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#god im still not over her death
freya-faust · 5 months
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super fucked up for them to make mipha's last words to link "Save her, Link. Save the princess. Save Princess Zelda," when she is arguably the princess he failed to save btw. if you even care.
#mipha#botw#she and zelda arent foils so much as they are vaguely distorted reflections of one another and one day i might make a post about that#and how if link had only squinted a bit and tilted his head slightly to the left he wouLD HAVE SEEN WHAT WAS PLAINLY IN FRONT OF HIM!!!!#in this same scene she says “I must go now” when link is being transported out of her divine beast when it's made pretty clear that no one#has any real control over when that will happen (neither link nor the champions) and it's him who's technically leaving. and it's just.#she never got the chance to say goodbye before she died and she HAS to have agency over being the one who decides when they part now...#even when it's a lie... sobbing... miiipha... i haven't gone to zora's domain yet because i know it will destroy me but im preparing myself#this post is of course minus the dlc where you're allowed to talk with the champions further. i think her final line there is still save th#princess though. if im remembering right. anyway while im on the topic of the dlc here's another observation about how nobody seems to#remember mipha for who she was only what she meant to them. in the DLCs you get access to the champions' diaries right. Mipha is the ONLY#one of them to explicitly tell link NOT to read hers. the others (barring revali who disowns his diary completely) encourage him to do so#and to show it to other people even. mipha is the only one who says DO NOT read it. guess where the diaries are kept.#all the other champions have theirs in their descendants/successors' private quarters away from prying eyes. mipha's is on PUBLIC DISPLAY#IN HER FATHER'S COURT. IT'S EVEN LAID OPEN. and it's just like. god NO ONE remembers her do they? not even how she was a private person and#now even her most secret thoughts and feelings are just being redistributed to the kingdom she gave her LIFE to serve and it's so.#when will it be enough. when will she have nothing left to offer because they've taken literally everything.#it's meant to be a joke and a gag and i love her line when she SHRIEKS at link to never read it but also !! !!!!! it's even worse when you#consider that story of her trident and how it was made for her when she was very young. like from the beginning her purpose has been to#serve and guard her people. and then after her death they try to get rid of it and her spirit LITERALLY speaks to them to tell them not to?#she's the only champion (to my knowledge at least) to have had ANY sort of ability to communicate with someone who wasnt link after their#death. and yeah that has CRAZY lore implications because what?? HOW did she do that??? she's so crazy strong and beaitiful and amazing wow#but also!! her spirit told them to put away their mourning and rejoice again like! she never stops taking care of them! she's dead and she'#s still guarding her home and her family!! and she APOLOGISES for making them worry and failing her duty!!!! wailing!!!! do u understand!!!#it's so insane. how can they expect me to be batshit over zelda when mipha is right there. and when zelda's voice acting is so bad. like so#so so bad. absolutely terrible. an utter trainwreck honestly.#freya plays botw#it's 12 am im going yo sleep
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glacierbash · 4 months
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thinking about that one post about "he's a girl to me" or whatever. and that has me thinking about heavensward so much. and also stormblood! kinda just ffxiv in general but I feel the later expansions have this issue less but ESPECIALLY like. estinien, aymeric, and zenos when compared to the actual women in the expansion. it feels to me like the women of the expansion are by and far overlooked by people for the sake of the men and that general "he's so girl to me" contributes to it. Like there ARE women right there you know. like there are very very very good women just a few feet to the left. you can talk about how girlie estinien is to you but like. ysayle is right there. you can talk about how babygirl zenos is but also. there's fordola. you know that right. like you can enjoy the women too. it's ok.
and ofc genuine actual transfem headcanons are SO fucking good. I love them so much. keep going. But like that post has said, when it's only men in the fandom being treated as "he's so girl" (AND NEVER WOMAN!!!! ALWAYS GIRL!!!!!) it gets really really fucking tiring.
i love estinien! I really like Zenos! I get it! And if they are your favorite characters and you want specifically content about them and to make content specifically about them that is FINE!! but also, holy shit is it exhausting when it's like 99% about them and not a single glimpse towards the women of the story. yeah ffxiv's writing has a huuuuuuge fucking issue with women. and also.
