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borderland-ranger · 2 years

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New profile pic from my recent photoshoot! I’m very excited for the Weekend Warrior event approaching this month, it’s been so much work for so long to get ready for this. Two and a half years now of working on the ranger outfit, and the camping gear. While some of it was purchased, and most of those pieces have been altered and distressed, much of it all has been made from scratch. There’s so many things I had to learn to get this far, learning how to make arrows, archery targets, beeswaxing canvas, learning leatherworking, so much hand-stitching, and more. And I’ve documented much of it all as work in progress stuff, and photographed projects as I’ve finished them. So it’s now kind of surreal that I finally have photos of myself in it all, and knowing that I’ll be among a large number of other Rangers in great looking kits, all working together. Camping together, and exploring atop a mountain ridge, working as a structured force broken into squads with assignments, with a command tent and quests. It’s great going out and getting pics and video, but it can be lonely. Excited to meet the rest of the Rangers of Olaran. Photography by @dosalmasmedia: https://www.instagram.com/dosalmasmedia/ https://www.facebook.com/Dos-Almas-Media-100273485922050

#ranger #rangers #rangersofolaran #rangercore #fantasy #cosplay #costuming #larp #weekendwarrior #fellandfair

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terrorpenned · 9 months

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some collins siblings academia things:

as a boy, Roger was sent to boarding school at Phillips Exter Academy in New Hampshire. He was admitted to Yale, but was stopped from going with the onset of WWII (naturally, he had no intention of serving and managed to get out of the draft on account of his physical insufficiency and occasional homosexual tendencies). Instead, he returned home for a short while, and played reluctant assistant to his father and older sister while the US government's commandeered many of the Collins fishing trawlers for coastal service in the mosquito fleet.

At Yale, he belonged to Branford College "the oldest and most beautiful" of the residential colleges, where he studied business (as opposed to the liberal arts, which he would have preferred). In most respects, he embodied the Branford mien: "Chauncey Tinker commented that Saybrook was like an anthill, but Branford was like an oyster bed. In records of the time, the main thing that stands out about Branford is the lack of activity among its students, and lack of encouragement of activity on the part of Master Mendell, who commented that oyster beds produce pearls."

While at Yale, Roger dabbled in intramural fencing and polo, and as an upperclassman was tapped into Wolf's Head. he tended to frequent the docks as well as the armory, sailing recreationally with friends on many a weekend out to an island in the St. Lawrence river. his longtime Best Friend swam for the college; but the boy drowned, with his society pin still in his mouth. The incident put Roger off swimming permanently, though he would continue to have a fondness for the water - sailing, and fishing, and walks along the shore - the rest of his life.

Elizabeth, in contrast, was kept at home as a girl, but enjoyed the luxury of private tutors and governesses so that she was adequately prepared when she went off to Vassar, where she majored in economics (under Mabel Newcomer, who included sociology and anthropology within the curriculum) with a minor in architecture. her academics were stellar, and she was admitted into Phi Beta Kappa as a senior; she gives money regularly to her alma mater and to the society well into old age, though financial stress on the family has prohibited a donation large enough to see “Collins” written anywhere on campus.

Elizabeth was a member of her class archery team during most of her course of study, and was known to both swim and skate in Vassar lake depending on the season. while not a member herself, she tended to hang around the rowing team practices and enjoy the scenery. she frequented parties and hosted many, and was known as one of the best dancers in her year. she was a regular patron of arts, dramatic, and literary societies on campus: her contributions included a position as secretary to a literary magazine, and exhibition curation for both the department and student arts organizations.

unlike many of her pacifist classmates, Liz supported the US entering WWII. though she was never particularly outspoken politically, she helped ensure that the Collins enterprises, and Collinsport, were put to full use to the cause when she left school. (Which proved to be mutually beneficial: the money from the navy lined the Collins family purse, and vitalized the town economy)

#forgot to post this one whoopsies #hc dump.#roger collins.#elizabeth collins stoddard.

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silver-blooded-synthetics · 1 year

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-- CHARACTER OUTLINE

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : Alma Graves

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒) : none

#dash games #oc alma

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queenofthedisneyverse · 1 year

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Opposites attract au(movie version) - Felix's family

As we all know, Abuela Anini and Abuelo Felix the first

75 years old

Anini is the sweetest and funniest woman you could ever meet.

Her jokes can make you laugh long and hard for a long time, just ask her family.

She's the kind of woman that's easy to talk to and she's really great with advice.

Ani loves to paint and make jewelry, she's the number 1 goldsmith in her side of town. Don't be fooled by her age she can make rings, tiaras, bracelets, and crowns in one week. 2 weeks if the deadline is far away.

Her painting skills are amazing and she's willing to teach you some of her skills if asked.

She deeply despises Alma and if she ever sees her it's going to be a WWE match. She knows self-defense so Alma will be fighting for her life...literally.

Ani can also play the guitar and the harp, the only ones who know this is her family. Dolores showed interest in the harp and guitar so she taught her how to play them.

She can make the best pan dulce in the world, or to her family at least. Others can agree though, she owns her very own bakery and one of the top-selling things is her pan dulce. It will make you smile with just one bite.

75 years old

Abuelo Felix(or Abuelo Feli) is the kindest and happiest man you could ever meet.

You can tell where Felix got his looks from.

He can tell when someone is upset and he will try to make them happy the best he can.

Feli loves to play the Tuba and he usually helps the town's band for festivals and such.

He owns a dance studio and helps people of all ages learn how to groove.

Did I mention this man loves parties? yeah, he loves parties. He mostly helps with planning holidays, birthdays, quinceaneras, quinceaneros, etc. He just loves planning special occasions and family get-to-together in general.

Feli doesn't have any respect for Alma, he would have never thought she would put so much pressure on her children AND grandchildren. Knowing that kind of makes Feli feels bad for Alma's children and grandchildren.

Felix's Brother Maceo, sister-in-law Sophia, and their children Bijou, Chantale, and Jaun

43 years old(bottom man on the right)

Maceo is just the same as the rest of his family Happy, kind, & funny. But he's a little more on the shyer side.

He took up goldsmithing like his mama and works at her bakery as well.

Maceo can see when something wrong with someone and he knew there was something up with the madrigal family from the start.

He agreed to keep the madrigal name far away from the Arcoíris mouth as long as Bruno never mentioned it.

Maceo is the type of guy who hangs in the corner at parties, he can dance extremely well it's just that parties aren't his thing. He also tends to have sensory overload so there's only so much the guy can take.

When he learned Dolores had sensory issues due to her gift, he made her special earmuffs to help her through.

His favorite activity is sewing and making up new clothing designs.

Fun fact, he made Dolores's, Camilo's, Bijou's, and Chantale's quinceanera dresses.

45 years old

Sophia is a very sweet but strict woman.

She mostly keeps to herself but will come out for pleasantries if she wants to.

Her tough aura makes people unsure of her and it's very hard to make her smile.

She's the author of many books in the category of romance, horror, mystery, and fantasy.

she cannot cook to save her life and she's thankful for her husband Maceo.

She knows every survival tactic known to man "just in case".

Very good at archery and knife throwing.

Sophia knows about the madrigals but she has a hard time believing in magical gifts.

She's a realist if you can't tell

14 years old

Chantale is much like her parents except she doesn't have the stoic look and tough aura like her mother.

She's very sweet and quiet, and she prefers reading and science more than outdoor activities.

Chanti speaks her mind pretty often and doesn't have many friends because of it.

She loves engineering and hopes to make many aircraft and transportation machines when she gets older.

Chanti is what you would call the steampunk girl. She has many gadgets and gizmos in her room & in the house that serve some sort of purpose.

All the steam she uses for her inventions is made from plants, globing warming was a thing in the 1950s and she hated it.

Chanti also loves insects, she shares this love with her primo Antonio who loves animals.

whenever there's a new animal book she brings it back home to share it with Tonito.

Chanti knows nothing of the madrigals but she is curious as to why Bruno never talks about his family.

12 years old

Bijou is the 2nd "goth" of the family. She's dark and broody and she will punch you.

All she reads is dark fantasy and won't miss a chance to scare her younger cousins and little brother with monster stories. Sophia had to remove all dark fantasy from her home because of it but Jou still finds a way to read it.

She's also the trickster of the family and won't pass up pranking her family with Camilo.

Her standoffish and tough aura makes people scared of her and she loves it.

In reality, she's just as kind and sweet as her family but not even god himself will get that out of her.

Her kindness is rare, she will only help someone if they most certainly need help.

She doesn't know about the madrigals and quite frankly she doesn't care to know about Bruno's family. It doesn't even cross her mind.

She and Bruno don't talk much, it's not her fault though, her colors remind Bruno of Alma so he tries to dodge her any way he can.

When she gets older she wants to be a special FX makeup artist and an actress.

5 years old

Juan is a confident and outgoing boy.

He loves dinosaurs and will tell you about every single kind there is.

Juan sees his younger cousins as siblings because they are so close in age

He's scared of his sister Bijou and his older cousin Bruno Jr "their creepy and scary" he says.

He's very truthful like his older sister, but unlike her, he's a little cuter about it.

He likes to paint, and his room is filled with paper, crayons, acrylics, colored pencils, etc.

He's also currently learning how to play the guitar like his prima, he's being taught it by his Abuela of course.

Juan is a momma's boy, that's all.

that's all for now, if you have any questions my asks are open.

#opposites attract au #felix encanto #dolores encanto #camilo encanto #antonio encanto #encanto au #my asks are open #bruno encanto

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loominggaia · 11 months

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(This may be the stupidess thing i asked)

What if the FGG meets the merciless Amazons?

I think that's a fun question! (The Merciless Amazons are Chey's Looming Gaia OCs, check them out!)

I'm not super familiar with their personalities, but I do know that Alma and Rynna were Kelvingyard slaves, so I feel like Elska and them would have a lot to talk about. Something tells me Elska and Rynna would be great friends.

