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byersbootyshorts · 11 months

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New Ink (E.M.)

You and Eddie get matching tattoos. But the way he reacts in the tattoo chair leads to you have some fun with him when you get home.

Word Count: 2,125

EXPLICIT CONTENT MINORS DNI!!

Warnings: sub!Eddie, fem!dom!reader, smut, unprotected sex, mommy kink, hair pulling, degradation, a bit of praise at the end, Eddie’s a little bit of a masochist, Eddie and reader get a tattoo, needles, swearing

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Making my miraculous return with an Eddie fic

“Eddie, you have tons of tattoos. Why are you so scared to get this one?” you asked as you pulled up next to the tattoo shop.

“I’m not scared,” Eddie replied defensively. “It’s just… it’s in a very sensitive area.”

You smirked and leaned in close to his face. “Don’t worry, I’ll hold your hand,” you chuckled, kissing him quickly before turning the engine off and getting out of the car.

The tattoo artist, Nico, knew you both pretty well. Eddie was a regular customer and you’d gotten quite a few tattoos recently too. He smiled at you when you both entered the dimly lit, cigarette scented shop.

“Hey guys,” Nico greeted you, pulling the reference photo you’d shown him the last time you visited the shop out of a drawer. “We still going for this design?” he asked, showing you the photo:

“Yep, thanks Nico,” you replied chipperly. Eddie just gave a shy nod.

“Who wants to go first?”

Usually Eddie was the one to jump at the chance to add to the collection of ink on his body. But this time he stayed silent.

“Alright then, I’ll go first,” you said, giving Eddie a reassuring smile.

You both followed Nico through a curtain, behind which lay a black leather chair and a bench full of tattoo equipment.

Eddie sat on a small stool in the corner while you removed your pants and climbed onto the chair.

“You know, this is a pretty painful tat you two are going for this time,” Nico said as he wiped down the skin where the tattoo would be.

“Yeah, I know, don’t remind me,” Eddie mumbled, nervously covering his face with his hair.

“Eddie’s a little scared for this one,” you told Nico as he turned on the tattoo machine. The buzzing sound caused Eddie’s leg to bounce up and down anxiously.

“Well, I don’t blame him,” Nico replied. Taking one more glance at the reference photo before looking up at you. “You ready?”

“Of course,” you said, catching Eddie’s eye from across the room.

You maintained eye contact with him as the small needle pierced your skin. It hurt like hell but you weren’t going to let him know that.

“See, Eddie, it’s fine,” you said, preventing the pain you felt from showing in your voice. Eddie just shrugged in response.

You spent the next few hours engaging in conversation with Eddie and Nico. You talked about anything that would take your mind off the stinging pain in your hips. But eventually it was finished. Nico covered your new tattoo in film and you swapped seats with Eddie.

Eddie was practically shaking as he climbed onto the chair. Nico went through his usual routine of cleaning Eddie’s skin and preparing his equipment while Eddie looked at you with wide eyes.

“It’s ok,” you mouthed to him. “If I can do it so can you.”

He threw his head back, shut his eyes, and screwed his face up as he anticipated what was to come.

Eddie let out a quiet whimper when the needle made contact with his skin.

“Holy shit, man,” he said, breathing in sharply. “How the fuck did you sit through this for two hours?”

“I did it because I’m not a pussy, Eddie,” you replied, hoping that would motivate him to continue.

Eddie battled through the next thirty minutes, biting his lip in an attempt to stifle the pain.

But as Nico drew further down his body, Eddie got more and more sensitive. His head turned to look at you and he reached his hand out, giving you a desperate look.

“Don’t be a pussy, Eddie,” you said, remaining seated.

“Please,” Eddie begged grabbing for your hand.

You sighed, slowly getting up and walking towards the tattoo chair. Eddie gripped one of your hands tightly and you used your other hand to stroke his hair.

Eddie felt like he’d been sitting in that chair for days when Nico finally finished the first side of the tattoo. Nico moved to the other side of Eddie to begin the second half of the tattoo. And that’s when you saw it. Nico had been blocking your view of Eddie’s crotch, but now he was on the other side you could very clearly see the bulge that had been growing in Eddie’s boxers.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, your jaw dropping as you looked down at Eddie.

His face flushed red with embarrassment and he squirmed, shifting his legs in an attempt to hide his boner.

“Keep still, Eddie,” Nico said, not looking up from his work. It seemed like Nico hadn’t noticed Eddie’s bulge. Or he didn’t care.

“Yeah, come on, Eddie,” you smiled down at him, tugging his hair slightly to tease him.

Eddie whined, his hand flying over his mouth to stop himself from making any more noise.

You stood holding Eddie’s hand, smirking at the fact that he got a boner from the pain of the tattoo, until Nico finally announced that he was finished.

Eddie leapt off the chair as fast as he could, wincing at the pain of the new ink, and hastily pulled on his pants, adjusting them as best he could to hide the swell that still protruded from the fabric.

You thanked Nico, paid him, and returned to the car.

“Holy fuck,” you grinned as Eddie slammed the passenger side door. “You’re a little masochist, aren’t you?”

“Don’t you already know that?” he said shakily.

“Well, yeah. But I thought pain only turned you on during sex. I didn’t realise you’d get a hard on at a fucking tattoo shop,” you replied.

“Can you just drive?” Eddie asked quietly. “I kind of have a situation going on here.”

Your eyes dropped to his crotch and your smirked. “Oh yes, now that’s a situation we’ll have to take care of.”

You drove slowly back to Eddie’s trailer, watching him squirm as you refused to drive any faster. Eventually you made it to the trailer park. Eddie fumbled to get the key in the lock as you stood close behind him, breathing down his neck. When he finally got the door open, Eddie raced to his bedroom. You followed behind nonchalantly. By the time you reached the room Eddie had already removed his pants, the transparent film that covered his new tattoo peeked out from above his underwear.

“Let me see,” you said, pushing him down onto his bed. You knelt down between his legs and hooked your finger in the waistband of his underwear. Eddie smiled, thinking you were finally going to relieve him. But instead, you ran your finger down the covered tattoo, causing him to shiver.

“Yes, I think Nico did a good job this time,” you critiqued, paying no attention to the frustrated expression on Eddie’s face.

As you continued to feel the red skin surrounding the tattoo Eddie’s stomach tensed and his breathing became heavy.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Is that painful?” you asked with a tone of condescension.

Eddie just grunted, leaning back on his hands.

“You want mommy to kiss it better?” you asked. That grabbed Eddie’s attention. He looked down at you and nodded violently.

You brought your lips to the sensitive skin of Eddie’s left hip, placing gentle kisses around the tattoo. Eddie whined quietly as your lips tickled his skin. You ran your hand up Eddie’s thigh and rested it just below the bulge in his underwear.

“Please,” Eddie breathed when he felt your hand stop.

You lifted your head and stared up at him with a raised brow. He knew what that look meant. He needed to use his words.

“Please, help me,” he begged.

“Help you? What do you mean?” you smirked, feigning confusion. You rubbed your thumb on his thigh, just an inch away from his dick.

“F-fuck me, please. I’m going insane here,” he almost shouted.

“Oh, ok,” you said, getting up from between his legs and pulling your pants off. “You should’ve just told me that.”

You ordered Eddie to take off the rest of his clothes and he obeyed, pulling off his shirt and underwear as quickly as he could while you did the same. He sat down on the bed and you straddled his lap. You shoved him back so he was lying down by pushing your lips against his. As you kissed him you grinded your hips against him, causing him to moan loudly into your mouth.

“Oh my God, please just ride me,” he whined.

You didn’t make him suffer any longer. Placing your hands on his chest you positioned yourself above his dick.

“You’ve been hard for so long I’m surprised you haven’t started crying yet,” you said smugly. “Do you want me to make you cry, Eddie?”

Eddie responded with a muffled grunt. But that wasn’t good enough.

“Eddie, come on now. Do you want me to make you cry like a pathetic little baby?”

“Yes mommy, please make me cry. I’m your pathetic baby. Just please let me inside you,” Eddie yelled with agony.

“That’s what I like to hear,” you said lowering yourself onto his cock.

A low moan erupted from Eddie. His mouth fell open and his eyes rolled back into his head.

“That make you feel good?” you asked, watching the pleasure spread across his face.

“Yes mommy,” he panted.

“How about this?” You placed your hands on either side of his hips and pushed down gently on his sensitive tattoos. “Does this make you feel good?”

Eddie let out a high-pitched whimper and bucked his hips up into you.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” you smiled, keeping one hand pressed firmly down on his hip and moving the other to his hair. You tugged the dark strands, eliciting yet another whine from Eddie.

Grinding slowly on top of him you looked down to see him staring back up at you, his brows furrowed.

With one hand he lightly touched your own tattoo. His ringed fingers traced the outline of the film, sending a chill up your spine and causing you to speed up your movements. The change of pace forced Eddie’s eyes shut. You noticed a single tear escape out of the corner of his eye and you wiped it away.

Leaning down to his ear you whispered, “That’s my pathetic little slut.”

You moved your lips down to below his ear, leaving red marks as you worked your way down his neck.

Between kisses you mumbled, “You’re such a little whore.” Kiss “Getting hard at a tattoo shop.” Kiss. “That’s a new low, even for you, Eddie.” Kiss.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Eddie repeated, more tears falling from his eyes now.

He let out a moan with each thrust of your hips. His chest heaved in an effort not to cum. But you knew he wouldn’t last long. Considering how long he’d been hard you were surprised he was still going.

You sat upright again and grabbed Eddie’s hands, which were gripping your thighs. You dragged them up your body and placed them on your tits. Once more Eddie thrust his hips up into you.

“Can I-?” he said between whimpers.

You nodded, positioning your hands on his shoulders as you rolled your hips deep onto him.

“Only because you cried for me.”

“Thank you, mommy. Thank y-,”

Eddie was cut off by his own orgasm. His hands moved to your waist and he gripped it tightly, digging his nails into your skin as he was finally rewarded relief. The sensation of Eddie inside you caused you to finish too. You continued to ride his cock as he shook beneath you, tears rolling uncontrollably down his cheeks.

