#he ressurected or something

[asolareclipses]

“Isn’t she a beaut?”

“A what?”

“Gods Nico, you never know what i’m talking about.” Leo sighed, turning his attention away from the chariot he was just boasting about.

“Maybe because you never make any sense,” Nico rolled his eyes anticipating the next comment about to leave Leo’s mouth.

“Or…you’re just an old abuelo,” Leo failed to hold back his smirk.

Nico glared at him, he didn’t speak spanish but he’d heard that word enough to know what it meant. “Call me that one more time fire boy and you’ll wish you died the first time.”

“Holy smokes! Someone’s feisty today,” Leo raised his hands signifying a truce. “Anyways, moving back to the important things, just look at this masterpiece!” Leo gestured back to his creation.

As Nico’s eyes move to scan over the chariot, he had to try not to be visibly impressed. It was incredible. Each wheel had hundreds of gears all lined with celestial bronze and steel. The sides and rims danced with various contraptions, every piece was delicately crafted with the upmost detail. It looked as if it was built to withstand whatever may come in its way.

“You built this in a week?” Nico asked, hoping his awe wasn’t evident in his tone.

“Yeah,” Leo shrugged. “Perfect for the race don’t you think?”

Yeah? Nico almost sang his inner praises to Leo at that moment. But he knew if he were to boast Leo’s ego like that, he wouldn’t see the end of it for days.

“It’s not bad..” Nico spoke carefully.

Leo smirked, “Finally glad you decided to be on my team?”

“I didn’t decide anything,” Nico said. “You begged me for weeks and weeks on end until I said yes, just so you would leave me alone.”

“Hm, funny. I don’t remember that happening.”

“Leo-“

“Anyways- You said you had the horses taken care of?” Leo masterfully changed the subject.

Nico nodded with a sigh.

Leo stared at him, before looking around as if he were expecting something. “Well…where are they?”

“Right, you might want to step back.” Nico suggested.

“Step back why would I-“ Leo was cut off by the ground beginning to rumble, kicking up dust and small rocks. “Right that’s why,” he hurriedly stepped backwards.

The grass shivered and after a moment of rumbling, a bone popped out from the ground. It was then followed by another and another. Soon several bones came together forming two skeletal horses. They moved similar to regular horses, if regular horses had no skin or organs.

Nico stepped back, admiring his work. In the back of his mind he imagined the future lecture he’d receive from Will. ‘What did I say about unnecessary power usage?’ Still, looking at the horses, Nico figured it was worth it.

“Woah,” Leo smiled. “That’s so much cooler than a regular horse, or even a robot one.”

“More durable too, any attack and they’ll just reassemble.”

“Dude!” Leo was now practically jumping up and down, “we are so going to win this!”

Part of Nico wanted to join Leo in the excited jumping. But the other part of him thought that would be out of character; what this ‘character’ of himself was though, he didn’t know. Nico had struggled with displaying his excitement, every time he felt that burst of joy. That buzz of happiness. It reminded him of when he was younger, first arriving at camp with that same feeling. He wondered where that little boy had gone.

A horn blew, drawing Nico out of thoughts.

“That’s Chiron,” Leo said. “Time to head to the starting line.” A devilish grin appeared on his face that made Nico a little nervous. Clearly Leo’s chariot was armed with machinery that would even make the Stoll brothers jealous.

As they stood in the chariot at the starting line, Nico rethought all his life decisions. Why had he agreed to do this race again? At the time it seemed like the only way to get Leo to leave him alone, since he had been profusely begging Nico to team up with him every day. Now Nico couldn’t decide which one was worse, and annoying Leo or a brutal chariot race. Suddenly a cold chill ran down Nicos spine, he couldn’t place it but something was wrong.

Before he could dig deeper into this feeling, Chiron blew his horn again, signaling the beginning of the race. The chariot promptly took off, immediately blasting ahead with the upmost speed. Nico had to grip the railing just to not go flying off, struggling as the winds made it hard to keep his eyes open.

The Athena chariot tried to launch a net from behind them in an attempt to catch the chariot, but it wasn’t fast enough. Instead, the net came flying back at their chariot getting caught in the wheels and sending the campers into a panic. At the same time the Stoll brothers were shooting some contraption they’d made at the Ares cabin. When resulted in both chariots veering off track and into the woods.

As they continued to speed up, Nico watched as all the other chariots got farther and farther away. He’d began to think this was going to be a lot easier than he’d initially thought.

“Works just like a dream!” Leo yelled over the winds.

Nico nodded, pointing to the floating finish line, Chiron had decided the chariots needed to not just be fast but be able to account for height too. Of course for Leo that had been an easy task. For the others, well they had to hope their pegasuses were strong

Sooner than expected they were nearing the finish line, and Nico waited for something to go wrong. He was sure the others would catch up and give them a hard time, but when he looked back the other chariots were still lagging behind.

Then a hint of smoke began to fill the air, slowly becoming stronger. Nico looked around, the chariot was shaking now. A deep rumbling that shook his whole body. More smoke started pouring out from the golden edges, polluting Nico’s lungs.

Leo looked shocked, rushing around as he tried to find the culprit of the smoke. “I don’t get what’s wrong?”

