#i KNOW they wouldn't make labels for animals and plants

[ziskeyt]

I had an idea. So I made some Lon Lon milk label missing notices for what I remember to be missing in Tears of the Kingdom from Breath of the Wild.

#loz #botw #totk #okay the hearty food sure i still hate it but okay #but the rhino??? #why is the rhino missing??? #i will never forgive nintendo for removing kass from the game and replacing him with the highly obnoxious stable trotters #they are inferior!!! #there are many issues surrounding Vilia in nintendo's treatment of her to the orientalisation of the Gerudo fully #however why is Bozai allowed to exist and she disappeared #i KNOW they wouldn't make labels for animals and plants #but i felt like it #also i chose the Lon Lon label cause Hateno's label is clear and less recognizable

[short-honey-badger]

Peppermint Tea 9

Hey guys! On to part 9! I've been doing a lot of thinking on this fic and I think it's evolved into something bigger. Let me know what you guys think!

Warnings! Violence in a dream

Masterlist

Dracule leaves two days later. You send him off with a kiss and a pouch of your peppermint tea leaves and watch him sail away until he is nothing but a speck on the horizon. You shake your head, the forlorn feeling present, but you are quick to shove it down. You had things to do, so you didn't need to be standing around wondering when you would see Dracule again. 

After the incident at the cliff, Mihawk had acted as if nothing had happened, and you were content to let the promise slide. The next two days had been spent quietly reading and getting to know one another. Sweet kisses and wandering hands had invaded each one of those moments until Dracule rose this morning and deemed that he had to go. Business to attend to once again. 

You frown thinking about those words. You want to know what he means by business. You want to know what islands he goes to and who he's met. You have poured over your books and sea stained papers for years, and every single map you have come across never has your island. 

You know the shape and length and every plant and animal that shares this island with you. You and Hank have explored every nook and cranny your home has to offer, down to the sandy beach and up to the small mountain on the western side of the tropical island. And not once have you seen it labeled or drawn on any of the scrolls that wash up on the shore. 

Dracule offered you so little knowledge about himself. However, he could go on for hours about the books he's read, reciting poetry from memory as the two of you sit by the fireplace late at night. Later, he would say that he would bring you more books, either to add to your collection or to replace the old ones. 

Maybe you can convince him to bring some maps so that you can try and find out more about your home. Did you live in any of the Blues? Or was your home in the more dangerous parts of the ocean such as the Grand line and the New World? You had no idea. 

The shaggy body of Hank barreling into you sends the melancholy thoughts from your mind as the big dog pulls your focus on him. He has his stick again, and the two of you play until both of you are exhausted and in need of a good nap. 

The two of you would wake up later than you had intended in the evening and examine the seeds and other goodies that Dracule had brought with him. You had been far too distracted with the man in question to even think about going out and planting any, but now was a good time as ever. You find some empty pots and carefully press the delicate seeds into the soil that you'd gathered from your garden. Once covered, you add enough water to properly dampen the spoil and then place each of your pots on the tall barrels that sit behind your home. You smile down at your hard word, excited for when the saplings break through the soil, though that wouldn't be for a week or two at the least. 

The rest of the day was spent harvesting your other herbs, cutting and drying out the roots and leaves for brewing and leaving the rest to replant. It's satisfying work, and soon, your kitchen is full of drying herbs that make your home smell delightful. Chores done for now: You make yourself a cup of tea from the ones that Mihawk had gifted you and settle on the couch by the fireplace with one of his books. You read until you dozed off, Hank curled up on the floor snoozing away with you. 

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“Oh boy, look who decided to grace us with their presence,” Shanks crowed, a grin stretching across his face as he raised his mug of ale up in greeting. It isn't often that Mihawk would show up in a good enough mood for a drink, especially since the warlord didn't want to fight him anymore. 

Dracule rolls his eyes, a sneer on his lips as he casts his ringed eyes over the Red-Haired Pirates and their Captain. He'd seen the Red Force by chance and had decided on a whim to investigate what they were up to. In a way, it was his job to do so, so it wasn't like it was out of his way, “Only to see what you and your lot are doing here.” 

It didn't help that the Yonko had docked on an island only a four day sail away from your home. Shanks didn't hang around the first half of the Grand Line often, so it made him antsy to know that someone so powerful, even with a single arm, was so close to his safe haven. 

“The usual, partying, exploring, having a good time. Something you should definitely do more often,” Shanks tells him, vague and annoying like always. 

Dracule keeps his expression neutral. Shanks was like a shark in the water when it came to finding out things about his once close friend. It would be catastrophic if the redhead found out about you. 

“I have my own way of enjoying my time. One that doesn't involve drinking myself into a stupor every evening,” Dracule quips, but still takes the offered drink despite his words. 

Shanks slaps him on the back, laughing jovially, and Mihawk grimaces when the unexpected contact makes his drink slosh over the edge of his mug. Dracule shrugs off the offending hand with a roll of his eyes. 

“I'm sure you do, Hawkeye. Brooding away in that castle if yours. When's the last time you even spoke to a woman?” Shanks teases and knocks back the rest of his ale then signals the bar keep for a new one with a cheeky wink. 

“A couple of days ago, if you must know,” Dracule admits without thinking about it, and immediately curses himself when Shanks gasps dramatically and crowds his space. 

“What? Tell me about her! What's she like? What's her name? She must be someone special to catch your eye, Mihawk.” 

Dracule shoves the redhead back, regret coiling hot at his mishap. He takes his time by sipping his ale and ignores the manchild whining in his ear and asking questions after question that Dracule would not be answering. His patience soon wears thin, however, and he slams his mug down on the counter with a snarl.

“It is none of your business, Shanks. I never meant to say anything to you about her,” Dracule states, tone tinged in an unfamiliar rage. He doesn't get angry very often, but the thought of playboy, beachbum, Shanks even knowing your name sets his teeth on edge. 

The other pirate captain shows some tack for once in his life and raises his hand in surrender, “Alright. I won't ask anymore,” he says, but a shit eating grin is curling his lips and he leans in close to the warlord, “Ya gotta at least tell me she's a catch though, right?” 

Mihawk huffs and pinches the bridge of his nose. Shanks just couldn't stop could he? 

“As beautiful a fresh blanket of snow, but with a smile that could melt it all away,” Dracule murmurs quietly and Shanks eyes the swordsman in a new light. He had never heard the man wax poetry about someone before. 

“Huh, you must really like her then, huh?” Shanks presses and is rewarded with the sight of Dracule dipping his head in a nod. he sips his ale, thoughts swirling about this mystery woman. 

“Well. I'm glad you've finally found someone that'll put up with your broody ass,” Shanks snickers and slaps Mihawk on the back once more with a big grin. Truly, he was happy that his friend had someone to escape to, especially when their world grew more dangerous every day. 

Mihawk is quiet for a long time, long enough that he has finished his ale and stands from his stool. He tosses enough berri on the counter to cover his drink, and then turns away from Shanks, “Thank you, Red Hair,” he begins and sends the Yonko a look over his shoulder, eyes holding The threat of a fight, “Don't make me regret telling you.” 

Shanks laughs with a shake of his head and waves at Dracule, “I'll try not to, Hawkeye,” he snickers again at the glare that receives for that, but it was definitely worth it. 

Mihawk leaves the island without bothering to learn its name and sets sail for Gloom. He filled the boring trip with thoughts of you, recalling how nicely your cool skin felt upon his heated body. How much he enjoyed listening to you read from the books he's already devoured countless times. How sweet your lips taste when you kiss him so innocently. 

Dracule is not sure when he will go back, but his hands already itch to feel your soft skin, and he is parched for the sweet peppermint tea you grow. The warlord sighs, a great expel of air from his lungs, and looks north to the calm belt, where your island stays protected at its edge. 

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The screams of the men and children of your home island echo in your ears as you are dragged through the crowds of people. Your older brother holds you tight by the wrist, pulling you through the throngs of citizens. Your short legs can hardly keep up, but you power through the fatigue to keep up with your brother. 

Your island, your home is being attacked, and you are terrified. You don't understand why it's happening, only know that your oldest brother had woken you up in the middle of the night and packed your largest bag with the essentials. He had instructed you to be silent as the two of you snuck through the castle, away from your mother and father and other siblings that still slept in peace. 

You yelped when you suddenly tripped over a loose brick in the road, sending you to your knees and snow exploded around you and your brother, causing screams to erupt all around. You wince and push yourself up, desperately scrambling for your older brother. 

Gods, you wish you could remember his name. 