When you were satisfied you leaned down to place a kiss on Eddie’s lips before rolling off of him onto his stained mattress. You both lay there, breathing in sync. After a few minutes you got up and went to the bathroom. You cleaned yourself up and then grabbed a towel and brought it to Eddie, who was still catching his breath on the bed.

“You were really brave today,” you praised him as you cleaned him up, this time being extra careful not to touch the red skin around the tattoos. “I know you were scared but you did so good.”

“Yeah, except for the fact I got hard in the chair,” Eddie chuckled to himself and ran his fingers through his hair in embarrassment.

“Actually, I quite enjoyed that part,” you giggled, throwing the towel on the floor and climbing back onto the bed with him.

“Oh I noticed,” he said intertwining his fingers with yours.

“I’m going to have to take you to get tattoos more often if it makes you do that.”

#eddie munson #sub!eddie munson #dom!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson one shot #stranger things #stranger things smut #smut #smut oneshot #smut fic

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babydollmarauders · 1 year

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luke blurb with 40. “You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”? maybe reader works at the rink/a local spot the team go to often?

notes: i’m not gonna lie, i definitely got carried away with this one.

my night has been a disaster. if anyone asks, i would have to tell them that i do not recommend working at a bar close to a hockey arena. and if they must, then try not to be scheduled on game nights.

i’ve been yelled at, dropped plates, had my ass slapped by drunk men, had people stiff me on tips, and spilled a beer down the front of a customer after someone knocked into me from behind. i’ve officially given up on my night getting any better, now just counting down the hours until i go home.

i had hoped that my favorite customers would be here tonight, as they always turn my night around; but they usually come in around eleven on game nights, and it’s now eleven-thirty and they’ve still yet to show.

sighing, i sink into the stool behind the hostess stand, letting my head hang forward and drop onto the wooden stand. the bell above the door rings, signifying a new patron, but i can’t get myself to lift my head, just letting out another deep exhale.

“bad night, y/n/n?” the voice is like music to my ears, my mood instantly perking up. i raise my head, a grin spreading across my lips.

“John!” i stand from my stool, my eyes scanning the group of guys. “it’s been an off night, but a lot better now that you guys are here. was starting to think you weren’t gonna show!”

“we would never leave our favorite waitress hanging!” Dawson jokes as i make my way over to their unofficially designated table, the 3 boys following behind me.

“no Jack tonight?” i wonder as they take their seats in the circular booth.

“he’ll catch up with us. he had to wait for the rookie.” Nico tells me and i nod in understanding.

“got it. you guys wanna wait for him or do you want your beers now?” i ask.

“now. now is good.” John affirms, making me chuckle. i nod once more and quickly make my way over to the bar.

“3 beers!” i smile at the bartender and he chuckles as grabs the drinks for me, already knowing who they’re for. i hastily make my way back to the table, dropping off the drinks.

“anything else for now?” i question and Dawson nods.

“three orders of cheese fries.” he holds up three fingers, making me smile.

“you got it. that all?”

“that’s it for now. thanks, y/n/n.” Nico assures me.

“i’ll be back with that. if i’m not back by the time he’s here, just have Jack come and find me and i’ll get him his beer.” i tell them before i take off to the kitchen, letting the chefs know their order. while i wait, i drop down onto a seat at the bar, making conversation with the bartender.

“hi.” someone’s sidles up beside me. i turn my head, coming to see a boy addressing the bartender. he appears to be around my age, curly hair, and slightly resembling one of my favorite customers, which makes me furrow my brows as i assess him. “can i get a coke and a beer?”

the bartender nods and gets to work on the drinks, making me roll my eyes at his nonchalance about checking ID’s. it’s always been an issue with him. something he seemingly forgets to do.

the boy turns his head to look at me, catching me scanning him. he smirks, striking another resemblance to my favorite customer.

“hey.” he nods his head once at me.

“hi.” i reply, giving him a smile.

“you come here often?” he asks, making me giggle at his obliviousness.

“well, i work here. so i think i’d have to say ‘yes’.” i tell him. his cheeks turn pink at my words and he lets out an awkward chuckle.

“oh. sorry, it’s my first time here, i didn’t know.” he says, scratching the back of his neck as the bartender returns with his drinks before going to help another customer. “i’m Luke.”

“i’m y/n.” i smirk. “you old enough for that beer, Luke? ‘cause you look about my age, and i know i’m not old enough.”

“oh, the beer isn’t for me. the coke is. the beer is for my brother, who’s twenty-one.” he explains, and i decide to give him the benefit of the doubt, accepting his excuse. however, before i can speak again, my tables order is called.

“okay. you should get that to him then. hopefully i’ll see you again, Luke.” i stand from my seat, walking away towards the order window as he calls out a goodbye.

picking up the tray with three plates of cheese fries, i say my thanks to the chefs before making my way towards the table. my eyes stay locked on the floor, making sure nothing is in my way to trip me like earlier in the night. finally, and safely, arriving to the table, i smile.

“cheese fries for my favorite guys.” i chime, setting the plates on the table.

“thanks, y/n/n!” i look up at the owner of the voice.

“Jacky! you arrived!” i cheer, making him laugh.

“the guys told you i’d be joining, right? just had to wait for my brother.” he tells me.

“your brother?”

“the rookie.” Nico informs me and i nod.

“oh, there he is now!” Jack exclaims, making me turn my head to find him.

“Luke!” i cheer, gaining the attention of said boy.

“oh hey, y/n!” he smiles as he drops into the booth, sliding the beer in his hand over to Jack.

“you guys know each other?” Jack asks, his face scrunched in confusion.

“oh yeah, we go way back.” Luke jokes, making me giggle.

“a whole five minutes, when he hit on me at the bar.” i tell them, making Luke bury his face in his hands as the boys laugh. “aww don’t worry, Luke. i won’t tell them what you said.”

the four others immediately start questioning us, asking what line Luke had used. i laugh at his red face as he answers.

“i asked if she comes here often.” he mumbles, making the others burst out in laughter, quickly chirping him for his lame pickup line and how it backfired.

“hey, y/n/n? can i get another beer?” John asks and i nod, excusing myself to the bar once more. while waiting for the beer from the bartender, i grab a napkin, hastily scribbling on it with a pen.

“here ya go.” i grab the beer from the bartender, clutching the napkin in my other hand, making my way over to the table.

“one beer.” i place the drink in front of John before placing the napkin in front of Luke. “and one napkin.”

“i didn’t- oh.” his sentence dies off as he spots the number sprawled across it. i wink at him as i turn to leave.

“what is it?” i hear Jack ask before he lets out an ‘oooh!’

“little bro got game!” Jack cheers and i peek over my shoulder to see him slap Luke’s shoulder in excitement.

#luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes fic #new jersey devils #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #faithlynn’s writings <3 #debut!blurbs

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avaetin · 3 months

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This has taken over my life---

@haiseiscute333

“Welcome to the Oscars, live from the red carpet from the Dolby Theater in Los Angeles! I'm your host, Kayla Knowles, and for the next hour, we're going to be talking to the many nominees and presenters of this show-...”

“-....As we prepare to welcome our first guest, remember to breathe it all in, because tonight, we are part of something truly special. Tonight, we gather to celebrate the magic of the silver screen and the small screen, where dreams come true and where Hollywood truly shines.

So, without further ado, let the Oscars begin!”

…

“- Let’s just take you down the red carpet. As you can see, we have America’s all-time male sweetheart, Percy Jackson, in his black tux, looking good. You can see people yelling, trying to make eye contact with him. With him is America's sweetheart, Annabeth Chase, looking absolutely beautiful in her sparkling silver Gucci gown!”

—-

Comment section from the live video:

Perc4beth4evr: OMG! My parents are finally here! They look so gorgeous together! The perfect golden couple! ❤️❤️❤️ THEDaughter: Took them long enough to come out as a couple! We all knew he was dating her for two years now. ImOfficial: ❤️❤️❤️ BitterDingy: ❤️❤️❤️ HonesToxic: You're all delulus. They don't even look in love. I'm pretty sure he was with someone else. Perc4beth4vr: YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

—-

…

“Thank you, Alabaster. Hope you have a wonderful time inside as well-! Ah! Over there! It's the industry's charming darling, Nico di Angelo! Oh, he certainly lives up to his name - he looks so dashing and adorable in his white designer tuxedo!”

—-

Comment section from the live video: NDAPS: IM JUST A BABY— 😍😍😍 NicosAngel: NICOOOOOO! BABY BOY ASDFGHJKL Cat-astrophe: I HAVE LEGAL ADOPTION PAPERS PLS COME HOME WIV ME NOW Shituation: Everyday, I wake up just to see his gorgeous face 😫

—-

“Wait. Is that… Did Nico di Angelo bring a partner with him this year?”

—-

Comment section from the live video: NDAPS: HOLD UP. WAITWAITWAIT OUR MEOW MEOW BRING A WHAT NOW??? NicoApologist: Our baby grew up so fast 😭 NicosAngel: NOOOOOOOO!!! WHO DARES CORRUPT MY ANGEL?!?!

—-

“Oh my! Nico di Angelo did bring a partner to this year's event, and-! No. Nonononono. This can't be real. Who has the right to look THAT gorgeous? The press is going crazy over them, look at all those flashing lights! They're clearly wearing matching tuxedos as well! Is this Nico's mystery partner?”

