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trashmouth-richie · 3 months

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hi, ziggy! ahhh i missed hih ❤️ could you pretty please do something for jealous!eddie where maybe somebody flirts with tooty because she got that milf glow after she had the babies lmao ily ❤️

anon💕💕 thank you for the req! this took a little spin and has an open ending, but!!! the twins are in this and some other familiar faces ❤️ might get a part 2? who knows!

a night out without the kids. almost an unheard of event. but tonight corroded coffin were performing their annual concert the night before halloween.

sissy & oz toted their overnight bags up the paved sidewalk to grandma and grandpa’s house— the same house you had once called home when the wheeler’s took you in as a teen.

reaching the front door eddie squats to eye level with the twin three year olds. “okay you two,” he says in his fatherly tone, “last time you stayed the night grandpa said you terrorized the cat.”

“i no do it daddy,” sissy speaks her little voice high pitched and tattling, “ows chaseded hims.”

a frown spreads on her brothers face his brown eyes pleading, “i did not! sissy made tinky swim in the potty!”

eddie bites his lip to hide a laugh and you take a deep breath, “that’s another thing, the cat’s name is bruce, not stinky.”

“but mama,” sissy complains, head held high in a defiant pose— one eddie recognizes as a mini version of his wife, “boose 's hard to say.”

eddie ruffles her hair and stands up, talking out of the side of his mouth, “always arguing like someone else i know,”

his large hand slides down the curve of your ass pinching the leather fabric snug on your skin, giving it a tight little squeeze.

“eddie!” you scold, swatting his hand away, “not in front of the babies.”

he grabs your waist and pulls you back into him before you can rap your knuckles on the front door. his mouth is hot in your ear, “sorry mama,” he purrs, dancing his tongue on the shell of your ear, “you just look so fucking hot tonight.”

sissy and oz are both slapping the door with both palms as it swings inward. “who’s makin’ all that racket?!”

“gwampa! it’s us!”

“issy and ows!”

wayne smiles as big as he always did when his grandbabies visited, “are you sure y’all ain’t no robbers are ya?”

“gwampa’s silly, daddy!” oz squeaks, squeezing wayne tight around his leg.

eddie grins and chuckles, “aww nah buddy that word is ‘senile’”

you smack eddie in the chest and usher the kids inside to play with their cousin, alex. “thanks for watching them tonight, we really appreciate it,” you say to wayne reaching through the threshold and giving him a hug.

“ah, ain’t no problem,” wayne says flipping eddie the bird behind your back, “karen and i love these little turds.”

“u too oh two be good for grandpa and grandma okay? eddie hollers, “be nice to the cat, sissy… i’m talkin’ to you.”

her little nose wrinkles into a pout and her brows furrow together.

“swear to christ himself, that kid is the spittin’ image of you, tooty.”

“god help me.” eddie pouts, “i’m gonna go gray before i’m forty.”

—

you kiss the kids goodbye and wave from the windows of your jeep before heading to the hideout. eddie looked particularly good tonight, leather pants, a cut off shirt, he even let you smear some eyeliner on his eyelids before tonight’s gig.

“nervous?” you ask, carrying some cords from eddie’s old van that now belonged to big d.

gareth walks past you with an amp, “not really, the hideouts like home away from home, makes me feel 18 again.”

you smile and ruffle his still thick curls, “will coming tonight?”

a sad look replaces his smile, “haven’t talked to him in a week… last i heard from jonathan he was staying with joyce and hopper.”

“he’ll come around man,” eddie says coming through the back door, “he loves you.”

“yeah, i hope.”

—

the boys— men now— rocked a killer show, fans still screaming for the band even though half of them were married and the lead singer had two kids.

you were front in center, in your designated spot that you always stood after the first show where eddie sang ‘lady evil’ just for you.

now you were sporting a new homemade shirt, ‘sitter’ crossed out with ‘mama’ his old leather jacket on your shoulders.

a hand sits on your lower back you giggle, “jeez nance, how drunk are you?”

only it wasn’t nancy, but a random guy. burly and tall, a thick beard on his face matching the short hair on his head, balancing a cowboy. you didn’t recognize him from anywhere and you pull back with a shocked face,

he smiles and you can smell liquor on his breath as he leans in real close, “been watchin’ you all night little darlin’ looks like you need a drink.”

you scowl and turn away from him, looking for jonathan and nancy but they’re nowhere to be found.

“hey,” he blunders stumbling towards you, “you like cowboys?”

you don’t want to give him the time of day or even the satisfaction of a tasteful retort so you do your best to ignore him, looking at eddie as he turns to thrash the guitar riff with jeff.

eddie turns back around to continue the song and shoots you a wink, the same time a big sloppy pair of lips press on your cheek, hard and unwelcoming.

you didn’t see eddie’s eyes turn to black or the way he dropped the neck of his guitar hands balled into fist, you were seeing your own scarlet red, turning and slapping the face of the drunk asphalt “cowboy”.

eddie cuts the band and grabs the mic, “hey fucker!” he pushes his lips in a smooch and whistles like a dog, “here boy, up here.. yeah you— the guy who just got slapped.”

cowboy slap face looked up to the band, “what?”

“you must be new to town, huh? a drifter maybe?”

he lifts his head and spits on the ground, “what’s it to you?”

eddie laughs a little crazy-like, “… that,” he says pointing to you, “is my wife… and i’m sure you don’t know this or maybe your marbles are a little rattled up there with the cobwebs, but..” he jumps from the stage in a dramatic flare, wet hair bouncing behind him, skin slicked in sweat.

he tossing the mic behind him, standing tall and flicking the brim of the guys hat, toe to toe. “i’m not afraid to kill a man.”

“you’re bluffin’,”

“wouldn’t be my first, and for her,” he says moving you behind him, “won’t be my last,”

….

#eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut

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seniaasaysstuff · 11 months

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BRAT; Ryomen Sukuna x fem!Itadori Reader. (Soulmate au)

This is a sukuna x fem itadori reader wip. I thought a soulmate au with sukuna possessing you would be an interesting idea haha. It has some cracky undertones.

Yuji is your twin brother but you ate the cursed finger instead.

Would you like to read more of it? Let me know!

Sukuna had been waiting his entire life for you, his soulmate. From the time he learned about soulmates, he was obsessed with the idea of meeting you.

He didn’t quite understand what the words on his wrist meant but he adored him. “Holy fuck you’re hot.” were illuminated on his wrist. He reasoned that maybe it was some other language. He always ran his fingers on the words, tracing them gently whenever he felt sad or angry. It was his only solace in this cruel world.

He didn’t care about the abuse he received from his parents nor did he care about how the villagers treated him.

You were the only thing on his mind. His mind was always wandering around thinking of you. He wondered about what you looked like, how you were doing, if you thought about him as much as he did.

He wished you would just come and save him from the hellish life he was living. He was at a point in his life where he was weak and he wasn’t able to do anything to protect himself.

He trained everyday on his techniques, worked on building muscles and just becoming strong. He got strong and eventually became the strongest sorcerer alive so that he could protect you.

He waited and waited and waited for you to show up one day. But you never showed up. Sukuna felt gutted. He was so filled with grief and sadness that he went mad.

He slaughtered numerous people. It didn’t matter who it was, men or women he killed them all. He didn’t care about the consequences of his actions. He just wanted to meet you.

A time came when he had to be killed. His only regret was that he never got to meet you. His fingers became a cursed object and were sealed away.

In the 21 century, there you were. Itadori y/n, Yuji Itadori’s twin sister.

You were a bubbly child, always happy and just rambling all the time. It didn’t matter who it was, the moment someone talked to you? You went off on tangents about anything and everything. You had never-ending topics and facts and the urge to never shut up.

Your twin, Yuji, was constantly annoyed with your incessant talking but it was also one of the things that he loved about you.

When you found out about soulmates you were amazed by the notion of it. Someone that was going to love you no matter what.

The words written on your wrist were embarrassing and in some ways endearing to you.

The words “I finally found you huh? My brat.” adorned on your wrist. You figured your soulmate was quite a grumpy person that was like an old soul.

You daydreamed about your soulmate all the time. You wondered about what he was like. You eagerly wished to meet him.

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You and Yuji were on your way to the hospital. You both had brought a beautiful bouquet for your Grandpa Saitou. To others he may seem like a rude old man, he literally was but he was so much more than that. He was like your father. He had single-handedly raised you and yuji and loved you both immensely.

You walked inside the hospital room and rushed up to your grandpa Saitou and hugged him. “Grandpa! I missed you.”

Now Grandpa had a soft spot for you. You reminded him of his son, Itadori Jin. Over the years he had fondly spoken about the similarities between you.

“I joined a club with Yuji today!” “Oh really? Tell me all about it.” your grandpa replied with a glint of amusement in his eyes. He was the only one alongside Yuji who loved hearing you talk.

“Yuji? Why am I hearing just now that you joined the occult club?” Grandpa now turned towards Yuji who was placing the flowers in the vase.

“Uh, you know how she is. I am not going to leave her alone.” Yuji shrugged. “This is why I love you yuji!” you fake cried. “Shut up.” He blushed. Grandpa cleared his throat.

“Yuji, you're a strong kid, take care of others, especially her.” Grandpa now turned over and looked at you. “You're the sweetest child and I am proud that I raised you both.”

“Grandpa-why are you saying this?” you stuttered.

“Both of you protect each other no matter what.” Grandpa Saitou spoke and turned over. That was the moment you knew he was dead.

“Grandpa? Grandpa?” Yuji called out.

“Yuji? Is- he de-ad?” your lip quivered. Yuji did not respond, it made you sob. Your legs felt weak and you dropped to the floor. Hot tears were streaming down your face.

Yuji scooped you in his arms and led you out of the hospital room. He sat you down on one of the chairs and let you cry on his shoulder. Yuji also had tears in his eyes, he didn't expect this. Neither of you did.

You were approached by an emo-looking boy with spiky hair. "Yuji Itadori, correct?" The person asked. “You're my soulmate?” Yuji asked, looking dumbfounded.

“This is crazy,” You mumbled. “I’m Fushiguro Megumi. It's nice to finally meet you. I’m from Jujutsu high school. Sorry, but there's no time." He said.

"The cursed object you have is extremely dangerous. Hand it over right away." Megumi spoke. “I don't want you to get hurt,” he added.

"Cursed object?" Itadori asked, confused. You moved to a more secluded area. "This, you have it right?" He asked as he pulled out his phone with a picture of the cursed object.

“Hm?" Itadori looked closer. “Yuji, isn't that the ugly-looking finger?” you questioned.

"Oh yeah! I found it. I don't mind giving it back, but my fellow club members have taken a liking to it." He spoke. "I’d at least like an explanation."

"The majority are the result of negative energy that flows out of people..." Megumi started. “And it's a very dangerous object. I can't risk you getting hurt or other people getting killed.'' Megumi spoke.

“I said that I don't mind it, you can have it.” Yuji handed him the box.“It’s empty? I was just following the taint clinging to the box?” Megumi mumbled.

“Yuji? Where is the finger?” He asked. “It's with our senpais. Actually, they were thinking of removing the talisman tonight.'' Megumi backed away.

“What? Is it bad?” You asked. “Bad? It's worse than bad, they're going to get killed.”

~time skip~

"I just need some cursed energy, right?" you rustled through your pocket and pulled out the finger, and ate it.

“You dumbass. Are you trying to kill yourself?” Yuji yelled at you. “Well if it saves you then i’ll do everything in my power.” you smiled at yuji.

Your entire body convulsed and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You could faintly hear yuji and his soulmate scream for you as you collapsed on the cold floor.

You woke up in a weird dark place that awfully looked like a shrine? And someone was sitting on the throne made up of bones.