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beeapocalypse · 6 months
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getting actual scene ideas for the whole 'the girl still exists in termina as an expulsion of the god of fear + hungers hope+contentment ragnvaldr+friends had instilled in her and is now augusts weird kind of kid who snuck onto the train w him bc she wanted to see le'garde' idea. head in my hands
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murdaughter · 5 months
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@goodjobsport said: "look at us, back where we started."
a sad, crooked smile crosses emily's lips. "we don't have to go in if you don't want to." the pizzeria looms over them, holding a different meaning to her now than she ever could have imagined. it had once been an oasis, then a place of decrepit memories, of fear and family and wistfulness and guilt. but now this is the place that she died. the place where her father killed her. she's alive, sure, but she hadn't been, for a few moments. that counts, she thinks. horribly, it makes her feel better. makes her one of his victims in a way that feels more real. like dying is a rite of passage, like she owes it to the kids, the other victims. and she does. when emily looks inside herself, she knows she does. "i just don't want to bring abby there if..." a deep breath shudders out of her. "if the kids are gone. and if--" she chokes back a wounded sound. when she speaks again, her voice is impossibly small. "if he's there."
it's a fear she rarely acknowledges. with the kids, it's a little easier. the thought of losing them had been painful, but with the pizzeria so completely out of reach, she'd had no hope of seeing them. emily has elected to believe they've been able to move on, to rest. she hopes so dearly that that's true, that they haven't had to be without her, that they aren't in pain. but if her father is there... her only hope is that he went with the suit. that his unfinished business is died to that damned thing and not the place itself.
the police–– the real police–– had been involved while she was comatose. mike had been the one to explain most of it to her; how with the revelations she'd provided about afton's crimes, a more thorough investigation had been carried out. the place was mostly cleared out, but the building still stood and technically belonged to her now. it's been months since the trial, all of which is a blur. it almost feels like everything must have happened to someone else–– not her, not emily, but vanessa. like someone she was in a past life.
standing here, though, it's all too real. back where we started. he isn't kidding.
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maskyartist · 11 months
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"hey Masky how do you feel about the v9 finale?" well-
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GOIN ABOUT AS WELL AS IT CAN
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perenlop · 11 months
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have no real desire to replay star allies’s main story mode but i do wanna rewatch some cutscenes to refresh myself on the mage sisters dynamic and hyness bc ive been thinking about my “magolor was also raised by hyness alongside the mage sisters” hc/au
#estranged brother they dont talk about anymore bc he got out of the cult basically#i think the way he took in magolor was very different from the sisters. while he got the sisters when they were all desperate#and on the brink of death i think he took in magolor as a baby#while the sisters are not jambandran or halcandran. magolor is clearly a halcandran descendant and boy does hyness project that onto him#*projects his beef with the halcandrans onto mag#and this is why despite the ancients/halcandrans being more invested in technology#their descendant magolor is a mage who has religious connotations with his story#(ik the jambandran religion doesnt reflect christianity at all but still)#basically bc thats what he was actually raised with. nature vs nurture and all that#and i think thats like part of where his fucked up views on relationships come from too bc hyness was definitely hard on him#and hyness's relationship w the sisters was canonically very fucked up and forced and born through manipulation#and i think hyness actually would have thrown him out instead of mag leaving of his own accord#(bc mag was obsessed with his ancestors and wanted to be like them and that pissed hyness off)#i also think that like mag was treated harshly and when he left zan was the one to get the worst of hyness's abuse#bc the roles shifted and now shes the one being isolated and forced to depend only on his religion and devotion#(can u tell im not a fan of how hyness was canonically handled. im leaning into him being a literal cult leader in my head lol)#bc textually thats just what he is and im kinda miffed that the dlc just glosses over it w ''oh he was nice at some point tho''#why were ppl comparing magolor to lusamine when hyness is the one who actually has the same writing issues as her#anyways tho back to mag. yeah hyness shaped his worldviews and shit#oh my god wait i could also say that part of magolor's robe is based off of hyness's look#and how magolor basically puts his face on everything#and you can take two things from that. one is that hyness perhaps forced it onto him to the point where mag keeps that part of the robe#even after hes been kicked out. and him losing that part of it in his dream robe design is him finally moving on from him#and the alternative is that magolor added that to his robe out of spite bc iirc hyness does not like his face#and magolor was like ''well ok fuck you dad''#which makes him putting his face on everything even funnier hes like advertising his dads face kinda#echoed voice
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Losing a family member or a partner is already literally one of the worst parts of life we have to go through but being the person(s) that have to also handle all of the legal, formal, and financial parts of it makes it so much fucking worse like rubbing salt in a wound.
