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#FINALLY BOB QUEST
aroaceleovaldez · 3 months
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i stand by that a better, more sensible, and more intriguing plot for TSATS would have been, instead of retconning literally everything:
Bob is dead (because he was very explicitly absorbed/killed by Tartarus Himself in House of Hades, alongside Damasen), and nobody is going into Tartarus to save him. He made his sacrifice and is gone. However. Remember how the Titans, including Bob, were just kind of kicking around for several years? Particularly. On a cruise ship full of mortals. And Bob happened to be kicking around in general for an extra year versus all the other Titans. And he mythologically sometimes has a mortal demigod son who partook in the Calydonian Boar Hunt (Dryas of Calydon). Yeah.
So turns out, Bob/Iapetus leaves behind a demigod (demititan?) child. And because Nico was pretty much his only friend, he named Nico his child's godfather. And while he's not being left in charge of the child, as a son of Hades and godfather to this kid, Nico is duty-bound to fulfill Bob's last will and go find this like 2 year old to make sure they're safe. So Nico has to undertake this very unusual quest (that raises many questions, such as "demititans are a thing?" and "DOES THIS MEAN THERE'S POTENTIALLY MORE-?!" and "SHOULD WE BE CONCERNED ABOUT THIS?") and is kind of freaking out because. He's the son of Hades! He's notoriously bad with living things, and animals, and definitely small children! Even if he does find this kid and assure they're safe, he is the last person who should be undergoing any kind of quest involving even potentially having to babysit. Fortunately, his boyfriend is the human embodiment of sunshine and calmness and good vibes, and also once helped a nymph give birth, so he feels Marginally More Confident in theoretical demititan babysitting and offers to come along on this Epic Journey of Figuring Out What In Hades' Name Is Up With This Demititan Baby Business.
Proceed with wholesome epic shenanigans quest of Nico and Will scurrying around trying to locate this random OP baby while Nico has an existential crisis about the nature of his powers because he doesn't want to let Bob down! Both for Hades Kid Honor Reasons and because Bob was his friend! But what if he's destined to fail this quest just because of who he is? Because he's simply not built for hanging out with the living/mortals? And Will reassuring him that He Will Probably Not Traumatize The Weird OP Titan Baby And It'll Be Fine, and simultaneously getting a peek into the weird other life Nico leads hanging out with immortals much more than the average demigod, which Nico considers his norm. Bonus shenanigans of both of them getting caught off-guard and culture shocked from where each other's respective worlds (Nico's mostly-immortal versus Will's mostly-mortal) cross over and learning to navigate those for each other - Nico finally starting to make some mortal connections and get glimpses at modern mortal American life, and Will trying not to get his brain literally incinerated while Nico's happily casually catching up with some of his old friends who happen to be literal gods.
#pjo#riordanverse#nico di angelo#will solace#solangelo#long post //#LISTEN I JUST THINK WE DONT NEED TO BE RETCONNING THINGS WHEN THERE IS A HIGHLY INTRIGUING MYTH RIGHT THERE#listen. *listen.* Iapetus in myth has a demigod child? and we're in the series? that's all about demigods?#and had titans running around for 4 years? some primarily on a giant ship mostly full of mortals?#and Iapetus himself was running around for closer to like 5 years?#I AM JUST SAYING. that is enough time. and the right conditions. that there are perhaps demititans now.#that alone is a fascinating plot set-up that ties in basically all previous series inherently and has a reasonable starting point#of *course* Nico would be named Bob's child's godfather!#of *course* Nico would consider it a very important personal duty to see out Bob's final will and go on some quest about it!#and under those conditions it makes *perfect sense* for Nico to want to bring Will along! and that he would be very helpful on said quest!#bringing along a lot of skills and abilities in areas that Nico lacks! that are crucial for a quest like that!#also then immediately the plot becomes Will reassuring Nico about his powers being cool and not evil and him being spooky is okay#while Will is also trying to not literally have his brain melt cause Nico's casually introducing him to a trio of death gods or something#forgetting that Will cannot look upon a god's true form#and Will's dragging Nico across the US while Nico is struggling to keep up cause Will forgot that Nico's not American and not from that era#its cute! it's interesting! it immediately begs the question of a next-gen series focusing on a main cast of demititan kids#dont go back to Tartarus that's lame and overdone and ruins a ton of stuff. dont retcon everything that also ruins a ton#give us the fluffy roadtrip comedy that they clearly wanted to write instead anyways#you can even keep the elements of Nico feeling out of his depth and Will constantly on the verge of death. except it makes sense this time.#and it's kind of funny cause Nico's just freaking out over babysitting and it highlights how much tankier Nico is vs Will#even just in casual interactions. yeah Nico can casually look upon a god's true form. dont worry about it#meanwhile Will is slowly collecting sunglasses the entire trip and layering them up for whenever Nico introduces him to another deity
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workingwhileidream · 4 months
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Okay Burrow's End had me thinking some thoughts... So here are my favorite Dimension 20 moments that rotate like a rotisserie chicken in my brain (in no particular order other than the order I thought if them).
- Riz goes into the butthole of the Corn Ooze Monster (Fantasy High). The first absolutely insane shenanigans move anyone makes on D20, setting the tone the show will have forever.
- Raphaniel kills Queen Pamelia (Ravening War). I think I saw Brennan's soul leave his body briefly when he got that How Do You Want To Do This from Matt. Time was an absolute flat circle that day.
- Hank convinces Brennan to let him role savvy instead of sneak (Mentopolis). Hank is one of the most famous content creators, having him on the show was phenomenal to begin with. Then right out of the gate, he pulls this move in his first episode. And it just works. Hilarious, instantly iconic.
- Jet Dies (A Crown of Candy). When Lapin dies, it is shocking but I wasn't attached to him as a character. Lapin was a bit antagonistic and his death happens early in the season. On the other hand, Jet is instantly likeable. Emily and Siobhan are amazing as siblings, their performances this campaign are some of my favorites. I have siblings and I am very close to them, so this hit me like a ton of bricks.
- The entire epilogue of Burrow's End. "Are you pitching and Air Bud ending?" is one of the instant hall of fame quotes from this show. I started crying I was laughing so hard.
- Ylfa's bottleneck and the TPK (Neverafter). There are so many close calls for total party kills in Dimension 20 history, but this is where it finally happens and it's only 3 episodes in. I was on edge, expecting another TPK at any turn, for the rest of the campaign.
- 3 nat one initiative rolls for the battle that literally opens the season (A Starstruck Odyssey). The beginning of a new season is always full of excitement. This season was extra special, having everyone back in the dome after the pandemic and the season being based off Brennan's Mom's comics. The zoom energy is still in the air and I still think about this season opener a lot.
- Mother Timothy Goose breaks Snow White's concentration with a cantrip (Neverafter). Only Ally Beardsley could and we all damn well know it. Still didn't stop me from being so far in disbelief that all I could do is laugh.
- Hob's "You will never know another lonely day" speech to Rue (A Court of Fey and Flowers). I will still cry about this if I think about it for too long. Rue and Hob's romance is the heart of this season to me. I won't be over it ever.
- Gertrude convinces Nyruth to give the Questing Queens very powerful boons after the Queens tried to rob them only a few hours earlier (Dungeons and Drag Queens). The fact that this season exists drives a level of serotonin into my brain that is unimaginable. This is the definition of a big swing and when Bob rolls well, Brennan has no other choice than to honor it. This is one of the moments I have made a meme of. I cannot wait for season 2.
- Wuuvy shows up to the duel and she did not come to play (A Court of Fey and Flowers). Aabria has talked about how Wuuvy is one of her favorite NPCs and I feel the same. Wuuvy and Rue's relationship has such a great arc and this moment is so pivotal.
- Fabian's no good very bad day (Fantasy High Sophomore Year). An iconic moment in D20 history that was truly wild to watch live. For everything to go so fantastically bad for Fabian and Lou was unprecedented. There is a reason why people still talk about this moment to this day.
- Amathar survives being pushed off the castle (A Crown of Candy). Brennan tried to kill Lou so many times in this campaign. I really thought Brennan had gotten him with this one, my stomach sunk. But Lou pulls it out and Amathar lives once again.
- Pib plays "Smoke on the Water" (Neverafter). "I stepped out to play 'Smoke on the Water' " is also a hall of fame quote to me. This list could be all Pib moments if I'm being honest, he's my favorite Zac character. And the fact that Zac doesn't roll well makes this moment funnier to me.
- Buddy Bear gets planted with the All Blossom (Dungeons and Drag Queens). Jujubee and Brennan owe me a therapy session for this one. I sobbed. My cat is my baby and I will be ruined the day she leaves me, so I get it. I really do.
- "Eat your dice, Brennan" (Fantasy High Sophomore Year). A great bit made physically possible by Siobhan. I hope Siobhan gives him gummy dice or something like that so that Brennan can continue to eat his dice for Junior Year.
- Orange Top Hat Fairy (Neverafter). It's a horror season and the cast is doing bits about how hot a mini is the entire finale and the Adventuring Party that followed. I felt the stress and off the walls energy through the screen. The Smooth Criminal pin was the first piece of Dimension 20 merch I bought.
- Viola's epic takedown of Phoebe (Burrow's End). Watching Rashawn absolutely crush it her first time in the dome was amazing. I loved Viola from the jump, her arc was so satisfying and fun to watch. Also the idea of a tiny stoat kicking a gun just the right way to get it to fire is hilarious. No notes other than please have Rashawn come back on every season she possibly can.
- Evan Kelmp warns the Rosemont student not to duel him (Misfits and Magic). Brennan's deadpan warning matched with the reactions of the other players and Aabria really make this scene. An underrated Brennan moment for sure.
- Stacey Fakename turns out to be real (Mentopolis). This was such a good reoccurring bit, so to have Stacey be real at the end of the story was too funny. In a season of bits, tropes, and puns - this one has the most payoff to me and is definitely my favorite.
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percy jackson x reader — you take his place on the throne
cw: EPISODE 5 SPOILERS (ish), swearing
The boat bobs along the water slowly. You feel sick. For a while, the two of you just sit there, still reeling.
“You okay?” Percy asks after he catches his breath.
You’d reached out and grabbed his hand without realizing it in your panic. You’re suddenly very aware of his skin on yours, warm and kind of clammy. You disentangle your fingers without comment.
“Yeah.”
He’s about to say something to fill the awkward silence when your eyes widen.
“There’s the shield!” You exclaim, standing.
He follows your gaze to a golden statue, the shield wedged between its hands. The boat doesn’t stop, though. He looks at you, and then back at the statue.
“We’re gonna have to jump,” he says, and you grimace. The artificial waves are getting choppier.
You eye the water.
“On three?” You finally say.
Percy smiles in a way that he hopes is reassuring. “On three.”
“One…two-!” Before you can say three, the boat lurches and you both topple over the edge.
As soon as the water closes over your head, you’re struggling and kicking. You can’t tell up from down. Your lungs squeeze, your eyes sting. Somewhere in the haze, you see Percy, and you reach out, but he’s so far. He disappears in a whirl of water, and you think, wow, after all of this, I’m about to die in an amusement park.
Suddenly, something solid rushes to meet you and there’s air on your face and you can’t stop coughing.
Percy places an unsure hand on your back as you suck in rattling breaths. He says something, but it still sounds like everything’s underwater.
You shake your head sharply, hand pressing your ear flat until the water drips out and you can hear again. “I’m alright,” you say, before he asks. He helps you stagger into a standing position. For a few moments, the only sound is your wheezing.
Percy squints at the chair. “This is Hephestasus’ park, right?”
You nod.
“I think this is Hera’s throne,” he says slowly, glancing at you for confirmation.
You vaguely recall that story. “She sat in it and couldn’t get up,” you think aloud.
“It was a trade,” Percy continues. “Aphrodite’s hand in marriage for Hera. The shield for…”
One of us.
Oh.
“I’ll do it.”
He catches your arm as you start forward. “Wait a minute!”
“Whoever goes in there isn’t coming back,” you explain, brows set in a hard line.
“I know, that’s why I said wait!”
You yank your arm back. Percy’s face flickers with something you can’t read.
“You need to stay alive,” you say, stressing every word.
“So do you!”
