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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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Reader is Charybdis from Greek Mythology (In the myths Charybdis is referred to as female but you can go whatever way)

So Charybdis is a child of Poseidon and Gaia who apparently had a voracious appetite (sounded more like she didn’t get enough food to eat [the myths do not say if Charybdis had a relationship with either of her parents so… yeah]) who tried to steal some of the cattle that Heracles (Hercules’ Greek name) had just retrieved for his tenth labor. Zeus being the bitch that he is cast her to the bottom of the sea for the apparent transgression (A kid was trying to eat) where she became a whirlpool trying to get any food she could

She also became friends with Scylla since they were both trapped in the same pass

Sorry if this is a bit of a ramble I just love mythology (and historical fiction hence my love for Record of Ragnarok)

Anyway, Charybdis at some point learn how to take her once human looking form (you could use the look from Smite [a myth based video game] for her look) but she looks like a child since that’s what she looked like when Zeus did the whole thing (not part of actual mythology just for this request) and so does Scylla and they wonder about and all until they meet the valkyries

My request is what is the valkyries relationship with Charybdis (and Scylla if you want to) and if you want to you can have them fight in Ragnarok for humanity (because those two would never ally with the gods after what was done to them)

-When the valkyries first found you, a small child just asking for some food, they instantly melted and took you in, assuring Scylla, who brought you to them, that they would keep you safe.

-Brunnhilde and Randgriz were furious to find out who you two were. They all knew of your ‘crime’ which they couldn’t even call a crime at this point, as you were just a child, desperate for food, and for your theft, you were cast into the ocean, trapped by Zeus.

-Scylla was the one who helped rescue you, after she took pity on you, seeing you as the thing you were, a child, trapped in the same strait she roamed after the jealous Circe transformed her into the beast she was today.

-You didn’t see her as a beast, you saw her as a friend, and the maiden who saved you, taking you to safety as she couldn’t bear to see a child in such a state.

-You had been adopted by the valkyries, becoming their youngest sister, the one they all doted on, treated you with such love and kindness and you never had to go hungry again, always making sure you had been fed.

-Your voracious appetite, which stemmed from not getting much food growing up, as your parents had both abandoned you in the sea, leaving you to perish or survive on your own, had calmed, once you started to get food on a regular basis.

-You were a shy child, afraid of the gods, as they had done nothing but treat you so cruelly, never going anywhere without one of your big sisters by your side, and even then you hid behind their legs if someone approached, be it human or god.

-Hercules was distraught when he saw you with Thrud, giving you a bright smile and saying hello, as kids normally loved him, and you immediately burst into tears, apologizing loudly as you cried.

-The two tried to calm you down as you cried, Hercules confused as he had never met you before, and he froze, learning your name from Thrud, seeing that the one who had stolen his cattle during his labors, was a child, desperate for food.

-He had not known that you had been a child, the guilt eating away at him as his heart broke, as he knew that Zeus trapped you at the bottom of the sea where you had to create a whirlpool, just to try to get some food.

-He put his large hand on your head, ruffling your hair gently before he smiled softly, “It’s okay, I’m not mad. I forgive you.” You sniffled, shocked that he forgave you, and he quickly became your big brother shortly afterwards, as he wanted to make amends with you.

-The valkyries were not bothered by you bonding with Hercules, happy to see that you two were getting along, the same couldn’t be said for when Poseidon and Zeus came by you and Hercules while he was reading to you.

-You had immediately hidden yourself behind Hercules, clutching his hair, but it didn’t hurt him as Zeus asked who you were, as he didn’t recognize you, neither did Poseidon.

-Hercules gave his father a glare, shocking the two gods, before telling them your name.

-Zeus gawked, seeing that he had punished a child so young, so harshly, and Poseidon was wide-eyed as well, he remembered you crying for him to not leave you when he left, deeming you weak and not worth his time.

-But here you were, out of your prison and healthy looking.

-Hercules was quick to pick you up when you started to cry, not wanting to be near the ‘meanies’ anymore which stabbed both gods through the heart at your harsh, but true, words.

-Hercules became your bodyguard, after Zeus tried to come around more, wanting to apologize to you for his harsh actions, feeling awful that he had treated a hungry child in such a manner, not letting Zeus get close to you unless you said it was okay.

-Zeus behaved, as he had not only his son, but all thirteen valkyries who were ready to throw hands with him to keep you safe and slowly you grew used to him being around.

-The day you forgave him after he apologized to you, it was shocked faces all around, before Zeus cheered which made you grin, as he was kind of funny.

-Poseidon was another story, he wasn’t allowed near you, facing the glares of the valkyries, Hercules, and now Zeus, who was angry at his elder brother for abandoning a child to fend for themselves.

-Poseidon knew that you had no reason to forgive him, but he did try apologizing, which shocked the whole pantheon when he apologized to you.

-He gifted you all sorts of food and treats, which you ate, but you didn’t forgive him for almost a year, after you started to realize that he was trying to come back to you, unlike your mother, who never came back, he was trying.

-Your relationship with your father was strained and probably always would be, but Poseidon was content to be a part of your life now, even if you never trusted him again.

#ror x reader #record of ragnarok #ror poseidon #ror heracles #ror zeus

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just-avocado · 2 months

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So I stayed up until like four last night writing down the lyrics for the Circe Saga because it’s incredible and Spotify didn’t have lyrics yet but since tumblr doesn’t want me to post pics rn for some reason I’ll just try again later and instead talk about the songs!!! :D

Puppeteer- The intro instrumental lives in my head to rent and so does Eurylochus’s rap part, I need to know what he was going to tell Odysseus he sounded so vulnerable- I swear this guy is climbing up my favorite characters list, I do find it interesting how he wanted to leave the crew behind with Circe when later in Mutiny he confronted Odysseus for “trading the lives of his crew” in order to get home so hopefully that means he had a change and heart and wasn’t just being a hypocrite, I also love how the Circe Saga as a whole but especially Puppeteer and There Are Other Ways really highlight how terrible Odysseus feels about everything he’s done, everyone he’s failed or killed since leaving home, I need to know how he goes from hating himself to embracing all he’s done

Uhh favorite lines!

“Look at all we’ve lost and all we’ve learned, Every single cost is so much more than what we’ve earned” SING IT Eurylochus

Wouldn’t You Like- HEHEHEH I absolutely adore the synthwave-y aspects of the song I’m a huge lover of synthwave vibes as of recent, I would genuinely vibe to the instrumental all day long, Mr. Jalapeño release the instrumental versions pLplzplz 🙏, I’m sure we all know by know that Troy is the real Hermes there’s no other way he can bring THAT much charisma to the role, I’ve seen charisma before but never like that oh my god, I also love his unhinged laugh so much idk how he does it but I want to learn, also when I was writing the lyrics I had to stop for a sec and be like “is this song just Hermes giving his great grandson drugs ooor-“ because that’s 100% something he would do

Favorite lines…

Just the entire “Here in the root of this flower, There lies such a power, To take her on” segment of the song it’s just 👌

Also the part where he’s going OOOhoOhohAhahdph while the ensemble sings his verses his voice is so BEAUTIFUL and POWERFUL oh my GOD

“Don’t thank me friend! You very well may die” I chuckled so loud lmao

And his little “Good luck 😉” he’s so silly he knows shit is going to go down

Done For- okay was the lyric for this song always “I just ate a flower, one that claims your power” cuz I could have sworn it was drains your power but I might just be crazy, also chimera supremacy I love that Jorge was able to find a way to implement it, Jorge and Talya’s voices sound so great together I need more 😭, I also love that this song starts to hint at more depth behind Circe’s actions idk who out here thinks she’s a meh one-note/one-off villain but she’s not!! I’ll make a 50 page PowerPoint on this don’t test me!!