Of course Evan and Eleanor would want to catch up, being family and all, and I imagine Eleanor's interest in magic would concern Evan. "Commoners weren't meant to do these things," he'd tell her. But if Eleanor is an Atlas, then she's stubborn as the day is long and she's gonna do what she's gonna do.

Lukas and Alma could practice archery together. Lukas would probably have a big fat crush on her.

Isaac would keep asking annoying questions about Themis' eye until Jeimos told him to stop being rude and go play outside. Then he and Chey could wreak havoc in the skies together. I think Isaac and Chey would bond because the FGG told Chey she was too "small and weak" to join them, and Isaac can relate because they don't let him do more dangerous contracts with them. Chey and Isaac could have their own adventures together...and probably get themselves in trouble and have to be rescued anyway.

The crew would have to convince Elska that Themis is a nice cyclops and beg her not to start shit with her.

Alaine and Glenvar would try to convince Aine to brew some drugs for them.

If you have any more ideas send 'em on over, I'd love to share them!

Questions/Comments?

Lore Masterpost

#ask #askmeta #askliterature #askfanocs

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stupsi6565 · 1 year

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My Call of Duty OC

I've made an Cod OC a whole back and if wanted to post it :)

Also if you want to read the back story here:

Till the age of 3 he was an only child and then his younger brother (Miika) arrived. At first, he was really happy to have a brother, but then it started to go downhill. Through the years he noticed more and more that he wasn’t the favourite child, more the other way around.

When he turned 6, he really got to know what it’s like to be forgotten, his parents forgot his birthday. At the same time, he meets his childhood best friend named Leo, he lived a couple houses down his street. His family moved in a few weeks before his birthday.

Leo and Finn met on the old playground in that street, they played together and since then they would always meet each other there and play (they grew closer every day).

(In primary school he hasn’t had any friends, just outside of school; Leo and Alma (met them at an ice-cream store after first grade and lives next to Leo)).

At the age of 8, Finn and his family (mother; Eliisa, father; Rikkard and his younger brother; Miika) went on a summer holiday trip, they were going camping. They were in northern Finland and spend there a week, it was in the middle of nowhere, but it was an official camping spot. After the week was over, his parents left him there, the packed their stuff in the early morning and left Finn sleeping in his tent. His brother asked about him, of course, but they could not give his brother a straight answer.

Finn surely panicked and cried out for help; however, nobody was around. He remembered that one gas station on their way up there and stared to pack a few things and made his way to the “main road”. He eventually found his way there after 2 days or so, and the worker there mediately called the police, she was also really nice and gave him water and food and finally the police arrived and took him home (he knew his address).

His parents then had problems with the police and government (youth welfare office) and all that, Finn was too young to understand any of that still his parents blamed him for this and started to get more abusive than before. His brother Miika (now 5) was glad that he was “save” and home, the always had a better relation than Finn to their parents.

As soon as he was in middle school, he started to realize what had happened back then and all the things his parents do that aren’t normal to others. He made a few new friends but not really close ones. He still had Leo and Alma the were his family as he called them now, and they would still hang out as much as possible.

At 15 his self-questioning began and he struggled to find himself. He did out himself as Bisexual first but then came to terms as Pansexual. A little later he questioned his gender (he/they – Demiboy) but didn’t really say anything about it (his Parents found another reason to hat him, his brother and friends support him).

At age 16 he moved to his (trans)-uncle Jack in Turku and got a part time job as a salesman in a bookstore nearby. He still was friends with Alma and Leo and he would text and call them as much as possible, also Alma and Leo were in a relationship by now. He was happy because now he knew someone who was in the same community and also outed himself to his uncle (who was veryyyy supportive and took him to his first pride pared in Turku, he too bought him his first pride flag).

Finn also found out he was demi-aro/ace, through a failed relationship.

With 18 he joined the military, because he needed money and his uncle was struggling himself financially. Jack had to ask him to leave his apartment and find his own. He thought that joining the military was the best way to get enough money for him and maybe help his uncle out a bit.

At the beginning it was really hard for him, since he didn’t do much sports. His hobby was archery, he joined a club when he was 16. Other than that, he hasn’t done much, he was a few times at the gym otherwise nothing. He was one of the best in basic training (About 10 weeks) and met George when he was moved to Austria. He was moved a lot in his first years, but always with his training group (Where George was there).

He went on a lot of missions and sometimes beryl got out alive, as result George would always teaching Him a Lesson and joke about it after a few weeks.

At 24 he got to join the 141 …

(George is the OC of my friend)

I know it's not perfect, because English is not my first language and I'm not that good at writing, but I hope you can enjoy it.

#cod #cod mw2 #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #oc #oc artwork #my oc shit #my oc drawing #backstory #hope you like this!#again idk how to use tumbler #idk what to tag this as #idk what im doin lol #idk how to tag stuff

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lothrilzul · 1 year

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My most picked Dragon Age parties in my first worldstate:

Origins

Emerencia Cousland - shield and sword (champion, templar)

Alistair - shield and sword (champion, templar)

Leliana - archery, party buffer (bard)

Wynne - spirit healer, party buffer (spirit healer, arcane fighter)

Awakening

Emerencia - sword and shield (+berserker)

Justice - two handed sword (champion)

Nathaniel - archery, courtesy (ranger)

Anders - spirit healer, revive specialist (meow!) (spirit healer only)

Kirkwall

Alma - dual wielding daggers

Varric - ranged DPS, banter supreme (100% friend)

Anders - spirit healer, brutally nerfed (no cat?!) (100% friend)

Fenris - pure rage, I mean two handed of course (100% friend)

Inquisition

Tünde - lightning and fire mage

Blackwall - sword and shield (vanguard)

Cassandra - sword and shield

Varric - ranged DPS, grounding reason (Bianca)

#;;I'll check their specializations but I'd need to fire up 3 games

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newhetaliafan · 1 year

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Hetalia and Encanto Hunger Games

As the tributes stand on their podiums, the horn sounds.

Antonio runs away from the Cornucopia.

Canada finds a canteen full of water.

Sealand and Romano fight Greece and Bruno. Greece and Bruno survive.

England runs away from the Cornucopia.

Alma runs away from the Cornucopia.

Pedro runs away from the Cornucopia.

Mirabel runs away from the Cornucopia.

Germany grabs a jar of fishing bait while Dolores gets fishing gear.

Prussia stabs Félix with a tree branch.

Pepa runs away from the Cornucopia.

Hungary takes a sickle from inside the cornucopia.

Switzerland runs away from the Cornucopia.

France gathers as much food as he can.

Agustín runs away from the Cornucopia.

Italy runs away from the Cornucopia.

Julieta, Camilo, America, and Isabela share everything they gathered before running.

Italy and England split up to search for resources.

Greece is pricked by thorns while picking berries.

Pedro repeatedly stabs France to death with sais.

Mirabel practices her archery.

Alma receives a hatchet from an unknown sponsor.

Isabela, Switzerland , Bruno, Prussia, and Dolores hunt for other tributes.

Camilo, Pepa, and Antonio hunt for other tributes.

America diverts Julieta's attention and runs away.

Germany stalks Agustín .

Hungary steals from Canada while he isn't looking.

4 cannon shots can be heard in the distance.

Sealand

District 8

Romano

District 6

Félix

District 11

France

District 2

Prussia tries to treat his infection.

Julieta, Greece, Pedro, and Canada tell each other ghost stories to lighten the mood.

Agustín tries to sing himself to sleep.

Dolores attempts to start a fire, but is unsuccessful.

Italy receives an explosive from an unknown sponsor.

Hungary passes out from exhaustion.

Germany tries to treat his infection.

Mirabel cooks her food before putting her fire out.

Camilo sets an explosive off, killing Antonio , and England .

Switzerland and Bruno hold hands.

Isabela, Alma, America, and Pepa sleep in shifts.

Switzerland makes a wooden spear.

Hungary camouflauges herself in the bushes.

Camilo camouflauges himself in the bushes.

Italy overhears Prussia and Mirabel talking in the distance.

Isabela chases Dolores .

Agustín overhears Greece and Pepa talking in the distance.

Pedro is pricked by thorns while picking berries.

Bruno dies from hypothermia.

Julieta tries to sleep through the entire day.

Canada searches for firewood.

Alma chases America.

Germany sees smoke rising in the distance, but decides not to investigate.

3 cannon shots can be heard in the distance.

Antonio

District 8

England

District 2

Bruno

District 5

Camilo fends Mirabel, Germany, and Alma away from his fire.

Agustín sets up camp for the night.

Prussia bashes Isabela's head in with a mace.

Julieta is unable to start a fire and sleeps without warmth.

Canada goes to sleep.

Italy screams for help.

Greece, America, Hungary , Switzerland , and Dolores sleep in shifts.

Pedro receives a hatchet from an unknown sponsor.

Pepa tries to sing herself to sleep.

Greece and Mirabel split up to search for resources.

Julieta explores the arena.

America receives an explosive from an unknown sponsor.

Germany sprains his ankle while running away from Switzerland .

Agustín collects fruit from a tree.

Italy picks flowers.

Alma and Hungary fight Pedro and Prussia. Alma and Hungary survive.

Canada, Camilo, Dolores , and Pepa hunt for other tributes.

3 cannon shots can be heard in the distance.

Isabela

District 7

Pedro

District 10

Prussia

District 12

Agustín and Julieta sleep in shifts.

Germany and Alma talk about the tributes still alive.

Greece receives a hatchet from an unknown sponsor.

Italy receives fresh food from an unknown sponsor.

Hungary , Mirabel, and Camilo start fighting, but Mirabel runs away as Hungary kills Camilo.

Canada receives medical supplies from an unknown sponsor.

Switzerland kills Pepa with her own weapon.

America falls into a pit and dies.

Dolores dies from hunger.

Mirabel makes a wooden spear.

Greece shoots a poisonous blow dart into Italy 's neck, slowly killing him.

Alma stalks Agustín .

Canada cannot handle the circumstances and commits suicide.

Switzerland travels to higher ground.

Germany fishes.

Hungary and Julieta hunt for other tributes.

6 cannon shots can be heard in the distance.