You shake your head. “You have your mom. You have Grover. You have people who need you.”
The I don’t hangs in the air, unsaid.
He opens his mouth, then shuts it again.
I need you, he wants to say.
But he doesn’t.
“The gods chose you, Percy. This is your quest.”
This is wrong. This is so wrong. It’s cruel, and so unfair that they have to choose. Fuck this. Fuck all of this.
“This isn’t about that,” he protests, though he knows he can’t beat you. You’d always had a sharper tongue than him.
You unhook your dagger. He remembers the arch, only yesterday. Is this how you felt? This burning in his chest?
“It is. It all goes back to that prophecy. To fate. To the Fates.”
Your eyes burn with tears as you hold out your dagger for him to take.
He blinks hard. “This is wrong,” he says, voice wavering, and you’ve never seen him like this before. Always tough, always witty. Unserious, sure, but never afraid.
You push it towards him, and he takes it.
“I know.”
Your fingers twitch. You’d hug him, one last time, but you remember how he froze back in St. Louis.
So you don't.
You walk over to the chair, heart pounding. This is a death sentence. This is it. This is it.
“Hey, Percy?”
His head snaps up, lip tugged between his teeth as he holds back tears too.
“Go save your mom,” You say. “Save her, save the bolt, and tell Grover I’m sorry.”
You picture Grover’s face when he finds out what happened to you. You turn away, stand right in front of the throne. It glints in the swimming light.
“And if you have a chance, I don’t know, maybe swing back around here and try to get me out?”
He laughs sadly. “You think you had to ask?”
“Just making sure.”
You sit.
For a moment, nothing happens, and you're worried that you’d said all that for nothing. You’d feel pretty stupid.
And then—
“This is weird,” you say. “It’s warm.”
There’s fear in his eyes and your dagger in his hand.
Something snakes its way up your leg, smooth and fast. It feels like wax, almost, hardening over your skin.
“This is a bad idea,” Percy says, eyes tracking something at your feet. “Stand up.”
You don’t look at what he’s looking at. You don’t want to.
“I can’t.” Panic rises in your chest, fast and unwelcome, and you’d be shaking if you could move.
“y/n—”
“It’s okay,” you whisper, voice hoarse. The words don’t sound right in your mouth. Your legs are completely immobile. Your breath comes in short gasps. “I’m okay. I’m… okay.”
You look at him, trembling and still pretty damp, mouth open like he wants to say something.
Whatever’s seeping onto your face is warm and brittle. You stare hard at his eyes. They’re a shining blue. They’re afraid.
It’s the last thing you see.
a/n: sorry guys cliffhangers make me giggle ‼️ I’ll write another part If u guys would want me to !
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working on something else but went to an antique mall today and...well...
980 words | T language | au meetcute pre steddie & buckingham
The old jukebox flips to another song as Eddie winds through the aisles trying to catch a glimpse of a bouncy ponytail. Chrissy had dragged him along to a few different antique malls and he was nearing his capacity.
He was hungry.
He needed caffeine.
He needed a nap.
His attention was captured by someone coming up next to him, “Looking for anything specific?”
Eddie turned to a woman about his height. Choppy light brown bob, freckles, and an eclectic style grabbed his eye, “Yeah, a strawberry blonde about yea high-“ He held his hand to indicate Chrissy’s height, “Flitting around on a mission for lighting fixtures.”
The woman grinned back to him, “I think I can point you in the right direction, I’m Robin, not here to steer you wrong. I work here.”
“Eddie,” He introduced himself, “Unwilling participant in this endless madness for the perfect lamp.”
She hummed in acknowledgment as she gestured for him to follow, which he did like a lost duckling. He recounted the places they’d already been to during the day.
“Don’t bother with Martin’s Market unless you want to be price gouged anyway.” She tossed in as they rounded a corner.
“Really? Are there rivalries in the antique business?” Eddie’s interest was piqued.
Robin snorted, “Honestly? It’s a small community, shit can be brutal, cut throat even.”
She pointed to an entire section of furniture and some of the most beautiful glass light fixtures Eddie had seen all day on this quest. He then saw his petite friend wave at him with an intensity he wasn’t expecting, “Eddie! Where’d you go?! I finally found it!” her voice triumphant as Eddie headed closer, Robin trailing behind.
“The colors tie in the room with the fireplace perfectly.” She said with a note of awe in her voice, “Right? Maybe we can switch out the rug in the honeymoon suite?”
Eddie nodded and cleared his throat, “Chris this is Robin, she works here.”
Chrissy then realized they weren’t alone her lips made a circular shape as she let out a small huff of the word, “oh.”
Eddie saw the blush rise under Robin’s freckles.
Of fucking course Chrissy would fall in love in an antique store.
“Here’s tickets for your finds just place the numbers on what you’d like and come up front for me, or my colleague to get you all set.” She said what was probably her usual spiel a little breathlessly before turning tail and heading to the front.
Eddie raised his eyebrows at Chrissy who was still watching Robin’s retreating form. He poked her in the arm,
“Hey, no need to get handsy.” She reprimanded.
“sure, sure, just wanting to bring you back to reality Chris. The reality that you’re opening a bed and breakfast in two weeks and you’re still decorating.” Eddie contributed.
Chrissy folded her arms and pinned him with a look, “I can be both productive-“ she pointed to the lamp, “and realize I just saw the most attractive woman in this small mountain town.”
Eddie put his hands up, accepting defeat. He let Chrissy win more often than not. It’s how he found himself here about to help open the bed and breakfast with his best friend. The kitchen was his domain and he was all stocked up, ordered, and ready to go.
“We ready, I think this is the most progress we’re making today.” He shook his hair out, the place was stuffy and Eddie was getting crabby.
“Okay you overgrown poodle, head up front let me just glance at the rugs.” Chrissy shooed him off.
Eddie froze once he came back up front. There was a man using a magnifying glass to look at something small in the palm of his hand, a ring. Or maybe a coin?
Eddie couldn’t bring himself to move with the onslaught of swooping copper hair and wire rimmed glasses. Even from this distance Eddie could just tell the man had nice hands.
Chrissy snuck up on him and grabbed his waist causing Eddie to jump and bite off a noisy yelp. The man’s head snapped up as Chrissy whispered, “Edward, see something you like?”
He glared at Chrissy as the man cleared his throat, “Anything I can help you with?”
Chrissy gave Eddie a smug look, “Oh, Eddie was just enjoying some of the one of a kind pieces in the shop. Robin was actually helping me earlier.”
The man’s clear whiskey eyes met his, “Oh? Is that right? Let me go get Robs for ya.”
He went through a backroom door that allowed Eddie to take in the perfect curve of the man’s ass. Chrissy poked him in the ribs, hard.
There was muffled arguing coming from behind the door-
‘Steve, shut up, she’s stunning the fuck am I supposed to do. Be like sorry I’m a mess and even though you’re with your husband wanna go on a date?’
‘Hope it’s not her husband. I’d let him-‘
An audible crash rang out followed by more complaining.
“I think I like antiquing.” Eddie said sheepishly the two exchanging an owl eyed look while they tried not to eavesdrop.
Chrissy gave him a toothy smile as both employees came back out from the back room.
Eddie let out a small cough before walking forward, “Hey handsome.” He placed his ringed fingers on the countertop and pointed to his left ring finger, “Not married.”
He pointed to himself and Chrissy, “We’re new in town, opening a B and B.”
Robin stammered out, “How much did-“ She scrubbed a hand down her face, “Could you hear?”
The other man’s cheeks reddened.
Eddie let his eyes rake over him, “All of it.”
The man, Steve’s, eyes went impossibly wide, “All of it?”
Chrissy stepped forward and smiled softly at Robin, “I do, wanna go on a date, if you’re still askin’.”
Maybe this sleepy town wouldn’t be so dead after all.
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bobthebobking · 2 years
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listening to ghirahim's battle theme was a mistake... why is his music so sexy. I wanna replay skysw now
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smuttysabina · 5 months
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Gahyeon vs The Tentacles: A Tale of Interdimensional Terror and Sex
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(Gahyeon x Tentacles, 2.7k words) CHECK THE TAGS
Tags: Filthy sloppy demonic sex, highly dubious anatomy, extremely questionable interdimensional reproductive cycles, tentacle sex, more tentacle cum then her body has room for, tentacle impregnation, egg laying, call your therapist- tell him he's a rich man, no orifice is left un-violated (okay well actually a lot are but...), illegal demonic summoning, birth, unspeakable degeneracy, consensual sex
Happy Halloween you degenerates
Gahyeon flips through the pages of the grimoire, bored beyond belief; who would have thought that finding a good demon for an orgy would be so hard! She scowls as she haphazardly tosses the book aside before snatching another one from the pile next to her roost in the old armchair. Halloween was fast approaching, and it was Dreamcatcher's hallowed tradition that every member would have to bring a demon along for their yearly spooky gangbang. Gahyeon's demon for last year had been a terrible disappointment, a Baphomet with meter-long cock; what the fuck was she supposed to do with a dick that huge? Okay, it had been pretty fun getting literally hosed down with demon-semen, but still! Flicking peevishly through the pages, she spots something that catches her eye, now this might work! Gahyeon would have to test it out first though, nothing was more embarrassing than trying to summon an interdimensional sex-partner only for the spell to fizzle in front of everybody...
Moving with confidence, Gahyeon quickly gathers the materials needed for the summoning; thankfully no virgin blood was required this time. Do you know how hard it is to find a virgin working at a Kpop company? Slopping her brush in the bucket of (ethically sourced) blood, Gahyeon swiftly sketches a pentagram on the library floor, then she bends over to draw the circle enclosing the symbol. Fell hieroglyphs and bizarre runes are carefully added around the perimeter ring, as Gahyeon busies herself with the fine details. She adds candles to every point of the pentagram, before as a final touch she dumps some leftover calamari in the center as a medium. Perfect. (What, its totally normal for an Idol to trespass the dark infinites to find a fuck-buddy; do you really think your favorites aren't doing it too?) Gahyeon calmly adjusts her outfit, as she prepares to start the incantation; first impressions are Important, you can't just greet your new friend butt-naked and bent over! (Well you can, it's just impolite) Unwords spill from Gahyeon's perky lips, scarring the air itself as she slowly makes several circuits around her summoning circle. An unhealthy light begins to grow around the discarded food-scraps, until they are burning with unnatural colors; then with a disgusting shlorp they disappear. Gahyeon blinks, did it work? Then a glowing pool of liquid appears, filling the circle until it is bubbling up the wards on the sides; a success!
Gahyeon squats in front of the unearthly puddle, impatient for any sign of the being she had supposedly just summoned. She starts as a long pink tube languidly rises out of the liquid, halting when level with her face and swaying gently. Gahyeon perks up, and cheerfully introduces herself, "Greetings almighty TZARNIGLOTHIFLORGUMALRQ'VSHYTUOPLONOAL, I was wondering if you wanted to go to an orgy next week with me?" The tendril bobs excitedly, and she beams, "Awesome! But um, let's get to know each other a bit better first okay?" The tentacle palpitates before ducking back into the pool, making nary a ripple. Gahyeon blandly stares at the pool, did she just get dumped...? Then a new tentacle erupts from the portal, much thicker and more purple than the last one, with a bulbous, fleshy tip. It quests slowly towards Gahyeon, pausing at the edge of the barrier; she rolls her eyes, and with a wave of her hand dispels it. The tentacle kisses her lips, and she opens her mouth to allow it inside of her.
The tentacle fills Gahyeon's mouth, probing towards the back of her throat before pausing, lulled by licking of her tongue. She slurps upon the squishy appendage, playfully sucking it off with surprising skill, her hands stroking its length. A sickly sweet fluid starts to appear in her mouth, and she redoubles her efforts, realizing that this must be some sort of precum. The tentacle wiggles and pulsates inside of her mouth, expanding until her tongue is pushed entirely down, leaving her throat clear. Warm, slick liquid spurts into Gahyeon's mouth, which she handily gulps down, but it is soon followed by a flood of gummy balls that slide easily down her well-lubricated throat. She gags, arms flailing as she tries to swallow the seemingly endless stream of boba-like spheres pouring into her stomach. Eventually the deluge ceases, and the tentacle deflates and withdraws from Gahyeon, leaving her coughing and clutching at her belly. She rubs herself while glaring at the now spent purple appendage, why does her tummy feel so strange, just what sort of demonic semen is inside of her? One thing for sure, Gahyeon feels a bizarre need for anal sex, like, deep, hard plowing. With a mischievous smile she lifts the hem of her dress up and pulls down her panties, "Well, surely you've got more to show me..."