Fav lines…

“You’ve lost.” Okay Odysseus 🤡

“My nymphs are like my daughters, I protect them at all costs, The last time we let strangers live, We faced a heavy loss.” This!! This is what I’m saying she feels like she has no choice other than to hurt people so that the people she loves will stay safe, she’s literally Odysseus further down the line! it’s so fascinating to see a character like this facing off against the main protagonist bc at this point in the story we don’t know what kind of person he will become yet and yet Jorge shows us with Circe Ahdldhnsbdk

There Are Other Ways- Okay I’ll be honest, this song was the last one on my radar not bc I didn’t like it but because I was just looking forward to others so much more and it was also the one I intentionally heard less clips of because I wanted at least one song that I didn’t already know half of the lyrics to 💀 ANYWAY THIS ONE IS THE BEST SONG IN THE CIRCE SAGA CHANGE MY MIND (I’m so sorry Troy I love your voice but this song is simply better) Dude the lyrics go soso hard in this one, I’m such a sucker for one character having like a big emotional moment while another is like singing/backing them up in the background and there’s so much of that here, and the call backs? Both to earlier songs in the saga AND Just A Man, my favorite song Just A Man? Every call back to that song is just so RAW I LOVE IT, I don’t know a ton about Greek mythology outside of Epic so I dont know if Circe and Posideon have this past beef or something but I do find it interesting that it’s only after he is mentioned that Circe decides to help Odysseus but I also think it’s larger due to how he reminds her of herself with how he misses Penelope, UM THE BEAT DROP after the underworld is mentioned for the first time??? CHILLS SHIVERS EVERYTHING dude I love how the entire atmosphere changes so much because yes this could be Odysseus’ only change to make it home safely but it’s also so much more dangerous than the shitty situation they’re already in so there’s not even time for relief or a breath of air like he’s IN it now there’s no going back

Best lyrics omfg…

“There are other roads to the soul~” Talya, Tayla. This is why some of us can’t sing, the universe needs balance and you are the only explanation for that

“Want to save your men from the fire? Show me that you’re willing to burn” 😐 AAAAAH

“But there’s no puppet here” get it puppeteer? Puppet here? I thought it was clever lol

“Back at home, my wife awaits for me, She’s my everything, My Penelope” The yearning in his voice made me feel things

“So I beg you Circe, Grant us mercy, And let us puppets leeeeave~” We have literally never seen Odysseus use this sort of tactic before to get his way but I genuinely think he’s being genuine here, no play, he only wants to see his wife and son again, he’s so close to giving up hope, he’s losing his spirit, he’s searching for any sliver of help even from a women who wants him dead

“I know of a brilliant prophet… Problem is that prophets dead.” Again the cord or piano key I think it was was so AH SO GOOD AH I am foaming at the mouth for when we start getting teasers for the Underworld Saga

“Maybe showing one act of kindness, Leads to kinder souls down the road” someone make an au where Polities and Circe become besties she needs a friend like him but don’t we all, but seriously THIS is what I’m saying!! She is future Odysseus! Only difference being is that she’s so tired of hurting people at this point she decides to take a chance and give help rather than pain in the hopes that it will somehow contribute to a kinder world

“Maybe one day the world, Will need a puppeteer no more” this is her plea for help, she yearns for the day where she won’t need to be a monster in order to protect her nymphs, for Odysseus his plea was for him and his men to leave, they both showed such vulnerability in this song in different ways its ART ITS ART *gun shot*

“I have been in love once before” She even had her own Penelope guys, this is the true reason why she decided to help Odysseus methinks

Okay uhhh I think that’s it ^_^ Circe Saga rules, it might be my fav saga I’ll decide soon

#epic the musical #epic the circe saga #epic the troy saga #epic odysseus #epic polites #epic circe #epic eurylochus #disclaimer for BANGER SONGS #okay I should probably close my eyes or something I’m running in a solid two hours #Circe saga is more important than sleep lmao

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shuniverse · 10 months

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dark nights ,, g.tnka

🧷 I decided to write gundham because I adore that man and I want to marry him fr 😔❤️

🎐 f!reader (because I’m self-indulgent 🥲) ;; cute fluff ;; a storm ;; gundham + a tight muscle shirt 🤭 ;; gundham calls you paramour and dove and darling because those nicknames suit him and they’re so fucking cute 😭 ;;

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gundham had invited you over, missing your company, because ‘even the supreme overlord of ice gets lonesome in his abode.’

you happily obliged however, also missing the warmth you felt in your boyfriend’s apartment, as well as his adorable little hamsters, the devas.

and so, you’re driving to his home, playing some low, soft songs on the way there, your bag packed in the passenger seat with hoodies and other assorted clothes, and your hair done in a messy bun in the back of your head with light bangs framing your face, and subtle dark eyeliner around your eyes.

finally arriving at his door, your things in hand, you knock on his door.

you giggle at the rustling behind it, and you smile softly when the door finally opens, revealing your boyfriend with his hair down and messy, face mostly clean aside from the gentle eyeshadow still around his eyes, in a snug black tee that accentuates the subtle muscle of his arms and the thicker muscle of his chest, and loose grey sweatpants hanging low around his hips. he looks absolutely delectable.

“darling? you’re gawking, is something the matter?”

his comfortingly deep voice pulls you out of your trance, and you giggle and nod. “sorry, baby, you’re just super pretty.”

his cheeks flush at the compliment, ever the shy guy despite his normal persona. “ah, thank you, my paramour.”

you nod, stepping forward to press a kiss to his lips, more prominent now that the pale foundation isn’t covering them, and he reciprocates happily with a ringed hand to your cheek.

he pulls away though with a beautiful close lipped smile. “let us get inside, my love, we mustn’t let it get cold. besides, I’ve been dying to feel your most comforting presence in my dark abode.”

once again, you nod, and step inside and walk to his room, where you set your things. you know he doesn’t mind, he’s let you know, and you’re comfortable considering you’ve been together for two years. you’re surprised you’re not living together at this point.

you leave his room, having stolen one of his hoodies, which makes him chuckle when he notices. “cold, my dove?”

you giggle. “yeah, it was kinda chilly outside, especially with the rain coming in.”

he nods with a knowing grin on his defined features. “of course, I understand, love. come, I’ve prepared some movies for us to enjoy. ah, but first, please make yourself comfortable, I’ll go grab our treats for the night.”

“ok, baby.” you smile and kiss his cheek while he presses one to your head, lifting your hand and kissing the back of it, before walking to the kitchen to retrieve your snacks.

god I got lucky with this man, you think, he’s perfect.

as soon as you utter those words, you notice four familiar little blobs in your peripheral vision, and you turn your head to see the devas crawling over to you to cuddle against you, maga-z gently nibbling on your forearm, making you giggle. “hi, babies. miss me?”

you smile fondly at them. cuties, they are.

gundham walks back into the room, seeing the cute little scene, and he smiles. “how adorable. a goddess with fearsome creatures, shall I call you circe?”

you giggle at his reference, knowing Circe is one of your favorite Greek goddesses. “I wish, baby, but she’s too cool for me.”

“oh nonsense, dove. you’re goddess enough for me, and I think that suffices enough, yes?��

you smile and kiss his arm as he sits down next to you. “I suppose, love. now, what movie do you have picked out?”

he gives a small smile as he pecks your temple before handing you a bowl of fresh fruits as well as the chips he knows you love. “I’ve picked out a few, darling, just let me know what you’d like to watch, okay?”

you nod, getting comfy and munching on your fruits.

he scrolls through movies he rented for you, passing through Atlantis, The Phantom of the Opera, The Conjuring, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Incantation - and as soon as he stops on that, your face lights up; it’s your favorite horror movie.

“Ooh, ooh, that one!”

he chuckles. “okay, my paramour, we shall watch this one.”

you smile giddily at him and kiss his cheek. “thank you baby.”

he gives you a warm smile, one you’ve grown to love and appreciate, seeing as it usually only comes out with you. “anything for you, my dove. let’s watch now, I know you’re practically vibrating in your seat.”

you giggle at his comment, snuggling up close and grabbing a chunk of watermelon and handing it to gundham, who opens his mouth for it. you pop the fruit into his mouth, and he chews with a little smile, waiting til he’s done to kiss your head and speak again. “thank you, my paramour.”

nodding, you chomp on a piece of your own. “of course, pretty boy. let’s watch the movie now!”

he gives a small laugh, turning on the movie for you both to watch.

all goes well, until about 10 minutes later, thunder booms outside, and a flash of lightning is the last shine of light you see before all goes dark.

you scream, clinging onto gundham. you wouldn’t necessarily say you have a fear of storms, but this one got to you.

you feel arms wrap around your form in a comforting manner, and a kiss is pressed to your head as a hand brushes down your hair. “shh, my love, all is well, it’s just a power outage, you are okay.”

you bury your head into gundham’s thick chest, whimpering a bit. “are.. are the devas okay?”

he smiles against your head, feeling the aforementioned hamsters crawl and snuggle against his neck, and close to your head. “yes, darling, they’re just fine. are you?”

you pause for a moment, before looking up at him, faintly seeing his defined facial features from what little light is coming through the window, and nodding. “yea, I.. I’m fine, baby.”

he nods in response, kissing your forehead. “good, that’s good. I suppose no movie then?”

you pout, before sitting up and grabbing your snacks. “let’s just head to your room, baby. it’s comfy in there, and we can light candles!”

he chuckles at your enthusiasm, standing up and holding out a hand for you to hold. “let us go then, dove.”

you both head down to his bedroom, the familiar smell of incense and cedarwood filling your senses, making you smile, and you plop down on his bed, the black silk sheets comforting you with the plush pillows.

he gently grabs your snacks and places them on the bedside table, and he picks up a candle from a drawer, lighting it, and setting it down. the smell is a mix of lavender, and musky oak-like wood. he then turns to light and burn some incense as well, the woodsy smell complementing the candle.

he smiles at you now, and you lay back on the sheets comfortably, opening your arms to the beautifully misunderstood man in front of you, who happily takes your invitation and gets on the bed to lay comfortably on top of you, the top of his dark head close to your chin.

you press a kiss to his head, feeling drowsy and comforted by the way he runs his hands up and down your sides, and he presses a kiss to your collarbone.