A fire sprung up and danced along the rims of the chariot, Nico stepped away, coughing as his lungs begged for clean air. He looked at Leo with panic in his eyes at the same time Leo seemed to realize that Nico wasn’t immune to smoke.

“Oh gods what do we do?” Leo called out.

Turns out Nico didn’t need to answer that question because in a blast of light the chariot exploded, sending them both flying.

The world went black.

—

Why did every creation of his blow up? That’s what Leo wondered as he plummeted from the sky. He figured he would turn into a Leo pancake when he hit the ground, splat.

The idea would’ve made him laugh if he weren’t currently falling to his death. Leo could still see the flaming chariot above him, another masterpiece blown to pieces. Maybe that would be his legacy, the demigod who destroyed everything he made.

The wind was fast as he fell, blowing through his hair and stinging his eyes. It was eerily familiar, probably because it wasn’t the first time he’d fallen from the sky. As he fell further, Leo tightly shut his eyes, expecting to hit the ground any second. But instead he felt something hit him. Well, less like hit and more like grab. When he opened his eyes, he almost jumped out of his skin.

Jason had caught him, he was now face to face with him. Startlingly close. All Leo could see were his striking icy blue eyes. He felt Jason’s arms tightly secured around his waist, and he felt the breath of relief Jason sighed when he realized Leo was safely in one piece.

Why Leo obsessed over each of these small incriminate details, he would never say.

“Thanks superman,” Leo grinned nervously. He hoped the blush across his face wasn’t as noticeable as it felt.

Jason glared at him as they began to descend to the ground. “Next time i’ll let you fall.”

Leo was about to make another comment when his heart dropped, “Nico.”

Jason’s eyes widened as he looked up at the chariot. They seemed to flicker across the sky, as he tried to locate the other chariot rider. “Oh gods.”

Splash.

Just in time Leo turned to see Nico plunge into the lake, Jason had been too far to reach him seeing as they’d somehow been blasted in two different directions.

Leo’s shirt was still smoking from the explosion and his bones felt like jelly, but it didn’t stop him from rushing to the lake as soon as they touched the ground.

Will had gotten there first, he’d always managed to get there first. He began dragging Nico from the water, a crowd of panicked demigods forming around them.

As soon as Nico was pulled to shore Leo stumbled his way over, pushing through the crowd. “Is he okay? Is he breathing? Oh gods this is all my fault.” He stuttered and tripped over his words as the guilt built up inside his stomach like rocks. He shouldn’t have made Nico join this stupid race, he should’ve known it would go wrong. Everything he did always went wrong.

“Leo, don’t say that.” Jason stepped forward putting a hand on Leo’s shoulder.

Leo wanted to believe him but the guilt was overpowering it consumed his mind.

He silently watched as Will hummed placing his hand on Nico’s chest. Leo didn’t know what he’d do if Nico didn’t wake up, but luckily he did. Shooting up, coughing and spluttering, Leo recognized the look of relief that flashed across Wills face.

Jason’s hand gripped Leo’s shoulder tighter as he remembered to breathe. Suddenly his adrenaline rush crashed and so did he. His knees went weak and he would’ve fallen if Jason hadn’t caught him, again.

“You okay?” Jason asked softly. A warm tone that felt delicate and strange, yet it reassured Leo every time he heard it.

Leo nodded, looking back at Nico who was smothered in a hug from Will. He seemed to be repeatedly telling Will he was okay, despite him being dripping wet with several burnt holes in his shirt.

Nicos seemed to search the crowd until he locked eyes with Leo, he figured Nico would be incredibly pissed off at him. But he wasn’t, his eyes flashed a look of concern before he mouthed you okay?

Leo nodded as convincingly as he could, overly aware of Jason’s warm presence behind him, being the only thing holding him up.

The crowd was dispersing as Will managed to pull Nico to his feet, draping his arm across his shoulders. “Both of you,” he looked towards Leo, “infirmary. Now.”

On the way, Jason did most of the walking, as Leo’s new jelly legs hadn’t regained their sense of feeling yet. His whole body was aching by the time they’d reached the infirmary. Turns out, being exploded hurts. Shouldn’t have been surprising as he’d been exploded before.

As Leo sat on the infirmary bed his mind was spinning. He thought through every piece of bronze, every gear, wondering what had gone wrong. He had double, scratch that, triple checked to make sure everything was in tip top shape. Yet something still went wrong, seemingly out of nowhere. He replayed when the fire broke out, despite his frantic waving and patting down of the fire it didn’t extinguish. The realization hit him like a semi truck.

“Greek fire,” he said out of nowhere while Jason and Will rushed around; checking that he and Nico weren’t severely injured.

“What?” Jason said, his hand freezing in place as he picked up a bandage.

Nico inhaled sharply, looking at Leo as if he immediately understood. After hanging out for so long Nico had learned how to understand whatever thought process Leo was on, “That’s what it was, that’s why it kept burning. Why was it in the chariot?”

“I don’t know,” Leo sighed. He racked his brain for any contraptions that would lead to the emergence of greek fire. But he was sure that it wasn’t built into his chariot at all. “I never used greek fire, I don’t get how it would just erupt like that…unless…”

Jason’s eyes widened, “Do you think someone put it there on purpose?”