Smooth, pink tentacles erupt out of the eldritch pool, slithering around Gahyeon's body and lifting her into the air. More tentacles hold her legs open while others snake underneath her clothes and slither sensuously around her breasts. She simpers at the overwhelming sensations assaulting her skin, so focused is she on her own pleasure that she barely notices the growing pressure against her anus. Gahyeon gasps as she feels something hot and slimy enter her ass, slowly but steadily pushing deeper inside of her; expanding to fit the contours of her innards. The tentacles coiling around her body begin to secrete the same fluid that had presaged the purple tentacles orgasm, coating Gahyeon in a thin layer of slime. She moans, writhing in the tentacles grasps, her nerves made extraordinarily sensitive by the tentacles' fluid; demanding that her demonic lover continue rubbing her. She climaxes messily when the tendril inside of her quests even deeper, delving into her small intestine as it slowly fills up her belly with its fleshy length. Gahyeon's eyes roll back as she cums repeatedly from the novel sensation of having her guts fucked; her tummy bulging obscenely. Then the tentacle within slowly begins to wind its way out of her, leaving behind a warm, slippery trail of fluid that makes her tremble with a strange excitement. Gahyeon's eyes widen as she feels something start to flow down her guts, what the fuck...?
A smooth, pliable ovoid plops wetly out of Gahyeon's ass, making her shudder with sickening delight. She groans, "What the fuck is that?" before any further questions are stopped by a veritable flood of eggs spewing out of her anus. Gahyeon's arms spasm frantically as her asshole sputters noisily, as if the world's longest string of anal beads was getting yanked out of her ass. She cums so hard from her sensitive ass getting violated that she blacks out, only regaining consciousness some time afterwards; her ass gaping in the cool air. Breathing heavily, Gahyeon manages to gasp out, "Did- did you just impregnate my fucking guts? Ugh... Fuck that felt so good though!" A salacious gleam fills her eyes, her mind hazy with lust, she reaches down to spread her other hole, "You dummy, don't you know you're supposed to knock up a human using this hole? Fill me up again! I want to birth your spawn using my cunt this time," Gahyeon haughtily demands. A pink tendril noses at her entrance, but she bats it away irritably, "No! Use a purple one I said!" She licks her lips when she sees another bulbous, purple tentacle emerge from the pool, wiggling her hips with excitement as it approaches.
Gahyeon moans as the tentacle slides inside of her sopping pussy, squirming around as it examines her hole until it pokes at her cervix. Its flesh tip kisses the entrance to her womb, before worrying at it as the tendril seeks to enter her most sacred place. Gahyeon slows her breathing, drawing upon her lessons with Jihyo to relax her cervix, allowing the tentacle to slither inside of her uterus. She spasms a little as the fleshy tube explores her womb, now this was certainly a new sensation for her! Gahyeon grunts as she feels a surge of warm fluid and eggs spewing inside of her, thank goodness her cavity was designed to be stretched out... The purple tendril slips out of her pussy, before a familiar pink tentacle takes its place, already slopping lubricating fluids all over her crotch. Gahyeons pouts in annoyance, "This is the most boring tentacle rape I've ever been to. Like, I don't mind being forced to birth you eggs and shit, but can you at least fucking violate me while I do? I want at least, one tentacle fucking all of my holes at all times; and I had better be getting pumped full of so much cum I look pregnant! What's the point of screwing tentacles if I'm not getting ruined? Oh- and if you could fuck my tits too that would be great." The tentacle poised to insert itself pauses for a moment, as Gahyeon blandly watches the shimmering pool for an answer. Several dozen more pink tentacles menacingly rise out of the water, and she claps her hands in delight; now this is more like it!
Gahyeon gurgles happily around the fleshy tube shoved down her throat, sucking upon it with all her might. Two more pink tentacles make an absolute mess of her cunt, slopping fluids all over the floor, while another is busy filling her ass with cum. Several small tendrils also invade Gahyeon's more exotic orifices, wriggling inside of her nipples and urethra before filling those with creamy liquid as well. Under such an assault, its no wonder that Gahyeon is orgasming almost continuously, her abused holes spasming around the tentacles fucking her brains out. The tentacle occupying her esophagus pulsates, and she feels a seemingly endless surge of hot liquid spew into her stomach until it sloshes with every movement she makes. Finally spent, the tentacle unclogs Gahyeon's throat only after her face has turned rosy from lack of oxygen. Panting, she still manages to tongue it gratefully as it withdraws, sucking on it until it emerges from between her lips with a sensual pop. Then the tendril squirming between her huge breasts explodes all over her chest, painting her chain and neck with a slick of filthy fluid.
Now thoroughly in heat, Gahyeon rubs the resulting aphrodisiacal mess into her breasts, causing her nipples to swell up even as they are toyed with by smaller tentacles. An utterly perverse idea crosses her mind, and at her urging, two fresh purple ovipositor tentacles nose at her teats. Her nipples are forced wider as the ribbed tendrils slowly press inside, before starting to pulsate with a now familiar rhythm. Gahyeon groans with ecstasy as her breasts are impregnated, as eggs slop into her unused mammaries until they are heaving with slick spheroids. She gropes herself forcefully, relishing in the feeling of her already large breasts now swollen to capacity with weighty eggs. But it's still not enough for the lustful slut, who is now indulging in her wildest fantasies. Even as the pink tendrils return to lubricating the insides of her tits, she hauls another larger one towards her mouth, "Don't stop until you come out the other side..." Gahyeon accepts the tentacle into her mouth, allowing its meaty length to curl down her throat and towards her stomach. In bends slightly, allowing air to flow into her lungs, while plumbing ever deeper. Now it was literally in her stomach, already roiling with lubricating fluids, before pushing onwards...
Gahyeon squirms as the tentacle winds its way down through her innards, cumming as she wordlessly demands her for her cunt to be stimulated. Then the tentacle was through the tight confines of her organs, and was freely wriggling its way out of her already abused guts. She whines as she feels her asshole birth the thickening coil, her eyes glazing over as it raises back up to her face, as if showing off. Gahyeon convulses, she was being impaled, she had been reduce to filthy fucking meat-tube! Only after enduring what seems like an endless orgasm, does the pink tentacle deign to withdraw, leaving her feeling worn and violated; not that she was slowing down. The tendrils fucking her breasts had not been idle while Gahyeon had been filled all-the-way-through, and her tits were now burning with a grotesque heat. She looks down in shock, that was fast, her hands squeezing her boobs as they start to leak and pulse. Gahyeon squeals as the first oviod forces its way out of her gaping nipple, rolling down her shaking stomach before falling to the floor. A tide of eggs follows, spewing out of both of her breasts as she watches with amazement the sight of her tits giving birth. She croons as she gently massages her blown-out breasts, fuck she needs more and more! With daemonic energy she demands that the ravaging of her holes recommence, Gahyeon doesn't need to rest, she needs to get destroyed!
After nearly another hour of rapacious hole-fucking, Gahyeon writhes from overstimulation, as she feels a familiar heat begin to grow in her belly. She looks down in surprise as several more tentacles snake inside of her, filling her holes to capacity and more; gushes of fluid pouring out of her with every thrust. Her moans grow higher in pitch as the supreme moment approaches, her uterus pressing downwards against the knot of tendrils occupying her cunt. Gahyeon gasps as her cervix slowly begins to open, the pressure within forcing its lips to part, "Oh my god its coming out! Oh fuck I'm giving birth! It hurts so good!" Gahyeon wails as the first egg squeezes its way out, the tentacles swiftly pulling out of her pussy to give her space. Then the next one emerges, followed by several dozen more; every egg prompting her to moan and squirt, the tentacles in her guts continuing to pleasure her innards. Her hands frantically stroke the tendrils in her hands, milking them one-by-one into her mouth in a frenzy of degenerate lust as her mind goes blank...
When Gahyeon had finished birthing the slimy ovoids, the tentacles gently lower her to the ground, leaving her on her knees in a puddle of lubricating fluid. Her blown-out holes sputter weakly, and she clutches at her belly that was so swollen with cum it looks as if she was pregnant. Then Gahyeon notices that she is alone once more in the room, the portal of glistening liquid fast receding. She pouts, is it over already? A singular purple tentacle emerges from the pool, fluted and ribbed; bobbing gently in exhaustion. With a mischievous smirk, Gahyeon grasps the flesh tube and takes it in her mouth, her wily tongue slithering inside of the tendril's hole. Holding it steady, she teases and plays with the pseudo-cock until it is leaking into her mouth; then she starts to suck and it quivers. Gahyeon gracefully swallows egg after egg, her throat so well lubricated that even though they are larger, the gummy balls slide down her gullet with ease. When it is finished filling her with its spawn, she removes it from her mouth, before giving its bruised tip and sloppy kiss. "So, I'll be seeing you in a week, right? I'll incubate the babies you plopped into my tummy until then, but next time... Next time you had better impregnate all of my holes, oh and violate me even harder; the fact that I'm even conscious right now is really not great." The tentacle pulsates in her grasp, and Gahyeon finally allows it to escape back into the hellish dimension from which it came; the portal closing behind it with a wet shlorp.
Gahyeon staggers towards the exit of the library, her leaking holes leaving behind a slippery trail of fluids. She was looking forward to having her innards invaded again, the other girls would be so jealous of her! She doesn't think any of them had given birth while getting fucked before either, so she was really going to be able to show off! Gahyeon tenderly strokes at her protruding belly, feeling the eggs squirming inside of her; who knew that serving as the breeding-pouch for an interdimensional demon would be so fucking arousing?
Well, maybe Gahyeon, but she did read a little too much hentai for her own good...
<A/N I was going to make the ending even more degenerate, but lucky for you guys I came to senses before I could make things worse. You're welcome <3>
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archons ft. reincarnation
venti, zhongli, raiden ei x gn!reader
summary: you were dead—until you appeared again hundreds of years later, that same smile on your lips that made them fall for you centuries ago.
word count: 4.6k
note: first time posting my work on tumblr!
warning/s: spoilers for venti’s story quest and raiden shogun’s story quest act i & ii, angst, brief descriptions of past character death (reader)
part 2
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VENTI
Venti’s fingers glide through the strings of his lyre, the perpetually gloomy weather exacerbating the melancholic undertone of his song.
“The outside world…” you muse, sitting beside your bard of a friend, watching the towering castle in the distance where your possessive god resides. “I wonder what it’s like.”
Small, melodic bells chime from your shoulder. You turn your head in order to face the wind spirit you call a friend. His little face is scrunched up, as if he’s regaling you tales of the scenery beyond Mondstadt. You don’t understand him, none of you do, but you indulge him with a smile anyway.
“Mhm. Oh, is that so? Yeah, I think so too. That seems lovely!” He bobs his head in agreement with your words, and you laugh at the adorable sight. You return your gaze to the castle by the distance, a wistful look in your eyes. “I’d like to see it one day. I bet the sky is so blue and the lands stretch on for miles and miles until you lose sight of the other end. The weather would be warmer too, because the sun would always be out.”
The little wind sprite lets out a tinkling sound. You don’t know what he’s trying to tell you, but you pretend that you do.
“Yeah. I wonder if the grass is greener outside of Mondstadt. It must be. There wouldn’t be constant rain over there so the plants won’t always be so damp and mushy. The sky must be full of birds, all of them just flying freely without a care in the world.”
Your bard of a friend listens quietly to your musings, now playing a softer song with his lyre. In contrast, your little spirit friend circles around your head, chiming something and pointing to the castle in the distance with his little hood.
For once, you think you understand what he’s trying to say. “Lord Decarabian, huh?” Something in you brews uncomfortably as you mention your god, so you try to lighten the atmosphere, “I don’t think he’ll agree even if we ask very nicely.”
Your little friend lets out a series of bell chimes that somehow lets you know what he thinks about your little joke. It’s only when Venti suddenly stops playing his lyre that the wind spirit quiets down.