“a nap would be good now, darling, storms are good for sleep. let us rest, and feel rejuvenated when we wake.”

you smile, nodding, softly scratching the base of his neck with your nails. “sleep.. sounds good, my love.”

he sighs deeply, his deep and rumbly voice making you warm inside. “sleep well, my paramour.” and with a kiss to your jaw, he’s snuggled his head against you, on his way to dreamland.

and it’s now that you realize, however.

this.

this is home, you think.

and you think you could stay til those candles burn out, til all of them do.

or forever.

yeah, that. that’s a good idea.

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hope you enjoyed this!! I love writing for gundham :((( he makes me so so happy and I want a boyfriend like him 😭😭

feel free to like and reblog, it’s greatly appreciated!!

#gundham tanaka #gundham tanaka x reader #gundham x reader #gundham <3 #my favorite overlord #gundham tanaka fluff #gundham x reader fluff

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bubblegump-1-nk · 1 year

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As She Walks By pt. 2

summary: Theodore and you are just best friends (or not), but when he finally hooks up with the Hufflepuff girl who’s had a crush on him for years, things may start to change

- based off of the song Heather by Conan Gray (a little bit), set in three perspectives: yours, Theos, and the Hufflepuff girl (an OC I called Althenea Circ). I made you a Gryffindor but if you want to change your house just imagine whatever house I want. You’re also kind of a home-wrecker (respect people’s relationships please lol) in this so..

- warnings: insecurity, angst, not really cheating but idk, typos probably, cussing, toxic relationships, time skips (?) - (these warnings apply to the upcoming parts as well, so you might not see some of them in some of the parts, if that makes sense) I think that’s all but tell me if you find anything else pls!

-your POV-

My mouth dried up, and suddenly I felt like I was trapped in a little box.

“Y/n?” Cho asked. She had just told you about the interaction she had overheard. Althenea Circ had asked Theo to Hogsmeade and he said yes. What was wrong with me? Why do I care? Why should I care? I snogged Dean Thomas yesterday, god why am I such a hypocrite.

“Y/n? Are you ok?” Cho asked again, interrupting my thoughts.

“Er, uh, yeah, sorry Cho.”

“It’s ok. I just thought I should tell you because, you know, Theo’s your friend.” She said, emphasizing the word ‘friend’ in a weird way. Somehow insinuating we weren’t just friends.

“Yeah, thank you. I’m going to go finish my potions essay now, but, er, I’ll see you later.” I said, quickly getting up from the library table.

“Oh, um, ok? Why not just stay in the library.” She said, giggling at my silly antics.

“Oh, I just have to grab some supplies is all.” I said, stacking my papers crudely just so I could get out quickly.

We said our goodbyes and I was quickly walking down the corridor, hoping to find an empty bathroom. I turned the corridor quickly and entered the girls lavatory and quickly locked myself in the stall.

What was wrong with me? Why did I care? Shouldn’t I be happy for Theo, and Althenea who’s practically been in love with him since forever. Why was I suddenly so possessive. None of his other flings have made me feel this way. I was being unfair. I snog whoever I want, he can do the same, right?

-Althenea’s POV-

I was getting ready in my dorm, my best friend Wesley was helping me get ready for my date with Theodore Nott. THE Theodore Nott. I seriously could not believe it.

“And his arms were around my waist, and god- he is such a good kisser.” I gushed to my friend, who was curling my hair.

“I know. I seriously could not believe it when he came up to you. I mean I’d always thought him and y/n were going to end up together.”

A sour taste entered my mouth and I fell silent - y/n. Oh Merlin how I hated her.

“Yeah,” I said with a fake laugh. “She’s nice.” I said, because she really was. One time in fourth year she helped me with my Charms Essay. But oh god how I hated her.

“Her and Theo are always together. Honestly you’d think they were soulmates!” Said Wesley.

“Ok, I get it. You think they belong together. Whatever.” I said, frustrated with my friend.

“Oh Merlin- I’m sorry A, I didn’t even realize what I was saying.” She said, suddenly realizing what she was really saying and who she was really saying it to.

“Don’t worry, I get it. I mean she is perfect” I said quietly, looking down.

“Oh come on Althenea. You know I didn’t mean it like that. Plus, you’re the one going out with him.” She said, squeezing my shoulder lightly.

“Exactly!” I said, happily.

-Theo’s POV-

I was sitting in my comfy bed, reading my good book, in my comfy sweater when Blaise interrupted me.

“Oi mate you’re still here? I thought you were supposed to go out with that, uh, Athena girl?” He said, forgetting her name.

“Holy shit!” I yelled, practically jumping out from under the covers.

“I totally forgot about that.” I said, rushing to the mirror to check how I looked.

I was wearing my quidditch sweater and some black sweatpants - that should be good for the date right? Well whatever, it’s not like I cared anyway.

“Thanks for reminding me, I guess.” I said, adding the last part as I ran out the door.

I rushed to the Hufflepuff common room, that’s what house she was in right? As I was running I bumped harshly into someone, causing them to fall backwards. I looked down and saw her, Althenea. Looking rather… mediocre.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry.” I said, helping her up.

“Oh don’t worry about it really. It’s sort of funny!” She said.

“Er, yeah, I guess so.” I said, scratching the back of my neck.

“Well, are you ready? I was thinking the Three Broomsticks, of course, but if you don’t like that than we could of course-“

I cut off her rambling, her stupid rambling, by saying “Three Broomsticks is fine.”

-At the pub-

“…and then I said that we should have trolls in the bathroom!” Althenea said, telling me a story I was trying so hard to be focused on.

I let out a dry chuckle before saying, “Do you want anything else?” Nodding my head down to her empty plate of food.

“Oh, no thank you! It was really nice of you to pay, you know.” She said, beaming.

“Er, yeah, it was no problem.”

We were silent for a minute or two before I said, “well, it’s getting sort of late and I have to finish up some homework.”

“Oh, yeah of course! Me too. I cant keep putting off those essays!” She said, giggling. She didn’t even think it was weird that I had said it ‘was late’ at 3 in the afternoon.

We finished up at the table and started to walk back, Althenea walking a little too close to me.

“So… what homework do you have to work on?” She asked, trying to fill the void of silence.

“Er, potions and transfigurations.” I said, saying the first two subjects I could think of.

“Me too! Maybe we could work on them together?” She asked, overly exited.

“Oh, well, um, I usually do my homework alone, sorry.” I responded, looking down at her.

“Oh, yeah, how stupid of me!” She said, lightly slapping her forehead.

Before I knew it we were back at the castle and we parted ways, not before she kissed me on the cheek. She skipped away after her lips left my side, and I just stood there dumbstruck. You know, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. I could finally get my mind off of you, someone I could never have, and Althenea wasn’t all that bad really.

-your POV-

“I’m done with him. Really.” I told Hermione, adding the last part after she gave me a strange look.

“We’re just friends. This jealousy is just forming out of something possessive, nothing else. It’s not fair of me to do that to him. Plus, she seems like a nice girl.” I continued, ranting to Hermione.

“I’m glad. The quicker you get over this the easier your life will get.” She responded.

“Exactly! I don’t want anything weird going on in our friendship and this new relationship will not be the end of Theo and I’s lifelong friendship.” I said.

-At Dinner-

“I still can’t believe it. Theodore Nott with that Hufflepuff, it just doesn’t fit.” Said Ron, loading his already overflowing plate with more food.

Theodore Nott and Althenea Circ’s date had been the talk of the night, already having been spread around all of Hogwarts.

“Did he say anything to you y/n?” Harry asked, pouring me more pumpkin juice after he noticed that I had finished my cup.

“Thank you, and, er, no. We didn’t really talk about it. You know, now that I think of it, we haven’t talked since the party.” I said, remembering my last conversation with Teddy.

“Interesting.” Said Ron, taking a bite out of his Shepard’s pie.

“It really isn’t. Nothings going on, we’ve just been busy.” I responded, aggravated by his comment.

“I’m sure you’re right, y/n. There’s nothing wrong.” Hermione said, reassuring me.

“Thanks ‘minoe.” I said, sending her a smile.

“Why don’t you go talk to him bow. Go over there and tell them all about what we heard Snape talking about.” Said Harry, trying to help me out.

“Good idea! I’ll go do it now, just to make sure there’s no tension or anything.” I said, getting up from the Gryffindor table to go tell the Slytherins about Snape saying he had always thought Sirius Black was cute.

As I began walking over to the Slytherin table, I noticed a pair of eyes on me. I turned and saw Althenea glaring at me from her table. Suddenly, she got up, and walked very quickly over to the Slytherin’s table, and sat down right next to Theo.

I stood their shocked, surely she didn’t think of me as competition right? The Slytherin friend group looked uncomfortable, but no one looked more uncomfortable than Theo. He looked around, wondering what made Circ think she could come sit with them. I saw his eyes go to the Gryffindor table, to look for me. When he didn’t find them, he looked away, but he quickly locked eyes with mine after another quick scan of the room. He sent me a smile, and a small ‘help’.

I smiled back, and began walking towards their table after my delay. I wasn’t going to let some insecure bitch ruin my friendships.

“Y/n! Thank god.” Said Mattheo, eyes darting to the Hufflepuff quickly.