“Come on, princess,” He is suddenly there, swinging you up and over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, “We're almost to the port.” 

You watch from your perch as the people of your island run for the castle, panic and fear all around as the town burns and the fields are decimated by someone with an earth devil fruit. Your brother runs as fast as he can to the port, trying to shield his baby sister from the harsh realities of a treaty gone wrong and a dark secret revealed. 

The two of you make it to Port just in time to witness the biggest ship you have ever seen crash into the main docks. The pirates don't seem to care about the destruction they have caused, and you watch in horror, eyes latching onto the symbol that the barbarians proudly wear. It's a bright pink cloud, a skull with bug red lips and with a sun and a tree on opposite corners. 

The sight is broken when your brother rounds a corner, and you grunt when he slides to a sudden stop. You try to turn around and are able to catch sight of a wide brimmed hat with a massive white feather falling from the back. A giant sword rests on the man's back, the hilt oddly shaped like a cross.

“Don't look, Sunshine,” your brother orders, but you don't listen. You can't listen to him. Not when that hat and sword look so familiar. But from where? 

You are still thinking about the strange looking man when the two of you finally make it to the escape ship. Your brother loads you up, and with one last forlorn look at your dying island, he sets sail for Paradise, away from the New World, where his precious little sister would be safe. 

You wake slowly, the dream trickling away like grains of sand in an hourglass. It felt familiar, and your heart ached at the sight of the man who had saved you. With a sigh, you pull yourself up from the couch and give Hank a smile. It was time to start the day. 

@writingmysanity @kenkenmaaa @foggyturtleknightangel @browneyedhufflepuff @djbumblebee @goth-mami-writer @myradiaz

#fanfic #one piece #reader insert #fluff #dracule mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #mihawk x reader #op mihawk #opla mihawk x reader #opla mihawk #mihawk x y/n #mihawk x you #peppermint tea

[trippygalaxy]

Question: Can I make a request for one of your boys? Because I really want a thing where I like kiss Heavens and/or Shifter and/or Legacy on the cheek or something and how they would react

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH😭😭😭

AOG! Boy Reaction to Crush Kissing Their Cheek

Of course my love!! For those who don't know, these boys are from my au 'Across the Galaxy' that....is but isn't in the making??? Dhdjashfkahj I'll make sure to label who is from what game beside them!

Pairing: Heavens, Shifter x gn! reader (Separate) Warnings: Shifter's -> Self doubt, needles, tending to wounds

Heavens (Ss! Link)

The kiss happened before Heavens had to leave for an Expedition

Heavens, Ila (Zelda), Groose and a few others were the main group that would go off and explore the surface when the Skyloftians began to move down there in hopes of charting as much as they could

Normally these could range from a few weeks to multiple months, depending where they were exploring!

This would often leave you, a long time friend and longer time crush of Heavens, alone in the floating island of your home. Heavens always felt guilty after saying his goodbye, wanting nothing more than to have you join -him- the group but the fear of dragging you into a dangerous and possibly deathly land...well it stopped any thoughts about asking you to join.

You, on the other hand, felt a similar fear for him whenever he left

You knew he can handle himself-- goddesses, He killed a god!! Of course he can handle everything that is thrown at him! But...what if he cant? What if he didn't come back? What if...you never got to hold him like you wanted to? What if you were left alone, your love never to be returned?

This fear, this doubt, bubbled up one day when he had told you about another expedition he -and the group- had planned last minute.

You aren't sure if it was the fear or adrenaline, but the next thing you knew you had a tight grip on Heavens' scarf as you planted a firm kiss to his cheek, whispering a plead to return safe before letting go

Heavens, still hunched over slightly, blinked owlishly at you with lips slightly pursed and cheeks faintly tinted with an adorable hue

He was oddly quiet for moment, and you fear that you had messed up but before an apology can begin to form on your lips a face splitting smile breaks his once shocked demeanors. It was like the sun was being dimmed from his smile, and you're sure this is the happiest you've seen him in...years. Not even a trace of tiredness in his droopy eyes!

Heavens, a 35 year old man, has the expression of a lovesick teenager and he wouldn't have it any other way

Maybe it was the boyish smile, or the way his shaky fingers ghosted over the place you kissed him, or the loud blush that had his ears twitching slightly-- Or maybe...just maybe it was the way he looked at you...Like you were the ones who lifted Skyloft into the sky

You can tell that he makes NO move to compose himself, just staring at you with a knowing but loving look

"Goddesses...Your lips are softer than any silks we could weave.." He whispers, not moving an inch from you. "...May I be so bold to ask for your blessing once more? As to grant my journey with bountiful discoveries, of course~"

Mmm, how could you say no to such an ask?

Shifter (Oot/Mm! Link)

The Kiss happened after patching up Shifter's wounds

Shifter had shown up at your door step wounded and battered once more, giving you no explanation or indication that he would EVER give you one, as per usual

Thankfully(?) this wasn't the first time the ex-hero has done this (and youre sure it wont be the last--) so you were able to patch up the man with ease and minimal mess...but that didn't mean you were happy about it

Shifter could feel every ounce of annoyance as your thread the needle through his ripped flesh. It was like you were sewing your righteous disdain into his tainted skin

But Shifter didn't stop you- he deserved it. He deserved to be treated like a torn stuff animal that was under the care of a disgruntled owner who felt no warm for such a broken thing. He didn't deserve you holy, pure love and affection when all he was a burden, an annoyance, a reason to dread opening the door at the possibility of it being him...

But you didn't dread opening the door, not for him. No, you yearned to open it to him

He would never know that it was never him that you held the disdain for, no, it was always the wounds he harbored and the suffering they dealt to him

Gods...He would never know...Never know the pain and grief you felt every time another scar joins his skin. He would never know the longing you held in your heart, the want to hold his blemished scar littered hands, the need to him the love he was so worthy of holding

He may never know...but it was clear to many others, much to your dismay.

One of these people was Malon, the lovely but very teasing farmer you had grown very close to. She was always the first to (playfully) joke about how obvious tension between you two was, poking your side and demanding to be the first one to know if you finally made a move--

You had promised her you wouldn't -but that promise would soon be broken-

At one point, you're not sure when or why, an argument started. Shifter stayed cold and blunt as always, never seeming to react or care about your concerns for his well being. It infuriated you.

And it only made your blood boil even more when he harshly told you that you shouldn't care about him. That it was useless and wouldn't be of any use to him or yourself. That you were better off forgetting him. That--

He felt the slightly pressure to his side, as if something was pressed into his cheek yet his wooden mask stopped any contact it would of made to his skin. It takes him a moment to realize what had happened...and even then he doesn't believe it.

You pull back from his mask's cheek, cheeks warm with embarrassment as licking your lips nervously. Had you forgotten about the barrier between you two? Yes. But that wasn't the point--

"I don't care what you think I'd be better off with, I...I care about you. And I hate seeing you show up to my step coated in blood. Link...Please I can't-- I can't keep seeing you like this.."

The man was quiet, his brilliant blue eye just barely visible from the shadow the mask casted on his face. Its unmoving, never leaving your face, not even as you shift uncomfortably.

Regret, embarrassment, self directed anger. These were all the things you felt as the silence stretched on, but before you could stammer out an excuse to leave you hear the deep rumbles that made up his voice whisper to you.

"I can't promise you anything-" Your stomach drops "But.." Huh? "I'll get better at dodging...For your sake."

The ex-hero, large and intimidating, shrinks in on himself, looking away like a child after admitting to a crime. This...was a first.

It...It was a start. A uneasy, most likely slow start but a start none the less! You couldn't be more happy.

Taglist: @yourlocaltreesimp @quiteliterallyilliterate @birb-boy-official

#tales out of orbit #across the galaxy #aog shifter #aog heavens #aog x reader #? #reader insert #links meet au #my links #oot link #ss link

[honey-minded-hivemind]

For the 🦖Dino Squad🦕 AU, the teens are certainly going to have a wild time. Who wouldn't, if they suddenly gained the ability to turn into a dinosaur? And then have only four other teenagers like that, plus one adult raptor who likes them and is their science teacher, and one adult raptor who is an evil doctor/geneticist who hates humans, who they can confide in? Yep, babies are gonna need weekly therapy.

And it's not that Logan and Victor are awful towards them, NO. It's just a lot to put up with, having to fight mutated plants and animals from some crazy guy, and then only have insight into their abilities by your teacher who, thankfully, isn't evil. Those two also have their own ways of handling the teens/dinosaurs. Logan knows they are both, while Victor only knows they're dinosaurs. They will both try to nurture what dinosaur instincts pops up in the teens, but they go about it in different (and some similar) ways.

