#expect more Castor too~

[ma1dita]

play pretend

a ‘partners in crime’ installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

words: 5.1k (holy shit)

summary: (established relationship…at the end of it lol) suggestive in nature but sfw , underage drinking what do you expect from a dionysus!kid, mentions of vomit The one where Mr. D catches you two in the act, but you and him aren't exactly together yet. Everyone knows you two are together except the both of you, apparently. It’s hard to not run away from something good. (luke castellan x dionysus!reader)

a/n: happy first i love you to you and luke! yall are together now! crazy! thanks for being patient during my lil vacay :)) its been a little over a month since i started the trouble!verse!! ilysm

(posted 2/23 betad by my one and only @mrsaluado )

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There’s something you’ve always loved about mornings.

Waking up with the first rays of light peeking through your window, the sun’s arms stretched around your sleepy frame pressing warm, featherlike kisses across the expanse of your back.

It almost feels real. 

Apollo must be feeling generous today, the heat of a warm breath brushing against your neck, and your alarm sounding an awful lot like soft snores. You ought to get up and close the blinds; it’s too damn bright. But your weighted blanket feels immensely heavier this morning as it envelopes your senses—smelling of citrus, musk, and a tangible dream of last night that seems to have stayed in bed with you. As soon as you try to untangle your legs from below the covers, warmth presses you deeper into the mattress with a…familiar sigh.

Your eyes pop open.

Quick and calculated, your eyes survey the surroundings of your room—the mop of licorice tresses nestled against the crook of your neck, both of your clothes scattered on the floor, as well as the alarm clock and a few other things knocked off your nightstand from Luke’s enthusiasm. The quiet of the morning is quickly disrupted when you hear two pairs of little hands pounding on your door, and for a moment you wonder if this is one of those hyper-realistic dreams that you don’t want to wake up from.

“Sissy! You missed breakfast,” Pollux bellows as Castor continues to slap his palms on the wood like a bongo drum.

The sheets start rustling as you squirm out of Luke’s grasp, bumping against the muscular ridges of his torso which brings him back to consciousness.

“Be out in a minute!” you slur against his shoulder, and he opens his eyes blearily at the sight of you sprawled over him to try to reach the alarm clock on the ground. As his eyes focus he can’t help but admire the planes of your body, soft and pretty in the morning light like a painting come to life. Waking up in one’s company has never felt more right, even with the usual chatter of campers wafting through the open window. Here in the swaddle of pink and purple sheets, you two are something singular—not camp counselors with jobs to do, not demigods wanting to achieve glory, just your angelface and his trouble. 

It’s intimate, even if it doesn’t have a label, him and you.

His large hand catches you at the plush of your tummy when you almost topple off the bed.

“Shit. Shit! They’re not kidding—Luke, it’s 9:30!”

You fling yourself upwards and off of him, clambering to find clothes from your dresser and tossing him his from the day prior. His belt buckle almost hits him in the eye and he groans, flinching as it smacks him in the cheek.

“Gods, woman. You think camp will crumble because you slept in for once?” 

The glare you throw in his direction is his answer, so Luke slowly tugs his pants on–though he quickly gets distracted by a half-dressed vision of you rummaging around your room.

“Castellan.”

He grins like a little kid in a candy store, and to that, you throw his shoe at him. 

Idiot. 

Too bad you’re in deep shit for sleeping in.

“SISSY!!!” 

“IN A FUCKING MINUTE, THING ONE AND TWO!” 

Screaming at the closed door as you throw some shorts on, you spin around and bump into Luke who’s already got his hands around your waist as his nose nudges the space between your jaw and your neck.

“You were supposed to leave before daybreak,” you sigh, a smile creeping onto your lips, “if you did as you were told, I wouldn’t have slept in.” Fake annoyance leaks through your voice though he knows it not to be true, he wouldn’t be able to latch onto you like this if you were. His nose continues to graze up towards your ear as he presses a kiss behind it—like how you both deal with your feelings and the truth nowadays, a hidden secret kept for both of your eyes only.

“Dunno trouble…I can get used to waking up next to you,” he mumbles. You can feel the imprint of his smile searing into your skin.

Is this what going into cardiac arrest feels like? Genuine question.

You’ve both been sneaking around for the past few weeks, but neither of you has made anything official. They say it’s easier to fall for a friend rather than a stranger—to know someone so intimately (and now in more ways than one) should make falling the easy part. 

But that’s kind of the problem. 

Luke is your best friend—both knowing how the other feels from a single glance, so pray tell to all the gods on Olympus, why has this boy not asked you out yet? Whether this is all for fun or anything resembling a four-letter word that makes your brain go fuzzy, you think you’d rather swim in the Styx instead of putting yourself at a disadvantage. Love is scary, even if it’s Luke. 

Especially since it’s Luke.

His words make you stop in your tracks and you can hear your heart pounding in your ears, so you’re not dead… But the noise turns out to be one of the twins banging on the door again, and now you look like an asshole for taking too long to respond. Luke’s awkwardly looking at you now, tongue in cheek.

“Last warning,” one of your brothers teasingly croons, before the other continues, “Dad’s almost at the door! Your boyfriend’s gotta go or he’s dead…”

Your eyes widen in fear and Luke loosens his grip on your waist, unsure if you look like you’ve seen a ghost at the thought of him being called your boyfriend or the very real possibility of getting caught by your dad.

What a way to go, you two.

“Get out. You gotta go now, out the window!” 

You start pushing him towards the windowpane, your palms pressing against his marked-up and very bare back. 

Holy shit, he still doesn’t have a shirt and he looks like he got mauled by a hellhound. 

You can practically see the grapevines start to flourish outside your window. 

He’s too close for comfort, way too damn close, you think, but can’t reason if you mean Luke or your dad.

“Seriously?” 

He straddles the open window, and Luke doesn’t know what to feel about you pushing him away—it’s a feeling that’s foreign to him since he’s always by your side. 

“Sorry. I’ll make it up to you later angelface,” you mumble, pulling him in for a mind-numbing kiss that almost makes him slip off the rain gutter, and by the time you’ve already closed the window he realizes he’s shirtless in broad daylight, feet hopping off the siding of the cabin.

This couldn’t get any worse (oh but it does in a second), and you’re definitely the asshole this time around.

Your dad barges into your room by the time you throw a shirt on.

“Kid, what the hell? You sick?” 

Mr. D furrows his brows at the sight of you, face flushed as you simper up a lie about your head hurting. It’s weak for an excuse and even if you usually don’t have a tell—he’s the master of this game, so he pretends to not notice you chuck a shirt out the window when you open it to make it less stuffy. 

He raises an eyebrow in disapproval when you both notice your shirt is too big on you.

Oh, he’s onto you, applying heat like a brand to make his only daughter squirm; Mr. D peeks out the window to see a certain Luke Castellan stomping across the path wearing your cropped camp tee—and concludes that if there’s anyone in hot water right now, Luke must be drowning in it.

—

Acting natural is a bit harder for you today, and it feels like a cruel and unusual punishment worth the deepest pit of the Underworld as you scribble words onto a page that won’t even be comprehensible once you read them after this meeting is over. You’ve been catching up on work all day (also known as the impossible task of avoiding Luke) to show your dad you haven’t been slacking off. But a late start meant you fumbled through your day and it was obvious to everyone that you were off your game. Archery ran into javelin throwing, capture the flag teams weren’t ready and had to be made on the spot, there were no new shipments delivered to the camp store, and the infirmary ran out of ambrosia— which were all things that you were expected to coordinate.

Gods, you’re getting too old for this shit.

And if you, the head counselor everyone depends on, is off her game, well—everyone’s on edge. The Stolls even dared to ask you if the world was ending today and you were less than impressed.

Being in love sure feels like it is.

The only thing left to get through is this counselor’s meeting before the party tonight at Fireworks Beach, and you’ll damn yourself to Tartarus if you can’t even get that right. You’re a Dionysus kid, so partying is in your blood. Party planning is your favorite hobby, and to be real, you deserve a drink after today.

Speaking of your father, he’s jabbering on about something you find yourself not particularly interested in, but well…someone’s gotta listen. Charles is dozing off at the table, and Lee jabs him in the side. You see Silena braiding Clarisse’s hair out of the corner of your periphery. And of course, out of all of them, there’s Luke who’s been trying to steal your attention for the past 30 minutes. Black ink smears across the page as you find yourself having every thought that ends supplemented with the memory of how Luke looked at you as he climbed out of your window this morning.

Could he actually want more? 

The all-star camper, Luke Castellan— camp’s best soldier who’s envied by many and admired by all…wants to wake up next to you. You, the camp director’s daughter who keeps everyone in line and is seen more as authority instead of a person with feelings. You’re not always feared, but in a camp for demigod kids who’d rather hone their powers instead of lose special privileges for skipping class, you’re not exactly their favorite either. Once, someone said they’d rather face Mr. D instead of you.

“That doesn’t make sense, we’re supposed to send in the next progress report to Olympus before the last day of the month. That’s Wednesday, D. So it should be by the Sunday before,” you butt in after a statement your dad makes about scheduling. 

All eyes are on you now— it’s the first time you’ve spoken up during tonight’s meeting which was out of character in itself, but your father catches you off guard when the sound of his booming laughter spreads across the room like dynamite tearing through a battlefield.

“Says who? We’ve got enough time,” The god remarks, a strange sheen in his eyes that reflects into yours. He’s on your ass a bit more today, pointing out your flaws from the day and making it his mission to get on your nerves. Few mortals would undermine a god, and though you do it daily to spite him for your existence, your confidence is lower today than it usually is—the reason being a boy with amber eyes boring into your soul from across the table. Everything else pales in comparison now, almost fading into the background, and even here in the hot seat you can’t help but think about if Luke could ever fall for someone like you.

You’re venturing into dangerous territory, you tell yourself, you’ve been hurt before.

It hurts less somehow when you’re cautious. To prepare oneself to be hurt is a defense mechanism ingrained in you—your mom raised you to always be ready for anything. Your self-identity has always been skewed by others’ perceptions. Mirroring the memory of your late mother’s ideals, exemplifying your actions through your immortal father’s personality, you find that fighting your bloodline is one of the most difficult things to come to terms with. A thought passes in your brain that you’ve taken after the worst of them—your mother’s ambition and your father’s unpredictability. 

And who would want to love someone so difficult? 

Tough love is the only way you know how to love. Perhaps someone as good as Luke deserves better than this.

“It’ll be less to worry about that way,” you swallow, and the other counselors sit back in their seats as tension fills the air, signaling another disagreement about to start between your father and you.

“Good thing you don’t have to worry about it since it’s my job, right, kid? Just because you woke up on the wrong side of the bed today doesn’t mean you can change things to better fit your schedule instead of the rest of ours.”

Mr. D scowls, and then again maybe you’re too much like your father—too brash, too mouthy, and self-serving, and your eyes meet Luke’s again as your mouth pulls into a bitter smile.

“It’s the first and last time it’ll ever happen. Gods know I don’t get sick days around here picking up after you,” you spit out harshly, words coming out like acid.

“Just saying kid. Haven’t seen you this careless in years— Maybe check yourself before telling us what to do, yeah?”

Your father’s words have a double meaning as he stares into your soul, glancing between you and Luke, who is none the wiser, still focused on you. Annabeth is holding his hand under the table as you watch his jaw flex. He can see right through the shoddy performance you put on of having it all together.

Does everyone know? 

Your lips pucker as you roll your neck from locking, and a humorless laugh slips from you. Everyone else’s eyes are on Luke, who looks like he’s about to jump across the table and wring a god’s neck. 

Fuck. 

“Whatever. I’m not doing this today,” you grumble, feeling overwhelmed. The chair screeches against the wood of the floor as you push yourself up, fists stained with ink and clenched in teenage angst as you walk to the door to make a quick escape. 

Your father crosses his arms smugly at the success of getting under your skin, and the last words you hear as you leave are, “You never want to hear the truth, kid. Must you always be so…. you?”

Your steps falter for a moment, feeling heavier knowing he’s right so you let go of the door to let it slam it behind you. There’s a commotion inside after you leave but you couldn’t be bothered to give a damn. It’s time to party and you’re sure as hell getting drunk, high, or both tonight.

—

It takes about two cups of wine for the inebriation to start kicking into Luke’s system. He’d never been much of a drinker, but with the way you’re throwing your head back at Lee’s jokes as he plays the guitar, he thinks he should drink a bit more to forget the fear in your eyes this morning and how Lee keeps touching your waist.

He’s been suspended from counselor duties for the rest of the month for mouthing off at Mr. D in your defense, and even if Annabeth tells him he’s lucky to have not met a worse fate, the way things played out today makes him feel like the most unlucky guy at camp. Fuck the gods, or at least…fuck your dads (that doesn’t sound right, but he’s too busy watching the moonlight glint against your skin that whatever his ex is whispering next to him goes in one ear and out the other). 

“Lukey?” Skye mumbles against his neck, “I miss you…you’re always busy doing who knows what!”

Well… she has a name, Luke thinks, taking a big gulp of whatever’s left in his cup as his eyes follow you across the beach. You’re dancing around the bonfire spinning a tipsy Clarisse who laughs without a care in the world. He thinks you’re the best of your parents—determined to achieve your goals, selfless when it comes to others’ needs, and passionate about what you want. Mr. D will never get to see this side of you—the one you show your friends and this place you all call home. He’ll never be deserving of the work you put into Camp Half-Blood (and to some extent, Luke knows he doesn’t deserve you either).

A dejected sigh brushes warm air against his shoulder.

“You know, Castellan. I wish I met you first,” the blond daughter of Athena slurs with tears forming in her eyes.

“What are you talking about?”

“The two of you have always… it’s always been you and her. Even if you both don’t want to admit it. It’s not fair,” she hiccups. Luke pulls the cup out of his ex-lover’s hand and she shakes her head.

“Skye, you’re drunk. I’ll take you back to 6.”

“You really don’t see it do you?” Her hands grapple onto Luke’s shirt like she’s pulling him down and pleading for him to understand.

“That girl is in love with you. The both of you are meant for each other—and you’re both spending too much time trying to fight fate. The rest of us aren’t as lucky, but we sure as hell aren’t stupid.”

There’s a moment of clarity that hits as he looks into Skye’s eyes, and he scratches the back of his neck.

“You don’t mean that.”

“I meant what I said when we broke up a few years ago. You’re both always looking for each other, even if you don’t know it. Just meet in the middle already, for gods’ sake…I’ll be okay,” she sighs, sitting up on the log they were resting on. 

“Your girlfriend is sure as hell to give me a hangover worth her title of being Dionysus’ kid in the morning anyways,” she mutters, kissing Luke on his cheek as a farewell. But out of all of the things to catch your attention that night, Luke’s blush glows in the light of the fire, and he watches you frown and stomp off toward the forest.

For being the son of the god of luck, his dad really won’t give him a break.