You squinted your eyes, “Holy fuck you're hot.” You blurted out then squeaked.

The man chuckled, his voice sounded deep and velvety. “I finally found you huh? My brat.”

“YOU?!!” you shouted.

And just like that, you found your soulmate.

He snapped his fingers and you landed on his lap. “Wow, today is like a trainwreck,” you mumbled.

“What do you mean by that?” he asked, propping his chin on your shoulder. “Well first my grandpa died then my brother found his soulmate and then we heard that our senpais could die because of the old crusty finger so then I ate it and well then I passed out and then I found you?” you animatedly spoke. “Well where did you come from tho?” you asked.

He chuckled again. “I quote ‘The old crusty finger’ That was my finger from my old body that got sealed away.”

“Wait- does that mean you're inside of me?” You asked, feeling confused about the whole situation.

“That sounded so bad.” Sukuna groaned. “But yes I’m quite literally inside your body.”

“How does that even work? And how haven’t you shriveled up like a prune yet? Like you’re so old?” You were very confused.

“I have a good skincare routine.” Sukuna sniffed. You laughed.

“You know I imagined my soulmate to be a grumpy man with an old soul but you turned out to be a grumpy old man with an even older soul.” You giggled.

“I'm not that old, okay?” He grumbled. “How old are you again?” You questioned.

“I stopped counting after 300.” You burst into a fit of giggles.

“Does that mean you're a gilf? Like you're so old.” “Well, I tried to keep myself alive for you and what does gilf mean?” He inquired in confusion.

“Grandpa I’d like to fuck.” You snorted.

He groaned, “That is the dumbest thing I’ve heard. I’ve never had children so how can I be a grandpa?”

“Well, you have that aura.” You spoke, trying to muffle your laugh. “You cheeky brat.” Sukuna huffed.

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smooth-perceval · 4 months

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Come home for Christmas.

Carlos Sainz x Reader

Summary: Carlos is an unfaithful husband, his wife finds out at the most odd and hurtful time. Right ontop of Christmas.

Warning: Angst, Angst, angst. Carlos being unfaithful. Google translate.

Key: Y/N (your name) Y/L/N (your last name)

Word count: 1,344

A/N: SORRY ITS LATE IM HOPING TO POST THE LAST FIC TODAY ALSO I DIDNT REALISE HOW BUSY I WOULD GET!!!

Also sorry it’s rushed and a bit all over the place…

I was fuming, pacing the house- ensuring the kids were dressed not ruining their clothes and trying to not ruin my goddamn mind also.

He promised to show- he promised me! I rarely see my family due to moving abroad starting my beautiful family with Carlos- the time my family are over the waters his no where to be found.

Rage isn’t even the word to describe how I was feeling, we have to leave in at least 3 minutes otherwise we was not making the dinner reservations.

—

And them 3 minutes flew by… no sign of Carlos, not even a quick message.

Swallowing the lump in my throat the rage turning to utter sadness, I had to chew down the fact Carlos was not going to show- get the kids in the car, and deal with the constant question of “where papá?” (Dad).

I wish I knew, I really did.

—

“¡abuela!” (Grandma!) Adelaide ran as quickly as she could over to my mother, feet carrying her as fast as she could.

“¡abuelo!” (Grandpa!) And Valentino hopping over to my father- like a ball of energy.

Like always they smothered the kids in kisses and cradles, before moving around to hug me, pulling my dad into a tight embrace he asked the one question I knew was coming yet avoiding.

“Where’s Carlos?”

Waving him off I turned to my mother hugging her tight. “He had a Ferrari thing turn up, he said his sorry but he couldn’t get out of it.”

“Boys and their cars sweetie.” Side eyeing my father she kissed each of my cheeks before we all settled at the table.

—

“Right time to say goodbye to Grandma and grandpa…” rubbing the back of both kids head I ushered them forward, wrapping my parents up, we all enjoyed a huge family hug. And I felt the pain in my chest return, knowing I probably won’t have my parents around until after Christmas…

And then it reminds me of how much I sacrificed for Carlos, yet he couldn’t sacrifice one night for me. A small part of me wished I was able to fly back home with my parents… but this is my life I’ve got my two babies what more could I want-

We all stood there waving my parents off, before I helped get the kids in the car… making my way around to the drivers side.

“Y/N! Querida! I’m so sorry- so sorry.” (Darling) Running across the car park was the man of the hour, tucking his shirt into his pants ruffling his hands through his hair, looking like a hot mess.

“I got held up I had no time to text or call.”

Standing now infront of me his hands rubbed my arms- I knew this trick, he will soon pull me into his arms and say the things I want to hear… but not this time.

Craning my neck to look into the car, the kids already had dozed off- it was way past their bedtime so I’m not so surprised.

“The kids asked where you was-”

“Oh, I can’t- I’m sorry really.”

“And my father asked where you was…”

“Did you tell him I was busy?…” warming to his touch, I looked up at him and he knew I was cracking.

“Yeah with your cars…” my eyes wandered from the buttons on his shirt, up his collar-

Sick… I felt sick.

“I stand corrected.” Brushing his hands off me like they burned- a scorching burn that makes me want to scrub myself clean with bleach.

“What?” With furrowed brows he moved his hand to touch me again, only for me to back away, hands caressing my stomach, calming the sickness forming.

“Have I done something?…” snarling in his direction I turned looking into the windows of our car, the reflection of myself made me want to cry more. I didn’t deserve this- our kids didn’t deserve this.

“Not what you done- but who?” Spitting out my words with venom, I twirled round looking at him with utter disgust.

“Who? You’re confusing me.”

“The lipstick on your collar Carlos.” His eyes widened, hand reaching up to grab the front of his collar- knowing exactly where it was.

“Why-” palms pushed into my eyes I crouched down to the floor in-front of him. Trying to ground myself somehow.

“Wh- I don’t understand how that got there?!” Rubbing at his collar- trying to remove any evidence clearly.

“Why- who? Who was she?” And just as quick as I sank to the floor I got back up, I had to get home and away from him- “no don’t tell me… don’t even bother coming home please…” getting into the drivers seat of the car and shutting the door- trying not to wake the kids, I ignored the rattling of the window and made my way home.

The silent tears blurred my vision, and as quickly as they formed I blinked them away… I have to swallow my feelings and get my kids home safely.

And that’s exactly what I did- I number myself, ignored the anger, the sadness and betrayal and got my kids back to their home.

Lo and behold so was their father.

“Okay- just let me explain.” Ignoring him blankly I picked up Valentino, gesturing for him to pick up Adelaide and help me get them both to bed.

“Can I explain now? Please?” Closing the door on the kids room, he reached out taking my hand.

“No. Let me explain what’s going to happen.” Snatching my hand away I quickly wiped the tears on my face.

“You are going to sleep on the sofa, you are also going to stick around for the kids so you’re here on Christmas. After that I don’t want anything to do with you.” Raking my hands through my hair I looked up at him, unable to stop the tears.

“The only contact will be for our children.”

“Y/N- please don’t do this… it was a mistake honestly.” He was also crying now- and I have no sympathy for him whatsoever.

“Did you think about me when you were with another woman?” Waving him off, i stormed into our once shared room.

“I didn’t know what I was doing okay? You have to believe me one minute we was-”

“Don’t. I don’t want to hear what you were doing.” Turning on my heel facing him, I jabbed a finger into his chest.

“You want to know what I was doing? I was getting OUR kids ready, to meet MY parents- and wonder where MY husband was. Little did I know he was all over some other woman.” Pulling the duvet back, I fluffed my pillows before going to my wardrobe getting my pyjamas out.

“You really disgust me.”

“I’m disgusted with myself.”

“Well at least we agree on one thing.”

The silence in the room was enough to hear a pin drop. Until he stood directly in my range of walk.

“Listen to me please… I can’t even begin to tell you honestly sorry I am, but I really am truly sorry.” The tears on his cheeks, the achey look in his eyes, would’ve made me cave. IF he didn’t shatter my heart completely.

“If you have to apologise for something then you maybe shouldn’t do it Carlos. Now please leave the room so I can sleep.”

“Let’s just work this out- please? For the kids.”

“Don’t! Bring our kids into this. You didn’t think about this family once.”

“Your not going to talk?” Taking a step away from me he grabbed the pillows from his side of the bed before backing towards the door.

“Y/N… I just want to say whether you believe me or not… I will always love you.”

“Somehow I find that hard to believe.” Stepping toward I shut the bedroom door on his face. Got changed, and climbed into bed… where I finally caved, and cried my poor little heart out.

Damn you Carlos Sainz.

I just wanted you to come home for Christmas.

#f1 imagine #formula one imagine #imagine #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz x y/n #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz

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simpletale-officiale · 8 months

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farm sans!!

YIPEE!

farmer sans, he farm. hoohah! he likes to pretend to be a scarecrow, but he works with corn and cattle too, hoorah! his au is right next to the bar, so he likes to go there to drink, him and horror like to drink a lot! yay! farms personality is more laid back then the others, not reacting as cartoonishly to everything, likes eating and doing farm stuff, likes brewing his own beer and cooking some good ol meat on the stove, pretty much like your ol' uncle or grandpa out on the farm. says pardner and pardon a lot i got bored so, some miscellaneous outcodes and AU's are in the BAR SECTION

this is for general combo au asks as well as miscellaneous outcodes and aus combo asks? whats combo asks? for example, while you can ask the characters specifically associated with two seperate aus, like fell and swap, they answer the question, together! at the bar. but moving onto the characters specifically only askable in the bar starting with the focus of the drawing above, geno and paperjam! geno geno came from a AU where his brother tragically passed away, he wore his scarf in papyrus honor and became a sort of hitchhiker, one day he got beat up pretty bad when he found a grey, glitchy... block? he tried to lift it up and well suddenly he was in a dark glitchy space, bits and piece of his friends floating above him in pixel form he spent his time there for many, many years, eventually he sent out a signal through a similar glitchy block in an attempt to try to communicate with someone, this failed, but eventually he succeeded at escaping. alone in the multiverse, sans stumbled upon the bar, and decided to live there, never alone again! hes a little depressed, but less in the waa waa way and more in the soft kind of tired way. like for example he doesnt give a "hi!!" but a "hi......" paperjam pastel and error got a bit to.... errr, frisky lets say (no error doesnt have a penis nor nipples, but pastel does have the female parts, she can reproduce both sexually and asexually, the latter she can achieve through arousing means, but not necessarily inserting privates into eachother means. which gets her to be errrrr, pregrante) eventually she gives birth in a brutal manner, imagine the movie alien but instead of simple blood and whatnot your stomach slowly bulges until it explodes dropping a baby out. ink survived, but error had no interest in kids, ink didint really care, shes a hulking beast her instinct is to take care of the kid for a few months then leave it out in the wild to live but because paperjam is an interspecies baby hes a hybrid of error and inks anatomy so. he grows faster then a normal monster, but still has a moment as a child so, hes not ready for the big world yet, but ink didint know that, so she just dropped him off somewhere and left, paperjam grew up to be a sad child wishing for validation from his parents by any means, learned french to try to impress his mom. used to be a scam artist to try to impress his dads crime fascination, he only semi-succeeded with ink. sad, ambitious artist