Logan, on the one hand, wants them to be safe, and cares about their human and dinosaur selves. He tries his best, explaining what he remembers about their species, and making sure they feel comfortable in both forms. Of course, doing that for five teenagers is a Herculean task. He does his best to be firm and gentle, and is careful to let the kids know that he understands they are young, and they want to have fun. But safety and keeping their secret secure is also important, especially with Victor involved. He mah take the kids on food hunting/foraging trips, especially if they have a predatory instinct. Snacks are available in the lighthouse, where the kids can reach them, and labeled so they know what it is and who it's for. Teaching them how to not hurt themselves by accident in Dino form is one of the many things he teaches them, alongside what is good for their diet, how to properly rest in their dinosaur forms, and what they are able to do as that dinosaur.

Victor, on the other hand, cares for the dinosaurs, but isn't aware they are actually teenagers as well. He knows they're juvenile dinosaurs, and he's aware of their species' needs and wants. He has different biomes set up in his base, suited for each dinosaur, and upkeep them. A nesting/resting ground, available water sources, trees, and an optimal climate, tailored to what he remembers was enjoyed by their dinosaur species. Food is provided, but he either sets it in there beforehand, or brings it in while the teens are asleep (assuming they were knocked out and then brought to his base). This gives him a chance to study them up close, looking over them and feeling a sense of relief and pride. He would possibly show his dinosaur form to them, if only to show he is like them, someone to be trusted.

If Victor ever found out Logan was alive, he'd be rather pleased. And possibly angry. His brother would be soon in his grasp, once he can get a hold of him. But his brother likely knew he was alive, and didn't come back on his own. He can't figure out if he's more pleased than he is upset, but he would focus on the fact he had proof his baby brother was alive and well, and he had plans to see him very soon... If only he could convince him to join him...

If he ever found out the teens weren't just dinosaurs, but were able to be human, he'd see it as reverse evolution of what happened to him and his brother. He'd find it fascinating. They were the most perfect specimens he'd ever achieved, and from how it happened, it feels almost as though he were a parent to them. If anything, that scenario would make him want to keep them in his clutches, and not let go. If he could convince them his plan was best, them maybe he wouldn't have to keep them under lock and key... but he just can't stand the idea, the possibility, of anyone hunting them or killing them. It would break him.

I guess the point is: The teens have two stressed and happy-to-help raptor dads. It's just one is small and their science teacher, while the other is a large and intimidating villain...

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #🦖Dino Squad🦕 AU #platonic yandere xmen evolution au

[pillowbo]

Tim never knew he could become corrupted this way, but here he is, at the whim of his sub's desires. Joselin lays, spread eagle on his sheets, bound by rope.

Having the superhuman ability of botanokinesis means he can manipulate any plant material. He became a freak of nature, after an expedition that he certainly wouldn't tell her about, altered his DNA, and thus he could rope her up so tight she couldn't move an inch against his bed in an instant.

They both lock eyes, Dom and sub. Despite his overwhelming power, they both know which one is in total command, that the man standing is the one bound under the other's total constraint.

"Come here, straddle me," she almost whispers.

Her voice is like honey, so gentle and soft, Tim does as he is told without hesitation. The warmth of her thighs on his makes him melt as the blond positions himself atop her, making him want so badly to sink down into her heat.

"Stay right there," she says sharply. "Just like that," her voice smooths over, "I just want to look at you."

A soft whimper catches at the back of the man above's throat.

She has already made him edge himself for over an hour while she lay there watching.

His cunt is throbbing under the wooden strap she had him masturbate with, the bulb of which is burning inside of him as it buries a little deeper when he crouches down.

His strap puts further pressure on his cunt and tdick, heavy and hot between his legs as it presses against her mons. The shock of pleasure draws a feverish whine from Tim when she ruts up against it.

"Please Josie, I can't-"

"Be quiet," she cuts him off.

She swallows, her pupils dilated as they roam his small yet quite formidably powerful body. The two fought many times. She isn't fooled by his tiny stature or cute freckles now.

They are both, perhaps for lack of better labeling in their cruel world, monsters. But they are each other's monsters, and so there must be some good in what they have.

She is on the side against humanity, after all, the side of good. Anything short of vehement opposition, thus including his neutrality, makes them mortal enemies, but that doesn't mean they can't bang one out once in a while.

"Your begging is pathetic," she says.

He growls, rutting against her slowly. That little bit of stimulation, after an hour of being edged to the brink, is nearly enough. His blush blooms up his cheeks as his breaths come out ragged.

"Tim, don't you fucking dare come," Joselin warns.

The man blows a slow breath out, his petite nose flaring.

"Come on, brat. I already ate you out five times just let me in!" he whines.

She snorts.

"Beg for it," she says lowly.

The reluctant crease between his brow makes her laugh fully. Her hair stuck in red strands against her sweat-soaked forehead, already spent and satisfied, but never tiring of those sweet, desperate moans.

"But you just said it was pathetic," he groans.

She smiles deviously and her hips sway.

"Please?" He blinks his eyes, pressing their foreheads together, gracing her cheeks tenderly. "Please," he says again.

Joselin giggles.

"Okay, you goof."

He wastes not another second, sinking his strap in her and fucking them both into a senseless frenzy. She loves the look on his face as he loses control, an animal despite his odd classification.

Tim fucks her hard into the bed and groans loudly, spilling like a geyser within moments of this much-needed stimulation, and it's enough to make both of them come hard together.

He sinks down panting, rolling off of her. Tim snaps, and the bondage is broken. Joselin wheezes and laughs from the serotonin high, and rolls her wrists as she is let free.

She appreciates the moment between them, that he would let her so near him unrestrained while still so vulnerable. They just lay there, until he gets up and snaps, and both of them are dressed again.

Like nothing happened.

He lights a cigar.

"So, same time next week?" he asks through a puff of smoke.

"Sure, if neither of us ends up dead by then," she sighs.

They pass the cigar back and forth, sharing the smoke and dragging out the moment of trust for a little while.

@bughugz Sadistic sub x soft Dom featuring my characters hope you enjoy it.

#Dom/sub #monsterfucking #vine monster #transmasc nsft #shibari #ftmlw #original characters #ftm nsft #soft Dom #bratty sub #masochist Dom #sadistic sub #it's my characters and i'll write p*** if i want to #edging kink #humilliation #denial kink #begging #pleading #whining #low fantasy #speculative fiction

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

So this fic may only be canon up to Malevolent 29, but...

I'd say some recent issues are working their way in anyway, wouldn't you? ^_^

(Fic still in progress, largely unedited, etc.)

(This scene is after so much drama, and they are wandering around the King's palace, stuck until someone decides to let them out. They're in the cookie jar for later, folks.)

(John has not benefited from hanging out with his older self, and has been nudged into some inappropriate behavior. Good luck getting him to SEE that, though.)

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Arthur isn’t okay that they’re in a glowing blue garden.

The last time they were someplace like this, things had gone very, very wrong. 

They’d fought each other - worse than they ever had, saying things neither of them could ever take back. They’d been captured, and dumped into the prison pits for months, and Arthur had defended himself against a cannibalistic murderer by committing murder and then cannibalism. None of it was okay, none of it was dealt with, none of it was a thing he’d ever want to think about again, but here they are, and John won’t stop talking.

It’s comforting. The blue light from the fungus might have some unseen properties; it’s calming, I’d say intentionally. There are benches here and there along the black gravel path, human-height, clearly designed to be inviting.

“Mm,” says Arthur.

Perhaps the fungus is better tended here, or maybe it’s merely part of the same genus, but it is a different plant. There are leaves, Arthur; leaves, and an occasional flower, unlike any I’ve known - shaped a little like lavender, but cascading down like weeping willows. The light is soft and gentle. I get the impression the walls, covered as they are in living things, might be soft to the touch. Arthur, are you listening?

“Mm,” says Arthur.

There is a pond of sorts in the center; not big enough to be called anything else, yet its clarity and stillness give an impression of great depth, says John, sounding significantly less calm. It is somehow silver in spite of the blue light; it doesn’t reflect as much as I’d expect, but remains so clear, so perfect, like the moment between breaths. The position of benches makes me think one is supposed to sit and contemplate it, perhaps think deep inside it, perhaps learn to be as still.

“Mm,” says Arthur.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

“Are you done?” Arthur wants out. He’s afraid. Deeply afraid. Keeping that barely under control with anger.

There is a pause. This isn’t like before, Arthur. We aren’t in immediate danger.