It didn’t help that Skye suddenly started projectile vomiting seconds after you left (off of her only cup of wine; wonder how that happened).

—

Luke fights through his growing intoxication on the walk back towards the cabins, but boy are you difficult when you’re angry—you’ve always had a profound effect on his being, even more so with your powers. He makes a wrong turn somewhere through the woods, completely missing the cabins, which he doesn’t realize until he stumbles across the path leading to the Big House. When his eyes focus, he spots Mr. D sipping on a glass as he leans on the railing of the front porch. Be calm and don’t act drunk, Luke tells himself, but all of his concentration goes into not swaying in front of the god of wine that he can’t stop the words from coming out of his mouth.

“Good evening, um…sir.”

“Kid, it’s 3 in the morning. What the hell are you doing here? Gods know it’s not my window you’re trying to climb up. You’re a bit of a ways off.”

Now what the fuck was he supposed to say to that?

Luke freezes in his spot (in reality he bumps into the first wooden step and sticks a hand out to steady himself against the railing).

“Are you drunk?”

Mr. D looks at him knowingly like it’s almost funny to him, eyebrows furrowed and head quirked like he can sniff it off of him. He probably can, now that Luke thinks really hard about it.

“I’m not gonna answer that because I think you know the answer already,” the son of Hermes words carefully, but nothing smart can come of this. It’s like playing chess with checkers, and Dionysus of all gods would know—no breathalyzer needed.

There’s a beat of silence, before Mr. D says, “I’m gonna give you another chance to–”

“Yes, I’m drunk, but it’s not trouble’s fault—it’s mine!” he blabbers, walking closer to your father. 

“She’s mad at me for defending her from you earlier besides the fact I act stupid around her and I only had a few cups, I swear, but she’s…your daughter is…extraordinary.”

“What?”

“Your daughter makes me feel drunk, sir. Even without the wine. I don’t know what to do with myself, just please don’t get mad at her. She has a lot more to lose…” He feels pathetic in all sense of the word, rubbing at his eyes until Mr. D snaps his fingers and the alcohol blanket lifts from his senses. Like a bucket of cold water splashed onto his spine, Luke is suddenly very awake, and all too embarrassed for the waterfall of words he’s told your father.

“Oh.”

“I didn’t know she knew how to do that yet. She’s learning quickly.” Mr. D looks out into the distance, the dim light of the cabins acting like a beacon of light in the middle of the campgrounds.

Luke wrings his hands, picking at his thumbs and he’s sure he’s about to get kicked out of camp for his behavior, much less the fact that he’s been fraternizing with the director’s daughter.

“Sometimes I think she knows too much.” He licks his lips, awkwardly standing next to the god and wondering if the dark liquid in his cup is wine.

“Do you think I don’t know that, Luke? Do you really think I don’t know about the parties? I let her have her fun too you know— I'm the one that keeps Chiron asleep. She doesn’t ask for much. I know I give her a hard time. I’m just….” 

There are a few things about Mr. D’s statement that surprise Luke: the fact that he actually knows his name, how he safeguards his daughter’s interests, and the possibility of a god actually knowing how to be a good parent. 

It still doesn’t take away from the countless times he’s seen you put yourself down because of your father, the inadequacy you feel from the responsibilities you take on, and how you’d do anything for simple applause. Tough love is still love with a heavy hand. And it leaves bruises, whether he meant it or not.

“Is that why you’ve never sent her on an actual quest? We all know picking up the twins doesn’t count in the grand scheme of things.”

“For what? To achieve glory? Recognition? I never understood why we Olympians do that. Send children off to their deaths to deserve a moment of their godrent’s time, or a gift to shut them up. I don’t need her to be a hero, she doesn’t have anything she needs to prove to me. I need her to be my daughter, and preferably alive. That’s enough for me.”

Luke takes a step back in disbelief. There’s something in his being that yearns to be loved like that, without having to prove it or needing to deserve it. It hurts almost, the way he wants to be loved like your family loves you. Your father, an Olympian, standing in front of him telling him that your existence is enough to be worthy of his presence. In the silence that follows, Luke wonders if he’ll ever have that.

“You should tell her that more often, sir.”

“Listen. She’s a good kid, I just give her a hard time because it’s hard to get attached to you mortals. Your lives are so short compared to the infinite timeline I live. I can do everything in my power to try to keep her safe, but I can’t stop her from leaving. So don’t blame me if I act like an asshole if it’ll keep her here for a bit longer. I’ll take all the time I can get.”

“Then how do I tell her I love her with without either of us running away?”

Mr. D laughs loudly now, his wrinkles crinkling as liquid sloshes out of his cup. It turns out to be grape juice you left out for him before the party.

“Mortals always busy themselves with trivial things, like pride and sorrow. Pandora’s box left you humans with nothing but hope. I say you swallow the negative and just say it how it is. You’ll have a lot more time being happier together that way. I already lost my bet against some of the counselors anyway.”

“What bet?”

Your dad swats at Luke like he’s a dog to kick, and tosses his glass over his shoulder where it disappears in the night air.

“Get off my porch Castellan, and just know if you hurt her…” 

“I’d die before that happens, sir.”

“That would hurt her most of all. Think about what that means. For gods’ sake she’s left her light on for you, so go on before I set the harpies on you. And don’t call me sir, it freaks me out. You’re still not special to me.” Mr. D stalks back inside the Big House, and Luke takes that as his cue to leave. The cold night air pushes him back towards the cabins, the light in your window luring him in like a ship lost at sea.

—

“I know you’re still awake, trouble.”

You hear him move closer to the bed as you keep your eyes shut, evening out your breaths, but you’re never able to hide anything from Luke anymore.

“I thought I closed that window,” you mumble, turning your face more towards your pillow.

“You didn’t.”

Of course, you didn’t. You were hoping he’d chase after you this time around, even if you made him drunk in more ways than one.

“Skye keep you busy?” you say nonchalantly, and you hear Luke laugh as he tugs your duvet off of you.

“Your dad did, actually,” he says grinning, watching your eyes pop open in confusion as you turn and face him, propping yourself up on your knees.

“What the fuck?”

“You could’ve gotten me kicked out y’know? Stumbled onto his porch telling him about how drunk you make me feel even without a drop of alcohol and how I don’t know what the fuck to do with myself when I’m around you.”

“You shouldn’t be so brave to fight gods like that for me. Even if it’s my dad, Castellan,” you whisper, and he kneels next to your bed so he can look at you in the eyes from an equal standpoint. Because that’s what the two of you are— equal, singular, one and the same. And he’s never made you feel less than, even if your brain tries to convince you of it.

“Stop that,” he scoffs, shaking his head as he grabs your hands, “stop calling me my last name like it detaches you from how you feel about me. I want you to stop pretending when it's just you and me,” he pleads, whispering your name so softly that the sound of it brushes against your lips.

There’s something more intimate in the way he looks at you now compared to when you were naked and nestled against him this past morning. The act of knowing that it’s you and him, no matter how hard you try to fight it.

His knuckle brushes against your jaw, pushing your eyes to look back into his, and you can’t deny him any longer.

“Hey. I love you, and I know you feel the same; I'm tired of you acting like you're not and I’m going crazy he—”

His words are halted by your lips surging forward to meet him in the middle. The culmination of years of friendship has brought you to this special moment frozen in time, and sure, demigods die young but this must be what he’ll see in Elysium. If there’s a single memory he can bring with him to his next life, he hopes it’s this one—the taste of you and how it feels to be loved like this, without question or reason. You pull away with a sweet smile and he feels drunk again.

“You’re my best friend, angelface,” you mumble.

Okay, now that sobered him up faster than it should have.

Luke stiffens, his hands falling to your thighs as he starts to ramble, “If you’re actually friendzoning me right now I might just roll out of your window and feed myself to a harpy.”

The laugh that comes out of you booms across the room as you wrap your arms around him with a radiant smile. You always have so much to say, but right now only three words come to mind. Five vowels, three consonants, and the gravity of it pushes out of your mouth like there’s no better truth to tell.

“I love you. I think I’ve been in love with you even before I liked you and I’m sorry I’ve been too scared to say it. I’m not used to…”

Luke sighs in relief, as he presses his scarred cheek against your shoulder. 

“You think I’m not scared of us either, trouble? I worship the ground you walk on, and everyone can see that.”

“Well I’m not a god, Luke,” you say tugging him up by his mop of curls as your legs wrap around him.

“Sometimes when I’m with you, I think you’re the closest thing to it,” he whispers, pulling your chin down for another kiss until you both get your fill. He thinks he can kiss you forever until the end of your short lives, until it’s senseless and maddening, like falling into a drunken stupor. Loving you is an experience he’ll never be able to rid himself of, heart stained with the best of you until both your fingertips are red and raw with the feeling.

You pull him back into your bed as your giggles fill the early morning air. He’s quickly becoming what you love most about waking up in the morning.

—

Chris Rodriguez wakes up to the sound of the morning birds and chattering children in the busy cabin 11. As he rubs at his eyes, ready to take on the day as an interim cabin counselor for the rest of the month because of Luke’s suspension, sunlight falls onto the one empty bunk in the corner of the room (Fact: There is never an empty bed in the Hermes cabin. Also a fact: he and Chiron will be able to cash in against the other counselors as fast as his feet can take him to the Big House).

—

“To love someone is firstly to confess; I’m prepared to be devastated by you.” Billy Ray Belcourt

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Imagine being sacrificed to be eaten by some giant eldritch monster by your village due to being human and him just deciding you'll be the mother to his half breed babies and gently picking you up while carrying your face infront of the village who sacrificed you and the mosnter treating you as if you were glass and assuring how good of a dad he'll be

Yay more eldritch beasts! ^_^'

Eldritch beast (Castor) x female reader

Word Count: 1.5k

W: sfw monster fluff, some breeding talk

“Hurry up!” the mayor of your town snarled as he dragged you behind him.��

“Please! Please don’t do this!” you howled as the sacrificial altar that had been newly built at the base of the mountain came into view. 

You tugged and pulled, trying to get away, but your hands were tied and they’d thrown a loop of rope around your neck, choking you whenever you pulled too hard. 

“Stop sniveling, (Y/N),” he snapped, “you’re a hero! Show some pride! Your sacrifice will bring prosperity to the village. We’ll raise a statue in your honor!” 

You didn’t want a statue, you wanted to go home and for your town to stop all this nonsense. Since they’d had a bad year, the crops failing and winter coming far sooner than they expected, somehow they’d gotten it into their heads that a sacrifice to the mountain spirit would bring them good fortune. Of course, you knew it was all superstition, but the rest of the town agreed with the mayor. Being the only dissenter at the meeting they’d held to announce their plan, you were chosen to be the sacrifice. 

Tears leaked down your cheeks as you were tightly strapped to the stone altar while the rest of your town gathered around to watch. 

The mayor cleared his throat and stood in front of you facing the mountain. 

“Oh great mountain spirit we come to you with this humble offering! We see the error of our ways and present to you the fairest maiden from our village as penance for our mistakes! We honor you with this gift of flesh…” 

His speech went on and on, full of apologies, lies, and pleas for a good harvest.

– 

Castor’s ears perked as he made his way through the woods on his usual hunting route. He hardly paid attention to the village at the base of his mountain, humans were annoying and noisy so he avoided them at all costs, but this time there was an odd scent on the wind. It was a sweet scent. A scent he quite liked. He crept down the mountain on his many thick tentacles and peered through the trees to find an odd sight. 

The townspeople were all assembled at some strange stone table they’d erected. His eyes focused on you, strapped to the table, while a man stood over you squawking about something or another. He blinked at you, examining you from afar with his excellent eyesight, assisted by his many eyes. 

He usually didn’t bother in human affairs, but as he sniffed the air he discovered it was you that smelled so nice. What were the silly humans doing to you? When the stocky man yelling into the forest pulled out a bejeweled blade and waved it at you he found himself barrelling through the trees, flattening them as his bulk plowed through. He couldn’t let them hurt you!

The mayor’s eyes grew huge as he took in the massive beast looming over you, his large teeth bared and shining claws raised, and he froze where he stood.

“STOP!” Castor boomed in an ethereal and very deep voice that shook the leaves on the trees and made the mayor drop his sword with a clang. 

While the rest of your town trembled and watched, he turned his attention to you, your cheeks streaked with glittering tears. You were so incredibly frightened your scream was caught in your throat and you only let out a miserable whimper. 

The beast examining you was massive, moving on a tangle of thick tentacles. His torso was like a man’s but with a large mouth filled with dripping teeth in the center. There was no mouth on his face, only ten eyes blinking down at you with a look that might be…gentle? 

You found yourself a bit stunned and confused, searching his eyes as he studied you.

“Oh great mountain spirit!” your mayor broke in with a shaky voice, “p-please accept this sacrifice of fresh, beautiful meat to sate your hunger and soothe your anger! Bring us a good harvest and spare us game for our hunt!” 

Castor almost laughed. Sate his hunger? Bring a good harvest? He had no idea what the man was talking about. As you had suspected, Castor had nothing to do with the weather or the harvest. He simply lived in the mountain because it was a nice home away from humans. 

The last thing he wanted to do was eat you. You looked so pretty lying there, your hair fanned out around your face. He drifted closer to you, exploring you with his sensitive tentacles. Your skin was soft and smooth, feeling quite nice when he touched it and you smelled incredible. Like a mate. Your town watched eagerly with anticipation. They were sure if he killed you and ate you all of their problems would be solved. 

You felt his curious tentacles wind their way around your limbs, the little suckers exploring and tasting as they moved. Though your heart pounded in your chest, he didn’t seem to want to eat you. For one, his large gaping mouth was closed and his eyes were examining you very carefully…but not like food. His look was a different kind of hunger. 

“You’ll make a pretty wife, little human,” he said with incredible softness. 

“W-what?” you heard yourself squeak. 

He didn’t answer, but very gently snapped the straps holding you to the table and lifted you up into his two clawed arms, cradling you like you were fine china. 

“She’s for me?” he asked the mayor, still curious what exactly the town had been planning to do with you. 

“P-please! Gorge yourself on her tender flesh and gift us your favor!” the mayor went on. 

Castor opened his big mouth and laughed heartily, making everyone in the area tremble. 

“Foolish humans,” he boomed, “I have no interest in your petty problems, but I will accept your offering. Best of luck!” 

With a chuckle he hurried off into the woods, with you tucked in his arms, much faster than anyone could follow, leaving the townsfolk staring after him, their mouths agape. 

You peered up at him from around his biceps. 

“Y-you’re not going to improve the harvest?” you asked. 

“I’m not a god, that’s not within my power,” he snorted, “but I am very happy with their sacrifice.” 

He booped you on the nose with one of his claws and you blinked. 

“Th-then what are you going to do with me?” you questioned. 

A huge smile appeared on his large mouth, exposing his jagged, shiny teeth. 