“Hey guys. You won’t believe what I heard.” I said.

Theo subtly pushed Althenea away, making room for me next to him. But I wasn’t going to be that girl. So, instead I sat next to Draco. Theo looked at me confused, and I whispered just loud enough for him to hear “the Hufflepuff.” He nodded his understanding but looked sad anyway.

“Ok well tell us!” Said Pansy, reaching over the table to play with my rings.

“Well, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I were walking down the corridor when we heard Snape talking to Mcgonagall. So, obviously we eavesdropped on their conversation and Snape said ‘you know, Sirius Black was always cute. I think that’s why I hated him.’”

The group burst out laughing, all except for Althenea.

“Sirius Black? Like the murderer?” She asked, confused as to why we were all amused.

The group all knew Sirius was innocent, but I couldn’t spill information like that to Althenea, not without Harry’s permission.

“Er, yeah. But they went to school together before he was a murderer.” I explained, causing her to lightly smile to try to fit into the group.

“Ok well, I’ll be going now.” I said getting up, sending Pansy a face that she laughed at before I got up.

“Wait,” Theo said, grabbing my forearm. “Meet me in the astronomy tower later?” He asked, eyes filled with want.

“9:00, don’t be late, Nott.” I said, which he smiled at, before I walked away.

-Theo’s POV-

I stood on the tower at 8:57 PM. I leaned down on the railing, staring out onto the beautiful night sky. The wind ruffled my hair, and I noticed a strong scent of firewood. Suddenly I heard your footsteps, and your sweet perfume filled my nose.

“Hello stranger.” You said, walking up behind me.

I turned around and took a good look at your face. The moon light made you look even more ethereal than I had ever seen you, and I had no idea that was even possible.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You said, turning away from me as you leaned your arms against the railing and looked out at the view.

“Like what?” I asked.

“You know how, Teddy.”

The nickname made my heart swell up, and I didn’t have it in me to fake hating it. I was locked in your trance before you spoke again.

“Plus, I don’t think your girlfriend would be too happy about it.”

“She’s not my girlfriend!” I said, it came out angrier than I expected.

You let out a small laugh before saying, “I like her. She’s good to you.”

She’s not as good as you, is what I wanted to say, but I couldn’t.

“Yeah, I guess she is.” Is what I ended up saying instead.

We were both now leaning on the railing, looking out at Hogwarts’ vast territory, our shoulders leaning against each other.

“She’s really pretty too, and she’s sweet.” You said, your sweet voice ringing in my ears.

“Sounds like someone’s jealous.” I said, chuckling.

“What?” You said, turning to be swiftly, your eyes wide.

“Oh, uh, I only meant that you seem jealous that I’m with her. Because you talk so nicely of her. Like you want her to yourself.” I said, struggling to find an explanation.

“Oh,” you said, you’re demeanor becoming calm again. “You got me there Nott. I’m head over heels for your girl.” You said, giggling, which only made me laugh.

We stood there, laughing like some idiots as we stared out at the beautiful world.

The laughing stopped and you spoke again, “look what I brought.” You said, pulling something out of your pocket.

“Cauldron Cakes! You’re the best, you know that?” I said, grabbing the one you handed me.

We sat down with our backs leaning against the wall, eating our cauldron cakes and talking about everything and nothing. That’s the thing about you, no matter if we were talking about the recent quidditch match or ancient runes for fucks sake, it was never boring, not with you.

The wind was blowing, and I felt you shiver from under my arm.

“Here, have my sweater.” I said, lifting my arm up off your shoulder to take my quidditch sweater off.

“Oh thank you, Theo.” You said, grabbing my sweater and putting it on.

You looked so cute engulfed in my large sweater, with my last name sprawled on the back of it.

“I’ll give it back to you someday.” You said, and I hoped you never gave it back so that everyone would know you were mine. Except your not.

-Altheneas POV (a week later)-

Theo and I have been… dating(?) for a week now. I didn’t know what to call it. He hadn’t asked me out yet, but we’ve been going out on dates, and I’ve spent two nights under him already. He was starting to let me hold his hand more, but he kept saying public affection wasn’t really his thing. Except that, it always had been. Theodore Nott was known for being a softie when it came to his girlfriends, especially when it came to his girl-friend y/n. But people change, right?

Wesley has been reassuring me, but my other friend Quincy keeps telling me to get away from him. I don’t care though, Theo is mine now. For the most part.

“Hey, can you pass me your notes?” Whispered Quincy, taking me out of my thoughts.

“Oh, yeah, sure.” I said, sliding them over, trying to focus on the lesson.

“You’re the best.” She whispered back, sending me a smile.

…

Class ended after what felt like hours and it was finally time for lunch. Quincy and I met up with Wesley before we began walking to the Dining Hall.

“Yeah, and I heard that Avanore and Seamus hooked up.” Said Wesley.

“Avanore Dorian? Isn’t she dating Hermes?” I asked, shocked at the news.

“You bet she is. And if it’s true Seamus is in for one hell of a beating.” She responded.

Suddenly, Quincy stopped, holding both of their arms out to stop Wes and I.

“What?” I said, exasperated.

“Um..” She said.

Wesley and I looked around, trying to find the reason for Quincy’s abruptness. Wesley found it first.

“Oh my.. Are you still with Theo, A?” She asked, mouth agape.

I suddenly became very nervous, “yeah.” I said, worried.

“Look. At. That.” Wesley said, pointing to someone.

I followed her finger and when I found the object of her pointing my mouth fell open.

It was you, y/n l/n, wearing my boy’s quidditch sweater. His name sprawled out boldly on the back. How could you be walking to lunch, chatting and laughing with your friend so calmly knowing that you’re wearing another girl’s boyfriend’s sweater.

“Move please.” Said a voice, belonging to Pansy Parkinson, as she pushed past my stopped figure.

“Y/n, Hermione, wait up!” She said, causing you two to stop and wait for her.

“I like the sweater.” She said, sending you a wink.

“I know right!” Responded Hermione, giving you a playful nudge on the shoulder.

“Guys, it’s just friendly! Plus he’s with that other girl.” You said.

I couldn’t believe it. ‘That other girl’?? Seriously?? You couldn’t even say my name. I seriously couldn’t believe it. My eyes began to well up with tears.

“I’m not so hungry anymore.” Said Quincy.

“Me neither.” Said Wesley.

-your POV (later that night)-

I walked into the library, looking for Althenea.

I felt bad for what happened today, I didn’t realize it would be such a big deal. I mean, everyone knew Theo and I were best friends, and it wasn’t uncommon for me to wear his clothes. But after Hannah Abbot told me that I had made you sob, I felt terrible. And I was on a mission to find you.

I spotted you sitting in the back, with your friends Quincy and Wesley.

I walked over to your table, and cleared my throat. The girls looked up at me: Quincy was sending me a death stare, Wesley had a pathetic attempt at a glare, and you couldn’t even look me in the eye.

“Is this seat open?” I asked, pointing to the empty seat at the table.

Quincy began to say no, covering the seat with her hand but you spoke up, “yeah. It is.”

The two other girls were shocked, sending her looks of ‘are you sure??’ Which she nodded to.

“Thanks.” I said, sitting down.

We sat in silence for a few beats before I finally said, “look I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to feel insecure or anything. I’m not trying to take Teddy from you, definitely not. He’s all yours. We’re just best friends, and we have been since forever, but it’s not like that. I was only wearing his sweater because he gave it to me at the astronomy tower a week ago and it was the first thing I grabbed since I was late for class today. And trust me, you have nothing to worry about. You’re beautiful, and smart, everything Theo likes. So, really, I am sorry. But believe me when I say it was a misunderstanding. So… here.” I said, taking the sweater off and handing it to you. The three girls looked at me surprised, but I quickly got up before they could say anything.

“Thank you!” You called out as I was leaving the library, and I sent you a thumbs up as I walked out the door.

I hate being this part but it’s getting soo long so part 3 (hopefully I can write it quickly :))

#theodore nott #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x y/n #slytherin boys #gryffindor #harry potter #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #jealousyfic #hufflepuff

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Waiting for Love (part 3)

Part 3: Alone

Odysseus was alone. Out of six hundred men — six hundred — he was the lone survivor, floating away to who knows where on his makeshift raft. For ten whole days, he kept coughing up salt water, choking on his tears, and being reminded of his mutinous crew.

Every time he thought of them, he couldn’t help but feel guilty. Guilty for not being able to save them. Guilty for cutting their journey short. Guilty for making their families at home wait for someone who won’t ever come back.

He could only hope that his family wouldn’t experience the same thing.

But underneath all that guilt, he felt … different. He hated to admit it, but he had changed. He thought, deep inside, that his crew deserved their fate. That they deserved to die. Especially Eurylochus.

Odysseus hadn’t wanted to fight him — he had thought of him as a brother. And how had he repaid him? By doing the one thing he had told him not to do — eat Helios’s cattle. It was his own fault he was dead.

Or was it?

What if it Eurylochus and the rest of the crew wasn’t to blame? What if the person to blame … was Odysseus? What if he had become who Poseidon had wanted him to? What if he had become ruthless?