“Right. Right. Of course. Are you done?”

Another pause. Arthur. We need to talk.

“You know, John, you keep saying that, and it keeps being as absurd as it was the first time you said it. No we don’t, and we need to find Martin and his Jon. Which direction do I go?”

Yet another pause. Arthur doesn’t understand what’s going on with those. They’ve been happening since he woke up in that weird, luxurious bed.

Maybe John is consulting documentation, haha. Arthur gets the imaginary visual a manual labeled, RUINED HUMAN (MODEL: ARTHUR LESTER) INSTRUCTION BOOK.

John makes a sort of choked sound, as if he almost laughed.

“Oh, what is it now?” Arthur snaps. 

I refuse to go any further until we work some of this out! John snaps, his basso profundo bolstered by his contrabass growl.

“Are you bloody serious?”

Yes! Do you know how bad it would have been if he’d been who we feared today? Do you have any idea? And we wouldn’t have been prepared because we hadn’t talked about it!

“We most certainly have talked about it,” says Arthur in a light, pleasant voice he can barely believe he’s producing. “We already know what we would do: fight to the death. That’s all.”

NO.

Arthur stiffens. “No? No?”

John is puffing away in his head, sounding like an angry bull.

“You want to talk about it? Fine! We’ll sit here until the King changes his mind, or decides to distill us into some kind of stew, or opts to send some fucking animal after us to hunt us down for sport! Is that what you want? Fine! Then we’ll do that!” Wild with stubbornness, Arthur storms in his best guessed direction for a bench, and he rams right into one.

His shin does not thank him.

“Ow! Fucking damn it! That’s your fault.”

Arthur!

Arthur sits, well aware he’s flouncing onto the stone bench the way Faroe would during a tantrum, but utterly unable to stop. “What?” 

I can’t lose you again!

Arthur goes completely still, and John is amazed at all he can feel.

The flutter of Arthur’s heart; the twist in his stomach; the way his hand clenches and unclenches; the way his back straightens, stiffens, aches.

The way his eyes blink rapidly, because they are wet, and he doesn’t want John to know.

The taste in his mouth has changed - metallic, now, somehow an anxious flavor, and Arthur is also producing more saliva. Even his balls have tightened, as if to withdraw into his body.

Arthur exhales slowly. “You won’t lose me.”

You don’t know that! He… the King… 

“What, John?” And anger rises, narrowing Arthur’s eyes, tightening his jaw. “He did do something to you, didn’t he?”

And here was the perfect segue.

John was going to tell him about the thought-reading thing eventually, but it wasn’t a segue for that. No - this was an attempt to correct an error before it came back to bite them on the ass.

In the wake of everything, John had forgotten that Kayne threatened him with the knowledge of who the King in Yellow truly was.

John had lied about it. He had to cut the legs out from under this one before it had a chance to return.

He wasn’t even sure why he’d lied about it in the first place. Shame, maybe? Is that what this was? I need to tell you something. About the King in Yellow. About who he really is. And yes, he did do something to me. He showed me your death. Your counterpart’s death. Arthur, I… 

Arthur has grabbed John’s hand and is holding it. “That’s horrible. John, I’m so sorry. Why would he do that?”

He wasn’t trying to be cruel. He was trying to warn me. Trying to make sure we don’t make the same mistakes he did.

Arthur isn’t getting it. “What? How could you make the mistakes he did? We’re not even in his world. Fucking asshole.”

John briefly wishes he knew how to calm Arthur the way his counterpart had, then pushes the thought aside. That’s too far. That’s too much. He won’t do that. I… I lied to you, Arthur. I panicked. I didn’t want you to judge me, to… to hate me. And I lied.

Funny, how Arthur’s eyes still widen in response even though he can’t see anything out of them.

Funny, too, how the panic has ebbed, transformed into concern for John - and now, it’s getting a little prickly around the edges. “All right. When did you lie?”

About who the King in Yellow is. He is the King in Yellow, but I… 

“Is he Yellow?” Arthur guesses. “That would explain… but what happened to the original? Where is he?”

Dead. Killed by this one’s hand. But no, he isn’t Yellow.

“This one killed the King?” Arthur is staggered; then, disturbingly, he’s jealous.

It’s hard to see thoughts with Arthur like this, under waves of cloudy water and emotion, but John still gets the feeling that Arthur wishes he could kill the part of himself that must be responsible for everyone dying, everyone leaving, everything going so wrong.

John knew that was why Arthur wanted to kill Larson, why he’d gone apeshit on Uncle. Sure, he knew.

But this is a lot more self-loathing than he’d realized was there.

It runs deep. Right to Arthur’s core, and that palimpsest conversation comes back to John’s mind. That guilt is dangerous. Poisonous. Damaging.

Oh, this was not going to be allowed, no it was not, but John isn’t sure yet just how to make it stop.

“John?”

He’s waited too long again. John tells himself to focus. Arthur, what am I?

Arthur is confused. “What? You… you’re John. You’re my friend.”

I am your friend. But Arthur, that’s not what I asked you. What am I?

Arthur is genuinely confused. “Irritating?”

Arthur!

Arthur sighs and rubs his face. “I don’t know what you want from me, John.”

Yes, you do. He gentles his tone. I didn’t ask you who I was. I asked you what I was.

Arthur genuinely does not understand that John is, always was, the King, and he simply is not getting it. “Bored, maybe? John, is this really what you wanted to talk about? You said you lied.”

Fuck the gentle approach. He couldn’t stay here doing this for hours. I am the King in Yellow, Arthur - and the King in Yellow is me.

Arthur’s mind goes as blank as if he’d unplugged it from the wall. 

Arthur.

“You… what?”

John has a wicked idea.

Is it wicked, really? It’s just the truth. But saying now, when Arthur is in shock -

It will plant itself in him.

And John wants it to. The King in Yellow in this place is me without you.

“Y… you…what?” Arthur’s brain tries to start up again like a faulty engine, grumbling and stalling.

I lied because I was so afraid you’d judge me by what he’d done. That you’d… hate me for it. Arthur, I… I’m sorry.

John tells himself to stop there. Overselling it wouldn’t help.

And Arthur is tearing up properly now. “John…”

It is so damned hard to wait.

To let the seed take root.

To sit in silence and feel Arthur churning, balancing anger, betrayal, shock, love, hope, the choice of forgiveness, fear, loneliness, knowledge, against what he thinks he knows.

John hadn’t considered before how often Arthur has to choose his response in any given moment. 

There’s so much in there. So many emotions, so many conflicting beliefs, so much chaos and shame and anger. John is beginning to regret not taking the King up on the offer to just sit in Arthur’s head for a while when it was still clear.

“John. I forgive you.”

Oh, Arthur…

“I think I understand why you lied. And that you told me before I found out somehow, not because you had to, but because you chose to - that’s important. Thank you.”

Though he’s afraid now just how much he can trust John.

Though he’s afraid the King did something to make John lie.

Though he’s afraid.

Arthur, seeing what became of, me without you has…

Arthur waits.

I’m not okay.

He is, though.

Arthur is his. And while Arthur might not think of it in those words, exactly, he’s leaning into that choice.

“John.” Arthur squeezes his hand again. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m not thrilled you lied, but I understand why. I suppose you’ve seen the worst of yourself today, and it must have been frightening.”

Arthur is thinking it must be like when he saw Larson.

Oh; oh, it’s not like that.

John has zero problems with how his alternate self turned out. He can see the reasons behind every decision this other-him made.

But he’s still going to make different ones. Why? He won’t lose his Arthur. You forgive me.

“I do.”

Arthur…

“Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?”

Y… yes.

“No wonder you’ve been squirrely ever since we got here.” Arthur hasn’t risen yet. “I understand. I don’t envy you, my friend.”

You… you don’t hate me for it?

“Of course not.”

Then I don’t care about him anymore.

Arthur squeezes John’s hand reassuringly. “We might not want to tell Martin and Jon, though. This other you has… hurt that Jon. Badly. I don’t know how they’d respond, and I don’t want to have to try to protect you against Martin’s strength and Jon’s… whatever it is he does.”

Agreed. Though they already know, of course. We can keep exploring now.

“I’m ready.” Arthur stands. Now that he feels like he’s carrying John - metaphorically, not just physically - he is determined.

John can see inside that, too.

Arthur feels like he’s let down every single person he's ever known except for John. (Maybe John, too, but John is still here.) It's like he's trying to make up for a lifetime of failure with this one, good thing.