You turn to him questioningly, finding him already looking at you with those blue eyes of his, always so bright despite being born in a perpetually gloomy city. There’s a contemplative frown on his face as he moves his gaze from you, to your little friend, to the castle in the center of the city.
Finally, he opens his mouth.
“Then let’s not ask,” he says, his eyes fixed on the looming castle. “He keeps his people in this city and forces us to call it freedom, but what is freedom if demanded of you by a god?”
“Venti…” you say in warning. Somehow, you get the feeling you’re not going to like what he’s about to say.
Somehow, you get the feeling you’re going to agree anyway.
He smiles at you and the wind sprite you call a friend, bright and optimistic. “I want to see the outside world too, so let’s fight to see it. Together.”
“Together,” you repeat, looking at him and your little friend. “A bard, a warrior, and a wind sprite. Sounds like the beginning of a long tale.” You gaze at the castle in the distance once more. “I wonder how it will end.”
Venti laughs. “It’ll be a happy ending. I’ll make sure of it.”
Bell chimes ring in the air as the small wind sprite circles the air in front of you, exclaiming his agreement to Venti’s words.
A thought occurs to you.
“Well, a tale isn’t complete if one of the main characters is nameless,” you say, offering your palm for him to rest in. Your little friend hops into it, sighing little happy bells.
A name. What name would suit him, you wonder. Looking up at the sky above, nothing sparks any inspiration. There’s only dark clouds holding the threat of rain. If you look closely enough, you think you can peek through those clouds and see something resembling the blue sky of the world outside. Wishful thinking, of course, the clouds in Mondstadt are thick enough to cover miles in the sky.
But if you squint an eye and tilt your head to the left, you think you can see a hint of a silhouette, something floating far above—
Then you avert your gaze back to your friend resting in the palm of your hands. A gust of wind blows past you. Maybe it’s premonition, or maybe you just wanted the best for him, but in that moment, you imagine that out of the three of you, it is this little spirit in your hands who will achieve the greatest of things.
A name pops up in your mind and begins to take root. “What do you think of the name Barbatos?”
He immediately zips up, twirling in the air in front of you and nuzzling your cheek affectionately. And just like that, the moment is broken, and he is back to being just your little friend.
“You like it, huh?” His answer comes in the form of a series of tinkling bells. You smile. “It’s a pretty name, isn’t it?”
Two thousand and six hundred years later, the wind spirit turned archon stands on a raised platform, a lyre in hand and performing a song he hasn’t sung in five hundred years.
A bell chimes, signifying an entry to the door of the tavern, such an innocuous sound for the impending tragedy he is about to relive.
The last chord is strung. The crowd claps, disperses and thins. A lone figure makes their way to the front.
Someone clears their throat.
He looks up.
And suddenly he is back to that day millennia ago, just a little wind sprite tinkling bells in the palm of your hand. An apple for breakfast, lunch and dinner, your teasing remarks about how he isn’t going to be able to fly anymore if he keeps gaining weight. The song of the friend he embodies resonating with his soul.
How simple life had been, back when dreams of revolution and gods were just that: dreams.
Hushed talks of freedom between each round of song, the wistful look on your face as you mused how vast the outside world must be. Full of plains and lush grass, you imagined. And when Barbatos left the ruins of Old Mondstadt, one third of a whole, he made your dreams come true as he flattened mountains and brought warm winds to fend away the cold.
He only wished all three of you had been there to see it, instead of just him alone.
“What a lovely song! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you perform here in Angel’s Share before. What’s your name?” You smile at him, all soft and lovely with a hint of nostalgia in the corner of your eyes. As beautiful as the day he lost you.
He never realized how much he’d started to forget what you looked like until you appeared right in front of him, a ghost from two thousand years past.
Do you remember him? Do you miss him as much as he’s missed you? Will you forgive him for not letting go of the past, for taking on the appearance of your beloved friend? Have you been well? Do you have many friends? Any family?
Is there someone you hold dear to your heart already, someone who holds you close, who would never let you fight alone. Someone who won’t kneel helplessly as you died in their arms, smiling amidst the numbing pain from the gaping wound in your chest. Have you already found someone who will protect and care for you, because if not, then—
In this life, will you finally love him the way he loves you?
What’s your name?
His name, the name you gave him, is on the tip of his tongue. Barbatos, it’s a pretty name, isn’t it? And he was never able to tell you how much he agreed with you, how much he loved the name you gave him. He wants to tell you how he’s made Barbatos more than just a little wind spirit, wants to ask if you’re proud of him for achieving the freedom you once sought for—but most of all, he wants to tell you how much he loves you for giving him his name, his identity.
When the drinks become too much and his mind muddles the distinction between himself and his friend—is he Venti, or is it someone else?—he tries to remember you and the way his name rolled off your tongue. Barbatos. On his worst days, when everything becomes too much, when he tries to remember the way your voice sounded only to realize that he’s starting to forget, he says it to himself.
Barbatos.
Barbatos.
Barbatos.
It’s a pretty name, isn’t it?
And he smiles to himself and says yes out loud, and the other patrons will think he’s had too much to drink again, and he’ll shrug off their judging gazes and ignore the bartender’s disapproving look because finally, he remembers what you once sounded like as you spoke his name.
He wants to tell you how much you’ve done for him, even if you weren’t here with him.
But he bites back his tongue and puts on a well practiced smile, ignoring the twinge in his heart at the lack of recognition in your eyes.
“The name’s—” Barbatos “—Venti! And who might you be, oh beautiful stranger?”
The sound of your laughter soothes two thousand and six hundred years worth of pain within the span of a few seconds. He keeps the memory of it locked in his chest. It is ridiculous, the ease with which you burrow yourself back into his heart with just a laugh—though in hindsight, perhaps it isn’t so ridiculous after all. You never really left his heart even after thousands of years.
As your name falls from your lips, Venti decides it’s alright if you don’t remember him, that it’s alright if the name you call him now isn’t the name you gave him long ago.
Just being able to see you again is enough.
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ZHONGLI
“I am thinking of retiring.”
You lean your elbows on the wooden railings, resting your face in the palm of your hands as you looked up at him. “Retiring? I don’t think Hu Tao would approve.”
“No, no,” he clarifies, “Not in Wangsheng Funeral. I have…another job that I wish to retire from.”
“You have two jobs, Zhongli? Never would have guessed with how relaxed you always are.” He cracks a faint smile at that.
“My other job is not very demanding of my time. Nevertheless, it holds an important role in Liyue.” The wind blows against him, his hair billowing in the breeze as he stood above the harbor. Somehow, you imagine him in white, a hood pulled over his head and a spear in his hand as he gazed down an imaginary foe in the sea.
The image leaves a strange feeling in you, so you quickly shake it away from your thoughts and focus on his earlier words.
“Are you some kind of big shot? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?! Here I was talking to you so casually—” Your eyes widen in realization. “Ah! You were undercover this whole time, weren’t you? Are you gonna report me to the Tianquan for disrespect—” You’re interrupted by the sound of Zhongli’s soft laughter.
He gazes at you with such soft amber eyes you’re almost half-inclined to believe it’s the sun playing tricks on you.
How mesmerizing. How familiar. You think you’ve seen this sight before, you just can’t put a finger when.
“My work is not that kind of work. It is…complicated, to say the least. You need not worry about any perceived disrespect, I don’t mind at all.”
Your shoulders slump in relief. “Oh, thank Rex Lapis. I thought I was about to face the wrath of the rock or something.”
He stills, hands clenching against the railings for the briefest of moments before relaxing. It goes unnoticed by you. “Wrath of the rock… I don’t believe I have spoken such words in your presence before.”
“Really?” You turn to him with furrowed brows. Now that you think about it, you don’t think he’s ever said that phrase before. How strange, where did it come from then? “Must’ve been something I read somewhere. You talk like an old man so much, Zhongli, I’m starting to confuse words from old books with your ramblings.”
Looking away, he stares past the railings and into the harbor below, something almost melancholic in his eyes. “Perhaps.”
“So,” you say to distract him from whatever caused that look to form in his eyes, “Are you really retiring?”
He looks at you, still with those sad, sad eyes that makes something in you churn uncomfortably. So you place a hand on his shoulder, ignoring the way his eyes widen at the gesture, and you give him the brightest smile you can muster.
“Well, whatever you choose to do, I’ll support you all the way!” And maybe your words got through to him, or maybe he saw something in your smile, but Zhongli chuckles, deep and rumbling. You once said it sounded like a dragon’s, and his face twisted into something you couldn’t quite read.
“Ever the optimist,” he tells you, fondness replacing that melancholic look in his eyes. “It is one of the many aspects that I admire about you.”
Your face heats up. Looking away from that affectionate look, you attempt to make light of his words. “H-Ha! Don’t go falling for me now, Zhongli. I’ll break your heart if you do!”
(You already have, Zhongli thinks, his heart beating a painful yet nostalgic tune in his chest.)
He waves your words away.
“Of course, such is to be expected of you,” he says idly, almost cryptically. You’re tempted to ask what that means, but he has the frustrating habit of pretending to be oblivious when he doesn’t want to answer a question, even though you can totally see through the act.
“Now back to the original topic!” You’re back to leaning your arms against the railings. Zhongli follows your actions by resting his gloved hands on the polished wood. “So, retirement, huh?”
He hums. “I was uncertain this morning, but our conversation has been quite enlightening. I have you to thank for solidifying my decision.” You watch him look over Liyue’s harbor, at the people down by the docks all working together like pieces in a cog. There’s something like pride in Zhongli’s eyes as he stares at the people. “Liyue is in good hands, is it not?”
“Hm? Oh, yeah, I guess you’re right. Lady Nigguang’s a real scary one, but she’s the best at her job. The Yuheng can afford to take a break now and then, but Keqing’s great at whatever she puts her mind in. Captain Beidou’s not exactly a government official, but she’s a known figure of the people, and she’s got a real good head on her shoulders—not to mention, real fun to hang out with!” You snicker at the memory of getting into a drinking contest with her. You lost, obviously, but the experience was worth it.
It’s then that you realize you haven’t mentioned the most important person in all of Liyue.
“And Rex Lapis…” Zhongli seems to straighten at the mention of your archon. “He only comes down to Liyue once a year now in the past few centuries. Well, that’s to be expected since Liyue’s at peace now. I guess even gods need to rest every now and then.”
(Something in his chest twists at your words.)
“Yes, they do, don’t they?” he agrees, his voice solemn.
You nod. “He’s probably over in Celestia partying with the other gods. You think he’s shacking it up with his partner up there? Heh, at least one of us is getting some.”
The reaction you receive is unexpected, but pleasantly surprising nonetheless.
Zhongli lets out a full blown laugh, head tilted back and shoulders shaking, eyes closed with mirth. You stare with your jaw open, unable to take your eyes off him even as his laughter begins to die down. It looks just like—
A man in white robes, veins of gold running down his arms as he held his stomach. His head tilted back, the ground shaking with the force of his laughter, his hood falling down to reveal familiar amber eyes gazing at you with mirth, fondness lurking beneath his smile—
“Ah, I truly have missed this.” Missed you, he doesn’t say, but you hear it all the same.
You decide that critical thinking really isn’t for you, so you brush away the strange not-memory and the feelings that rise up when he looks at you like that.
Teasingly, you grin at him. “Aw, Zhongli, it was only a week yet you missed me that much? Don’t worry, I missed you too.”
The quirk in his lips seems to tell you that he expected such an answer from you.
He then turns his head up, gazing into the mid-afternoon sky, your teasing forgotten.
“Once I retire, allow me to invite you for an afternoon of drinking osmanthus wine. I recently discovered a merchant selling top quality wine, and once i acquired a taste, it truly was—as per the merchant’s words—as if you have been taken back to a thousand years ago.”
There’s a quip waiting to to be said at the tip of your tongue, a joke at how he’s secretly been an old grandpa this entire time, but you swallow back the urge to let out the lighthearted joke.
There’s a fragility to this moment that you can’t quite put a finger on, so you hold back your usual retort and mull over your decision.
“I’d like that,” you say after a few heartbeats.
Zhongli smiles, and this time it’s less delicate, more sure of himself.