404 and king sans

bio: 404 was born omnipotent, automatically more powerful then all the other simpletons. he would become aware of how through an alternative reality known as the prescratch timeline where that version of him speaks of what he was destined for. nobody believes him however and that bitch error keeps harassing me about talking shit well you werent talking at all when you were sucking me off you fucking whore i thought we would have a fucking future togheter but you just a fucking slut fuck you never talk to me again bitch likes: chaos, delinquency, anarchy, NOT following the rules, 100 gecs (the one with the stupid horse), being powerful, super transformations, hyperpop, chains, gold, copypastas, big hot strong men that could absolutely penetrate me hard, 100 gecks (literally, i have 100 of them as pets and its awesome!!!), flexing, being totally dripped out, colors associated with errors, busting it down (gay kind not cool kind) dislinks: order, rules, politics, leaders, having to follow instructions, horror sans from the evil guys fuck you you stole my place on that group which im not that upset about anymore after realising they all suck anyways but i still hate you because you refuse to actually fight and keeps saying random quips everytime youre on screen like actually shut the fuck up, gex, women because im severely femalephobic and extremely homosexual so they terrify me, error (cheater and liar dont ever trust him with anything), ink who stole my man with her fuckin cursed woman parts and apparently in the prescratch timeline everyone calls her mommy????? im bouta yiik out man yeesh omnipotent brat with a big ego king sans a sans who believes himself to be the king of the multiverse, goes around ranting about how hes the greatest and how everyone has to BOW before him, most of the time just gets called slurs and has beer bottles thrown at him wears a comically large crown made of cardboard, plastic, and 5% metal. speaks like an old englishman

paper crane a bunch of sanses got ripped to shreds like paper! oh no! and then they got glued together again, hoorah! but the pieces were all mixed up so they just glued it into one single entity hoo...rah? cheerful, a little... soulless. means good, wants a soul, wants to feel alive again.

horror part of errors gang, but since errors gang hasnt been unlocked yet hes gonna be in this category for now. coming from an au where the core has a malfunction and undyne and alphys asked him to fix it, sans the mechanic errr kind of just slacked off, ate a sandwich took a nap wasnt really paying attention to the subject. eventually after 5 months of sans doing nothing alphys and undyne snap and hit sans in the head with a metal pipe, smashing his skull and sending him flying into the waterfall-snowdin river, after washing up ashore in snowdin, he kind of just forgot his whole interaction with undyne and alphys, and even if he did, he probably doesnt care, same personality as simpletale, but hes slightly more brain damaged so hes a bit more clumsy and endearing. seems menacing at first but hes harmless, beloved by everyone. loves getting wasted at the bar with farmer

#horror #horrortale #paper crane #simpletale #simpleverse #error 404 #404 sans #king sans #aftertale #paperjam #farmer sans #bar #pub #alcohol #undertale

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skyeslittlecorner · 3 months

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can you post some photos on chapter five? ive been struggling to get to it and im impatient if ykwim 😭😭

Don't worry anon, I got you covered! Let's break this chapter for three parts - one for story and for one for both H-scenes. There are a lot of things to look forward to~

Warning: HEAVY SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT. In fact, I'll try to shorten the whole thing and focus on plot-relevant facts, so for those who want to go through chapter 5 on their own, come back when you're done! (Or just skip to h-scene, they are marked.)

Ch5 - STORY

First, I would like to warn that my opinion about it may be unpopular. As someone who hadn't paid much attention to Hades before, I fell in love with it after this episode. I adore ch5. A lot of people hate these boys to the core for what they did, and I understand and respect their opinion, but I'm with Hades here. I would love to analyze their behavior in more detail, but we don't have time for that today.

Summarizing this chapter is going to be hard because a lot of things happened. Let's go!

We start by going down a slide sponsored by Leviathan and his Lovecraftian friends (TM). But worry not! It seems we have friends even in the realm of death. Say hello to grandpa!

We talk a little, being in a questionable mood. Well, who wouldn't be? But we have the opportunity to know Solomon better, and I'm getting to understand why all devils love him. By the way, it turns out that we are his last descendant.

Sorry Solomon, you're still a peepaw.

He also advises us not to be afraid of Leviathan and not to be submissive to him, and then in a brilliant way he sends us back to the world of the living. Of course, our beautiful king is delighted.

We take Grandpa's advice to heart and finally stand up to Levi. He's surprised, but he doesn't try to kill us again (for now). We witness him hanging one of his subjects, who dared to ask about an accident from 311 years ago.

Fun fact. Devils must have much stronger spines. Do you know how people used to die by hanging? The first methods involved cutting off oxygen, but later they involved into breaking the cervical spine and this was considered a standard hanging execution. Leviathan must be gentle (how bad it sounds in this context), he could kill instantly with a loop like that.

Back to the point. We find out that we also have a noose around our neck, and Leviathan makes use of it. We're hanging, but we finally begin to meet Leviathan's nobles one by one.

Glasyal plots (and ends up hanging for it), Foras argues with him, along the way we learn that Leviathan needs us in his plan, and, you know, maybe killing us isn't the smartest thing he can do. Only Barbatos realizes that maybe it's a good idea to stop hanging us like wet laundry. He's the only one so openly nice to us.

Remember that.

Another fun fact, our MC is of medium height (~160 cm I guess). Leviathan is 187cm, Foras should be similar. I only noticed this because I myself am 180 cm so they are not so strappingly tall for me.

Foras wants to take us away from Levi and explain everything calmly, but the king does not agree. We learn that the guys know where the seed from the Tree of Knowledge is. We're supposed to go with them, and we have about a 50/50 chance of survival. Also, we have the opportunity to see a very rare phenomenon, a joking Leviathan.

Sweetie.

Colossally shortening the rest, the cavalry arrives! You didn't have to. I haven't had time to fuck them yet.

And this cavalry is very much at odds with the nobles of Hades. Most of the time is them arguing. Fortunately, they didn't kill each other…

...because Barbie decided to kill us.

Barbatos is poisoning us to force Bimet and Valefor to join the plan. While we are unconscious, we have flashes of Leviathan's past, which is too sad to analyze considering that we are about to jump to hot scenes now. Besides, most of us already know what this is about. Experience it for yourself. Really. We also learn that not only angels experimented on children, and a little about Mammon's childhood.

In the end, we learn that in Ch6 we must visit the abandoned laboratory in Tartaros, where the seed from the tree of knowledge should be, because as Solomon's descendants, we may be the only ones who will not be killed by it.

Ch5 - VALEFOR H-SCENE

(I really wanted to post CG from Valefor's scene here, but I don't know if Tumblr will block it.)

TIME FOR DESSERT!

Bimet is the first to realize that we lack devil energy. He wants to take care of it, but Valefor brushes him off, sends him to scout, and overall Bimet is our wingman, what a bro lol

Since we are away from Satan and Gehenna, we cannot summon Minhyeok's room. MC thinks she's outgrown it anyway. So we can count on the next scenes to be more and more creative.

It all starts with us telling Valefor that he reminds us of Mammon. And what a beast it brings out of him.

And he loves it.

...aaand then, someone wants to interrupt. Bimet informs us about this and goes to chase them out. Valefor stands with us at the door to see if anyone else is coming. Yes. Naked. With us. In us.

Fortunately, no one catches us and after the entire session we fall asleep in our knight's arms.

I really would like to do more screenshots, but tumblr is blocked… and there's one more part to come.

Ch5 - LEVIATHAN H-SCENE

At least you look beautiful and the platform won't block you.

And here's what I love the most. It was sick. I'd love to experience it again.

I would love to make a whole post ONLY about this and just leave the screenshots.

We are in Leviathan's office, and he interrogates us when we feel like we are lacking devil energy. We want to go to Bimet, but do you think our jealous king will allow it? Oh no no no. And of course, his hands land on our chin and then our neck. He doesn't like our hickeys.

We start asking him valid questions like "why are you jealous of us if you hate us?" So he silences us with a kiss. A deep, suffocating kiss. This is also how Leviathan discovers that we gain their energy through "intercourse with the devil".

And how can I not fall in love with this idiot.

The conversation that follows gives us some light on his approach to sex and to relationships in general. Which is… sad. It fits him perfectly, but it's sad. And I would also like to analyze this someday, this character is beautiful and how he's written is even more beautiful, especially from writer's point of view. He does not want the admiration of his people or the hatred of angels. The only thing he can believe and consider to be sincere is that someone's dislike. This is something that might actually turn him on.

At first he rules, he asks questions and he hangs us. And he does everything he can to piss us off. He hands us a whip and lowers us down.

Just disliking him isn't enough, and he works diligently to make us hate him. He insults Minhyeok, us, wishes us dead, and the more he sees our anger, the more he gets excited and talks more. He knows that we are connected to Satan and we will know how to release our anger. On him.

He finally got what he wanted. We straddle him and, with the help of Satan's strength, begin to strangle him. Neither you nor he are gentle.

Also, his words (unfortunately, I already have a limit on screenshots). "Do not bite your lips. Bite mine instead." I beg, let me violate him even more.

Compliment from Leviathan, nice. In the end, we fall asleep cuddled up to him, and he has no intention of giving us up to anyone. As in the case of Sitri, he only opens up to us when we are so unconscious that we do not see his softer side.

꧁:･ ✡ ･:��

AND THATS ALL! What a ride it was, I hope I was a good guide. One day I will go into the Hades boys in more depth, but for now, let this be a shortcut for everyone who is still struggling with ch5.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb leviathan #whb foras #whb glasyalabolas #whb barbatos #whb bimet #whb valefor #whb spoiler

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f0point5 · 2 months

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intro throughts

Logan being a little pookie, a bit like cute hamster, but he got BUFFED over winter break, wouldn't recognize him if compared to his first race last year

Kevin looking normal, would appreciate maybe a little bit from distance, having his face that close was almost uncomfortable, not bad though

Zhou looking good, I love his hair

appreciate Daniel just smirking, not actual wide smile that close to the camera, love his beard, gives "your daughter calls me daddy" vibe

Nico challenging his pose for future political career

Valterri and his mullet plus his highlighter green suit, not great not terrible, looks better with the bleached hair (at least in my opinion)

Yuki looking like a robot, sorry our Japanese sweetheart they did you dirty

Alex and his natural hair, appreciate it, plus loving the white suit

not gonna lie, that shot of Ocon did things to me that I'm not so sure about

Pierre looking like he wants to kill you (knowing how tall he is, it's how he would have to look up to me as well, makes it quite funny), great shot of his eyes

Lance... where did that hair come from man?!

Oscar, oh my adored Mr Koala. not a bad word about you (insert Kris Jenner's "you're doing great sweetie") - his eyes his neck his hair, consider me dead thank you

George's eyes look so huge there, for some reason he reminds me of The Boss Baby 😂 good thing he didn't do anything stupid or cringe-y this time

can we talk about how proportionally perfect Carlos is? also those eyes see to your very SOUL you perverts!

they did Lando dirty, kinda sad that they did him from afar

Charles being Charles. no other words needed

NANDOOOO! Grandpa of the grid looking amazing, whoever decided to use this shot deserves a raise

Lewis looking like he's preparing for a boxing match, but in a weirdly hot way

not sure about Checo, he stands there kinda like a 🧍🏻‍♂️, love his eyes though

and Max. oh mister please have a mercy with my poor heart, that little smirk and those eyes will keep me awake at night!

that's it, I'm done 😂

Logan did indeed bulk up. I keep seeing videos of him in the paddock and I’m like damn son you had a lot of steak over Christmas.

Don’t talk to me about Ocon. I’m going through something with him at the minute and I’m deeply ashamed.

Oscar is really having a moment. I hope it lasts all year.

They need to stop doing close ups of Daniel.

I liked Lando’s actually. He is a short king but he’s a cutie, and Orange is his colour.

Fernando has definitely had Botox or a chemical peel and he is looking incredible. INCREDIBLE.

Lewis looking kinda hot ngl he isn’t a bit of me but that promo really was.

The Ferrari boys and just models. You can’t even judge them against the rest of the grid they’re just beautiful. The way this team has the two best looking drivers and Red is their colour…I’m going to miss Carlos next year.

Max. That smirk is going to haunt me. In there very best way.