What if he had become a monster?

So Odysseus pondered, drifting along on his raft, watching an island in the distance slowly draw nearer. He hoped he’d find some food there, or shelter, or even just a little company.

Hope — that was all he could do now.

•••

The second Odysseus washed up on shore, his makeshift raft splintered apart, the pieces drifting back into the wine dark sea.

There goes my only way home, he thought to himself, his heart sinking.

He wandered along the shoreline for a while, trying to find some sign of civilization. Eventually, he came across a small hut where a fire burned inside.

“Hello?” he prompted.

No response.

He took another step forward, cautious. Still no response. So he looked around, thinking he’d find something useful.

And he noticed a scroll of papyrus sitting on a desk.

His mind was suddenly flooded with thoughts of his family, of his kingdom. How he longed to go back to them, to see them once again. It’d be a while before he got to do that.

But in the meantime, he could write to them. He knew they’d probably never see his letters, but it was the only way he could feel somewhat connected to them while he was away. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be away for much longer.

He started to write.

Dearest love of mine, I know I promised I’d be home soon. I know I broke that promise. But I am still trying. Still fighting. If it wasn’t for my mutinous crew, I’d be in your arms right now. They opened the bag. Then they slaughtered the sun god’s sacred cattle. We were thrown off course, and my entire crew was struck down by the son of Cronus’s lightning. Only I was spared — I and Eurylochus. Eurylochus, whom I treated as close as a brother — I was betrayed by him. Do something for me, Penelope. Tell Ctimene I’m sorry. Tell her that as much as I didn’t want to fight her husband, I was left without a choice. It was either me or him. Tell her I’m so very sorry. As for yourself, my love — wait a little longer. My journey is not over yet, but I will get back to you. I promise. I will get back — even if it means I have to fight the entire world. Wait for me, Penelope.

He finished his letter, his lips forming a slight smile as he brushed his thumb over his beloved’s name.

A clatter snapped Odysseus out of his thoughts. He whipped his head around to see a woman — a gorgeous one at that — standing behind him, a look of surprise on her godlike face.

Surprise that quickly transformed into a smile.

Odysseus’s hands began to tremble. His gut twisted. He knew that smile — he’d seen it on Circe’s face before.

And he didn’t like it.

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#waiting for love #the odyssey #epic the musical #odypen #odysseus x penelope #odysseus #odyssey #epic: the musical #odypen supremacy #penelope #jorge herrans #jorge rivera herrans #jay herrans

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Prompt: Snow and Ice Rating: Teen and up Pairing(s): Gale/Circe Tags: mild fluff, mild angst, comfort, post-canon, pregnancy announcement, marriage proposal

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Keep Me

For most of the year, Waterdeep’s climate remained a moderate temperature. Not too hot that Circe wanted to shed her skin and not too cold that she had to purchase proper winter wear. She had thought she would hate settling in Waterdeep, she wasn’t much for being settled in the first place, but she had to admit, it suited her better than she thought. Gale sweetened the deal considerably. When he had first asked her to come back with him, she had almost said no. A knee-jerk reaction to the fear of being tied down. But with Gale, the thought was far less daunting.

A part of her even wanted it so long as it was with him.

And bless him, he knew how to keep her feeling less stifled. The windows and doors of the tower—save for the main entrance—stayed open during the day. Warm sunlight and the salt-kissed breeze reminded her she wasn’t trapped. He left the windows in their bedroom open all night, the soft lapping of the waves and the warmth of his chest under her cheek luring her to sleep. Gale made her feel secure for the first time in her life. Months passed and she slowly began to settle.

Then winter blew in. Winters in Waterdeep weren’t long drawn out affairs of blizzards and thick piles of snow, but the chill gripped the tower. Winds brought freezing rain and ice that struck the windows and coated the steps leading to the cobblestoned walkways.

Circe was trapped.

One day turned into two turned into three. She paced. Relentlessly. In the study Gale had set up for her. In the sitting room. In the bedroom. At night, Gale folded her into his arms and promised sunshine and a fresh breeze as soon as the ice melted. She should enjoy this. Trapped together with her lover for days on end. She should spend time cozying up to him, drinking hot drinks, and spending an inordinate amount of time in bed. But anxiety had dug its claws into her and refused to let go.

A secret weighed too heavily on her mind to allow her to relax.

“We’re going to need a new rug,” Gale gently teased her, sitting on the edge of the bed where he had been waiting several minutes for him to join her.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.

She was being difficult. Perhaps too difficult. He would leave her if she couldn’t pull herself together. And then she would be alone. Alone and…

She swallowed.

Warm hands slid down her arms and stopped at her elbows. His chest was a furnace against her back. “May I try something?” he asked, gently squeezing her arms, his thumbs working circles into her skin.

Circe nodded, leaning into him.

He coaxed her down to the floor, pulling her in between his legs and anchoring her against his chest. The cream fabric of her night shift rode up to her knees. Plush burgundy rug tickled the backs of her calves. The fire crackled a few feet away. Between the fire and Gale, Circe was plenty warm.

“Close your eyes,” he breathed in her ear.

With a soft sigh, she did, letting him conjure whatever surprise he had up his sleeve. Would it make her feel better? Gods, she doubted it. Her stomach was in knots.

“Open them.”

False sun illuminated a swaying field of flowers nestled in a spring forest. Dew clung to leaves. A ladybug crawled across a petal close to her. Circe could pretend the warmth from the fire was instead from the sun he had created in the bright blue sky. A wonderful illusion. If only she didn’t feel the weave warped around her, cupped within the palm of Mystra.

Mystra.

The goddess Gale could have had if only he had chosen her. She would have forgiven him and perhaps even welcomed him back after giving her the crown. When the fighting was over and he held the crown in his hands, Circe expected him to choose the goddess he pined over. That he would throw Circe away like everyone else in her life had. But he had picked her. Had asked her to return to Waterdeep with him. To marry, though Circe had yet to actually say yes.

Gale’s arms tightened around her, his cheek resting against hers. “Will you tell me what is bothering you, my love?”

The words wouldn’t come. Not without the choking fear that he would be angry with her as if this were somehow entirely her fault. She wouldn’t be able to hide this forever. Someone would be bound to notice. Circe dragged breath into her lungs.

“I…are you happy with me?” she whispered, dreading the answer.

The space between his brows wrinkled and he leaned away, eyes studying her as if he could parse where exactly the question was coming from. “Of course I am.” He cupped her cheek. “Do you believe I’m not? Have I made you feel unwanted? Please tell me so I may fix this. I never want you to feel as if I’m not deliriously happy with you.”

Hope bloomed foolishly in her chest. Her hand covered his and she leaned into the warmth of his palm just in case he took it away.

“I went to the healer a few days ago—“

“Are you unwell? Do I need to take you—“

Her finger pressed to his lips. “I was feeling fatigued and nauseous. I thought perhaps it was an issue of adjustment or a small malady fixed with a potion or some rest, but I…we…” She swallowed. “We’re going to have a new addition soon.”

The wrinkle returned. He stared at her, she could almost see the thoughts racing through his mind as he assigned meaning to her words, and she saw the exact moment he realized exactly what she was telling him. She expected anger. Repulsion. But all she saw was light. Hope. Happiness.

The illusion disappeared, Gale’s focus long gone, leaving them on the floor in front of the hearth.

“We’re having a baby? A child? That is what you’re saying, yes?” he murmured. “Please tell me that is what you’re saying.”

Circe nodded.

Gale crushed her against his chest, a joyful laugh bursting from his lips. “A child. I’m going to be a father. Gods, I’m going to have baby proof the tower. I’m certain Tara will help, oh Tara, she and mother are going to be ecstatic when I tell them and—“

“Gale.”

“Yes, my love?” he looked down at her, the smile slowly dropping away as he noticed Circe’s stunned silence. “Is…do you not want…?”

“They could be like me,” Circe whispered. “Their magic could be like mine. What if…what if they’re rejected? What if they’re not loved?”

Gale carefully cupped her cheeks, thumbs gently tracing the crimson scales that spanned her forehead and curved around to her cheeks—a dragon with its wings spread. “We will love them. Unconditionally. They will not want for love or family so long as we are around, Circe, that much I can promise you. And there will always be others. Someone will love them at their best and at their worst, just as we love each other. I believe that. Can you?”

Hot tears threatened to spill over and she nodded. Maybe he was lying to make her feel better but she wanted desperately for his words to hold truth. That she would be nothing like her own mother. That she wouldn’t repeat her family’s mistakes and turn their children out in the cold, with no place to call home. Circe wanted to be better than that. Wanted better for the life blazing inside of her.

Gale kissed her forehead. “Would you do me the honor of marrying me, Circe? Of becoming Mrs. Dekarios?” he asked, an edge of desperation as if she might run if he let her go.

But no. She wanted to stay. Wanted the home and family she had been robbed of.

“Can I?” she murmured. “Will you have me? Will you keep me?”