Mine, thinks John, who hasn’t missed that when doing things for him, Arthur is far more stable than when doing things for himself. Turn right. Now straight. Arthur, I think we won’t get home unless Kayne decides to send us back.

“Well,” says Arthur with a sigh. “He owes us a body, anyway. I suppose we can discuss it when he shows up.” 

The chill of fear that washes down Arthur’s spine with that is so much worse than John expected, and he peers closer.

Left me, Arthur is thinking, literally thinking, left me, leaving me again, and he doesn’t stop thinking it, and doesn’t stop remembering that moment when John left (That’s not what happened! John thinks, uselessly), when John proved that Arthur had suffered so much for no nothing, when John proved that Arthur really would always be alone, alone, alone, and Arthur may have forced John back via Kayne and capriciousness, but it was only for now because John would leave because everybody leaves, everybody always leaves, and - 

“Straight?” says Arthur, not even the tiniest hint of any of that showing up in his voice.

My Arthur is bleeding, John thinks, because he’s going to fix this, find a way to stitch this, though he doesn't know how.

He mentally shouts a thank-you to his alternate self, because he wouldn’t have known about this if not pushed to look inside.

He’s not telling Arthur about that, though. Not yet. Not for a while. He has to gather more information first. It’s logical.

Mine, he thinks again. Straight ahead.

It was not too late to turn this around.

#malevolent fic #malevolent podcast #malevolent crossover #arthur malevolent #john malevolent

[a-step-in-the-infinite-finite]

Started my oc a few days ago so maybe this will help me think of things

Questions from @the-cat-and-the-birdie

Link

This is also long af so

Name:Quante Hollyberr

Personality: Mostly chill but can go from 0 to 100 real quick

Powers: smokey psychedelic powers. Also mind control

Earth: idk yet

Are they part of the society: no but they know about it and have been a few times

Canon events: accidentally killed his parents because she thought they were clones but then they came back as clones but the parents don't know they're clones

Morals: is a baby punk but believes the government should be eliminated and is an anarcho-communist

Looks: lean, muscular in like a you wouldn't expect it type way,has dreads, a few piercings

Fashion sense: changes every single day, they can't pick an aesthetic

Hobie and oc

Relationship in 10 words or less: pretty chill, platonic makeout buddies, emotional support bros

Dynamic: close friends who are emotional support and make out but it is absolutely not romantic

If someone asks "are you dating" the response is: not really

Fave way to spend time together: crafting with each other, going to protests in each other's universes, libraries, just vibin really

Platonic, romantic, sexual, secret 4th thing: Definitely secret 4th thing. Really just vibes but could also be queerplatonic

How long have they known each other: 1.5yrs

A song that embodies their vibe: I have 3. Intimate friends by Eddie kendricks. Kiss me on my neck and I'm in love with you by Erykah Badu. Not romantic still

Nicknames: hobie to q; short stack, mushroom/shroomie(bc of the shroom thing), penguin(fave animal) q to hobie; tall ass, silver(all his piercings are silver) eclipse( reminds them of one) what they both call each other; lovely, bro, dove, sweets, dude, moonlight

Sleepovers: pretty chill. Usually watches movies, doing some diy stuff, cuddles, blanket forts, blasting music (I've never been to a sleepover idk what people do)

When do they feel safest with each other: just being in each other's presence, sleeping, fighting side by side

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How'd they meet: hobie popped over because another version of doc oc showed up that wasn't from holly's dimension. They met Q tryna fight oc and it was kinda even so hobie helped zem out.

Did they like each other right away: yes

First impression: Q; omg they're so cool, I want their gender Hobie; they seem fun

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Labels: partners. Partners in what you may ask. That's for them to know and you to guess

Do they say ily: They say I love you but both of them also say that to all of their other close friends so they mainly just show it

Do they kiss: they kiss in public bit it's like quick. They also kiss their homies so it's just like hangin w the bros

Steal kisses or make out: they make out alone but the will steal kisses

Love languages: hobie; gift giving, acts of service and physical touch quante;gift giving, words of affirmation, physical touch

Monogamous or polyamorous: both of them are polyam.

Do they have other partners: atm q doesn't but hobie does.

Marriage?: nopes it's only good for tax benefits and hobie isn't even a part of that dimension

Kids?: do plants and pets count? If human that's a future problem

Do other people know?: the rest of the spiderband, and margo do. Also holly's close friends know

Fave date spot: a pride parade

Who liked who first: holly liked hobie first

Who made the first move?: holly

Do they consider each other soulmates: kinda

Hobie and holly are on a date somewhere, someone begins aggressively flirting with hobie and being mean to Holly. What happens: Q tries to get the person to stop and if that doesn't work hobie jumps in and tells them to fuck off

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Has q ever seen hobie hurt: yes. Hobie got stabbed and came to his dimension to heal since miguel doesn't really check there. Q was terrified and anxiously searched Google for what to do after the tightly wrapped bandages. It didn't do much so he convinced hobie to let him call his aunt who's a doctor. They didn't go to the hospital and hobie let her aunt do her magic

Has hobie seen Holly hurt: yes. One time Holly was fighting a clone and the clone like grabbed her arm weirdly and dislocated her shoulder but in doing that it messed up some nerves in her lower back so and she already had like random minor back pains sometimes so now hobie kinds just helps him out though that whenever it gets really bad.

Has q seen hobie cry: whenever hobie cries, there are 3 or 4 questions q always asks first. Do you wanna talk abt it, do you need space ( if no then the last question isn't asked), do you need water, do you want a hug/ to be held? They may or may not end up talking abt it later, it just depends on the situation

Has hobie seen q cry: q has like this thing with crying where he knows it's healthy to cry but also she doesn't want to be a burden and depending on the situation that she doesn't deserve to cry so hobie asks them the same questions and then they figure it out from there. Depending on what it is, most of the time q will talk abt it

Has one of them made the other cry: not like sad tears but "you are loved tears and I hope you know that"

Highest moment: holly took hobie to meet his friends so they spent a few days in oakland doing stuff like going to abandoned buildings, the curiosity shop, a pride parade, and dumpster diving at Stanford on movie out day for free stuff. Then they popped over to atlanta and went to a gay club and did some vogueing. Went to underground atlanta for a bit too

Lowest moment: whenever Holly visits her parents it's always internal conflict because she killed her parents but they don't know that so it's like "am I the bad guy, would it be better if they knew I killed them and disowned me" and it's a downward spiral from there

How do they feel abt hobie's laces: pretty chill with them. Admires that he's willing to go that far

How do they feel about hobie killing osborn: also chill with it. Wishes she had enough tenacity to kill a public figure

First kiss: like on the lips? So after a protest in hobies dimension which consisted of tickling fascists until they passed out and then literally blasting their eardrums with music, they buried the bodies in the community garden and then q asked of they could kiss hobie out of excitement

First time: they don't participate in coital activities together

Fav moment: the hangout in oakland and atl

Weirdest date/moment: they were out by the bay just walking around and feeling the birds and one pooped on holly's head but thankfully ze were wearing a headwrap because if that had gotten in zer dreads 🫣

Most angry at each other: they both have these moments where they try to handle things by themselves when they don't have to and it's like "why won't you let me help you I'm right here"

Most terrified for each other: for q when hobie got stabbed. For hobie when q got mind controlled by a device that found a frequency where their powers can be used against them. It almost made her kill himself

What incorrect quote is their vibe: it can be either one saying this.

A: I think an hour in the dryer would fix me.

B:*stops folding clothes and stares at them*

A:*leaves the room*

B: What the fuck- Don't just walk away after saying shit like that!

B:And you're wrong! A rinse in the dishwasher is what you need!

One wants to give the other a surprise what do they do: they're both ok at keeping secrets but hobie is better than holly at it. Holly tries to get information he needs first which usually consists of him asking hobie hypothetical questions a few days at a time. Hobie tries to pry for more info but isn't successful most of the time. Holly rarely suspects when hobie is surprising them but when she does have a clue she tries to get her to let him guess what it is. Hobie doesn't tell em whether or not they get it.