#f1 #formula 1 #max verstappen #Carlos sainz #Charles leclerc #oscar piastri #Lando norris #fernando alonso

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meowjings-arsb · 3 months

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Possibly even more on crack Stardew headcanons and whatnot because yes 👍

First post

Void chickens are burnt

With enough void mayonnaise, you could possibly obtain the goblin Henchman’s loyalty if only that the Witch doesn’t curse you first

All rabbits are honed in the fine art of keychain making. Hence the lucky rabbit feet they give off

We still don’t know where they’re getting the extra feet though…

Junimo have short, soft, fluffy fur 🍏

They’re also squeezable like a stress ball or a balloon filled with slime

Don’t take (much) fall damage or injury from being tossed at stacks of cans 🥫, but that’s very mean so why would you do that-

From what the witch remembers, humans typically hate void chickens because their eggs are gross but aPARENTLY she guessed wrong with the farmer when she cursed their hen house. She wanted them to eat the egg out of curiosity and suffer for a day or two but noooooo they INCUBATED it out of curiosity instead of consuming it ahhhhhhhhhhhh

She guessed right on cursing the slime hutch with black slimes though because we all know naughty children hate coal.

Gil at some point did a joke slime making video using an actual cave slime, and people just thought it was cool effects and CGI stuff. So now he’s a hit with the slime making fantasy types

Marlon also walked in on him giving a slime a glitter bath. Gil also had glitter all over his face from the slime hitting him head on.

Most of the decorations for the festivals are stored in Pierre’s, the Saloon’s, and the Community Center’s attics

Pierre, Caroline, and Abigail are a family with Spirits Eve colored hair and are therefore— Spooky~

Sometimes… when he’s tired of fish but still wants meat… Willy may eat… a bug steak 🥩

No one thought or knew that the farmer was going to ask someone to dance at the Flower Dance, and so they didn’t even think to get them a proper outfit for the occasion

Or no one had a spare outfit that fit the farmer and just didn’t care to get them one at that point

OR the farmer just outright didn’t want to wear the dance outfit because ew

We have no idea why they didn’t dress up for their own wedding though

The large candy canes placed around the town and sold as decorations at the Feast of the Winter Star and the Night Market are indeed edible 👍

I think that was already canon, but Gus why are you putting them in the dirt-

Shane was persuaded into getting Animal Crossing New Horizons. His island is full of chicken villagers plus Punchy.

Went feral and then sad for a hot minute upon learning of Hector’s existence and him not being in New Horizons

Grandpa’s bed, was in fact, a ping pong table 🏓

The farmer passing out at 2:00am at the latest and waking up at 6:00am at the earliest is a weird internal clock thing. Probably developed from working at Joja Co™️ all those years

Mr Qi personally sent that strange figure who sells the farmer a Farm Warp Totem to be there at the Night Market because he knows the farmer is gonna forget to check the time and then pass out on a mad dash back to the farm

Mr Qi also cannot possibly be human. What is he really? An elf? Vampire? Sorcerer? Snake hybrid? 7 Junimos in a trench coat? Just a man who spray paints himself blue for the aesthetic?

If you have ever seen Caroline’s tea cutscene, then you should know that the tea she drinks probably has a non-zero amount of cannabis in it.

Or maybe not… but like… why was there a lil squid person in there? Drinking tea aswell?? And disappeared with a puff of steam/smoke????

Actually- the tea she had was green, very sparkly and ripple-y. I bet Rasmodius had something to do with it. Because you know what happened with Rasmodius’s tree cutscene and uh… *cough* *cough* that other thing about the wizard-

Professor Snail has a snail under his hat named Mikey 🐌 that he picked up from the month he spent trapped in a cave

The kids of pelican town (Jas, Vincent, + Leo maybe) and the ASS trio (Abigail, Sam, Sebastian), are knowledgable of Krobus’s existence at least somewhat. Also Willy and Gunther 👌

Mr Qi eats Junimos🍏 ..sometimes-

Why? Because they’re like apples, he’s a mysterious son of a gun, and because these are crack headcanons that’s why-

Rasmodius is actively trying to get him magically banned from entering the community center and any other place currently occupied by them…

(spoiler?) …including Jojamart™️

Mr Qi’s outfit actually glows in the dark with a buncha tiny lights and glittery bits. Also shiny like a disco ball maybe ✨

Just hit him with a high powered flashlight and he becomes this ✨

Willy has seen the horrors 🐟

The Iridium bar required in the slime hutch, contrary to popular belief, is not just used as an extra brick for fun. Robin’s gotta smelt it down and add a lil bit of its essence to every stone making up the walls and foundation. (Hard work, y’know?). One bar is just enough to bless the hutch and requiring more seemed to be asking for too much.

Haley follow’s the Queen of Sauce’s Stardew equivalent of Instagram

Junimo Kart should not exist

The whole 100 floors down Skull Caverns was a ruse in an attempt to kill you, the farmer, but it failed because you didn’t die on the whole trip down and are also somehow immune to snake milk (venom). Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger I guess 🤷‍♂️🥛🐍

The farmer is indeed a cryptid. They don’t even breath

Instead of actual armor they instead rely on boots and rings for their protection??? They HAVE a hat, shirt, and pants slot, they CAN wear more armor than just boots if they had any but noooooooo. They like dancing with death so it seems

Actively just challenging Yoba to smite them: Being able to just consume food you really shouldn’t (ex. Void mayonnaise, mushrooms) and do it again once out of the hospital, Just carrying metal tools in thunderstorms, Being able to get hit by the valley’s train and brush it off, Repetitively going into the mines and Skull Caverns despite Harvey’s warnings, Drinking a weird unnatural drink offered by a mysterious stranger twice, also if they get their hands on it, carrying around freaking RADIOACTIVE ore without protection like it’s nothing????

Like I’m still not over the radioactive ore, even if I’ve never encountered it yet-

Also whatever the heck is happening on the Ginger Island dungeon? I’m pretty sure that’s lava everywhere in there??? And you just use your dinky watering can to cross it like no big deal??????

Stardew Valley so just so wild man

At least one person’s gonna be pissed at the farmer if they caught the legendary fish, put them in their fridge, and accidentally made sashimi with them. Maybe Gordy and Tex…

Also proof that the farmer is a cryptid is that they can catch all 5 legendary fish and their relatives without a sweat. Like Willy’s been at this for years. Also where do the relatives come from-

The fact that Pierre hates being given legendary fish is weird to me. I feel like that’s a boasting opportunity to have one in his funky lil shop.

I feel like Willy should also be happier than neutral upon being given the honor of owning one of these legendary fish. Or maybe he’s equally surprised as he is pissed that he wasn’t the one to do it and it cancels out.

Actually- maybe he catch and released? I’m too tired for this man

Gordy in The Fisherman Act ll is a wuss

The Crystalarium just can’t handle the Gay Shard’s power. Haley also can’t handle the Gay Shard apparently.

If you give a Junimo hut a Fairy Stone, are you just giving them the fossil of a long dead relative of theirs? Would that be weird?

If Abigail ate a fairy stone, would she be cursed by the fae for like… eating their crystallized bones

Forget what I said earlier about Emily wielding a parrot perch, she uses the unobtainable Holy Blade now- 🗡✨

If the farmer ever sees the green creature at the pelican town docks, just know that they probably hate you

Your dad probably has a rock collection. Why else is he sending you quality stones

#just your usual Wednesday afternoon crack headcanons #I had most of this done earlier but it didn’t feel long enough so eh. here you are #I haven’t reached Ginger island yet. or played Stardew in a while tbh. oof #my stoof #signatured #a portion of this is just me rambling about how weird sdv is tbh #my writing #sdv #stardew valley #did you know. that I have not died once in my whole stardew play through so far. I did the 100 floors challenge too!#I’m not counting passing out at 2am. because that’s happened at least twice #once on my own farm and another trapped in a spiral level of the mines after loosing track of time #Robin was legit building a coop next to me when I passed out too and Joja STILL charged me for it!

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[notes: sorry @descendinginto-madness it took me so long i had a business test anyway here it is i didnt make it into a fic but here are just some hcs to feed ur brainrot <3]

welt is SO observant and you can’t tell me otherwise

he can tell the emotion of someone just by looking at their facial expression be it a twitch in the eyebrow or bouncing ur leg he can see it ALL

the moment he’s sensing any type of distress, he’s immediately by ur side to comfort you

he knows everyone’s likes and dislikes so he knows what to do to cheer u up immediately

he would gently knock on ur room door with a cup of hot cocao/tea/coffee with a fluffy blanket ready for u in his arms

if u need space u got all the space he can give u (haha its funny cuz hsr is in space lol) and he would tell everyone else on the express to give u some time

but if u want some company he’ll be there for u

if it’s one of those bad days where he sees you outside in the lobby by urself in the dark, he would invite u to him room :D

he’s the type of person who would have those build your own figurines

his desk i imagine would have a lot of stuff but still organised (pens, documents, paint brushes and pain supplies and a half done air plane model lol he’s silly like that)

he would let you sit on his bed and talk about what’s making u sad or just let u sleep on his bed with his company while he works

HE’S SO GRANDPA I LOVE HIM SM ;-;;;;;;

#welt yang #hsr #honkai star rail x reader #welt x reader #welt yang x reader #platonic #x reader #headcannons #hsr x reader

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sophiethehorse · 5 months

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Something I have realised as a newbie mash fan is that every character-and I mean EVERY (adult) character with more than one line of dialogue. Has at least one person on this hellsite who has the absolute mcbonkers screaming yonkers hots for them.

Regardless of religion, race, age, gender or whatever absolute slayage klinger has going on. This ancient TV show for grandpas where everyone is at all times; sweaty, tired, sad, covered in blood and wearing an ungodly amount of khaki, has somehow accumulated enough thirst to rival a hundered old spice commercials.

And I for one think thats very sexy of us.

#m.a.s.h #mash #mashblr #mash is a visual novel and i have just discovered yuri

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afortoru · 11 months

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𝑺𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒑 𝑶𝒇 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Reader

Genre: fluff, kinda slow burn, non canon au

Warnings: nsfw,smut, food play, mdni

Word count: 2.7k

A/n: This one's written for @h1karuhitach11ns summer job collab. I hope to write something for my beloved Satoru when I'll be back. Till then here's my dear Nanami, Julie my love I hope you'll like it <3 {@nanamikentoseyebags}

A/n pt.2: i don't write nsfw anymore!

You have been here since childhood, this peaceful part of Tokyo, the sea, the birds, the sand, the tourists have become a part of your life. You remember your childhood, when you'll get free ice cream because of this little ice cream shop your grandpa owned for a long time.

You also remembered his last words when he passed away when you were 20 years old.

"Do what makes you happy."

You remember how your other family members asked you to come to the City, find a job and get settled,instead of spending it in such a small town.

It took you a long time to realize what you wanted to do and where you wanted to stay. You went through all these multiple thoughts in your head all alone while you were still coping with his death.And you choose to stay. Stay right where you wanted to. This shop, this place is your childhood and after your grandpa passed away you decided to stay here forever and look after this shop that has always been a reason to smile in those low moments of your life.

You'll always sit on a little stool beside your grandpa and watch little kids with their parents, coming to the shop for a scoop of happiness.

Scoop of happiness. It was the name of your mini ice cream truck. You still smile thinking about those times, with your eyes glistening with a hint of sadness because you miss those times.

So here you are under the shade of your ice cream truck, scooping the happiness for kids and their parents. You love seeing the smile on their face when they taste their favorite flavors. Their satisfaction was your happiness.

"So which flavor do you want, Nanamin?", you looked up to this unfamiliar voice. They must be tourists here, you thought to yourself.

"I'll rather have a drink."

"Now don't be so silly and boring, Nanamin. Cmon it's so hot here, we gotta have something chill and sweet and ice cream is the best option."