Gale pressed a fleeting kiss to her mouth. “For the rest of my life,” he promised.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #gale x tav #bg3 gale #tav: circe

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justabooknerdposts · 6 months

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You are the best pjo writer! the way you capture their voices is the best and it always makes my day to read a new fic by you! i've always loved the quick mentions of the girl talks hazel piper and annabeth would have, especially when it mentioned that annabeth would try to calm hazel by telling her of percy's finest seaweed brain moments.

*Thank you for your kind words! This prompt was fun to do. There’s also a chapter in my missing moments story The In-Between Times on Fanfiction and Ao3 called Girl Talk that dives a little more into Piper, Hazel, and Annabeth hanging out on the Argo II.*

After Percy, Frank, and Hedge left for downtown Atlanta, Annabeth helped Leo with some repairs, then, after hesitating for a moment, knocked on Hazel’s closed door. “Can I come in?” She was almost worried Hazel would say no, for several reasons, but after a moment, Hazel’s voice said, “Yes.”

When Annabeth opened the door, Hazel was sitting on her bed. Annabeth sat down beside her, but before she could say anything, Hazel said, “I’m sorry I ran out of the crew mess like that.”

Annabeth shook her head. “You had every right to be upset. This is about your brother.” She kept to herself that she could understand the boys’ point—it was logical, even if it was cold. That was something she had to watch out for herself. One of the reasons she was drawn to Percy was the way he led with his heart and almost always did the right thing, even if it wasn’t always the wise thing.

Which reminded her…

“By the way, I’m sorry about this morning,” Annabeth said. “We weren’t trying to embarrass anyone or anything—”

Hazel cut her off with a wave of her hand. “I know that things in this time period are different. It just surprised me.”

“For the record, we just kissed a couple of times,” Annabeth said, echoing Percy’s words to Frank.

To her relief, Hazel gave a small laugh. “It’s all right. Percy talked about you a lot on our quest to Alaska. I know he missed you.”

“Really?” Annabeth knew Percy had said he remembered her name, but she didn’t know much more than that. “How much did he remember? Did he say?”

“Not much at first,” Hazel said. “But apparently it started getting better after he drank the gorgon’s blood in Portland.”

“He did what?”

Hazel told her the story about their encounter with Phineas the seer in Portland and Percy’s gamble with the gorgon’s blood.

Annabeth groaned. “Gods, of course he did. That’s exactly the kind of crazy move that somehow works out for him.”

“So that happens a lot?” Hazel asked. “Because there was also a thing with a Hyperborean giant and some frozen gryphons.”

After Hazel explained what that was about, Annabeth told her about some of Percy’s other impulsive ideas that had somehow been successful, including entangling Antaeus in chains, flying on a pig during the battle of Manhattan, leaping from the St. Louis Arch to get away from Echidna and her chimera—

“So that’s why he said he’d fallen farther from the Arch!” Hazel said.

“Wait, where else did he fall off?” Annabeth asked with a frown.

“From a glacier,” Hazel said matter-of-factly. “He drowned an army of ghosts.”

Annabeth closed her eyes. “That would only happen to Percy.”

“So does it ever not work out for him?” Hazel asked.

Annabeth smirked. “Well, there was the time he got himself turned into a guinea pig.”

“What?”

So Annabeth got to tell the story of Circe’s island, including how they had actually met Reyna there, though long before she’d been praetor. And how she herself had nearly been persuaded to stay, until she realized that Circe had turned Percy into a fluffy rodent. “He did make a pretty cute guinea pig. But it was also terrifying, when I realized what had happened,” she admitted. “Luckily, Hermes had given us some multivitamins, so I took one, which protected me from Circe’s magic, and dumped the rest in the guinea pig cage. Percy turned back into himself, and so did a bunch of pirates who’d also been in the cage.”

Hazel gaped at her for a moment, then slowly shook her head. “Wow. No wonder he seemed so calm about some of the weird things that happened on our quest.”

Annabeth laughed. She was enjoying hanging out with Hazel. And it was kind of fun talking about Percy, especially when she knew (hoped) he would be coming back to the boat soon. It had been hard to talk about him while he’d been gone; it hurt too much. The fact that he’d talked about her to his new friends sent butterflies ricocheting around her stomach. She shouldn’t have been surprised, but it was still nice. For months, she hadn’t known if he’d even remember her at all. So it made her really happy to hear that he had.

She was a little less happy to hear about the risky things he’d done, but that was just Percy. She’d known what she was getting into. And she probably wasn’t much less crazy anyway. She asked Hazel some more about her own experiences and they had a good time going back and forth sharing stories—right up until Frank burst into the room, shouting about starting the engines and someone named Porky. Which pretty well ended their conversation for the moment as they rushed on deck to figure out what the heck was going on. But, hopefully, they would get a chance to hang out again. After all, there was still plenty of quest left to go before they reached the Ancient Lands.

#closed to prompts for now #just catching up on past requests #pjo #fanfic #fanfiction #ff #writing #percy jackson #stories #request #annabeth chase

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This is an automated message from Circe

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Testing testing 1 2 3 ah good thing works uh hey Circe here…. If you’re hearing this then I’m dead. Silly right? Gods can’t die only creations can…well sorry to disappoint…

Anyways.. now that I’m dead my creations are able to finally die…or someone else has ownership of them which is Emma but if she dies then they die and hers as well but overall to my friends and family…I love you guys no matter what…

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Forgive me Emma…

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eegyo · 8 months

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I AM LATE TO THE GAME BUT I JUST FINISHED READING MADELINE MILLER’S CIRCE 🥲

I’m definitely feeling all the feelings, as it was a long and dragged out journey (even though I was thoroughly hooked before I read the first words) because of work and yenno - my mental health lol.

It was so so soooooo beautifully written. The imagery and details were literally AMA-ZA-ZING 🤩✨

A physical embodiment of a female experience/journey of womanhood; and how figuring out and finding oneself can feel like an eternity. It also perfectly captured the melancholic, yet beautiful fear and joy that comes with living, and how worth it it is to go through all of it.

Circe is probably the MOST likable character of all time 🥲😭😭❤️❤️🥺

Her bravery in the face of danger

Her curiosity and wonder

Her appreciative spirit for simplicity

Her humility

Her steadfastness and patience

Her playful spirit

Demur yet confident

+ TELEMACHUS is the BIGGEST WALKING GREEN FLAG OUT THERE OMG 💚

So if you are reading this and you haven’t read Circe by Madeline Miller yet, please do yourself a favor and go read it!!!

And if you have read it before — read it again hehehehehehhe

Some of my fave quotes:

“I was too wild to feel shame. It was true. I would not just uproot the world, but tear it, burn it, do any evil I could …”

“But make him shiver…then you will hear from him”

“Whatever you do, I wanted to say, do not be too happy. It will bring down fire on your head. I said nothing, and let her dance.”

“My whole life I had waited for tragedy to find me. I never doubted that it would”

“Despite your wet-mouse weeping, I saw how you would not be ground into the earth.”

. “Timidity creates nothing” — this one definitely struck a nerve lol

“But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.”

“You have been tame your whole life, and now you will be sorry. Yes father, yes father — see what it gets you”

“As it turned out, I did kill pigs that night after all”

“Tear down, I thought. Tear down and build again”

“Death’s Brother is the name poets give to sleep” ****

“He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none”

“I cannot guard against shadows. Give me something to face and fight”

“You do not know what I can do”

“Then child, make another.”

“Such is the folly of humanity. Is it not our human tragedy that some men must be beaten like donkeys before they will see reason?”

“I lifted my hands in blessing and gave my son to the world” — I LEGIT CRIED READING THIS😭😭 made me think of my mom

“It is a common saying that women are delicate creatures, flowers, eggs, anything that me be crushed in a moment’s carelessness. If I had believed it, I no longer did” —WOOHOO GIRL POWER 😈

“‘You are wise,’ he said. ‘If it is so,’ I said, ‘it is only because I have been fool enough for a hundred lifetimes’”

“‘I must tell you, all my past is like today, monsters and horrid no one wants to hear.’ … ‘I want to hear’ he said.” - bitch I SWOONED

“The next sentence should be: let us go together” — :3 I cannot

“ ‘I have not pressed you,’ he said, ‘ and I still will not. I know there are reasons you cannot answer me. But if–’ He stopped. ‘I want you to know, if you go to Egypt, if you go anywhere, I want to go with you.’” - AHHHHHHHHHHHHH WTF 😳🤯😱😶‍🌫️🥵🥴😮‍💨

“He had never met a god who enjoyed their divinity less.”