“I’m going to make you my mate and fill you with my babies,” he explained. 

Your face blanched and he frowned. 

“Don’t be frightened,” he said, a tentacle stroking your head reassuringly, “I’ll take the very best care of you and be very gentle. You are my precious darling. I’m going to dress you in the warmest furs and keep you nice and cozy in my den. While those silly humans starve, scraping around in the dirt, I’m going to make you perfectly plump with the tenderest cuts of meat and the ripest fruits.” 

You considered the monster carrying you. He wasn’t exactly handsome in a normal human way, but he did smell nice, a bit like pine and moss, and his tentacles were very gentle. You certainly were in no danger if he was protecting you and being fed by a skilled hunter sounded much better than starving in your village. 

“O-okay,” you murmured as another tentacle lightly pinched your cheek, “my name’s (Y/N), what’s your name?” 

“Castor,” he said, preening with your interest in him. 

“I-I’m flattered you chose me,” you started, “but I’m not sure I’ll make a good mother to your babies.” 

A snort escaped his lips and the random tentacles he had wound around your limbs squeezed you just slightly. 

“You are sweet and small,” he assured you, “you’ll make a wonderful mother and I’m very responsible. I’ll help you through it. You won’t be alone. We’ll raise our children together…one big happy family.” 

While he carried you up the mountain, the snow started to fall silently around you signaling that winter had truly started and as you chatted with him about his life you felt yourself grow more and more relaxed in his warm arms. Finally, the adrenaline from the events of the day draining from you, you drifted off to sleep. When you woke up again, your new life would begin. 

#monster fluff #eldritch horror #monsters #monster x reader #monster boyfriend #monster romance #x reader #eldritch oc #eldrichcore #eldritch abomination #monster #monster oc

[houseoflibra-if]

"House of Libra? It's best not to talk about them, lest you wish to end up silenced like how they once were."

House of Libra.

Once the peacekeepers of the kingdom, now reduced to nothing but a lost tale. They were well respected by many for maintaining the balance of the lands, yet betrayed by those who wished for too much.

However, without House Libra keeping the balance alive, the world succumbs to the ire of the Zodiac Aura. A powerful dose of magic pulses through the lands, mutating anyone without protection. But protection can only last so long, and it's only a matter of time before the Aura consumes the lands whole.

Your family remains as one of the only branches of House Libra left alive. Due to the natural essence of your house, your family is less affected by the Zodiac Aura. No matter, as House Libra grows smaller, the world continues to eat itself alive.

It's up to you to restore the peace in the lands, for you were born under the Equinox sky.

"Never forget my words, little star. This House may have fallen, yes, but we will rise again."

House of Libra: Resurgemus is an upcoming interactive fiction inspired by the zodiac signs. You will have the freedom to explore the story and its characters with depth, so questions and various asks are greatly encouraged! This series will be 16+ (TBC), on Twine.

Features:

Play as a male, female or non-binary person. Have the freedom to choose your appearance based on what you like.(Please take note that I am a new writer, as such I do not have much experience with writing non-binary characters/pronouns. Please bear with me!)

Shape your character and personality, should you be kind, cold or a sassy boss, the choice is yours.

Build relationships- or break them if you wish. The choice is yours, but your actions will have consequences.

Have a say in the way your back story is woven. Choose your desired trauma that will affect certain plots of the story.

Choices matter. Your actions and words will influence the ending you achieve, so be wise with how you wish to shape your story.

Romance ranges between the 4 given options, shower them with your own type of affection for they will adore you nonetheless. Or you could lead them to their deaths. Woopsie.

Choose your relationship with your family. Are you a loving family? Or do you constantly need family therapy? Choose their fates as well (but don't kill all of them, that's kinda mean.)

Gain new skills and various powers that will aid you in your journey. But be warned, will they great power comes great responsibility. And a greater chance of messing things up.

Various endings will (hopefully) be available based on your choices.

This IF will be more focused on interactions and choices compared to stats. I don't think I plan on having stats. Maybe a sanity bar, but I'll see how well the coding goes.

Romance Options

Avira/Aurelius Lozenges, [RO]

Age: 26

The eldest child of House Leo, Avira/Aurelius is the epitome of the zodiac's charms. Charismatic, ambitious and loyal to a fault, there's no wonder why they're called by the admirable title of House Leo's Golden Lion. They are expected to take over the ruling throne once their father retires.

Although, with every envied perfect child comes a chamber of secrets, and they are no different. Guarded eye(s) and tense shoulders, they seem constantly restless under judgmental gazes of everyone in the kingdom.

Perhaps, you may be able to give them the freedom they long for. After all, a lion in a castle is still a caged lion.

Romance trope:

Love at first fight

Tame a wounded beast

Cocky/Arrogant -> Soft/Sweet

Castora/Castor Dioscuri, [RO]

Age: 24

The renowned child of House Gemini, they are known for their sharp mouth and playful personality. Castora/Castor remains as the number one It Girl/Guy of the kingdom as they're not only captivating in nature, but they too posses a brilliant mind like no other. Having them on your side would be quite advantageous, no?

There's something off putting about them though, as the House of Gemini have always borne children that are twins no matter how different. Yet, Castora/Castor remains as the only member of House Gemini to be born alone.

Will you dig deeper into their depths? Or will you drown in their eyes, just like everyone else? With them, you are never alone.

Romance tropes:

Slow burn

Frenemies -> lovers

Closed off heart that's waiting to be loved

Esme/Esmeray von Aquaria, [RO]

Age: 28

Some people call them cursed.

And to others, they were simply unlucky as a child for straying too far.

Esme/Esmeray is a child of House Aquarius, yet they couldn't despise it enough. Known for being one if the most influential houses due to their unyielding intelligence, a child of House Aquarius must be perfect in the eyes of others.

Yet Esme/Esmeray is the exact opposite of that. Cursed by the effects of Zodiac Aura when they were younger, they carry the mark of the Waxing Moon. This affected their life despite protection given, and they will not rest until they slay the beast that hurt them so.

They have a cold and distant personality, paired with one of the brightest minds in the kingdom only to be rivaled by the child of House Gemini. Will you be the one to thaw this icy heart? Or will you suffocate in the depths of Aquaria?

Romance trope:

Grumpy/sunshine

Cold -> absolute simp

Heated arguments and soft confessions

Nyoka Constello, [RO]

Age: same as player character

The forgotten children of the banished zodiac. Nobody remembers how this House used to flourish as they are now called the Followers of Ophiuchus. Scorned by the lands and cursed by the stars, the last surviving followers live in hiding. Now, they are nothing but tales woven in time.

Well, that's for everyone else. Nyoka just so happens to be your childhood friend, having been born under the same moon and stars aligned. They used to be docile and caring, but times have changed and so have they. Don't fret, little star, for they still have a soft spot for you.

They have an unusual appearance, with a long and sturdy sea-snake tail paired with sharp semi-curved horns. Their dark eyes seem to pull you in, rivaling the stars above.

But the mutation is spreading, and they've no clue how much time they have left. Save them, if you must. Or watch the one you once loved die.

Romance trope:

Angst. Just angst. And maybe fluff.

Childhood friends -> strangers -> lovers

"Perhaps we were soulmates in another life."

Here are some things you need to know:

I am a new writer (this is my first interactive fiction project.) so not everything will be smooth sailing.

I estimate the demo to come out mid this year, but personal matters may change some things.

This is my passion project. Please don't expect me to dedicate all my time onto this as I have a life as well.

I'm very new to coding, so learning twine will take a while. I'll have to do a few test runs before releasing the demo.

I adore feedback and asks about the game. It helps me improve as a writer while getting to build my characters more.

I want to have fun with everyone, so hateful criticism will not be tolerated. Treat me with respect and I will return the gesture.

That's all for now (I think). Have fun reading!

Demo (TBA) || Character Post (TBA) || World building (TBA)

Credits to Doshiart on picrew for the character portraits!

#twine if #twine #twine game #interactive fiction #romance #fantasy #ro #House of Libra:Resurgemus #HOLR #upcoming #interactive novel #interactive game #wip #if

[nyx-is-missing]

SUNSET PART 2

Or a pretty bad doctor

Clarisse La Rue x Cassandra De Young (oc! Apollo's kid)

Summary: Clarisse is going to colect her dept, by treating her wounds with a very bad doctor. Or the one when Clarisse likes to taunt people.

Warnings: that time when you actually stop to think about your own life, mentions (one) of blood, confident Clarisse (she likes to taunt pretty girls, even when they are bad doctors)

(We actually get a clarisse pov today!)

Part 1 is here!

There were exactly seven demigods in the Apollo's cabin this afternoon.

An absurdly low number for a summer everyday, but considering im early, this must be common.

I've never seen camp so empty, its feels like another reality if im being honest, nobody saw when me and Clarisse walked in togheter, nor when she walked with me to the front of my cabin, and dropped the suitcases on the grass and started to walk towards her own cabin.

"Hey Clarisse! ....thank you! I wouldnt have made it withou-" she turned her head to me

"You owe me, dont forget that."

Like she would allow me to, why children of Ares got no patience? Or like, actually willingness to be sociable? They cant act like that with everybody, can they?

This was the first time i actually got space in this cabin, as well as the first time i could pick my own bed and place all my things calmly, is this how castor and pollux live everyday? Lucky them.

I mean, i love my siblings, but we are too many to such limited space.

And as much as that does leads us to somewhat funny situations, we are still too many, with too few bathrooms and mirrors.

Being like this allowed us to breathe, and think slowly, as if a person who lived his whole life in the busy city moved to a town who was mostly farm.

And that was when i started to miss the mess my siblings made when we were all togheter, when i actually had time to stop and think.

I cant even imagine the things my grandpa is saying about me, how he must be trying to poison the family against ourselves, he does that even when the smallest things dont go his way, and right now, the whole family must think of me as if i am Queen Mary I, and they are the protestants im trying to burn alive.

I didnt go to dinner that night, nor to the campfire, i wouldnt manage to eat without feeling dizzy after, and i was sure i was not in the mood for singing that night.

I just showered, put my pajamas on, grabbed a book, layed on my bed and hoped that time ran faster.

Coming to camp earlier had its benefits, at least to me, pick the bed, be aware of any new faces earlier, train more (with people who could actually be named opponents, wich just meant they had better sense of combat than a inflatable doll from a gas station) and of course, run away from insufferable family members who i had to face for nine months, to see more insfferable family members who i'll still have to face for three months.

Funny.

I just wouldnt expect to see her there too.

She always likes to spend some days of her rich girl summer life in her family's yatch, or shopping..not that i keep track of her life, i know very little, but i do know that she likes to get to camp when its already messy, people all around, shooting arrows, swimming, painting, fighting, singing and all, but this year she was here early and with a strange look on her face.

It was just..weird.

I didnt felt right.

But what surprised me the most was she asking for my help, and being in dept with me.

She didnt even looked at me in a normal day.

I think there is something to do with her family, they look at me, almost always with a ugly face, and then they keep her away from me.

So, she speaking to me was a surprise.

But to be honest, if i hadnt saw her earlier, i wouldnt even know she was here, i mean, she didnt left her cabin all...not that i kept track of that, but still, unsual, especially for a Apollo kid, they always love to be out and about under the sun.

But then, the whole afternoon? Nothing

Dinner? Nothing

Campfire? Nothing

At night when i went to practice a bit more with my sword? Nothing

She better not have run away, because she is still in dept with me, and im going to collect it right now.

It was late, but the cabin still had a small light coming from inside.

Strange, all of the cabins had their lights out, they were sleeping.

I knocked on the door, waited and knocked again, after a few seconds a sleepy Cassandra oppened the door, rubbing her eyes and taking a few seconds to realize what was happening.

Then she looked down, and saw me holding my own arm to stop the blood.

"Already?" She looked at me again, and started to tie her hair up, it always amazed me how in every situation she was her.

If people didnt knew she was a demigodess, they would probably think she never even stepped in earth ground, that she never had to share, or suffered any problems at all, her family raised her to be little miss perfect, and little miss perfect she was, even when what she was wearing looked like it came straight out of a beach party, she made it look like designer clothes, she looked expensive, always.

"You said whenever, today is whenever too" i said, walking in when she stepped aside to give me space to enter. "Wait, where are your siblings?"

"We were only in seven today, and since the camp is empty, they are probably sleeping with their friends, or boyfriend and girlfriends." She looked around, probably for a first aid kid.

"What about you? Nobody invited little miss magazine cover for a sleepover?" She grabs a kit and sits at one bed, starring at me...oh right, i sit down by her side.

"Im not in the mood for that tonight, Clarisse"

"Based of the fact you are still fully d-"

She stomped her feet on the ground

"Do you always have to be like this? Thats why my family wont let me talk to you! Im not in the mood for jokes, for sleepovers and specially for us to keep stinging each other" she oppened a little alcohol bottle, to clean the wounds i think.

"Oh they wont let you? so you wanted to? That-AH WHY?" I screamed when she just poured the alcohol straight into the cut

"Okay that didnt hurt....a lot, youre being dramatic, also, enough of that talk" she said while cleaning my cuts with a piece of cotton. "Now, we dont have nectar or ambrosia in here, and going to the infirmary is to risky..but you have small cuts, i think this will do....dontfinditweird... please"

"Why would i find it weir-" i was cut mid sentence by her giving a small kiss in my arm, and starting to bandage me right away, though i did saw some of my cuts getting better. "Im sorry, you do that since when?"

"Its..been a time, i just never used it because, you know, going around kissing random demigod's wounds would be, weird and unhygienic" she holded a finger up, and then a second, as if counting the reasons. "But hey, you are all set, and you should go, before anyone notices the lights on"

"Hey they were on before i even came in" i got up, and so did she, gathering all the used stuff and throwing them in the bin by the side of the bed.

"True, i was reading before, and fell asleep...i guess thank you... in a certain way, if you hadnt came here they would stay on the whole night and the chance of my siblings getting caught being out of the cabin was huge.." i looked around, "The song of Achilles" was it was half open on one of the beds.

"Greek myth retelling?" I ask walking towards the door, she just hums in agreement.

"A pretty good book, you should try to read it...i dont know if you like books very much but.. yeah"

"Maybe, tell me when you finish it, ill see if im in the mood for it" i open the door and put a step outside, but before i trully left i said "You are a pretty bad doctor, you know? Not even treating all the wounds, my lips are also cut" i watched her face go from confusion to realization in a second

"Clarisse! you-"

I slammed the door.

#lesbian #fanfic #clarisse pjo #clarisse la rue #pjo series #pjo tv show #clarisse la rue x oc

[gildeddlily]

can I say something?

something I've started to not quite dislike, but not appreciate much about pjo was the way rick riordan talked about and characterized some gods- like Ares (still understand why he did that tho).

personally, as a kid who grew up reading myth after myth, I've always loved Ares, and when I re-read after years the pjo books some months ago I noticed how some of the gods are kind of lazy-written, or simply treated badly- as characters ofc.

one of them is Ares.