—-

Comment section from the live video: NDAPS: HOLY JESUS CHRIST ON A MOTORBIKE! I MUST HAVE ASCENDED TO HEAVEN! IM SEEING AN ANGEL AND A GOD AT THE SAME TIME— Perc4beth4vr: Doesn't that guy look like Percy? Sorrynotsorry: Not everything's about Jackson. Clearly that guy looks way better. NicosAngel: I apologize for what I said. Please corrupt my angel, Mr. Greek God. For you, I'll make an exception. MY ANGEL IS SMILING SO MUCH RIGHT NOW I HAVEN'T SEEN HIM THIS HAPPY 😭😭😭 THEY LOOK LIKE THE PERFECT COUPLE, I DEMAND WEDDING INVITATIONS ASAP 🤧🤧🤧 excuseyou: Did Percy stop at the end of the carpet or was it just me who noticed? troll.on.a.roll: Kayla is us right now. She's fangirling over Nico just as hard as everyone else lol

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Kayla: Nico! Wow, you look drop-dead gorgeous! How are you feeling this evening? (hugs him)

Nico: Kayla! You look stunning as well. (hugs her back) I'm doing great! The best, actually.

Kayla: Oh, is it because of your mystery partner? (smiling playfully before turning towards the other male) Are we going to know his name tonight, or are the netizens going to have to do their thorough investigations?

Nico: (laughs) As fun as that is… Let me introduce to everyone, Aeon Oceanus. My fiance. (lifts one of his hands to show off a silver diamond-studded ring)

—-

Comment section from the live video: … … … … NDAPS: Did he say fiance? narrowcrepe: !!! NicosAngel: YUUUUUUS! I CALLED IT! I DEMAND AN INVITATION! FRONT ROW! ILL EVEN BE THE CARPET YOU WALK DOWN ON JUST SO I CAN SEE YOU GET MARRIED- excuseyou: Percy looks constipated hmm… Sorrynotsorry: NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT THAT TALENTLESS NEWBIE 🙄 Dundundun: But for real! I sense drama. Like, this guy really looks a lot like Jackson. I won't be surprised if they're related.

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Kayla: M-Marriage? Wow! That's amazing! No wonder you're glowing tonight. It must be love.

Nico: Ah, well, it's also my first time bringing a partner to an awarding ceremony. It feels amazing, knowing that from today onwards, I have no need to hide my relationship with my partner.

—- Comment section from the live video: excuseyou: Definitely constipated. Sorrynotsorry: Someone kick this Percy-stan out. —-

Kayla: And how about you… Mr. Oceanus?

Aeon: Aeon’s fine.

Kayla: How are you feeling tonight?

Aeon: I feel like I’m on cloud nine (smiles warmly). Having the love of my life acknowledge our relationship publicly, and having the public know that I am his as much as he’s mine… (pulls Nico close to press a kiss to his forehead) Perfect. Everything’s perfect.

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Comment section from the live video: NDAPS: HE SAID THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE OMG!!! EAT THAT PERCABETH SHIPPERS, YOU CAN HAVE YOUR GOLDEN COUPLE, WE HAVE OUR PLATINUM COUPLE! NicosAngel: 😭🥳😭🥳😭🥳😭 Perc4beth4evr: !!! Shituation: The way Nico closed his eyes, and his lips curling to the softest of smiles when Aeon pulled him close and kissed his forehead--- Dear God, I have a new reason to wake up everyday

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Kayla: That’s wonderful! All right, I won’t keep you guys any longer. I hope you enjoy the rest of the evening. And Nico, all the best for the awarding!

Kayla: (whispers, but microphone catches it) And all the best for your wedding.

Nico: (laughs) Thanks, Kayla. (walks into the event with Aeon, hand-in-hand)

#aeon (pjo)#nico di angelo #pjo #nion #percy jackson #still dunno what to tag this as

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lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit · 1 year

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I have a craving for a oneshot on the rocks, with a hint harsh, a drip of tagic, a taste of spice, and an after taste as sweet a sugar.

For flavoring, I was thinking about of a Nicodeme "Nico" Savory or a Mordecai Heller, which ever the Bardtender think's will taste better.

Two characters, two authors! Enjoy your flavourful drinks. (Just make sure you have a designated driver to take you home, since this is gonna be a Hell of an experience. Maybe you should sit down. No passing out in my bar!) -mod Ille

At last, my bilingual ass has been summoned for something! -mod Iphie

(CW for semi-descriptive headshot, a nasty gash to the arm and implied character death)

Mordecai’s head pounded from the blow against the brick wall. The cat who had roughly shoved him there was now practically headless, their skull shattered from a point-blank side-of-the-head shot.

Y/N was panting slightly as they both eyed the corpse. Mordecai taking off his glasses to clean the blood splatters off the lenses snapped their attention towards him and relief flooded their eyes. “Thank god, you’re okay…”

“‘Okay’ is subjective,” Mordecai grumbled, not at all surprised when a curious hand came down with blood when he checked the back of his head. “I may require medical assistance.”

“Shit. Let me see?”

On a normal day, he would have objected. He would’ve shied away from his partner’s touch and insisted that they merely get going in case the bloodthirsty felines they had the unfortunate luck of working with killed the cat they were tasked with questioning. This time, however, he reluctantly yet obediently turned around.

Y/N carefully moved his pinned ears up, mumbling an apology as they knew he didn’t like them getting touched. “It doesn’t look like much,” they said after a moment. “I think your fur’s picked up the worst of it. Once you get cleaned up you can probably get a better idea of what to do with it. Does your brain hurt?”

Mordecai shook his head slowly. It didn’t feel like anything got knocked loose, nor did his brain loudly object by spinning or pounding. “No.”

“No headache, no…?”

“Nothing, I appear to be fine.”

Y/N didn’t respond to that, instead moving around Mordecai to check his eyes. They visibly relaxed when they made eye contact. “You’re fine. Your eyes are clear. You’ve got a thick head, Morde.”

Mordecai rolled his eyes in response. Y/N snickered and held a blood-soaked hand out to him as gunshots started up again somewhere a little ways away from their alleyway.

“C’mon,” they whispered. “I think the twins are having too much fun without us.”

Mordecai pointedly stared at their hand. Y/N got the hint after a moment and wiped it off onto their pant leg as much as they could. When it was more or less clean, he finally slipped his hand into theirs and led them towards the sounds of violence.

Needless to say, the Savoys were having far more of a ball than Mordecai and Y/N did. Neither of them knew what it was about the situation that had made them so feral—what it was about their job in general—but it was to be expected that when a bit of firepower needed to be fired, there would be no survivors.

The particularly unlucky spot they had got themselves in involving not only an interrogation gone wrong, but a rival gang and couple of passing cops too.

No, the Savoys were not professional or clean in their line of work, but Mordecai had to admit they were definitely quick and effective.

By the time they turned the alleyway corner, the last shots had been fired and there were no more disturbances to be seen—or to deal with. Before long, raucous laughter replaced the blazing gunfire.

Serafine heaved Boudreaux onto her shoulder and wiped the sweat from her brow. "Seems like that's the last of 'em," she sighed, kicking one of the surrounding corpse with the steel toe of her boot. "They really thought pistols and glass could come up against us!"

"The source?"

"Dead."

"And the other intruders?"

"All dead, of course."

"And the cops?"

Serafine gave him a look. "What do you think? We're not that stupid, cher."

"What about the cargo?" Mordecai pressed, wiping the back of his bleeding hand on his trenchcoat.

"'S all here," Nico chuckled, patting the crate hidden behind a couple of bins. "Secure and ready to go, chief."

Mordecai glanced at it. His frown only soured. To think that all of this—the red stained cobbles, the spent and expensive ammunition, even the new scar he sustained to the back of his hand—was for one small box. Mr Sweet must have been incredibly eager to get his hands on whatever was inside, at the detriment of his staff.

Mordecai only hoped it was worth it.

He had been wondering that a lot ever since he joined the Marigold bandits. Lackadaisy runs had been just as messy, but at least they weren't for as senseless a cause as this one.

A sudden gasp from Y/N brought him back to the rest of his team.

"Nico, your arm!"

Mordecai's paled when he finally clocked on to what they meant. A long, deep gnash tore down the Savoy brother's left arm, the jagged wound so deep it was almost black in the low light of the alley. Blood smeared every inch of his fur and then some, staining his front and even his cheek. The glass shard used to perform the deed was still wedged inside, worryingly close to his wrist.

Even Serafine took a step back, the bloodlust in her eyes cast aside immediately.

Only Nico was calm.

He looked down and yanked out the glass, then rolled his shoulder back to inspect the damage. He shrugged.

"I've had worse," he laughed.

Mordecai knew a lie when he heard one, and when he saw that Nico's brave face was slipping by the second. Dark chuckles of dismissal lost assurance and volume until they were barely heard at all. Bright amber eyes lost focus and eyelids sagged.

He collapsed.

Serafine rushed to catch her twin, carefully laying him down on the ground. She squeezed his uninjured hand as Y/N--who was evidently playing medic today--dropped to their knees on his other side and took their claws to the coat they were wearing.

"He's bleeding a lot," they muttered fearfully, talking more to themself than anything. "We might need to take him to a hospital."

"No."

Their ears flicked as Mordecai brought them back to the present. They looked back at him. "Mordecai, this is more than I can handle. If we don't get him to the—"

"How will you explain the injury?"

"It's none of their business." There was a hard edge to Serafine's voice. "Eider he goes, or I kill you both when 'e dies."

Mordecai made his way over to Y/N and knelt down beside them. Blood was still flowing from the wound in a steady stream, it easily soaking through the coat fabric Y/N painstakingly wrapped around Nico's arm as a bandage.

"He will either bleed out before we get to the hospital," he started, straightening up again. "Or he will seizure and pass on anyway. There is no—"

Serafine lunged. Y/N grabbed her shoulders before claws met fur. "Serafine, don't! Don't. I will do what I can to keep him stable. You stay with him."

The queen was out for blood again, her ears pinned back almost flat against her skull and her tail fluffed out. Still, she relented; ever so slowly returning to crouching by Nico's side and taking his hand again. Y/N was probably one of the few felines that could talk her down from bloodthirsty to benevolent.

Mordecai stood back again as Y/N went to work, putting pressure on the wound and mumbling to themself. Serafine appeared to have gone inside herself as she held Nico's free hand in one and stroked his head with the other.

