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Cody x reader
Summary: Cody's in a sour mood, injured both in pride and flesh. So when a cute medic comes to check up on him, they are faced with one grumpy Cody.
Word Count: 1,9k
T/W: none, just Cody being a little shit
Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3
Today had not been a good day for Cody.
His first misfortune of the day happened when General Kenobi was transferred over to reinforce another battalion, right in the middle of his own raging battle. Not only that but he also took both his medics along with him, leaving Cody as the sole commander of 600 men, some of them seriously injured.
To make matters worse, when he sent a request for backup, the Council replied by dispatching the only other available battalion. And when the gun ships arrived, a relieved Cody rushing to meet them as they landed, who did he see stroll out of them?
Anakin fucking Skywalker.
Hopes crushed, he reluctantly began to brief the general on the current situation and offer up some of his own opinions on counter attacks only for Anakin to dismiss them. Plans he has spent all kriffing night making replaced with another one of Skywalkers idiotic ideas that was probably going to get them killed.
Then, to add salt to the wound, half way through the battle he got caught in the crossfire of a thermal detonator that some shiny had accidentally thrown too close to him. Not only did he get thrown across the room, but a piece of shrapnel hit him in just the right spot between his armour platings, getting firmly and painfully lodged into his side.
So here he now sat, safely in hyperspace on the way back to the capital. His dignity wounded not only by the fact that Anakins' stupid plan had actually worked, but also because he, Marshal Commander Cody, had got wounded in battle. And not by a clanker or a seppie, no. By a fucking shiny.
All he wanted to do now was take a weeks long nap, but instead he was stuck in the med-bay of the Resolute waiting impatiently for a medic to show up. But apparently even the medics of the 501st were horribly unorganized.
Scowling at the time display on his wrist comm, he scoffed, already itching to get up and leave. Maker, how much longer was this going to take?
He didn’t even need to be here for kriff sake, he was fine. He still had piles of reports to sign off and injured men to check up on. But Rex had made him promise that he would at least let one of his medics take a look at him and Cody was nothing if not a man of his word.
Sensing a movement out the corner of his eye he turned lazily towards the door a bored look on his face.
“Hi, I’m here to be your medic” you smiled as you made your way over to your patient.
“Fucking finally” he muttered under his breath. Your head shot up from your datapad, raising an eyebrow at the trooper in front of you. What was his problem?
Brushing the comment off you plastered on another smile, admittedly less genuine that the first one.
“Ok then, let’s get started shall we?”, you introduced yourself to him, telling him your name and finishing it off by offering him a handshake.
He glanced down at your outstretched hand then back up at you face, eyebrows raising before slowly accepting your offer. His hand engulfed your own as he gave it a small shake, pulling back almost as soon as your hands had touched.
A couple beats of silence passed as you looked at him expectantly. His frown deepened “We gonna get this over with or what?
Your eyes widened, taken aback by his bluntness. Seriously, what was this guy's problem?
“I was waiting for your name...” you said, but this only made him look even more confused.
“Y’know, I tell you my name, you tell me yours…” you explained hesitantly “at least that’s how introductions usually work.”
“I know how they work” he scoffed “I just assumed you already knew who I was. Most people do.”
“Oh. Well I’m kinda new around here. I haven’t even really worked with other battalions outside of the 501st yet”
“Clearly.” he grumbled “The name’s Cody. Marshal Commander Cody.”
Ok so he was definitely wayy to full of himself.
You flashed him an awkward smile “Ok then Cody, how about you lay down for me and we can get started?”
Turning, you started rummaging through ypu med pack when he scoffed, making you look up abruptly only to find him still sitting on the edge of the bed with a bored look on his face.
"How long is this going to take?" he asked harshly.
"Well, that really depends on how bad your injuries are commander, I-"
"Great" he cut you off "then I believe we're finished here” He jumped of the bed, wincing slightly and clutching his side but quickly recovering and playing it off
You caught the movement and opened your mouth, beginning to protest “But commander, you're obviously injured-“
“I’m perfectly fine” he said, pointedly cutting you off yet again “Now if you’d just sign me off I’ll be on my way.”
He held his hand out expectantly, already looking down at his comm as he waited for you to hand him the med report card.
This guy was getting on your last kriffing nerve.
When you didn’t react he slowly looked up at your face “I said-“
“I know what you said” this time you cut him off. He raised an eyebrow at you before straightening up to his whole height and taking a step closer to you.
“Good, then how about you follow orders and hand me that report card, medic”
Oh so this is how this was gonna go. Ok then, two can play that game Cody.
Matching him you took a step closer, now almost chest to chest “I don’t care if you’re Marshal Commander or the fucking Chancellor, when it comes to medical care I outrank you”
He looked taken aback by your outburst but maintained his firm gaze nonetheless. Refusing to back down you glared straight back up at him. Eventually he scoffed “Fine, but make it quick.”
“It will take as long as it needs to take Commander," you replied snarkily “Now please if you would be so kind as to lay down.”
He let out a small huff of disbelief, but settled back down onto the bed anyway. You had balls he’d give you that.
“Not many people talk to me like that y’know” he said as he watched you set up your supplies.
“Yeah? Well maybe they should” you scoffed, making him narrow his eyes at you.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You seem like you could be taken down a couple notches is all." You shrugged, gentle hand begining to detach the armour plating covering his chest and stomach. Then as an after thought you added “No offense.”
“How the hell is that not offensive?”
You smirked, an odd satisfaction at getting under his skin.
He sucked in a sharp breath as you carefully peeled up his blacks, your own breath hitching as it revealed the wound hidden underneath.
“And you said you were fine?”
“I am fine” he replied through his teeth. “Minor wounds are an occupational hazard. I’ll live.”
“Cody. This isn’t a ‘minor injury’. This is an open wound that, if not treated correctly will get worse”
“S’nothing I haven’t dealt with before”
“I don’t care if you’ve dealt with it before, right now it’s my job to take care of you and you’ve got to let me do it”
He shot you an annoyed look but settled down nonetheless “Fine”
You nodded satisfied and walked over to the sink, Cody’s eyes following your every move as you picked up a cloth, letting it soak completly under the tap before carefully wringing it out.
Turning around, you jumped slightly upon seeing the commanders gaze watching you intently. You cleared your throat, walking back over to him and taking a seat on the stool next to the bed. Gently, you pressed the cloth to his skin but quickly pulled it back when he hissed.
“Sorry” you mumbled “Is it too hot? Too cold?”
“No, no it’s fine, just stings a little”
Nodding you carried on rubbing of the dried blood and dirt spread around his wound, making a conscious effort to be as soft as you could. Once you were satisfied you lent in, taking a closer look at the now clean wound. You hummed and began rummaging in your med pack as he watched you closely.
“What? What is it?” he asked almost as if he was... nervous? No, it couldn’t be.
“It’s just gonna need a couple stitches that’s all, nothing to worry about”
He swallowed as you carefully threaded your needle and lined it up near the start of his cut. Taking one last glance up at him to make sure he was ok you found him clenching his fists tightly by his side, eyes firmly shut and chest rising and falling quickly.
Who knew he would be so nervous about a tiny needle. You shook your head smiling softly at his nervousness before slowly pushing the needle in. Immediately he flinched, sucking in a breath and clenching his jaw.
You stilled, glancing up at him again “Hold still for me please.”
“I’m trying” he muttered angrily, “but you’re fucking stabbing me”
You chuckled, focusing back on your work “On come on now, I thought you were ‘big tough Marshal Commander Cody’. People won’t find you nearly as intimidating when they find out you can’t handle a little needle and threat”
“I can handle it.” he growled.
“Sure doesn’t seem like it” you smirked finishing up the last stitch and tying a careful knot. “But no need to worry Cody, I wouldn’t dare tarnish your reputation like that”.
Taking out a bacta patch you ripped the wrapping off.
“It can be our little secret” you teased, sending him a wink. He rolled his eyes at you, only making you smirk wider when you saw him trying to hide a smile. Huh, maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.
You lined the bacta patch up, before giving him a warning “This is gonna sting a little”
He grunted, squeezing his eyes shut as you pushed it down, looking up at him apologetically and muttering a quiet “Sorry”
Finally you straightened up, dusting off your hands “Okay the Cody, you’re as good as new”
He groaned as he sat up, watching you fill out the report card before finally signing it off and handing it to him. He took it from you muttering out a quiet “Thanks”
Smirking, you put a hand behind your ear teasingly “Sorry? I didn’t quite catch that”
He rolled his eyes at you, ghost of a smile gracing his lips “I said” he enunciated each word carefully “Thank you”
“My pleasure Marshal Commander” you grinned, giving him an exaggerated bow. He let out a small huff that sounded suspiciously like a laugh before re-attaching his armour and heading towards the exit.
“Oh and Commander” you shouted when he was half way out the door. He hummed, turning to look at you.
“I’ll see you around Cody” you winked playfully. He shook his head, rolling his eyes but not trying to hide the smile rising on his face.
“Sure, I'll see you around” he replied, winking back before slipping out the door.
You stood, staring dumbly at the empty space where he’d just been standing, feeling a blush slowly creep up to your cheeks.
Did- did he just wink at you?
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Pt.2 here
A/N: I can't shake the feeling that I didn't get Cody quite right in this? Idk something just feels off. So please feel free to send me some constructive criticism. Key word being constructive. I will most definitely cry if you are mean to me lmao
Anywho, hope y'all enjoyed it anyways ❤️ :D
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13 Questions Every Harry Potter Fan Should Be Able To Answer
Question 1: Which house do you belong to?
Ravenclaw. I'm curious, creative and introverted. But I would also be happy in Hufflepuff since I am, at the end of the day, baby.
Question 2: Which Deathly Hallow would you choose?
If I'm being honest with myself probably the stone, to have one final conversation with my mother who recently, and very suddenly, passed away.
If that hadn't happened then I would've chosen the invisibility cloak because I love the idea of not being perceived.
Question 3: Which Character do you have a (not so) secret crush on?