How do they annoy each other: quante will constantly try to jump on hobies back while walking, will poke his arm repeatedly, will ask what they're doing when it's fairly obvious. Will bite hobie randomly. She will bite back. Hobie annoys q by resting her chin on their head while they're standing, will put his full body weight on him with no warning. Will randomly tickle them. Both of them will copy what the other is saying for hours at a time

One HAS to ne sacrificed who us It and how does the other react: ok so quante (depending on the time of day) is either terrified of death or like I can't wait. It's not really the after part zer worried abt, it's the transition part from not dead to dead. They're terrified of pain (ironic considering they're a spider person) but also they don't want anyone to be sad if they died. Hobie's like I really don't want to die but I will if I have to. If hobie died, q would feel guilty because it should've been her but she would also not do anything too drastic to herself because hobie died for her so he's gonna live for him. On the other hand if q died, before their death, they'd feel guilty for the pain they're leaving everyone with and selfish that they don't have to feel that pain because she dead. If it's a quick decision I feel like q would convince himself to do it before her brain talked her out of it

Accidental baby aquisition, what's happening: aw shit there's a child now. They will take care of it with everything they have. The baby also has a great community since it has the spiderband and q's friends. Hobie and q will hide this from miguel as long as possible. It's not that miguel wouldn't love the child but miguel doesn't know a lot about q's universe and they'd like to keep it that way.

Hobie is insisting holly give them a piercing, how does that go: holly has given herself a helix piercing and a nostril piercing and it went well ish. So when hobie is adamant that hollu gives her one she's like sure why not, first time for everything. It goes pretty well and only got infected once.

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What does q think of hobies music and do they listen to punk music: q likes hobie's music and goes to his shows. He always makes sure she has earplugs so he doesn't have hearing loss by 25. Meanwhile q had those like construction headphones because they have sensitive ears. They still go to support hobie thought. Q does listen to punk music, it's kinda just jumbled in w the rest of their music taste. But it's there.

What music does q like and does hobie listen to it: q will listen to almost anything as long as it has a catchy beat. The lyrics don't matter but if they're good that's cool. She's mainly been doing an exploration of black music so there's a lot of neo soul, afrobeat, afrobeats (yes there is a difference), funk, punk, disco, hip hop, r&b, jazz, hyperpop. Hobie's chill with most of them but she vibes with the neo soul, afrobeat, punk, funk, disco, and jazz.

Does Holly make music and does he make it with hobie: holly writes songs occasionally that they never finish. But they will help hobie with some songs or will ask them for input on a song

Any exes on either side: hobie yes, holly no

Political ideology and do they agree with hobie: after learning what anarcho-communism is and how there are better solutions than the system in place, she started doing a deep dive and hobie helped him with some research. So they agree with hobie

What's something hobie and quante disagree on: hobie isn't really a big fan of organized religion amd quante is Christian so sometimes they get into disagreements about that. Of course hobie is like respectful but thay doesn't mean they agree

Do they argue and what's that like: they don't really argue over like important things but they will have little arguments about q's music taste sometimes

How do they get over disagreements: they take some time away from each other to gather their thoughts, then they come back and try to work things out

Fave personality trait about the other: holly likes hobie's confidence and how she isnt afraid to just be. Hobie likes how easily holly can adjust to whatever's going on

Least fav personality trait about the other: hobie doesn't like how q automatically tries to blend in to situations and mirror other people. It's not a conscious thing and most of the time q doesn't even realize he's doing it. Q doesn't like how stubborn hobie is.

How do they make each other laugh: holly is a really easy person to make laugh. He'll laugh at a bug falling off the wall. It takes a bit more work to make hobie laugh. One thing they'll both do it try to mimic each other's accents terribly. Holly is horrid at mimicking hobie's accent and hobie can't get the flow of an Atlanta accent

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Are they fine with pda or do they keep it private: it's mostly private but in public and around close friends they'll like lean into each other and do quick kisses

What are cuddles like for them: they will cuddle literally anywhere. The floor, check. The couch, check. A mattress in an abandoned building, check. Once cuddling starts it takes like at least an hour for either of them to consider getting up. Most of the time there's music playing but sometimes the silence of each other is enough

What are their kisses usually like and who goes for them first: at first hobie initiated them but once hobie reassured q that affection was ok she started going for them more than hobie. Most of the time it's just soft sweet kisses but there's an occasional makeout session here and there. Those are in private

Do they hold hands a lot: yes and when they can't they're always touching each other in some way

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What's a secret they keep between them: both of them like pineapple on pizza. Everyone would have a fit if they found out

What's something they know about each other: hobie knows about holly's frequent identity crisis'. They happen less often than they used to but only hobie knows the extent of them. Holly knows about hobie's self destructive tendencies and tries to help her through them.

Do they hide anything from each other: yes. They don't need or want to know everything about each other. Also, some things don't need to be talked about and surprises are cool.

Do they fear losing each other: definitely. Hobie is terrified something may happen to quante while she's fighting clones since he's not always the best at looking out for herself. Quante has emotional attachment issues so that coupled with the fact that hobie is a spider person and the society is jacked up is already enough to terrify him

Have they ever broken up or lost contact: there will be periods when one of them just dips for a bit. It's no more than a month and most of the time they warn each other before hand

Do they playfight/playargue: definitely. At this point it should be added to the list of love languages

What's something holly can do that hobie can't: holly can hide in cabinets

What's something hobie can do that holly cant: hobie can jump to touch the top of the basketball square. Without spider powers. Like the top of the back board

How big is the height difference and how do they feel about it: hobie is a foot taller than quante and he always makes a point to bring it up. Quante is kinds used to it by now since his brother has been doing the same thing ever since he was a centimeter taler than him. But whenever being short cones in handy, she never let's hobie live it down

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How does q show he cares about hobie: info dumping is a love language. If hobie wants to info dump about literally anything, q will try to grasp as much as ze can and add it to the little information pile of hobie stuff they have in their head. Q will also just give hobie random trinkets they find on the ground or get hobie something because it made them think of her.

Something sweet q has done for hobie: had her friend teach her how to crochet a tiny dong so he could make hobie one has also gone into one of those pits at punk concerts where people like run into each other (I forgot what the pit is called) it didn't go too horribly

Has holly ever made hobie feel sappy: so after a patrol one morning holly was meeting up with hobie and on the way there he saw a baby pigeon. It wasn't in or near a nest so she loomed around for one and when she couldn't find one she took the pigeon with her to see hobie and hobie kinda adopted the pigeon and now he has a lil pigeon child. The adoption date of the pigeon is also the same as the day yall met. Hobie doesn't really keep track because multiverse time is weird and also time is a construct (does this count as sappy? I kinda forgot what it meant and can't look it up because I'm on a plane)

Does Q keep anything of hobie's around: anything hobie gives her, she keeps. Anything that reminded them of hobie they keep. Occasionally steals hobies clothes because it will be waaaay too big. Q is a hoarder, hobie amplifies this

How does hobie make quante feel: in summary, akskjejsjsjsudjshshshshdhjsjdjd. In detail hobie makes them feel safe and seen. They feel like they can just exist and not have to worry about anything. Being with hobie is freeing and calming and exhilarating

Does q have any feelings about hobie that they don't tell them about: hobie gives q an immense amount of gender envy and he constantly wants to steal his gender

How does hobie feel about q: hobie feels that q is a breath of fresh air. They aren't worried (too much) about the society around them so it's also freeing for hobie in a way. Hobie feels that the vibes are chill and there's no pressure to do anything the other doesn't want to do. It's chill, it's refreshing, it's nice

Why do the 2 of them make a good pair: both of them are similar in someway but I think their differences balance each other put and they each bring new perspectives

How do they make each other better people: hobie makes quante a better person by encouraging them to be themself regardless of what's happening around them. Quante makes hobie a better person by making sure he gets a freaking break. She has to remind them that rest is necessary and the world needs a not worn out hobie brown.

The plane just landed and this is very long lol so here are some pretty pics

Have a great day yall

#quante hollyberr #spidersona #idk what to tag things

[slasher-male-wife]

Could you write prompt 3, reader takes care of sick slasher, for a Bubba Sawyer or Billy Lenz x chubby reader. I know weight is irrelevant here but yeah. Also could the reader be gender neutral with they/them pronouns? Hope you have a nice day!✨😤

Of course anon this is such a fun prompt. I'm gonna do Bubba cause I got another prompt for Billy boy and honestly I just love Bubba. He's my sweet guy and I just can't get enough of him. I hope you enjoy this one :)

Warnings: Mentions of human meat in a cannibalistic context, strong language

You knew something was wrong when you woke up and Bubba looked horrible. He wouldn't let you take off his mask so you had to feel his hands. They're cold and clammy. Bubba looks just awful. "Bubba you're staying in bed today ok? You're sick and I don't want you getting worse. While I'm not in here take off you mask ok? I'll be back to check on you soon." You grab a change of clothes and go to the bathroom. Once you get changed you put your clothes in a basket for dirty clothes outside of the bathroom. You head downstairs and met Drayton in the kitchen. "Bubba's sick, I'll be doing his chores today." You say filling a glass with water.