This white haired guy is sure something else, chuckled thinking to yourself.

You watch these two men walk towards your little shop. You can tell the difference in their personalities just by that conversation you just heard.

"How can I help you, sir?" you politely asked.

"Hello pretty baby, how's your day going?", the white haired guy said, receiving a side eye from the blond.

"It's nice and sunny right now, I'm doing great. Thanks a lot for-" you were interrupted by him.

"No need for formalities sweetie, I'm Gojo Satoru and here's my friend Nanamin, think ya like him?"

You were taken back by his question but you tried maintaining your welcome smile."I can only tell ya the ice cream flavors I'll suggest to you sir, that's all" you said gaining a chuckle from Gojo.

"Sorry for his behavior, please tell us which flavor you suggest dear?" Gojo was interrupted by the blond.

"Sure sir!" you realized this Nanamin guy is kinda nice, at least than this white haired bastard.

Yes, that was your first expression of them. Blonde one is nice and polite and white haired one is a bit annoying but he's cute. And he keeps eating up the blond one. Nanami's expression says it all.

You recited them on your menu. They asked for the bestseller and they gave you a nice tip too.

You were satisfied with this duo's continuous visit to your truck. Soon they became your regular customers.

By this time you knew that Satoru-san can empty up your entire ice cream truck if Nanami-san won't stop this man child.

Their dynamic was very fun to watch. Gojo's antics and Nanami's apologetic look would always make you chuckle.

"Nanami, you sure you don't wanna join me today?" Satoru questioned from his driver's seat.

"No, I'm busy today."

"Busy? Or you are just too shy to meet Y/n-chan."

Nanami's eyes widened but thanks to his quick wits, he stopped himself from revealing too much to Gojo.

"Now don't tell me you don't like her, it's literally in your eyes. Bet she likes you too." Gojo proudly stated, like he's some love guru.

"Please don't embarrass Y/n-san with your useless thoughts. And no, there's nothing between us." He mentioned it with a stoic expression.

"But there could be, you know. Something could happen between you two, if you'll let me then-....hey Nanamin wait where are you going? Rude." Gojo pouted, watching Nanami just walk away while he wasn't done with teasing.

"So Nanami-san didn't join you today?" You curiously asked noticing Gojo all by himself today.

"Nah, you wanna know why?"

"Hm? No it's ok, he must be busy."

"He's out on a date with someone." Gojo teased by bringing his face closer to you.

"Oh! Nice, good for him." You said, giving him a sweet smile.

"Really? That's how you react? Ugh you two are just giving me a headache." Gojo said as he fake massaged his head.

You looked at him wondering how you and Nanami are gonna cause him a headache when he's the one, who always does this to Nanami. Poor Nanami-san.

Is he really going out with someone? I mean of course he will after all he's such a gentleman, any girl would easily be in love with him. But what about him? What kind of woman does he like? Would be like me…. what's wrong with you Y/n. You idiot, he'll be so embarrassed to know what I'm thinking about him.

You keep tossing around on your bed with thoughts filled with a blond man, who's just too good for you. At least that's what you think.

Well I guess, I might have a tiny crush on him.

With that, you close your eyes with a smile on your face as you slowly drift to sleep.

Next morning you wake up all happy and bubbly, was it the weather?

Maybe, more of a certain gentleman who loves mint chocolate. His choice was different and you will always laugh at Gojo's reaction to Nanami ordering it.

You were busy serving the kids who crowded around the truck, not noticing the tall figure walking towards your direction.

"Y/n-san, Good morning." Your eyes darted towards the familiar voice and your heart started beating faster. Why? Oh wait, you already answered it yesterday night. A crush. He's your crush now and not just a regular customer. So you realize having these games being played by your heart is normal.

"Hello! Nanami-san, which scoop of happiness you want today or the usual." Your words would always make him smile. What ray of sunshine you are. Nanami couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to be someone to you, how is it to be loved by you, how are you when you're not around everyone, do you still smile the same, do you…wait why is he thinking about you like this?

Is it possible that he too might have a crush on you. He realized his feelings pretty early towards you. Nanami never mentioned them to you because he just doesn't want to upset you. Why would you be upset though? He doesn't know he just doesn't want to let you down at this point.

"Nanami-san! What are you thinking about so deeply?" You snapped back to reality.

"Uh! Huh. Actually um, I'll have the usual."

You smiled at him, the same you did when you first met him with Gojo.

"Sure." There were a lot of kids this time, hovering around for ice cream. You gave him an apologetic look asking him to wait for a while.

Nanami just nodded, smiling back at you.

You were almost done serving the kids, finally looking up to your blond crush. Just then one of the kids turned around to walk away with his ice cream as he bumped into Nanami.

The kid looked up at him with a scared look already apologizing through his looks.

"I…I'm so..sorry-"

"Hey, it's ok. Don't worry, I won't tell your parents." Nanami winked with a smile to the kid, with both his hands on the kid's shoulder.

"And you'll also get another scoop of happiness since that one's all over on someone else." you said, offering another ice cream of the same flavor to the kid. He excitedly took it from your friends and started making his way back to his parents where his parents were waiting for him.

Nanami's shirt was smothered with chocolate ice cream. You shutted down the shop for a while and took him to your home. It was only a walking distance from the beach side.

He doesn't know it but you can at least help this bit to your crush. Nanami denied at first but he couldn't help but give up to your pleas.

Afterall who is he to decline his crush's offer when you pleaded with him so sweetly?

"This one! This one would fit you, maybe." You chuckled at your own confusion.

You gave him an oversized shirt, at least for you but you guessed it would fit him better.

Nanami is now in your washroom, cleaning himself up before putting on the pink shirt you gave him.

Your face beaming with happiness is all in his mind. He wondered what was your childhood like, was it all sunshine and candies or something about it that made you stronger. How is it you're so welcoming but still untouchable.

With all this going inside his head he came out of the washroom wearing your shirt.

You weren't in the room. He noticed the cute silly things you have used to decorate your bedroom. Not to mention your drawing room was so prettily decorated with small succulents with cutest vibes.

Nanami guessed that you know how to be happy with small things or he could say you love these things are enough to light up your life.

He walked towards the kitchen and noticed your figure against the counter.

"Oh! You're done already Nanami-san?

He just nodded with a gentle smile.

"Is the shirt ok, is it too tight?" You questioned.

"It's all ok Y/n-san. You don't have to worry about it. I'm thankful for your courtesy." he states walking towards you as he notices that you're making something.

He looked curiously at the things kept on the kitchen counter. A big bowl filled with some whipped cream, some chopped fruits, two cups with chocolate chips.

"Are you making something Y/n-san?" he guessed.

"Um yes. I was just experimenting some new flavor, here you wanna taste?" you asked, scooping the cream from the bowl and directing it towards him.

"Uh sure." Nanami tasted the cream and he noticed how your eyes were expecting him to like it.

"H..how is it?" You nervously asked. Why are you nervous, it's just something you were trying and wanted him to taste and give suggestions about it. Then why do you want him to like it? Why suddenly your heart started beating faster again?

You were so lost with these thoughts that you didn't notice Nanami's face was closer to yours until he lifted your chin with his right hand.

You noticed how beautiful this man is, is he a Greek God? If yes then what is this God doing here wearing your shirt and tasting your ice cream?

No,no. He's just Nanami-san, your regular customer or is he?

Oh he's your crush too, no wonder why are you so attracted to him.

Nanami leaned in to place his lips on your soft one's. You could feel the flavor on his lips.

Would it be sweeter if you tasted his tongue?

Your hands snaked around his neck pulling him closer. Before you could do it, Nanami's tongue was already asking you to let him in. So you did. You parted your lips letting him in. He held you by your waist, both of yours eyes shut. You couldn't believe this is happening but you can say that it did taste sweeter as you tasted his tongue.

Nanami pulled away and looked in your eyes, they were filled with longing. Longing for his love. He laid you on a kitchen counter quickly undressing you.

He slid down your pants, throwing it on the ground. Raising your long skirts he made his way towards your wet cunt.

You let him, if you want anyone to do this to you then it's him.

He was so intoxicated looking at you so wet for him, the smell was making him lose his senses.

Nanami slowly licks you, he keeps moving his tongue from the tip to the bottom of your wet pussy.

You started removing your skirt in frustration. You wanted to see him do things to you. You wanted him to see him how much you want him too.

"Argh! Take this down please."

Nanami did what you said. He's speechless with his own actions. Were you that irresistible? He should have asked you out properly but now this is happening he planned to ask you out later.

Your moans were just music to his ear. With the time being you were getting closer. One hand moving through his hair while one holding on the edge of the counter.

Your hand went towards the bowl of cream causing a sound. Nanami heard it and an idea came to his lovestruck mind.

You noticed him removing his mouth from your dripping cunt. You slightly opened your eyes which were closed when you were lost in the pleasure.

He held the bowl and scoop some cream with his two fingers dipping it in.

He smothered it on your pussy and started licking it like a hungry dog.

You couldn't help squirm around around his tongue.

"Nng Na..Nanami-san."

"Kento love, call me Kento."

You did as he said. Soon you got your high as you came all over his tongue.

He looked at your teary eyes as he came closer to your face kissing you softly stroking your hair.

"Na…kento what about you?"

"It's ok love, next time." He assured you as he held you close to himself.

"I fucking knew it! You two!" Gojo laughed.

You and Nanami were on your fourth date at a cute cafe. You both have no idea where he even came from.

"Hello Gojo-san. How-"

"No formalities sweetie. I knew you were a thing, you know Nanamin used to tell me how much he wants you since the first day we met you." He straight away joked about his friend.

"I'll leave you two alone now since you two are together finally. Yes!" He exclaimed like he achieved something. With that Gojo left the cafe, waving you two.

Nanami looked at you as he slowly brought his hands towards yours. He was in love with you and you too. There were no need to exchange any words between you both.

Nanami found his happiness in you and vice versa.

"I love you Y/n. I'd like to share my scoop of happiness with you."

When did he start using these corny lines? It doesn't matter because you love them anyway.

"I love you too, my mint flavor crush. Coincidence we have the same idea about sharing the scoop of happiness of life's."

Nanami's eyes widened in surprise. You two finally have your feelings for each other known.

You move your face towards him as if to give him a kiss. That's what Nanami thought as he too moved closer to you, closing his eyes.

A spoon!?

"Mm, wha-?" Nanami's eyes widened in disbelief.

"A scoop. A scoop of happiness for ya." You replied, laughing at his reaction. He's disheartened to have a spoon of ice cream fed by you, instead of a kiss but Nanami being Nanami, he moved his hand behind your head gently pushing your face towards his for a kiss.

You were a bit taken back with his sudden boldness but you love how he surprises you with something new in him every time you two meet.

You wish, actually you know that this scoop of life is something you two are going to share always and forever.

I hope you guys like it, I tried. If any suggestions then I'm all ears! <3

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I am very, very sad right now :( so I will use this time to make another OC that will comfort me <3

Meet Theodore. He's an undercover agent/assassin who is deaf. He's been working at his own cafe that he'd inherited from his grandpa, as a cover story. To maintain his low profile, he rarely works at the front of the shop, preferring to stay in the kitchen and let someone else handle the customers. Because there are still some assholes that like to make fun of his disability, and he only doesn't have the time to kill so many people from the same town and clean up as well.

You've recently moved into his city. Theodore always keeps tabs on everyone, so the moment you'd stepped into his cafe, his agency had already sent him a complete background on you. You were a normal person, nothing really stood out about you.

The barista had gotten sick that day and went home, so Theodore had to work in his place instead. You'd just ordered your coffee and busied yourself with your phone. He was trying very hard to read you, and while nothing really stood out about you, his guy told him you were not as normal as you seemed.