"T'es un salaud si tu penses que j'vais te laisser crever comme ça," she muttered.

Nico's chuckle was far too light for the situation. "Et toi, t'es toujours aussi têtue qu'au couvent," he teased weakly. "Y a des choses qui ne changent jamais, hein?"

"J'suis ta sœur. Je reste ici."

"En tant que ton frère, je dis que non. Les flics peuvent arriver d'un moment à l'autre."

"T'as pas le choix, mon cher."

She gripped his hand tighter, for the last time.

When his breathing started to become shallow and Y/N's canines appeared over their bottom lip, Mordecai predicted the end result.

They looked at Serafine mumbling what Mordecai presume to be a prayer before turning to him, their E/C eyes worried. An unspoken question hung between them. "What do I say to her?"

Serafine and Nicodeme were inseparable. Where one was, the other was hardly ever far behind. From what Mordecai could tell they had been that way since they were children.

There would be no easy way to pull Serafine away from her twin brother.

Y/N reached across Nico to put their hand on top of the twins' own. Serafine's head snapped up to meet their eyes. They swallowed hard before speaking. "Serafine..."

"I know."

"You don't have to stay here. If you don't want to see him—"

She shook her head, cutting them off. "I'm staying here. You leave, bring him—" She shot Mordecai a dirty glare. "—too. I don't want to see his face again. Not after his idiotic interrogation went wrong and caused this. I'll deal with him later."

"But—"

"Go."

Y/N nodded and carefully stood up, reluctantly taking their hands off Nico's arm. Serafine stroked his head again as they made their way over to Mordecai.

Their voice cracked when they spoke. "She wants us to leave."

"So I overheard."

"She's not happy."

"I heard that too."

"Mordecai, I swear to god, if you start being snarky when her brother is fucking—"

He cut them off by abruptly turning and walking away. They rushed to catch up to him, their fur bristling.

The walk between the two back to the car was silent. Y/N was oddly quiet, their eyes hard and footsteps quick. It wasn't until Mordecai reached for the driver's side door that they broke the spell. "Uh-uh, you're not driving."

Mordecai turned to them. "Excuse me?"

"You took a nasty hit to the head." Y/N wouldn't meet his eyes as they pulled his hand away from the door handle. "Even if you don't have a concussion, I don't want you driving. The motion might aggravate things and—"

"Y/N."

"—then it'll be you in the hospital and I'll have to explain that anyway and—"

"Y/N L/N."

"—then Mister Sweet is going to want answers and—"

Y/N squeaked when Mordecai grabbed their shoulders and shoved them against the car. E/C eyes finally met green ones as they stumbled over their words to silence.

"Enough." Mordecai dusted off their shoulders, and then his own paws, before standing up straight again. "We will be fine without him. She will likely be more of a savage than usual, but we will deal with that. Asa Sweet will be my responsibility to deal with, not yours."

He definitely did not want to think of the funeral, if at all. He didn't know what was sadder: the thought of it happening in the first place, or the fact that he'd likely not get one at all.

At his core, Nico was just another disposable part of the Marigold workforce. Mordecai had to get it into his head himself and stop wallowing over it all. He would need to try and get Y/N to do so as well. He could see tears well up in their eyes.

Crying never helped anyone or anything. It certainly wouldn't now, not unless they were made of magical medicine that could cure all ailments.

But as luck would have it, they were not.

That was where unprofessionalism like the Savoys got people in this business. They'd take it as a warning.

A warning that stung, but a warning to be sure. The thought of such a strong, seemingly unbeatable fighter dying in an alley, in dirt, in disgrace, made his fur bristle.

Mordecai still couldn't help but wonder if it wasn't a little his own fault, somewhere down the line.

He probably wouldn't admit it even if it was.

Y/N's ears moved back and forth, either registering his words or listening for something. They looked over both of his shoulders and back over their own. Mordecai strained his own ears to listen to, so their next words made him (embarrassingly) flinch.

"Can I hug you?"

"What? Yes. Wait, no-"

Too late. Y/N practically threw themself at him, crushing him into a hug so tight it felt like he was about to be suplexed. His hiss of displeasure went unnoticed by them, up until he awkwardly patted their head; then they abruptly let go and backed up so quickly they slammed against the car and bumped their head.

The irony wasn't lost on Mordecai as Y/N growled and rubbed the back of their head. They shot him a look when they noticed the small smile on his muzzle.

"Don't say it."

"Do you require medical assistance?"

[French Translations:

"If you think I'm gonna leave you here alone to die, you're a bastard."

"And you're still as stubborn as you were back at the convent. Some things never change, eh?"

"I'm your sister. I'm staying here."

"And as your brother, I say no. The cops could arrive at any moment."

"You don't have much of a choice in the matter, my dear."]

#🖋 mod ille #🦉mod iphiko #Oneshot on the Rocks #Lackadaisy #Mordecai Heller #Nicodeme Savoy #Serafine Savoy #oneshot #tw character death

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nicole-the-hololynx · 5 months

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please nico tell me about the chao adventure games! ive never heard of them

(also its rly a shame theres no chao transfer equivalent for the ports)

yeah it's a real shame 😔

Anyways on the Chao Adventure games!! there's two of these, Chao Adventure for Sonic Adventure and Chao Adventure 2 for Sonic Adventure 2 (simple!)

Most of my experience is with the first Chao Adventure, so that's the one I will focus on. Chao Adventure 2 is similar but I'm not familiar enough with it to comment much. Don't assume anything here applies there.

Chao Adventure is a game you can download into your VMU which lets you take one of your Chao around with you! It's kind of like a Tamagotchi. The game mostly revolves around your Chao going on a trip. You can choose what area your Chao will go to next, and at certain spots in the map you can meet up with the SA1 cast, who will give your Chao a permanent stat bonus as a gift!

A Chao walking through a Shrine... image from Chao Island

Through the game you can battle other Chao, earn rewards such as rare fruits you can't find in the base game, and mostly just raise your Chao's stats in an environment where you don't have to worry about them aging. It's very useful for getting those Chao Race Emblems more easily!

To me the main thing that sets Chao Adventure apart from its later counterpart the Tiny Chao Garden is that your Chao is a lot more involved! Chao in this game LOVE to talk to you. They're constantly making comments, asking questions, and the like. It makes me connect more to this little virtual pet!

It also helps that thanks to both SA1 having a much simpler Chao system and the VMU itself having very simplistic graphics, your Chao tends to resemble its proper 3D model closer in this one (animal parts are still gone, but you can now see the Chao change design depending on its type, and the colors can't be off since this is a 1 bit display lol)

Look at this lovely face! 😊 Sprite ripped by UltimaNumber255

It's a fun enough game and a nice time waster, which is why I sometimes take it with me on trips :P it's a bit sad that the Tiny Chao Garden doesn't have anywhere near the same scope, but I imagine trying to do a game like this on the GBA would take up a lot more resources...

Can't end this without mentioning the two major flaws it has tho. They aren't the fault of the game, but rather seem to be inherent flaws to the VMU....

The game uses up WAY too much storage!! After installing Chao Adventure, you're only BARELY left with enough storage for the SA1 save file!! And also the VMU loves to chug through batteries. I can't really afford to keep it going for too long!! Clock batteries are also very expensive in my country so I've had to start importing them in order to keep the game on.

Still a very fun experience tho, and one I very much recommend if you can get a Dreamcast! Or if you love Tamagotchi or similar stuff! (and if you can pay for batteries...)

#ess rambles #sonic adventure #thanks for the ask!!! 😊#I haven't played much CA2 in no small part bc I no longer own a TV to play SA2 in...#and unlike CA1 CA2 relies heavily on connecting the game back home fairly often #otherwise events don't get randomized and it becomes very repetitive....#sad!#maybe I should just get a CA1 Chao set up next time I can borrow a TV...#I bet that'd be fun...

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onceuponaloonatic · 8 months

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i'm bored at work and i thought up this little samo moment for my new fic. sorry it's unpolished i wrote it on my lunch break lol. please let me know any comments (or constructive criticism i'm working on revising the fic rn) !!

(and if your new here here's the stuff i've posted so far for my new fic 1 || 2 || 3 || 4)

tw: angst

“Are you recording?” Sana giggled as she looked up at her best friend.

“Yeah.”

“Momoring!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Sana smiled when her wife emerged from the kitchen. Momo had a huge smile on her face, and Sana resisted the urge to swipe at the frosting on her cheek. Sana moved behind Nico’s high chair, smiling at the confused look on her baby’s face.

“Here you go, princess Nico.” Momo put a tiny bright pink cake down in front of Nico. There was one lit candle burning, and Nico seemed entranced by it.

“1,2,3 Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you,” Sana sang her heart out, moving her face next to her daughter’s. As she sang she nearly melted at the huge smile on Nico’s face. “Happy birthday dear Nico, happy birthday to you.” Sana and Momo both blew out the candle at the same time. Nico erupted in giggles, reaching her hands out and digging her fingers in the cake.

“Nico-chan.” Sana giggled, reaching for a paper towel while Nico tasted the frosting all over her hands.

“Let her have fun, Satang.” Momo giggled. “I made it baby sized, just for her.” Momo pulled the candle out of the cake, smiling as Nico watched her every move.

“Mama!” Nico screamed as Momo kissed her cheek.

“Go crazy Nico-chan.”

“Should I still be recording?” Nayeon laughed from behind the camera.

“Yes!” Sana and Momo both answered at the same time.

“Okay okay.”

“Is it good?” Momo giggled as Nico continued to stick her hands in the cake, bringing handfuls of chocolate cake and frosting to her mouth. Momo put one finger through the cake, tasting a little bit of frosting. “Oh no wonder you love it, I did an amazing job.” Momo smiled.

“So confident.” Sana rolled her eyes, moving over to Momo’s side. “It looked good, thank you for making her birthday cake.”

“Mm-hmm. Want a taste?” Momo offered her finger, which was still covered in frosting.

“Sure.” Sana smirked, wrapping her arms around Momo and pulling her into a kiss.