“I look forward to it.”
You nearly barf once the liquid enters your mouth. All those drinking contests with Beidou has made your stomach weak. But the sight of Zhongli serenely sipping his own osmanthus wine reminds you to have enough tact not to mention how bad it tastes for you.
To delay your second sip, you decide to ask, “How is it?”
Zhongli places his cup down, the procelain making a soft noise as it meets the saucer. He then looks up, sees you holding your own cup of osmanthus wine and trying not to look constipated at the taste, and he smiles at the familiar sight.
“It tastes the same as I remember.”
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EI
“Oh my, Your Eternal Excellency! It’s an honor to have your most exalted presence in the Yae Publishing House!”
Her entire world stops, suspended in a haze, narrowing down to this little booth in a random street in the city of Inazuma. Time stretches on for eternity, while the god chasing it is stuck staring at the sight of a familiar, beautiful, ephemeral mirage.
There’s a friendly smile on your lips, not a hint of nervousness at being in the presence of a god such as herself. You’ve always been so fearless. Brave and courageous and stupid and self-sacrificing. Ei loved and hated that attribute of yours, back when she was still capable of loving someone without ruining them.
“Ei? Are you alright?”
For a moment, she lets herself believe it was your voice that spoke those words to her. Soft, soothing tones that once lulled her to rest after a day of training non-stop to improve her martial skills, back when a kagemusha like her was still granted the luxury of rest.
Sleep, Ei. Even gods need some shut eye.
But this is one of the many flaws of ephemerality—the moment for engaging in selfish delusions ends far too soon.
It takes all of her willpower to tear her gaze from you in order to face the Traveler.
“Yes, just a little surprised.” Years and years of experience has taught her to control her voice. It will not waver, not even in the presence of her once-dead lover.
“You sure? You kinda spaced out for a while back there,” the floating pixie who calls herself Paimon remarks.
“Yes, I am quite fine,” she says.
Although, is she truly? Perhaps not, but five hundred years of solitude has hardened her. Had this been before, perhaps she would have wept upon seeing you again, alive and whole and not painting the grass with a pool of your own blood.
Ei directs her attention to the Traveler. “Now, what were you saying about those light novels?”
For the rest of her time in the Yae Publishing House, she spends it dutifully avoiding your curious gaze. Even going so far as to wait by the railings as the Traveler picked a light novel for her to read.
She heard you speak to the Traveler once, making a suggestion regarding the selection.
“I think she’ll like this one!”
You were right, she did like it.
Ei tries not to, but every time she ventures out of Tenshukaku to see more of her people, she passes by the Yae Publishing House that you, more often than not, watch over.
The leylines near the roots of the Sacred Sakura Tree are being strange.
Walking with the Traveler after the disappearance of Furuyama, the blind tea-brewer, is solemn. The path they’re traversing in is painfully familiar. She tries not to remember what the scenery would have looked like five hundred years ago.
A twig snaps. She and the Traveler whirl at the direction of the noise—
And Ei is once again faced with the ghost of her past.
“Ei, is it really you?”
She has seen you in this era, wearing a kind smile and modern clothes. Always so welcoming despite the strangeness of the Raiden Shogun visiting a light novel store every other week. No, your appearance is not what makes her stumble, makes her breathless and teary-eyed as she closes the remaining distance between you.
It is the way you are looking at her. Because finally, finally there is recognition in your eyes.
You are solid beneath her touch, not an apparition, not a mirage. Your armor digs into her skin as she embraces you, her heart the lightest it’s been in five hundred years.
You’re sweaty and dirty and a little bit bloody, but Ei has seen you in the worst state possible. Dirtying her immaculate clothing is a small price to pay for this brief moment.
The Traveler watches with wide eyes, reconciling the image of the warrior in worn, outdated armor with the kind, cheerful editor of the Yae Publishing House.
“I was starting to lose hope,” you tell her, voice low with a quiet sort of relief. The smile she receives makes her feel young again, a kagemusha who fell in love with one of her sister’s retainers. “Now that you’re here, I’m sure everything will be alright.”
The future you speak of is nonexistent. The moment you died—her last hope, the only remaining light in her life after the death of her sister and companions—everything became a far cry from alright.
But Ei will tell you none of this. Your current self is safe in Inazuma City, living in the future she created with her own hands. But you of the past, the one she loved dearly, you know nothing of this future, of what will happen—had happened—to you, and she will keep it that way.
Perhaps this is just her way of attempting to alleviate her guilt upon your death, but she wants this ghost of you to move on with the knowledge that everything will be fine, even if all of it is a lie.
This time, it is her that prompts you to rest your head on her lap, stroking your hair and watching you be lulled to sleep.
“Rest now. I will handle the rest.”
Your eyes flutter closed for the final time, taking her hand in yours. You leave her with parting words that will resonate deep within her soul for the rest of eternity.
“You don’t have to do everything alone, Ei.”
One would think that after battling herself for five hundred years, her first words to her dear friend would be to ask how Inazuma is, but perhaps five hundred years has made her a bit more selfish. So instead, she asks about you.
“How is…?” Ei doesn’t need to mention your name for Yae to know who she’s referring to.
“Oh, still delightful as ever, that one. Asks about you often, though. Far too often, in my opinion. Why, if I didn’t know any better I’d have thought I was only being approached so I can be the relayer of any news relating to you.” Yae shakes her head fondly. “Even without memories of your time together, that little one is still so smitten with you.”
Ei’s cheeks turns a light shade of pink. At the sound of Yae’s snicker, she turns a frown at the devious kitsune.
“Miko…”
“Oh, come now. Can’t a girl have a little bit of fun? Although, none of what I said was untrue.” Yae’s tone softens just the slightest bit, knowing the delicacy of anything regarding you. After a moment though, a sly smile makes its way to her lips. “If you have any tips on how to woo someone, be sure to tell me, Ei. Authors these days just have no imagination for romance, always so dry and boring.”
It’s a simple teasing remark, one of many that Yae is prone to saying. Ei shouldn’t respond to it, but she can’t help but say the first word that comes to her mind.
“Gifts.”
“Your Eternal Excellency!”
The genuine surprise in your face leaves her amused. You quickly attempt to fix your messy hair and rumpled clothes. Had it been anyone else, she would have thought them lazy for being so unkempt, but you manage to make even the smallest of things endearing.
She supposes some things stay the same, even in a new life and a new era.
“I came to bring you a gift,” she says, holding out the Raiden Shogun statue that was sent to the Tenshukaku that morning.
You stare at the object with wide eyes, like you’re unable to believe that your archon is giving you an actual gift instead of the other way around.
When she set out in search of you that afternoon, she thought giving you something would be a good gesture. Although, in hindsight, gifting you a statue of herself may come off as conceited of her. Ah, she really should ask someone for advice before she approaches you next time.
Before she can apologize and return the statue, you’re already taking it from her hands, a look of wonder crossing your face as you inspected it.
“This was sold out hours ago! I was planning on buying one but I got there too late!” Casual. You speak so casually, as if the person you’re speaking to isn’t the Almighty Narukami Ogosho, God of Thunder.
As if the person you’re speaking to is simply her, Ei. Not the Raiden Shogun. Not the Electro Archon. Just Ei.
You give her your best smile. “Thank you.”
Can a person still be the same person even without their memories?
Ei doesn’t know, but perhaps she’ll find out soon.
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silver linings | adaman
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❥ — PAIRING adaman x gn! reader
❥ — SUMMARY in which the rain that supposedly ruined your day has it's perks, and being in close proximity to the leader of the diamon clan is apparently one of them
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"Adaman!"When you spot Adaman and his Leafeon in the Crimson Mirelands, the sky is overcast and a gentle but everpresent breeze is rustling his hair and clothes. It's calm — quiet, even.
"Adaman!"
You're out on yet another quest for someone who'd dropped their bag while running away from a Hippowdon (you can't say you blame them), and the thought of some company was definitely welcomed. Any time spent with the Diamond clan leader was time well spent, in your opinion.
He notices you and immediately waves, calling your name in response to your shout, "fancy seeing you here!"
Once you get closer, you begin to fish through your bag to find treats for his Leafeon and your pokémon, letting them all out while you chatted idly to the tall man, "I was almost caught in the clutches of a Drapion yesterday, I don't think I've ran that fast in a while!"
A close encounter with a dangerous pokémon is nothing new for you —and it's nothing new for Adaman to hear about— but as you speak he fixates solely on you and quickly forgets about the food in his palm, entranced by your words. He could swear that whenever you're around, it's as though you use hypnosis on him.
It isn't until there's a crack of lightning that seems to run a tear through the clouds, closely followed by a low roar of thunder, that Adaman is pulled away from his trance — he hadn't been told a storm was expected.
You're barely given a moment to think before the soft tap of rain hits your head.
You’re not sure ten seconds pass before its coming down exponentially. The rain quickly becomes a torrential downpour, and you begin running with Adaman and your pokemon following closely.
It seems only natural that Adaman manages to pull in front of you considering his talk stature. You aren’t thinking much other than wanting to find shelter, but for a split second you pray to Almight Sinnoh that he won’t just leave you behind.
Your prayers are answered when the diamond clan leader grabs onto your wrist and pulls you along. As you continue running in search of refuge from the rain, you aren't sure if your heart is beating so quickly because of the sudden exercise or because of Adaman's touch. The tight grip of his fingers around your wrist feels warm and strong.
Your clothes are quickly soaked through, and you can feel your hair sticking to your scalp. Despite the discomfort, you keep running, heart pounding in your chest, until you finally spot a small cave tucked into the side of a nearby hill.
You follow him inside, grateful for the temporary respite from the storm. The cave is dark, but you can just make out the outline of Adaman's figure as he shakes the water from his hair and clothes.
The space is small and enclosed - to the point where you can feel the heat radiating from his body. You turn to him and catch his eye. There's a moment where you're both staring at each other in silence, still catching your breath. The sound of the rain hitting the cave walls echoes around you.
There's something in the way he's looking at you that makes your heart skip a beat, and you're suddenly aware of how close you are to him. His lips are slightly parted and you notice his Adam's apple bob in his throat.
Maybe it's the crackling thunder that sets off a spark, but within seconds you've wrapped your hands in his jacket and pull him towards you, lips pressing flush against each other. A hum of surprise tumbles from his lips at the contact, but Adaman quickly reciprocates. As you kiss, the feeling running through your veins could rival the intensity of the lightning outside: it's fervent and eager and as you begin to pull away, you feel him chase after your lips. You meet him half way.
It's softer this time, and Adaman's hands find their way to your cheeks, pulling you as close as he possibly can. The world around you melts away as you kiss, thunder becomes a distant grumble and the howling wind is long forgotten. He can't help but pray for Almighty Sinnoh to halt both space and time so he can just live in this moment.
You both pull away again, lightly gasping for air but grinning boyishly at each other. Despite the darkness you can just about see the flush of his cheeks, spattered red crawling from his neck to his ears. You're unsure if the hammering in your ears is your heart, his, or the rain outside. You settle on a mixture of the three.
"That was... nice," he's first to break the silence and you almost snort out a laugh at his words.
"Nice?"
"Well, yeah," he chuckles, leaning forward to press his forward against yours, "more than nice, even."
You decide in that moment that you hope the storm outside doesn't stop raging, especially if Adaman keeps letting you kiss him.
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lokorum · 6 months
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tell me about sanguine !