Like here I know you're devastated and grieving but also you need to fill out assloads of paperwork and get things set up immediately and figure out how to pay at the very cheapest $1k for a cremation without even being able to give the person you loved a proper funeral because it costs thousands of dollars more, and having to call Medicare and all the other govt. places to report her death and so fucking much that has to be handled.
Honestly everyone needs to find a way to teach themself at least the basics of everything that has to be handled after death because your family or partner could be perfectly fine one day and then all of a sudden an accident happens like a fall or wreck and it could all fall on you to handle every single thing.
And not a single part of the process is easy which only makes what is already one of the hardest things to go through in life exponentially worse.
And, death is so extremely expensive. Literally the cheapest possible cremation we can find is $995 and that's no funeral or anything just straight to ashes in a box.
You don't want to be struck with such a tragedy and have zero knowledge of what will become your responsibility to handle and pay for.
I know it's awful to even think about your loved ones dying but not knowing what to do when it happens, because death is the one thing that happens to us all and it can happen at literally any time, will only make everything worse and harder for you.
If you know you will be responsible for handling someone's affairs after death, take the time to actually sit down and discuss how they would want you to handle it and seriously consider looking into some kind of life insurance, even if it's not for much, because creation and funeral services require payment upfront and this isn't something that can be put off until you can afford it. Wether or not they had a life insurance policy could be the thing that could completely fuck you financially especially if you were already struggling.
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unamused-kookaburra · 7 months
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I can't remember the last time I spent a whole day glued to the tv watching a show all the way through but opla is that bitch.
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apathyfairy · 9 months
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#tonight or tomorrow morning actually is the 4 year anniversary of my dog dying and like surprise surprise lol im still not over it like.#i honest to god dont think i ever will. i honestly dont know how people move on and get other pets and just. keep on living like i#understand it like for some people it's part of the healing process but i just could never do it. like i just cant even fathom#i dont know that's not the point. the point is im having such a hard time because everytime i do anything tonight i keep thinking#4 years ago i still had my dog or 4 years ago in 5 hours i didnt know id be going to the vet at 1am and going home without my dog at 5am#and i just keep reliving it no matter how hard i try to not. and on one hand i want it hurt like i want to remember it just to punish myself#i just i just cant move on like it's just. i went 24 years of my life without ever experiencing death and then 4 years ago today my dog dies#in the most tragic possible way ever and then 11 months later my other dog who i had for 17 years since i was 8 dies and yeah still#not over that one either because i never let myself process that or truly grieve her because i had to shut that up real tight#or i would have lost it for real. and i have the most fucked up miserable tragic dreams about her so many nights a week#because she was old and had been u know. like old dogs do they just decline and that was impossibly hard to watch but at least i kind of#knew it was coming u know but like with my other dog. there was just absolutely no warning it was so sudden and it just ripped me apart and#i honest to god will never be okay again and then 6 months after all that i find out my ex died and only because after 6 years i finally#Finally decide to have the guts to talk to him again and apologize and explain and try to be friends and then nope he's dead#then in between all those deaths a super close family friend died and my grandpa my dad's dad died and like it's just#i had never even experienced death before and then all of a sudden i was engulfed in it and i just dont know how to come back from it.#but tonight is just. painful. like i havent even said his name out loud since it happened. i cant talk about him at all just writing this i#want to cry like  it just fucking hurts forever. and it should i guess.#and i feel so stupid because so many times i wonder if my cat even remembers them and i wonder if she misses them too and idk#that makes me feel stupid and emotional and im just a wreck but i should be.