Camilo

District 9

Pepa

District 4

America

District 1

Dolores

District 7

Italy

District 3

Canada

District 1

Mirabel dies from thirst.

Alma sets up camp for the night.

Hungary fends Germany, Greece, and Switzerland away from her fire.

Julieta tries to treat her infection.

Agustín goes to sleep

The cornucopia is replenished with food, supplies, weapons, and memoirs from the tributes' families.

Greece and Switzerland decide to work together to get more supplies.

Agustín bashes Alma's head in with a mace.

Julieta bashes Germany's head in with a mace.

Hungary accidently steps on a landmine.

Switzerland kills Agustín for his supplies.

Greece collects fruit from a tree.

Julieta tries to sleep through the entire day

5 cannon shots can be heard in the distance.

Mirabel

District 6

Alma

District 5

Germany

District 3

Hungary

District 11

Agustín

District 12

Switzerland and Greece tell stories about themselves to each other.

Julieta goes to sleep.

Switzerland thinks about home.

Greece receives an explosive from an unknown sponsor.

Julieta goes hunting

A tsunami rolls into the the arena.

Julieta survives.

Switzerland holds Greece underwater to drown.

1 cannon shot can be heard in the distance.

Greece

District 9

Julieta kills Switzerland with his own weapon.

The winner is Julieta from District 4!

Greece and Bruno teaming up at the start. Weird pair but I can see it.

Love how Italy screamed for help and then picked flowers! lol

Also America just falling into a pit and dying, oof!

Can't believe Julieta killed Germany and later Switzerland to steal the win. That's some strength.

#Hetalia #Encanto #Hunger Games Simulator

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slyth3rinbab3 · 8 months

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What's In My Bucket List?

What’s on my bucket list? What are the things or dreams I want to accomplish or reach if I were to pass on too soon from a cancer or when I reach end of life care? A bucket list is a list of things you want to do passing on or “kicking the bucket” and each one has his or her own unique bucket list.

Creating a bucket list is one activity a cancer patient undertakes to enhance his or her quality of life he or she hopes to do before “kicking the bucket”.

Sharing a few or several items on my bucket list that I hope to accomplish (I know afew of them might be impossible but I’m still praying I could).

Go and visit Australia (be with my Australian girlfriend in Adelaide)

Dye my hair platinum blonde

Attend a modeling workshop

Try shooting range or archery

Adopt another kitten

Visit my alma mater

Catch up with my best friend and bond with her

Make a fanfic

Visit Wizarding World Of Harry Potter (Universal Studio – Japan)

Own an Instax camera

Watch a live musical play (e.g. Les Miserables)

Give more gifts to Whisky or take him to a trip abroad (especially Australia).

Engage in cosplay events (and dress up like my favorite HP character – Draco Malfoy)

Source: * “62 Inspiring and Exciting Bucket List Ideas For Cancer Patients” from Omni Hospice Care” ; https://omnicarehospice.com/bucket-list-ideas-for-cancer-patients/ * “Writing A Bucket List For The Terminally Ill” from Crossroads Hospice & Pallative Care” ; https://www.crossroadshospice.com/hospice-palliative-care-blog/2019/october/02/writing-a-bucket-list-for-the-terminally-ill/

#bucket list #cancer patient #dying #end of life care

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seasthedayingreece2023 · 1 year

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Hey guys! On our 4th day in Greece, we started our day with a tour of The American College of Greece at the Deree location! This is the alma mater of our amazing guide, Sylvia! The American College of Greece started on 1875! Our campus ambassador, Matina, gave us a through tour of the campus! Our tour started with the career office. In the career office, students can inquire about jobs and internships as well as their major and minor.

We also saw the gym on campus. Inside the gym is the office of athletics. The office of athletics coordinates field trips, camping trips, and other athletic activities. The gym also has a basketball court, volleyball court, tennis courts, and a climbing wall. There is also a gym facility and students have the ability to work with a personal trainer to create workout and nutrition plans. There are also free dance classes, yoga classes, and ping pong. When Sylvia was in undergrad, she enjoyed playing Jenga in the gym facilities!

The campus library has over 500,000 books on site and over 500,000 more online. The library has 10 group study rooms and 8 single study rooms, each with a computer and sound proof walls. There are computers around the library for students to use as well as a help desk and student assistance services which can provide students with a tutor.

There are a variety of speciality buildings around campus. Such as the trading room where accounting, finance, and business students can study the stock market. There is a STEM lab with 3D human body models for physics, biological sciences, chemistry, and mathematics students. There is also an art center, computer lab, and communication building.

The main quarter houses a variety of essential building for students to use. The cafeteria “Food Corner” is a full cafeteria with a coffee cafe. We enjoyed lunch today at the Food Corner! I had pork souvlaki with grilled vegetables! The main quarter also has the student lounge where students can study, hangout, play board games, and even play Playstation! There is also a student affairs office with a variety of clubs, societies, and organizations. The main quarter also hosted the health and wellness center, international student office, study abroad office, and the student success center.

On campus, there is also a church, zen garden, an open theatre and even Starbucks! There is an olympic size track and field and an outdoor pool. Students can join a team to play rugby, soccer, volleyball, archery, water polo, and many more!

At the American College of Greece, all classes are in english and there are a little over 1,000 students! After our tour, we watched a couple presentations and enjoyed a delicious lunch! I thoroughly enjoyed our time at the American College of Greece and I would recommend anyone interested to look into spending a semester studying abroad there.

- Malory Best

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sanguessugax · 1 year

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abaixo você irá encontrar doze (12) conexões e possíveis plots para nataniel miller no qual poderá ficar livre no intuito de escolher. a maioria é para qualquer gênero e alguns tem pequenas especificações:

((vice versa)) : morgana da casa andromeda é uma ótima estudante quando o assunto é cálculo e acaba ajudando nataniel com sua dificuldade na matéria. (any gender/andromeda' student)

((versa vice)) : nataniel ama física teórica e não vê problema em ajudar o estudante da casa andromeda, muse b. (any gender/andromeda' student)

(("pass the dutch")) : zeppelin é o companheiro predileto de nataniel para fumar um baseado no cemitério. um passeio encantador, não acha? (any gender)

((alma gêmea amiga)) : nate conheceu melancholia há anos e a química deu tão certo que as pessoas poderiam confundir amizade com amor romântico. mas almas gêmeas não precisam necessariamente namorar, certo? (any gender)

((nêmeses do rock)) : a banda de muse e é a melhor de todas. porém, não é essa a opinião de nate, o que acaba criando uma rivalidade intensa por algo tão bobo. (any gender)

((bichinho do professor)) : nataniel admira muito muse f e por tanto quer ser como ele quando for beeeem mais velho. academicamente falando. (any gender/teacher)

(("alexa, play bye bye bye by nsync")) : mesmo que tenha vivenciado o lado liberal do rock, nataniel era restrito a sua sexualidade e jamais tinha pensado em algo além de mulheres. até que daemon o fez questionar. (m/m)

((meta de relacionamento!!)) : o vampiro é loucamente apaixonado por muse h e faria qualquer coisa para o mesmo. quando estão juntos chegam a ser insuportáveis de tão invejável e felizes que o casal é. (não decidi o gênero ainda)

((fruity four)) : muse i, muse j, muse k e nataniel são completamente opostos um do outro na personalidade, sexualidade, gostos, etc. o que os uniu foi muse l no qual é o protegido de todos os quatro. (f/f/m/m/m/lgbtq+ character only)

((gatos abandonados)) : nate é guitarrista de uma banda cover com muse m, muse n e muse o; único problema é que eles nunca tocam em público por serem tímidos. (any gender/rock band?)

((pinte-me como uma de suas garotas francesas)) : onde nataniel é o 'muso' inspirador de muse p mesmo com sua beleza exótica. (any gender/nimue' student or teacher)

((tiro ao alvo)) : papoula acaba acertando nate com seu arco e flecha, sendo o começo de uma grande amizade. (any gender/archery club)

plots que estão riscados não estão disponíveis por não me sentir preparada ainda para interagir com eles. plots com nomes estão indisponíveis pois já foi encontrado a conexão. novas conexões serão postadas.

#(☆ — connections.

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We're All Going Home, No One Left Behind - Getting Back to The Revenge

Here's Part 1 <- This is Part 2 of Our Family

Chapter 3/? - - - Read it on AO3

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Word Count : 5,807

Summary : The crew has received some of the worst news they could've ever expected. They have lost one of their own. It changes them in some ways. But they will get back their home. They will board the Revenge again. They will.

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The crew was back on the sea and on something they could actually walk around on, to boot! Thankfully, Buttons’ surprisingly expansive knowledge of boats made for quite a smooth sailing. The evening was nearly nice, too. Swede was wistfully musing some sort of aria that nobody can figure out how he knows, they’ve got a new seagull, Olivia, as Buttons calls her, who has contently perched herself at the helm, and the plentiful storage of food and booze onboard certainly eased some worry.

Of course, it wasn't perfect. When they went under deck to sleep, Stede did need a bit of help figuring out how he was meant to climb into the hammock and not fall right off. He might've been finding his groove as a pirate, but to be fair, he's never slept on anything but a proper mattress. There might've been a few teasing eyes, but his men didn't hold it against him. It took a few minutes and mostly ended with Oluwande keeping the thing steady while Wee John helped him settle onto it. But, by the end of the night, he was safely tucked into it, only slightly concerned about how he was to get out when morning came.

They were wrapped in silence for only a few moments before Stede piped up,” Has anyone ever heard the tale of Robin Hood?”

There were a few shaken heads, so Stede supposed it was a story he knew well enough to tell.