“‘Then we will go back. We will go back until you are satisfied.’ It was so simple. If you want it, I will do it. If it would make you happy, I will go with you.” —😭😭😭🥰. Crying, screaming, puking

“We would take pleasure in the simple mending of the world”

“This time you are not alone” - I cried ngl

“Circe, he says, it will be alright… He does not mean that it does not hurt. He does not mean that we are frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.” - 😢😭😭😭

“But I see now [gods] are more dead than anything, for they are unchanging, and can hold nothing in their hands”

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it’s perfectly fine honey!!! and yay!! happy almost birthday :o 21!!! you can gamble and drink and get a pilot’s license !! isnt that exciting :o

in all seriousness i’m soso sorry you’ve been having a bad week :( hopefully it’ll all get better when school starts back up n everything <3 and omg!! how has crocheting been? :o

i’m good!! preparing for school to start even though i basically still have a month 😭 and we’re starting plans for the wedding omg that sounds so weird .. im still not used to it 😵‍💫 but she’s decided we’re practicing our first dance Now instead of doing anything else so . i mean ive already been looking at dresses,, i’m too excited!! and i finally finished circe!! i’m trying to decide between one last stop and shadow of the gods </3 i think i might go with one last stop since i’m already a couple pages in ?

how’s your day? :)

- 🩷

ahhh hello!! 21 in like six days?????? odd.

hopefully!! I start school in like three weeks? a lil more? It’s been so fun!! I love crocheting, I’m working on a hexagon cardigan rn!! I’m so excited to work on it more, it’s really soothing

Same!! And oh my good wedding plans!! You’re a fiancé and you have a fiancé!!! I’m so happy for y’all!! The first dance!! That’s so fucking sweet!! Dresses!!! Wedding dresses are so pretty, I hope the search is going well!! Did you like Circe? I restarted the audiobook like yesterday!! Those both sound great but my vote is for one last stop 😎 bc sapphics 😎 on a train 😎 I’ve been listening to the audiobook a lot and I really love it 😭

The last few days were also odd but my sister comes back tomorrow!! So I’m just pushing through today, hopefully finishing one panel of my cardigan!

How was your day?

#moodythoughts #🩷 anon

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//pjo rambles

Love love love your new wake up in pjo series!! Love the fact you alter and add tid bit of your own hc in the universe (ie: may go to therapy, the oracle spirit being cool with the kids). I was so excited when mc and co are going on a quest but then mc drool on luke, clarrise wants to swim bc its too hot, annabeth getting piggy ride and they all act yk like a child in general makes me sad bc why are literal children going on a dangerous quest??? 😭😭 It feel so real when you add those tiny quirks of them.

I also love the fact that mc practically meets immortals and adopts them as their parents/adult figure. First it was maki, then hades and now circe. Yk that audio that went "you're my friend now. Let's get some soft taco later"?? Yeah that's mc. Mc also is the only one who actually has a good godly parent 😭😭 i love mc and zag's father-daughter dynamic. Zag's love language as physical touch is so real!! He hugs, pats, and kiss mc and 🥺🥺🥺 i hope this interaction will make a comeback in the future. And also hoping their dynamic will stay healthy throughout the series 🙏🏽 curious whether zag will makes mc stay in underworld or chb?? Obv zag knows their existence but don't want to send mc there to prevent them from becoming child soldiers and getting involved with the gods but after getting fatally injured maybe make him realize that he can't protect his child forever would make him hesitant and omg cant wait for this confrontation. I already can smell the angst 😭😭😔

And mc has staff too now??!! I'm so excited to discover more on mc's talents and power. At first when mc was introduced as zagreus' child, i thought blood manipulation or sth related to life would be their power as zagreus is the god of life/blood/fertility. But exploring the space/time aspect of zagreus is so wicked cool!! Can't wait for it to be explored more in the upcoming chapter!!

Also the love interest aspect is so cool!! The slow build, discovering about loves (platonic, familiar etc) as a child while growing up as a demigod can be rather a handful. When circe asks mc abt luke (and him scratching his butt, ngl i giggled at that part) and mc denied it, oh yes i love that slow build. (Did the girls in pjo be a love interest too?? Bc that will be so cool!!). Not only from the relationship's aspect but the slow build in friendship too. The bumpy start when befriending clarrise and her started to trust mc (with her complaining abt mc going to underworld and the spear thing 🥺). I can't wait for mc to meet percy and other characters and reading their friendship/relationship progress. (And does that mean nico will be mc's uncle?? Uncle nico??)

Sorry for the long long rambles. Ignore if you feel annoyed by it.

Yeah! I mean they are just kids you know? As a kid reading books about other kids becoming hero’s is inspirational because it makes you think you can be a hero too, but when you’re an adult looking back you think “man this is messed up.” I hope this series is nostalgic for you, but also an adult looking back perspective.

Zagreus is really the only good godly parent in the series lololol, Hades/Persephone are a close second but they’ve got their quirks lol. I think you’ll be fairly surprised at the next parts! I think the next parts will 100% make sense and set the tone of the series as well as being very relatable.

Yeah! I noticed there’s so many gods who are tagged with fertility and hunting in particular, I thought it was interesting that Zagreus was the god of mysteries and hunting, I thought it would be interesting to make a bit of a twist with that. The staff definitely plays a part in it, but not in the way you probably think haha, I like the idea that all it takes to be a witch is desire/will so I added those elements there.

Ah I’m still not sure if there will be a romantic relationship in this series, it just depends I suppose. But yeah, you’ll start seeing some unrequited love/slightly romantic relationships pretty soon haha

Ah and I don’t want to talk about Nico since that’s a whole bag in and of itself.

#pjo #waking up in Percy jackson #waking up in pjo #asks

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absolutepokemontrash · 2 years

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🪡, 💀, 🖋 for Himiko!

And 🐃, 🦄 for cercie! ( sorry if that's not how you spell her name! )

Himiko

🪡 : Do you believe in fate?

Himiko: Nope. Not one bit. Most things are random and that’s that.

💀: What do you think of Belphie?

Himiko: Well, he’s a brat to say the least. Other than that, despite being thousands of years older, the cow-bastard is basically my little brother. The whole incident from the first year is ancient history. Besides, two thirds of this literally god forsaken hellhole have tried to kill me, Belphie isn’t special.

🖋: What do you think of Diavolo?

Himiko: Ah, my side bitch.

*Distant Mammon squabbling*

Himiko: Geez! I’m kidding! Dia’s just a friend, besides, he’s into Lucifer anyway. While I don’t always agree with all of Diavolo’s little schemes, I like him. He seems to really want his whole peace between realms thing, and I honestly can’t see a downside to humans not being the punching bag of the demons and angels.

Circe

🐃: What is your favourite Devildom food?

Circe: The textures of most of the foods here are not to my taste. It… reminds me of food my father makes, so I cannot eat either.

🦄: What is your favourite mythical creature?

Circe: I find sirens and merfolk to be most fascinating, but I wouldn’t dare step foot near the water to find them.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date #asks #ask #obey me mc #anon #obey me mammon #obey me Diavolo #Obey me Solomon #Obey me OC #Obey me fankid #ask game

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“Circe, Circe,” Nico called, the noise bringing attention to the animals. A few clustered at his feet, clamoring for attention or food, “Hey now, I don’t have anything for you. Especially you, Nektarios.”

Wading his way through, he started again, “Circe, are you--”

“It is hardly noon, child. Must you be so loud?” came the resonant voice of the goddess, echoing through her abode. While it could give a visitor a start, it merely elicited a sigh from Nico. The sound giving him hint as to where she was, he exhaled. His breath formed swirls of green that extended outward and cut through the illusions that were common on Aeaea.

This revealed the enchantress in what he called her throne, a chalice in her hand. He remarked, “I thought gods don’t get drunk. Much less hungover. Will you just hear me out?”

“You’ve already barged in.”

Nico restrained an eye roll. Not even his wayward mentor could bring this down for him, “I found a lead. Well, a lot more than a lead. I met my sis--my sibling on the new year.”

“Sibling?” her eye peered over to him. She hadn’t heard a stir within or outside the pantheon. But of course, the many centuries had led to many becoming more...quiet in their approaches. And as one of the many recluses, it wasn’t like she got news often.

“Yeah, they call themselves Rune although I think there may be another thing to that one. Anyway, they have mismatched eyes like I do. One’s even the same color as mine,�� he brushed against the wisteria iris, “apparently it’s a family thing, which is why they could see me as related to them. But weirdly, it doesn’t sound like they’re in this family. They actually warned me to stay away from anyone else if I...how did they put it....’If you value your autonomy and do not adhere to others easily.’ Man, they do speak weird though. Reminds me of you.”

“One more jab and you will spend the night in the hogs pen.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” although his tone didn’t sound particularly sorry, “I’m just curious though. If they don’t like our family, why did they say anything to me? And what do they do? They put a knife to me--”

“--a knife--” Circe cried, her wine splattering onto a hound at her side. He let out a whine but lapped the drink. She ignored the creature as she considered the person Nico encountered. While she’d never say it outright, she had a soft spot for her pupil. And while she never had been keen on his search, the witch couldn’t deny him his desire.

“Yeah! As soon as they knew I was casting, they did that!” Nico said, excitement brushing over the danger he so casually mentioned, “To which, how did they know I was casting? Do they do magic too? Is the same as mine?”

“Instead of asking these to me you should ask your...sibling.”

“I wanted to!” he insisted, “And they answered some things here and there but said they only were here for a short time for work but said they’d come by again. They also had questions...which is a relief....I think.”

“You think?” she echoed, imploring him further.