Interesting question. I had to pick someone compliant with their characterization in the books then I'd probably say I'm most attracted to Tonks or Sirius, or the Weasley twins. But if you saw my AO3 history you'd think Tom Riddle.
Question 4: What are your Indepth and controversial thoughts on Severus Snape?
I think that Severus is a very tragic character. He came from poverty, was abused and neglected by his parents. The only person to ever show him kindness was Lily. He was canonically ugly, weird, and had bad hygiene. He was bullied by two classist Gryffindors and craved power and vengence which led him down a dark path. He died a hero who was courageous and self-sacrificing but I don't think she-who-shall-not-be-named wrote a convincing enough redemption story, especially not one in which the hero would give one of his son's Severus's name. He was still a wholly miserable person who was stuck in the past and verbally abused the child of his former nemesis for six years.
My controversial thoughts surrounding Snape was that he was first and foremost a genius - a potions prodigy who literally crafted his own spells as a teenager.
There was an unequal power dynamic between Severus and the Marauders. He was a dirt poor half-blood and they were rich purebloods. There was never any equal footing between them and as much as he participated in the feud, it was always in retaliation to their cruelty. (I can say this without bashing Sirius and James as all people contain multitudes).
I also don't believe Severus was a bigot. I think there's a good chance he hated muggles, as a result of the abuse from his father, but I he was too smart to buy into the idea of blood supremacy when he, a half-blood, was smarter than most of his pureblood peers. And when Lily, a muggleborn, was at the top of their class.
One of the more controversial headcanons I have is that Severus was recruited into becoming a Deatheater, not because he believed in their agenda but because he was allured by the promise of power, influence and vengeance. I believe he probably moved up high in the ranks after graduating Hogwarts because he was cunning, ambitious, and committed to proving himself and gaining Voldemort's respect. I also believe during his time as a Deatheater he most likely had to commit horrible acts of violence and cruelty, and that while Severus does have a sadistic streak (one that gives him the allusion of power), he does not wish suffering upon innocent people. He probably dealt with these peforming these acts by compartmentalizing his responsibiltiies as a Deatheater and using occlumancy.
One final thing I want to add is that I don't think Severus was obsessed with Lily in a 4Chan, incel sort of way (in fact, he kind of gives off ace vibes). In my opinion, Lily was the only person to ever give him love, kindness and compassion, and while he was in love with her, he was above all else, completely wracked with guilt over being responsible for telling Voldemort about the prophecy. He agrees to protect Harry because he feels indebted to her until the day he dies.
Question 5: Who, In your Opinion, Is more evil: Voldemort or Dolores Umbridge.
What a funny question. The first thing that comes to mind for me is Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump and the discourse in 2015-17 about which politician was worse. Voldemort (like Trump) is honest about who is is and what he stands for (self-interest and accumulating power). Alternatively Umbridge (like Clinton) tries to create the perception that she is good and righteous.
Umbridge represents the banaltiy of evil. She's sadistic and abusive, even towards children -all while wearing a polite smile on her face. She has the same vibe as a Catholic nun who abuses people in the name of god, and for Umbridge it was about the rule of law.
However, Voldemort's evil can't even be measured on the same scale. He's a meglomaniac eugenicst willing to purge the world of things he deems inferior to him. He was inspired by dictators like Hitler and Stalin.
It's far easier to hate Umbridge because she's not honest about who she is, and we've met a figure of authority who's exactly like her. Voldemort by all accounts and purposes, was far more powerful, influential and destructive, but too grandiose to relate to.
Question 6: Which death in the series is the most heartbreaking?
Sirius, Fred, Remus, but especially Fred. It was cruel to take him away from George. I think it would've been more satisfying if Percy, as a way to redeem himself to his family, sacrificed himself to save his brother during the Battle of Hogwarts.
Question 7: What Quidditch position would you play?
I wouldn't. I'd probably be in the stands or take advantage of the school being empty and fuck around in the empty castle all day.
Question 8: What Wizarding Career would you pursue?
Probably a teacher or academic/Unspeakable as I love research. That or someone who paints the magical portraits.
Question 9: Which book in the series is you favourite?
PoA was always my favourite as a kid because I really loved Lupin's character, and hearing about the Marauders. The time-turner plot gives me an eyeroll now but the climax is still one of the most thrilling to me. We also got a taste of Powerful Harry, which actually never came to fruition, but I really loved the idea that Harry was a very exceptional wizard who was coming into his powers and not just an every-man character.
Question 10: Who should have ended up together? Hermione/Ron or Hermione/Harry?
Hermione/Harry if it was developed earlier on. The author explained that Ron/Hermione was something she pigeonholed herself into in the first two books but later regretted it. I think canonically, Harry and Hermione are like siblings, but if their relationship was developed after PoA then it would've been really satisfying to see.
Question 11: Have you read Harry Potter and the Cursed Child?
No. Never will.
Question 12: Was Dumbledore a Hero or a Villain?
A hero. His plan worked in the end, as convoluted it may have been. I don't see Dumbledore as an all-good Santa-Claus-Grandpa character like his die-hard fans do, but I also don't see him as a chess-player villian twirling his moustache from the shadows.
I used to really hate Dumbledore because of how secretive he was. It was absolutely insane for him to have put Harry on that wild goose chase with such little information and it was a miracle they won the war at all.
At the end of the day, I think he was a man that feared having too much power due to the mistakes he made in his youth when he was hungry for it. He influenced things from the sidelines because he knew he was imperfect. He made mistakes all the time, and owned up to them, and if he was all-powerful those mistakes would have much graver consequences.
He loved Harry, in the end, and did not want to see him in that mess, but had the pressure of saving the world on his shoulders.
Question 13: Who is the real Hero of the Story? Harry Potter or Neville Longbottom?
Seems like a redundant question to me, but perhaps there's discourse around it I'm not aware of.
Harry is. But he doesn't carry that tile alone.
#harry potter questions#hp headcanons#severus snape headcanons#dumbledore headcanons#harry potter characters#hp fandom#harry potter canon#character analysis#ravenclaw#snape was a tragic character#not bashing#dumbledore wasn't a villian#but he also wasn't perfect either#that was the point of his character
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since the collapse of twitter this has resumed being my personal diary here aHEM, ok ✨personal life things✨ ahoy
blah blah we are understaffed and overworked at my job and with one of my coworkers on maternity leave, (our administrate assistant who was usually in charge of wrangling one of our useless chaotic nightmare managers) said nightmare manager has gotten a million times worse and blah blah very long story short as one of the unfortunate 🌈backbones of the entire operation I am SO tightly wound and irritated and stressed the fuck out every day lately. morale is low! we are all at each others throats and resentful of each other! (FOR??? GOOD REASON??? IN MY OPINION???) Worth mentioning that ugh the nature of this stupid business is that we spend every second with each other essentially trauma bonding in a pile so it’s a very uniquely horrible vibe when we’re all mad at each other. and our prep room is under major renovation right now so we’re also stretched crazy thin shuffling between locations unnecessarily. And it’s like pulling teeth to get anyone to do their fucking jobs and CORRECTLY no less. and i keep getting put out on funerals which mostly makes me go out of my mind bc I can’t trust anyone to follow up on anything in the office if I’m not supervising or doing things myself?!?! oh my god at the end of the day this too shall pass and yes burnout is a thing but whatever and I’m constantly reminding myself I like what I do HERE, any job will have idiots to work with, I like the contents of my actual JOB if I take away my coworkers, I’ve been here for literally 7 years now but. oh my god. oh my god oh my god.
icing on the cake now that we’re all at our wits ends my other manager’s brilliant idea to solve the discord and anger and resentment amongst us for literal months was to set up a company bowling night on Saturday am I living in a sitcom??? what is to stop me from hurtling myself into all the pins or even just two specific sacrifices of my coworkers into the gutter. perhaps someone can just euthanize me
#I hope this post becomes horrifically funnier when you remember What My Job Is!#this did make me feel better to write out cause LKTETALLY I’ve been curled in a ball for five days this week#about april#LONG POST /#ANYYWAAYYYYYY IM DOING GREAT-#I’ve been trying to nap since 5 pm and instead I’ve just been staring at the ceiling for six hours
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Pagan Misconceptions Clarified: Why Morrígan, Is NOT "Only The Triple Goddess of War and Death, that is represented as Sexy and Evil; and also known, as The Phanthom Queen?!"
Okay: These one misconceptions?!... It really, pissed me off!...
The only Goddess of Irish Mythology that is mostly known in Mainstream Media, (Besides Brigid) by the stories of The King Arthur; as the most powerful leading female figure in the literary Arthurian Cycle, and she is portraited... As an Evil Sorceress! (Thank you so much for implying, that any woman that is strong; confident and powerful... Has to be Evil! [...Stupid Machists!]) Anyway!... Morrígan, is not an Evil being with three bodies; that rejoices in destruction and death in The Battlefield and War, and I will proved that she is much more than the horrible reputation she have recieved, since "The Legends of King Arthur"; started to became popular, so... Shall we begin?!
Morrígan, is too: The Goddess of Sovereignty and Battle, The Goddess of Kings and Queens and of Kingship/Queenship; The Goddess of Death, The Goddess of Life, The Goddess of Earth and its Fertility, The Goddess of Wealth of The Earth; The Goddess of Fertility, The Goddess Influencer of The Outcome of War, The Goddess of Victory, The Goddess of Prophecy; and...The Goddess of Female Power!
Morrígan, is a Irish Goddess that is a daughter of The Mother-Goddess; Erhmas, (like her sisters, Badb and Macha) which; by the passing of time, were emerged into being three manifestations of Morrígan; (called collectively, as The Morrígan: Badb, Macha... And, Morrigan) or... As Morrígan, having two more bodies; which makes her a Triple-Bodied Goddess, or... As a Triple Goddess. Morrigan, is married with The Dagda; which is the Chief Deity of The Tuatha Dé Danann. (The Deities of Today's Ireland) Her name, was translated meaning, The Phanthom Queen, but is translated too; as The Great Queen!