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kirtlandswarbler · 9 months
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WILD that Billie just gets to keep the Twin-Blade Knife. They're being vague about the fate of the Outsider here but imagine if he's still human. Do you not think he feels a bit weird seeing her still go around killing people with this thing, even in its final Void form
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donghun-s · 1 year
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so how do i tell my sister that since the last time she saw me i've become chronically ill and have had to change how i live my day to day life and i am no longer functionally the same sister she has known her entire life and that will impact how i can participate in the weeklong trip we have planned in seven days. any tips.
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yamikawas · 2 years
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thinking abt my gf doing cute things like being obsessed with me and stalking me and kidnapping me and killing anyone who gets too close to me etc The usual<3
#wish she would just invite me over to her house and i find a room with a whole shrine for me with photos of me and stolen items and all#and she notices me looking and panics thinking that im gonna be freaked out but im just like UR SO OBSESSED WITH ME OMG IM SO HAPPYYY<3<3<3#maybe she would want to keep me locked up in her room until shes absolutely sure that im happy with it<3<3<3ehehe<3<3<3#hell even when she Is sure shes like ''well if u love my obsession with u so much then theres just no reason to let u go now is there<3''#so she just holds me captive and obsesses over me for the rest of eternity and starts adding my missing posters to her shrine<3<3<3#but also yknow if shes stalking me constantly and knows everything abt me she would know abt my yanblog and know im just as deranged as her#.............but she can still kidnap me just bc she wants to and knows i want her to<3<3<3#god i hope she knows i how badly i want her to<3<3<3#id absolutely stab someone to death if it meant she would never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER LET ME GO#and if she does ever let me go im stabbing people to death until im back at her side where i belong#and if she ever wants to go out like on a date with me or something she should keep me handcuffed to her and it should be late at night so#no one sees us and if anyone Does see us we kill them and we break in to cafes and stuff for an insane lil cafe date<3#god i am just.thinking So Much#shes just Everything to me i want to stay with her forever and ever and ever and itd make me so happy if she wanted me to stay with her#forever too to the point that she wants to hold me captive bc she just loves me so much#like just the idea of her wanting to be with me at all times So Badly to the point that she wants to straight up kidnap me and never let me#out of her sight again<3<3<3aaaaaaaaaaaa id never want to escape from herrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr<3<3<3#idk how to even explain it i just.Need to be Loved and Wanted and Needed an Insane Amout#by Her in Specific<3#i just love her and want her and need her an insane amount and i need her to love me in just the same way<3#yoomie darling if ur reading this i love you i love you i love you i love you i LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I L O V E Y O U#please love me<3#tobi.txt#<-really normal sorry ipromise
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... bruh
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hecksupremechips · 6 months
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Oh god. It’s october 4th 😰
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chemicaljacketslut · 2 years
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a while ago i discovered that my sister and i use social media very differently. as per usual, i was attempting to peer pressure her into deleting tiktok. she agreed with me that tiktok is bad, but she didn’t want to delete it and brought up the point she usually does that she has friends on there. i suggested not for the first time that she do what i did, going inactive on all social media except tumblr. this was where our communication barrier started.