“Well, he was a bit of an outlaw himself. Not so much pirate as us, of course, but he did his own share of rebellion against the crown. He lived in England, under a greedy prince who was taxing the people into starvation. Robin Hood thought that wasn’t right. The people were completely trapped and being taken advantage of. So, he gathered a group called the Merry Men, and they made it their mission to not only steal from the rich but to return that wealth back to the people it’d been taken from. One time, Robin Hood and his second-in-command, Little John, were carefully skulking through the woods, around a line of carriages that were carrying chests full of riches…”

He goes on through as many bits as he can remember; the Sheriff of Nottingham, Prince John, King Richard, Maid Marion; sword fights, skillful archery, tactful thievery, honor, bravery, and true love. Perhaps he was hoping to think of someone who did bad things for good reasons. Someone who had gone to great lengths to help people, even when it broke the rules. Even when it didn’t make sense to everyone… Or perhaps he just should’ve reviewed more of the stories he’d wanted to tell his crew about before Ed had them throw his books overboard. Who's to say?

The night was, otherwise, simple. Nice. Waves were gently rocking the boat, it was a comfortably cool night, and everyone got their story to listen to before bed. And yet, as Stede laid on his back, snuggly held in the hammock’s sling, he couldn't sleep.

He should feel good, right? Not only did they evade danger after danger, but they had a nice boat to continue their journey on, and they had a sure destination in mind. They even got to have a bit of rowdy fun setting fire to both public and private property. It felt like the beginning of a far more authentic piracy. Like a small victory.

It should feel good. But it didn't. It was hollow and laid on everyone like a wet blanket.

Because Lucius was dead. Killed by Ed's own hands. And that changed everything.

If they'd asked him, Stede would say he had no favorite among the crew. That it would be like asking him to pick between Alma and Louis, there's just no way for someone to declare who they love the most when everyone is so dear. But Lucius was special to him. Lucius was the youngest on the crew, and part of Stede thought Lucius understood how new all of it felt to him. He spent so much time with the boy and not just when he was dictating his life through Lucius's hands. Lucius was there for him when they first landed on the Republic of Pirates, he was there when they went treasure hunting, and Lucius showed up at his bedside the morning Ed left. Lucius had been there for Stede through so much of him discovering who he was. And Stede saw a lot of himself in Lucius. He saw a lot of his own children in Lucius. Lucius was probably the crew member Stede felt the most responsibility for, like the person he most needed to keep safe. And Stede left him. He left him alone on The Revenge and now that he was trying to get everything back... it was too late. Ed killed Lucius. There wasn't any way to walk that one back.

Were it just an attempted maroon, there would surely be a conversation to be had with Ed, but there would've been no permanent harm done. They could figure it out. Tread lightly until everyone felt better. It would take work, but apologies could be made, and trust reforged. Forgiveness could be granted.

But killing Lucius. Stede didn't even want to think about forgiving him for that. It hurt him too much. It angered him too much. And Stede wasn't alone.

Pete's heart had completely clouded over, as best anyone could tell. He was cold. Blank. The only spark of emotion they’d seen since the restaurant was a small blip of rage when he threw his molotov. He’d watched it crash and burst into flames like he wished for Ed’s face to be the thing it lit ablaze. But since then, he’s been completely empty. Maybe he was trying not to cry. Or maybe he was wrestling with his own thoughts like Stede was.

The captain turned his head towards Pete. He wasn’t in any of the vacant hammocks. He was, instead, just leaning against the wall, staring into a corner away from everyone. Limp. Like he didn’t even feel the wall behind him or the floor under him. Like his body was empty. He was just gone. No one could hope to understand how much he felt. Blackbeard was his hero and one of his favorite people. Whether or not you believed they sailed together, Pete looked up to him so incredibly much. And now, his hero has snuffed out the light of his life. And there wasn’t a single thing he could do about it. He was just stuck on some boat, days away from any sort of answers. He was days away from not only The Revenge but His Revenge, in whatever way he wished to take it.

And they’d no clue what they would face when they did arrive.

If Ed would even still be there. If Ed was a person they even really wanted to see. If there was any hope still for Frenchie and Jim.

The uncertainties were nerve-racking. It was like as soon as they felt like they got their footing, their legs were swept out from under them. But the worries wouldn’t steady them. The worries wouldn’t bring them to answers sooner. The worries served no one. Eventually, Stede slipped into sleep despite them. It wasn’t a restful sleep, but it claimed him all the same, just as it did with all the members aboard the Less-Than-Revenge. All except for Pete. Pete didn’t sleep.

Luckily, where they might’ve been struggling with the emotional situation they’ve all found themselves in, physically the schooner was well-stocked. There was no need to ration the food or worry about their drinking water as they sailed. They merely kept themselves busy. Mopping, straightening out the sails, retying nets, twiddling their fingers. It was an odd manner of time they spent. They were all thinking too much and the absence of Frenchie’s ever-present musical tune made for a very quiet ship. Thankfully, it didn’t last very long.

After only a few days, they had eyes on the Republic again and The Revenge sitting in her harbor. The wooden titan was still as beautiful and magnificent as the day Stede'd been carted away by the English, though the first thing he noticed out of place was the flag. It wasn't any of the four his sweet crew had made, and it wasn't the one of Blackbeard’s he'd recognized from before. This one had a new, bleeding, red heart stitched into it, which was being stabbed. Even though he didn't particularly know what it meant, the design update set a foul feeling in his stomach. He just knew it had something to do with him and what was happening with Ed.

The Revenge was docked next to Ed’s other ship if they had to guess, matching flags and all. Of course, the other vessel was painted in all shades of black. Which caused Stede to nearly thank any sort of god who watches over pirates that they were able to arrive soon enough to save his from the same fate. Her tasteful green accents really were the heart of her charm after all. Though, finding the ship wasn’t even half the battle. Actually getting on the thing and making their way through all the crew and the captain to retake her was the real fight. They had seven of them, which was surely better odds than if it were Stede alone. But they had no idea how many of Blackbeard’s crew would be on The Revenge, how alliances might fall, or what seeing each other would do to Stede and Ed.

He spent nearly every second on the way thinking about it. If it might be sorrowful, full of tears and hugs and somehow, someway, finding something to fix them. If it would be rageful, blood and sweat and clashing swords in a fight to the death for betrayals that cannot be forgiven. If they would even get to meet each other’s eyes before Izzy removed Stede’s head from his shoulders. Maybe there was even some worser fate he couldn’t imagine that would take place. Anything was on the table. This was all completely new territory, as everything so often seemed to be.

“Alright, we’ve found our mark, men. Let’s wade into the dock between some other ships for now. When the sun sets, we’ll come up next to the Revenge on her portside.”

Oluwande asked,“ You’ve got a plan to get into it?”

“I do, indeed. I was quite serious when I said I designed her. And I had my shipwright include a few added features, one of which will allow me to sneak aboard without raising attention. I’ll be careful and bring everyone on once the ship is asleep so we can take it quickly and easily.”

“Even if it’s just Izzy and Ed, that’s when we go.” Pete cuts in with a cold tone.

“Are you sure? Fang and Ivan might not be on our side until we’re the victors, and we don’t know-”

Pete pushes it anyway,“ Even if it’s just Izzy and Ed,” before walking past everyone and back under the deck.

“Alright. In the meantime, we’ll snuggle up between those two vessels there, Buttons.” Stede said with a commanding point,” And once we have the cover of darkness, we’ll maneuver over to execute the plan.”

“Will do, Cap’n” Buttons responds as he steers them further left following Stede’s instruction.

The hours pass by, dauntingly slow. They were finally here. They caught up with it, and it was actually here. Stede didn’t even want to think about what they’d do had they arrived and The Revenge was nowhere in sight. He couldn’t give up on them, but he’d have no clue where to go next if this hadn’t panned out. But instead, they were lucky. By the stars, they were lucky.

Once the night sky closed around them, they moved themselves to settle carefully next to the Revenge. It was slow, terrifying work as the whole plan hinged on the advantage that the element of surprise granted them. If they were spotted, they’d probably lose any chance they had, right then and there. But if some god really was watching out for them, it did its job by keeping the crew’s attention anywhere but the water portside of the ship. They tied their boat to the dock while they got themselves lined up where Stede instructed them to.

And just as Stede said, there was a hidden panel along the hull. Carefully constructed above the waterline and along the grain to keep it camouflaged and accessible. It takes only a little lift to get him into it, and he’s on his way sneaking through one of the many, many passages he’s had woven through the ship's frame. He ends up in the captain’s quarters, carefully tucked inside the wood base under his bed and window. He can’t see anything of his old cabin, but he can hear well enough to catch a mumble of words said before the door is flung open. Enter Izzy and Ed. The first-mate seemed to be fuming about something while the captain tried to brush him away.

“Leave it, Iz.” Ed grunts as he tries to close the door on Izzy, who instead catches it and follows him further.

“You’re joking. Edward, you must be joking me if you think we’re going to-”

“Blackbeard. I am Blackbeard, to even you, Hands.” The voice mutters with a dark timbre,” And we aren’t doing anything. I am doing something. Don’t dare to think you have any say in what I do.”

Izzy corrects himself, but there’s a beat of hesitance,“ Blackbeard… you can’t be serious. To go to-”

“I AM BLACKBEARD! SO I’LL DO WHAT I WANT AND GO WHERE I WANT, ON MY OWN FUCKING SHIP!” he suddenly bursts,” Don’t make the mistake of overestimating your use to me, or you won’t keep your place on it. You don’t get to have thoughts about any of it.”

“But, if this is about-” Izzy argues.

Edward strides with heavy steps into Izzy’s face to yell,“ I AM LEAVING TO RID THE WORLD OF ONE USELESS, UPPITY BITCH- THERE ARE NO ‘BUT’S’ TO ARGUE HERE. ESPECIALLY NONE THAT I’D HEAR FROM YOU!”

As Edward turns around from the man, Izzy tries once more,“ Blackbeard-”

“GET OUT!” he bellows into the far wall where the slam of his fist into it can be heard through the room.

There’s a retreating of steps and a careful shutting of the door. Izzy left, which means it was just Ed, who thought he was alone in the room, and Stede, tucked silently under the boards. There was a moment. A moment where even though there was no sound and no sight of one another, it felt like the air shifted. There was a deep sigh from Ed before he walked from the wall into the middle of the cabin. It didn’t seem like one of frustration. It just sounded tired, worn. Stede followed the sound of boots on floorboards with careful attention. Then he stopped, and Stede didn’t dare to even breathe.