“I don’t know what I expected when I would finally find something. I don’t know what to expect when it comes to this connection with Rune. They seem reluctant but they didn’t walk out when I invited them. They even messaged of timetables for the future. It almost----nevermind. I think I’m just glad that my lead isn’t gonna up and disappear as fast as they came.”

Circe gave a measured look towards the boy, “I would suggest that you keep your expectations realistic. That they may be able to help you figure out a bit more about your birther. That they may become a contact for you. But do not jump to conclusions. I believe you know enough tales to know what happens when you do.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“And since you are here, there is a matter of a few of the quarters,” she chided. Nico groaned, knowing he was in for another day of hard labor rather than magic practice.

When he was sent to his task, Circe awaited his departure from her (and his) earshot. This time she purposely poured from her chalice onto the floor. Rather wine, a viscous liquid flowed. Like starlight captured in honey, it fell and spread into a circle. Its surface started to reflect various images.

Perhaps this was a blessing in disguise like the Pagonis man. This search of his parentage made the enchantress uneasy. Especially when it brought him far too close to whims of the divine. While many minded themselves, the sense of their own tended to bring change....nothing as gentle as the seasons but more like hurricanes and earth shaking. But this may prove a useful distraction.

#writings

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Charming Eternity - Chapter 24

A/N: Sorry this has taken me so long, I’ve been working on my Stranger Things fic "Strangely Charming" that also has Maeve and Cal, alternate universe kinda thing, more focused on Cal because he’s a lot of fun to write. (Long end notes at the bottom)

Chapter Sum: Maeve begins work on her plan and the boys stop by for their part.

Words: 1239

Warnings: none

(Previous Chapter)

While Maeve was out, bringing the Frogs home, Cal was having a lovely little nap on her bed. Or he was until Circe let out a caw that startled him awake.

Was that really necessar-? His ears perked up at the sound of Sam and Michael coming from Sam’s room. Shit shit shit! He leaped from the bed and out into the hall. Sam’s door was shut, but luckily Michael’s door was open and so were the two doors that connected the brother’s rooms through the bathroom.

“Just work with me, and I can help you, you’ll be okay,” Sam said. Suddenly Star was calling from outside.

Shit! Fuck! Shit! Where’s Mae when you need her? Cal entered the bathroom as Michael pushed open the window, he was unseen by both brothers and hid around the corner.

“It’s that girl from the boardwalk, is she one of them?” Sam asked as he and Michael looked down.

“I have to talk to you, can I come up?” Star called up.

“No!” Michael shouted before turning to Sam. “You shut the window and lock your door.” He turned to head for the door but turned back after a strong gust of wind to see Star floating outside the window.

“She’s one of ‘em!” Sam shouted before he ran to hide under his covers. “And don’t tell me, it doesn’t make her a bad person Mike!”

Oh, please let this work, Cal thought as he ran into the room; he didn’t want Mae to come home to her half-vampire friend knocked unconscious from wards made for much stronger full-vampires. Cal jumped up onto the bed, startling Sam and making the boy almost fall off the bed. Star, you’re invited in, please don’t question my voice if it turns out you can hear this. Star showed no reaction and simply stepped into the room unharmed. Oh thank gods! Cal did the cat equivalent to a sigh of relief as he sat down beside Sam’s cocoon.

“You know where David took me tonight, don’t you, Star?” Michael asked.

“Who’s David?!” Sam squeaked.

“Yes. It’s my fault. If you hadn’t met me, if I hadn’t liked you,” Star said as she walked closer to Michael. “I tried to warn you.”

“It was that night in the cave, wasn’t it? That wasn’t wine they gave me to drink, it was blood. That was David’s blood.”

“You drank someone’s blood? Are you crazy?!” Sam hissed.

“Well I’m just like David now, Star,” Michael said.

“No, you’re not. You’re like Laddie and me. We’re not one of them-”

“Until you make your first kill!” Sam squeaked.

“Why didn’t you kill me last night?” Michael asked.

“You were supposed to be my first,” Star said. “It’s what David wanted.”

Oh, Davey’s in trouble now. Wait until Mae hears about this… Cal thought.

“But I couldn't, Michael,” Star said.

“Why? Because you care so much about me?”

“Yes I do.” Star put a hand on his face, but Michael hit it away.

Harsh…

Star looked away from Michael then to Sam who peeked out from between the blanket.

“What are you doing here? What do you want from me?” Michael asked.

“I wanted to tell you that it’s not too late for you,” Star said. “But for me it gets harder and harder to resist.” A tear fell down her face. “I’m weak.” Michael grabbed her jacket roughly and pulled her closer, getting in her face.

“Why did you come here tonight, Star?”

“I was hoping you’d help Laddie and me.” Michael started laughing and pushed her away. He turned away and in that moment she left through the window. Michael turned back and ran to the window; Sam scrambled to get up and join him.

“Star!”

“Don’t kill anybody until we get back to you!” Sam shouted.

“What are you doing?” Michael asked as Sam jumped onto the bed to grab the phone on his nightstand.

“I got connections!”

Oh boy, here we go…

“You’re not even gonna bring it up?” Calcifer asked with a scoff. “I tell you the guy wanted Star to kill your cousin and you’re not even going to say anything to him?”

“Cal, I don’t have time to yell at anyone right now, okay? I need to get this done before they get here so we can get this all over with as soon as possible.”

“Yelling at me,” he muttered. A sudden tap at the window had him groaning. “Speak of the devils.” He got up and opened the window.

“Well?” David asked. Calcifer narrowed his eyes at him.

“The four of you are invited, get in here,” Maeve said. Calcifer rolled his eyes dramatically as he moved out of the way so the four could climb in.

“Hey babe,” Paul greeted as he made his way over to where Maeve was at her desk. An invisible force grabbed the back of his jacket and pulled him back before he could put his arms around her. “Not cool, man,” he muttered to Calcifer who lowered his hand as his eyes faded from gold.

“She’s not done yet. Sit and be quiet.” Paul stuck out his tongue at him.

“Actually I… just finished,” Maeve said as she stood to face them. “Okay, I need to do this four times, once with each of you.”

“What are those?” Marko asked as he pointed to the four pendants hanging from her hand.

“Hands out,” she said, holding out her empty hand. They did as they were told and she gave one pendant to each of them.

“We put these on?” Paul asked.

“Not yet,” she said as she held up her hand.

“What do they do?”

“Would you let the woman explain everything before you all start asking questions?” Calcifer asked, sitting on the bed with his arms crossed.

“Now you all need to listen closely. Ciri told me where in the cave you all sleep; is there somewhere else, maybe deeper in the cave you could go? Somewhere… harder to get to?”

“Sure,” David said with a shrug and a nod.

“Okay good. What we’re gonna do here… it’ll feel similar to dreaming. When we’re done, you all go back and go to that deeper part of the cave. Lay down or sit, just make sure you’re on the ground, put the pendants on… then go to where you usually sleep and carry on like normal.”

“Huh?” Paul frowned and looked at the others to see they also seemed confused.

“I don’t get it,” Marko admitted. “What will these do?” Calcifer stood.

“It’s all very complex. We could spend hours explaining it to you lot or we can get this over with, yeah?” Calcifer gave them all a look. “Just trust her, she knows what she’s doing.”

“What do you need us to do?” David asked.

“We both hold the pendant and I’ll do all the work, you just need to not put up a mental block so I can do the work,” Maeve said as she sat on the floor. “And no distractions,” she added, looking at Paul. His jaw dropped in mock offense and crossed his arms to pout. “So, you first?” she asked as she looked to David. He simply smirked at her as he sat down across from her. She moved his hand so he held the pendant palm up and placed her hand on his before closing her eyes.

A/N: (Got a comment on AO3 I figured I’d answer here as well)

To answer why Mae doesn’t just use a memory wipe on the Frogs and Sam, she just doesn’t want to. Her own ‘moral code’(?) she doesn’t like using magic against people she cares about. PLUS Maeve is using the boys knowing certain things to her advantage with her plan (that I have not explained fully for reasons that will be revealed later but it’s all written out, I’ve got up to chapter 28 pretty much done for this) at the end of the last chapter Cal mentions “I hope that little idea you just planted actually works in your favor,” it’ll all work out in the end.

And to why she doesn’t ask for help, in chapter 21 when Mae and Cal explain that she can’t outright kill Max, if something happens to him she has to make sure that she is in no way tied to it so she can’t exactly go telling her plan and getting help with it. She also wouldn’t want anyone else to get in trouble if her plan doesn’t work. In her mind it’s better if she’s the only one punished should things go wrong. If she doesn’t tell anyone what the plan is then they can’t be guilty by association because, obviously, they wouldn’t have known what Mae was doing.

So yeah, I’m not gonna explain the plan until after but Mae will eventually tell the boys what it is/was.

I know that was short but I'll do my best to not have the next chapter take so long to come out.

I gotta say one of my favorite lines in the movie, besides Marko’s “Hi Michael” with his face vamped out in the tree, is Sam hiding under his blanket “Who’s David?!” and just being a little cocoon the whole scene. idk why I just find it hilarious.

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#Charming Eternity Fic #The Lost Boys 1987 #Poly!lost boys x original female character #fanfiction

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