“Eww you two not in front of the kid!” Nayeon whined, Sana and Momo just flashed her a grin as Nico shoved cake into her mouth. “I’m turning this off, you two are disgusting.”

Sana felt tears running down her cheek as the video cut to black.

She knew she shouldn’t be watching videos like this, but she was in a nostalgic mood that night.

It all started earlier that evening. Nico was feeling the effects of sitting at home all day, and in her boredom, she had decided to “make” a parade. She used string and toy cars to create floats for her stuffed animals to sit on, and had paraded across the living room for nearly an hour after dinner. She had even made herself a paper crown and designated herself the line leader. Her stuffed animals kept falling off, and Nico kept pausing to put them back, but Sana thought it was the most adorable thing ever. She took video after video of her daughter, praising her for her adorableness and creativity throughout the entire performance. Nico exhausted herself in the ordeal, so she went to bed early while Sana showered her with kisses. After cleaning up Nico’s toys, Sana had decided to go through her footage.

It didn’t take long for her to fall down a rabbit hole of Nico content. Her album for her daughter was not as big as she wished it was, it was hard to take adorable pictures and videos of her little girl when she had been in and out of hospitals her entire life. Sana tried not to take photographs that would make Nico sad later in her life.

At first, the photos of her daughter’s happiest moments had made her heart feel full, if not a little nostalgic. Nico was growing up fast, and even if there were hard times Sana just wished to press pause on her daughter’s childhood. She was waist deep in her emotions about her little baby growing up when she started coming across pictures with Momo in them. It didn't take her long to stumble across the video from Nico's first birthday.

They all looked so happy. Everyone was smiling, and Momo still looked at Sana like she was everything in the world.

Seeing Momo act like the woman she had fallen in love with again, even if it was just a video, made it feel like her heart was breaking all over again.

#twice #minatozaki sana #hirai momo #samo

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hischierlovebot · 2 months

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Find The Word Tag

Tagged by @mikathemad and @kitnita thank you so much to both of you!!

This is going to be so long, so I'm cutting it off soon, sorry in advance jsjsjs

My words (Mika's): remember, white, love, sweet

Remember:

“I live with him, remember?” Wyatt’s eyes dart to the side, before returning to Roope’s face. Something twists in Roope’s stomach, like his food is settling all wrong. He frowns. “I thought you’d left,” he replies. Wyatt’s fingers twitch, before Wyatt shoves his hands deep in his pockets. “Yeah, well,” Wyatt shrugs, then bites his bottom lip, chewing on it like he wants to make it bleed. It comes away red and shiny when spit, when Wyatt finally releases it, hums and shrugs again as he turns to Roope. “An experiment. It went terribly so. I went back to Joe’s.”

White:

Everybody knows, that the northern sirens are more dangerous than their brethren from the South. Or, rather, they all should know, but the southern sirens were flashier, easier to remember, than their more cunning siblings, their minds made as sharp as their teeth by the cold that could kill everyone without pause. Petey had shown them his teeth when he arrived, all sharp edges and blinding white, and never let anyone forget them.

Love:

“Yeah, Marns and…,” he sighs again. His voice sounds muffled from behind his fingers, and when he lets out a chuckle, it’s airy and as fake as the designer bags that Kniesy insists are the real thing. Auston drops his hands from his face after a moment, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, while his mouth twists into a smile that’s all sharp edges, every one of them directed inwards, before continuing. “Only falling in love with boys and things that will break my heart.”

(bitter)Sweet:

It should be a relief, that he can rest, that he isn’t late, not really, but instead it tastes like disappointment, something bittersweet lodged in his throat. He lead his team to the playoffs, for the first time in years. They got kicked out of them, so thoroughly and suddenly that Nico’s body couldn’t get used to the idea, loose the shape of his stick between his hands, the roaring of the crowd from his ears.

Zoe's words:

Matter:

Trevor comes undone under Jack's hands with a soft cry, his body writhing on the bed as he buries his fingers in the sheets, soft whimpers spilling from him no matter how hard he bites his lips. Leaning forward, Jack presses their mouths together, coaxes Trevor's open and drinks the sounds he lets out like he's a man lost in the desert and Trevor an oasis.

Hot:

Ty does turn around, now, and Wyatt's face feels sunburnt all over, like the time he fell asleep by the pool and forgot to put on sunscreen. Under Ty's surprised expression, Wyatt feels both hot and cold, like he might discover a shade of red never before seen on a human. "Okay," Ty replies, slowly, his eyes scanning Wyatt's face like he can read whatever is writing under his flush. "But I stand by it. You're as pretty as a girl, prettier than some, even."

Respect:

There is no respect in any of my wips friends, I am sorry, there are some very rude people

Even:

Hischier’s wearing the stupid sweater. The one with white and brown stripes, so fucking ugly that even Jack would like to burn it to ashes. He’d rip it off Hischier, throw it in a volcano just so he didn’t have to see it, save humanity from such a horrendous sight. The Hischier on screen, prerecorded, ignorant of Jack’s existence and his inner monologue, laughs and shrugs. The sweater engulfs him whole, and Jack clenches his fist so hard there are prints of a half moon in the palm of his hand.

Thank you both for tagging me, it was a lot of fun!

Tagging: @coffeehound91 @ijustdontlikepeople @devilssacrament

Your words: sky, blood, forget, years

#in no particular order we have: fake dating magical hearts with fuckbuddies (no) werewolves suffering roope actor au wydelly #heart fic #i am very excited about some of these (all of them but some are more likely to see the light soon) and i hope you guys will like them too #feel free to play if i havent tagged you either. and no pressure if you don't want to play!#and if you want to talk fic to me. you know where i am #valstuff #my writing

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frigidcoast · 11 months

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Information!

Frigid/Frig/Glacial/Nico

he/they/it/rot - 13-16 - pan-oriented aroace - nonbinary I'm a multifandom artist who's also very slow at making art lmao. please do not pressure me if I'm taking a long time to finish something. friendly reminder that I have school and friends, which I often worry about I don't have any triggers really besides realistic gorey stuff. nsfw weirdos and proshitters will be blocked on sight, I do not need to see that shit. do not interact with me. IF I am following or liking/reblogging posts from anyone who's problematic, please let me know! same goes for anything I post that may seem offensive! please tell me!! and do not be afraid to contact me if I've done something that you are uncomfortable with!!

!! WARNING - Some of my art may contain FLASHY COLORS and GORE !! if you don't like that, or it triggers you, please block these tags!! gore gore tw eyestrain eyestrain tw

a little info:

I'm generally a pretty monotone person, I may come off as not caring, but I'm just not very good at displaying emotion in voice or text.

I'm pretty socially anxious, so communicating with other people is a pretty large task for me! please do not pressure me into stuff :( ask and requests rules/info: won't do: ❌ will do: ✅ heavy gore [❌] nsfw [❌] heavy romance art [❌] (like. passionate kissing. I'm fine with a little peck on the cheeck) light + medium gore [✅] oc art [✅] platonic shipping art [✅] (IF I DON'T LIKE THE SHIP [ie: makes me uncomfortable, generally just weird, problematic] I WILL DECLINE) - this can only go to specific lengths. I still have the right to decline if something makes me uncomfortable regardless. in-character questions [✅] (ie: hey rivulet, what's your favorite food?) silly doodle requests [✅]

💣current interests not sorted in any way; rain world, honkai: star rail, honkai impact 3rd, genshin impact, ultrakill

sometimes I also post completely original characters and ocs for games like rain world! (for example, Fen is a slugcat oc I made for Rain World)

my art can be used anywhere, just credit me please! and if you for some reason make any fanart of my designs or something, ping me! I don't mind mentions at all! I also don't mind asks or messages, I really like interacting with people.. it's just my social anxiety that halts me from answering or responding to everything..

🔗 links n stuff woohoo

carrd - outdated :3

rentry - outdated as well..

discord - guineamoosh

🐛tags -

#frigid art - my art! I rarely use this tag though because I.. very often forget to.. #frigid text - rambling and text posts!! #frigid polls - polls I make for the funsies or important decisions

#gift - anything people make for me! ocs, fanart of designs, or whatever, it's all going to be tagged as this! :)

#ask - any asks I get and answer from my inbox!

#important - anything I post that I deem important or that I need to be able to access quickly fandom tags will be used, so please filter out what you DON'T want to see on my blog!

that should be it for now, thank you! if I should add or remove anything else, please let me know!

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mynewchapter · 5 months

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With the Percy Jackson series coming out soon, I thought to read the book series again. I'm on the third book The Titan's Curse. Where Nico di Angelo is first introduced. It reminded me of an additional chapter I made for the last book from the second series The Blood of Olympus. I'm not much into writing fan fiction, but I always felt Nico deserved a happy ending. I wrote it back in 2014.

NICO

He never excepted so many questions. Nico felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders when he finally told Percy that he had had a crush on him. But for four days, Percy wouldn't leave him alone. Percy kept asking questions. Nico did his best to ignore them or if he saw Percy he would hide. "But what do you mean I wasn't your type? Dude! We've been friends for a long time! Why did you never tell me! Is this why you pulling away from everyone? Was this my fault?!" Impressed that Percy could still breathe. Nico pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled loudly. "Percy, it doesn't matter if you were my type or not, it would never have worked, besides you HAVE ANNABETH! Can we please drop this?"

He walked away fast, hoping Percy wasn't following. He had to find Annabeth, if anyone could control Percy it was her, he wandered around the camp, until he spotted her in front of Athena's cabin.

"Oh my gods! Annabeth, I need your help with Percy." "What's he doing now?" "He won't stop asking me questions, I'm ready to slug him." Annabeth fell over laughing, "well I think you dented his ego a bit with that "You weren't my type" comment." "Can you please stop laughing, this is serious." Nico felt childish for doing so, but he stuck his tongue out at her. "Fine," she tried to catch her breath, "I'll see what I can do." "Thank you!" He looked at his watch, "Dang, I'm late. Talk to you later Annabeth."