The seconds felt long. Longer than Stede has ever known time to pass by, but there he was, mere feet from the man he was worried he hated, and even more worried he loved. They were only separated by a latched door that he could open and come out of if he wanted to. Was it right of him to want to? To want to stand in the room, to reveal himself as having snuck onto the ship, to ruin the whole plan... for the chance to see Ed?

His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a glass clinking. Ed was nudging at an empty bottle with the toe of his boot, there were more than a few others littered around the room. The fact neither he nor Izzy managed to knock any over was its own sort of miracle. Another sigh escaped Ed before he paced back to the incredibly expensive bed which sat right above Stede. Ed sat onto its edge with a heavy thump as a low groan left his lips. There was the smallest sound of a bottle being picked up off of the mattress, also empty.

There’s a moment where silence falls around them again, and Stede suddenly feels like he’s intruding. Watching something far too personal to be listening in on. The plan was to know when everyone fell asleep, he didn't need to stay there. He could check the other places on the ship, find out how many were on it, and be ready to bring everyone on when the time was right. Yes, he could do that. He should do that. He slowly begins to back out of the end of the underpass he’d set himself up in, carefully making it almost halfway across the cabin when the harsh man in it barks more orders.

“FRENCHIE- BRING ME BOOZE!”

After a few seconds, said man opens the door and steps in, there’s trepidation as he speaks,“ Captain, there is no more on the ship. It’s been drunk through.”

“Then why isn’t there more?”

“You sent three men to get more, they haven’t returned yet…” their voices faded away as Stede got past the cabin floor and was now under the hall.

He pushed open the paneling that allowed him to crawl out of the tunnel system and into the corridor that would lead to the bathroom. The bathroom where the pathway that led above the other cabin was waiting for him. Just as Stede was making it to his feet and closing the hatch behind him, Jim stepped into the hall and sighted him. Their eyes spoke to exhaustion more than bone-deep; it had made a home of their heart. It sat there and got comfortable in the weeks since Stede'd last seen them. It took more than a moment for them to even recognize that they were looking at Stede, frozen against the wall of a ship he’d been missing from for so long. Their eyes widened, about as far as the lids could as their mouth gaped at him. But not a single word was uttered, just speechless shock. Stede let out an awkward smile and probably looked like he was going to try and say something before Jim rushed him, covered his mouth with their hand, and pressed him against the wall in quite an effective hush. A move that had Stede noticing for the first time that he's grown a bit of scruff since he left home and his steady access to a shaving razor. They stared at each other with locked eyes, both of them unsure what to do, when another yell boomed through the wall.

“YOU’LL FLAY THEM FOR BEING LATE!” comes from Ed before the sound of glass smashing. Had he just thrown the empty bottle at Frenchie?

They heard the door to the captain’s quarters open. And a dread of deep worry came over them both, like no matter what they tried they couldn’t possibly get quiet enough to save themselves. Stede squeezed his own eyes shut as Jim tentatively held their position. They prepared for the very worst of outcomes to come slamming into them both: Blackbeard seeing Stede smuggled into his ship, and as bad as he was now, it surely meant for a less than quick death at his hands.

Instead,“ Absolutely, Blackbeard. I’ll be by to clean it up.” says Frenchie as he excused himself and exited the cabin. He walked further down the corridor only to turn the corner and see both of them as they were.

Now, in contrast to Stede, who had full intention of staying mute while on his secret mission, Frenchie was absolutely going to impulsively shout and get their cover blown. His eyes practically lit up and he was already taking in a breath for what was surely going to be some sort of exclamation of excitement for the previous captain’s return. It was a nice thought, if not one that would’ve gotten them all killed at a moment’s notice. So when Jim released Stede to silence Frenchie with a hand over his mouth, it was a fair action. A smart one.

They all silently looked between one another, hidden in the shadows in the far corner under the helm. When it seemed like everyone was going to keep their lips firmly pressed together, Jim slowly lowered their hand from Frenchie’s face. Yet there was so much Stede wanted to say. He wanted to assure them that they weren’t all dead. He wanted to tell them that they’d make The Revenge their home again, no matter the cost. He wanted to tell them that they’d all be safe again soon. As safe as pirates can get anyway. He just wanted to promise them that he’d make it right. He’d do anything to make it right. He wanted to make sure they knew it all.

But when he looks into Jim’s eyes, he can see the only fear he really needs to still. Stede shakes his head no with as much emotion as he can, begging beyond everything else that they know he means Oluwande was alright. Their Oluwande was alright, and they needed to know that. Jim’s eyebrows knit up a bit in the middle, almost like they were scared to hope for it. Because it would hurt far too much if they were wrong. Stede motions for both Jim and Frenchie to follow him against the furthest wall to a window that should get them enough view to spot the schooner cradled tight against The Revenge’s hull. They both nearly press their faces into the glass, taking a moment to look out and crane their vision until they see them. They see them. Oluwande, Wee John, Roach, Buttons, Swede, and Pete... They were all standing so close, watching the hatch Stede was going to pop out of when it was time. Frenchie looked like he was ready to burst out with joy while Jim shakingly let out a deep breath. It must’ve been so terrifying to have been where they were. They were completely alone. Probably thought themselves the only survivors of their family.

Stede goes to place his hands on their shoulders, to try and let them both know they were going to figure it out and make things okay again. But as he was reaching out, another scream rips through the air around them.

“FANG! IVAN! GET THAT ANCHOR UP AND START MOVING!”, says none other than the same man they needed to most avoid.

Jim’s eyes go wide again, and they begin trying to usher Stede back to the floorboard he’d climbed out of. Not that they knew where he could take its passage anyway, but it was obvious they were desperately trying to get him to leave. They wanted him to get off the ship. Why? Stede opened the hatch, as it would actually bring him back to the opening on the hull, and he began to descend into it following Jim’s cue, but it didn’t feel right.

“But-” he started to say, as quietly as he could, before Jim covered his mouth again.

Their lips were pressed into a tight line. There was something they knew that they needed to tell Stede, but they couldn't. He had to get off the ship. Of that, they were sure.

He shook his head to express that he couldn’t. Not when he’d finally gotten back to them and was readying to- Jim sharpened their expression further. This was not something they would negotiate. This was the only option. Stede let his face fall again. He didn't want to accept it. To accept that he couldn’t help them? How could he just leave them on The Revenge again when it obviously wasn’t home like this?

Jim bit their lip, thinking and looking around the hallway they were in while Stede waited. Their eyes landed on Frenchie’s pocket, where the top of a pen could be seen poking out. They quickly swiped it, bringing along a few torn pieces of paper, as well. Each bit was covered in small doodles done by him. They scribbled something on the back of one scrap and shoved it into Stede’s hand before further pushing him into the passage. Stede looked up at them as Jim began to close it. He didn't want to go. But, whatever was happening, it wasn’t something for him to defy right now. So he set his expression and gave one sure nod to them both. He would come back for them. They had to know he would. They nodded in response before shutting the board and leaving Stede to the darkness of the floor. He managed to slip out of The Revenge just before it started to pull away from the dock. He landed back on the schooner with enough time to get everyone hidden in the hold below deck. He still had faith in figuring something out to get them back on The Revenge, and their best chance only stayed that way if none of Blackbeard's crew on the ship spotted them.

After a few minutes of bated breath and something bordering between fear and outrage, they return above deck to see The Revenge sailing off into the horizon followed closely behind by the black one, too. Without any of them on board. Which was, to say the least, not according to plan.

“What happened? We had a strategy so we could get them back. We were supposed to sneak aboard when Ed and Izzy fell asleep and take the whole thing back. You were supposed to get us when they were out!” Oluwande yelled in frustration.

“I know, Oluwande, we’re going to-” Stede tried to calm him before Wee John stepped in.

“Why did we waste time hiding when we should’ve untied the boat and gone after them? Kept up with them.”

Stede tried to explain,“ We didn’t know-”

Oluwande paced down the deck, motioning towards The Revenge as it was becoming little more than a dot in the distance,“ They’re getting away!”

“Something was wrong and I had to get off, but-”

“No!” Pete stood up, fully enraged as tears built in his eyes,” I needed this! I needed to get on there. Tonight. I needed to make them pay tonight!”

“We’ll make a new plan. We will catch up with them again and-”

Pete stomped off at that, returning to the hold alone. All he wanted was his chance at vengeance. It was the only thing keeping him on his feet, the thought that he would get to take Izzy and Blackbeard by their throats and ring them out for Lucius. To kill Blackbeard in some way worse than whatever he did to his love. To kill Izzy for bragging about it. That was the only thing he was able to hold on to. And he was so close. He didn’t care if getting back on The Revenge killed him, he should’ve done it anyway so he could’ve had his chance tonight.

“And if it’s too late?” Wee John asks, sounding defeated,” What if it’s already too late for Jim and Frenchie? Then what?”

Stede turned to John seated on a barrel,“ They’re fine, and they’ll be careful until then.”

“You can’t know that!” Oluwande bursts out.

“I can! I do! I saw them. Both of them! They are fine. Not having much fun right now, everything considered, but they are alright.”

“You’re sure?”

“Absolutely. And I made sure they know we are fine, too. They are going to do everything they can to stay fine while we do everything we can to catch up to them again. But something was happening, and Jim told me to get off the ship.”

Oluwande perked up a bit at their name,“ What was happening? What’d they say?”

“I don’t know. We couldn’t talk, but they slipped me a note.” Stede says, pulling the paper from his pocket where he’d stuffed it during his escape.

“Oh no- it’s just a cat!” Stede says in dismay,” Wait- this is probably just Frenchie’s drawing, Jim wrote on the other side.”

There’s an empty sort of laugh from everyone as he displays the picture and turns it over.

“Alright, now let’s see here… Ah- Jim can’t write!” Stede begins to whine.

“What do you mean they can’t write?” Roach asks with growing fear.

“Well, these are certainly letters, but not one of their arrangements makes for an actual word!” he cries.