Leo met his eyes, he knew an accusation like this was dangerous. It meant that someone intentionally sabotaged their chariot, in a way that could only be intended to kill.

“But why would someone try to hurt you with fire?” Jason asked.

Leo felt his heartbeat stick in his throat, “Maybe I wasn’t the one they were intending to harm.”

He looked over at Nico whose face was now unreadable.

“You’re saying someone tried to kill Nico?” Will asked, his tone laced with anger.

“That or they meant to injure him severely, I guess they didn’t account for the explosion preventions I had in place.” Leo replied.

“Explosion preventions?” Jason asked, his eyebrow tilting up in the way it always did when he was confused.

“Yeah, I figured with my track record i’d add an extra layer of protection. Something that would lessen the impact of a possible explosion. That’s why we went flying away and not…well everywhere.”

“First of all, that’s impressive.” Jason spoke, “Secondly, who would intentionally try to hurt Nico?”

No one answered. None of them could fathom the idea that someone in camp would deliberately do something like this. Leo grasped at straws to find meaning, to find an excuse as to why this happened. But there was nothing. He knew Nico had never done any harm to cause this, he’d been nothing but a hero. He thought that everyone knew that, that everyone should know that. So why did this happen?

“We should talk to Chiron,” Jason said, breaking the heavy silence that filled the room.

—

Will was fuming. Almost literally. He was sure if he’d been Leo his whole body would be aflame. The idea that someone had targeted Nico in such a way, was impossible for him to swallow. His anger felt hot, it bubbled up like a volcano inside of him. He could feel it ready to erupt any second as he dug his nails into his palm.

Then a light touch pulled him from his inner turmoil. A cold hand had slipped its way between his fingers, releasing the tension. Will looked over at Nico and felt a wave of guilt, he hadn’t thought about how Nico must be feeling now.

Years ago Will had told Nico that he was welcome at camp, that no one had pushed him away. Now someone had tried to kill him.

His guilt was followed by fear. Will tightly squeezed Nico’s hand, pouring every ounce of assurance into the touch and praying in his mind that this situation wouldn’t influence Nico to run away again. Just the thought of Nico suddenly disappearing like he had years ago made his heart feel like it was being suffocated slowly. He had to remind himself Nico was okay, he was right by his side.

Explaining what had happened to Chiron was the easy part, it was Dionysus who was difficult.

“We must find this traitor at once!” Mr D. stood up slamming the table, vines began to crawl up from the floor and around the table legs.

Will had never seen him so mad. Of course, if it were anyone else he’d probably just shrug it off. But this was Nico. So Mrs D. was reasonably pissed.

“We have to handle this carefully,” Chiron said; his eyes were filled with a deep sense of sadness and disappointment. He too couldn’t imagine why someone had done this.

“Carefully?” Mr. D asked, his eyes glowed with a dangerous hue of purple. “I say we round everybody up and unrelentlessly interrogate them until the rat comes out.”

“We cannot tortue innocent campers in hopes of finding the culprit,” Chiron calmly explained.

“We can’t. I can.”

“Then you would be punished by several angry gods.”

Mr D. had no response this time, sighing as he sat back down. The vines following suite as they shrank back into the floorboards.

“I don’t understand who would’ve done this, and why now?” Jason said, his eyes seemed to be clouded in worries.

“Leo, is there anyway this could’ve been a prank taken too far?” Chiron asked, there was a sort of desperation in his eyes.

“I really wish it was, but there’s no way they couldn’t of known about the precautions. I added the explosion barrier last second. The greek fire must’ve been somewhere near the engine, whoever put it there wanted the chariot to catch fire and explode. Midair,” Leos voice was somber, he leaned listlessly on his elbows which set on the table.

Jason watched Leo carefully, his face seemed to analyze Leo’s every movement, every word. Will recognized his attentiveness.

Chiron sighed, “We will investigate this. Perhaps there is someone, something, whispering things to the demigods again.”

“We can talk to Clovis,” Will added. “If it’s something to do with dreams or visions he might be able to help.”

Chiron nodded, “Just be careful. I don’t know how whoever did this will react if they catch on that we are suspicious.”

Will nodded, he couldn’t help but notice how silent Nico had been. He seemed to be lost in thought. Will wish he could crawl into his brain and disintegrate all the negative thoughts.

It appeared Mr D. was also concerned, his face flashed with worry as he looked over at Nico.

“We’ll talk to Clovis tomorrow,” Will made the executive decision. “You two need rest.”

Jason agreed, not allowing Leo to protest by quickly grabbing him and dragging him out the door way. “Let’s go hotshot.”

It was dark, a cold breeze blowing through camp as Will and Nico walked; a blanket of silence lay between them. Nico seemed to be trapped inside his mind again, his eyes dancing with unspoken worries.

“You okay?” Will asked as softly as possible, reaching out to touch Nico’s shoulder.

Nico nodded, “I guess.”

Will frowned, “You guess?” He expected Nico to lie and hit him with a ‘I’m fine’ like he normally did.

“I’m not sure what to think to be honest.” Nico replied, he began chewing on his bottom lip; a nervous habit Will had taken note of several times.

“Yeah...” Wills voice was quiet, his racked his mind for the perfect thing to say, but came back with nothing.