Nico ran as fast as he could to the infirmary, he stopped for a moment outside the door to catch his breath. As he walked in, a large number of demigods greeted him, there were still a few that looked nervous around him, and he couldn't blame them. It didn't bother him, he just kept walking to the back of the cabin. "Well look who it is, the son of Hades himself." A blonde hair guy stood up straight, after examining a broken arm. "Glad you could join us." "I'm sorry, I had to ask Annabeth for help with Percy, he won't stop questioning me." Damn, Nico thought, too much information. Will Solace gave him a questioning look, "Oh, what is he asking?" "Um, nevermind that." Nico tried to think fast, "uh, is there anything I can assist you with today?" "Hmm, well actually yes, thank you for asking." Will seemed to have dropped the subject. "We keep running out of bandages, could you please cut us more? Everyone is healing fast, but there are still a lot of injuries." He walked Nico over to a small desk, held out the supply of bandage rolls and scissors.

The days kept on like this, with any free time they had, Nico and Will would hangout near Thalia's tree, and look to Camp Half-Blood, just talking, joking,and laughing. Nico finally felt like he belonged, he had friends, actual friends, not kids just pretending to be nice. Percy seemed to have finally let the questions go and they could all have normal conversations. When Nico was alone, he would design the new interior of his cabin, brightened it up.

Everything was going relatively well for a month after the war with Gaea, but Nico knew happiness only lasted so long for children of the Underworld, and was worrying about when this would end. Nico and Will sat in their usual spot, not saying anything, just relaxing. Nico slipped into deep thought, his realization that even with how nice it was being friends with Will Solace, he would never be truly happy because the friendship wouldn't go anything further. "What's wrong?" Will knew when there was something wrong. "Hmm, sorry. I was just thinking." "What about?" "Nothing, we're cool." Nico was hoping the matter wouldn't press on. "Dude, I'm like almost your best friend now, right?" Will smiled Damn, no such luck, Nico thought, he hesitated, "ye-yes?" "Well then you should be able to tell me anything, am I right?" His blue eyes pierced into Nico's soul, so much concern, Nico wasn't used to it. "I'm just," Nico paused, "afraid that what I say, might lose you as a friend, and I don't want that." "Please just tell me, I promise you'll still have me as a friend," Will reassured. Ugh, stubborn demigod, Nico thought. He took a deep breath. "I like you." Nico took a moment before he looked at Will's reaction. Will laughed, "I like you too." Ugh, Nico dreaded this moment, he's kept himself from saying the word. But it made conversations like this hard, he never wanted to be so different from the other demigods, but this and being a son of Hades was just cruel. Nico took another deep breath and the words came out so fast that he couldn't stop himself. "No, I mean I like, like you. Like how Percy and Annabeth are, and this past month has been great, and I'm glad we are friends, but I'm sad that it will never go any further than this, and with me saying all this, I just don't want to lose-" Nico was interrupted by Will kissing him. Once Will pulled away Nico just sat there, frozen, silent, and wide-eyed. No words came to mind. Will laughed. "I told you like you too." "I, I, uh, okay," Nico's brain hadn't fully restarted yet, "Um, that uh, was um, not, the um reaction, I was, um, excepting." Will grabbed Nico's face, "di Angelo." Nico couldn't stop staring into those blue eyes, "yes?" His voice cracked "Shut up." Will leaned once more and they kissed again.

#percy jackson #the titans curse #nico di angelo #son of hades #gay #spoiler #spoilers #the heros of olympus #The blood of olympus #will solace #son of apollo #rick riordan #fan fiction #fanfiction #disney plus #disney+#son of pluto

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dajaregambler · 8 months

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HeliosR - Sing in the darkness - Chapter 2 - Part 19

Translation of Sing in the darkness from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’, a new side arc alongside the current main story arc Like the dawning light.

Sage: ……..

Bianchi: I’ll help

Sage: Bianchi-san! Thank you. There’s not much left but… Could you put away the dishes for me?

Bianchi: Got it

Bianchi: …Sorry for earlier, Sei-chan

Sage: Ah…. no don’t worry. I was reflecting on how I acted too impulsively back there….

Sage: I’m truly sorry if I made you uncomfortable….

Bianchi: Not at all. Don’t apologize

Bianchi: I wasn’t able to answer immediately but… If you’re happy with me then please do let me take care of it, making the costumes and all.

Sage: Really!?

Bianchi: Yes. I was seriously taken aback earlier… Yet it really made me happy.

Bianchi: You remembered how I aimed to become a designer. Thank you for that, Sei-chan

Sage: N-no, I should be the one that’s grateful…! I can’t thank you enough, I’m certain it’ll become a great mock battle

Sage: Aaah~ I’m so excited. What theme should we do♪

Bianchi: Fufu. Sei-chan’s no doubt Robin’s student

Sage: Eh?

Bianchi: At first glance you both seem like completely different types, however when looking at your way of thinking and your perspectives, you two are surprisingly similar.

Sage: I’m similar to Sensei…? Do you mean that?

Bianchi: Yes. I’ve been asking Robin for advice lately, to be honest

Bianchi: Just as Sei-chan, he suggests to make the best use of your strong points, and does keep a close eye on you contrary to what I thought

Sage: You mentioned advice, is there something you’re worried about?

Bianchi: It’s an awfully personal thing. I had also told Robin about how I wanted to become a designer….

Bianchi: I was convinced I was satisfied with my decision, but once I did become a hero, my dream wasn’t gone after all.

Sage: Eh!? Don’t tell me, you’re going to quit being a hero and become a designer….?

Bianchi: Ufufu, not at all. No need to look so anxious

Bianchi: Hmm… It’s more like, with these feelings not going away, I do have some regret about becoming a hero

Bianchi: All these cuties here… To me it’s as if they’re open-hearted like you are, and they became heroes with those straightforward feelings.

Bianchi: And then here I am with my half-baked emotions, it makes me feel guilty

Sage: T-that’s not….

Bianchi: I・ told ・you, to not make such a face♡

Bianchi: With Robin being there for me, and thinking it over myself, I’ll come to a satisfying conclusion about it all

Bianchi: Fufu, you came with that proposal while I was giving it more thought… and that’s what spooked me all the more

Sage: I see….

Bianchi: I’ll say it one more time….. It really made me happy.

Bianchi: That’s why, I’ll do my best to design costumes that’ll get the whole venue hyped up

Sage: …..!

Bianchi: Wait a sec, this means that Sei-chan and Nico-chan will be wearing the costumes I’ll design, yes?

Bianchi: That’s just getting me even more worked-up when I think about it…

Bianchi: My desire to dress someone however I want to, was always right here… Ufufu♡

Sage: U-um, please do be gentle…

Bianchi: Alright! Time to pour my heart and soul into designing~~~~♪

#helios rising heroes #heliosr #sage skyfall #bianchi law #sing in the darkness

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maxverstepponme · 2 years

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Because of so many things we hear or see from him, I hate Lewis' activism. He's there for women and women's rights but uses sooo many women as if they are random stuff, or things or sexual objects (doesn't matter if those women agree, if you use or think or act that way to even one women, it doesn't matter if you act completely different to other women, if you suit that usage for a women, you are problematic). He's there for the environment but using private jets all the time and travelling too much also when it's not necessary, 63827828382672 pieces of fast fashion, personal collaborations with extremely toxic companies and brands, never wears one thing again, using boats etc. least but not last, he's an F1 driver. He causes more damage to the world more than all of us combined here. Political activism, but a sir of england. (racial justice activism is different, I won't say anything about that, thanks goodness we have him in f1, rare people who bring actual diversity in motorsports). I don't know, I loove Lewis as a driver. But nothing else but a driver. Only care about him when he's in the car, otherwise I'm as disgusted from him as I am from some other men and maybe even more and his opinions on general stuff don't interest me. I think not same but a little bit similar about Seb. I don't like him because of character or activism like many other people do. I like these two drivers because they made me and still make me love f1. Nothing else but that. They are extremely biased people that we only know through very much controlled media//

What a shallow knowledge

But let’s go

1. The sexual life of any person is not any of yours of our business. You actually don’t know how he feels or actually acts. To make those remarks based on what’s on the media… mmmh

He has done more for women in the sport than the 90% of all drivers I’ve ever seen. To discard that just based on what people say or think about his intimacy is not okay. He is doing something for women and that’s facts, about his personal life is just speculating.

Angela, the person who is more close to Lewis than anyone said in the past that all this womanizer persona is just made by the media. He is not like that. According to Angela. And Lewis has said multiple times that everything he is, is because of Angela’s work. Making Angela the most relevant woman on the paddock.

2. His private jet is ecological. And he also changed most of his cars to electric ones. Like I said you have shallow information. So many other people have private jets and cars that that are not sustainable.

3. About causing a damage as a F1 driver? All the cars on the grid combined don’t pollute as much as a commercial flight.

4. A Sir, someone who received that awards for his achievements, representing people of colors that were snubbed in the past for being POC.

5. About his clothes. He works with a fashion stylist. Law. So he doesn’t actually keep it own most of his wardrobe. That’s why he doesn’t repeat. He also uses his passion for fashion as a platform for small designers and black designers. Literally shouting them on his social media and buying a whole table on the MET gala for them.

Lewis finds a way to make activism on everything he is passionate about, im grateful to have a driver who uses his platform to make more than just drive a car.

I just wanted to clarify some of the points that you make. You can still disagree with him, and don’t like him. But the man has done a lot for the world more than most people.

If I compare him with someone as Nico, Lewis doesn’t seem forced. Is more natural in his character.

I understand your points, but I think that a insight from someone who has been following him for years can clarify some.

Lewis can be a dick sometimes, but after Nicole breakup and Nico conflict he has improve for the better.

I do recognize his activism.

Nonnie thank you so much for this

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 1 year

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Tired. (2)

Welp...I’m not about to argue with this nutjob.

If he wants to rush towards his death, let him.

Don’t say that! I-

Makoto, enough. You know better than any of us that changing Kuripa’s mind is a heavy task.