Ares is kind of impossible to appreciate in the books.

the only good moment he has is the "that's my girl" with Clarisse (but it still happened after years of neglect so yeah, not so great at the end), and then it's all bad, and he kind of gets ignored in favour of other gods- like Poseidon, who does mistakes but still can be appreciated, and is someone we could even relate too. Hades, Persephone, Hermes, Apollo and Artemis, they were we can say well-rounded second characters.

Demetra, Dionysus (except for the "protect my son" bit in the fifth book loved him for that and in general him with pollux and castor) but especially Aphrodite and Ares are just there so symbolize something Percy and us readers dislike.

(this is about Ares, but I could talk ab Aphrodite for hours (another day bud))

Ares is fucking cool.

he's the god of war, so unlike some of his other relatives his domain can never get weak, because humans are always fighting, there's always a war somewhere- but the way rick wrote him kind of erased the part where people prayed to him in order to not only beat someone and win a conflict, but also to survive one.

who attacked first prayed for Ares to help them, who was attacked and fought back prayed for Ares to make them survive and exit the conflict as winners, because there are always two sides in a war, and Ares represents them both.

but I can understand why rick ignored this part of him and reduced him to an extremely strong god who loves conflicts- and why, as a 11ys kid I didn't really got that. I was just sad that my fav god wasn't a cool guy. now I'm older, and I notice that, but still I don't blame him for writing Ares like that.

it's a kids book, and I can't pretend from it to be the greatest thing ever written, and I can appreciate these books with ease.

(and yk, war may be natural, but it doesn't mean it's right, so it's normal that a kids book characterised the god of war as someone despicable.

every god is despicable (as it should be, not so strange from the god of death to steal from earth someone young and all springy and trap them in his realm, it's kind of how life works!!!), but it's hard to explain kids how sexual assault and murder were their breakfasts and lunches, while war=wrong is easy and right! so)

but the show changed that?

it's changing a lot of things, but first of all it's dealing with things about greek gods that were ignored or set to the side in the books- the way it so heavily say, again and again, how the life they expected demigods to live was wrong.

but, honestly, I simply loved Ares.

not only for the twitter fights, but for his talk with grover mainly.

and even though grover said those things in order to manipulate him into telling him what he wanted to know- it was more than nice to see how they fixed and perfected an almost ignored character (in the books a strong, too prideful and not-at-all wise god).

can't what to see what they'll do with aphrodite my wife and pride!!!!

#i have to say no beta read we die like my will to live after annabeth's speech and what is love #really too tired to re-read this #take my ramble #this is from my littel heart #live laugh love ares #pjo ares #pjo tv show #pjo series #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #rick riordan #pjo verse #aphrodite #greek mythology

[sleepytwilight]

I got a prompt, I see @tophatmaker Make a bound Arlyn Konami, image the guide sorcerers but from Mid Eartheim, how they're like?

Funny how tophatmaker didn't actually tell who is she... ... Now who are you imposter! 💀 anyway-

Basic information

All the guide committee is a student council in a university called Contell University.

The sorcerers age

Arcturus = 21 (a country bumpkin)

Spica = 23 (and already workaholics 💀)

Pollux = 19 (the youngest in the club)

Alpheratz = 23 (he's chill)

Sirius = 24 (The handsome jerk)

Vega = 20 (he's cold as ice but fragile like snowdrop)

𝔸𝕣𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕦𝕤

The third top student in the University. Many look up to him even though Spica is the top student-

His personality didn't change much, always helpful and cheerful.

He have many admires and friends, literal the popular guy.

He carries guitar around as he's also part of the music club for some reason

Arcturus hair is a bit longer and he have freckles

𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕒

The strict president in student council club, oh yes he is more stricter than Bound Arlyn Spica.

Spica wear glasses and never put down his hair down.

He's the top student, the first in everything, straight hair, straight A's, Straightforward, straight man, little mister Perfect, that's him.

He didn't join any extra curricular like others.

He was mistaken for a teacher by freshmen.

ℙ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕩

Pollux Castor got into a car accident and went into coma so Castor Pollux took his twin brother place.

He have scholarships.

Pollux still have bad luck but he doesn't really believe he's a bad omen.

He eats junk food because he can't afford to pay for more heavy food, when Arcturus found out about this, he provides Pollux some meals.

Pollux originally took defensive club until Schedar chose Pollux to be apart of the student council.

He was treated like a kid by everyone.

Pollux have a very feminine looks, especially his eyelashes so people often to mistake him for a girl.

𝔸𝕝𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕫

He used to be very energetic, he was the top student before Spica until one day he stopped showing up to classes for a year.

When he came back, he looks like shit. No his appearance didn't change, it's just his personality.

He's the one who mistaken Pollux for a girl-

There's a rumour going around he's an illegitimate son of the current principal of university (but the truth is, that's his grandpa 💀)

Spica asked wtf is wrong with him and he never say anything.

His grade dropping very bad but he's still in the University, weird isn't it?

𝕊𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕦𝕤

Handsome dork, he's the second top student. Yes he has scholarships.

Sirius have dark brown eyes like Asian, he's blasian technically.

He's very mysterious, too mysterious that his stalkers can't track him. Poor guy have stalkers-

Sirius is very chill and only want to finish his studies. He acted like a jerk sometimes they ignore him.

Sirius came from a very poor family which is why he avoid people so they don't make fun of him.

His clothes was gift from Vega. He also tailored clothes by himself, Sirius is good at making clothes.

People thought he's rich but it's just the extra fabric Spica gave to him.

𝕍𝕖𝕘𝕒

Bound Arlyn Vega, he was chilling until a rift opened and he stuck in mid eartheim.

He got adopted by a billionaire whose name is Giana. She's a good mom.

Bound Arlyn Vega have black hair and deep ocean eyes. He remembers nothing about Bound Arlyn and like the mid eartheim.

He got into the university thanks to his hardwork and joined the fencing club until Spica appointed him to be a part of the student council.

He gets along with Sirius and buys Sirius clothes because he can smell Sirius haven't showered in weeks.

He gets along with everyone expect for Alpheratz who is just being lazy, he honestly thinks Alpheratz need a serious help.

Nobody tried to do something so Vega sent Alpheratz to therapy instead-

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight sirius #arcana twilight arcturus #arcana twilight alpheratz #arcana twilight pollux #arcana twilight vega #arcana twilight spica #arcana twilight headcanons

[mmpookie]

ARCANA TWILIGHT FLOOR 13 REACTION SPOILERS ‼️

I. AM. NOT OKAY.😭😭 BRO I AM ON MY. KNEES. PLEASEEE GIVE US A SEASON TWO STORY TACO OML 😭🙏🙏

OKAY NOW FOR DISCUSSION:

FIRST SHOUT OUT TO CONFRONTATIONAL ARKY GOTTA BE ONE OF MY FAVORITE GENDERS 😩🙏

OK

THE THE. THE FRICKEN POLLUX IS CASTOR PLOTTWIST⁉️

I SAT OVER HERE DRAWING THE POLLUX BDAY ART .JUST. COMPLETELY ABSENTED MINDED OF THE FACT THAT POLLUX AND CASTOR LITERALLY PULLED A TWIN SWAP CLICHE ON US THAT IS SO FUNNY TO ME.

HE'S SO TRAGIC ☹️

BTW I ALMOST FELL OUT OF MY CHAIR READING THIS I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS WAS THE CASE THE ENTIRE TIME OH MY GOD

I MEAN THINKING ABOUT IT I SHOULD'VE EXPECTED IT BUT STILL (EVEN SIRIUS WAS STUNNED)

Also teehee the dots are connecting with mythology again UGH it's so smart with what they pulled off I loved this closing arc for pollux

or I mean castor???

I'm not stretching right???

Also did they ever clarify what castor's fate of misfortune was? Unless I missed it, it's gotta be referring to his death right? Deffo gonna reread the story for when my arcana twilight withdrawals kick in to reanalyze EVERYTHING bc that will be fun

MORE MYTHOLOGY‼️

I've would also love to shout out how much of Arky's role of guiding us out of the Boundry can be paralleled to the greek god Hermes and what he symbolizes BUT BRO

CAN YOU HEAR MY UTTER ANGUISH?????? MY UTTER DESPAIR?????? I AM UNCONSOLABLE

I DUNNO IF I'LL EVER RECOVER FROM THIS LINE 😭 SORRY IT'S JUST ME PARALLELING SUMMONER AND VEGA TO ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE AGAIN. AND. AND. HOW RELEVENT IT IS TO THEIR BACKSTORY AND VEGAS TRAUMA OF BEING ABANDONED BUT

THIS IS SUCH A PERFECT LINE. THE BOW ON TOP OF HIS CHARACTER ARC. I COULD NOT BE HAPPIER

THIS MAY OR MAY NOT BE BECAUSE OF HOW MUCH A HADESTOWN FAN I AM SO IGNORE ME

Ok so at the end I was like NERVOUS bc there was the chance they could have MAYBE pulled off two different endings depending on whether summoner personally wanted to stay or go back to Mid Earthium- which would have been a cool opportunity that Storytaco could have pulled,, but I guesss instead they did the thing where the choices triggered the same response, but this time in the sense that the rest is left to your imagination:

*you turn around = you stay back at the Boundry with the boys (this is because if you turn around the portal magic thingy won't work)

*or you listen to arcturus = keep walking until you arrive back home (earth)

Personally I chose to turn around bc ,one, the story never really gave me TOO much reason to want to go back home- however it was back there- and two I WAS YELLING THROUGH THE SCREEN NOO I DONT TO LEAVEEE 😭😭 THE WHOLE TIME

Also the voice we hear at the end says

"Can you hear? I have a story I desperately want to tell."

And I?? Can't exactly tell what it means?..OTHER THAN A TEASER FOR MORE CONTENT?? MAYBE PONTENTIALLY?? But if it's actually obviously something else I missed please tell me 😭

Anyways end of lecture:

Pollux and vega ending arc top tier.

Arcturus hmm I wish they didn't gloss over the void arc so quickly 🤔

If they could have fitted it in there I would have loved if they had just a BIT more of a satisfying conclusion for spica and alpheratz yknow? :( just me??

And finally. I can be slow,,, so if there's anyone out there that can explain Sirius's whole spiel with polaris and everything with the time travel.,,,,,,, I really would appreciate it bc I'm still trying to understand 😭

(Story taco if you're reading this please make more story I love these characters too much ☹️)

#ANYWAYS SEASON 2 HERE WE COME 😁 #AM I RIGHT #arcana twilight #arcana twilight spoilers #arcana twilight 13th floor #also technically #arcana twilight fanart

[idkmanwtfishumanityanymore]

Lee HC’s! (In order of appearance bc the image-uploading is being weird- sorry for the shit formatting!)

Lee!Sun:

First of all, we shall list what kind of lee he is; Easily flustered.

Sunny obviously wheezes, but he wheezes the most if his rays are being targeted.

Sunny cannot say the t-word for the life of him when he’s in a lee!mood, but can easily say it when actual tkls aren’t involved. Worst spot is his wrists, lightly tracing his wrist will kill the poor guy- (but he will be very happy despite his whines of protest.)

Whenever Earth goes to play with his rays, the reason he always sounds so startled, is because he’s trying not to laugh.

Sun is less of a wriggler, and more of a bargainer, opting to try and talk his way out of being wrecked instead of actually trying to escape.

Lee!Moon:

Moon is the kind of lee who insists they’re not ticklish somewhere, only for it to be like- one of their worst spots.

Speaking of worst spots, His knees. His knees, are just death. He is rendered helpless the second you go for his knees.

Moon is more of a ler than a lee usually, but will very embarrassedly ask Sun, Earth, Or Solar for tkls when he’s in a lee!mood, he would go to Lunar only if he needs the kind of tkls that completely fry your brain, like if he’s overthinking about his past self or something similar.

Definitely more of a wriggler than Sun- he will fight for his LIFE (even if he’s the one who asked for tkls.)

Inspired by a certain fic, (You know who you are /pos) A good way to comfort or calm him is light tkls on the hand, typically Sun or Earth does this, but Solar has been allowed to do so a couple times.

Lee!Earth:

Probably the most open lee of the group- like, she can directly ask for tkls without using any code words or substitutes, even in a really bad Lee!mood- (the others envy her bravery)

Worst spot is her hips, but a close second is the back of her neck, under her mountain of hair.

Will go to anyone she trusts for tkls, but mainly opts to ask Monty, Sun, Moon, Lunar and Solar, as she’s closest with them.

Has thought about asking Moon or Solar to add a cropped turtleneck to her list of outfits, but is a little hesitant. (not too cropped, like- right where the ribs end.)

Very fond of tkls in general, as it’s a very good way to strengthen bonds with those you love. Lee!Lunar:

One of the worst wrigglers of the entire celestial family, no matter what-

Has difficulty saying the t-word when in a lee!mood, but it’s not impossible for him.

Has very likely been the Guinea pig for Gemini (Castor and Pollux) when they were curious about tkls, Pollux was probably the one to bring it up. (Before all uh. The recent happenings, of course.)

Worst spot is probably his tummy, (wow so creative/j) but a very close second is the joints of his arms.

Super feather-sensitive because I say so.

Cheer up tkls are his kryptonite, but they don’t Always work-

Has been tkld by Jack before, because he made the mistake of mentioning the word while Jack was nearby- (wasn’t as bad as he expected, kinda fun actually.) Lee!Blood-Twins:

More Ler’s than Lee’s, but The less crazy one, (I personally call this one HarvestMoon/Harvest) typically has more lee!moods than the more feral one (Normal ol BloodMoon)

Now these two, THEY are THE WORST wrigglers in the celestial family, with Lunar being a very, VERY close second.

They will bite and claw whoever is tklng them, no matter who it is- they will cause damage- it is inevitable- you’re signing your death certificate if you try to get them-

Like Sun, they CANNOT say the T-word, but like. Ever- it doesn’t matter what context the situation has, they’re going to substitute the word- the t-word hurts their pride and ego, and they refuse to let that happen. If they do actually say the t-word, it is very much an accident that they will recall whenever they try to sleep- and curl up into a flustered little ball of growls.

They pretend to hate tkls, but due to how rare it is that they get any kind of positive touch, they absolutely secretly adore it.

Obviously their worst spot is the left underarm, where that weak point is, (THAT CANONICALLY IS TKLISH‼️) but a close second is their tummy, because of how doglike they act sometimes.

Playing off the last one, yes. Yes they kick like a puppy when someone tkls their tummy. It is incredibly embarrassing for them, though, as they cannot control it, and will very likely growl the whole time-

They do indeed have a “sweet spot” like a dog, but I’m just gonna let y’all try and guess where it is <3 (I’m evil I know.). Lee!Eclipse:

OH MY FUCKING GOD. Literally the biggest goddamn lee of the celestial family it’s not even funny.