The two of them kept walking as Nico slightly leaned into Wills touch, despite his uncertainty he still sought comfort.

“I’ll stay in your cabin tonight,” Will paused, “to protect you.”

Nico face spread into a smile, a smile that punched Will right in his stomach. He felt a sense of relief to see him smile, “Yeah i’m sure that’s the reason.”

“What?” Will raised his hands in false defense, “It’s a perfectly reasonable excuse.”

“Uh huh, super convincing.” Nico’s voice was coated with sarcasm, which was a stark contrast to the smile that danced across his face.

“It’s an excuse that would hold up in court, you know i’m not a lawyer but I know these things-“

Nico cut him off by grabbing his hand, “Come on sunshine.” He tugged Will lightly towards his cabin, it was obvious he didn’t want to be alone. That’s not to say Will didn’t want to stay with him on his own accord, obviously it was a little bit for himself. But mostly for Nico, mostly.

—

“Gods Leo use your legs.”

“I can’t they feel like jello, my arms too, and my-my everything!” Leo whined as he let himself be dragged along by Jason.

“You sure you didn’t hit your head in the explosion too?” Jason feigned annoyance. He was intentionally bantering with Leo, trying to boost the mood. Anything that could distract him from the fact of a potential murderer in camp was good, and Leo was really good at distracting.

“I think the explosion hit everything,” Leo stumbled. Jason quickly caught him, snaking his hand around Leo’s waist. He hoped Leo couldn’t hear his heartbeat which was pounding so loudly in his ears.

“You’re clearly incapable of walking,” Jason sighed. He figured he was getting quite good at acting as he almost believed his own false annoyance. “Just let me carry you or at this rate we’re going to be eaten by harpy’s.”

Leo smirked, “If you insist.”

Leo was a light weight against Jason’s back as he locked his arms around Leo’s legs; and when Jason walked, Leo’s arms dangled from around his shoulders. Then with a sigh he rested his chin on the top of Jason’s head.

“Dang the weather is pretty nice up here,” Leo said, his hands absently drumming against Jason’s shirt.

“Enjoy it while it lasts,” Jason replied, earning a small thump against his chest.

Leo paused as he noticed where Jason was headed, “Correct me if i’m wrong, but this does not look like the way to my cabin.”

“Well..” Jason almost panicked looking for any excuse, “I figure you need to be watched over. You know, with your jello legs and brain.”

“Aww,” Leo teased, “are you scared?”

Jason tried to bite back a smile when his lame excuse succeeded. “Yes, terrified.”

“Don’t worry Jace, I’ll protect you from the big bad scary Zeus statue.” Leo giggled as he tightened his arms around Jason.

Jason smiled, he didn’t say the real reason he’d wanted Leo to stay with him. He didn’t say it was because he worried about his safety, that he didn’t want him beating himself up with guilt. Or that he’d seen Will sneak into the Hades cabin and felt a sense of envy.

Jason contentedly carried Leo on his back into the cabin; and as they entered Leo seemed to shrink against Jason whispering, “He’s looking at me,” before bursting into giggles.

“Now you know how I feel every night,” Jason complained. He walked over to his bed, where he’d recently gotten a divider; placing it so that his view of the statue was obscured. When he reached the bed he turned and promptly dropped Leo onto his bed.

“Ouch,” Leo said, sprawling out on the bed with his eyes closed and tongue stuck out as if he were emulating roadkill.

“Looks like jello boy died, what a shame.”

Leo opened one of his eyes and when he saw Jason was still staring at him he closed it again; a grin began spreading across his face, though he’d tried to hold back.

“You leave me no choice,” Jason rubbed his hands together, creating a harmless amount of static electricity. “Clear!” He called out thrusting his hands towards Leo.

A small shock was produced and Leo sprung up falling onto the floor with a yelp, pieces of his curly hair stuck up in the static.

Jason burst into laughter, almost doubling over as his whole body shook.

“What the hades man,” Leo looked up at him with wide eyes.

“I resurrected you,” Jason said between giggles. He’d laughed so hard his eyes began to water.

Leo stood up, patting down his hair. “Okay, i’ve been resurrected before and it did not feel like that.”

Jason shrugged, “What can I say? I’m too good.”

Leo shoved him lightly, pretending to be mad although he was still smiling. “Whatever, because of that you’re sharing the bed.”

“Fine.” Jason pretended it was an inconvenience. In reality he was desperate to be near Leo, to be by his side in any way possible. As close as possible. Leo emanated this warmth in a way Jason had become addicted to. It was a warmth that filled his bones and soul completely and fully.

So when Leo curled up next to him, it took all of Jason’s willpower not to wrap his arms around him and bask in the warmth. Just being beside him had to be enough, yet still he yearned for the full closeness.

Soon he heard the soft breathing from Leo next to him, the moonlight from the window filtering in and sparkling my across his face. His eyelashes look so delicate in the light and the splash of freckles across his face started to resemble a constellation. Jason almost hoped that the moment would last forever; that tomorrow wouldn’t come. He didn’t want to face the harsh truth that someone in camp had tried to hurt his friends. He didn’t want to leave Leo’s side. Not again. The fear of losing him was always so strong because he’d lost him before, they’d both lost each other. Now they were together again and Jason prayed that they could stay that way.