"Are ya sure you wanna do that? You've already got a lot to do." He says. You nod.

"I can't let him get worse, I'm gonna take care of him and help out. Don't worry about me." You take the water back upstairs and open the door. "I'm coming in Bubba." You give him a few seconds and walk in. You set down the glass of water and give him a smile. "I'll be back up around lunch ok? I love you." He nods and signs 'I love you'. You smile and grab your boots before you leave. You put them on out in the hallway and go downstairs. First things first you have to feed the chickens and collect the eggs. Then you have to water the crops, deweed the garden, help feed grandpa, dry out the meat, make preserves and check the traps for animals. That's all of Bubbas work. You sigh and go out to the coop with a basket. You throw out the seed and the birds go walking over fast. You check the nests and collect the eggs before going back to the house and putting them in the fridge.

You fill up the watering can and go back out to the garden. You water the plants and deweed. It takes you a good 30 minutes. As you head back to the house you hear yelling. You know Chop Top and Nubbins are awake now. You push open the screen door and walk back to the kitchen to pick up grandpas breakfast. You go back out to the dining room and the twins are there, yelling at each other. You set the bowl down and pull up a chair next to grandpa. “W-w-w-wheres Bubba?” Nubbins asks. 

“He’s sick I’m taking over for his chores.” You fill up the spoon and feed it to grandpa. You swear the man is dead most of the time but when he puts his lips around the spoon and swallows you really know that he’s still alive. 

“That’s no fair. We deserve a break too.” Chop Top says. 

“All you two do is fuck around and collect roadkill. I have double the amount of chores plus I have to take care of Bubba. I’d ask you two to help but lord knows you’ll just make it worse.” You feed him another spoonful and try to get out of there as quick as possible. The rest of Bubbas chores drag on for awhile. By the time you’re done it’s almost noon. You sigh and go into the kitchen. Drayton left for the gas station awhile ago so you’re gonna have to make Bubba some lunch. You pull out a pot and fill it with chicken and bone broth, making sure to avoid the human meat. Since you’ve been living here you’ve had the boys label the meat. You heat it up and add some chicken. You chop up some carrots and herbs and add them in too. Once it’s all nice and warm you put it in a bowl and save the rest for later. You take it upstairs to Bubba. “Alright Bubs I want you to try and eat this for me ok? I know you feel awful but you’ve got to try and eat this.” He nods and takes the bowl from you. “How about once I’m done with my chores I come up and read you a book? Something to make sure you’re not too bored in here.” He nods and you smile. Alright, I’ll be back soon I promise.” You blow him a kiss and leave the room. 

Your chores consist of doing the laundry, sweeping downstairs, doing the dishes, and dust off the animal skulls. Not much but it does take a good amount of time. You start working on the laundry and think back to Bubba. The poor boy works so hard all day everyday and he rarely gets a break. He has to be alone now when he’s sick, he’s probably bored out of his mind. You also haven’t been able to spend much time with him. You settle on finishing up the laundry and going back upstairs and spending more time with Bubba. 

You eventually hang up the clothes and head back upstairs. You open the door and find Bubba sitting up in bed, happy to see you. “Hey Bubs, I’m gonna spend some more time with you. Now how about we chose something to do. We can listen to music, we can read, I can teach you how to make paper cranes or we can just talk. How about put one finger up for music, two for reading three for paper cranes and four for talking.”  Bubba thinks for a minute then holds up five fingers. “Music and cranes?” You ask. He nods. You grab some paper, a pair of scissors, and a radio. You put the radio on his night stand and tune into a station playing the Rolling Stones. You cut some paper to size and give it to Bubba. You’re sitting in a chair near his bed so he can see how to do this. You spend a few hours listening to music and making paper cranes. When the next day comes Bubbas all better

#slashers #slasher #horror #bubba sawyer #bubba sawyer x y/n #bubba saywer x reader #texas chainsaw massacre #tcm #slashers x reader #slasher comfort #slasher community #slasher x y/n #slasher content

[noro-noro-noro]

oh yeah forgot to write anything down when I first got up bc I overslept..definitely had long dreams...

summary: 1. juice spilled on me 2. ants 3. my mom's house replaced with the natural museum. nature. 3. somewhat well known science & engineering youtuber william osman left his green apple watch & blue PSI meter behind somewhere & i found it

but rn i only remember thst i was wearing this one orange ling sleeve shirt thati have & somebody backed into me and spilled soda all over me right before I had to give a speech or tour of some kind.

i remembered more & came back. me & this older lady & then a young girl maybe 6 or 7 were shrunk down to walk around in the yard. i was wondering how small we were & if other small animals wouldn't think we were prey? & then the 6 year old got devoured by fire ants. it was really messy & not clean. they went like in layers. outer layers of skin, then the meat. in osme places down to bone. most weren't. she screamed for a while before blood got into her tubes & out of her organs & then she was eaten all up except for blood. pretty horrific. there were like juicy-looking & inch long fire ants infesting the next dream too.

the next part had like a antique museum in the place of my mom's house, and my sister and I had snuck in as tour guides in training maybe but we were actually there to come to heist of sometime and we're waiting for the senior tour guide to leave us alone so we can start. however even though she was like late 60s-70s, she was pretty quick on the uptake & didn't leave us alone, instead she told us that we would have to prepare a speech about this one artist's work that they kept in this cabinet as like a trial run. fortunately we had met the artist in the last dream I had, maybe not today but she was there and she was talking to us about like her work and why she did things the way she did, so that was great! her work focus on florals and insects, and she was cross stitching them or putting them on bowls? I don't know.

anyway after this, several old people were lining up to here our speech about this artist, including some of my aunts from my mom's side. don't forget there were ants everywhere. One of them was walking along the driveway when there was like a weird quadruped animal trying to drag the stick that had a huge beehive on the end of it. it was a small animal like the size of like one of those little white bitch dogs, and it ran off as we approached, but there was definitely a big ass beehive on that stick, and apparently empty of bees? I don't know, my mom picked it up and was walking around with it stuff. there were also some seeds my sister accidentally planted in the front yard and they had some kind of importance I didn't remember what that was, they grew extremely fast into trees. they had kind of a yellow and reddish glow to them and I'm going to assume that was part of the special importance of the seeds. anyway we had like a time lapse overnight of the seeds growing up to be like 15 feet tall treat little trees already. this was important for some reason.

in the next part of the dream it started off me watching science and engineering YouTuber William Osman doing a video on his channel where previously he was damaging public property mostly brick walls with like shrapnel guns?. anyway this is the follow-up to that video where I assume some government official had contacted him and told him hey you cannot be doing that dude make it right or you're going to have to pay you to fine or go to jail or something like that I don't know this is my assumption I don't actually know what happened behind the scenes based on the second video. which one is turning his holes and craters in the wall and stuff into like modern art installations? like you know when you see those things that just have fancy labels on them like dandelion growing through cracks with a little label next to it and people like haha cute. sliding these plastic things over them and then filling them with like hot metal like a bit like a cool shape? I mean I assume it's not plastic to give you that was really hot metal. and there was also like a little booklet at the top and he set up a neat thing for when the booklet slot was empty it would like tilt back into the machine and then pop back out with more booklets in it out.

anyway then after the video ended I was in that area, around the time of his like convention or whatever that he's trying to get going, will not trying because it's exceeded last year so the convention thing that you did have going except this was a hotel near it where I was also supposed to be meeting some of those old people from the second dream to discuss something or other I don't know. I was walking around and I saw that thing to go away from the video how does this booklet thing work anyway the camera angle didn't show very much in the videos I'm going to like push it into back out to see what it does, and then this green watch and like blue handheld PSI meter we're on top of the machine and I was like oh I remember seeing those on his wrist from his YouTube videos. should I like try and contact him through his giant discord server or have one of his mind contact him in case you still in the area and you can come back and get them? nah that's too much effort I will just leave it with the hotel receptionist and then drop a message in the server or something like that after I've done this meeting.

meeting with the old people was completely unremarkable. don't remember a single thing about it. as I was getting up to go the YouTuber himself was like in the lobby like yo are you the one who dropped this off? and I was like yeah that's me I'm just glad they got back to you again, I recognize them from YouTube video ,and he was like awesome thank you so much! if you want I can like sign your shirt or whatever and I was like okay sure. I was wearing some kind of dark green t-shirt that I've never owned in real life, and my only other article of clothing at the time was the really fancy shirt that I had to wear to the meeting that I immediately changed out of afterwards, so I was like yeah just I don't know sign this shirt or whatever except he couldn't find out like a way to do it somehow? at one point he like picked me up and shook me above his head like I'm in a goblin and he was trying to dump all the items out of my inventory but it didn't work. in the end I was just like you can just sign something and give it to me and I'll be like wow my memory of when I helped a kind of famous person that one time, so he signed the release form that he had to do to get his stuff back from the hotel and handed that to me okay great.

then I was trying to put that piece of paper fold it up between my laptop, but suddenly all of my laptops were weird! they could fold up really small! they had broken pieces of sticking out! and there were multiple of them that I had to sort through to be like which one is actually my laptop? why are these also small and flimsy? where's my laptop I had stickers on it and everything? in the end I found one that I think was it so I put the piece of paper between the lid and the keyboard to make it not fold up so much. I think that pretty much it, there might have been a little more but like if I find it I'll come back and edit this again. bye

#dreams

[astaroth1357]

*me imagining someone else in the attic/locked up/hates humans*

Me talking to a friend who does not know the game: so imagine if it was someone else in the attic-

Friend: what?