He is a walking death-spot, but his absolute worst spot is most definitely the middle of his back, he goes LIMP immediately.

Ridiculously touch-starved, so he’s very likely to just melt into any tkls he’s given. (Sometimes even if the intent is malicious-)

Like Sun, he wheezes, but (because I say so) he will occasionally let out a catlike giggle or squeak, which he’s very flustered by.

HE CANNOT EVEN USE SUBSTITUTES FOR THE T-WORD. He just has to hint around without mentioning anything even slightly similar to the dreaded t-word and pray that whoever he’s trying to get tkls from catches his drift.

He’s the most likely to get clingy if he’s been thoroughly wrecked, it doesn’t matter who did it, he’s gonna cling to them and refuse to let go- such a pathetic wet cat of a man. Lee!Solar:

Yeah, like Earth, he’s also a pretty calm lee (not open about it though-)

Solar can say the t-word, without substitutes, no matter what, and it’s VERY RARE for him to use a substitute.

Actually quite fond of “go the fuck to sleep/take a break” tkls. (Sometimes purposefully stays up too late working on something to provoke the others (Mainly Moon and Spaniard (the computer) into tklng him-)

Not much of a wriggler or a bargainer, but definitely a whiner- he will protest so damn much despite visibly enjoying the tkls.

Solar’s worst spot is like, right above his hips. He will definitely hiccup if you go for that.

Lee!KC:

Used to be more of a ler before he went all hippy mode (/pos) but now leans more towards being a lee.

Like Moon, his worst spot is his knees, but back when he had his mindscape form, it was definitely his paws- 100%. (Yes KC used to have paws, I’m still reeling myself in after nearly a year.)

more of a soft giggler, with very few loud noises like squeals or shrieks.

He can say the t-word sometimes, but usually has to use substitutes. Lee!ForkFace:

One of the more ler-learning members of the group, but definitely still has lee!moods.

whenever Forky decides to have their rays, that’s usually how you can tell they’re in a lee!mood, as their rays are quite tklish but not as much as Sun’s or any of the other ray-possessors.

Has the quietest giggles of the whole group, mainly because they rarely talk- but definitely has moments when they go from quiet, rapid breathing to simulate giggling, to a sudden screech-

Oddly enough, their worst spot is their lower-arm, a close second would be their neck.

a little more embarrassed about tkls than you’d think, especially because it’s more difficult to ask for them when they don’t feel like talking.

Earth and Foxy are the people they mainly go to for tkls, Earth is the one who taught them what it is, actually! Lee!JackOMoon:

Puppy brained little goober who barely understands the concept of tkls, had to research it one day because he mistook Solar wrecking Lunar (for calling him a twink) as violence, and tried to mutilate Solar-

Doesn’t understand why he suddenly feels an urge to be tkld, but usually goes to Solar, Lunar or surprisingly ForkFace to ask about it.

Can say the t-word in any context, as he doesn’t really understand anything that he feels when in a lee!mood.

Has tried to tkl himself, was very confused when it didn’t cause the same sensation as when someone else does.

Like BloodMoon (and Harvest,) Jack’s puppy brain causes him to kick when someone gets his tummy.

The second boldest lee of the group, right behind Earth, as he can’t feel embarrassment (not yet anyway- the day he gains embarrassment, he will be in the same boat as Eclipse in terms of asking for tkls-). Lee!Ruin:

3rd most open lee of the group, very capable of just asking for tkls without substitutes.

Despite being able to say the t-word, he will definitely Hesitate to ask for tkls- he’s very self conscious the poor lad.

Ruin is more of a “go limp and whine” kind of lee, but doesn’t deny that he likes tkls.

if he’s unable to bring himself to ask for tkls, he will pout and whine like a toddler until someone catches on.

Like Eclipse, he’s a walking deathspot- AND THIS IS BY CHOICE, HE BUILT HIS OWN BODY, HE WIRED HIS SENSORS THIS WAY. (The others love to tease him about that, and the friendly teasing always just makes him super happy and feel like he’s not a burden or out of place <3) (I’ll add ler HC’s later- rn I have writers block💀)

#Sun and Moon Show tickles #TSAMs tk HC’s #Lee!Sun #Lee!Moon #Lee!Earth #Lee!Lunar #Lee!BloodMoon #(Lee!HarvestMoon) #Lee!Eclipse #Lee!Solar #Lee!KC #(Lee!KillCode) #Lee!ForkFace #Lee!JackO #(Lee!JackOMoon) #Lee!Ruin #Tickle headcanons #weird ass formatting sorry-

[stygiansun-totaleclipse]

Facts about our remaining family ? Maybe the other consorts as well if it’s not too much.

Nour is 24 years old—2 years older than MC. They've always played the nurturing mediator role among your siblings. If anyone could calm down Ember or Farah when they were worked up, it was Nour. They are particularly good with fire magic. Their mother is Consort Najaat, who of all the Emperor's consorts, was the most manipulative, constantly trying to pit Nour against their siblings and leverage them to elevate her own standing at court. Nour has never been the best at navigating the intricacies of court, finding it far too complex and overwhelming, much to their mother's frustration. Their relationship with their mother is very strained.

Farah is your fiery-tempered youngest sister. She is 11 years old and the daughter of Consort Soleil. Soleil had two other children: Farah's older twin brothers, Castor and Ember. Having been too young to join the rest of her siblings on the battlefield, Farah grew up largely alone at the palace, always waiting for the brief visits from her siblings whenever they had to return to the palace. After the deaths of your four oldest siblings, Farah was inconsolable for months. Now that you and Nour are home, she has been extremely clingy, insisting on following you both everywhere, making it hard for you to get any work done. Farah's mother Soleil has never gotten along with Najaat, the two of them constantly trying to outmaneuver each other to elevate their own influence. Soleil isn’t afraid to use her children as pawns, though she was devastated by the deaths of her sons.

Consort Safina was the mother of your two oldest siblings—Parim, the imperial crown prince, and Aurora, your eldest sister. As the mother of the heir and the second-in-line, Safina held much more sway over court than the other consorts, making her a target for Najaat's and Soleil's scheming. A harsh and imposing woman, Safina makes no secret of her deep distaste for the other consorts and their children, and has always endeavored to keep Parim's and Aurora's interactions with their siblings to a minimum. It is also no secret she is the emperor’s favorite, a fact she does not hesitate to leverage to her benefit.

Your mother, Consort Phoebe, has always been much more subtle in her machinations. If there is an opportunity to undermine the other consorts to her own benefit, she will take it, but she always covers her tracks and makes sure to always appear dignified and above it all. Even if no one else is able to pin a plot against the other consorts on Phoebe, you know her too well to recognize the signs of her handiwork. She focuses much effort on your training, making sure you are a model royal and is constantly maneuvering to improve your standing at court as well. Though she refrains from directly pitting you against your siblings, you know that hasn’t stopped her from subtly attacking their reputations.

Consort Helia is your father's most recent consort, with a baby on the way. Being far too naive and trusting for her own good, she has not adapted well to being part of the royal harem, making her an easy target, but she has been mostly shunned by the other consorts. You don't know her as well as you'd perhaps like to, having been away from the palace for a long time during the war. Now that you are home, Nour has been making an effort to include Helia when they can.

Your father, Emperor Solis, has never had much time to be a father to most of his children, too busy running a kingdom and leading a war. He is your emperor first, father last. He expects much from his children—they are all expected to do their part in adding to their family's honor and legacy.

#stygian sun total eclipse #stygian sun: total eclipse #anon ask #sste asks #sste: mc #sste: nour

[xerith-42]

SPILL UR LORNCE HEADCANONS PRETTY PLS 🦶💥

Listen I know we as a fandom make jokes about how to spell Laurance's name but I'm fairly confident that's not how you spell it... Anyways here's a random assortment of MCD Laurance headcanons as I come up with them.

In my brain Laurance is like 6'2 and Cadenza is close to that, but she's like 5'11. So even though she's older than Laurance, he still constantly makes fun of her for being "short" and calls himself the older sibling to piss her off.

Laurance doesn't abstain from poultry, but when he was growing up and spent so much time with Castor as a teenager he didn't eat chicken that much bc he actually knew all of Castor's chickens and it felt weird to eat them or their potential brethren. So like, if it's put on his plate he'll eat it, but otherwise Laurance doesn't like eating chicken very much.

When he was younger Laurance really liked fires. Even if it never snowed, it got really cold in Meteli, and he got used to the different chores associated with making sure there's a fire going in the hearth at all times. He likes feeling useful, and he and Cadenza would often fall asleep outside the fire place cause it was just so nice and warm. Also he probably has ADHD and we all how how them bitches are with fire.

This changed with time. Now Laurance associates fire with his worst memories, illusions or otherwise. He'll stay near one for warmth, but he never feeds it, and he tries not to look at them for too long.

I do want to elaborate on Laurance as a kid though. He was probably so rowdy. After what he's been through they expect him to be more reserved, but he's just a little shit head. He's kind of feral and the only thing that'll calm him down/tire him out is training with the guards in Meteli. Most of them cave to him eventually because at least when he's learning, it's pretty easy to teach him and get the kid to exhaust himself.

One time a teenage Laurance was sparring against the head guard and started actually beating them??? He didn't win the fight in the end, but he came close enough that he started seriously thinking like "Oh shit I'm good at this. Maybe I should become a guard."

Final headcanon for you, MCD Laurance has and will confidently wear dresses. Like, multiple times. He has Cadenza for a sister, of course he's worn dresses she made. Sometimes it was just her practicing, and sometimes she was making a dress/garment for someone else that Laurance was relitavely close to the size of and he really doesn't mind modeling for her. If someone needed to go into enemy territory disguised in drag for whatever reason, Laurance's mentality is "As long as the dress fits, wear it."

#text post #aphmau #minecraft diaries #i dont support aphmau #laurance zvahl #minecraft diaries laurance #writing #cadenza zvahl #aphmau cadenza #cadenza mcd #mcd #mcd headcanons #my headcanons #anon ask #ask #answered #answered asks #laurance mcd

[cgarttrailsandtails]

I have a fanfic that ima post on Quotev and Ao3 (eventually).

I’m also putting it here in case y’all don’t have one of those two platforms and still wanna read it.

Sleepy Stars

By: Cg

Summary: We know Lunar can overwork his power, but what happens when an astral does?

(Story under cut)

Chapter one

It was a pretty normal day, nothing out of the ordinary had happened for once. Lunar was kinda pleased as he walked to the training area to continue with the memory training. He was happy he had more control, happy he was able to have upped his training, and actually just genuinely happy today. Earth and Monty were off on a date or something, not that Lunar really cared.

When he finally arrived at the training area, (a small clearing in the forested area was where they did the memory stuff) he spotted Castor at the base of a tree on the far side of the clearing staring up at the leaves. “Hi Castor!” He said excitedly, “what are you looking at?”

“Huh? Oh. Hello Lunar.” Came the familiar monotone reply. “Pollux got herself stuck up there” he said, turning back to the tree.

“Maybe I can help? I have wind power to get up there and help her out.”

“Go ahead and give it a shot, Lunar.”

So he did. He managed to get up there to see that Pollux really was stuck. She was tangled in the branches and closed in on by leaves. “Hi.” She said, appearing to struggle a little to try and get loose. After a little bit she sighed and turned her head back to lunar. “Could you help?”

“Sure thing” Lunar replied, grabbing at the branches underneath Pollux and twisting them out of the way. About five minutes later, the opening was large enough that the rest of the branches gave way, sending Pollux plummeting to the ground.

Thwump. She hit the ground with muffled surprise. “You ok?” Lunar heard Castor saying to her when he lowered himself to the ground.

“Yeah, I think I impaled myself in there though.”

“So, training!” Lunar reminded them cheerfully when he had touched down.

“Yes, training!!” Pollux half-sang as she turned to Lunar. Then, looking back at Castor, she asked, “which memory are you gonna send us into?”

“Ahm. Hmm. I don’t know actually.” He said, unsure about where Lunar could best use his powers.

“What about T.I.A?”

“Oh great Neptune no. That place even I want to forget. It’d give him nightmares.” Castor replied Gesturing to Lunar.

“What’s T.I.A?” Lunar asked.

“You Don’t wanna know” they said in unison.

“How about planet èrraksva?”

“That one will work. Get ready Lunar.”

“Wha-? Oh, okay!” Lunar had ceased paying attention when they said whatever the heck that word was. With that, Castor sent Lunar and Pollux into another memory. Who could’ve expected what was about to happen?

Chapter two

In the memory

It looked like Minecraft still. This memory, however, Lunar started in space. Wait…shouldn’t I be falli- oh no.he thought as he started to plummet toward whatever planet this was. The view of it from out here, in space, was breathtaking. It was a mostly purple planet, with dull purples and bright ones mixed in with each other. There were a few blue areas, presumably oceans or other sources of water. He felt he was screaming, yet heard nothing.

Crash! As he hit the cold, hard surface of the planet, he heard himself again. “Owww my spleeen… wait do I even have one?” He voiced to himself. He heard Pollux In His head say something, but had been too busy screaming to care. “What did you say Pollux?” He asked.

“I just said I don’t think you have a spleen. I don’t even know what that is though.”

“It’s a human bone or something, I don’t know.”

“Eh. Anyways, WELCOME TO ÈRRAKSVA! The planet of plains. We were sent here to deal with a threat that had been hiding in the fields of the planet! That’s who you’re up against, so go ahead and explore!” Pollux over-explained excitedly. Lunar looked around. Now he realized why the planet was purple, these fields seemed covered in a whole range of different purples and other plants. Lunar wondered how they lived with seemingly no water nearby.

“Uh…okay?” Lunar said tentatively, snapping back to reality. The last time she had told him to explore something, he got jumped by a sandworm. So he snuck around while checking things out. Eventually he found a pressure plate. “Should I step on it?” He asked her.

“Yeah, it’s okay”

“You’re sure?”

“I DID it. Of course I’m sure! Just go ahead.” She replied impatiently.

“Alright… here goes” and Lunar stepped on the plate.

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This is boring. Castor thought as he waited for them to work through the memory. He didn’t have anything to do except focus on keeping them in there. But, he had to make sure nothing goes wrong and they can get through the memory smoothly. He didn’t want Lunar and Pollux to get “soft locked” -as the humans call it- in a piece he doesn’t fully remember or something. That was, of course, Highly unlikely, but it never hurt to be prepared.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice the small white animal creeping towards a patch of fresh grass a few inches away from him. That is, until he felt the paw. “Gah!” He yelled in surprise. He looked down to see the terrified little white rabbit on his foot staring up at him and quivering. “Oh. Sorry to frighten you, little one.” He said, slowly bending down to pick up the little thing. As he lifted the tiny mass of white fluff off his foot, it wriggled in attempted escape. He put it down in the patch of grass it was originally going to, unintentionally delivering it to its destination. When the rabbit’s paws touched the ground, it scampered away from him, yet stayed in the patch to munch on some grass. Castor shook his head and walked off, farther from the bunny and back to his thoughts. This interaction was cute and all, but it was back to being bored for him.