You want to have faith in him, don’t you?

...

Yeah, I do...

Makoto, he did kind of just lob the damn thing across the park, so...it’s not like he’s lacking in brawn.

If you had that much strength, you could have shown it a little sooner you know?

Hah. And steal everyone else’s spotlight? I’m not so cold...!

You! Gah! You are INSUFFERABLE!

...

But...thank you...For everything.

You too. I owe you.

If you really think you owe me, pay me back by not dying. I’ll be annoyed if you do.

Come on. Let’s get out of here.

*Toko takes Akeru’s hand and carries Komaru on her back.

Kuripa! Thank you! Good luck!

Don’t mention it kid!

*Kuripa salutes them as they walk away.

...I still don’t trust you, but...I don’t have a choice. Katagiri is a much bigger threat than I anticipated.

Kurafto. For the good of all the people here, destroy that robot. Don’t you dare lose.

Hah! Now why would I EVER want to disappoint you?

...

*With a quiet snarl, Byakuya also rushes away.

...You are no longer a member of the Future Foundation, so there’s no need for you to take Byakuya’s orders, or anyone’s for that matter.

But I still see you as an ally, so naturally, I’ll take your plan into consideration.

If that’s how you want to spin it.

Let’s go Makoto. Kuripa can handle himself.

...I hope so...

*Makoto then leaves with Kyoko.

...

...Kuripa?

What?

...Remember how you kicked my ass back in the factory?

What, you think I’d just forget? I was traumatized dude, and I wasn’t even the one being beaten.

I know. But I want you to remember what you did to me.

And I want you to deliver TWICE as much punishment on that robot.

That’s the plan~ Speaking of which, you’re still recovering from then, so you should get to safety.

And Akamatsu...Thanks for the backup...and...I’m sorry.

Apology accepted.

Kaede! We should hurry!

Right!

*Kaede starts to head off with Mii-Yu.

I want to have a good long talk about all of this with you afterwards, but...I imagine Katagiri isn’t going to take your slight lying down.

And I’m far too expended of energy right now to really confront you...Not to mention a little terrified.

Terrified? Of me? Why would you be hehehehe...

*sigh* Same old Kuripa...always a riot.

It doesn’t matter. The point is I wish you luck. Don’t die.

I’m not planning on it.

Want me to support you?

No, I’m fine. Ngh...I think I need to get this wound patched up quickly though. My vision’s getting dizzy.

*Shuichi limps to safety.

Makoto is right though. That thing just molly-whopped all our asses.

I know how strong you REALLY are, so I’m not about to stop you or...tell you not to do this, but I still think you should have some backup.

If things go south, I’m counting on you to have my back. But for now, let a guy do what he’s gotta do. Let him MURDER a ROBOT.

Just...be careful, ok?

Careful? Pfft. Where’s the fun in that?

I’ll do what you asked and contact Nico immediately. She should be back in the clocktower by now and will get everyone to safety.

Good. Good luck, both of you.

Same to you, my friend.

*Kibin kisses Kuripa on the cheek, and then she and Rantaro back off. Kuripa turns around to see Sage Robot Hannibal X approach him.

“Telling your friends to leave you to die here? Seems you recognize your own weakness!”

They’re not my weakness Katagiri. They’re my strength.

‘Cause, y’know, whether they love me or hate me, at least they give a shit about me. That’s enough for me.

“Ah, I see. You’re an attention seeking sociopath! You know, the AETHER was designed to keep humanity alive forever, but...the world may not be a safe place so long as YOU are a part of it!.”

That’s rich coming from you, but I have nothing to say to that...All I’ll say is this...

*Kuripa reaches for his torn shirt and rips it off his body.

It’s time to do the thing you fear most...

...and DIE...!

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BOOK 4, BATTLE OF THE LABYRINTH LLAMALAD REVIEW

Ok first HELLO?!?!?!? I HAVENT DONE SOMETHING LIKE THIS IN FOREVER?!?! Now thanks to my new aztec mythology storyline I've decided to dive back into the pjo series and finish book four. I finally have the time to do so, AND NOW I GET EVEN MORE STUFF TO READ I GOT 5 MORE BOOKS AFTER THIS ONE, THEN THE SUN AND THE STAR, THEN THAT OTHER ONE!! (I forgor the name) NOT TO MENTION THE NEW SERIES COMING UP!!! so excited rn!! Alrighty let's get onto the review. THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS BTW

EVENTS MAY BE OUT OF ORDER DUE TO ADHD RAMBLING

OK SO THE BEGINNING SEEMED PRETTY NORMAL. always like seeing capture the flag, very fun!! Im a certified hater of the saytrs that were dissing grover, they can go like, fall in a hole or something.

Possible jail break with a coward dude with 100 hands?!?!?! Also woman with like a bunch of dragon and other animal heads that's also pretty cool. Comparing these designs to aztec monsters is very silly lol

Skipping to when they finally get into the laberynth, HERA IS VERY SUSPICIOUS I DON'T LIKE HER, but like then again maybe she's just on edge cuz Zeus cheated on her like half a million times. So what do I know.

Sphinx scene was very silly, sphinx is bbg, she is one of my favorite monsters cuz she reminded me of nepeta from homestuck.

Percy getting blown up by a volcano filled with silly little feral creatures is also pretty standard, then getting saved by some garden person. Her name was calypso, very nice name!! Her character was also refreshing.

Fight with that other one son of poseidon was also very cool, but i was too busy feeling bad about Annabeth and her interaction with Luke. Buuuut- ANNABETH STOP CRYING OVER HIM IK HES LIKE A SIBLING TO YOU BUT GET OVER IT HES EVIL NOW!!!!

Stupid little creature eyepatch demi god literally running as soon as they free him, mf is NOT greatful. Smh. IDC IF YOURE THE CHILD OF THE REVENGE GOD OR WHATEVER GET OVER IT YOU EDGELORD!!! speaking of edgelords, NICO STOP TALKING TO DRUG DEALER GHOSTS WHO HOLD YOUR DEAD SISTER OVER YOUR HEAD STOP!!

Speaking of nico when he got held hostage by that other guy previously and percy had to talk to those freaky flesh eating horses, those monsters were pretty neat. Like carnivorous horses seem like an awesome creature design. 10/10 would fight for my life.

OK GOING BACK TO THE SUBJECT when nico finally got betrayed by that ghost king guy it literally went like this

King of ghosts: MWAHAHAHA YOU STUPID CHILD I GOT WHAT I WANT U AINT GETTING UR SISTER BACK, DEATH TO THE CREATOR OF THE LABYRINTH HERE I CO-

Nico: skill issue

King of ghosts: WHAT?? WHAT DOES THAT MEA-

Nico: S K I L L I S S U E

*Obliterates with ground powers*

Also, my biggest comment and my FAVORITE REVEAL IS LUKE??? HELLO??? HIM COMING OUT OF THE TOMB POSESSED BY CRONOS ALMOST KILLING PERCY WITH TIME POWERS IS LITERALLY SO COOL?? it sent LITERAL chills down my spine, like, percy having time warped around him because he is the titan of time basically, and almost KILLED percy if it weren't for that hair brush. DUDE. LIKE, DUDE. THE NARRATIVE IMPACT IS IMMACULATE, ESPECIALLY ANNABETHS REACTION IS SO..

THEN THE LITERAL SOB FEST THAT IS PAN'S DEATH?? HELLO BRO LITERALLY JUST WANTED TO FADE AWAY BUT WAS ANCHORED BY THE FALSE HOPE OF THE SAYTRS. WUUGH WUH WRKG

Ok NEXT I must say the pet hell hound is literally adorable I love her sm TOO BAD HER OWNER KILLED HIMSELF jk nico killed him kinda BUT STILL. that battle at the end was REALLT COOL. Nico using his epic powers, tyson being tyson, and horse man shooting arrows epically?!?!?! and THE ANGST. I literally almost cried again when one of the only two dionysus children DIED. like BRO WHY THEM??? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GIVE THEM A NAME, THAT MADE IT WORSE, AND THE FACT THAT DIONYSUS ACTUALLY CARED AND PROBABLY GRIEVED FOR HIS SON.

Ok I think I covered the main parts, finally after this and after the death ceremonies, Annabeth being annoying, and nico being emo again and leaving, percy went home for his birthday. And everything seemed normal, tyson literally being the best character as normal, Mr blowfish man wanting to marry Percy's mom. AND THEN NOT ONLY POSEIDON PULL UP, BUT ALSO NICO?? LIKE YALL WERENT INVITED BUT OK. also sand dollars are cool I guess.

OK IM DONE NOW BYEEEEEE. BOOK IS 100/10 EXPECT POSSIBLE PJO FAN CONTENT SOON, BUT ALSO MAINLY MY AZTEC MYTHOLOGY STORYLINE!! FAIR WELL, ONTO BOOK 5 NOW

#pjo fandom #pjo series #pjo books #llama book rambles #book rambles #percy jackson fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #battle of the labyrinth

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No Nuance November, the sequel:

because there is no way in hell i am getting this out before midnight so let’s pretend i live in cali

Athena is racist, stop giving her poc children

So much sex happens at camp. Stop acting like it doesn’t.

On top of that, camp isn’t band camp. It’s a 24/7 training facility for teenagers. People have literally died in the practice arena.

Percy can’t make friends to save his life. He isn’t friends with people at CHB he’s just their leader.

Annabeth does not struggle in school, she struggles to stay in school

Percy and Jason were at odds with each other more than they were friends with each other

Percy became praetor at CJ without having made more than two friends there. Once again, he can’t make friends he’s just their leader

Centaurs can get drunk off of root beer. How.

Chiron raped girls back in the day why does he care about teenagers doing the dirty.