Something was up with you, and he was determined to find out.

While he was psychoanalysing you, some jerks had decided to interfere and mess with him instead. They were calling him derogatory names and making fun of him in general, not knowing that Theodore could very well read lips and he was very close to throwing the hot pot of coffee on them.

But before it could come to that, you told them to stfu and knock it off. Obviously, these guys didn't take it well and walked over to you and asked if you'd got a crush on the retar-

Before they could finish talking, you punched one guy in the face, and when his friend tried to grab you, you threw your hot coffee on his face, some of it spilling and burning your own hand too. The guy you'd punched earlier took your momentary distraction and threw a chair at you, but it never hit you. Because Theodore had grabbed it with one hand.

And then... he launched the chair back at the man.

The furniture sent him flying down with a deep gash to his forehead. Theodore stalked towards the other guy and punched him in the face, breaking his nose. The guy was howling in pain, but Theodore didn't give him time to recover as he yanked the man up by his collar and gave him the deadliest glare ever before nodding his head towards the exit.

That was enough for the man to understand what Theodore meant and he didn't waste another second before dragging his unconscious friend out of the cafe.

Theodore turned his attention back to you, finding you holding your bruised knuckles. He went to the back and brought you some ice in a towel, gently taking your injured hand in his and icing down the swelling. You both didn't say anything for a while, at least not until you'd pulled your hand away and said thanks.

He just gave a nod.

"So... you read lips?" You asked. Theodore nodded. "Hm, figured as much. Well, thank you for the ice. Here- let me help you with this." You said as you helped clean up the coffee you'd spilled. "Yes, sorry about this. I- I'll take my leave-" but he stopped you when you tried to pay for the coffee. He pulled out his phone and typed into it.

No need. On the house, for standing up for me.

You smiled. "No biggie. I'm Y/n." He typed into his phone.

Theodore. Its nice meeting you.

"Theodore. I like it." You nodded. He began typing again.

Haven't seen you around here before. Passing by or staying?

"Staying. For a while. I haven't decided how long, I'll have to see if I like it here."

He nodded. Well, if its any consolation, those 2 jerks aren't representative of most people here. Besides, I think the town could use some people like you.

You giggled. "Well, if you continue making good coffee, I just might stay here permanently."

From there on, Theodore began keeping tabs on you, initially under the guise of being wary of you, but then when he found out that you were his new neighbour, your apartment right next to his, the universe practically was begging him to stalk you.

I mean, he wouldn't have really bothered with it after he confirmed you had a clean background, but it just- he couldn't get the way you stood up for him (a complete stranger) against two men who were twice your size, out of his mind.

And maybe he could've overlooked it if it was only a one time thing. But it wasn't quite one time thing.

Theodore has observed that you have a... bleeding heart of sorts. You stand up for anyone and everyone that comes in your sight. Someone's bullying a kid? You get those bullies to apologise. Someone's giving the homeless guy a hard time? You butt in, with a feral fighting stance against some asshat who could break you like a twig.

But your "good samaritan" behavior tends to backfire a lot, leading you to sometimes having small bruises to a fractured bone or two. Which then leads to Theodore worrying himself sick over you, and he tries to jump in as often as he could without raising the suspicion that he's stalking you. You'd lead him back to your apartment (too trusting) and offer him dinner or something while he insisted on bandaging you up. One of these days.... one of these days someone is gonna pull a knife or a gun on you and he won't be able to save you. The mere thought worries him, and he tries to convince you to not help everyone you see, especially at night. You just laugh it off, telling him that "I'm not a klutz, Theodore. How stupid do you think I am?" before grabbing the hot handle of the pan and burning your hand.

Theodore stays up night wondering if you're in bed or ran out to the street in your bunny slippers because you heard someone cry. He wonders if you'd even locked your door.

He could... he could always check, right? He's just a concerned neighbour-

Theodore was now standing outside your room. As it turned out, you did lock your apartment door, but then Theodore got worried if you'd left the gas stove on, or if you were even breathing. So he broke in, as quietly as he could, just to check up on you. And then he couldn't stop staring at you.

He left eventually, realising how creepy it would look if you saw him, but not before putting some a few cameras around the house (how you didn't hear him is beyond him).

Now, he can keep an eye on you even when you're not at his cafe💖

However, something about you still bugged him. Like you were off somehow, perhaps hiding something.

So he decides to date you. But not because he loves you or anything. No, no. This was only to get close to you, only to spy on you... right?

Now he's dating you. You were reluctant at first, but once he was able to charm you (mostly by making you pity him when he told you he's ne er felt like this before for anyone because he never thought anyone would date him because of his disability. Which is complete crap because he had a lot of people falling for him, but Theodore pushed them all away because he hated them).

Dating you allows him to be near you. He can swing by your apartment a lot more often, and that gives him a chance to snoop through your stuff.

While Theodore is looking around, you're doing all the lovey dovey stuff and since he's never been in a relationship, he's falling hard for all of it.

Cuddles? He loves them, never knew how much it made his heart swell when he wrapped his big arms around your small frame.

Kisses? He's kissed a few people on the lips for missions, but omg how cute are your kisses on his nose and cheeks. He's melting inside.

His favourite thing to do with you is reading. You're just snuggled up to him as he holds a book, and you're both reading it. Usually, he reads up on world history and psychology, but with you, he's reading all types of genres. And you look so cute when you'd dose off.

But perhaps the nail in the coffin was when you learned sign language. For him. You did that for him. How- what- WHO DOES THAT???

And now, he's completely and utterly in love with you.

And once he's able to admit that to himself, things are likely to go downhill for you.

His protectiveness increases by 10 folds. Which means more trackers and bugs on you, more of him accompanying you wherever, more lectures about how it's not always a good idea to leave the house to help complete strangers. He has literally climbed on top of you to prevent you from leaving your bed in the middle of the night (only moving away when you insisted that someone might need help, and even then he'd push you back into bed and go check out the noise himself)

Theodore never liked possessive s/o. He always thought that was a very toxic trait and a huge red flag to have.

It's funny how blind he is to his own possessiveness. He hates it when other people interact with you, when others have your attention. You waved it off as "cute" when Theodore would hold onto your hand or tried to block your door when you wanted to meet some friends. You just kissed his nose and ruffled his hair (and he just melted into your touch), telling him you'd be back soon. It's just that Theodore has never had someone so nice to him, so selfless and caring. He just has you now, and he doesn't ever want to let go of you.

I don't know why, but I think of Theodore as this big cuddly bear that sometimes huffs when he doesn't have your attention. Like he just stares longingly at you through the cameras wondering if you're just pretending to have a good time to mask how sad you actually because you miss him terribly.

He absolutely loves it when you drop by for surprise visits. Like Theodore would be busy on his laptop, typing absentmindedly because his mind is actually preoccupied by you, and then boop! You surprise him with a kiss on his pouty lips. His dumbfounded reaction is always so worth it.

What's not worth it is him tackling you into a hug as if he hadn't seen in centuries, which is followed by Theodore pulling you into his lap and making you wrap your arms around him as he hooks your head under his chin because as terribly as he had missed you, he still has work to do. And even though he doesnt allow you to move until hes finished with work, he's warm and fuzzy and he gives you headpats (and some pats on the bum).

Sometimes when he's sleeping next to you (with a leg and an arm draped over you to make sure you don't escape into the night), he wonders how important you've become to him. How much control you have over his heart. He would catch sharp knives with his bare hands for you (you should ask him to do that. He's very good at it). And it scares him a little how he's sure he would lose his mind if something were to happen to you.

He pulls your asleep body closer to him, silently pressing a kiss to your ear.

I love you so much.

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Percy Jackson and The Olympians Season 1 Review (1/3)

What I like:

It has color! Disney tends to do their live actions shows/series dark or gray ,so I am pleasant to see colors popping up on the screen. Walker's eyes and the orange shirts are a highlight for me!

Set design is impressive! The team behind it did an excellent job. Each cabin is INSANE! Olympus is sooooo marvelous as well!

I was doubting of Lin being casted as Hermes but he proved me wrong and he did a great job

NICO DI ANGELO'S VOICE!

The credits are so cool and cute! Love the art!

Like the casting for Ares, Dionysus, Poseidon, Sally and Hephaestus

NICO DI ANGELO SCREAMING "BIANCA"

I can see why Walker was chosen as Percy. He fits the character so well,has the vibe,the mannerism,the eyes. My only complaint is the hair,they could and should have made him wear a wig. If Miley Cyrus could do it, Walker can! They have the money to buy one,there are not excuses

Seeing the Mythomagic deck was super cool! Love the design!

Cerberus!

In all seriousness,they foreshadowing the di Angelo siblings using their voices was smart AF, because casting them at this point requires a lot of hard work,time and money that may not pay off

Percy driving scene,love it!

The scene of Grover being pulled to Tartarus is really well done and faithful to the books, truly makes you feel the tension of the moment!

Sally in the rain while Logical by Liv Rodrigo is playing is incredible,completely in love with that scene! My girl just wants to feel a ounce of how she felt while being with Poseidon,it is so tragic!

The Lightning Bolt and Hades Helmet are sooo cool, really well design,I want them!

Ares bleeding Ichor!

The interaction between Poseidon and Percy was cute and I like what Poseidon said about Percy having trouble following rules, but that it was his fault because that is how the ocean is . Super wholesome moment!

Percy calling Kronos grandpa is hilarious

Stuff I feel conflicted about:

Even if I love to see what Mythomagic looks like, I feel that making it a demigod stuff instead of Nico's precious hobby takes away from him. The game is in part a connection to his past, to his era, his sister and a side that divides him from the rest. Nico feels like an outcast even among outcasts, and the other demigods feel he is kinda strange. Even Percy, who tried to be friendly, thought Mythomagic was lame. I don't know, I just think it should be only his stuff

What I dislike:

The entire cast looks nothing like their book counterparts and it is distracting to me. I am going to compare it to the One Piece Live Action to explain my feelings. With OP I did not need to be told who was who ; and I already was fangirling that Coby was in the background,or Buggy will be next episode, or Helmeppo is hot for some reason,etc. Here I was like "some dudes are looking at Percy,is he supposed to be Luke? I do not know. He may be,but I am not sure." And hey,look at that ,he turned out to be Luke!. I don't know,I don't love that, it takes away from the experience and characters

Percy was angsty in a way that feels out of character to me. Like,in the books he was sad that his mother "died",obviously,but he still had his kindness. Here, his anger was more reminiscent of Harry after Sirius died in the books. Trashing everything,yelling,full of fury. And it felt wrong for Percy to act like that. For example: in the books when Percy finally wakes up, he tells Grover that they are still friends and that he know he did everything in his power to help him and his mother. In the show Percy is super cold and actively distances himself from Grover until the quest is going to start, and it feels like Percy chose Grover to go with him because that's how the book go, yet Show Percy dont feel particularly excited for Grover to be there,he dont seems to miss him after their fight , nor thinks of him as his best friend. He said himself "finally I have friend" referring to Luke and the other guys in camp,meaning Grover was not. Which takes me to the next point

Grover is treated awfully by the writers. Everyone keeps telling him to go away. Chiron and Mr D. seem tired of him. In Lotus Casino, Percy and Annabeth acted like they were forgiving him for forgetting them,even if they knew it wasn't his fault that he didn't remember. The writers made the naiad give Percy four pearls only to make Grover lose one, which was unnecessary and just makes him look stupid or incompetent. The list goes on,you get the idea. Grover is not treated with respect by either writers or the narrative

We were told but not shown Annabeth's fear of spiders (that is another problem of the show,it tells but don't show), they didn't mention her passion for architecture and dreams of becoming an architect. Also,I don't love the idea of her listening to Luke's plan. My girl is supposed to still have hope for Luke to change his mind,she believes in his kindness and is in negation and defends him when people calls him "evil" for four books in a row. They taking away all these details ,plus she not having a crush on Luke feels like they are taking away what makes Annabeth herself while removing the side of her that is just a teenager girl. She is supposed to be kind as well, that is why people like Frank feel safe asking her for help because he knows she is not going to laugh of him. Here she is way more stoic. You can be smart and warm at the same time,Rick. It is possible, you wrote it that way 18 years ago

Sally yelling to Percy. I know that people say we should not trust Book Percy's POV because he sees his mom as perfect (fair point) but I think that if Percy has such a great perception of her is for a reason. Also ,I am willing to believe that if Percy says his mother never got mad and screamed at him for being expelled from schools,it's because is true. In the show almost all the flashbacks are her shouting at him. Book Sally don't do that because she understands,she knows who Percy's father is,she knows what having a child of him would mean,she knows that the magical and strange stuff that Percy experience is not his fault; that is why she is patient and kind,and what makes her such a great,mature,kind mother; and they took that away from her.