And now... The other aspects, of The Goddess Morrígan:
The Goddess of Sovereignty and Battle: She was represented as armed and in armour, 'cause she is a Goddess of War and Battle; but, is mostly ignored that she is a deity that is prepared to defend to The King and his sovereignty; of any enemy that challenges his authority. Also, she is a defender of all the people against foreign power; which for this too, she is the Goddess of Sovereignty
The Goddess of Warriors: For always appearing ready for battle or war, her ferocity in combat; and her relation with War and Battle... I could assume than Warriors asked to her, to gave them courage; bravery, and to get out victorious!
The Goddess of Kings and Queens and of Kingship/Queenship: As her role of defender of Sovereignty, and of Goddess of War; also her name that is translated as Queen... Is my theory, that Kings and/or Queens relied on Morrígan; not only to defended their power and get out victorious in war or battle, but too; as to governed over their subjects in times of peace, and to garantee themselves; a long reign.
The Goddess of Death: She appeared in the battlefield, as a Crow; posing over the shoulders of the ones that fell in battle.
The Goddess of Life: She can spared the life of the Warriors she favoured, or to who she wanted to be victorious, and... For The Ancient Irish and Celts, Life and Death were closed related; and for Ancient Pagans, Death is only a change of state; before souls can reenter into the world, again; which... Makes her too, into a Goddess of Life!
The Goddess of Earth and its Fertility: She was mentioned, as a Goddess that could propiciate earth's fertility; and the wealth of livestock.
The Goddess of Wealth of The Earth: She was called upon, to ensure the earth always gave its wealth to the ones that own it; or works on it.
The Goddess of Fertility: For her role as a a Goddess of The Earths Fertility, The Wealth of Livestock; and The Wealth of Earth... In my opinion, she may be a Goddess of Fertility, including in humans, because in Ancient Paganism; War and Sex, were sides of the same coin!
The Goddess Influencer of The Outcome of War: It was attested, that Morrígan appeared as a crow; to inspire fear or courage to the warriors; and to encourages to warriors to do brave deeds... And to strike fear into their enemies: In rare cases, she joined herself to the war as a warrior; to the side she favoured, directly!
The Goddess of Victory: It was said, that she can bring victory over their enemies.
The Goddess of Prophecy: She had appeared in visions, according to myth and legend; washing the bloody clothes of the ones destined to die in battle, or war. (Like happened once, during the dream of a very unnfortunate King...)
The Goddess of Female Power: She fighted for herself in battles and wars, and when she was mentioned in battles and wars; as accompanied or assisted by others... She appeared always with her sisters, Badb and Macha; or... As a Triple-Bodied Goddess: For this, and that she always appeared armed and her armour; then, she is... (At least for me) ...The Goddess of Female Power!
Morrígan, can appeared too; in any form: As a Maiden, a Mother... And, as a Lover. But... She can appeared too, as a Hag; (a old woman, very wrinkled; that in sometimes can know magic, or being a Witch; or, a Goddess in disguise, and... Not very appealing, to look at...) that could, in the late case; showed her real form, as a beautiful and young goddess; according to Irish Myths.
It was said that a group of bandits, that only behaved honorably in times of agression of foreigners; to later became respectable members of settled communities, called The Fianna... May have been dedicated to Morrígan: Today, some organizactions in Ireland, bear this name; and, this name is part of the opening line; of the Irish Language version of... The Irish National Anthem!
Curious Fact: The other written form, of the name Morrígan; is Carrigan or... Carrie. (So... If you someday meet, or crosses your path with a woman named Carrie; that is suspiciously fearless, and talks like a general that have fighted into thousands of wars, please... Don't make her angry: She could be... The Goddess Morrígan, in disguise!)
And, now... Where the bad reputation of Morrígan today, came from:
The texts about the Gaelic Gods of Ireland, were wrote in Medieval Times; by... Christians! (So... Any insulting, or denigrating way that Gods and Goddess appeared in these; or in any texts... Take it as probably, "A damaging, or irrespectful lie!")
Morrígan, appeared in those texts, practicing magic; and Christians tends to believe that magic was bad in any form, so sadly; they started to spread the idea that Morrígan, was a "Sorceress, that uses dark magic for egoistic and bad intentions": And because all Goddesses, are powerful and beautiful female beings with a great sex appeal; (And for Christians, a woman should always being a quiet creature at the services of family; home, a husband, and, about all; powerless...) Morrígan, was turned by them, as a Seductress... And, Evil! Which... Take us, to the last point of this little list...
As a result of this reputation gained by centuries of Christian's Teachings, Morrígan losed almost all her characteristics as Goddess; and was reduced to be only a powerful sorceress that uses dark magic and sex, in... Yes, you guessed it: In The Arthurian Legends. Even if was said for centuries, that Morgan Le Fay; is NOT Morrígan... Both share many important characteristics, that makes their look-alike, extremely suspicious to me. Like for example, that both of them: Has connections with The Magic and The Afterlife, both are portraited as seductresses; and in weilding power over others for gaining something in exchange. It's said that the origin of the name Morgan, is different of the name Morrígan: The first, is Welsh; and is related to the sea, while the latter; means "Terror", or "Greatness". (But, STILL... It bothers me: Most people, believes with reason; than Morgan Le Fay and Morrígan, are the same; and the malign reputation that unfairly recieves Morrígan, today... Came of centuries of indoctrination of Christians telling, "That, if a female being; is pretty, powerful, uses magic, and no male can restrain her power; or make her ashame of her body, or sexuality; then... She must be, EVIL!...")
So, there you go: Morrígan, was another Deity that fell with the campaign of "Turning The Gods of The Old Religion, into Demons for The New Religion." And... That part were suppossedly Morrígan, tried to seduces to Cú Chulainn; during a battle he have in that moment... Doesn't anyone has toughted that she wasn't trying to make him her lover, and that her real intentions were that Cú Chulainn losed that battle?! And besides, there is only two written stories; were Morrígan is shown as having intimacy with someone. (If she really is a very sexual Goddess... We should have hundreds of stories of sensual encounters of Morrígan, or... Hundreds of attestations about her many lovers, Isn't?!)
In conclusion: Morrígan, is not a Deity scantitly dressed; that her only power, is only using Magic that causes harm or doom to others, or... To became the fantasy of men that doesn't want a serious relation with a woman, and where they doesn't have to sacrifices nothing to make the relation to work; at all!
This is all, about the powerful Goddess; that her power manifest in all the shapes she uses to appear, and has power over Life; Death; Magic, War and Victory: Morrígan!
Have a nice and long life, full of Heroism, Victory and Magic... So Be It!
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I would love to here you info dump about your ocs if you want to?
Grinning evily, I SHALL DO SO!
So ik its been a while since i've really drawn or talked about my boys but a refresher for everyone is i have an OC universe/story loosely titled Flesh and Bone with is a The Thing inspired story featuring my Oc's Clay, Damien and Jack! All three work on a shady arctic base run by an evil corp unbeknownst to them, and after a sequence of horrible incidence and creature attacks Clay is 'killed' only to come back as! Some sort of slopbeast thing monster! He's cool and chill though, not a threat to anyone; hes a wet bag of nerves desperately trying to maintain his shape as the man he was once before, because thats who he is!! It's a story about identity (both in all my main cast being trans men but also in the more metaphorical and subtextual reading of. Clays whole deal lmao) and exploring what that means, and its also about three gay fruits experiencing THE HORRORS!
I have not written it, it's far too big a task rn, but thats the basic idea <3 everyone can always feel free to check the flesh and bone tag or any oc tags (ie oc: damien, oc: clay, oc: jack ect) on my blog to see stuuuuuuff about it!
MORE BELOW THE CUT, LIKE WAY WAY MORE SO MUCH LMAO, and as always heads up for horror themed when it comes to my lil oc's and their world <3
Lately a lot of what i've been thinking about with my oc's has been the physical changes that happen throughout the time they spend trapped in that research base, because they are there for a LONG time they do look different than they do at the start! Obviously there's the general stuff like Damien's hair growing long and the roots showing, Clay's facial hair getting scruffy and his hair getting long and unruly too, jack cutting all his long hair off (too dangerous to wield a flamethrower frequently with all that hair in the way in his learned opinion); but then there's the more physical side of going through this really tough time too, more than just aesthetic changes like hair and clothing changes. The most obvious is yes, Clay IS just a writhing mass of meat that replicates the appearance he wants to be seen as; yes including his clothes his scarf has a heartbeat don't worry about it. But then there's stuff that's not Whatever the hell Clay's deal is; Jack loses a leg, they all gain a multitude of new scars, this is a long, tough situation to survive and none of them are untouched by this- but thats part of the point! You can go through traumatic stuff and you can make it through, it might change you, it might change stuff about you, sometimes in ways you cant undo, but you can still make it through!! And you can still be loved as you rightfully deserved, and you can live a long happy peaceful life!! Thats a big part of the heart of *waves hands* what i am doing in my head with my oc's.
When i can draw for longer periods again i'd like to make reference sheets with 3 views of each character on each, a before, during, and after.
Another thing i've been thinking of lately is the day comes back after 'dying'! And its both horrific and later funny so i like it a lot.
So. Thing style monster drags him away screaming from the base, he is torn to shreds, the last person to see him alive is Damien and he watches that thing tear him *apart*. Everyones pretty certain he's very dead.
Days pass.