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“Eek!” Lunar squeaked as he felt something run across his foot.

“Don’t worry Lunar, that plate didn’t do anything bad, why are you so jumpy?”

“It’s not that. I feel like something is… watching me.”

“Oh, it is”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

It is? What was that supposed to mean!? Lunar thought uneasily as he continued on through the mass of fields this stupid planet has. Suddenly, he heard a growl. Wait- growl? He turned around to be face to face with a weird anti-matter bloodhound. Nothing bad huh? “Hiii… doggie. Nice doggie?” It snapped it jaws at him and got ready to lunge.

“I’d run.” Pollux warned.

“10 steps ahead of you!” Lunar yelled and bolted. The dog chased after him and was close to catching up when it was stopped. It was as if it had reached where it wanted Lunar to be and dissolved.

“H e l l o, c r e a t u r e!” Said an eerie voice. “Why are you here?”

“Who’s asking?” Lunar asked wearily.

A being stepped out of the shadows. “Me.” It said. It was black and gold colored, seemingly drifting in and out of existence every few seconds. It was covered in stars, like the astral bodies, but unlike them, it did not seem friendly. It seemed deceiving and just… off. “So why are you here? Have you come to face your death?” It asked again.

“I’m assuming this is the one I have to fight, correct?” Lunar said to Pollux under his breath.

“Mhm and then we can go back home!”

“Great.” Then louder, he said “I have come to best you in combat.” Oh I’m an idiot! He thought. Why would I want this thing to know I wanna fight it!? But it was too late to take the comment back.

“Ah.” The thing replied. “Then you HAVE come to die. Very well then, let us begin…”

Chapter three

The incident

They had been in there a long time. He wasn’t worried. You can’t really get hurt in a memory, after all. But they had been in there a couple hours now, and Castor wondered what the heck they were doing. Keeping them both in there for so long had started to wear him out. He could at least tell they were getting closer to the end, but it was growing later and later. He feared Lunar’s battery may not last. Castor was considering pulling them out when he felt an odd sensation… he realized he had dimmed significantly. They had been in there too long, and Castor’s power was strained. He decided to push on and keep them in there. Eventually though, he couldn’t take it anymore. Everything went black.

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One moment, Lunar had been fighting an anti-matter being, and the next, he was back in the real world. He and Pollux were confused. “Why’d he pull us out?” Lunar voiced the question they were both wondering. Then, Pollux seemed to notice something… Castor wasn’t in sight.

“Wait. Where is Castor?” After taking a quick look around, she laid eyes on her brother. She gasped at the sight, and Lunar whipped around to see Castor unconscious. He had seemingly collapsed or something. Pollux knelt down next to her brother. Hastily she said, “Go home, lunar.”

“What? No, I’m not leaving. I want to make sure he’s okay-“

“Lunar! Please just go home.” She said worriedly. Lunar then nodded and headed home. Surely she would just tell him if Castor was okay, right?

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“Castor? Castor!” It was no use. He wouldn’t wake up. Pollux had tried almost everything short of slapping him. He was barely glowing too; it didn’t look good. She knew he wasn’t dead, because then she would be dead too. But she couldn’t help wondering if he was okay otherwise. She was thinking the worst: that he was injured in some way, though she wouldn’t know how that would’ve happened. All she knew right now, however, was that he was out cold. He wouldn’t wake up no matter what she tried. Pollux felt defeated. She was alone right now. And scared. Scared for her brother, and scared for herself. All she could do was keep him close to her. All she could think about is what might’ve happened, what she should have been there to stop… she couldn’t help her brother in any way, and she felt guilty that she wasn’t there to stop whatever happened from going down. Suddenly, she felt a paw pad pass over her arm. A bunny. A little white bundle of floof crawled over her arm and sat on Castor. She smiled a sad little smile, and that’s when the tears started to fall.

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Lunar lay across his couch, just worried now. He couldn’t sleep. For two reasons. One because his friend might be seriously injured. The other reason was because Jack was staring at him like an overenthusiastic puppy waiting for their owner to take them on a walk at 2 in the morning. Lunar decided to call Earth and see if she was awake and available to talk.

It rang twice before she picked up.

“Hello Lunar, why are you still up this late?” Earth said over the phone. It was nice to hear her voice again, even if he had talked with her just this morning. “Hello?” Lunar realized he hadn’t said anything.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. Hi.”

“You seem upset. Is something the matter?”

Lunar thought for a moment before saying, “yeah.”

“Oh. Well would you like to talk about it?” He did, actually. He proceeded to tell Earth about what happened during training that day, and when he was finished, they ended up talking more about what might’ve went on. “Well, it sounds to me like he might’ve fainted.” Earth said, finally coming to a conclusion.

“Yeah but why though?” Lunar was asking himself, and even the universe more than he was asking Earth.

“That’s the mystery.” She said. “I’m sure he’ll be alright, Lunar. You should try and sleep.”

Lunar sighed. “You’re right, I guess. Though it might be hard with Jack watching every single move I make.” He glared at Jack disapprovingly. Jack just blinked at him.

“Hm, alright.” Earth said with a small laugh. “Goodnight, Lunar.”

“Goodnight Earth.” It was gonna be a long night.

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Castor woke with a start. He felt exhausted still, but he was awake now. He didn’t remember what exactly happened, but he felt dizzy and tired. He soon realized where he was. He worried for a second about what happened to Pollux and Lunar when he blacked out, before noticing Pollux beside him, asleep with the remains of tears on her face. Castor couldn’t imagine what she must have thought happened. A small white creature, the rabbit from earlier it seemed, was currently sitting on his chest. It made eye contact for a second before, as if an agreement was done, it scampered away. Castor sat up, or at least tried to anyway. He ended up falling over again from dizziness. “Oof!” He exclaimed after the third attempt. Unable to get up, he just lay there, still exhausted but not willing to fall back asleep. Suddenly, someone spoke.

“Are you okay Castor?” It was Pollux, evident worry in her tone. She helped Castor sit up, and as he leaned into her so as not to fall over again, she started the spew of questions. “What happened? Why wouldn’t you wake up? You had me worried!” And a bunch of other questions and exclamations were thrown at him; she wasn’t letting him get a word in edgewise. Finally he had enough of that.

“Pollux… shut up.” He said calmly. “I’m okay.” She looked at him, obviously not satisfied with that.

“What happened?” She asked, concern evident. She studied him to make sure he wasn’t hurt, now that she knew he at least felt okay. He looked tired, his eyes unfocused, but he thankfully wasn’t hurt, at least on the outside.

“I don’t know.” He finally said after some time. “I just kinda…blacked out.”

“Well are you sure you’re okay? You’re really dim…”

“Uh… I-I don’t know, I… uh” he cut off, not knowing what to say.

“Well how are you feeling? Earth says that’s a good place to start, with feelings.”

“I don’t think that’s what she means, but okay.” He paused for a second, trying to come up with the words. “Um. I guess…dizzy? And tired…I feel really tired…” he finally answered.

“You said you blacked out? And now you feel tired?” Pollux inquired after a moment of silence.

“Yeah-? What about it?”

“Could you have passed out or something?”

“It’s… possible.” He said. Coming to the realization, he added, “I think I might have overused my power or something and passed out…”

“That would make the most sense…” Pollux said, troubled by the thought of it. Her brother had always been careful not to overwork himself, to think he did for the first time in almost forever was a scary concept for her. “What did it feel like before you passed out? Do you remember?” She asked, looking at Castor. There was silence for a little while before he answered.

“I started feeling tired mostly. That’s also when the dizziness started. Why do you ask?” He said softly. He was falling asleep again, too tired to even think correctly anymore.

“Okay, you definitely overworked yourself then…” she said, quickly losing herself in thought. At least it wasn’t worse! She kept telling herself. He could have been attacked or something, just be glad it wasn’t that.

As Pollux was thinking, she didn’t notice Castor falling closer and closer to sleep. Eventually, she stopped her thinking process, as it was going nowhere. “Hey Castor-“ she started to ask, looking back at her brother. She stopped short when she realized he had fallen into a light sleep again. “Castor?” She asked, tapping him awake.

“Mm. Yes…?” He said, pretty obviously exhausted.

“Are you okay?”

He paused. “Sleepy…” he eventually answered. She was slightly concerned still, her earlier question forgotten.

“Is that all? Nothing’s wrong is it?” She asked, very worried.

“Hm?” Castor hadn’t heard her, as he had gotten too tired to process much. Pollux repeated her questions for him. “Mmm…I’m okay… I think…”

Pollux still looked concerned, so he tried to elaborate: “I mean, I’m tired… and still pretty dizzy, but-“

“It’s alright, Castor. You don’t need to explain.” Pollux interrupted. Castor just slightly nodded in acknowledgment. Pollux could tell he needed sleep. “Go ahead and rest, Castor,” she told him. “You need it.”

He hesitated. “You’ll be alright-?” He asked, not wanting to worry her.

“Yes. Just go to sleep.” She was a bit nervous to do this, but she knew he needed to sleep. She also knew he’d eventually just pass out again, so it’s better to just let him go to sleep sooner. He still seemed uneasy, put off by her obvious worry. She didn’t really notice. Is this the right thing to do? She asked herself. Of course it is… right? She started rocking herself, a nervous habit of hers. Without realizing it, however, she was soothing Castor just enough for him to fall back asleep, as she was still holding him. Eventually, she remembered Lunar, probably wanting to know what happened. So she, not wanting to leave Castor, merged them into Gemini, and set off to where Lunar lived.

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Lunar heard tapping at his balcony door. He was still on the couch, still not able to fall asleep. Jack was in the corner, presumably, and was watching him. Lunar had ended up asking him to turn invisible, hoping to be able to get some sleep, like Earth said to. He looked over at the balcony door. Gemini was outside, waiting patiently to be let in. Lunar practically exploded off the couch, anxious to hear how Castor was doing. Throwing open the door, he asked, “is he okay? What happened!?” Gemini, presumably controlled by Pollux right now, stepped in.

“He’s okay, he just fainted from overworking himself.” Her voice came out kind of sadly.

“Why do you sound so sad then?” Lunar asked.

“It’s just… he’s usually so careful with his power, I… I don’t know how he overused it.”

Lunar thought for a minute. “Well, at least he’s okay. If he had been hurt…”

“If he had been hurt, I would’ve found who did it and ripped them apart like a damn doll.” Pollux said angrily, worked up just by the thought of it.

“Sit down.” Lunar said, leading them to the couch. Gemini complied, but very obviously wasn’t happy. The two (three?) of them sat in silence for a while before Lunar asked “do you wanna watch tv or something? Just to, Y’know, get our minds off of this?”

“Sure.” They replied, grateful for the chance to think of something else. Lunar turned on the tv and they ended up on some nature documentary. They sat in dead silence just watching, not really paying much attention to time. Gemini eventually broke the silence. “This is interesting.”

“Yeah, I guess”

“Why were you so worried?” They asked after a pause.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“You didn’t need to be worried, so why were you?”

“Well, I guess because… you two are my… friends.” Lunar was caught kind of off guard by the question.

“Hm. Ok, I guess I can see why you’d be worried then. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For just… being there? I guess. I don’t know. I’m sorry, it’s late, and-“ Lunar hugged them, cutting them off.

“It’s ok, I wasn’t sleeping anytime soon anyways.” He said with a small chuckle.

Gemini smiled. They watched the rest of the documentary together in silence. And Somewhere through it, Lunar finally fell asleep.

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Notes:

I’m so sorry if this sucked, I’m not a very good writer. I still hope you enjoyed, and have a wonderful day or night!

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#laes #fanfic #enjoy #characters are Castor Pollux and Lunar plus mention and brief Convo with Earth and mention of Monty #no Lumini just cause I couldn’t incorporate it sorry #I know I suck at this it’s okay tho right?

[wataksampingan]

So... Episode 65 was released on Fast Pass today.

Spoilers for Episode 65-67 and some parts of the webnovel

Intriguing how one or two readers were able to correctly guess that Dodolea had assaulted Theo. I had to bumble around Naver, earn cookies one pair at a time and be rewarded by having my heart ripped out of my chest when I read what happened to him.

(”Watak, the signs were so obvious, how could you not tell?” I dunno man, I thought this was going to be supernatural magic and curses, not actual literal sexual assault). The screaming and gnashing of teeth in the next chapter is going to be wild.

How far Dodolea went is left vague-ish on purpose, I expect, though the drugging is in itself already enough to condemn her. I don’t know what sort of explanation (not endorsement) will be given for her actions considering that when Theo bolted out of there, her expression is LITERALLY “o.o”

What the fuck is going on with her? Is she going to be, as the webnovel proceeded to explain, possessed by some witch that’s obsessed with a past reincarnation of Theo? Is this witch so ancient that sexual assault is not in her vocabulary? Is the real Dodolea already dead? Is this going to take some other less supernatural turn? seungu what are you planning?? I have so many questions???

Theo’s soft-hearted nature is going to be the death of him. And I’m going to strangle this palace aide - who was only doing his job - but nonetheless. If I were Gloria/Phineas/Saoirse and found out about this conversation, I would chuck him into a sewer and leave him there for a day.

“Think about what she had to go through in society after you refused to marry her”??

Listen here, you absurd little 7:3 hair ratio man.

The woman is a princess of the blood, significantly above his station as grand duke. The only reputation she’s gained is the misfortune to be besotted by this man who’s married, and perhaps an embarrassing way of showing it. The worst thing the nobles could have said was “well, that was very gauche of the princess, what an unfortunate choice, she has no taste in men, why does she keep trying” Clearly, she still can move about in polite society without censure coz she keeps fucking showing up to mess with Perry, make vaguely threatening remarks and just generally be creepy. Like, all of that has been on her. A princess of Castor, with such a powerful family, cannot possibly be taken down so easily in social circles.

His reputation, on the other hand, despite all the admiration from the average citizen, is way worse than hers, and always has been. He’s the one whose first wife moved out after two months, claiming he was the worst husband AND he’s a supposed war fiend, bloodthirsty and vicious. I get that gossip can be fatal but Dodolea is not about to be further humiliated by him walking out. He’s already built up a reputation for being cold and rude and giving people the cut direct so why should this be any different? 

Yes, yes, princess of Castor bla bla bla - but what’s your point??

But NO, he had to think of her despite himself, despite the emperor’s shitty behaviour and what she did to him. The LOOK on his face when the servant asked him not to sUbJeCt hEr To MoRe HuMiLiAtIoN (I still find this the most efficient orthographic way to convey sarcasm; my apologies if you find this offputting).