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OFGIHOGFHOIGF JUST BACK FROM THE VACATION SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LOOOOOOONGGGG!!! -inhales- sanguineeeeee!!!!!!!..................my sweet potatoman, my unhinged little meow-meow, my  slut of the month-every month!!! i swear this man is SAINT and he is here to save our characters from traumatizing encounters with the plot, using only cheap booze and questionable relationships with goats. the amount of times i shoved him into the story just for nae to finally have some damn good time?? illegal........ speaking of - i have NO IDEA since when we collectively decided that sanguine is like The Prince Who Other Princes Tolerate The Most but you know what? i love it! it works so well!! he has this "bob, everyone's favorite buddy" energy and then !!bam!! you build horror and gore on top of it!! funny party music slows and starts to sound creepy!! food looks suspicious!! lights makes your eyes hurt!! oooooooooooooooooooooooh id kill for having a well made quest featuring him! sanguine's themes of dark desires, hedonism and blood are pure horror material and just begging to be put to use!! psychological horror\thriller we could get with him involved could be so delicious!! not entirely "descend into madness" kind of thing because we have another sweet daedric bun for that, but "humanity under a microscope" mb? the box man + lord of the flies kinda story? we're definitely missing a lot here 🍷
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Out of All: Chp 2
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Jake Seresin x OC! Anna Bradshaw
Brothers' Best Friend Series! Follow along as these characters navigate the treacherous waters of love, loyalty, and desire, all while facing the ultimate taboo: falling for your sibling's best friend. From heart-pounding moments to steamy encounters, this series is a rollercoaster of emotions that will keep you hooked until the very end. Brace yourself for intense romantic tension, sizzling chemistry, and enough drama to keep you guessing. Are you ready to embark on this captivating journey?
This chapter includes explicit sexual content with detailed descriptions of sexual activity and intimacy between characters. Scenes depict physical intimacy, including kissing, touching, and biting, with characters described in states of undress. Emotional intensity is explored, encompassing themes of longing, desire, and vulnerability, with brief references to past trauma. Characters may be shown consuming alcoholic beverages, and mature themes such as casual relationships.
Waking up was always a dreaded task, akin to reluctantly shouldering the weight of the world each morning. The thought of facing the harsh realities of life outside your cocoon of dreams filled you with a sense of unease that lingered from one day to the next. Yet today held a glimmer of promise, a flicker of hope amidst the usual dread. Today marked the beginning of a new chapter, the dawn of a long-awaited dream.
Your plan for the day laid out before you like a roadmap to liberation. First, the mundane rituals of existence: rise, nourish, work. Then, the exhilarating prospect of a cliffside walk, pen in hand, ready to breathe life into the blank canvas of the page. It was the day you would step into the realm of creation, where melodies would intertwine with your soul's deepest yearnings, giving voice to the unspoken truths that dwelled within.
The blaring intrusion of your alarm jolted you from your slumber, a rude awakening to the day's demands. With heavy limbs and bleary eyes, you stumbled through the motions of morning, each step a battle against the weight of exhaustion that threatened to engulf you. A splash of cold water on your face offered a fleeting reprieve, a feeble attempt to rouse yourself from the clutches of sleep.
Perched on the edge of the bath, you found solace in the stillness of the moment, seeking refuge in the quietude of self-reflection. The mirror before you reflected a semblance of resolve, a whispered reminder that today, you would seize the reins of destiny and forge your own path.
With trembling hands, you applied a gentle touch of makeup, a subtle armor against the world's scrutiny. Your curls cascaded in wild abandon, a testament to the untamed spirit that dwelled within. A final swipe of lipstick imbued with the hue of courage, and you were ready to face the day head-on.
Dressed in jeans and a blazer, adorned with subtle accents of jewelry, you stepped into the world with a quiet confidence, a silent vow to confront whatever lay ahead with unwavering determination. As you gathered your belongings and prepared to embark on the journey that awaited, the echo of a whispered mantra lingered in the air: "You've got this. Just get up and get wild."
Outside, familiar faces greeted you with laughter and camaraderie, a reminder that you were not alone in your quest for fulfillment. Amidst the banter and camaraderie, you found solace in the shared journey towards self-discovery, each step bringing you closer to the realization of your dreams.
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"Hey Bagman!" Phoenix's voice sliced through the air, drawing Jake's attention away from his thoughts. With Rooster and Bob in tow, the trio approached, likely having car-pooled from the same vicinity. Jake pivoted, waiting for them to catch up, seamlessly integrating into their group, forming a line of four as they walked.
Bradley couldn't resist teasing, his words laced with playful banter. "You ran off on us early yesterday, how was the chick of yours?" The mischievous glint in Bradley's eyes elicited laughter from Phoenix and Bob, but Jake's expression shifted, a smirk playing at his lips as he responded, perhaps oversharing just a tad. "The best head in my life." His admission was met with groans and eye rolls from his comrades, who deemed it TMI.
"Jesus Hangman, T.M.I man!" Phoenix's laughter echoed through the air, while Bob simply shook his head at Jake's candidness. Bradley, ever the diplomat, offered a pat on the back. "Fair played. Lucky man."
Little did Bradley know the true extent of his wingman's fortune.
As Bob and Phoenix led the way, Jake and Bradley lingered behind, savoring the tranquility of their stroll. Bradley seized the opportunity to inquire further about Jake's rendezvous. Jake's grin widened as he reminisced, painting a vivid picture of his encounter. "Mate, she was fucking godly. You should've seen her little mouth on me, fucking goddess."
Entering the men's locker room, the conversation continued, punctuated by the clatter of bags being set down and lockers being unlocked. Rooster chimed in, acknowledging Jake's luck, while Bradley redirected the conversation, curious about Bradley's own escapades with a red-headed woman from the night before.
"Not my type," Bradley admitted with a shrug. "She was, I don't know how to put it. But for sure not for me." His discomfort was palpable, a stark contrast to Jake's exuberance. Mentioning his sister's recent move-in, Bradley emphasized the newfound need for discretion.
Jake nodded in understanding, contemplating the dynamics of sibling cohabitation, a concept foreign to him. He couldn't help but marvel at Rooster's familial ties, a reminder of the complexities of human relationships.
Bradley's focus shifted back to Jake, eager to hear about his own romantic conquests. "So how was your chick besides that?" he inquired, prompting Jake to share more about his evening. With a grin, Jake painted a vivid picture of his encounter, his words dripping with satisfaction.
As they prepared for their day ahead, Jake couldn't help but tease Bradley about introducing his sister to the group, a prospect that promised to inject new life into their dynamic. "You know you really gotta introduce your sister to us," Jake prodded, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Need to meet the other living and breathing Bradshaw."
Bradley nodded in agreement, hinting at future introductions, a promise of shared experiences yet to come.
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You sat amidst a sea of crumpled papers and scattered notes, the lyrics of your soul laid bare before you. This album was more than just a collection of songs; it was a testament to your journey, a cathartic release of pent-up emotion. With each word, each chord, you sought to carve out a niche for yourself in the tumultuous world of music.
Harry, your steadfast companion in this musical odyssey, stood by your side, his presence a beacon of support amidst the chaos. His question hung in the air, a gentle prompt to continue the creative process. With a smile, you dove back into the depths of your mind, weaving together threads of anguish and resilience into the fabric of your song.
"So I was thinking like previously the 'sprinkler splashes' part but then something like 'I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this,' you know, something that would evoke emotion and make it acoustic," you explained, your words infused with passion and purpose. Harry nodded in understanding, his eyes alight with enthusiasm as he absorbed every detail of your vision.
As you delved into the intricacies of the composition, Harry's quiet approval served as a steady anchor, grounding you in the present moment. With a final flourish, you added the finishing touches, a subtle riff that danced delicately atop the melody, binding the song together in harmony.
"How about you just do the guitar, and we see how the riff will work?" Harry suggested, his confidence in your abilities unwavering. You nodded in agreement, eager to breathe life into the chords that lay dormant upon the page.
With your phone poised to capture the magic, you cradled your guitar in your arms, fingers trembling with anticipation. As you pressed the record button, a hush descended upon the room, the only sound the gentle strumming of strings.
The music flowed effortlessly from your fingertips, each note a testament to the raw emotion that coursed through your veins. With each verse, each chorus, you poured your heart and soul into the melody, channeling the depths of your being into the music.
"I hosted parties and starved my body… I looked around in a blood-soaked gown… So make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it… You're on your own, kid, you always have been."
With the final chord, you brought the song to a close, the echoes of your music lingering in the air like a whispered promise. As you stopped the recording, Harry burst into the room, his eyes alight with joy and excitement.
"Now that was a hit!" he exclaimed, his words a balm to your weary soul. You couldn't help but beam with pride, a sense of accomplishment washing over you like a warm embrace. This was more than just a song; it was a masterpiece, a testament to your unwavering dedication and passion for your craft.
In that moment, as you basked in the glow of your achievement, you knew that you had found your calling. For you, music wasn't just a means of expression—it was your lifeline, your salvation in a world fraught with uncertainty. And with Harry by your side, you were ready to conquer whatever challenges lay ahead, one chord at a time.
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"Brad! I'm back!" Your voice reverberated through the narrow hallway, announcing your return as you stepped into the familiar comfort of your home. With your bag slung over your shoulder and your guitar case in hand, you made your way inside, balancing the instrument against the wall with practiced ease. As you slipped off your shoes with a deft motion, Bradley's voice echoed from the living room, drawing you further into the heart of the house.
"TV!" he called out, a predictable presence in his domain. With a shake of your head, you couldn't help but smile at the familiarity of it all. Making your way into the living room, you found Bradley reclining on the couch, engrossed in reruns of a football game. His gaze met yours as you leaned in the doorway, and he tapped the spot beside him, wordlessly inviting you to join him.
Accepting his silent invitation, you shuffled over to the couch and settled in beside him, letting out a contented sigh as your tense muscles finally relaxed. Bradley's arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you close in a gesture of silent companionship.
"How was your day?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle as neither of you broke eye contact with the television. You leaned into his embrace, savoring the warmth and comfort it offered. It had been a day of highs and lows, of music and introspection, but above all, a day of self-discovery.
Taking a moment to gather your thoughts, you pondered how much to share with Bradley. Today had been a journey of self-expression, a chance to spread your wings and soar. You had spent hours lost in the melody of your music, finding solace in the rhythm of your own heartbeat.
"The songbird finally got to play its tune," you finally replied, your voice tinged with a sense of fulfilment. In that moment, nestled against Bradley's side, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, a reminder that no matter the challenges you faced, you were never truly alone. With Bradley by your side, you knew that you could weather any storm, your songbird spirit soaring high above the trials and tribulations of life.
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just my type | leo valdez part one
keywords : leo valdez, riordanverse, canon x oc
writer's note : uhh yall ate up the idea of a daughter of hermes oc x leo valdez so mommy will feed u my children... i present to you absolute chaos and comedic relief couple. enjoy.. ship is very inspired by 'just my type - the vamps'
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the sound of metal hitting against metal reached the girl's ears, making her eyebrows stiffen a bit as she made her way onto the real crime scene; all those awful sounds came from argo II being made; and although silena de leon, daughter of hermes; beloved half-sister of luke castellan really respected the cause, the sound made her absolutely cringe.
the raven haired girl almost tripped over a few tools that had been abandoned in the middle of the way, making her cuss under her breath and look down at her sneakers to make sure they were not damaged by some stupid leftover hammer. with a little shake of the head silena finally approached the curly haired boy who was, apparently, putting some wooden planks on the side of the boat, and also spaced out enough to not realize she was making her way near. he stood on the third step of a high ladder. "hey bob the builder; don't you want to catch a break sometime?"
leo looked down at the -surprisingly- shorter girl, and flashed a little smile. he lifted his arm to wipe some dust away from his face and nose with his sleeve and shrugged a bit. "if you are asking me to-" he gently threw the hammer on his hand aside, letting it fall on some spare nails, and stepped down from the ladder he was on. "interrupted your sleep again? sorry, i'll make sure to delay an entire quest so you can get a few more hours of naps" leo said with a little chuckle and leaned with one arm on the boat, his hand running through his curls pushing them back making silena watch in awe.
now, silena and leo didn't know each other long. for what it's worth, silena met him and percy through annabeth who she has known forever; given that luke set them up to be friends when sil arrived at the camp for the first time; and they actually did. but gods, ever since meeting this dam son of hephaestus she had been losing her mind. whether it was the back and forth signs and jokes, or the absolute denial that either of them would ever see each other in any way above platonic; something made her heart skip a beat whenever she was close to the tanned boy, that's all she knew; should have seen her face when he first laughed at her spaniard accent; any other person would have taken a punch but he just got lucky with a push.
"yeah, that'd be so sweet of you!"
leo gave her a death stare with a chuckle, knowing damn well she wasn't anywhere near serious.
"so if it isn't that, why pay us a visit?"
silena slowly walked towards the rope ladder of the ship, tugging on it . "just curious to see how the ship is going. very good apparently." she pulled herself up the rope ladder which instantly caused a reaction by the other, making leo rush to bring her down in case she fell.