Then Clay wakes up in a hollowed out ice cave, one thats been melted into this larger open space by the pile of dead flesh and meat that has been dumped inside it, the pile that he has also been dumped in. It reeks, its horrific, he has to climb and clamber his way to the top in a state of abject disgust and horror; he doesn't remember how he got here. He doesn't remember anything past that thing getting a hold of him. (Unbeknownst to him he IS that thing but he'll figure that out later, he kind of does know that to an extent but not on any conscious level nor is he willing to accept it to much later, boys in denial. When it killed him and ate his flesh for some reason it fucked the beast up and fully replaced whatever it was before with his memories and consciousness so this is him now, the body he had before is gone, this is Clay now)
The only way out of this cave is a very narrow passage leading up, he starts to try and crawl in. Too tight, he doesn't fit. He keeps trying and trying in sobbing desperation until....he.....does fit. Shoulders give way, he slides in, this gap too small to rightfully fit his head through he is somehow now fitting through. He's going to pretend he isn't, he's not a stupid man but he fully cannot cope with comprehending his body moving as if boneless right now, his brain cannot cope nor begin to even parse the possibility that he is morphing like slimy slipper meatgoop to fit through here. He escapes, collapses out there on the ice for a bit miles from the base. He cries for a bit. Repeats in his head over and over that that hole was big enough for him, it was normal, he crawled normally, it was normal and fine. And then he eventually starts walking through freezing winds and blizzards in the direction he hopes the base is.
NOT FUNNY YET I KNOW, BARE WITH ME. ITS THE NEXT BIT OK
Clay reaches the base eventually and climbs through a window, enters the currently empty dining hall. He's back! He is. So so mentally checked out and traumatised and FUCKED from his experience that all he can think to do is just....go back to normal, pretend it never happened. He sits down. Pours himself a coffee in his favourite mug.
Footsteps echo closer, people are coming.....
jack and Damien walk in and freeze. They stare at Clay.
Clay stares at them.
'H-hey!' He says, waving over, 'you uh! You guys are up early!'
DAMIEN GRABS JACKS ARM, GET THE FLAMETHROWER HE SAYS
CLAY GOES OOP!!!!!
(Art of this moment memorialised forever by my beloved boyfriend @subsequentibis btw!!)
AND CLAY THEN SCHWOOPS LIKE LIQUIDY MEAT UP INTO A CEILING VENT AND REASSURES HIMSELF THAT THE GRATE WAS DEFINITELY OFF THE VENT AND HE DIDNT JUST FIT THROUGH TINY TINY HOLES ITS FINE ITS NORMAL ITS FINE ITS FINE, AND HIDES IN THE VENTS FOR A BIT. LMAO, LOVE MY SILLY COMEDY BIT
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ik this is an unsolicited opinion but if you're struggling with depression thats the brain chemical kind (ie, go thru regular periods/cyles of intense depression for seemingly no reason) have you tried antidepressants? they completely remove depressive symptoms for many people without any kind of fucky side effects. if u think this could help u i'd reccomend reaching out to a psychiatrist who could prescribe u some :( really hoping you make it thru this rough patch and want you to know even if we're just internet strangers, we all really care about you. please remember 'this too shall pass' even if it feels really fucking horrible right now.
not sure if these are the same anon but i'm gonna respond to both at once jic,
thank u for ur kind words anon. <3 i have tried zoloft in the past and a few months ago i kinda just stopped taking it because it wasn't making me feel any better, just more anxious, and also gave me a stomach ache. I know for the most part that i just have a brain chemical deficiency, but i feel like at some point it becomes my responsibility to deal with it, and i just haven't been able to. not for any real reason, i just haven't been making an effort... at all..
thanks again for the kind words and advice, ur very kind <3. i am still holding onto hope that things will get better but tbh it's been like this for years now ..
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@smckeslow tyler & frank prev.
tyler let out a slow chuckle, he would toast to it too, but he didn’t think he and frank had the same reasons for their own fatherhood disappointments. tyler’s brows raised in surprise, a beat, and then a loud laugh spilled from his lips. “ jesus h christ, frank. you’re tellin’ me you had someone call you ‘daddy’ in sexual context ? ” he asked, his cheeks ruddy and his smile massive across his face. “ would ya rather i call him my papa. or my father. or, no wait, if we are throwin’ out all the respect, shall we call ‘em leon hancock ? ” tyler said, twisting in his seat to face frank better as they drove. he looked so good with the smile on his lips, tyler knew better than to stare, it was impolite on the best of days, but it was far more criminal when it was your very straight ex best friend from high school. tyler wanted more than anything to call frank out. he was always so dismissive, and as much as tyler understood why he was doing it, he often knocked the sincerity out of tyler’s words, which felt like more of a punch than the actual punch that frank had thrown. they pulled up in front of the bar, the fox and hounds pub, and he wasn’t surprised at all that frank changed his mind. tyler never gave a shit what other people thought of him. if he was the sad cowboy single father, the tyrannical ranch owner who regularly shot at anyone who tried to fuck with the family business, the horrible father that never let maggie smoke up in the house, the shitty brother who never reached out to his sister, the fucking asshole who crashed his truck into the liquor store after his wife left him. he knew there were all sorts of thoughts about him, but tyler couldn’t get passed how he felt about himself to give anyone else the fucking time of day when it came to their opinions on him. frank had just asked him though, if he cared what people thought. if he hated this small town. so it wasn’t exactly a surprise when frank asked to go somewhere else. “ the lake sounds like a great idea. you’re buyin’ the beer though, ” tyler teased he was just grateful to get to spend a little time with the man who had always been smoking and drinking in the back of tyler’s memory. “ i actually built a fuckin’ cabin on that lake, did ya know ? well, most of a cabin. s’not finished yet, but we can go sit on the dock if you want. ” tyler offered. “ also, you won’t have stayed home though, i wasn’t there for you to fuckin’ punch, now was i ? ”
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And now let's have a lenghyyyyy discussion about the lead up to Sirius' and Molly's argument, shall we?
We pick up just where last chapter ended. With Sirius being slurred at by his mother in front of everyone for associating with muggles, and Lupin for being a freak. Clearly, Sirius doesn't want to stretch that conversation. He changes the subject with Harry almost immediately.
A bit of reference for the house for me. Let's go back into it. Sirius is stuck inside a house that he most definitely does not have many good memories in, if his mother shouting is any indication.
It is bad enough of a place for him that Sirius was happier when we find him living in a cave and feeding off rats, still wearing his ragged prison uniform than he is right now on a comfortable house. Bad enough that he forgot to be kind to Harry, who is and has been his priority since he escaped Azkaban.
Interesting relationship there between Sirius and Mundungus. Were they friends at school? Did they become friends afterwards in the order? But 13 years passed since then, and he is not on nickname basis with his closest living friend (Lupin), so I have to wonder if Mundungus helped him out here and there while he was living on the run.
Throwback to Crooshanks being friends with him all the way through PoA. And yet, petting the cat did nothing to improve his mood. Why? It's not a reunion. Hermione and Crookshanks have been in the house since the beginning of the summer, and so he's no longer a distraction from being stuck in this house for Sirius.
Finally, Sirius opens up to Harry in a friendly manner over being annoyed for being stuck somewhere he doesn't particularly like, with people (in his case the portraits) that don't treat him well, instead of being involved with Voldemort. These two spent very little time together, so it makes me wonder if Harry's personality brushing on Sirius' came from James, which ties in perfectly with the argument Sirius and Molly have later on.
James too would have been sulking for not being able to spring into action and protect the people he loves. Sirius sees his father in Harry, and gets happy about it.
So we have someone that is very impulsive and likes to be on the move constantly stuck in a house filled with memories of an awful past, as well as his own thoughts about Azkaban, which must be horrible.
On top of that, there's Snape. Snape who he hates fiercely, and is pressing on all his buttons because he knows how to. They've been doing this since they were in school. So yeah. It's safe to say Sirius is one push away from snapping.
Don't know why you have silver out with a werewolf in the house BUT this here shows his disconnect with his family. He doesn't care if mundungus steals it, doesn't give a shit about the facts he was no doubt forced to memorize about these utensils, and spits them out annoyedly. This just really highlights he would rather be anywhere else.
More complete disconnect and disgust for the house, and what he's stuck here being forced to do. He really couldn't care less about fixing this place, guys.
This one is just an interesting Lupin bit to me. The way he quickly advocates for the Goblins not with the stereotypical wizard mindset, but with proper and insightful opinions. THAT comes from being a wizarding world created and being treated badly and I would love if they lingered on this subject on the reboot.
And last but not least, there was pre existing conflict between the two of them. Molly too is in a bad mood. She doesn't want her children involved in this mess, or Harry, and for their conflict she certainly doesn't approve of the people that Sirius (because he is the owner of the house) is allowing to stay around.
Which leads to their most important point of conflict: Harry. Molly is above all annoyed at Sirius for not being on her side over Mundungus, not because he is a bad person but because he put Harry at risk. And to her Sirius, as someone Harry loves and trusts enough to send constant letters to, and his godfather should care more.
I... Don't disagree. For someone that was again, living in a cave for months in order to stay nearby should Harry need him, inviting the person that almost got Harry harmed to stay for dinner is a very weird action. But that's a lot more complicated.
Sirius is struggling. Up until Dumbledore kept him in this house, he was on a 24/7 hypervigillance, fight or flight mode. The only memories that haunted him probably came in the form of nightmares and PTSD. Now, stuck in this house with nothing to worry about, safe from cleaning, he is being forced to process. Memories of his time in prison (because this is essentially prison too, just more comfortable), of his childhood in an abusive household, and Snape taunting him, reminding him of hogwarts and James.
That is a lot.
With the full context, I understand Molly's concerns, and they would be even more valid if Sirius was raising Harry alone. But he's not. There's at least 4 other adults in this house that Harry trusts, should Sirius not be at his best in the moment. I don't know that it is fair of her to expect Sirius to be the perfect parent on top of everything else he is managing. Even without Azkaban, he wouldn't know how. He never had that. Yes, he is by no means perfect, but he's trying. I think they could both try and compromise instead of the argument that ensued.
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"How horrible it is to see eyes usually submissive burst out into wild fires of passion, and the prisoner shout out, stamp, rave, and smash something in desperation at the suffocating blanket of discipline, and after the fury has passed relapse into his usual quiet demeanour. The prison system which compels youths or first offenders to witness such sights is an accursed thing, and the responsibility for hardening such men into confirmed criminals rests upon those who defend it. Some of the sights I saw I shall never forget, and had my prison clothes been a criminal’s garb and not a suit of honour, I should have left the prison a worse criminal than I entered it.