my sister said it would be too overwhelming to download another social media app. i suggested she talk to her tiktok friends on discord instead, something that had come up earlier in the conversation, leaving her free to replace tiktok with tumblr. this confused her; i think maybe she was reluctant to mix people with different platforms/friend groups. yk i get it, i’m nd too. she then added that downloading a new app would mean making new friends, which would be too many for her comfort level. which confused me, because i talk to one single person on here maybe once every few weeks and that is it. i engage in fandom and interact people through tags or reblogs fairly often, but i have little to no platonic obligations. so i told her to simply not make more friends, obviously, you don’t have to dm people. my sister, though, just became even more confused and said that making friends was the whole point, she can’t not make friends on social media.
and that was when i made the realization that she— and probably most people, if the name social media is accurate— uses social media for friendship and social connection, whereas i use social media to build a bizarre little museum of a home, mostly if not entirely for my own pleasure. which is probably part of why i love tumblr so much, because it is perfect for that.
#i understand her perspective however. please god PLEASE get off of tiktok PLEASE#im in an essay writing mood after finishing my metamorphosis one maybe i’ll write her an essay on why tiktok is bad#ohh ​she would hateeeeee that. would instantly be on the defensive thinking i was attacking her lol#she hates being proven wrong by me probably because im stubborn about it and will go to absurd lengths to win an argument#it’s like my sweet summer child please i am not attacking you im just saying please watch something other than childrens media sometimes#it’s hard bc she just worries me. i feel like she’s being a little bit developmentally stunted#but i can’t try and tell her that without shitting all over everything she enjoys#which is why im SO ecstatic that she’s started to like breaking bad after i made her start watching it lol#bc it has such excellent writing & im hoping it’ll help her learn to think more about her media#instead of everything being boiled down to ‘an evenly character did a bad thing#but the power of friendship conquers all & everything is resolved by the end of the episode’#there’s a lot of amazing childrens media that deals with more complex topics. but it’s still childrens media#like yeah it’s cool that they made an episode about death or morally ambiguous characters#but it’s made for children to understand. it’s just an introduction#i’ve been rambling too long i’ve just been concerned abt my sister and feeling like im being too pretentious#ghost rants
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jnkgrnde · 2 months
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— no time to die, clarisse la rue, pjo
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summary — in which, in place of silena, it’s you who dies from the drakon.
pairings — clarisse la rue x black!fem!reader (daughter of poseidon)
content includes — mc death dont jump me 🙁, clarisse pushing percy, also percy crying, angst sawry again, clarisse + sadness don’t jump me, gets a lil graphic
authors note — got inspired while i was editing ep 8 im sorry 🙏🏾
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it was during the battle of manhattan when it happened.
you and clarisse got into an argument over her refusing to help the camp, all because her pride overshadowed her morals, her humanity.
the conflict escalated, eventually ending in her telling you she didn’t care if you stood with her or against her, you could go and die in the war and she wouldn’t care.
a harsh, burning slap and the slamming of the cabins doors came soon after that.
it was the next morning. all of camp, except for the ares cabin, were getting final things situated. you and percy were inside the poseidon cabin, saying goodbye to your second home for what could be the last time.
percy could see the anxiety and stress on your face. you knew clarisse didn’t mean what she said, but she still hasn’t apologized. “we’ll make it.” percy told you. if there was one person who could read you other than clarisse, it was percy.
you looked up at him. tears were welling up. you knew you were one of the last people who needed to be weak, especially in a time like this; you and percy were the main ones leading the camp into this.
“i’m scared, percy.” you told him. “what if i don’t make it back to her—“ “you will. we will make it back, or i’ll haunt the gods for as long as they live. so, forever.” you laughed at him. you loved him, fully biological or not.
the conch blew, signaling that it was time to go. you looked at each other with knowing; today could be your last day, whether you liked it or not.