The rest of the crew begins to panic as Oluwande asks,“ Is it in Spanish?”

“Oh. I'm not sure.” Stede dried his tearful eyes before adding,” Probably would be, yeah?”

“Yeah, it would be, because Jim reads and writes Spanish.” their partner confirmed.

“Alright, all hope is not lost, men! Oluwande, what’s it say?” he says, sounding triumphant as he holds the piece of paper in front of him.

In a flat tone, he dismissed,“ Well, I can’t read it.”

“But you-” Stede began, just about sounding ready to break from bouncing between all the hope and despair.

“I speak Spanish, yes, but I didn’t have a nun to teach me to read growing up so I could learn the bible as Jim did,” he explained with a shrug.

“Oh no. It’s useless!” Stede sinks, getting ready to throw the paper overboard in his frustration.

“No! No, it isn’t! Stop it!” Oluwande says, grabbing Stede’s arm to keep him from getting rid of the only clue they had.

“Just- just try and sound out the words to me and we’ll figure it out,” he offered, resisting the urge to massage his bridge to stave away a headache.

Stede sniffed back his tears once more,“ Oh, alright. Yeah. We can do that.”

It takes a few minutes, Stede’s intonation just couldn’t be worse, but eventually, Oluwande concludes that it must mean,” We’re taking The Revenge to where you died.”

“To where I died?” Stede wondered aloud,” Wait- they couldn’t- they’re going to Barbados?”

“Is that where you died?” The Swede asked in such concern that no one was really sure if, for a moment, Swede thought Stede had actually passed.

“Is that where you faked your death?” Oluwande corrected.

“I mean, it’s where I faked my whole life…” Stede muttered to the side before looking up at his crew, waiting for his confirmation,” But yes, I also performed my death there, as well”

“Then it sounds like they’re abound for Barbados.” Buttons declares simply before turning around to set their own boat a course after them.

From there, they all gathered themselves around Buttons and Olivia at the helm of the ship as they made way for their newest destination. Roach had gone off muttering something about what sort of feast he would put together once they were back on The Revenge. Everyone was putting in their own requests. Swede was sitting in front of Olivia and asking Buttons questions about her while Wee John was making blind guesses to see if he could get something right. According to Buttons: she’s already twice divorced and newly widowed, has just set the chicks out on their own for the first time since they hatched, and her favorite color is maroon, but as it’s still a sore subject, she didn’t want to bring it up around the crew.

But Oluwande had gone and sat down against the railing of the boat with his legs hanging over the edge. Stede walked over and joined him.

“It’s a lovely night, even though it didn’t go how we wanted it to,” Stede said gently as they looked at the waxing moon overhead.

Oluwande sighed,“ I’m sorry for blowing up on you like that, mate.”

“Nothing to apologize for, Oluwande. You were just worried. I would’ve been, too, if I were in your shoes. Speaking of. Oluwande, are you sure I can’t make you captain again?”

“No. I wasn’t just saying so when I told everyone I don’t want it. I really don't.” he answered simply.

“Why not? It’s an incredible honor. And you’re careful, concentrated, dedicated, resourceful, and very empathetic. You're strong and smart, and everyone respects you and knows what you say is the right idea. You even reeled me back in when I was about to lose it over some Spanish and scribbles.”

“It would be an honor, but…” Oluwande shifts a bit,” I don’t know how else to describe it. I like where I am. I told you long ago that the lot of us aren’t doing this because it’s fun, it’s because we have to. If I were on anyone else’s boat, I might be fine with the responsibility being handed off to me. I might even like the idea. Getting to be in charge of something? Little Wande would’ve never believed it. But here? Now? I like my role. I like our crew just how I fit into it. I’m comfortable. If Jim were here, I’d even be fine to say I was quite happy.”

“So you really never want to be a captain?”

He pulls back his grand statement a bit,“ Well maybe don’t say never. In a while, if you start getting lazy or looking like you’d like to find that so-called retirement, I just might take the spot right out from under you. In one of the most peaceful mutinies the world’s ever seen, of course.”

“Well then, when that day comes, you’ll have my vote.”

“I appreciate that.” he lets out a small chuckle before turning to Stede to seriously ask,“ Was Jim really okay? Or were you just saying that to calm us all down?”

”They looked tired. Not physically, but they looked mentally quite tired.” Stede admits.

“They did?”

“Yes. But they looked better when they saw you.”

“Jim was able to see me?” Oluwande’s whole face brightens at the prospect.

“Yeah, I got Jim and Frenchie to one of the windows where they’d be able to see the boat. They looked better after they saw you all. I know we’ll worry while we try to rejoin them again, but they’re going to be fine. I just know it. And I’ll move heaven and earth if I have to, to make sure we get everyone back together again.”

“Thank you, Captain.” Oluwande sincerely says, and he even seems to breathe a little easier with the assurance.

“Of course, Oluwande.” Stede returns, an unspoken promise hidden in it.

He will do whatever he has to for his crew. If it comes down to… ending Edward. He’s not sure how it’ll feel, but the anger he feels for them makes him think he could do it. If he has to, he will do anything to get them all back to the life they deserve. He will get them back home. He will.

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cyraclove · 3 years

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“I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital” with modern BotW Zelink would be amazing :') (you can choose who gets hit and who visits! it works very well both ways)

Link stared into the windows of the flower display, his eyes traversing the plethora of multicolored blooms for the hundredth time. He’d been standing there for a solid ten or fifteen minutes, the tinny muzak of the hospital’s gift shop threatening to drive him out of his mind. The furled petals of a bouquet of yellow roses shook softly as the refrigerated case’s motor kicked on, looking almost as though they were laughing at him.

He decided against those.

Swallowing hard, he absentmindedly rubbed his palms together as he took stock of his ribbon-bound options yet again.

Sweaty. Why was he so sweaty?

Just pick some, you idiot, barked a voice in his head.

“Excuse me, sir,” said a foreign female voice that startled him from his thoughts, “Do you need some help?”

He turned to see an older, brunette woman with the roundest eyeglasses he had ever seen smiling pleasantly at him, her hands clasped behind her back. ‘Alma’, her nametag read.

He shook his head, scrambling for words. “Oh, uh…no, ma’am,” he stammered, attempting a sorry excuse for a smile, “I’m just…browsing.”

“Are you looking for something specific?” She asked, peering into the cooler. “We have flowers for just about any occasion. Flowers can say a lot just on their own, you know.”

How about some that say, ‘Sorry that I hit you with my car, complete stranger,’ he thought to himself. Link chuckled uncomfortably, knowing that he was definitely going to have to lie to this woman. “I’m here to visit my, er, friend. She was…in a car accident.”

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Alma nodded solemnly, clucking her tongue. “Oh, how terrible. I’m very sorry to hear that. People really can be such careless drivers these days, can’t they?”

“Yes,” he said through his teeth, “they certainly can be.” His eyes were drawn to a bunch of sickeningly pink ‘It’s A Girl!’ balloons, a nearby oscillating fan causing them to bob violently every minute or so. The screech of the colliding mylar made his stomach churn, and he silently wished for death.

“Well,” Alma began, a cool burst of air escaping the display when she opened the door, “I’m sure that we can pick something perfectly lovely that’ll have your friend feeling better in no time.”

The woman pursed her lips as she surveyed the case, humming thoughtfully. She eventually gathered up a bouquet of light blue lilies, their pointed petals tipped with white.

“What do you think of these?” she asked, “We just got them in from Necluda. This variety is called the ‘Silent Princess’, I believe.”

Before he could answer, Link’s phone began to ring, the shrill tone making him jump a bit. He grinned sheepishly at Alma as he fished it from his pocket, groaning inwardly as soon as he glimpsed the screen. Tapping his thumb on the red ‘ignore’ button, he tucked it away.

“Those are great,” he replied, “I’ll take them.”

Alma smiled brightly, motioning for him to follow her the checkout counter. “Excellent,” she chimed, “Can I put them in a vase for you?”

His phone rang again. Link felt his eye twitch.

“Uh, sure. I mean, yes, please.”

“Would you like to add anything else? We have these precious sand seal plushies that would be just ador—”

“Just the flowers will be fine, thank you,” he said, more hurriedly than he’d intended. Snatching his phone from his pocket, he turned away from the counter and held the cell to his ear.

“What do you want?” He hissed.

A jovial cackle came from the other end of the line.

“Well, if it isn’t CHU’s resident asshole.”

Link pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger as he inhaled deeply. This was, decidedly, the last thing he needed right now.

“You called me, Revali,” he snapped, “Do you actually need something, or did you just want to be a dick?”

“You wound me, Link,” the other young man drawled, “Oh, no—wait. I’m not the one who’s wounded, am I?”

Link clenched his jaw, the snip of Alma’s scissors on the flowers’ stems suddenly and inordinately loud. He glanced up at the woman only to have her swiftly look away, feigning focus on her task.

“You’re quite the hot topic on campus,” he heard Revali sigh, “I’m almost envious, what with the way everyone’s got your name in their mouths.”

“Who’s talking about it?”

“Who isn’t talking about it? Link, you hit a woman with your car. In the quad, for the love of Hylia. How’d you even manage that, anyway?”

“Okay, look,” he nearly seethed, “It was not in the quad, it was the intersection next to the quad. And it was an accident! I had the right of way, I didn’t see her, and the—the walk sign wasn’t even on!”

“Was she on the crosswalk?”

Link balked as he conjured up the memory from the other day. It had all happened so fast; one minute he was putting on his turn signal, and the next a young blonde woman was sprawled out on the road in front of his car. “I mean…well, yeah, she was on the crosswalk.”

“Then she had the right of way. Pedestrians always have the right of way, genius.”

“I’m hanging up now,” he muttered, disconnecting the call to the sound of Revali’s raucous laughter in the background. His near equal on the university archery team, Revali and Link were self-proclaimed rivals; well-known ‘frenemies’ to the rest of their teammates. While Link undeniably respected him for his skill, he could also be a real pain in the ass.