Prisoners have a mania for doing things that are punishable if discovered, and spend hours scheming to do them by force or cunning. Mostly they are ridiculously trivial, such as having a nail or a piece of glass either in one’s cell or upon one’s person. It is not that the nail or glass is of any use, but that its possession is forbidden that constitutes the attraction ... The convict who possesses an object forbidden flatters his vanity by the reflection that, despite the cleverness and vigilance of the warders, he must be cleverer than they because he can circumvent them. And in the prison, which otherwise would crush him, he saves his ego from entire defeat by the secret possession of a nail or a pin or a pencil, anything so long as it is forbidden. The mania for doing wrong things simply because they are prohibited and involve punishment if discovered arises from this craving of the convict to delude himself as to his own powers and freedom. ‘I am too sharp, too clever for the warders and the Governor,’ is a reflection that soothes his incarcerated vanity, and he will cheerfully bear pain and discomfort to maintain this good opinion of himself
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One thing above all, the criminals are democratic and generous. They will share food with a man under punishment, or even steal some for him; and they will share any forbidden plunder, such as a raw onion or a carrot, although in procuring it they have risked three days’ bread and water. I shall never forget having a piece of raw onion given me one morning. I took it from a convict who sidled up to me and whispered: ‘’Ere’s a bit treat for ’e, lad.’ I took the object and thanked him without knowing what it was, grateful not so much for the gift as for the generosity and regard of which it was the sign. I put the onion in my only pocket, which happened to be just above the heart, and consequently only a few inches from the eyes and nose. As my body warmed the onion, its effluvium increased, and my eyes began to water furiously. I dared not offend my generous friend by throwing his gift away, moreover that would have been sacrilege, seeing the spirit in which it was made, and yet I could not eat the wretched thing to save my life. I endured tortures until I could throw away the onion out of sight of the donor, who, by the way, would have been punished with three days’ bread and water had his theft been discovered. Was it not noble of him to risk so much for a lad of whom he knew nothing?"
- E. Williamson Mason, Made Free in Prison (London: George Allen and Unwin, 1918), reprinted in Peter Brock, ed., 'These Strange Criminals': An Anthology of Prison Memoirs By Conscientious Objectors from the Great War to the Cold War. Toronto: University of Toronto Press, 2004. p. 34-35
#life inside#prisoner autobiography#world war 1#conscientious objector#pacifist socialism#uk prisons#convict code#british history#these strange criminals#research quote#history of crime and punishment
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#flashes back to the one time I dared post a shipping thing#and it wasn't even my opinion it was a funny post about how my non-fandom-y and non-shipping brother was telling me he kind of thought#widojest#was interesting#and then I got a person in my mentions yelling that I was condoning incest#because Laura and Liam played siblings before and 'consider each other siblings'#good times#this discourse has always been horrible is what I'm saying#that was over a year ago#this too shall pass
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Yeeeesss go on a cookie rant
You opened floodgates anon. Be prepared, I'm about to drop a horribly opinionated take because it's food so literally my opinion doesn't matter. Eat what you like
Here's the top cookie take in my brain: Macarons are bullshit food and also not worth it
They're expensive, take up way too much time, and most of them only just taste like the filling inside of them. The actual base cookie doesn't taste like much because it's a mixture of powdered sugar, almond flour and whipped up egg whites.
I've tried to make them at home and if you live in a humid environment, prepare to be fucked. They were invented in the stale air of France and that is where they shall forever be baked.
I get that they're pretty, like they're gorgeous and I think the appeal is similar to my problem with focaccia bread. However Macarons get a pass because unlikes the nasty fucking Zuccini focaccia bread, macarons do taste good depending on their fillings.
What does not get a pass is how most macarons are commercially done up. Some bakeries (the one I work at included) will offer macarons without making them in store, getting them from another business that mass produces them. I don't know how actually common it is, but it's something that's done around here.
The problem with these out-of-store macarons is actually the ingredients used. Most macarons will be advertised and assumed as gluten-free due to their use of almond flour. The problem with these mass produced ones is that they are not gluten-free, as they are made with regular flour as well in a way to cut costs.
We don't advertise our macarons as gluten-free but we've had customer complaints due to the content found in the cookies, because if you know macarons you know that they're supposed to be gluten-free. I know our store owner is trying to switch to another brand as the macarons are still a popular showcase/walk-in item.
Also some macarons taste like ass because people don't know how much dye is enough dye. You can dye stuff without making it taste like total shit.
Unrelated to cookies but related to dye talk; black and red icing are the worst tasting icings due to the amount of dye you put in. Black you can fix a bit, Red icing you're kinda fucked on, it's gonna taste artificial due to dyes unless you can naturally make it red (The best I can do is pink). Black however you can make work by making chocolate icing/chocolate ganche/fudge icing. And then you need way less dye to make it black.
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#end rant until I reblog this one day with more opinions on cookies#one dayyyy#also some icing facts#I work as head cake decorator for my bakery so I know way too fucking much about icing dear god#it takes up so much space in my brain#so many flavours and colours help#if you ever want cake decorating/cake advice in general feel free to dm me tho#sweaty asks
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07. rough time
tw; mentions of suicide & drugs
you didn’t feel so good. it all happened too quick. the trip to the rehab center, the visit to her grave, her mother finding you—
it wasn’t the most comfortable situation; to be in the same car as your dead best friend’s mother, whom you didn’t have the guts to face. even though she had told you she understood your reason for not being able to attend the funeral, you yourself couldn’t accept it. it felt like you betrayed her, your second family; and didn’t want to face them.
however you couldn’t keep it in. “im sorry.” you blurted out, breaking the silence between you two.
she gave you a glance, confusion clouding the motherly eyes, “what are you sorry for my dear?”
you opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out. you couldn’t swallow the lump forming in your throat and next thing you knew gentle tears were streaming down your face. “im sorry i couldn’t come to her funeral. i-i regret to this day and i just—i can’t forgive myself for it. a-and you shouldn’t as well.”
her features softened at your confession, her lips forming a sad smile, “y/n, darling how can i be mad you? asking you to come to her funeral while you were facing so many things was wrong of me, and there’s nothing to forgive because what you did was not wrong but a reasonable action. and i know for a fact homura would understand you too.”
you really wanted to believe her but the sick twisting though in you made you believe otherwise. akito was right, what kind of a friend were you? you could’ve came back to hyogo from time to time to check up on her, make sure she was okay. how didn’t you pick up any clues from her lack of energy whenever you two face-timed? “that’s what you might think but still-”
“no y/n, i am not having this debate with you. it’s not your fault and i hope you learn to accept that. don’t listen to what akito says, he’s taking it harder than any of us did. he still can’t accept the fact that she took her own-” she couldn’t finish the sentence, a broken sob leaving her. she pulled the car over to catch her breath, it was dark outside and driving with a blurry vision could result in an accident. something you didn’t want to experience again.
“im sorry dear, i’ll continue driving in a minute.” she gave you weak smile. “it’s okay auntie suzuki, i would prefer that you continue driving when you feel better anyways.” you reached out to squeeze her hand and she responded back the same way.
“...how’s your mother y/n?” she asked you carefully. it was still a sore subject for you. even after a year your mother hadn’t made much progress in recovery although she was at the best rehab center. “she isn’t exactly doing well...she had a seizure today.” you looked down at your lap, fiddling with your fingers.
“oh—y/n that’s horrible! how did it—how is she doing?”
“i honestly don’t know. it’s like she doesn’t want to get better and i don’t understand why! and i have mo idea how this happened when she’s in a rehab center, maybe she still has connections with her dealers? but isn’t the rehab center supposed to be safe and guarded?” your hands were starting to shake, it was too much to take in. you couldn’t believe your ears when you got the call, you were paralyzed in your spot and for a second you had thought that maybe this was it; this was how you lost your last family member.
hands reached out to keep you steady, bringing your body closer to lay on her chest. she hugged you tightly, “shh it’s going to be okay dear, i know it will be. have you talked to her about it?” you shook your head, leaning further on her chest, “no—she still blames me for his death...” you could hear her sigh as she smoothed out your hair, “don’t believe her y/n, it wasn’t your fault and any person with the right mind can see that. now let’s get you home shall we?”
you nodded, getting back to your original position; leaning agains the window watching the scenery pass by as you guys started to drive back home.
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took me a while to get the written portion done but here it is :)) this has a big explanation about y/n’s past and and questions will be answered in the upcoming chapters
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My Heart Gone Missing [Chapter 5]
Fandom: Studio Ghibli (Howl’s Moving Castle)
Pairing: Friendship! Howl x GN! Reader
Warnings: Marius is unsupportive and angsty as usual~
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“Y/N! You’re insane, you know that?” Marius asked as you put a baseball cap on and turned the dial to the town.
“Your point?” you asked as you turned to the ceramic basin.
“Why would a wizard give you one of his spells?”
“Well, you never know until you try, right?” you asked happily as you opened the door. “Any last words before I leave?”
“You’re-”
“Nope, bye Marius!” you called before you darted out the door.
“Y/N! Stop cutting me off!” Marius yelled moments before the door slammed shut behind you.
You began the walk through town towards the shop that you saw the other day. “Okay, just be polite, ask if they have the spell, if not, run.” You mumbled to yourself as you walked through the crowds of people. You looked down at your feet to avoid eye contact with other people, and when you slowed down, you looked up to see the shop of ‘The Great Wizard Jenkins’. “Okay, let’s do this.” You took a deep breath and then knocked on the door. Moments later the door opened to the same stunted man, er kid, from the other day.
“Hello, how can I help you?”
“You don’t happen to have a spell, do you?” you asked sweetly. After thinking about your sentence you sighed at your vagueness.
“You were that person who ran away the other day, right?” the kid asked gruffly.
“No! You must be confused with someone else.” You said quickly as your hand moved to your (h/c) locks of hair. You gave a small scratch before your hand flew back down at your side. “You don’t happen to have a spell that’ll, uh, I don’t know, hypothetically be able to turn you into, well, an animal, preferably a bird, you know, like, uh, hypothetically speaking of course.” You said quietly while not looking at the kid.