But he doubted anyone was listening to that prayer.

(Part Two)

#nico di angelo #heroes of olympus #nico pjo #pjo hoo #pjo series #solangelo #percy jackson #valgrace #leo valdez #leo pjo #jason grace #jason pjo #pjo hoo toa #will solace #will pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #tsats #pjo hoo toa tsats #trials of apollo #nico di angelo and will solace #my fic #fic #because we were robbed of valgrace and solangelo interactions #jason is alive because i said so #he ressurected or something #leo’s in love with jason #can you tell i was trying to be funny while writing in leo’s pov? #should i do a part two?

[barnbridges]

there's something visceral about.... marion probably knows well enough that bunny doesn't have a fucking bank account at the age of 24 but randomly believed her friend when she said she saw him at a bank, that he randomly became obsessed with murder out of the blue one day and then died and his friends didn't miss him, that his best friend was absolutely ... a sight to behold at the funeral, that the corcorans are neither warm nor really fond of her (where is she talking to his mother? they were planning on having kids together and his parents never spoke to her the whole time she was there), that brady corcoran specifically is described as the least like bunny himself, that they invited "a ton" of people from hampden college but none of her friends (but random people they don't know??? and bunny didn't know that well either??? sure) are ever mentioned being there, they didn't even speak to her when he was presumed missing, but she went right back there and dealt with them for at least another 10 years, and tied herself to them eternally through blood.

#again love in this book is literally #the twisted and the ugly and the bizarre #a feeling that's not aesthetic nor is it really based off what's normal but rather what's visceral and raw and mildly rotten #and their relationship is just... #ripe #it's so.... 50s nuclear family but bunny corcoran never had a nuclear family. how can he desire something he never had. #the secret history #bunny corcoran #what does he even desire? we'll never know #anyway something visceral and ripe and rotten at the core in their relationship and they were married ok #they might as well have been #there's something so.... ugly #in everything they ever do #but at the same time what is true love if not trying to ressurect your dead boyfriend in richard papen words #“for reasons known only to themselves” #bitch they dont miss him #his parents dont care #they never cared #his brothers probably are too traumatized and emotionally stunted themselves to have one thought about it #she cares she brought him back #she's such a delulu girl i adore #her straight audacity

[burymeinblack2022]

These hit me like a truck.... How come this is real and happening now.... Remember when everyone thought they didn't want to come back remember when everyone thought it wasn't gonna be the same and the days of costumes and theatrics were long gone but they're still happening and now it's his choice...They're not bound to any concept or theme they're just doing this for fun they don't have to but they WANT to....They're having fun... This is real and it's a new peak in the history of the band... They literally rose from the ashes of decay and fixed their heart... OH GERARD WE'RE REALLY IN IT NOW ....

#come catch me run bc I'm not having any fun #Oh my God. He is the moment... #My little bat prince.... I want him to bite me #Mcr #Gerard Way #My Chemical Romance #Mcrnj #Mcr return #Return era #wow anna said something #anna's shitposts #I lost my train of thought in there at least once so I had to finish it but lots of feelings and I'm not good at writing them #It's whatever what I'm saying is: they're all happy Gerard is thriving and it's literally breathing new life into the band #And it's lowkey high key driving me insane... This is literally a ressurection.... #From millions to this.... I NEED TO BE FUCKING SEDATED

[reisakumaproducer]

ReiPs either giggle and kick their legs everytime Rei speaks or analyze every syllable he says. sometimes both. What Rei Sakuma does to a mfer

#may rambles #everytime rei talks I feel like im being hit with a truck #rei sakuma #he is so… #was rereading bits of ressurection sunday to show something to qinn #AND JUST AHHH ORE REI #and also his line about undead helping in operetta #breaks me everytime

[lesbiankoby]

i really am invested in that one au where minato's rushed seal accidentally killed naruto (the boy) and kurama (the fox) (inadvertently fused with the body-cage) grew up, memory-less and oblivious in naruto-the-boys place, because i do think of that often

#naruto the hour year old baby gets to get rinne-ressurected by obito at the end i think and the pein confrontation is when kurama remembers #who he really is #but [gestures] #fuzzy fuzzy plot #jiraiya has half a clue that minato fucked up bad and therefore cannot stand naruto-the-fox #kakashi thinks jiraiya is being a paranoid bastard and violently ignores any signs that there's something not right about 'naruto' #kurama gleefully enjoys ordering around his new goons-teammates #regrettably he really IS much more capable then. a real 12 year old would be lol #naruto tag

[bonesrbleaching]

your name and pfp change scared me so bad . i got the mutuals icon in my notifs but i didn’t recognize you thougjt one of my old mutuals rose from the dead

MY BAD

#the warf era is something so close to my heart he had to be ressurected

[claire-starsword]

okay

#i expected him to fully turn into yogurt. this is tame #are there more effects? the description just says something bad happens #oh i'm sorry. i mean something BAD happens #i need mawlock nerfed anyway to level up the others this is good #sucks that he doesn't come level 1 for the ng+ #shining force #ressurection of the dark dragon #sfrodd mawlock #sf yogurt #claire plays sfrodd

[firemourn]

just remembered caleb was dead for a little bit. did he see his parents.