Releasing a weighty sigh, he faced the counter again, only to be met with a piercing glare of disapproval from the woman standing behind it. His blood ran cold as he and Alma locked eyes, hers narrowed in wordless acknowledgment of his sin. Approaching the register, Link flipped his wallet open and removed his credit card before sliding it toward her across the grey acrylic.

“Ring up the seal.”

The ride up the elevator was gruelingly slow, the jarring ding! of the door opening on what seemed like every damned floor made Link’s head throb. The air inside the garishly carpeted box was stuffy and stagnant, the scent of antiseptic stinging his lungs with each inhale. He looked down at the overpriced stuffed animal in his arms and frowned, its judgmental button eyes boring into him. The sluggish chug of the ancient machinery as it whined to a stop was nauseating, jostling him just enough to make him dizzy.

He finally stepped off and onto the tenth floor, referring to the clumsy, smeared numbers written on his palm in red pen. Link wandered down a white linoleum hallway, the idle hum of incandescent lights buzzing overhead as he peered at room numbers; the water in the vase sloshed softly as he went. With the plush tucked under one arm and the flowers cradled in the other, he raised his fist to knock tentatively on a door marked 1003.

“Come in,” responded a quiet voice from the other side. Link instinctively held his breath as he pressed down on the door handle, inching it open.

The room was cold and clinical, painted and furnished in subtle greens and dull blues. Aside from several dim wall sconces, a large westward-facing window adorned with heavy curtains was the only source of light. Pushed up against the center of the back wall was a slim hospital bed, and in it sat a woman that Link had seen only once before—unconscious on the asphalt in front of his sedan. Her eyes flickered up toward him as he entered, darkening with realization mere seconds afterward.

“What are you doing here?”

Link froze, his thoughts scrambling as both his legs and tongue refused to move. All he could do was stare at her, eyes trained on the clunky, neon-green cast that enveloped her left arm. A purply-green bruise around the size of golf ball sat just below one of her eyes, swallowing the tiny freckles that peppered her cheeks. Her bottom lip puffed out, an angry cut splitting it vertically down the middle.

She looked awful.

And she had somehow managed to be strikingly beautiful at the exact same time.

“Well, I came to, uh,” he started, his words leaving his mouth before he had time to appropriately process them, “I came to see…how you were feeling.”

The young woman scoffed, turning her head towards the window. It was then that Link noticed the sutures running along the underside of her collarbone. Guilt roiled in his stomach for the millionth time that day as she began to speak.

“Let’s see; I’ve got bruised ribs, a couple of chipped teeth, and a concussion. Oh—and my arm is broken,” she replied in a biting tone, “So, I’m not great. Thanks.”

After a moment, he took a few tentative steps nearer to her bedside. He watched her gaze gradually slide in his direction, meticulously studying his movement. Link sighed, looking down at his feet with a shake of his head. His chest felt suffocatingly tight, as though someone had his lungs trapped in an ever-tightening vise.

“Look, I know that nothing I say right now is going to make any of this less shitty,” he told her, “and I’m sure that I’m the last person that you wanted to see today. That being said, it would’ve been even shittier of me to not at least try and come apologize to you. Because I messed up, big time, and I’m really, really sorry.”

The young woman said nothing in response, absentmindedly picking at her fingernails as she considered his repentant declaration. Her brows knitted above her sea-like eyes, consternation marring her delicate features. Link’s resolve just about shattered when he saw the impending tears brimming at her waterline.

“And I brought you this seal,” he blurted out, placing the patchwork creature on the bed near her legs, “You just seemed like, uh…a seal person.”

To Link’s relieved surprise, the corner of her mouth quirked up as she looked at the stuffed animal. Picking it up and setting on her lap, a watery giggle burbled from her chest as tears slid down her cheeks. The chuckle soon morphed into a full-on laugh, a bright, contagious sound that filled the room. Unable to help himself, Link smiled, and was soon laughing with her despite not entirely knowing why.

“It’s cute,” she sniffled, wiping at her eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, it’s really cute. Thank you.”

They smiled through the remnants of their laughter as it faded out, leaving the two in silence again. The setting sun bathed the room in rosy amber and cast fractured, pinkish shadows on the walls. Unsure of what else to do, Link set the bouquet on her curiously empty bedside table. It was then that he paused to take stock of the rest of the room, realizing that it did not resemble what he imagined the hospital room of someone who’d just been hit by a car to look like.

It was devoid of any other flowers save the ones that he had brought, and missing were cards and balloons from well-wishing friends. He furrowed his brow, and his heart sank when the most likely reason for the lack of gifts dawned on him. She must be in Central for school, he thought, and all of her friends and family were wherever home was. Or, even worse—they were around, but couldn’t be bothered to come and pay her a visit. Turning back to face her, he gestured to her plaster-clad arm.

“No one’s signed your cast,” he noted.

She gave him a queer look. “What do you mean?”

“Uh, that’s the thing to do isn’t it? Have your friends write their names on your cast? And put, uh, I don’t know…stickers on it.”

She shrugged. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never broken an arm before,” she replied, shooting him a sly look. “I haven’t got many friends, either, I guess,” she added under her breath, face falling.

“Do you have a Sharpie?”

“Oh, um, I think I have a few in my backpack. It’s just over there, on that chair. Should be in the little side pocket.”

Link made his way over to a grey pleather armchair and unzipped the pocket in question, reaching inside to pull out several permanent markers. Returning to the bedside, he held them out to the blonde, presenting her with her choice of color; black, red, or blue. She looked up at him from beneath delicate lashes, grinning as she selected the blue one. She extended her arm, and he sat on the edge on the bed as he gingerly braced it with his free hand. After popping the cap off with his teeth, he scrawled his name on the lime-colored cast as gently as possible.

“Link,” she murmured when he’d finished, “I just realized that I didn’t even know your name until now.”

It was true. He knew her name, simply because he’d had to ask for it at the front desk, but they had never been properly introduced. Not surprising, considering the circumstances under which they came to know one another in the first place. He’d never seen her around campus before the other day, leading him to assume that they must not run in the same circles. That had to be the case, because hers was not a face that he would’ve forgotten.

“My name is Zelda,” she said, “Even though you probably know that already.”

“I do,” he admitted, “but it’s nice to officially meet you. Zelda.”

Her eyes crinkled at their corners when he reached out to lightly shake her fingers that poked out of the cast. He stood up from the bed, shooting her a quick smile before crossing the room to return the markers to her bag.

“Thank you for the flowers,” he heard her say from behind him, “Oh, and for my seal.”

“It’s the least I could do, I think,” he responded, “I mean, considering.”

“Still,” Zelda went on, “It was kind of you to come. I just…I appreciate the company. It was getting a bit lonely here.”

Link stilled at that. So, she really was alone. He almost didn’t want to believe that not even her own parents had bothered to stop by, that not a single friend had sent a card. It had to be a mistake; there was no way that such an enchanting person had no one to call on.

“The, uh, food here must not be very good, huh?” He tried.

She cocked a brow at him. “What?”

“Hospital food. It’s notoriously bad,” he clarified, attempting to mentally signal to her that he was, in fact, going somewhere with this. “If you want, I could bring you something. Later, I mean, for dinner. I think I probably owe you that, don’t you?”

It could have been the sunset, but Link swore that a blush darkened her cheeks ever so slightly when she smiled at him, nodding. “That sounds great, actually.”

“Alright, it’s a date, then,” he announced without thinking, wincing immediately afterward, “I mean, uh, sounds like a plan.”

“Here, let me put my number in your phone,” she offered, holding out her good hand. He fished it from his pocket and handed it to her, watching as she tapped in her contact info with her only her index finger. After a short discussion about what kind of food she’d like to have, they said their goodbyes with the promise of seeing one another later that evening. Link closed to door carefully behind him, glancing back into the narrow window to see Zelda admiring her flowers.

He shuffled into the elevator, wedging himself in between a group of nurses and weary-looking man with a fussy toddler on his hip. It was humid and it was loud, and anyone else might have wanted nothing more than to go home and go to bed. Link stared at Zelda’s name in his phone as the elevator made its agonizingly long descent back down to the lobby, already counting the minutes until he’d get to ride back up again.

I adored this prompt so much, I made it its own thing on AO3. Thank you for the ask! This was so much fun!

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God I wish I knew more about PJO now because from what I've heard of it a Madrigalcest AU would be amazing

!!! It's so perfect and so unfitting at the same time you finda have to bend over backwards to figure it out but also, the whole cast is composed of cousinfuckers and they have a whole community to support them, like lit nobody cares lol 😂 it's such a nice universe to ship inc3st in.

So a bit of context uhhh there's this summer camp near New York where alllllll the greek demigods go train to avoid being killed by random monsters roaming the world. Mortals can't see the monsters because of some magical bullshit but if you're a demigod you're kinda fucked until you get there. It's harry potter but better for yanquis. And at camp there are these 12 camping houses, for the children of different gods, but they work a little wonky because some cabins are never used (Hera Artemis and iirc Persephone don't fuck, and Zeus, Poseidon and Hades are forbidden to fuck) and are there for honorary purposes, and there are dozens of minor gods with children who don't have a cabin, and if your godly parent is a minor god or if they never recognize you, you just stay at the Hermes Cabin, which is the shittiest cabin because it's crowded with angsty smelly teenagers and everyone wants to steal your stuff. If you legit ARE a child of Hermes, then you always got other ppl at your house. And at camp there's all of this staff like centaurs and satyrs and nymphs chilling around and working and shit.

There's also the fact that a lot of Rick Riordan's work is painfully US-centric. His explanation as to why the greek gods AND the roman gods AND the norse gods AND the egyptian gods are all in New York specifically is because "the most powerful beings move to the most powerful places" or some dumb crap like that, but considering Encanto is apparently set during the fucking cold war I'm just imagining kids going to sleep in Long Island and then the Soviet Union invades some third world country and you wake up in the siberian arctic. You just kinda read the newspaper and teleport back and forth every two weeks lmao.

For the purposes of madrigalcest AU i'm just gonna say every country has at least one camp of its own, and the gods go back and forth all over the globe bc lol they gods they can probably teleport and know every single language or something.