“Are you a witch/wizard?” the kid asked.
“What? No! What makes you think that?” you asked in a panicked fashion. Your hair was slowly turning into a (different hair color) starting from when you scratched it. Magic.
“Only a witch/wizard would want to look for a spell like that.” The kid answered.
“Well, you know, it’s all hypothetical and such. I don’t want it for myself, I’m just looking for a gift, for, uh, for a friend. Yeah! Because I totally have friends, why wouldn’t I have friends?” you silently cursed at yourself for your awkwardness and the conversation that you were having.
“No. We don’t give out spells like that. It’s too dangerous. Especially for that friend of yours, who doesn’t know what they’re doing, unless they are a witch or wizard.” The kid said smoothly.
Darn, he saw right through it, “okay, yeah, thank you. I’m sorry for wasting your time, again. I mean! Not again, we definitely haven’t met before. Okay, I’ll leave. Sorry for bothering you!” you yelled the last part out as you ran away from the shop. Again.
“You’re not as subtle as you think you are!” the kid yelled after you.
“Good to know old man!” you yelled in return.
“Children.” You heard the kid grumble behind you.
“I wouldn’t say that!” you yelled at him, “you’re not older than me!” you laughed when you saw the stunned look on the kids face before sprinting away. You may like to get a rise out of people, but you don’t like the consequences, and there was no way you were going to test out this kids’ consequences.
You quickly weaved your way through the crowd of pedestrians as you ran back towards the little building that housed the portal to your house. As you ran past people you decided that you were going to break in.
Now, to any normal person, breaking into a wizard’s house was insane, but, that was exactly what you excelled at. At least, according to Marius.
You successfully made it to your door without being pursued by an angry wizard, or an angry pedestrian. You casually leaned against the unassuming door and slipped in. “Marius!” you called out.
“Oh, you’re back already. Did it work?” Marius asked in a bored fashion from his bowl.
“Does it look like it worked?” you asked as you threw your baseball cap onto a desk that was steadily getting more cluttered with every passing day.
Marius looked up at you from his bowl in the corner, “I’d say you participated in a marathon because for some reason you thought that running in a marathon was a better idea than asking for a spell.”
“Huh, not too far off.” You mused, “anyways. I didn’t get the spell.”
“No surprise there.” Marius scoffed.
“But, I did get this wonderful idea.” You continued.
“A wonderful idea?” Marius looked at you disbelievingly, “why do I get the nagging suspicion that your ‘wonderful idea’ is actually a horrible idea that’ll probably get everyone killed.”
“It’s not going to get everyone killed.” You retorted, “I’m ashamed that you think that of me! I’m just going to break into the house and get the spell for myself.”
“That is the worst idea I’ve heard in centuries.” Marius said immediately, “and I was best friends with a minnow for like half of that time.”
You ignored what Marius had said and set to work on creating a foolproof plan. You got out some paper and wrote out a rough outline of what you were going to do. It started with an invisibility spell, you’d follow another person into the shop and just camp out by the door until they all left. Once everyone was gone, you’d search for the spell.
You smiled to yourself, this plan could either fail or be amazing. Marius leaned towards the crash and burn end of the spectrum, but you liked the idea of this plan. It seemed foolproof.
“Y/N, are you seriously writing up a plan?” Marius asked from his corner. You simply ignored him, you didn’t need any of his negativity. “Just don’t crash and burn alright.” Marius sighed, “there’s no way I’ll be able to roll my way to the lake if this house falls apart.”
“Glad to know you care about me.” You said as you leafed through your books on spells.
Marius scoffed, “no. I don’t care about you, I just care about my well being.”
“Same thing.” You waved as you pulled out a large book from the shelf. You shoved some papers off of the table and dropped the heavy book onto the table. It was leather bound and the cover was worn and faded from time. If you looked hard enough, you could barely make out an elaborate insignia and some words in an ancient language.
“At the rate you're going you’re going to end up living in a pigsty!” Marius insulted.
You ignored him and flipped through the gold edged pages. The script was small and swirly, and if the yellowing pages had any indication, it was a rather old book.
“Y/N! Stop ignoring me! You’re being such a bore.” Marius whined.
“You try decoding the words of several centuries old writing.” You snapped back as you leaned down to try and read what the script said.
“Why on earth do you have a centuries old book?” Marius demanded.
“What? You think I’m the first witch/wizard in the family?”
“Why are you living on your own then!” Marius yelled in a fury.
You shrugged, “adventure. Independence. Human things.”
There was the sound of indignant splashing and Marius fell silent.
“You didn’t drown yourself over there, did you?” you asked after a few minutes of silence, except for the flipping of pages.
“Ha ha, very funny.” Marius laughed dryly. “What are you even looking for?”
“Invisibility spell.” You replied.
“Great, you’re going to be invisible. Let me guess, you’re going to sneak into Jenkin’s store and steal the spell.” You fell silent and didn’t answer Marius’ sarcastic comment. “Oh my gosh.” Marius cackled in disbelief, “you actually are! Wow, I think we know who won the award for dumbest plan.”
“Be quiet.” You grumbled to him.
“Honestly. I think you have a deathwish.” Marius continued to talk as if he hadn’t heard your quiet threat.
“Nobody asked for your opinion.” You snapped back.
“Ooh, looks like I hit a soft spot.” Marius cackled gleefully, “so, tell me, was it because I figured out what you were going to do?”
“Don’t make me throw this rock at you.” You turned to his corner and held up a rock that you had picked up for exactly this reason.
“You’d miss.” Marius said in reply, but you did hear some apprehension in his voice.
“Shall we test it and see?” you threatened.
“No! I’m good. You can keep your rock. I’ll be quiet!” Marius said hastily.
“You better be quiet.” You muttered darkly and turned back to your book.
You didn’t know how long you spent poring over the small print of the book, but when your back and neck started to scream from pain you decided to stand back up to stretch out your back. You stood up to your full height and raised your arms above you in a long stretch. You rubbed the back of your neck to try and get some knots out of it.
“Did you find it?” Marius’ sullen voice echoed in his bowl.
“No.” You sighed and pulled up a chair next to the book so you could continue flipping through the book. You were only halfway through the book, so you still had some hopes, but it was quickly dwindling.
“Ugh!” you shouted and let your face drop onto the book. You peeled your face away from it a moment later due to the dust that was causing you to sneeze. “This is impossible!” you shouted and stood up from the chair and stormed away.
“Maybe it’s a sign!” Marius eagerly shouted, “you should quit! Leave all the crazy wizard stuff to Howl and the Witch of the Waste!”
“Shut up Marius!” you yelled back and stormed out of the door.
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Y/N L/N AND THE HALFBLOODS
Percy Jackson X Reader
-Y/N L/N met Percy Jackson and everything is now ruined.
Chapter 22: Then It Ended
As soon as we came, Annabeth ang Grover tackled me. We were the first heroes to return alive to Half-Blood Hill since Luke, so of course everybody treated us as if we'd won some reality-TV contest. According to camp tradition, we wore laurel wreaths to a big feast prepared in our honor, then led a procession down to the bonfire, where we got to burn the burial shrouds our cabins had made for us in our absence.
Annabeth's shroud was so beautiful—gray silk with embroidered owls— Percy told her it seemed a shame not to bury her in it. She punched him and told him to shut up.
Percy being the son of Poseidon, he didn't have any cabin mates, so the Ares cabin had volunteered to make his shroud. They'd taken an old bedsheet and painted smiley faces with X'ed-out eyes around the border, and the word LOSER painted really big in the middle.
As I was still unclaimed, Hermes cabin had made me one. (Just... IDK go crazy with your shroud IG)
It was fun to burn.
As Apollo's cabin led the sing-along and passed out s'mores, Percy and I was surrounded by my Hermes cabinmates, Annabeth's friends from Athena, and Grover's satyr buddies, who were admiring the brand-new searcher's license he'd received from the Council of Cloven Elders. The council had called Grover's performance on the quest "Brave to the point of indigestion. Horns-and-whiskers above anything we have seen in the past."
The only ones not in a party mood were Clarisse and her cabinmates, whose poisonous looks told me they'd never forgive us for disgracing their dad.
That was okay with me.
Even Dionysus's welcome-home speech wasn't enough to dampen my spirits. "Yes, yes, so the little brats didn't get themselves killed and now they'll have an even bigger head. Well, huzzah for that. In other announcements, there will be no canoe races this Saturday...."
Going back to the cabin I finally had time to talk to Luke. Who just expressed his relief of me being fine, and how he was scared when Annabeth told everyone about me. No wonder everyone was so shocked seeing me come back with Percy.
On the Fourth of July, the whole camp gathered at the beach for a fireworks display by cabin nine. Being Hephaestus's kids, they weren't going to settle for a few lame red-white-and-blue explosions. They'd anchored a barge offshore and loaded it with rockets the size of Patriot missiles. According to Annabeth, who'd seen the show before, the blasts would be sequenced so tightly they'd look like frames of animation across the sky. The finale was supposed to be a couple of hundred-foot-tall Spartan warriors who would crackle to life above the ocean, fight a battle, then explode into a million colors.
As Annabeth, Percy and I were spreading a picnic blanket, Grover showed up to tell us good-bye. He was dressed in his usual jeans and T-shirt and sneakers, but in the last few weeks he'd started to look older, almost high-school age. His goatee had gotten thicker. He'd put on weight. His horns had grown at least an inch, so he now had to wear his rasta cap all the time to pass as human.
"I'm off," he said. "I just came to say ... well, you know."
I tried to feel happy for him. After all, it wasn't every day a satyr got permission to go look for the great god Pan. But it was hard saying good-bye. I'd only known Grover a year, yet he was my oldest friend.
Annabeth and I gave him a hug. She told him to keep his fake feet on.
I asked him where he was going to search first.
"Kind of a secret," he said, looking embarrassed. "I wish you could come with me, guys, but humans and Pan ..."