"whoa whoa you know that's not tied well yet right?!"
sil sat on one of the rope ladder's thin steps, only a couple feet above him and chuckled, swinging her feet to show her winged sneakers. "why do you always forget valdez?"
the curly haired sighed a bit. " if you get all tangled up in the ropes these aren't going to save you-." he looked at her from below with that signature troublemaking smile that brought an aching on her heart.
"i know, but you will."
the boy let his suspenders fall from each shoulder and climbed back up on his ladder, finally reaching her height and being almost face to face with the blue eyed girl; his breath was always cut short when the two were this close. it was funny how after so long of percy and annabeth being sappy now annabeth teased these two like her life depended on it.
"although you're not exactly knight in shining armor material.." silena reached to wipe his forehead from some mechanical oil. " more like greasy armor.."
"you know what's funny, sil?"
"hm?"
"your back is touching my fresh painted planks-."
sil finally realized why her shirt was sticking on her back for the past minute.
"VALDEZ-!"
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2nd Day of Yule: “Two Turtle Doves”
Crown Prince Mirion Thranduilion x Reader
Third Age 110 
The Last Homely House, Imladris
“Are you certain about this?” You gently stroked the downy throat of the sweet, grey-colored bird perched on the ledge of the open window. It chirped its approval of your touch, signaling not just its willingness, but its eagerness to set out on its special mission. 
But your question had not been for the amiable creature. It was for the Lady of Imladris, who finally rose from the desk where she had been working for the past several minutes while you waited, entranced by the swift movement of her skilled fingers. 
“This should do it.” Lady Celebrian flashed a triumphant smile and held up the small object, about the size and shape of an earwig, between her thumb and forefinger. “As for being certain, I think that is something you should ask yourself, not I or our little friend here.” She bent over to the bird on the windowsill, and before you could come close to see what she was doing, the tiny case that contained your letter had been secured to the animal’s right leg. “This will surely find its way to the intended recipient, so are you certain about your message?”
“I…yes, I am.” You knew you did not sound at all confident, and the blush that bloomed over your cheeks did not help matters. “I only hope that my words do not disappoint him.”
“Oh?” Celebrian’s tone was light and passive, but you were well aware of her deep love for Elvenqueen Maereth, and by extension, her sons. She had surpassed your mother in her eagerness to introduce you to Prince Mirion, even in the midst of the momentous occasion of her wedding day to Lord Elrond merely two summers ago. 
Yet Celebrian asked no questions, and gave no indication that she meant to press you for more information, whether at the moment or in the future. When you came to her to share news of the arrival of the feathered messenger from the Woodland Realm, you knew you could trust her to hold your secrets in confidence. 
However, you stopped short of sharing the contents of the letter with her, for you could not even read the words in private without sinking into a chair, overwhelmed by emotions you could not define.
“I believe he is ready to depart.”
Indeed you had tarried long enough in sending a response, almost unforgivably. You stretched out your arm, and the grey dove fluttered lightly to land on the edge of your hand.
“May kind winds carry you all the way home, darling friend,” you whispered. “Thank you for your courage.”
The messenger bird bobbed its head, trilled cheerily, and promptly took flight. In a flash it vanished into the evening sky, too quick in the darkness for even your sight to follow.
“What a long way to fly in terrible weather,” you sighed, peering up at the clouds overhead which appeared moments away from turning their icy burden into snowfall. “It seems like too much to ask of that fair little creature to brave such a journey.” 
“You may see it just as a delicate song bird.” Celebrian moved around you to close the shutters and keep out the incoming frost. “But Greenwood doves are exceptionally, deceptively hardy and utterly determined, just like their people. If that little one succeeded in finding its way here, then it will most certainly succeed in its quest home.” She slipped an arm around your shoulders to give you a gentle squeeze. “There is nothing left to do but wait.”
The Lady departed your room to leave you alone with your thoughts…which quickly turned to those words again. You glanced over at the book you left on the chaise by the fireplace. Within its pages you hid the letter that you had been reading over and over again since its arrival, even though the words had already nested within you, keeping his voice inside your head and his face in your mind’s eye. 
"The bond between two Greenwood doves is so steadfast that one could scarcely bear to be separated from its mate for long. I send this one to you because he is a trusted friend; one who understands the importance of his errand. Just as I do, he knows of separation and longing and the love that drives it all.
My only desire is to reaffirm the ardency of my affections for you. To know that you have been reminded of it, that you have thought of me, is enough to comfort me through this winter we are apart. 
I await my friend’s return with anticipation. I shall celebrate his reunion with his beloved, in the hope that I too may experience that same joy very soon."
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are you still doing those fic requests? i think it might be interesting to do something related to the mysteries of dragon blazers :] like maybe kris and noelle playing it together and encountering a creepy missingo.-type glitch boss
"So this is the shortcut I found!" Noelle says happily, directing the hero through what looks to just be a mass of identical bush tiles. "It took a lot of trying... But it lets you just entirely skip over the cavern."
Kris frowns, tilting their head at the screen. "But isn't Grinsley still in there?"
"Oh, yeah... But the sword he gives you isn't really worth it? You can buy one just like it in the town you end up in, fahaha."
Kris nods, going quiet for a bit, watching as the bushes give way to blackness.
"Isn't that mean?" they say finally.
Noelle blinks. "What is?"
Kris considers, gripping the sleeve of their sweater between their fingers and rubbing it as they gather their words. "I know that, um, Grinsley isn't that helpful... But he's still the hero's friend, right? The hero has to be super worried about being made to just leave him behind like that for... forever..." They lower their head. "I dunno. I wouldn't like it."
Noelle blinks, then grins. "Wow, Kris, didn't take you as a Grinsley fan. Was it the flexing?"
"I'm not--" Kris protests. "I don't like him. But they do." They point at the screen. "Isn't this their quest to help their friends? They wouldn't want to just leave one behind."
Noelle considers that, looking at the screen.
"It's okay," she says finally. "He shows up in the last town and stuff still, so the game just figures you rescued him anyways. It doesn't really matter what way you do it, and this way... You get through the game much faster. You can save the world faster. That's good, right? That's what heroes do."
Kris frowns, but nods. Their horns bob loosely on their head. "I guess. I just... I dunno. I like going fast through games and stuff, but..." They shrug. "Dunno. Sorry. It's dumb."
"No, I understand... I get worried about so much dumb stuff, it's kind of nice to see you do it too?" She grins.
They stick their tongue out at her. "Your stuff is way dumber. You're scared of p"e"zza boxes."
"Because someone kept staring through my window wearing one until Dess chased them off." She can't fake annoyance for long. "Um... How about this. I'll get better gear, and we'll do the cavern backwards. I kind of want to see what happens, honestly!"
Kris nods, sitting up straighter. "Yeah, okay. I wanna see if it gets confused." They giggle. "Thanks."
"No problem." She smiles, warm. "Now c'mon, there's a secret chest you can get the same way..."
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August 4th Chaos Summary
Bro it's terrible so much happened i cant even come up with a clever title for this post that summarizes eveything that went on. But I guess let's start from the beginning.
Foolish was finally able to log on to the QSMP from Ohio, which allowed him to reunite with leo and do her quests with her for the day. They had a lvoely time, and she went to sleep, after promising Foolish to come online both weekend days so that someone else takes care of her tasks.
Afterwards, he agreed with Pac and Mike to talk later, and he met with Jaiden on top of his dragon just to go over what had happened, and ask for her advice since, according to him, he "doesnt seem the world the way most people do", "what i might find funny doesnt seem to allign with what others find funny". But after talking it out with her, he decided to just be completely honest with tazercraft, and he would accept whatever happened as consequence
Pac and Mike scared their chat by prettending like they were going to kill Leo, but didnt. Mike took a picture of her, and said he was going to photoshop it to prank Foolish.
Pac, Mike and Foolish all talked, with TC recounting to him the days in prision, and the loss of Walter Bob while touring the Murder Mystery arena. Eventually Mike left and left Pac and Foolish alone to talk for a while.
Mike came back and gave foolish a picture of where Leo's bed should be, but empty, and said he had killed her. This obviously put Foolish in a bit of a panic spiral, and mans got MAD mad, absolutely ignoring every other threat from Mike and declaring "If I get there and she's not there, it's not just you Mike but everyone. I will rain hell over this island".
Luckly they got there and it was all a joke haha GET PUNKED (i legitimately almost cried, i was watching foosh's fov and didnt know it was fake.). But after that, everything was water under the bridge: Pac, Mike and Foolish all talked about what had happened, and Foolish was 100% honest about why he did so, and what he expected from it, as well as explaining to them that he had lied about Richas' life being in danger and why. He did not however mention that he's currently still working for the federation. Thought he implied he might get asked to arrest someone else.
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(i am currently re-watching Cellbit's VOD so i can accurately say everything that he went through, as i mostly found out about him from tumblr)
Meanwhile, i know Cellbit spoke with Pac and Mike about their talk with Foolish. And later on he had a meeting with Maxo, in which he asked cellbit to give him 45 out of his 58 bedrock blocks that he got from Rubius. He hesitated a lot on if he should give them to Maxo or not, and eventually deided to put his trust in him and gave him the blocks on a briefcase, just so that even if Maxo died, the blocks could not be acessed by his killer.
Maxo and Cellbit also talked about how Foolish and Jaiden seem to still be working for the federation, and mentioned how they are probably too innocent and naive, and will be fucked over by the federation eventually (foreshadowing
Speaking of Maxo, he managed to,,,,, convince,,,,,, Aypierre to give him one creative engine -which was, appropiately, hidden on Maxo's ass, because of course it was. If I'm reading correctly, he needed the engine (and three more?) and the bedrock for a project that not even his chat knows about.
Meanwhile, Cellbit received a new black shulkerbox message, in which they indicated to him that he had to give them ALL the evidence that he had picked up, and to leave "no trace" of his investigation. Cellbit proceded to "memorize" eveithing into his mind palace (he trascribed all the info to google docs) so that he can speak to the order about what it all meant
A little later, Cellbit mentioned that Foolish asked him to check "grandma's room", and when he did, Cellbit found a chest left there for him by Foolish, in which -surrounded by redstone and netherite?red? bricks there was one of the Guns that Foolish managed to get from the federation. Along with a book with the following:
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"I hope this is found by the right person... hide it for now, and careful with who you tell about it. 7 space 27. nobody suspects a thing. 🖕. that was a giant middle finger. no meaning, just for fun :D 3000 sky/heaven 0. someone could find this before you"
I believe as of right now, the onlyone who knows about this, is Richarlyson.
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Bad and Maxo met, as BadBoyHalo decided that ElQuackity needed to be taken out of the election before Sunday. They made a plan to lure him in to the desert, where Bad would distract him by himself, and eventually Maxo would pull a button and set off TNT to kill ElQ. Bad even gave maxo his armor and gear, so that in the event of ElQ surviving, he could finish of the deed.
ElQuackity came online, and he also saw who was online, and decided to try and speak to the only other candidate that was online (Bad), so as to decide if he should try and take one of his presidential lives.
After a bit of a scuffed attempt to enssure that ElQ would follow him, Bad Managed to lure him near the location, but Roier and Richarlyson were also with them. Bad privately spammed Cellbit, asking him to call for Roier and Richas.
Just as Roier and Richas teleported, Bad distracted ElQ by "gifting him" a paxel, and that made him not notice Bad lassoing him, and pulling him until the correct spot. Maxo set off the TNT, but ElQ survived thanks to a Totem of Undying. But Maxo managed to get him with his sword, officially taking him out of the election.
ElQ stayed on his death screen for a little, which allowed him to see a little of the conversations going around him, so he now believes it wasn't just Maximus and Bad, but also Roier and Cellbit, who planned this.
Bad went over to ElQ's house where he respawned, and ElQ told him that he "had fucked it all over for everyone" by doing that, but refused to elaborate when Bad asked what he ment, therefore Bad believes it's more of an empty threat. A little after, after insisting that Bad had "fucked up", ElQ finally disconnected.
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Cellbit finished passing all the information to his mind palace, and collected all physical evidence he had in a backpack. Went to the indicated coordinates and there, he found a chest with a book with a different set of coordinates that where right next to his castle.