#better thought : he saw the same thing he sees when looking in the beacon the first time. dozens of mirror images of himself. #every possibility. and as he’s being ressurected each mirror image fades before he’s left staring at one and then he’s awake #and then he goes to use his transmuter’s stone to do raise dead on his friend #thats all the thoughts i have for today. bye! #delete later #mind you. he tried healing instead of damage twice this battle. using the possibility in the environment to heal jes & his stone on molly #idk. IDK. something something character that isnt a healer finding a way to heal in the eleventh hour #AND ITS BECAUSE OF LOVE !

[layzeal]

it may sound funny to describe modao as "a romance novel that spans 20 years where the main couple do not pursue each other until the very final days" because it's TRUE but also the fact that lan wangji loved wei wuxian for all that time, but did not pursue him romantically at all during it is literally so important for the understanding of both the plot and lwj as a character, i can't even BEGIN to talk about it

#lwj never wanted his feelings found and that's so important to know #in their youth he didn't wnat them found bc he was in denial and actively angry at himself for feeling it #during sunshot there was simply no time for it and also lwj had already been told by wwx himself that wwx didn't like men #so he not only refuse to pursue him romantically bc of boundaries but also was the only one to scold him #for doing something that was hurting himself #while everyone praised him bc that thing won the war and that's what matters #lwj was willing to have wy think poorly of him if it meant that wy would stop hurting himself #and post-ressurection again he's Not pursuing him bc he think he's already been rejected and thats a boundary he'll respect #even though wwx wont stop teasing and taunting him #I JUST SEE IT TOO OFTEN #people being like '''oh why didnt lwj just confess here'' '''oh lwj that's not how you pursue someone'' #HE NEVER pursued wwx romantically!! never!!!!! #it was all on wwx to fall in love and do it! becaude lwj would simply NOT break that boundary! #also yadda yadda mommy and daddy trauma but we don't have time to get into that #just remember guys..m lwj is a boy with a crush yes #but at no point in canon he ever wanted his feelings found. that was on purpose on his part!! #(the cave after nightless city was a special case and it was more about convincing wy that he wants to protect him #and less about ''''omg i love u lets get married and be hapoy forveer'') #IT'S ALSMOT 2AM I NEED TO GO TO BED #just thinking about lwj i love him Sk mucj #modao #lace speaks

[acebabecd]

As much as I’d love to see a C3 adaptation, it would be really hard to adapt into an animated series with the streaming standard 12-ish episode length seasons

Compared to the heroic epic of Vox Machina, Bell’s Hells is more of an ongoing mystery. Mystery stories are built on gradual reveals and discoveries that add on to each other and get more complex. The pacing and build up are key.

So you either start at the beginning of the campaign and have a first 12 episodes that feel anticlimactic compared to the group who killed a dragon in their premiere, or you start somewhere in the middle and have to cut out/change the order of so much build up that the payoff feels like nothing

In the unlikely event Campaign 3 ever got adapted, it would really need the old school 24-ish episode season to really thrive

#cr3 #the existence of a mid-season finale would also make it easier for them to include the dorian arc #But if they decide to cut that they could focus on Imogen as the main and build up to otohan being the climax #with most side focus on Laudna so that her death and ressurection feel more meaningful #And of course give enough focus to Fearne for her parents to feel impactful if their story with the nightmare king can't be moved #FCG we mostly just have to spend enough time with their personality for thei reveal to work #With Orym as impactful as him realizing this is the person who killed his family was #that's also something that can work as a later reveal #we don't find out about Will until Orym has been killed and he sees him in limbo #their reunion would tell us everything we need to know about their relationship #and things like him talking to derrig's spirit would be enough foreshadowing for the dad #and then Orym's explanation later can be to the group #OR him saying 'we found their killers' to Dorian as a reveal #if timed properly #I also kind of like the idea of the earlier arc being skipped #but still showing Orym messaging Dorian #so that new viewers can be like 'who is he talking to? what's the deal there?' #and Dorian is a bit of a reveal for later

[charlieshandmaiiden]

Anyway 9x01 was so good so good. Very excited for this season.

#i mean sam wanted to die. this is the saddest shit ever. and he specifically asked death not to ressurect him or whatever #and now there's an angel inside????? who heals him??? but it's never simple right? so he'll ask for something big or idk won't leave sam #fallen angels still have grace??? and some powers?? cool. but castiel has no grace so he's like fully human but can hear angels #and what do you mean he left his coat??!??!!??!!?!????!??!!?! #crowley's in the impala's trunk hahahahahsgsgsdfggsd #and oh all the angels hate cas. and want him dead. and he's human. shiiiiit #but he can get his grace back! which is good #pposting #season 9 #spn

[fatcowboys]

LIKE quentin being so self sacrifing of Course bc hes quentin and all of his friends coming up with a plan behind his back to not let him do that. bc eliot isnt going to let one of his best friends spend the rest of his life locked away. only to next season. let quentin do the self sacrificing thing this time its ok this season :)))) fuck this show lmao