"We understand," Annabeth said. "You got enough tin cans for the trip?"
"Yeah."
"And you remembered your reed pipes?"
"Jeez, Annabeth," he grumbled. "You're like an old mama goat."
But he didn't really sound annoyed.
He gripped his walking stick and slung a backpack over his shoulder. He looked like any hitchhiker you might see on an American highway.
"Well," he said, "wish me luck."
He gave Annabeth and I another hug. He clapped Percy on the shoulder, then headed back through the dunes.
Fireworks exploded to life overhead: Hercules killing the Nemean lion, Artemis chasing the boar, George Washington (who, by the way, was a son of Athena) crossing the Delaware.
"Hey, Grover," Percy called.
He turned at the edge of the woods.
"Wherever you're going—I hope they make good enchiladas."
Grover grinned, and then he was gone, the trees closing around him.
"We'll see him again," Annabeth said.
July passed.
I spent my daysplanning out strategies with Luke for capture-the-flag and making alliances with the other cabins to keep the banner out of Ares's hands. I got to the top of the climbing wall for the first time without getting scorched by lava.
From time to time, Percy and I would walk past the Big House, he'd glance up at the attic windows, and think about the Oracle.
I tried to convince him that its prophecy had come to completion.
"You shall go west, and face the god who has turned."
"Been there, done that—even though the traitor god had turned out to be Ares rather than Hades."
"You shall find what was stolen, and see it safe returned."
"Check. One master bolt delivered. One helm of darkness back on Hades."
"You shall be betrayed by one who calls you a friend." Percy recited.
"Ares had pretended to be our friend, then betrayed us. That must be what the Oracle meant.... Or maybe Nereid?"
"And you shall fail to save what matters most, in the end." He sighed. "I had failed to save my mom and lost you..."
"So why are you still uneasy?"
The last night of the summer session came all too quickly.
The campers had one last meal together. We burned part of our dinner for the gods. At the bonfire, the senior counselors awarded the end-of-summer beads.
Percy and I got our own leather necklace, and when I saw the bead for my first summer. The design was pitch black, with a sea-green trident shimmering in the center.
"This is so beautiful..." I smiled to Percy.
"The choice was unanimous," Luke announced. "This bead commemorates the first Son of the Sea God at this camp, and the quest he undertook into the darkest part of the Underworld to stop a war!"
The entire camp got to their feet and cheered. Even Ares's cabin felt obliged to stand. Athena's cabin steered Annabeth to the front so she could share in the applause.
I'm not sure I'd ever felt as happy or sad as I did at that moment. I'd finally found a family, people who cared about me and thought I'd done something right. And in the morning, most of them would be leaving for the year.
* * *
The next morning, Luke called me. He gave me a paper, telling me to fill it out, and asked me to meet him as soon as I could.
I knew Dionysus must've filled it out, because he stubbornly insisted on getting my name wrong:
Dear (WRONG NAME) ,
If you intend to stay at Camp Half-Blood year-round, you must inform the Big House by noon today. If you do not announce your intentions, we will assume you have vacated your cabin or died a horrible death. Cleaning harpies will begin work at sundown. They will be authorized to eat any unregistered campers. All personal articles left behind will be incinerated in the lava pit.
Have a nice day!
Mr. D (Dionysus)
Camp Director, Olympian Council #12
That's another thing about ADHD. Deadlines just aren't real to me until I'm staring one in the face. Summer was over, and I still don't know what to do. I had no where to go to. The only option I had was Percy's or maybe Hades was not joking about inviting me back to the Underworld.
Sighing I decided to just meet Luke before filling it for second opinions.
The campgrounds were mostly deserted, shimmering in the August heat. All the campers were in their cabins packing up, or running around with brooms and mops, getting ready for final inspection. Argus was helping some of the Aphrodite kids haul their Gucci suitcases and makeup kits over the hill, where the camp's shuttle bus would be waiting to take them to the airport.
I was walking around looking for Luke. I jumped when I felt someone tap me from behind. I instinctively unsheathed my knife and turned only to see Luke with his hands raised.
"Whoa! Calm down just me." He laughed.
"Kinda weird seeing someone laugh at a knife pointed at them." I smirked sheathing my knife.
"I only laugh since its you." He smiled and ruffled my hair. "Are you done with everything?"
"Not really. I don't know whether to leave or not yet. That's why I came. Help me?" I asked him.
He turned to me and to the forest. "How about you hear me out about something... important and private... then decide?" He gestured towards the forest.
"Not planning on killing me are you?" I squinted at him.
He gasped. "Not you. Never. I would never hurt you."
I let him lead me to a shrouded area of the forest.
"How serious is this thing that you can't let anyone see? I am blindly trusting you here Luke." I laughed nervously. But when he didn't reply I felt something was off. "Luke, okay this isn't cool. How deep into the forest do we have to go?"
"Y/N remember when you said... You want to be the person I trust...? How you promised to help me?"
"Luke?" He took my hand and pulled me sharply. I winced at how hard he pulled me. "That hurts! Let me go!"
He snapped back and let go of my wrist. "I-I'm sorry... Y/N..."
As much as I knew I had to leave, I couldn't I was worried about him. I reluctantly placed a hand on his shoulder. "What's happening?"
"I did it..." I said and sat on the ground. "I swear I didn't mean to get you hurt. But, I confess to everything. I stole bolt and helm, I summoned the hound, I gave Percy the cursed shoes... And just now, I tried to kill Percy Jackson." He looked at me with empty eyes.
I shot up and looked at him in emotions I couldn't put in words. "W-Wh---" I wanted to leave and check on Percy. But once again, seeing him right now... I need to stay with him. "Why are you telling me this...?"
"Join me... please?" his voice was weak. He sounded vulnerable. "Let's serve my Lord together..."
"L-Luke... no. I-I can't do that!" I took his shoulder, "Y-You should stay with me instead. How about that, huh? L-Let's explain to Chiron and the others... come on please. I could help you!"
Nothing was working.
"Come with me..." He muttered.
"Luke, I won't join you. You have to change your mind. You can't do this."
"I can't change my mind."
"I can help you with that? How about you go with me huh? I could spend all my time doing this and that. Please, just change your mind."
He didn't reply for a while until he whispered, "Promise me."
"Promise you what?"
"You'll stay with me."
"What? Luke I wo--"
"You won't join... Just...don't stay here for the year... and stay with me."
"I-If I stay with you... what would that mean?"
"Yo-You... might change my mind."
"I'll go." I replied with no hesitation. "I'll leave camp for the year. And I'll find my parent to prove to you that Gods and Goddess aren't all bad. We'll find my parent together."
"I do my lord's bidding--"
"You can still do it. If you want to. But whatever happens... stays only between us. I'll stay with you until I change your mind. And I'll bring you back to camp."
"I would never do anything to ruin your trust in me." He knelt down. It was kinda awkward but hey... "I need you."
Worry not hero. We shall stay.
"Please..."
We'll meet again. Wait for us, we shall join you soon. Now leave.
I had no idea what happened since when I came to Luke was gone and there was no sign of him anywhere. How were we going to st---
We will meet him once we leave. Now go as our hero needs us.
I suddenly remembered Percy's state that Luke had told me about. So I ran. I ran to the Big House
***
Percy finally opened his eyes.
He was propped up in bed in the sickroom of the Big House, his right hand bandaged like a club. Argus stood guard in the corner. Annabeth and I sat next to Percy, I was holding his nectar glass and she was dabbing a washcloth on his forehead.
"Here we are again," Percy said.
"You idiot," Annabeth said, "You were green and turning gray when we found you. If it weren't for Chiron's healing..."
"Now, now," Chiron's voice said. "Percy's constitution deserves some of the credit."
He was sitting near the foot of the bed in human form. His lower half was magically compacted into the wheelchair, his upper half dressed in a coat and tie. He smiled, but his face looked weary and pale, the way it did when he'd been up all night grading Latin papers.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Like my insides have been frozen, then microwaved."
"Apt, considering that was pit scorpion venom. Now you must tell me, if you can, exactly what happened."
Between sips of nectar, he told them the story.
I bit my lip trying to keep what happened between Luke and I private. It was a risky move that would not be approved by anyone after all.
The room was quiet for a long time.
"I can't believe that Luke..." Annabeth's voice faltered. Her expression turned angry and sad. "Yes. Yes, I can believe it. May the gods curse him.... He was never the same after his quest."
Percy was looking at me as if checking what was my reaction to his story.
"This must be reported to Olympus," Chiron murmured. "I will go at once."
"Luke is out there right now," Percy said. "I have to go after him."
Chiron shook his head. "No, Percy. The gods—"
"Won't even talk about Kronos," Percy snapped. "Zeus declared the matter closed!"
"Percy, I know this is hard. But you must not rush out for vengeance. You aren't ready."
"Chiron... your prophecy from the Oracle... it was about Kronos, wasn't it? Was I in it? Y/N? And Annabeth?"
Chiron glanced nervously at the ceiling. "Percy, it isn't my place—"
"You've been ordered not to talk to me about it, haven't you?"
His eyes were sympathetic, but sad. "You will be a great hero, child. I will do my best to prepare you. But if I'm right about the path ahead of you..."
Thunder boomed overhead, rattling the windows.
"All right!" Chiron shouted. "Fine!"
He sighed in frustration. "The gods have their reasons, Percy. Knowing too much of your future is never a good thing."
"We can't just sit back and do nothing," He said.
"We will not sit back," Chiron promised. "But you must be careful. Kronos wants you to come unraveled. He wants your life disrupted, your thoughts clouded with fear and anger. Do not give him what he wants. Train patiently. Your time will come."
"Assuming I live that long."
Chiron put his hand on Percy's ankle. "You'll have to trust me, Percy. You will live. But first you must decide your path for the coming year. I cannot tell you the right choice...." I got the feeling that he had a very definite opinion, and it was taking all his willpower not to advise me. "But you must decide whether to stay at Camp Half-Blood year-round, or return to the mortal world for seventh grade and be a summer camper. Think on that. When I get back from Olympus, you must tell me your decision."