“come on.” you grabbed all that you needed before heading out and shutting the doors to the old cabin. outside, there stood waiting the entire camp. it was silent, a deathly wave of uneasiness washed over the crowd.
you surveyed the crowd. annabeth, silena, and more. people you’ve spent a majority of your life with so far. you shouted out a word of command, and soon the footsteps of soon to be soldiers echoed through the camp and into the fields, soon off to manhattan. clarisse and the ares cabin were in the back, standing their ground.
you pressed your lips together firmly. you let your eyes show it — you still loved her no matter what, and she knew that.
clarisse let you walk into your own death, cemented in stone by her herself.
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the air electrified when the drakon was unleashed.
dust was kicked up in the air. bodies of sleeping civilians were slowly clearing out from the campers getting them to safety. the hotel where everyone was residing was getting full to burst, injured campers everywhere.
you were tending a younger child of hermes wounds when you heard the roar of the creature. a sickening silence fell over the room. “oh, gods.” you whispered.
it had to be you.
there was barely anyone left; half of the campers were injured. the other half were off fighting kronos’ soldiers.
it just had to be you.
you looked at the hermes child you were tending to. you wrapped them up as quickly as you could before ascending up the stairs. you saw percy squatting next to annabeth. “y/n?” annabeth whispered out.
“what’s wrong?” percy turned around when he heard her say your name. “percy,” you rushed forward to grip his shoulders. “i’m so, so proud of you. everyone’s proud of you.” the drakon’s wings flapped loudly.
“what are you talking about?” he furrowed his eyebrows. he was so confused, not realizing what was happening. your panicked eyes looked frantically at the sky. “i love you. more than you know. always remember that, okay? you’re going to lead us to victory, and i’ll be right there beside you.”
percy’s gears started turning. “no. no, what are you doing?” he shot up, his face morphing into pain and desperation. “percy i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.” you unsheathed your sword. “y/n, we promised!” you ran to the dood you came through, not being able to deal with the pain of looking at your brother for one last time.
“we promised you’d make it back to her!”
you could your heart squeezing. squeezing so hard that it broke into a million pieces.
“she’ll.. we’ll be okay.”
you said anything, just to not have to face reality of how clarisse would feel.
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clarisse felt like something was off. maybe it was the look in your eye before you left, or maybe it was the way the clouds were starting to form, indicating a storm was coming. her heartbeat pumped a little faster when the sun wasn’t shining and thunder started to clap.
she didn’t feel good.
“we’re leaving, let’s go.” she threw a bag at michael yew. “what?” “you heard me.” he was confused. clarisse was usually never one to back down from a standoff. “why?” clarisse sighed out frustratingly. “i just have a feeling. round up the chariot and everyone else. be at the front of the camp in five minutes.”
michael wanted to be defiant but there was a look in clarisse’s eye, telling him all he needed to know.
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“dad, if you’re going to be a good father to me one last time, let it be this time.” you whispered out. you felt a tug in your stomach, and a fire hydrant beside you exploded. you forced the water to lift you into the air and follow the drakon.
the golden creature wasn’t hard to spot, although it was much bigger than you imagined. the sound of thunder boomed above you. “that’s probably not good.” the drakon started to head towards the main group of fighters who were attacking kronos’ army. you yelled at a curse before speeding towards it. you came below it, cutting it off.
you slashed your sword against it’s neck. the creature roared in anger, and soon fluids fell onto your face. you groaned in disgust but the drakon just roared at you.
“man, i heard you.” you willed the water to bring you on top of the drakon. the drakon roared as you gripped it’s horns. “come on!” and you reared the drakon back. the drakon turned and flapped around, kicking up dust.
its greenish-yellowish eyes glowed throughout the sky. you kicked around it’s body, trying to find a soft spot before finally finding one around its ribs. “there you go.” you stabbed your sword into its ribcage, and fluid fell onto your leg. you wailed in pain at the burning sensation. the drakon bellowed in anger and pain at the stab.
the acid was quickly burning it’s way down to the bone of your leg, and you knew you had to move fast. the drakon start moving faster, and you started to lose your balance. you spotted the roof of a building, and gripped the horns as hard as you could to steer it towards the rooftop.
you landed and tumbled off of the back of the drakon. “oh my gods.” you cursed out, finally feeling the acid burn. muscle was starting to show, soon to be bone. the drakon hissed out, hot air reaching you. you were quick to try and stand up, struggling with your leg.
you used your sword as crutch, before lifting it and tightening your grip. you stared the drakon down, accepting what was about to happen. you started walking towards the drakon, picking up speed.
you let out a war cry, knowing it would be your last.