The acting was not the best in the first episodes. Now ,it got better as the show went on, but in the first 3 episodes legit feels like they are reading the script from a carbon board. I do not know if it is because of the directors or lack of experience playing the characters and that is why it improves later on or what, but it is really noticeable

They are skipping or cutting scenes really weirdly , just fading to black and showing the aftermath of situations. Like Sally's car crashing after the Minotaur attack. At one point we see the Minotaur coming, then the screen goes to black and next scene they are crashed. Or with the animal escape we see them in the car and next scene they are in the streets free. It makes the pacing feel strange, takes away the momentum and feels kinda lazy coming from such a big production.

They tell us but do not show the magic in this world and is frustrating! For example, in Narnia no one tells Lucy or us the rules but we see it. With the music cue we know the Wardrobe is special in some way. The she gets inside it and walks backwards,and keeps going and keeps going and keeps going, which is weird, and there are trees! Later, when Mr Tumnus plays his flute, we see that it's magical and makes Lucy fall asleep; and after that she returns to the normal world and we know hours have passed yet Peter is still counting, meaning in our world just have been seconds. In the Percy Jackson's world an easy way to show the magic is with the Mist, but instead they decided to just tell us everything with endless,boring exposition dialogue

Connected with the prev point,they never figure out who any of the creatures/monsters are (except from Echidna) and is boring. Every scene is the trio meeting them and immediately going "you are Medusa", "You are Crusty and here is all the information about you". Yes,the characters know them from myths, but each creature/monster has gone through changes to blend in modern times,making it tricky to be immediately recognizible, that's the fun of the books.

I also feel the world building was lacking. Like people who are watching the show without having read the books do not know there is no Hades Cabin or which Cabin is for which God. Bet some of them think the first three Cabins are for Zeus, Poseidon and Hades but no; Cabin 2 is Hera's and is and always will be empty because she is the goddess of marriage, meaning she is 100% loyal to Zeus. And please correct me if I am wrong, but they did not mention the Mist nor Ambrosia,isn't it? Because I genuinely can not recall. All these details are important and are missing. They are also wasting the opportunity of foreshadow future characters. Like how cool would be to see an 8 year old Will! Or get know Cabin 9 and Beckendorf, that would give Percy a connection with him earlier than in the books and make us book readers hype to see Leo's Cabin!

The friendship with Luke feels underdeveloped. Percy says "finally I have friends" but I feel he barely knows him and we dont even know the name of the other dudes who supposedly are his friends. The show could have benefited from having two full episodes taking place in the Camp and moving the flashbacks from episode 8 to episode 2, it would feel more natural

Luke not having his scar. The reason I think it is important is because for Luke looking himself in the mirror is a constant reminder of his father, his grudge towards him, his quest and the failure it was and the shame he feels about it. All those feelings boiled down inside him and is the reason he joins Kronos. Taking the scar away takes that complexity. See it as the equivalent of Zuko's scar in the Percy Jackson universe

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The Art of Redemption

(part 13)

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By the time Saturday rolls around, Nikolai has almost entirely forgotten his disappointment at not being able to enjoy Thursday's unexpected snowfall by playing outside with Stan, Beth-Anne and Stan and Milena's two young grandsons. He acknowledges that Beth-Anne and Stan's reasons for discouraging him from going out made sense. Another inadvertent fall wouldn't do his injured leg any good, and he definitely doesn’t want any more setbacks. But, just because he understands the rationale now, that didn't mean he had to like it at the time.

He can't say he was sad or bored indoors with Milena. They listened to music and she taught him how to bake chocolate chip cookies, and they laughed a lot at each other’s work-related anecdotes. Although he would have preferred helping to build a snow fort and then engaging in the inevitable snowball fight afterwards, lack of snowballs notwithstanding, it had been a fun day.

He and Milena had hot cocoa and their freshly-baked cookies waiting when everyone else came inside, and it was hard to determine if it was Stan or his seven and nine year old grandsons, Lukas and Marek, who were more excited about the snack. After snack time, Nikolai played video games with the boys while Milena got some housekeeping done and Stan and Beth-Anne went back outside to help the Kovacs' elderly next-door neighbour clear snow from his driveway.

While Lukas, the seven year old, was taking his turn with the game controller, nine year old Marek chattered enthusiastically to Nikolai about skating, about his Saturday group class, and how his grandpa thought he could start competing next year if he wanted to.

"I don't know if I'd win any medals or not," Marek said. "But even if I don't, that's okay. I like skating a lot, and Grandpa says having fun is what counts. But, I think he thinks I'm a good skater anyway."

“Well, your grandpa should know,” Nikolai told him. “He’s seen a lot of skaters in his lifetime, and back in the day, he was fantastic too. Is he going to coach you?”

“Maybe,” Marek said. “Or maybe Auntie Beth-Anne, ‘cause I’m in her group class now. You have to be at least nine to be in that class, and I had my birthday in November, so I moved from another class to that one."

“I’m coming to your group class this Saturday, so I’ll see you there.”

That elicited a giggle from Marek. “You’re too big for a kids' group class!”

“No, I’m not coming to skate. I’m coming to watch. Some day, I’m going to be a coach like your grandpa and Beth-Anne, but I have to learn how to do it first, and Beth-Anne is going to teach me.”

“Is that like… coach coaching?”

Nikolai laughed. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

“Cool.” Marek beamed. “You should watch me, ‘cause I can do three different double jumps. Oh, and there’s this one kid, Eden. He can do a triple toe loop, but don’t tell anybody, ‘cause Auntie Beth-Anne already said he’s not allowed to do triples yet.”

Nikolai put a finger to his lips and made a zipping gesture. “The secret’s safe. Don’t worry.”

He’d been aware on some level that Stan’s grandson and the much-mentioned kid named Eden were both in one of Beth-Anne’s Saturday group classes, but until recently, he’d been far too focused on his own career and the events of his own life to give much thought to what might be happening at the rink when he wasn’t there. Saturdays used to be his day off, when he didn’t go to the dance studio or the gym, and when he skated only if he wanted to. Prior to his injury, he’d had very little contact with children’s group classes. He'd had no reason to.

But, all that has changed. It’s Saturday, and he’s essentially going to work. Or, more accurately, to volunteer. He rephrases the thought because although it’s technically on-the-job training, he’s not getting paid.

He’ll have to start looking for a real job soon. His savings won’t last indefinitely, and the mortgage on his and Anya’s house and their household bills won’t pay themselves. He doubts Anya would be thrilled about taking on the full responsibility for it. She couldn’t afford to manage it on her own anyway and would probably need help from her parents. Nikolai does not, under any circumstances, want that to happen. He’d rather sell the property than to be indebted to Anya’s father in any way. Mr. Baranov dislikes him intensely, a fact that he barely succeeds in hiding, and Nikolai isn’t shy to admit the feeling is mutual.

It hadn’t always been like that, of course. His family and Anya’s have known each other since he and Anya were teenagers, ever since Nikolai’s family had moved here from another province and Nikolai met Anya at the rink. They’d all gotten along well, and Nikolai even recalls Anya’s father happily giving his blessing for their marriage. It’s only been during the past three years, since Nikolai and Anya have been married, that things have gone drastically downhill.

God alone knows what Anya might’ve been telling her father about me all this time. It’s enough to push him toward panic, and he has to remind himself this isn’t the moment. He needs to be clear-headed. Later. You’ll have time to think about all that stuff later.

Beth-Anne had woken him up at six o’clock and told him to hustle, as they needed to be at the rink by a quarter to eight. When he asked her why they needed to be there so early if her first class didn’t start until 8:30, she explained there’s one kid who’s been coming to the rink with his older cousin lately, and the cousin is apparently fixated on arriving early for everything. He could be there as early as eight o’clock, she said, and she didn’t want a ten year old out on the ice by himself with only the non-skating teenage cousin to supervise him.

As it happened, Beth-Anne had given him ample time to get ready. He ended up sitting on the bench by the front door for twenty minutes waiting for her, and he wanted to laugh when she came flying down the stairs with a breathless, “Okay, this is the best I can do with this fucking makeup. Let’s go.”

They made it to the arena only five minutes later than Beth-Anne’s 7:45 target, which they mutually agreed was due entirely to being held up by some sort of emergency road work they’d had to detour around and had nothing at all to do with stopping at Tim Horton’s to fill their insulated travel mugs with fresh coffee. Beth-Anne was pleased, right up until two seconds ago, when they’d rounded the corner into the glass-walled corridor leading to her assigned practice rink and they spotted a kid already on the ice.

The child is small, with wisps of straight black hair peeking out from beneath his rainbow-striped toque. When he turns, Nikolai sees a delicate face that reminds him of a porcelain doll more than of a real person. He immediately feels weird for having this thought, but he can’t help remarking to himself that he’s never seen such a beautiful child before.

Then, something else occurs to him that quickly chases the stray thought away. He wonders if there’s been a mix-up with ice times. There’s no way this boy should be in a group class for nine to eleven year olds. He doesn’t look like he could be more than six or seven.

Nikolai blinks and looks more closely at the way the little boy is moving. The child is dancing around an orange safety cone, and his footwork is far too complex for any six year old to have perfected to that degree.

It takes only a moment for him to connect the dots. This must be Eden Seong, the student Beth-Anne often talks about with such adoration and pride. Korean-Canadian, tiny, feisty, and overflowing with talent… Suddenly, it makes sense why everyone refers to him as ‘little Eden’ and why he gets so much praise.

“Dammit!” Beth-Anne mutters. “I’m going to have a word with that cousin.”

Nikolai looks up toward the benches and notices another boy, this one probably around sixteen or seventeen, with the same delicate features as the younger one. He's bundled in a huge parka and cradling a takeaway cup between his mittened hands, and he looks unhappy. He appears to be shouting something at the smaller boy, but from behind the wall, it’s hard to tell.

Nikolai’s attention is off the child for no more than three seconds, but in that sliver of time, Beth-Anne lets out an exclamation of “Shit!” and almost simultaneously sets their two metal travel mugs and her skate bag on the floor. Beth-Anne is already pushing her way through the door to the rink area when Nikolai sees that the little boy is now sitting on his bum on the ice, legs splayed out in front of him.

Nikolai hurries to catch up with Beth-Anne, cursing under his breath because at this point his crutches are slowing him down rather than helping him. He abandons them by the door and limps as fast as he can to the gate that leads to the ice surface.

Beth-Anne is already practically running across the ice. "Eden, are you okay? What happened?"

The little boy — Eden — scrambles to his feet and skates directly into Beth-Anne’s waiting arms. Almost immediately, he begins to sob for all he’s worth. He wails, "Everything is awful!"