Ay ok ok so here are my ideas:

The first one is that Alma's children either weren't Pedro's or Pedro was like, a god's humansona or he was possesed or something idk. During The Kane Chronicles apparently gods and humans can fuse together like in steven universe so maybe it was that idk but the point is that only the triplets are ACTUAL demigods, and the grandchildren are more like, cuatri-gods. Quarter-gods. Which do exist in the series. And if i had to choose a godly parent to assing the triplets... I'd say maybe Apollo? God of the sun, prophecy and medicine (among fifty other things like archery and music and whatnot). Because of their powers I mean. And from there, idk maybe the Encanto could be born as an equivalent to the half blood camps, but that just results in the plot of the movie with more grecorroman imagery. Sooooo what I'm thinking is that there *was* a camp already, and Alma ended up there begging for sanctuary for her and her children, and despite being a mortal, they let her stay there beause 1) you weren't separating her from her kids and 2) she had nowhere else to go. In the books some mortals were able to see past the Mist, which is this magical veil that hides magical stuff and like idk turns an epic minotaur battle explosion into a gas leak in the eyes of normies, so maybe she was like that? Or became like that. Which made her better suited to take care of three demigod children. So she and the triplets live at the Apollo cabin, and eventually so do the grandchildren, and Alma was just so badass she ended up in charge of the whole camp by age 75 despite being a mortal. Now the kids' powers are not as related to Apollo's sphere so maybe their respective father's also demigods? From the camp?? So I can maybe see Félix as son of Hermes, if only because Hermes is the god of travelers, messangers, liars, thieves etc. Basically the greek version of Our Gauchito 🚩🚩🚩. I think that it may fit with the warm color children's powers. As for Agustín and the cool colors children, no idea lol. The idea that comes to mind is that Isabela could descend from Demeter, because hehehe flowers. (though let's be real with how pretty Isabela is she probably descends from Inti himself and the imperial royal family 😭😭😭). I can see Luisa as descending from Ares but not being recognized because she's too good and soft for being a worthy grandchild of the God of War? Mirabel is a wild card. A lot of demigods in the books have no cool powers, like, iirc Annabeth Chase only had a magical hat that made her invisible, and Luke Castellan could pick locks very well, but then you got the other cousinfuckers lightningbending and and waterbending and raising armies of zombies and that kinda pales in comparison. Mirabel can easily just inherit the trauma without any of the fun parts :D buttttttt I still don't like this idea a lot because idk it lacks juice it lacks THE essence of pjo incest that I love, which is meeting your magical cousins and half siblings as a teen and banging them like nobody cares. So, idea 2:

In this one, the Madrigales may not even be biologically related at all. I'm thinking maybe the triplets could still be children of Apollo at camp, working as part of the staff, maybe Alma is still their biological mother, maybe she adopted them, but the important part is that all of the grandchildren are orphans that wandered into camp one day and were automatically put into the Hermes cabin, and they kinda adopted each other as family there. I'm thinking maybe the warm colors kids could still be full siblings, because their powers do fit in together quite nicely, and it could help draw a distinction between "cousins" and "siblings" if they're all just building their own little family. But then you got Flowers, Strength and Therapy and idk which one god ruinites all of those traits. I'm just imagining little Isabela being the youngest at the cabin until Luisa and Mirabel show up, and she immediately adopts them. If the warm colors kids are all children of Hermes, Luisa is unrecognized by her divine parent and Mirabel is sorta ??? could literal be a mortal for all they know... it could add some angst if Isabela is ever recognized by Demeter and brought over to the Demeter cabin, away from her new family ;-; given another set of siblings she may not even like ;-; now that I think about it, she could also be a child of aphrodite. And Mirabel could also be a child of Hermes??? Maybe?? Because communication and whatnot. Or maybe a child of Athena because she has all of the braincells and none of the cool powers hey look she's even invisible! But anyway found family Madrigal. The triplets eventually adopting these kids themselves.

My third idea is kinda my favorite, which is that none of them knew each other, but they all share one godly parent and are put in the same cabin. I can't decide which god would fit them best because their powers are so diverse, but that doesn't matter. Point is that it's only the 6 of them, learning how to be siblings (because they're all half siblings in this one) and probably commiting demigod incest or something. Look all I'm saying is that, these cabins no one uses because its god rarely has demigod kids, they're usually pretty cold and lonely, and may not even have beds. You have to use a sleeping bag. And if there are beds, then everyone is probably still sleeping in the same room. I'm sure bed sharing happens a lot. Esp with the trauma and bad dreams that being a demigod implies. Comforting forehead kisses and nuzzling into big sister's chest and whatnot. The triplets + Alma are still the same as in idea 2, probably willing to adopt these poor scared siblingfuckers 😭

#Madrigalcest #Madrigalcest pjo au #shipcest #also isabela smokes weed with the satyrs sorry i don't make the rules #my knowledge on pjo lore is a bit rusty but i think i got most things right #and if not that's ok bc this is 50's colombian camp half blood and i can make shit up whenever i want

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Can we know more about your magi ocs? Especially Kileah- He looks super interesting!

I’m not sure what sort of info do you need to know so here, have this Magi OCs encyclopedia! (Uncle and my self insert excluded)

Btw, my oc blog is @strangeocblog, it has oc lores that my main blog doesn’t have.

Kileah

Country: Unknown. Anthens* (former), Alma Torran (former).

Height: 189cm

Weight: 76 kg

Family: his nephew (deceased: father, mother, brother)

Specialty: he’s good at almost everything so it’s hard to tell what’s his best feild. (But he’s very proud of his drawing skills)

Hobby: sleep

Favorite food: that one monster’s heart (the one at the Dark continent that almost killed Judar), he prefers to eat it raw (he did spent his time with the Red lions wayyyy before the war with Anthens and Orthodox took place and discover a dish that he doesn’t know that it would be his best time favorite).

Disliked food: the ones he considers gross (like cake in spicy instant noodle for example)

Type: the type of people that could always stab him in the back, but they wouldn’t (his deceased partner)

Disliked type: The ones who considers themself as the center of the universe and above others (specifically David and Sinbad)

What he likes to do when he takes the day off: sleep, taking a warm bath and sleep in it, writing down the things he experienced and draw in the book he always bring with

What worries him: his little brother nephew not having enough courage to confess to his crush

Weakness: friends and family

i would love to share more about him but there’s no way to do that without telling his whole story, it’s very long and complicated, i might share it once i thought it through and thorough.

These are the only thing i can share: Kileah and Solomon aren’t twins, Kileah is a clone of his mother (like Titus to Scheherazade) and Solomon was created with David’s rukh and his mother’s blood ; Things happened, a few hour after his mother’s death, Kileah went through time travel to 900 years ago and lost his memories, David then created Solomon ; Borg manipulation is one of Kileah’s earliest self taught skill, he taught it to Sheba, Sheba learned and develop it into a sick move all by herself, teacher Kileah is very proud ; There’s this claw move thingy that Arba uses, she learnt that (and some of the sword techniques) from Kileah just by observing him from afar, that’s how talented she is, Kileah even aknowledges it but he’s not proud, he’s very concerned.

Sanzu

Country: Kou

Height: 170cm

Weight: 52kg

Family: one uncle, one younger brother (deceased: mother, father, two younger siblings)

Speciality: Martial arts

Hobby: travelling

Favorite food: spicy, flavoury and rich (she also has a huge appetite)

Disliked food: bland flavored ones

Type: Khalid

Disliked type: womanizers

What she likes to do when she takes the day off: self care, take Khalid out, visit her uncle

What worries her: Judar

Weakness: her love ones, and also her weight

Kouhyoku

Country: Kou, (former: Gou)

Height: 178cm

Weight: 68kg

Family: one mother, multiple half siblings

Speciality: archery

Hobby: practice with music instruments (especially flutes even though he’s terrible at it)

Favorite food: sweets

Disliked food: anything that has raw meat

Type: not sure, he doesn’t ever think of finding a love interest and settle down with them, now he just want to enjoy his youth and having adventures.

Disliked type: snakes, back stabers

What he likes to do when he takes the day off: hangout with his half siblings specifically Kougyoku and Kouha, going for a walk (around Rakushou and visit his mother if he could)

What worries him: Kougyoku’s relationship with Sinbad

Weakness: his mother

Khalid

Country: Kou, (former: Heliohapt)

Height: 189cm

Weight: 72kg

Family: two half siblings, mother (deceased)

Speciality: sword arts

Hobby: cleaning

Favorite food: homemade food

Disliked food: fish, he hates fish bones

Type: soft and kind but tough

Disliked type: drunkards

What he likes to do when he takes the day off: resting

What worries him: his dark metal vessel, the Organization

Weakness: his addiction to poisons, Sanzu’s playfulness

Heracles

Country: Reim, (former: Carthago)

Height: 182cm

Weight: 76kg

Family: deceased, two adopted parents wellbeings unknown, multiple foster parents

Speciality: cooking, sewing and knitting

Hobby: hunting

Favorite food: same as Kileah

Disliked food: doesn’t know

Type: honest people

Disliked type: liars

What he likes to do when he takes the day off: take care of Red lion younglings

What worries him: his trust issues stopping him from creating a bond with other people

Weakness: his hair

Shinoa

Country: unknown. Anthens (former)

Height: 175cm

Weight: 47kg

Family: unknown

Speciality: blackmailing, Anthens swordmanship and magic

Hobby: looking back at old stuff from Anthen

Favorite food: Anthen specialties

Disliked food: does human meat counted as food?

Type: smart people

Disliked type: unknown

What she likes to do when she takes the day off: everyday is a day off to her, she can do whatever she wants, whenever she wants.

What worries her: nothing

Weakness: unknown

(*Anthens: an ancient civilization i made dated back in Alma Torran, i won’t go into details about this nation because it’s really complicated, everything related to Kileah is complicated ;-;)

#strange answers #strange oc #magi oc #magi ocs #if you have anymore questions then feel free to ask!

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