In ancient Greece, (around) 12 was the age of sexual maturity (go see the Hymn to Demeter, Persephone is like 12 there). In ancient Greece, satyrs were symbols of sexual promiscuity (and rape; trust me, go look up the term ‘ithyphallic’). To the ancient Greeks (you know, the people whose stories Rick based his entire work around) demigods “finding out” they’re demigods (you know, maturing) at age 12 and being found by a satyr (bringing them to a centaur just to make it all worse)… well hopefully you can do the math.

Also, by the way, the ancient Greeks weren’t gay. They also weren’t straight. They also weren’t bi. Please don’t headcanon rapey gods as LGBTQ heroes please and thank you. If you want to do that go use Kevin Spacey.

Okay, back to PJO. Piper is a canonical “I’m not like other girls” girl from 2010. She’s a pick me girl.

Leo hides his pain behind toxic masculinity and incel-ism.

Frank is

Hazel is

Just kidding you can’t say anything bad about Hazel and Frank

Frank shouldn’t have become buff. It’s a poorly adapted mythological trope. It’s also fat shaming.

Hazel is black and it doesn’t matter what tone her skin is. Also her hair is black. Her eyes are brown. No more of this fucking gold shit.

Should I keep going?

Fuck it yeah.

Jason is Madison Cawthorn (I got kicked out of a discord server for saying this but we all know it’s true)

Why was Reyna so love-focused. Why.

Annabeth is very social. She’s been at camp since she was 7 the girl has connections

Everyone forgets that as much as Percy would die for Annabeth, she’s proven she’d die for him too.

If Demigods were designed by the gods to be perfect soldiers they shouldn’t have PTSD.

So why is Nico the only character with PTSD.

Why is everyone worshipping a relationship of two 13 year olds with like two lines of dialogue.

Did I fail to mention that NICO IS THIRTEEN AT THE END OF HOO??? THIRTEEN???

I’m calling the FBI on y’all.

Like actually please stop fetishizing a thirteen year old gay boy. It’s kinda gross. Also on that same note Hazel is 13 too. 16/17 yo Percy and Annabeth is enough of an issue.

Poseidon and Percy barely interact. Percy isn’t going on a fucking vacation to Atlantis.

On top of that, the gods don’t care about their children unless something really terrible is happening to them. None of them are good parents stop trying to force them into being that.

New Rome is dumb. Cut New Rome out of your own canons. #nonewrome and I will not explain myself.

Percy and Annabeth are not going to the same school.

Also what is it with slow burn senior year fanfictions where they get together right before they go across the country to separate schools? Just make it happen in Junior year.

Frank is the himbo, not Percy

A ‘swimmer’s body’ doesn’t mean what you all think it means.

All the demigods are like superhuman athletes but that doesn’t mean they have to be shredded. Abs ≠ performance.

Wow I’m on 49? Okay a few more and I stop.

Percy should not trust Paul until after TLO.

Percy doesn’t want to be a hero. He’s like Spiderman. He just wants to live a normal life. dark!Percy is hot and all but it ain’t who Percy wants to be

Luke should have waited in his reveal. He could have groomed Percy into joining him.

The demigods on Kronos’ side are literally terrified of Percy to the point of nightmares.

Percy killed demigods in the Battle of Manhattan.

My final hot take: Annabeth didn’t not join Kronos because Kronos was evil. She wanted to achieve the vision she had with the Sirens, but she knew that she’d have no control over creating that vision with Kronos. For clarity: If Kronos had convinced Annabeth she could create the Sirens’ vision, she would have joined him. He and Luke just failed to make their case.

#pjo #no nuance november #but late #percy jackson #annabeth chase #frank zhang #hazel levesque #piper mclean #jason grace #leo valdez #nico di angelo #will solace #hot takes #hoo #dark!percy

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arty-shadow-morningstar · 3 years

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Graveyard Siblings (2)

Alright, Here is the addition to the first post I made about Marinette having a somewhat of a similar backstory to Jason.

[Masterlist]

WARNING: the Revenge part have some suicide, death, physical abuse and bullying stuff mentioned. Extreme Lila Bashing.

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Marinette runs a business called Afterlife (I am bad with names, gimme a break) with Wayne Enterprise as a partnership. She is the mysterious designer MT.

Jagged knows about Marinette and the whole LB thing after one scare and an explanation and promotes it a lot.

The Waynes can’t believe that she knew Jagged Stone.

So Afterlife brand is taking off and is the hottest new thing since Jagged is wearing it and MT is apparently the mysterious newly adopted Wayne who hasn’t appeared in public much and the family’s personal designer.

Loads of Celebrity commissions.

Gabriel loses sales as the new line they launched ‘coincided’ with the launch of Afterlife’s newest fashion line called Karma.

I should mention that Edna Mode(?) and Audrey Bourgeois gave many praises to MT because they are amazing designs and to spite Gabriel a little bit.

Gabriel doesn’t panic yet. A lie

I haven’t talked about Lila much, have I? Let’s just say she got a visit from a ghost, well, several ghosts.

Remember that guy Marinette mentioned that could get her fake documents. It was John Costantine, who owes her a favor ( he owes her more than a few and he would do anything she asked for her brownies. )

Tim and Babs dig up dirt on Lila Rossi and their silence was brought with a delicious cake.(coffee flavored for Tim)

Gets John to do a little summoning for her.

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(Suicide implied, death, bullying, You have been warned)

“~Lila~. ~Oh Lila~”

Lila turned to her other side, wishing the voice would shut up.

“Oh, Lie-la, sleeping so peacefully. So silent. I wish you would stay that way forever.” The voice said menacingly.

Lila’s eyes snapped wide open to come face-to-face with supposed to be dead Marinette Dupain-Cheng with a manic look. Did Marinette had red eyes before?

Lila screamed.

“Oh, it’s no use. No one will hear you. Remember when you said those words. To poor Bianca. Every day at lunch break in the old unused bathrooms when you beat her up for not doing as you say.”

A girl with long dark hair appeared. Covered in black and blue bruises. Looking at Lila with hate.

“Let’s not forget. Poor Tommy. Alex. Andrea. Wil. Gary. Nico. Freya. Magnus. Della…” As Marinette listed off names, more and more teens appeared, the youngest being a 10 year old girl.

They all had the same expression as Bianca. Utter hatred.

“And there is me. The latest in your long line of victims. Lie-la, how do you feel right now, looking at the casualties of your greed for fame and fortune? Your ‘enemies’. And you know that English saying, ‘The enemy of my enemy is my friend’.” Marinette gave a sinister laugh.

“You are dead. You were all supposed to be dead. This isn't real. This isn’t real.” Lila chanted, closing her eyes and covering her ears.

She felt cold fingers lifting up her face to meet red eyes, promising many Bad things.

“Sorry, sweetie. This is the cold harsh reality. You thought that you could get away with it. The deaths you caused with your filthy lies and ‘so-call accidents’. You danced on our ashes and you built your kingdom with our blood on your hands. I hoped you enjoyed it while it lasted. ”

The nails dug further into her face, drawing some blood and sure to leave some scars.

“Because, Lila Rossi, this is the last time you would know peace. And could you pass on a message to the Agrestes for me. Tell them that Death cannot hold back the wrath of Ladybug.” Turning to the other ghosts. “Get her.”

Marinette stepped back as the other teens pounced on her. Scratching, pulling, biting. Inflicting pain on Lila. She jumped out the window and landed next to John smoking.

“Thanks for everything. Will she be okay?” Lila’s screams can’t be heard due to a soundproof charm.

“She will wake up in the morning, a little sore thinking it was all a nightmare.”

“That is until she looks into a mirror. I left a little something to remind her that it actually happened. By the way, can you help me with this curse?” She said, pulling out a notebook.

“Let me see. Hmm.. Oh.. that’s a good one. Nice. Wow...You are very creative with curses, remind me to never get on your bad side. But are you sure about that last part?”

“Lila needs a lesson and as much as I hate her and wants her to suffer for the rest of eternity. She doesn’t deserve being tormented for the rest of her life. At least, she should learn that actions have consequences, especially for everything she had done so far.”

“You are too kind despite everything that has happened, Pigtails.”

“Doesn’t mean I am going to give you the resurrection spell I used.”

“You are no fun. You are as bad as Bats.”

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Lila’s curse is that she sees her victims when she leasts expects it. Alya, talking about her blog, is replaced with Bianca cracking her knuckles and about to punch Lila. In everyone else, it looked Lila screamed ‘Please don’t hurt me” to a confused Alya.

Lies some more to save face but the more she lies, the more the ghosts keep appearing. Some actually hurt her but there are no bruises or cuts to prove that it happened.

She is just so jumpy all the time and during photoshoots, Adrien gets replaced with a rotting corpse and every picture comes out with fear in her eyes.

Gabriel fires her after a million complaints.

Not before relaying Marinette’s message. “She cursed me. She came into my room and did this to me (pointing to the scars on her face.) She sent my dead classmates after me.”

“Who?”

“Ladybug. She told me to tell you that even Death cannot stop Ladybug’s wrath. So better watch your back, M. Agreste.”

(Gabriel didn’t feel threaten not at all. There is no such thing as ghosts. Sure magic is real with the Kwamis and the Miraculouses as proof. But ghosts? Those are just stories. Lila Rossi just had a nightmare that was too vivid for her. He definitely is not searching Google for warding them off. Especially revenge-seeking ones. He was just looking for inspiration. That MT caused a lot of trouble and sleepless nights for Gabriel but this next line was sure to be a success.) He was wrong.

No matter how many NDAs he made people signed and how much security measures he took. Afterlife seems to hosts fashion shows, launch new lines or their designs made the cover of a famous fashion magazine and SHOWING UP the GABRIEL brand EVERY! SINGLE! TIME!

Gabriel is rarely in the headlines these days and most of the billboards in Paris is filled with products from Afterlife (Chloe as a model with a mask to conceal her identity which adds to a mystery.) or WE.

He is super frustrated and a little desperate.

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Got any ideas for revenge on Gabriel, Natalie and Adrien? Also the rest of the class?

(Part 3)

#graveyard siblings #lila salt #lila bashing #death tw #bullying #maribat #ml x dc #mlb x dc

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