Nikolai frowns. Not that most of the figure skaters he’s acquainted with, including himself, are known for being particularly mellow, but this level of dramatic behaviour seems like an overreaction to a simple fall. He glances up at the teenager in the stands again. The older boy is scowling with his entire face, his features pinched with anger or embarrassment, or both.

He realizes something must’ve happened before he and Beth-Anne arrived, and what he’s seeing now is Eden’s breaking point.

"I wouldn't go that far," Beth-Anne is saying to her little student. "Everything can't be awful. There's got to be something that isn't."

"No... everything,” Eden says.

"Are you sure?" she asks. “What about grilled cheese? And ballet?"

Eden pauses, considering her words. He sniffles loudly and concedes, "No."

"There. You’re not awful either, and I’m reasonbly sure I’m not. So, everything's not awful. Just certain things."

"Yeah, I guess,” he says.

"Can you tell me why you're crying?" she inquires. “Did you hurt yourself?”

“No,” he tells her. “It’s just… I hardly ever fall down. I lost my balance, and it was stupid ‘cause I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Everyone falls down sometimes. It’s okay. As long as you’re not hurt, that’s what’s important.”

Eden shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it does,” Beth-Anne says.

“No, it doesn’t. Even if I hurt myself really bad and I could never skate again, it wouldn’t make any difference. Maybe it’d even be better that way, ‘cause then I’d have an actual reason to stop.” More tears spill down his pale cheeks, and he wipes at them aggressively. "It wouldn’t just be because my parents don’t want me to skate any more. They said I have to stop after this month, and it’s not fair.”

“I know,” Beth-Anne says gently. “I’ve talked to your parents, and I've been thinking a lot about that.”

"Really? Can you fix it? Can you talk to them again and make them change their minds?”

“No one can make anybody change their mind, you know. Every person is in charge of their own actions and their own feelings. I can try to convince them, but at the end of the day, what happens will be up to them."

“But, what about my feelings?” Eden protests. “I love skating. I don’t ever want to stop, but all my parents care about is liabilities, whatever that is. They don’t care how I feel.”

“I think they do,” Beth-Anne assures him. “But, they’re worried about you. They don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Then, I should never do anything ever again. I should never ride my bike or run on the stairs or walk on the sidewalk in my bare feet or play tag with Charlie and Sadie. I accidentally got hurt doing all that stuff.”

“Have you tried telling that to your parents?”

“No, but it wouldn’t do any good if I did.”

“You might be surprised,” Beth-Anne tells him.

“We shouldn’t even have to talk about it,” Eden says. He pulls back from his coach and looks her straight in the face. “I’m good at skating. Like, really good, and it’s my favourite thing in the whole world, and everybody knows that. Why would anybody want to take away somebody’s favourite thing that they’re really good at? That’s just… not right.”

"Hmm..." Beth-Anne lets go of him and straightens up. "You know what I think?”

“What?”

“That’s a very grown up way to express yourself. I think, instead of acting like you did last time when your mother came to get you, you should explain it to your parents the way you just did to me.”

"I was so mad," Eden says. "I couldn't help it."

"Really? Some invisible force of nature just pulled you to the ice and made you scream like a toddler?"

"No, but—"

"Remember what I just said? Each person is in charge of their own feelings and actions. That means we get to choose how we respond to things, and sometimes the choices we make help us get our point across a lot better."

"What do you mean?"

"If you were having an argument with one of your friends, would you listen to him more if he yelled and threw a tantrum, or if he just calmly explained his side of it?"

"Calm," Eden says. "I don't like it when people yell."

"Most people don't like that," Beth-Anne says. "I'll bet your mother didn't like it very much the other day."

"She said I made a scene." Eden looks down at his feet. "And she said she didn't want to hear me saying anything else about skating that day."

"Well, today's a new day, and you've already learned something useful, haven't you?"

Eden nods. "Yeah. Only babies get their way by screaming. Kids my age kinda have to act more like grownups to win the argument."

Beth-Anne laughs. "I might not have put it quite that way, but you've got the idea. If you want me to, I'll talk to your parents again, but I want you to talk to them about it as well. Do you think you can do that?"

"Yeah," Eden says. "As long as you tell them I want to have a grown up conversation first."

"I'll definitely do that for you."

"I'm gonna tell them what I told you, but should I also say I want to start competing in Novice division next season, too?”

“Yes, you can tell them that, but let’s concentrate on keeping you skating first, okay?”

“And getting out of group classes and having more individual sessions?” he persists.

“Yes, but let’s go one step at a time. Stay in the program first, and then we’ll worry about the other stuff,” Beth-Anne says. “For what it’s worth though, I do think you've outgrown group classes. If you want to skate competitively, you should have individual coaching all the time."

"Will you do it?" Eden asks. The prospect of skating competitively seems to have distracted him from his earlier emotional outburst, and Nikolai finds himself smiling slightly. Eden reminds him of himself with his single-minded passion for the sport and for reaching the top. "I want to keep skating and maybe even get to the Olympics some day, and if you were my coach, that'd be awesome."

"I'll be your coach for the next couple of years, if that's what you and your parents want," Beth-Anne says. "When you're ready for Junior division, you might need somebody who can give you more time and attention."

"Somebody?" he echoes, sounding a little incredulous, as if he can't possibly imagine not having Beth-Anne as his coach. "Like who?"

"We'll have plenty of time to work that out, but maybe this guy over here." Beth-Anne turns and waves her hand in the direction of Nikolai, who’s leaning against the open gate to take some weight off his leg. She beckons him to come and join them. "You know, if he learns everything I'm going to teach him about coaching, and if the two of you can get along."

“Is he nice?” Eden asks, as Nikolai starts to pick his way carefully across the ice. "And he can't work with me unless he likes hugs, 'cause you know I'm a hugger."

“He’s amazingly nice,” Beth-Anne says. “A little headstrong sometimes, but he’s great guy and he’s just as obsessed with skating as you are. That should make him a good match for you, and…” she cuts the sentence short to admonish, “Nikolai, take your time! And where are your crutches?”

“Over there,” Nikolai says vaguely. He slides a bit as he stops beside Beth-Anne. “They were getting annoying, and I can put weight on my leg now, so…”

Beth-Anne makes an exasperated noise. “See what I mean? Headstrong as fu—"

“Fudge,” Nikolai interrupts her.

Eden seems not to notice the slip. He’s too occupied with scrutinizing Nikolai. "Can you be a coach? Do you even know enough about skating?"

"Oh, I might know a thing or two,” Nikolai says, doing his best to keep his amusement off his face. “I’ve won a few medals, even.”

Beth-Anne smiles. "Eden, this is Nikolai Pavlenko. He won gold at Worlds last season." She gestures at Eden and continues, "Nik, meet Eden Seong."

Eden scrunches his brow in concentration as he studies him. "But, you kinda don’t look like Nikolai Pavlenko, though? My parents let me stay up to watch a bunch of stuff from Worlds last season. I watched your free skate, but you look a lot different than you did when I saw you on TV."

Nikolai strokes his chin. "Maybe it's the beard. It's new."

He doesn’t mention that his beard is a result of him having been too depressed to bother with shaving. By the time he felt well enough to care about his appearance again, he decided he actually liked the beard and opted to keep it. He hadn’t been aware that it had altered his recognizability that much, but then again, he’s used to his own face in the mirror. He’d never not recognize himself, but that doesn’t necessarily mean other people would instantly know it was him.

"I like it,” Eden says. “You think I can grow one someday?"

"Probably when you're older," Nikolai replies.

"I'd look cool with a beard." Eden strokes his own chin like he’s trying to imagine himself older and with facial hair. "If you were my coach, could you teach me to do quads? You make them look so easy."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," Beth-Anne says. "You can't even do a triple yet."

"Yes, I can!" Eden retorts, and then quickly claps a hand over his mouth. "Um, I mean... Triple? What's that?"

Recalling the tidbit of allegedly secret information he’d heard from Marek a few days earlier, Nikolai laughs out loud. "Oh, I already like you."

Really?" Eden says.

"Beth-Anne, remember the back flip?" Nikolai says.

"Oh, lord..." Beth-Anne groans. "Don't give him ideas."

"Back flip?" Eden inquires. "What back flip?"

"Never mind, Eden," says Beth-Anne. "Forget you heard that."

"Can you really do a triple, Eden?" Nikolai asks.

Eden suddenly has the stereotypical ‘deer in the headlights’ expression, as if he doesn't know how to answer this question without getting in trouble with his coach. He glances at Beth-Anne, clearly trying to gauge her reaction. “Um… maybe?”

Beth-Anne shrugs. "If you can, you can. Never mind that I told you not to try it."

"I can," Eden confesses. "A triple toe loop."

"You don't become a champion without taking risks," says Nikolai. "You told me that, Beth-Anne. Remember?"

"You were my first student. What did I know back then?" she says.

“I think Uncle Stan told you the same thing, didn’t he?”

“Motivational bullshit.”

"Eden, how old are you?" Nikolai wants to know. "You're starting Novice next season, so ten or eleven, right?"

"I'm gonna be eleven in May," Eden answers. “May twenty-third.”

"And you can do a triple already. Nice." Nikolai meets Beth-Anne's gaze. "Can he show me?"

Beth-Anne spreads her hands. "Does it look like I could stop him?"

"You really wanna see it?" Eden says eagerly. "I promise, it’ll be good."

"I'm sure it will," says Nikolai.

"Beth-Anne, can I show him right now?"

Beth-Anne nods toward the center of the ice. "You might as well go for it. Move a few of those cones first."

Eden looks excited by this new turn of events. He grins at his cousin in the stands and gives him a cheeky thumbs up before skating away from Nikolai and Beth-Anne, and then pushing the orange cones off to the side, one by one.

Nikolai can’t look away as Eden skates around, building up momentum. The kid may be small, but that little body is packed with strength and kinetic energy. It’s not only pure power, either. He moves with a precision that surprises Nikolai; refined, graceful and disciplined.

The kid has talent, and if he's already this advanced at ten, who knows what he might be capable of in the future?

Nikolai can predict the exact moment when Eden is about to jump. He counts the rotations.

One… two… three.

Yes!

The landing isn’t the greatest, but Eden doesn't fall or stumble as he touches down. Nikolai exhales. He’d been so invested in silently cheering for the boy’s success, he hadn’t been aware he’d stopped breathing while Eden was in the air. Now that Eden’s blades are back on the ice, Nikolai allows himself to cheer out loud.

Beside him, Beth-Anne sounds like she might’ve been holding her breath too. She visibly relaxes as she calls out, “Well done, Eden!”

Eden skates back to them and more or less tackles Beth-Anne in his effort to hug her. Understandably exhilarated from what he's just done, he exclaims, "Did you like it? Was I awesome?"

"Yes, you were awesome, sweetheart," she says. "I'm not letting you do that again for a while though, understand? You're brilliant, but it's not a good idea to rush you along. There'll be time to work on triples and quads when you're really ready, okay?"

He acquiesces. “Okay."

"All right. Your friends are going to start showing up for class soon, so we need to put the cones back. I'm going to grab my skates and put them on, and then I'll help you set the cones up. Sound good?"

"Sounds good," Eden agrees. He turns to Nikolai. "So...? Was I super amazingly awesome or what?"

"I've never seen anyone like you," Nikolai tells him honestly.

"You think I could be in the Olympics?"

"Maybe."

"That's my dream."

"I'll tell you what," Nikolai says. "Let's both agree that we're going to work really hard to learn everything we can and to be the best we can be. Then, when we're both ready, maybe we'll work on achieving that dream of yours together."

"So, does that mean you'd really want to be my coach?" Eden asks.

"We can't know the future, so I'm not going to promise anything," Nikolai says. "But if everything goes the way we want it to for the next year or so, and we get to know each other better, then yes. Some day, I think I'd really like to be your coach."

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