#LIKE it would be one thing if it didnt have such good moments right. #like if it was a bad sbow all around. it wouldnt make me so fucking Mad #but they did so many tbings Good like margo and eliot and quentin. penny is so good and i love kady and julia #i dont. rlly care abt alice lmao #but like. the tenderness of a day in the life. the way they write the connections and relationships of he characters #and put such value in platonic bonds and bonds where the lines of platonic and romantic are blurred #and then they fuck it up So horribly by being like hahaha! we will show no one is safe by killing the white main character #motherfuckers you thought it was cool to let your bisexual mentally ill lead die in a self sacrificing martyr way after hyping up his #relationship w eliot and u thought this was good??? u thought it meant something???? ill kill u #ANYWAY. it also makes me mad like. esp for the actors too. #like if i rmr correctly. lmao they didnt even tell them q was permanently leaving like they filmed a fake q ressurection #so the actors didnt even KNOW quentin and ralph were leaving until after filming was done and if i rmr right? very close tonthe finale air #and it makes me so mad for hale as a queer actor like. he put is whole ass into eliot and they fucked it up so bad #ANYWAY. dont watch the magicians. you will only experience primal rage. #blue watches the magicians

[radiance1]

Vlad Masters has died.

Or at the very least, that is what the upper class was lead to believe. Could you blame them? His death was wildly convincing, and the thing was.

No one knew who would inherit Vladco and his fortune.

As far as they knew, Masters never had any heirs to speak of at all. Not even an illegitimate child, or a foster care. He doesn't even have relatives that the fortune and company could go to.

So, safe to say, they were quite looking forwards to what would happen to the company. Would it sink, or stay afloat?

Now, normally, Damian wouldn't have cared a single bit about what would happen. But seeing as he is forced to go to an event held at the very dead Vlad Masters' mansion, he thinks he should have the right to see what'll happen.

The company's various stockholders were all gathered together, as well as Lex Luthor and other rich upper-class individuals. He knows that Vlad and Lex didn't like each other very well, so he thinks that Lex Luthor may or may not be backing the biggest current stockholder so that he'll have a say in the man's company when they take over.

Honestly, the event was pretty boring. He thought there would be... more, happening. Considering the context of this event.

So, he leaves. He's really just exploring to stave off his boredom, but if he found Vlad Masters' secrets before his death, well. Might as well, really.

He comes upon a room filled wall to wall with merchandise that screamed Masters was a packers fan before his death. Quite the large one at that as well. He picked up one item just to take a look at it, it wasn't something he was too interested in, but it was sort of impressive.

He turned when he heard the door open behind him, and saw a girl that was probably around his age staring at him with concern.

The thing is, she wasn't dressed like a guest. Or even a maid. She was dressed like a poor person.

So obviously he thought she was breaking in to find things to steal and sell off.

"I'm telling dad you tried stealing his packers merch." And with that, the girl was off, and Damian found himself running after her.

Why?

Boredom.

But also, father? He genuinely considers who she was talking about, clearly it couldn't have been anyone participating in the event, so was he also another thief that wanted to steal from Masters?

What sort of thief reveals they have another roaming around where they're stealing from? And their blood relation at that?

He realized that they were running towards where all the guests were gathered, and Damian thought that this girl was either lost, or genuinely didn't know what she was doing.

"Dad! Some kid is trying to steal your merchandise!" Said the girl, slamming open the doors and causing the attention of everyone present to fall directly on her as she paused.

Damian couldn't see it, but he thinks she's quite stupefied in that moment, paused on her pause. It was completely, and utterly quiet for a moment as the guests stared at her, and she stared back.

However, the next moment. The very detailed coffin laying in the center of the room suddenly swung itself open with a great pillar of green fire that reached the ceiling, causing his attention to switch over to it.

He saw lines on the floor around the coffin, lines that he previously ignored as some kind of design choice.

Lines that were filled with a liquid none to dissimilar to Lazarous Water.

A hand reached out of the coffin. "WHO DARES TO TOUCH MY PRECIOUS MERCHANDISE!?" And from beyond the grave the previously dead now arisen body of Vlad Masters pulled himself out of his own coffin, with inhumane red eyes.

So. Damian came to two conclusions that night.

One, Vlad Masters may or may not have had ties with the League of Assassins in some way, leading to his now ressurection.

Two, Vlad Masters has a daughter that was extremely well hidden from basically everyone present at the gathering and, maybe even the world at large.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover

[radioreprise]

therapy isn't enough i need to script a six hour long video essay on this character and then get a lobotomy, maybe not in that order <3

#do i hate the source material. yeas. do i crave content. also yeas. #he died was ressurected and had his brain rewired twice and we're just going to ignore that #unless we're shipping a conglomerate that includes him. ok ok #i need introspection gdi. biting and nashing and w/e. #pov you're me shakily typing the letters hom into google #or whatever we use i think its duck something #before kat closes the laptop and makes me take a nap. the threats i can withstand but it's the disappointment in his eyes that gets me #rook.txt

[zylev-blog]

Danny and Damian’s friendship started on a chilly January day. Damian had just been given to the Wayne family, and had started going to Gotham Elementary. Danny had been going there for years, but he was a poor kid and was there on a scholarship, so all of the rich kids made fun of him. It didn’t help that Danny’s parents were weird, and half of the class believed that they were robots. As if a ten year old could build robots.