He sat there, subjecting himself to a panic attack and PTSD because he, at the heart of everything, actually seems to care about people. Even the reason he took the drugged drink from Dodolea’s servant in the past was because that man told him how much he admired the grand duke, and seemed to sincerely want his approval. So Theo took the drink to be polite. And suffered for it.

No wonder Daniel’s smoking by episode 66. I’d pick up a cigarillo/cigar too if I had to work under these conditions.

At least Episode 67 has Theo on... some kind of mend. And we get to see Phineas yell at him for being An Absolute Idiot. You can just about tell which panel involves him wondering why he went to all that trouble of going to med school (or its equivalent in this universe) when his own nephew insists on being Stupid.

(In case it’s not clear, I love Phineas with my whole heart and each time he looks like he wants to quit and become a humble radish farmer in the country, my love for him grows three times larger.)

I'll also have to be patient and wait to see what sort of hobby Theo apparently indulges in and is thoroughly embarrassed to be found out about (interior design/architecture wasn’t what I’d expected but y’know what, go off your grace). I don’t think I have it in me to download more random apps to earn free cookies for Naver. Then again, considering the medium lengths I’ve already gone to for this manhwa, who can say really?

Pictured: the relationship I have with this manhwa apparently

#MILAOWM #my in laws are obsessed with me #my in-laws are obsessed with me #spoilers #so many spoilers #so very many spoilers #Theo Lapileon #someone save this man #someone save Phineas also while they're at it #let him retire early #let Molton retire also #we need some HR intervention #this series is making me ramble as if I can earn free coins and cookies for it #MILAOWM episode reactions #MILAOWM spoilers

[mhevarujta]

A Curse For True Love thoughts

I have THOUGHTS.

So this book was fun but at the same time it left me wanting.

-EvaJacks were perfect. We got Evangeline's heart recognizing his even as she did not remember him. We got Jacks who supposedly doen't believe in happy endings 'staying away and 'just protecting her' and still being so hurt that she did not remember him. Their day at the Hollow was Jacks' Best Day Ever. Jacks snapped when Castor gets close to Evangeline and even when he doesn't, it's pretty clear that he is traumatized. The way Evangeline remembers is not what I expected, but it was absolutely perfect and has more emotional depth. The bad-timing of it all was predictable but still good and Jacks needing to destroy his heart to be free... this is the kind of -literally- heart-wrenching drama I want to devour. Her confession too is EVERYTHING.

-Evangeline: I loved that Evangeline's feelings for Apollo were no more than very superficial attraction but she 1)kept feeling that something was wrong and 2)kept being turned down by the way he was acting. The female character being this girly girl who cannot defend herself and gets some 'training' but only to slip out of situations enough to be saved rather than suddenly being this amazing warrior-queen was fulfilling because I find that trope tired. This girl was always determined, headstrong, reckless, but I think that many of us would like to have more of her hope.

-Jacks. For starters, Jacks was not in approximately 1/3 of this book, which was SOCKING to me. I mean, I LOVED what we got, but come on. Teasing us with the answer about the apples and not actually giving it fully? Almost no interactions with Lala and Castor? What we got with Evangeline and the details about his curse and his pain were A+. But I needed more. Evangeline DOES notice the broken-heart scat and Apollo does too. Why doesn't it play more of a role? She owed him one last kiss and we all expected that he'd 'claim it' but that's not how it worked. The tracking of Jacks through Evangeline's blood was also set up but then it was forgotten.

-I really liked how Apollo was handled. The moment it was mentioned that the tree would have to take the one he loves the most, I was certain it'd be himself. He had Gaston vibes and it was done well. That said, I also like how it's acknowledged that, while not everyone who gets cursed becomes a monster, at the end of thte day Jacks IS partly responsible of how Apollo turned out.

-The Valors were underdeveloped. The glimpses we got were interesting enough. But I really needed more of them and Lala. Frankly, I wanted this book to be longer, but Apollo's persepctive and the bonus-epilogue, Luc's absense, the Castor x Lala tease and the last sentense about more stories in the Magnificent North were spelling out the existence of another sequel trilogy.

-The magic was utterly whimsical and vivid.

-Garber's big flaw? There is no plot. There never was. Both in Caraval and in this one, her stories are junk. They are addictive, serotonin-inducing, but hardly well-crafted or with real substance. Still addictive though.

#a curse for true love #acftl #acftl spoilers #ouabh #evajacks

[unculturedmamoswine]

My fic for Forduary week 1: Childhood and school years!

This one is an HDM AU-- Ford's daemon settles and he's not that happy about it. Takes place in the same verse as this ficlet I posted a good while ago. (Short version of an HDM au: people's souls live outside their bodies in the shapes of animals. Kids' daemons can shapeshift but they settle into a permanent form during puberty.)

Ford settles first, not so long after his and Stanley’s Bar Mitzvah. He’s almost relieved. He kind of didn’t want Stan to be first, but he wouldn’t admit it to Stanley. It’s just that people expect Ford to be the more responsible one, and if his daemon’s settled, it’ll get people to take him more seriously. Stan wouldn’t understand that; his feelings would be hurt if he thought that Ford thought he was better than Stan. Not that he thinks that! Stan is the best. The best brother and friend and the bravest and toughest and most fun and lots of other stuff, besides. But he’s not very responsible, and Ford can’t even quite admit it to himself that he loves being seen as responsible when compared to Stan.

So Ford should be really glad that Elisheba’s settled. They’re the perfect age for it, right smack dab in the middle of the bell curve– they’re normal about something for once. It’s just that he can’t understand her form. They used to fantasize about what she’d become, like all kids probably do. Ellie loved to be an arctic tern– a bird that’s always migrating! And they can sleep while they’re flying! That would have been so cool! And she was a green iguana a lot, and even a Tasmanian tiger! Almost nobody had an extinct animal for a daemon– that would have been really impressive. And if it set them apart, made them even more different than their peers, who cared? Ford could take it. He’d had everyone making fun of him for his hands his whole life, he could stand it if people thought his daemon was too different or strange. But Ellie’s form, the thing she’s going to be forever, well. He’s just not sure about it.

Castor canadensis, North American beaver, isn’t really… him. Right? She isn’t anything particularly interesting or special. Nobody brilliant or noteworthy ever had a beaver for a daemon. No inventors or explorers or anything. In movies, do hard-boiled detectives or chiseled leading men have beavers for daemons? No, they don’t. The only beaver daemons in movies and on TV are laundresses or scolding mothers.

The only person Ford’s ever seen in real life with a beaver daemon is a mechanic. A Catholic mechanic with a beaver daemon and arthritis.

“I don’t really get it, Ellie,” says Elisabeth, Stan’s daemon. She’s on the floor of their room next to Elisheba, a red fox at the moment, sniffing at her. “Is being a beaver really that great?” She becomes a perfect copy of Elisheba and loudly smacks her tail against the living room floor. “Oh, that’s pretty fun!” They both laugh and slap the floor until they hear a distant shout from Dad.

“Okay, I guess the tail-slapping is alright,” Stan tells him skeptically, “but not that great. You could just drop one of your books on the floor and get the same effect.” Lisa pops into the air as a hornet and buzzes teasingly around Ford’s head.

“You’re just jealous,” he laughs as he bats Lisa away, wishing that he didn’t agree with Stanley.

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Ford kicks his feet against the hull of the Stan o’ War. He’s holding a schoolbook, but staring out at the ocean. He should be doing his homework while he waits for Stan to get out of detention, but instead he’s brooding. Elisheba sighs behind him, and Ford frowns. He doesn’t want to turn around and see her squat little form, her dopey face, her long orange teeth. It’s been two days since she settled, and he still doesn’t know how to feel about it.

“You’re just going to have to deal with it,” she says resentfully, breaking their hours-long silence.

“I don’t have to deal with anything. I’m fine. I’m happy! It’s good that we’ve settled,” Ford tells her, feeling his jaw settle into a mulish expression. He can hear her clawed forepaws dig into the planks of the deck. He rounds on her, ready to scold her for clawing up their dilapidated wreck, but he looks straight into her eyes and finds he can’t get a word out.

Elisheba stares back at him, burning with the resentment and disappointment that feels too big for Ford’s chest to hold. Of course she feels the same, how could she not? She’s him, the biggest, truest, most important part of himself. That's the problem.

“I just didn’t think that we’d… be like this.” He feels ashamed to say it to her, even if they both think it. It feels like some kind of betrayal.

“We are who we are!” Ellie slaps her tail on the deck for emphasis. “This form just feels right, what does it matter exactly what I am if we’re still ourself?”

“Hey, break it up!” Lisa flaps up over the side of the Stan o’ War in her largest avian form, a brown pelican. She alights heavily on the deck next to Ellie, reaching a wing out over her as if to shelter her from harsh sunlight. “Man, this is why you need me around, Sixer,” she says lightly. “You get yourself into trouble when you think too much.”

Stan struggles up onto the deck, flopping down with an oof. He sits up, taking in Ford, standing facing his daemon and Stan’s, fists clenched. Ford knows he must be bright red, and hopes Stan thinks it’s all anger.

Stan, who is sometimes so able to be cool under pressure, shrugs off his heavy backpack and his jacket, leaving them behind him in a heap on the deck. The wind flutters through his and Ford’s hair, and ruffles Elisabeth’s feathers.

“Hi, Stanley. How was detention?” Ford mumbles, hoping to change the subject before Stan can even start it.

“Fired six spitballs onto Miss Lackson’s dress without her noticing even once!” Stan says proudly. Lisa preens. “And I even got some homework done, so you don’t have to do it all,” he adds impressively.

Ellie laughs. “My hero,” she teases, and nudges Lisa so hard she has to open her wings so as not to fall over. Ford snickers.

“You should be grateful!” Stan insists, all overblown indignation. Ford knows it’s just to make him laugh, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t work. “Here I am slaving away, learning crap outta books that I’m never gonna use just so you don’t have to do my homework, and you’re here talking to yourself like a crazy kid!”

“I’m not crazy, you’re craz– hey!” Ford grabs for Elisheba as Lisa opens her beak wide, trying to fit Ford’s daemon into her cavernous mouth. Before Ford can grab Ellie, she hisses viciously, flashing her long orange teeth at her brother. With a whoop of delight, Lisa turns into one of her favorite forms, a caiman, and snaps her jaws right back at Ellie.

“Hah!” Stan flings himself at Ford, grabbing him in a headlock while he’s distracted by Lisa’s many sharp teeth trying to take a bite out of Elisheba’s new, permanent tail.

“Hey, I’m planning on keeping that tail, Lisa!” Elisheba yelps, naturally echoing Ford’s thought. “Ow! Stanley!” Stan’s knuckles dig into Ford’s scalp. Ford flails his hands blindly in the direction of Stan’s body, completely forgetting anything he might have learned in boxing.

“Say uncle, Poindexter!” Stan demands gleefully. Ford raises his foot to kick Stan in the shin– it’s a dirty move, which Stan should approve of–but Stan gasps and lets him go before Ford goes for it.

As he straightens up, Ford has a brief impression of Elisheba between Lisa’s shoulders, claws gripping crocodilian hide and incisors digging into her head, perilously close to Lisa’s eye. Lisa turns into a dingo and shakes Ellie off her back with a slight yelp. She bounds over to Stan.

“Wow, jeez, ease up, Fangs,” Lisa complains, as Stan cradles her head in his hands, inspecting it for damage.

“Eh, don’t be such a baby, Ellie ain’t gonna blind us,” he tells her. Still, he strokes her ears gently.

“Yeah, I had everything under control,” Ellie says, panting. “When have we ever blinded you before? The trend would suggest that we will continue not to gouge out any of your body parts.”

Ford, grinning, leans down to pick Ellie up. She’s heavy– must be almost forty pounds. They haven't weighed her yet, which they should. And they need to find out how fast she can run– can she even run? He doesn’t know, but he’ll find out.

“That was pretty good, Ellie!” Stan, satisfied that his soul will survive, reaches out and ruffles the fur on the back of Ellie’s neck.

“Stan!” Ford tugs her away from his reach, embarrassed. They’re getting too old to touch each other’s daemons like they did when they were small. That kind of thing is only for babies and really little kids, which they definitely aren’t. “You shouldn’t do that!”

Stan goes on like Ford hasn’t spoken. “You can fight pretty good in that form, but what else can I expect from a guy with metal teeth?”

“What?” Ford laughs.

“Yeah! Stan opens his own mouth and points inside as if that explains anything. “Beavers got iron in their teeth, that’s how come they’re orange! It’s like rust!”

“How do you know that?” Ford asks suspiciously. 

“I know stuff! I know everything! Specially everything about you,” Stan insists, as Lisa wags her tail charmingly.

“Come on!” Ford punches Stan in the shoulder, grinning at his brother. “You don’t just know that magically! Unless…” Ford scratches his chin, wincing as he scrapes a pimple with his nail.

“Don’t bring up aliens,” Lisa groans.

“It’s a known fact that the protective anti-alien-scanning machinery the government uses to protect national secrets interferes with human brainwaves!” Ford crosses his arms, eyeing Stan suspiciously. “Have you been having headaches? Dreaming about nuclear launch codes?”

Stan groans. “God, Ford, you’re the biggest nerd! I read it in a book, okay?” Stan slumps over to his backpack, Ford following curiously. He pulls two thick books from it, turning and offering them to Stanford. “Here. I figured, you know, you’re a huge geek, you’d wanna read up on Ellie’s form and stuff.”

Ford sets Ellie down, then kneels so she can look at the covers with him. Rodents of North America says one, and Beaver: America’s Engineer says the other.

It’s so strange to feel so many ways at once. It’s surprising, and not, that Stan would do this; Stan would do anything for him, and Ford knows that. But that Stan would do this, specifically, go to the library– the city library! Those are city library stickers on the spines, they aren’t even from the school! All just for him, because Stan is his brother and the only person in Ford’s corner. He grateful, really. It's a nice thing for Stan to do, but there’s a little part of him that’s annoyed that Stan could read him so well. Shouldn’t he get to have some feelings that are private? Oh well. Ford shoves that down, and tries to just be grateful.

Made nervous by Ford’s silence, Lisa says “We didn’t look that close at ‘em but there’s some cool stuff in there. About your fur and your teeth and all the stuff beavers can build. And you’re gonna be a real good swimmer! That’ll be handy if we’re ever lost at sea!” She wags her tail vigorously and nuzzles Ellie, who presses herself close in response.

“Yeah, yeah,” Stan nudges the daemons apart with his foot, as uncomfortable as Ford is with all the mushy stuff. “Look, point is… uh.” He scratches at the back of his head.

Ford jumps in to save them both from the awkwardness. “I get it, Stan, really.” He hugs the books to his chest. He’ll say it, partly because he means it, and partly because he should probably mean it more than he does.

“Thank you.”

