the era, isn't it? Books are being published on these gods who endure hardships and come out irrevocably changed but for the better. Ethan flips through one by an author under the pen name S.J and devours it in three hours. It reads nicely and he wonders when he'll get a chance to meet the main character of the story, and ask her if the myth holds true. It is, obviously, but it's different hearing it from a god. The fanfictions are even better, but Lou Ellen Blackstone gets drowned out by Alabaster's "lalalalala" before she can start talking about the recent one that was updated a few hours ago. Eh, so what if it's a little spicy?
Nonetheless, the new band of believers grows, and it's like a sucker punch to the gut for the Greek pantheon.
Apollo comes to camp and drops to his knees before his own cabin, surprising the campers. He looks terrible. Dionysus had already looked miserable, but the children attributed that to his sour personality. And, as usual, no one noticed the girl by the hearth who had disappeared weeks ago. But Apollo, golden boy Apollo, well, he has eyes that are sunken and sickly yellow, matted hair, muscles shrunk, and hands that shake as if they are beyond his control.
"They're killing us," he whispers to Lee Fletcher, "all of us."
"What do you want us to do?" Lee asks. Apollo coughs into his fist and looks down to see a smear of gold staining it.
A nosebleed. Gods don't get nosebleeds.
His children, gods bless them, are trying to heal him, but to no avail. It's kind of funny, how on any other occasion, such an act would have been annoying. If the solution was to simply heal, don't you think he would have tried that? But, weak as he was, he felt touched. Loved, even.
But love wasn't always enough to save another. He, of all gods, should know that.
"Can you write?" he asks. Lee scratches his head.
"Write?"
"Stories. Poems. Songs. Anything."
"Um, no, not really. Dyslexia kicks my ass, and you know archery is more my thing. But Will does sometimes. Healing is his forte, but I always see him writing something in a notebook, though that could just be medical notes, now that I think about it-"
Apollo disregards that last part and begs Will Solace to take up the pen and fight back. It's their last hope. If nothing is done, this camp and its children will become all that is left of the Greek Pantheon, for textbooks and website links are not enough to keep the faith going, especially if left to collect dust or rot in an archive.
"Write us new myths. Stories that can happen now, that we can make happen. Redeem us, so that we can live. We'll do it. We'll do any of it," Apollo begs.
"Anything?" Will asks. Apollo nods.
"Anything."
The Fates looked at each other from above. How time has changed. In the past, battles were fought with swords. Now, they had to be fought with words.
#inspired by that concept of 'downsizing' apollo mentions in TTC#where people basically killed helios and selene off by associating apollo and artemis with the sun and moon respectively#like if their existences are based on the faith of the people#then when you shake that foundation#the building comes crashing down#also the mist is something that applies to all pantheons iirc in the riordanverse; it's a layer in the duat for the kane chronicles#so essentially anyone who has control over the mist aka sense of reality is one overpowered motherfucker (looking at you torrington)#anyways#pjo#percy jackson and the olympians#riordanverse#luke castellan#alabaster c torrington#alabaster torrington#ethan nakamura#lou ellen blackstone#lee fletcher#will solace#apollo#dionysus#hestia#moirai#the fates#dr. claymore#i've tagged everyone except for one character#the author S.J#can anyone guess who that is? ;)
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