"I'll be back as soon as I can," Chiron promised. "Argus will watch over you."
He glanced at Annabeth. "Oh, and, my dear... whenever you're ready, they're here."
"Who's here?" Percy asked.
Nobody answered.
Chiron rolled himself out of the room. I heard the wheels of his chair clunk carefully down the front steps, two at a time.
Annabeth studied the floor.
"What's wrong?" Percy asked her.
"Nothing. I ... just took your advice about something. You ... um ... need anything?"
"Yeah. Help me up. I want to go outside."
"Percy, that isn't a good idea."
Percy slid his legs out of bed. Annabeth and I caught him before he could crumple to the floor.
I said, "I told you ..."
"I'm fine," He insisted.
He managed a step forward. Then another, still leaning heavily on me. Argus followed us outside, but he kept his distance.
By the time we reached the porch, his face was beaded with sweat. But we had managed to make it all the way to the railing.
It was dusk. The camp looked completely deserted. The cabins were dark and the volleyball pit silent. No canoes cut the surface of the lake. Beyond the woods and the strawberry fields, the Long Island Sound glittered in the last light of the sun.
"What are you going to do?" Annabeth asked us.
"I don't know." Percy replied. "I got the feeling Chiron wanted me to stay year-round, to put in more individual training time, but I'm not sure that's what I want. I also don't want to leave you both with Clarisse only."
Annabeth pursed her lips, then said quietly, "I'm going home for the year, Percy."
He stared at her. "You mean, to your dad's?"
She pointed toward the crest of Half-Blood Hill. Next to Thalia's pine tree, at the very edge of the camp's magical boundaries, a family stood silhouetted—two little children, a woman, and a tall man with blond hair. They seemed to be waiting. The man was holding a backpack that looked like the one Annabeth had gotten from Waterland in Denver.
"I wrote him a letter when we got back," Annabeth said. "Just like you suggested. I told him... I was sorry. I'd come home for the school year if he still wanted me. He wrote back immediately. We decided... we'd give it another try."
"That took guts."
She pursed her lips. "You won't try anything stupid during the school year, will you? At least ... not without sending me an Iris-message? Both of you?"
Percy managed a smile. "I won't go looking for trouble. I usually don't have to."
"You already know my plans."
"When I get back next summer," she said, "we'll hunt down Luke. We'll ask for a quest, but if we don't get approval, we'll sneak off and do it anyway. Agreed?"
"Sounds like a plan worthy of Athena."
She held out her hand. Percy shook it. She gave me a hug.
"Take care, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth told Percy. "Keep your eyes open."
"You too, Wise Girl."
Then turned to me, "Good luck on your own quest Droopy."
"Of course Peabody."
We watched her walk up the hill and join her family. She gave her father an awkward hug and looked back at the valley one last time. She touched Thalia's pine tree, then allowed herself to be lead over the crest and into the mortal world.
"I made my decision." Percy said. "What's yours?"
"I'll be leaving camp... I'm going to look for my parent..."
He looked at me in shock. "I'll be back next summer," I promised him. "I'll survive until then."
"Alone?"
I smiled at him.
"Don't you want to stay with us? Mom said---"
"I want to find my parent. I need to. I'll be fine Percy."
I helped Percy to his cabin so he could pack and went to mine. To my surprise I see a middle-aged man with an athletic figure slim and fit with salt-and-pepper hair, and a very familiar sly grin. He had bags at his foot.
"Delivery for Y/N L/N."
"Uhm..."
"Hermes." He said.
I froze and looked at him with wide eyes.
"Personally packed. As a thank you for what you're about to do." He smiled softly and handed me the bags.
"H-Huh...?"
"For helping Luke."
"I..."
Don't forget her mail!
Ooh! And tell her to bring us snacks next time we meet since it'll be often now!
No it wouldn't be often! She'll be with Luke!
"Both of you keep quiet." Pulling out a mail he handed it to me. "Luke... prayed to me telling me about your plan. He asked me to help you. I don't know what or why he did it. But I know he'll change thanks to you. So do guide him."
"Sorry you lost me at the talking air..." I blinked.
Hermes laughed and showed a caduceus. "It's just George and Martha."
"Hi?"
Hello!
Hi
"I just wanted to let you know. No god or goddess could see you. No matter how hard they tried. So your secrets.. are really secrets. Good luck on your travel."
Next time we meet you should have snacks.
Then he vanished.
Staring at the letter on my hand, I was stunned seeing it was from... my mom and dad.
Sweetie,
You've made quite a friend here.
-Mom and Dad.
I immediately knew where to look. I hurriedly took my bags not bothering to check the contents. I ran to Percy's cabin and helped him out so we could leave.
Percy got a cab and looked at me worriedly.
"I'll write you. Stay safe Arthur Curry." I ruffled his hair and watched him go.
I didn't know where to go so I just went to the first secluded area I saw.
"You have more stuffs than when you arrived." I heard someone behind me.
"You prayed to your dad. I hope he knows how to pack." I sighed turning to him. Turning around I barely made out Luke from the few days I last saw him. "You okay?"
"Do you know where to look first?"
Call upon our hound.
I whistled, I don't know why. But when I did, D/N came out of the blue. Luke looked at me and my dear dog, who was probably bigger than the hound he'd summon back then. "How do feel about L.A?" I said riding on D/N and making space behind me for Luke.
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HEY CARMEN AND JULIA STANS MAKE SOME MORE NOISE
sooo duane asked if we had any more questions and we submitted some! here are his responses!
1) julia (from our server) wants to know if the interactive timeline is canon?
Hi again! 1) happy to answer for everyone. I don't consider it "canon" as far as our continuity/timeline go (though please don't misconstrue that as a negative -- I love the IA special, it's so much fun! But we approached it as a "what if" type episode, so we could take full advantage of the format and do fantasy sequences, musical numbers etc...)
1, continued: Here is my reasoning. a) with the various forks, there's no way any one thread could be canon -- how would we know? b) we did Vile "brain wiping" here in the style of fun horror movie endings; we of course revisited the idea more dramatically at end of S4. c) note that Shadowsan & Chase are absent from the storyline! We were producing the IA special parallel with S2, and had no idea whether Netflix would premiere it between S1 & S2, or after S2. SS & Chase are the two characters who had major spoilers attached (SS from bad to good; Chase unconscious in the hospital). So we removed them to avoid any timeline bumps in the event Netflix chose to premiere it after S1. In retrospect, it would have been fun to add SS & Chase to the Rockapella song, but since they weren't in the story earlier it seemed odd. We went back and forth on that. One down, 4 to go!
2) in general- does carmen ever find out that julia is the one who found her mother? julia played such a large part in helping to resolve carmen’s story, so we wanted to know if carmen knew that she did that for her?
great observation! I absolutely think Carmen knows: it's suggested in the hospital scene that Chief is in touch with Carmen ("shall I pass along your info?"). To have explained that Carmen knows Gray's okay, or that Julia is the one who found her mother, would have been great; but a) would have slowed the pace of our multiple epilogues so we figured the audience knows both those things so can construe that Carmen does (or will eventually ;-). b) except for the Pilot, we were limited to 22 minutes per episode precisely. We made the exception for the finale which is 2 minutes longer to get everything in. It's a balancing act to keep things tight but also let moments breathe. I'm sure you'll agree that we pack a LOT into each episode! There wasn't room for more in 408, but also I think it would have dragged the pacing to add more talk to the wrap up scenes.
3) nina wants to make carmen fanart stickers and put them on redbubble- is there a copyright policy against that? is she allowed to do so?
Hi Nina! I am not sure about that, it's outside my area: I can ask the "powers that be" if you would like? But be forewarned they may just say no because it's less complicated that way. My own common sense tells me that if you were making stickers of our copyrighted images from the show, that would be a problem. But stickers of your own art maybe not? But I really can't answer with certainty.
4) how did carmen end up trusting julia again after stockholm? the look of betrayal at the end kind of made it seem that it would take some reconciliation, but carmen seemed fine in season 3. we all have our own theories, but do you have any opinions on it?
reading this question scared me and I had to check the episode again! Phew. Carmen feeling betrayed by Julia was not the intention here at the end (in the beginning when ACME storms in, of course) -- but I think Carmen's been through too much to hold this against Julia. Carmen DOES shoot Chief some very poisonous glares through this sequence, but when she finally looks at Julia I think she's just weak. The pained look on J's face is so heartbreaking! But now that you point this out, it might have been a good idea to end the scene on Carmen softening toward J or simply looking vulnerable, rather than on J's heartbreak. I do think J is just feeling horrible seeing her hero in such a fallen state, rather than reacting to Carmen's glare. I think this moment is such a big reason why J resigns in S3: she can't bear to do something like this to Carmen again.
5) you mentioned something about julia being captivated (?) by carmen as well, but it kept cutting out so all we caught was the word “captivated” 🤣 do you mind expanding on that?
I think I noted that Julia was clearly captivated by Carmen -- on the train of course, as their conversation continues. Though really I think J's just happy to be talking to someone who takes an interest in history and culture unlike Chase (though ironically Carmen is of course kind of "using" Julia here to scout for Paperstar -- a lot of layers LOL, but this is the beginning of J and Carmen working together without literally working together. Which to me makes them super-connected and relating on heightened intuition). But then I also said that Julia was clearly captivated by Carmen the very first time she saw her hang-gliding away in Poitiers ;-)
final message:
Thanks for all the thoughtful questions and again, for being so engaged and passionate about our show! I love these characters as much as you do and hope we get the opportunity to expand Carmen's world and continue the ongoing story of everyone involved. But if we don't, I think it's a perfect series as is, that will stand the test of time. Fingers crossed and keep putting positive vibes out there. I am not privy to how large our fan base is, but it's clearly passionate so hopefully the powers that be will continue to notice. Have a good weekend, everyone!
screenshots under the cut!
#carulia#julethief#carmen x julia#WE’VE BEEN SOBBING ON VC FOR AN HOUR#duane is such a king god he’s the BEST
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