He left the backpack in the chest, and he and Richas teleported back to his castle. Where he found an elevator.
As he used the elevator, he found himself in his Federation office, where Cucurucho was waiting for him, giving the message "exelent performance. thank you for your cooperation" and he was awarded a keycard that has FOUR (4) uses, and tha work on any reader owned by QNPC01
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Both him and Richas were in shock for. A while. And with the clear resignated sigh of "I seem to be employee of the month" and that was basically it.
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Petrichor Memory (Beckett)
Finally FINALLY more Beckett. And, after Annis demanded to be a main character, I spent some time developing her and woooof I sure love her so much. So, here's a drabble where she drags Beckett on a ghost banishing quest. Yes, these stories are getting plotty. I can't help myself. Enjoy!
Beckett's voice cracks as he calls ahead to the figure bobbing and weaving, as if dancing at a ball rather than picking her way down the bleak edge of a less savory village.
“Ms. Doughtry…”
“Annis.” She calls back, her voice light but assertive. “You shall call me Annis.”
“Beckett flushes, and picks up speed to match her stride.
She wears a lace bowknot bonnet that matches her dark bodice, embroidered to look like spiderwebs silked across her chest, spilling to her waist and fanning down to crown her thighs in a parasol of inked webs. 
Her dark eyebrow quirks with amusement when she sees him staring. “What compels you to call me Ms. Doughtry? Social status?” She taps a thin, manicured nail to her heart shaped chin. “Hm. Then as social status dictates, you must adhere to my wishes. And my wish is for you to call me Annis. Now that that is settled, let us move on to matters of importance.”
She plucks her skirts so they don't trail the damp boards of the deck they've approached and leads Beckett further from shore.
He smells the tang of salt and silica. A fishing harbor. The boards groan with the weight of their new visitors and they pause halfway down. 
“Why are we here?” he tugs the collar of his sweaty blouse. “Miss Annis?”
Her rouged lips are so bright, even in such darkness. At the graves, her frown is pinched in mourning. Respectfully, as one should. But here, it is unleashed. She smiles when he says her first name and it makes his chest flutter. 
“What happened here?” he asks. 
She kneels, cautiously, sweeping her ivory fingers across the fractured wood. It strikes Beckett as quite strange she is not wearing gloves, as a woman of status. 
“Someone perished here.”
“You can sense them?”
She rises and looks at him. “Occasionally. But that's not how I know.”
He tilts his head.
“Your nose itches,” she explains.
“E-excuse me?” he sputters. “How would you…”
She lets out a tiny laugh, “Your brow creases. Right,” she presses two of her clean fingers to his temple, “here.”
The action felt more intimate than it should have and Beckett feels his face flush with all the heat in his body.
She spins about face, straightening with renewed sincerity. She seems so whimsical one moment, then demure in a flash. 
“One of the deceased here is possessing locals, using them to copulate.” She flutters her wrist. “Not that I blame her for desiring a body for carnal needs but if it is not consensual, it must be stopped.” She braids her fingers and looks at Beckett expectantly.
“And you want me to do…what?” he asks.
“Kf,” she covers a chuckle. “Beckett, you are the expert, not I.” She shoos him playfully toward the accumulating mist now frothing the docks. 
Beckett takes a few tenuous steps, boots heavy with unease.
The mist coalesces, thickening into a more defined but translucent form of a ghoulish woman. Her whiplike gown drags through the planks like chopped ribbons. Her glowing eyes find his and Beckett shudders throughout his body.
Annis rasps behind him but his ears are buzzing with the winds of undeath. 
“S-spirit,” he gulps dry air. “I would request that you please leave the people here in peace.”
The ghost glows at him as if he said nothing at all. Naught a shift in the wind indicates a change in her demeanor. 
Annis makes a noise of annoyance. It prickles Beckett. 
“Spirit--you must leave. Now.” He actually sounded forceful that time. Now, the ghost cocks her head to the side, hair spilling like a silver waterfall. 
“Why,” she surges forward, making Beckett stumble back, “would I do that?”
Beckett’s throat rumbles with a cough, his face buzzing with pent up energy. “I.. I - hih! Nnn…” 
“Beckett…” Annis whispers, closer now.
“I n-need you-heh… t-to go hng! Ekg-CzGH!” He catches a stifle in the collar of his shirt and snuffles. “Leave! Right n-now!” 
A silver lip protrudes from her ghostly face. “You won’t grant my last request?”
Beckett pauses his nose scrubbing and hesitates. “What…do you want?”
Her voice lilts, “What do I want?”
She flows toward him like ribbons dancing in a breeze. Her voice timbres and melts into a buttery whisper. “A kiss…” the sound edges until her lips end up icing the lobe of his ear. 
Beckett nearly throws himself backward. His ankle strikes and upturns a box, spilling its contents of fishing nets, warped metals, and other items.
“I--uh--I--”
She stalks his steps as he backpedals.
“Hng--I…” she must know he can’t. All the other ghosts do. They can sense it. They can feel the pull of their spirits. How their mist clings to his insides, buzzes within him. Aggravates and irritates.
Until…
“I c-c-cahh…”
Beckett’s body bumps against something warm. Annis’s fingers wrap around his biceps and she tethers him.
“Oh Beckett! Can’t you?” the teasing lilt in her voice surprises Beckett.
He spins on her and his mouth guppies, “You-you wish me to--?” 
Annis’s throat bubbles with a subtle giggle. “A kiss with a ghost,” her lips press together. “Rather  amusing, no?” She squeezes his arms, almost comforting, but there’s a glint beneath her oiled lashes. “It is not as if you haven’t done this before, dear Beckett.”
His bones turn to stone. “W-what?”
Did she just imply--
“Kiss me!!!” The spirit moans, flowing toward him. Beckett’s heart speeds and he braces as the spirit’s cold translucent hands cup his cheeks. 
Her lipless mouth meets his and…
He feels nothing but cold air. Well, that and…”Ihh…” he tries to hold firm. Truly, he does. But her spirit sways in and out of his and each time it does, “hih-ih-hieh!” 
Annis’s breaths begin to quicken as well, likely from anxiety. Her fingers drum against her lips and cheek, her face flushing a rosy pink. 
“Oh dear…”
Beckett’s nostrils open wider and with each scoop of air, more of the spirit gets sucked in.
“Hhh-p-plee-hieh!” 
Beckett moans the final hitch. He can’t take it any more. His jaw has lowered, his lungs are full, his back is arched. His body is ready and it’s done listening to his pleas. 
“HP’sHw!” Even his attempt to keep it contained still sends him bending fully forward, spritzing the deck with droplets and silvery wisps of ghost flesh. 
“HF’SHH-IEEhh!” he’s not quite “IYssshHH!!”  done. “Hhhyyy’IEE’SHHH-IEUuuu!” 
That one sent him into a stumble. 
Annis instinctively places a hand on his back, one arm wrapping around his waist to prevent him from tumbling over completely. Her hold on him is firmer than he would have expected from her. 
Gasping, Beckett rights himself, and he feels the brush of Annis’ chest against his back. 
She clears her throat and steps back once he’s secure. “Are you well, Beckett?” Her voice is slightly cracked, different from her usual confident tone. 
Beckett scrubs the remaining itch from his nose and sniffles, “Yes, I believe so.”
“Good.” 
Annis smooths wrinkles from her bonnet, not meeting his eyes. “Well, that was one way to do it.”
“Do what?”
She finally looks at him, “Banish…the ghost?” she frowns.
He mirrors her confused expression.
“You don't remember that either?” she asks.
“What do you mean either?”
Annis leans back, her spine arched, and folds her knuckle under her chin in a miniscule pout. 
Beckett finally feels more than a twinge of frustration at her. “Apologies ma'am but I really must know what in hells you are--”
“If I may?” She reaches her hand out for him, fingers barely grazing his coarse curls. He jerks back at first but her hesitation as she waits for permission to advance calms him.
He swallows, throat bobbing. “What…are your intentions with me?” he asks pointedly.
She titters a laugh. “Nothing unsavory!” Her eyebrow lifts coyly and he thinks he hears her mumble, “unless you wish for it to be…”
He nods and allows her to carry on. He feels her warm fingers on his neck--such a stark contrast to the ghost’s touch that he leans into it. He imagines he hears a doting murmur from Annis as she parts his locks in search of…something. 
In seconds, she pauses, observing. Then, with a conclusive hum, she moves away, face an analytical mask. 
“What is it?” Beckett asks.
Annis tugs the brim of her bonnet over her brow and plucks her skirt off the squalid deck. “Nothing unexpected. Come now.” She begins to sway back up toward the street. “I must attend to other things.”
Beckett frowns after her. 
What the hells was that about?
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-her dad got remarried to a woman that literally started to hate her for "endangering her children" knowing DAMN WELL it wasn't her fault. Even if her stepmother changed for the better it wasn't always the case. -Step mom kept her from interacting with her step brothers and especially her father -she was tormented with nightmares of her biggest fear -she ran away at the age of 7. How about I say it louder? SEVEN! not enough? Lemme spell it out. S E V E N! she was SEVEN when she ran away. And for a time before she met Thalia and Luke she was ALONE she left her family and made her own. But it didn't last because a Cyclops nearly killed Thalia and she was turned into a tree and pronounced dead. -she had to get over that at the age of 7 because she arrived at camp the same age she left her previous home. -she had to bear the fact that Luke had betrayed them. Someone she looked up to and loved. -she had to be reminded of cyclops when Tyson came into the picture. -Yeah she accepted him as her own brother and family later but having a cyclops, the same thing that she thought took Thalia's life on the team bore down on her like betrayal hand the hands of Chaos and was pressing on her shoulders -speaking about pressing on her shoulders, let's talk about how she bore the weight of the sky. Percy got 2 visions. One where Luke passed the sky to Annabeth. The other when Artemis took the sky off of Annabeth's shoulders. These 2 visions were separate. Meaning that Annabeth was holding the sky for quite some time. Definitely longer than Percy. She was COMPLETELY drained and exhausted. More so that Luke left her to carry it alone. -she was told Luke died but couldn't believe it -Luke visited her but she couldn't bring herself to kill him. A promise she kept, but like didn't. -not as important but the whole "perachel" thing -her half brother died in front of her after passing his work to her -she then proceeds to get stabbed in the shoulder for Percy and nearly freaking dies AGAIN -the person she loved but then loved as a brother started to thrash her around, even if it was another entity in control -HER blade was the one that killed Luke. HER BLADE. imagine how she must have felt holding and fighting with it after -then she got a break -SIKE HER BOYFRIEND DISAPPEARED FOR 8 MONTHS CAUSING HER TO OVERWORK HERSELF TRYING TO LOCATE HIM -she was called worthless by Athena, her own mother, and was given a coin that could have led her to her death -oh they got reunited JUST BEFORE NEW ROME WAS BOMBED NEARLY WIPING ANY CHANCE OF BECOMING ALLIES -realizes she needs to go on a solo quest that ends with the mother of the spiders that have been tormenting her. Seems easy right? Yep! You could even do it with a broken ankle! -she gets the Athena parthenos 🎉🎉🎉 ….aaaaand promptly falls into Tartarus with her boyfriend -puts all her trust in Reyna, who she had probably interacted with for 20 minutes tops to escort the statue of her mother -demon grandmas blind her and make her think Percy broke up and left her -she watches her boyfriend nearly choke a goddess with some scary blood bending shit -she had to step down as a leader and leave Bob and Damasen. Do you even know how much that may have DESTROYED her!? -then she embarks to where her mom and soon-to-be father-in-law's rivalry started to then battle the literal Earth's children, get tossed back to CHB, quite literally, and promptly starts fighting like they weren't just done with mass murdering her great great grandma's other children -immediately thereafter practically watches Leo 'die' -as she is about to go to college and finally get an ounce of a normal human life her friend Jason dies. You guys don't even know how strong their bond must have been after all that. They are so similar but so different at the same time. No way that they didn't bond. -then she learns Nico is going back to Tartarus to get Bob and it hits her that she didn't even think of Bob. She felt so damn guilty
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She is scared of tiny spiders, but not of plummeting to her death from a set of monkey bars. Go figure.
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She looks beautiful
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