Damian kept his distance from everyone, but as the other resident weird kid, Danny had introduced himself to Damian. Damian was wary, because of the LOA and the fact that Bruce was rich. Danny didn’t care about money, once he realized Damian and he shared similar interests, he wanted to be Damian’s friend for his personality, not his money. From that day on, the duo were inseparable. They did everything together, and spent nearly every waking moment together in and out of school.

Somehow though, Danny never figured out that Damian was Robin.

Four years later, and Damian and Danny are dancing around their romantic feelings for each other, and they’re both in denial. They’re at a museum when Joker and his goons take everyone hostage. Danny tries to protect Damian, but the Joker singles him out in front of everyone to teach them a lesson about being obedient. Joker shoots Danny in the chest with a gun, but the shot doesn’t kill him instantly. Damian rushes forward, trying to assess the damage and save his best friend, but he’s held back by the other civilians. Damian is forced to watch his best friend bleed to death from the distance, and is completely powerless to do anything. None of the Bats arrive on time to save Danny’s life.

Damian spirals into a deep depression. He goes back on his No killing rule, and goes after the Joker. Most of his siblings don’t want to stop him, but they do try because of Bruce’s rules. The only one on his side is Jason, who was also killed by the Joker.

Six months after Danny’s death, and Damian finally manages to kill the Joker. He and Jason make sure there is no body to ressurect. Damian weeps at Danny’s grave, and tells his friend that he was avenged. But the hole in Damian’s chest doesn’t go away. His heart is utterly broken, and he’s not sure he can survive without Danny.

Exactly one year after Danny’s death, and Damian decides he can’t do it anymore. He digs up Danny’s body, and flies it to Nanda Parbat.

Danny comes back to life, but somethings wrong with him.

#dp x dc au #dp x dc writing prompt #dp x dc #dp x dc fanfic #dp x dc prompt #dp dc crossover #danny phantom crossover #dp x dc crossover #danny phantom #dp crossover #dpxdc prompts #dpxdc #dcxdp #dead serious

[cweampier]

okk so I'm returning the favour <3

I was wondering if you could do a small fic or drabble where reader and Leon are at a wedding. Probably readers relative or friend, and when the bride is coming down the isle leon whispers into readers ear

"That's going to be us someday, I promise you that."

Like ahhh I'm so unstable seriously lmao. I originally wrote this idea and posted it but it didnt do well so it was deleted. I hope u can ressurect the idea 🥰

gonna cry gonna cry… gonna cry…

you’d been to a fair amount of weddings in your life, but it was your first time bringing leon along with you. he’d struggle with the overriding issue of if he looked presentable enough, seeking for your reassurance. clammy hands adjusted the tie of his suit as you snickered beside him, it was like he was the groom of today. “you don’t have anyone to impress besides me, leon.. now stop stirring in your seat, the reception is starting.” you’d patted his thigh, hoping he’d take the hint and cease his movements. he did so in earnest, watching as the crowd craned their necks to the back.

he listened to the remedy of church bells and to the bright orchestra that commenced as his eyes followed the woman dressed in a recognizable white gown walk down the broad aisle, holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers. he always loved the way wedding gowns looked, how they fitted forms so perfectly. he found his thoughts running rampant, imagining you both in this very moment, trying to capture a glimpse into what the future holds for the both of you. he’s yet to propose, but something stirred up inside him, wanting nothing more than to ask for your hand in marriage right then and there.

he knew he wouldn’t hear the end of it if he were to do so, the selfish idea reducing into nothing more than a distant memory one that he chased so desperately as he thumbed the back of your hand that he was holding. as the woman approached the alter, he leaned in close to your ear, hot breath tickling the lobe of it as he smiled against it at the thought of what he was about to say. “someday… i’ll buy you a beautiful ring and ask you to marry me,” he lulled, brushing a stand of hair from your face. “pick your karat, two, four, anything for you, just say the word,” he nuzzled his nose into the side of your ear, bunting his head against yours affectionately.

“it’ll be our day, just like it’s theirs today— ah..” he backed up as you elbowed his shoulder, watching your face pucker up sourly at his words. it was obvious you were trying to mask the excitement that bubbled up inside you at the thought of leon getting down on one knee, sporting a beautiful diamond ring only for you to accept as he asked you to marry him. through sickness and health, how he’d love you and honor all the days in his life that’ll be filled with you. “don’t be ridiculous, leon…” you whispered through your plump, pouty lips as he wet his bottom lip with a swipe of his tongue along it.

he let out a faint huff, calloused hands finding your ring finger, smoothing his own fingertips along it as he imagined a ring fit snugly onto it, his mark officially being made on you through lavish jewelry. jewelry that held true meaning and promises soon to be met as you both welcomed each other as not only partners but as soon-to-be husband and wife. he couldn’t wait for it, he sat in his seat like a tall child who dwelled giddily on the plans he had for what lies ahead. “ridiculous just so happens to be my middle name.. i can’t help who i am and what big dreams i dream. i just know i’ll always want you in them.”

you could only think to yourself ‘what a geek’ as you found yourself thinking about the same thing. a promising future, security and unconditional love.

#WAAAAAHHHH husband leon #leon kennedy #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #resident evil #resident evil fluff #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you #cweampier