#forduary #forduary 2024 #gravity falls #my post #my fic

[sleepysandy]

some thoughts on acftl

just finished an hour ago and i need to vent (spoiler heavy and pretty long)

stuff i liked

apollo pov

unpopular opinion but i do like the idea of an apollo pov. i think it makes sense since there are some plot points that can only be revealed through apollo. however i think the execution could be better.

at first i liked hearing about his messed up thought process and daddy issues but at some point it became repetitive. it all became about keeping evangeline captive and killing jacks which made it obvious he was just obsessed, not loved, with evangeline. i can't decide if i like it bcs it was a sorta parallel to jack and donatella but also made the reveal at the end kinda obvious.

i also expected some sibling angst?? like the brother plot was just brushed off when they were pretty close until they had a falling out then when the brother came back he poisoned him?? i cant remember but the brother tortured him too i think?? the whole anti valor arc group was never brought up again too like...

2. evajacks

they didnt have a lot of scenes together but those scenes were *chefs kiss* i also liked their development. evangeline is jaded from everything going on, she did learn to not be so trusting and really think for herself what she wants. i liked how she didnt lose a lot of her hope and optimism too.

i disagree with reviews saying that jacks wasnt good in this book since he was so different. i think that was a testament on how eva's death really affected him. i actually wasnt convinced that jacks had feelings for eva until she died in tbona so seeing how jacks so despondent and serious in acftl cemented his feelings in my mind. i feel like people would buy jacks' characterization if there were flashbacks to his past and more povs.

stuff i didnt like, its mainly about how many plot points from the previous books werent mentioned at all

i wish they used the previous characters more

kristof knightlinger was kinda hyped in the beginning, like where did he go?? i wished he and eva had at least one together that would plant doubt in eva that apollo was this perfect prince. (i kinda had a problem with the whole memories thing in general, more on that later)

i also thought that the old librarian would be important lol

i wished luc was in the book too :((( eva lost a quite a bit of her pre-north memories so luc wouldve been perfect to bring those memories back since eva did say that luc had been there for her when her dad died. also he couldve mentioned something about marisol since he wouldve been the only one in valorfell in tbona i think.

i wish lala's feelings for dane were explained more. like does she have commitment issues, does she not feel real love anymore since shes a fate, is there something going on with chaos/castor??? i wanna see more of her relationships with the other valors too but i do acknowledge that including all that is too much for a side character

chaos/castor and jacks angst!!!!! the eva and castor interactions were good but like jacks said he became a fate for castor (which is a good insight into jacks character) but i wanted to see how they interacted after castor killed eva. like your have a friend who you kinda cursed to be an immortal so you then become immortal then your friend then kills the love of your life like..... i need to see how that went down. but also your friend's crazy sister is obsessed with you??? to the point that she also curses you??? like give me friendship angst!!!!!! (speaking of, why did lala agree to be a fate too...) (also what happened to the real chaos fate??)

3. jacks past

to jump off the last point, like where were the flashbacks???? i think jacks being serious this book would make a lot more sense for more people if scenes of his friends dying in like one day and the first fox dying from the curse were shown in the book. show how much jacks blames himself with the deaths of his loved ones, thats why he was so desperate to keep eva alive.

4. jacks pov

kinda related but i feel like jacks pov was underutilized. his povs were super short and didnt reveal much about what he was doing away from eva. in contrast to apollos pov where it was shown how he was manipulating eva and the public about jacks but also his relationship wtih the valor family. wished we couldve seen how he uses the scar to know where eva is and he follows her around.

i woudve loved to see more pining from his end too

also i dont think it was ever explained how they have the telepathic link???? and why eva was immune to his powers??? was it love at first sight? it was mentioned how he watched her from the start but was it love??

5. evas family

what was evas dad's secret shop??? like are not supposed to find out?? the clothes shop was even featured in caraval but not here?? also did the mom know about the prophecy?? were the fox and key motifs on her clothes supposed to be a coincidence or bcs of how much she liked the story as a kid?? that would explain the foxes but not the keys...

i kinda wish that eva discovered something about her mom's life in the north. give her more connection to her family and maybe reveal more of her prophecy

6. memory stuff

getting majority of the memories all at once was meh for me. i wish that each side character revealed/triggered memories for eva. like luc could trigger memories about her life in valenda, kristoff for coming to north and becoming apollo's fiance then wife, lala for her curses and apollo hunting her, chaos for the stones and arc stuff so that evas letter to herself revealing her and jacks relationship could be a final piece of the puzzle.

i do like the fact that jacks kept the letter for himself and eva reading the letter didnt make her distrust jacks but bring her memories back.

7. breaking the curse

so did evas love break the curse?? i kinda thought it was leaning towards jacks love that could break the curse since it was mentioned in tbona that jacks doesnt know if he actually loved the fox but there was no big declaration of love from him.... im just confused, happy but confused

i did like the fact that the curse was 'wrong' that it was never about jacks true love but someone who could never love him. altho i have no idea how eva broke that curse and if that means donatella survived that bcs she would never love jacks

so when jacks admitted that he loved eva, did he turn human?? was that why the curse broke???

also the bells werent as important i guess?? i totally thought the bell stuff was gonna come back....

also what was all that about how eva was like the first fox??? i thought while reading that aurora misinterpreted the vision "he'll fall in live with a Fox" that jacks will fall in love a fox girl but in reality a capital f Fox but castor said in tbona that she was similar to the first fox and eva said that the little fox nickname was familiar.....

anyway thats it for now, after i reread my notes from the three books i might add to this. overall, i think the book was ok, but definitely not enough to be an finale especially for a 5 book arc for jacks. i think the book shouldve been a whole lot longer but i kinda feel like garber wanted the length to be similar to the previous books so the end felt pretty rushed. i kinda feel bad that i had more dislikes than likes when i rlly loved the first 2 books so this was so..... i think there were a lot of good ideas but the execution was not it i guess

VERY MUCH DISAPPOINTED THAT JACKS DID NOT SHOOT A SINGLE ARROW

i do get that this is a romance focused trilogy, not a fantasy so you could argue that plot points and lore shouldnt be looked into as much but the relationship and character development of evajacks could be better too... imo it's mostly jacks character that was lacking

also this did feel like a build up for an apollo book but garber said she wont write for this universe for a while so ??? kinda disappointed if there will be an apollo book bcs the amount of apollo chapters screwed jacks over but in the caraval series, the ending focused on the actual main characters at least and not so much on jacks.

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-RSA MC Information-

[Gacha Life 2 Ver. Below]

Name: Hei-Ran Sowol / Sowol Hei-Ran

(Japanese and Korean: ヘイラン・ソウォル / 소월혜란)

Quote: "One should know the creation of a masterpiece."

Romaji: Sou~oru heiran / Sowol Hyelan

V/A: Endou Aya (Japanese)

Laura Post (English)

Bae Jeong-mi (Korean)

Gender: Female

Age: 18

Birthday: November 1

Star Sign: Scorpio

Eye Color: Light Ocean

Hair Color: Faded Grey Blue

Height: 176 cm

Race: Human

Homeland: Crystalsle Village (The fifth country in the Island of Enchantment)

Family: Sowol Haneul (Father)

Sowol Iseul (Mother)

Sowol Baek-Hyeon (Grandfather)

Sowol Gyeong (Grandmother)-(Deceased)

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School Status and Fun Facts

Dorm: TBA (If There's RSA Canon Dorms in the game)

School Year: Third

Class: 3-A (Same Class with Venomia, Aine and Lucia)

Occupation: Student

Heiress to the Sowol Family (Currently in training)

Violinist and Pianist (Formerly)

Orchestra Conductor

Club: N/A

Best Subject: Literature, History, and Musical Arts

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous

Favorite Color: Shades of Blue, White, Grey, and Light Purple

Favorite Food: Seafood (Mostly at Various kinds), Kimchi, Korean Food (Mostly Spicy), Desserts (Only 10℅ Sweetness), Fried Meat (Mostly Thigh and Goat Meat), Peppermint Icecream (Mostly), Various Tea Flavors (Mostly),

Least Favorite Food: Candies (Mostly), Too much sweets (Mostly), Radish Stew, Frozen Sherbet, Stale Cookies (Mostly), Cakes (Especially with too much Frostings)

Likes: Flowing in her Career as a Conductor (Mostly), The Musical Artes (Mostly), Puting effort in her works (Mostly), Her Work going smoothly, Pure Peace and Quiet, Music, Reading through Novels, Sleeping at longer hours, Playing Instruments, Peppermint,

Dislikes: Anyone getting in her way (Mostly), Getting herself involved (Mostly), Her efforts going to waste (Mostly), Off-tune Music (Mostly), Her ex-fiance and his lover (Mostly), Her ex-lover (Mostly), Not getting any sleep, Losing her Patience, Someone who can't even do math, Herself getting messy,

Hobbies: Working on her Music Sheets and Records (Mostly), Preparing for the Concert (Mostly), Reading through Novel, Seeing through Observation, Playing Chess, Working (Mostly), Playing with Various Instruments (Mostly), Dancing through Various Genres (Mostly),

Talents: High Debate Skills, Castor Skills, Self-Defense, Weaponry (Various), Chinese and Korean Martial Artes (Mostly it's Legwork but still), Spell-casting Musical Notes, Mistress of Manipulation, Iron Grip, Words of an Alibi, Mind of Progression,

Nicknames: Hei-Ran or Ran (From her family and friends)

Hei-Ran-senpai or Sowol-senpai (From the freshmen students)

Ran-Ran (From Vendetta)

Hea (From Ismene and Xander)

Rani (From Rainier and Eliot)

Other Nicknames:

Maestra of '神性' (Divinity)

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Appearance and Personality

Appearance: Hei-Ran has a tall yet slender female body build, though her own body figure shows more of her femininity than a normal female body structure. She has a long faded grey blue colored-hair which it reaches to get foot ankle and ties it into a single braid which it reaches to the bottom of her foot heel, and she has light ocean colored eyes. Hei-Ran is a woman describe as an silent yet elegant young lady.

Personality: Born through the highest class wealth within the Island of Enchantment, Hei-Ran's childhood is mostly throughout on by many expectations, but she was never bothered by it, although as she grew up her skills with music evolved into a masterpiece of exclusive art work, which got her to settle in with her talent. Much likely her family and her were in normal common and terms but as she grew older and her talent grew, her parents mostly grew in rather of concern for their only daughter while the grandfather wondered what her life will be since she's been this way without further explanation.

As for Hei-Ran herself, she didn't do this just for family reputation or meeting expectations of the crowd viewing her as a way to improve her efforts, as her skills grew much better, and around of it all? Nothing else much matter to her bearings than her way of living thoroughly.

The current Hei-Ran we're seeing in the current timeline is now a posed yet silent young lady but dignifies with elegance and regal of a noble within the high-class society within her home country, but to her quiet aura makes it hard for many students to approach her, some few did try but regardless enough, Hei-Ran showed no interest of reaction and instead walked along though resulting to many to be slight intimidated by her presence. She isn't very social to many due to focusing on what's more important in her schedule on her plate, however she can be seen interacting with others but it only lasted for much. Hei-Ran is often seen with the other scouted rift students and seems to communicate with them than the students within the academy.

As an expertise with music throughout her childhood and current timeline, it is possible that she is considered to be one of the mysterious yet elegant third-year students to be scouted by the school, needless to say that they find it tough to handle her thanks to her family and her social status which anyone wouldn't want to go near her. But whenever she's with her friends, she seems to be normal like any other person would. Though she lacks the feelings though but it wasn't a serious kind of way though. Though Hei-Ran tends to get blunt sometimes rather in a effective way when it comes to facts. Let's just say that some are pretty much are getting effected through words that hits pretty much hard in the gut.

When silence becomes a weapon treatment, but the stronger it grows, the more you sealed your lips tight as a it remained locked. Hei-Ran finds dealing to those often oppose or go against her rather normal within her life, getting things going her way is not problem even if it meant through the works of violence. Please understand, she's not a stubborn women but will not hesitate to get things under back in control as before mentioned... Nothing else mattered in her life ever since the day she was born, no threats of death will even end her as long as her efforts continue to flow.

No one knows how of what she had become, regardless of countless reasons being stacked, Hei-Ran will always finds them false for they do not know the reason.

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Trivia

-The name 'Hei-Ran' means 'Grace and brightness'. While her surname 'Sowol' means 'the white moon, the bright moon, the true moon.'

-She's double on Cha Se-Eum, the main protagonist within the KDrama Series called: 'Maestra: The Strings of Truth', and Serena from a manhwa series called: 'I'm the Villainess, can I die?'

-Mostly the students avoids her but that didn't matter.

-Is often seen working on her career, whether at home or at the school. No one dared bother her.

-A expert at music since it was her talent ever since she was child, she then nurtured it further as she became an conductor of her own orchestra to perform various numbers of concerns despite her age.

-Was formerly a pianist and a violinist before becoming an conductor.

-Often arranged her music sheets whenever she practices.

-She and Xander morefully often assist Ismene whenever they are chatting. Especially when it comes to advanced planning.

-She and Vendetta are often close with each other before entering RSA, making them an unapproachable duo within the school.

-Elliot finds her inspiration fascinating and would listen to her work.

-Rainier also helps her assisting whenever she prepares her concerts.

-Knows the SIDC company and especially their connections and their employees.

-She's seems to be aware of RSA's past case regarding back to her home country, which she didn't seem to be bothered by the school's current situation.

-She and Westyn are often seen together but no one ever seen them on campus, morefully they talk in casualties and nothing else more.

-With her past background being complicated and not much from her childhood life is unknown, she has an ex-lover but broke up due to them not supporting her work and finds it unworthy which resulted to an very violent break-up between them. Then gained a fiance from her parents and grandfather through an arranged marriage but it went turmoil after learning that they had a lover which resulted the engagement to dissolve to dust five months after she became a conductor by witnessing the affair alongside with her grandfather and her maid. Despite what had happened, Hei-Ran showed no reaction or damage despite of how massive it hit on her.

-At first she had a decent relationship with her family, but after what had happened as she grew up later they then grew to be concern for her but they still support her career which it was enough for Hei-Ran to appreciate them.

-Her Mother and Deceased Grandmother were former solo pianist as the talent passed onto Hei-Ran.

-Her Grandmother passed on due to a unknown disease.

-Her voice sounds very mature and composed, but the tone rises whenever she settle her foot down to the problem arising. Which is why I chose Endou Aya as her Japanese VA, Laura Post as her English VA, and Bae Jeong-mi as her Korean VA.

-She seems to be a bit obsessed about her career which is why she sees the other situations mattered to her regardless of being involved. Though her friends and other fellow riftians seems to know the point of it without asking.

-Is seen reading through niveks whenever she's not working.

-Has a large pet Black and Blue Falcon named 'Niru', who is very loyal to his mistress.

-Is fluent in various languages, especially in ancient language within the rift.

-She tends to be tired sometimes, which is why she needed sleep.

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