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the ares cabin rode into the city on the chariot with clarisse leading. she knew something was off when it slowly started to rain.
“where is she?” she scanned to find you below, not thinking to look further. “oh, gods. clarisse!” one of her siblings called. clarisse looked up, and her heart dropped. there stood you, facing off against the drakon.
“no, no, no!” she steered the chariot towards you. she watched as the drakon slashed it’s claws deep into your stomach. blood was starting to dribble out of your mouth, but you didn’t dare stop. you couldn’t.
the fate of the world depended on it.
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you were tired. so, so tired.
you were losing your life force. your face paled, your blood seeped out of you in multiple places, but you refused to give up. you refused to let percy, clarisse and the others live in a world that was dominated by kronos, so you pushed.
it was almost over. the drakon was almost done with you, yet you kept fighting.
‘please..’
suddenly, you felt your body vibrate. there was a pull in your stomach, and everything fell quiet. the fighting below you stopped.
you panted, looking at the drakon. “i’m not letting you go until i win.” hydrants exploded, and ocean water met you on top of the building. “so if i have to die to save them, you’re going with me.”
water circled around you, and you ran forward, launching yourself onto the drakon. a familiar voice yelled out, but before you could realize who it was, you stabbed the drakon in the neck. you willed the water to bring you to the hudson river, and you hung on as tight as possible.
you guided the water back into the ocean, and soon, you were submerged in the dirty hudson river.
there was silence for a moment, before you were launched out of the river. the drakon was killed and submerged, the water spirits making sure of it.
the water guided you onto the streets of manhattan, close to the hotel. you were in pain, and you knew the ocean couldn’t help you this time. campers sped out of the hotel, and percy pushed through them. he ran towards you, cradling your head.
“no, please— why aren’t you healing?!” before he could get an answer, clarisse reached the street. she jumped out of the chariot before it could fully land and sprinted towards you. “y/n!” she moved percy out of the way before taking you.
“‘m sorry.” you didn’t know who you were apologizing to at that point. clarisse, percy, both of them, the camp? it was all a blur. “don’t be sorry, sweet girl, please.”
“percy..” you whispered out. “is she okay? is annabeth okay?” you asked. annabeth was like the little sister you never had. she was one of the people you loved most, and it pained you even more to leave her too. “she is, she’s healing. if you can just- just pull through, just live, you can see her— we can see her.”
tears welled up. you looked back at clarisse. tears were streaming down her cheeks, her lips trembling. “i shouldn’t have said all those things to you, y/n, i’m so sorry.” she sobbed. “this is my fault-“
you brought a hand up to her face to wipe her tears. “clar, it’s okay. it’s over.” your breathing started to get wheezy. “it was my time anyways. it’s okay.” you repeatedly told her. “i love you. always will.” you told her. your breathing evened out, eventually coming to a stop. “no, gods, please!” she usually never prays to the gods, but just this once she wished your father would be useful and bring you back, but nothing.
soon, a glow surrounded your body. it was like they were holograms, the sea creatures. there were fish, stingrays, sharks. they formed a circle, eventually rotating up towards the sky.
the ocean had come to say goodbye.
everyone watched as the creatures left, and the glow around you soon dissipated. it was silent, before it started raining, announcing the death of a child of poseidon.
rain fell on clarisse as she watched you. the rain fell onto your face, blending in with your tears that slid down your cheeks right before, clearing the path of dust on them.
she held you tighter as she let out a loud, blood curdling scream. a scream of anguish, a shout of pain, as she realized that you were truly gone.
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