*Switches to Tumblr*

How in character do you think this would be

Please don't feel obligated to answer or even read this if you don't want to. I just typed this up and wanted to share is all

So imagine if someone else hates humans

Lucifer ignoring certain things as long as the human is not visually hurt or if it could be played of as MC being a drama queen, subtly pushing more work to stress out MC to make them go home, any 'negative' traits of theirs is used as a reason on how humans and demons not being compatible(he would either be ignoring the lilith situation/not knowing about the bloodline) overall just trying to make their experience as horrible as possible without there being anything that would portray the devildom as being at fault, assuming MC is related to Lilith and he finds out he... Doesn't feel bad per say but regrets how distant MC is

Mammon, assuming he's in charge of them would conveniently forget to give them stuff or remind them of literally anything. He would steal their stuff as well as maybe even planting stuff on them and try to blame them for something he clearly did, maybe some quips on how if they can't handle it they should just go home or something, Lilith reveal had him feeling so bad he pampers the heck out of MC or if MC gone home and it's his fault while he knows, well everyone is mad at him now including himself

Leviathan would probably just ignore them and if forced to interact call them rude anime terms and become a otome game villain(ironic right?) Perhaps he may end up being one of the easier ones to turn around as certain traits would endear MC to him, probably wouldn't make them make a pact with Mammon and instead use a cliche plan from something he watched that kind of worked but didn't? Post Lilith reveal he's now MC's best friend

Satan would definitely be on house arrest somewhere, he did NOT act pleasantly at the fact there were going to be humans in the devildom after calming down he does something similar to what belphie did with more success or he ruins it by raging at them, the lilith reveal doesn't cause any change for him

Asmodeus would be like a popular girl from a movie, insult upon insults with masterful crowd control with cronies at every corner ready to pounce, MC would not have a good school life with him around(the lilith reveal, assuming MC is related to her) his actions cause literal whiplash in the school as everyone's trying to figure out why he's acting like this and blames MC(lilith is not allowed to be public knowledge) actual attempts on MC's life

Beelzebub isn't really that bad, he just ignores you and does his best to prevent the brothers from getting to close to you, maybe some mention of him eating a person around you now and then or how tasty you look. Lilith reveal makes him really guilty and sad and even sadder when he realizes MC isn't very comfortable around him

Everyone knows how Belphegor reacts

Why would Solomon hates other humans?

Simeon wouldn't be here if he hates humans but here we go. Any vaguely sinful act done either in his presence of that he hears about incites lectures and sermons that end up talking about completely different sins MC probably didn't do. Constantly there to 'correct' MC. If he has to stay near a human may as well make them as angelic as possible. Post Lilith reveal either has them laying off on the lectures(Angel blood) or he gets even 'harsher' on them as they may as well be a demon themselves

Luke. Why would he hate them??? This is not allowed Luke stays Luke and would instead defend MC religiously against whoever hates humans and gain an even worse view of demons. Simeon's lectures confuse him like a bag full of salt labeled sugar you can tell there's something wrong but it doesn't look wrong

Barbatos is the symbol of subtly. Take that as you will

Diavolo. Does not make sense he would start this exchange program if he hates humans. Would either not have humans there or they would be there as... Well it wouldn't end pretty

Oh my, this is a doozy...

I think your reactions would hold pretty true, given how they reacted to the Lilith reveal before (minus Satan, but there's a lot of weirdness around him and the Lilith thing anyway).

I think if any of them were to hate humans like Belphie, most likely candidates would be:

Lucifer, for kind of the same reasons

Beelzebub, ditto but to a lesser extent

Levi, but more out of jealousy (humans hog all the good anime merch and release dates after all)

And Satan, I dunno. Just cause. I mean he's the most demonic out of all of them, in a way he has the LEAST reason to like them. Corrupting humans is kind of in his DNA.

Simeon hating humans (or at least being more critical of them) is an interesting idea to me, but I think the game is kind of staging Raphael to be that kind of angel.

And a weird part of me would love the irony of Barbs hating humans, but "helping" Dia with his outreach program anyway. With his time powers, he could sabotage it in all sorts of ways... Damn, I still wish this game had a villain... Oh well. I like sweet Barbs anyway. 😊

#obey me #obey me asks #obey me headcanons #long post

[angelsswirl]

Dodging Angels

Jumpman

Ratings: M (Language)

Wrd Cnt: 1k+

Chapter Song: Jumpman by Drake, Future

"Good morning, Jennie. I am scheduling a meeting between us at 12:45pm today. And as you know, to be on time is to be late, and to be early is to be on time. But not too early, because that's just annoying. Have a nice day." Jennie groaned loudly as she listend to the voicemail.

Joel had called her at four in the morning. She's not sure if he expected her to actually answer or not. It was hard to tell with him. His expectations of Jennie were...all over the place to say the least.

It was now 10 in the morning and Jennie could barely see past her own nose. 10 in the morning was definitely too early to be listening to anything Joel had to say.

The brunette woman let out another sigh of exhaustion before rolling off of the king-sized bed.

She gets very close to falling but catches herself on her nightstand. Her feet tap around for her slides. After stubbing several toes, she locates her shoes and slips them on.

Her eyes were still partially closed as she padded throughout the large house. She stumbled into the kitchen with a hand over her face to shield her from the bright natural light entering from the skylight.

"SURPRISE!"

"WHAT THE FUCK!?"

Jennie opened her eyes quickly. Her hands reaching for the nearest sharp object. She looked around the large kitchen only to be hit in the chest with a small giggly child.

"Morning, Nini." Jennie frowned at her little sister. "You swore. That means you owe me five bucks."

The older brunette picked up the 7 year old and sat her on her hip, "Hmm. I'll think about it. Where's mom?"

"I'm here, honey. I told Chelle not to scare you, but you know she's...excitable."

Jennie's mother entered the room wiping her hands on a rag. Jennie looked past her to make sure there weren't any other surprise family members hiding out in her house.

Rachelle bounced in Jennie's arms. She gently put her hand on Jennie's cheek to plant her attention back on the small girl.

"Mommy and I came to see you go to work today. I want to press all the buttons again."

Jennie looks to her mother for clarification. She smiled softly, "She begged and pleaded to see you this weekend. I told her if she got straight A's on her report card then we would see if she could go to the studio with you."

"You got straight A's on your report card, Peanut?" Rachelle smiled brightly and nodded her head. Jennie spun the girl around in excitement.

"That's great, Chelle. I'm so proud of you. And you're in luck. I have to see Joel in like an hour and after that I have session with another artist."

The girl squeals in excitement.

"You and Mama wait here while I go talk to Joel, okay?" Rachelle pouted but did as she was told.

She was a well mannered child, very animated, but well mannered nonetheless.

She was the whole reason Jennie got into this business in the first place. To make sure she didn't have to grow up in the poorest part of Oakland like she did.

Jennie was 17 when Rachelle was born. It had just been her and her mother in a rundown, musty one bedroom apartment up until that point. She had seen too much growing up in that neighborhood. Things she wouldn't dare let Rachelle see.

She had never been particularly good in school, and leaving her mother with a newborn definitely wasn't a choice. So she started to sing on the corner in front of the corner store at the end of her street. Lisa had given her the idea, getting signed to a record label the year before. And on the day before Rachelle's third birthday, Joel heard her.

To this day, Jennie still has no idea what Joel, his Armani suit, and coiffed hair were doing on the wrong end of Oakland, but she's not going to bite the hand that feeds her.

Joel stood with his back to Jennie. He stared out of his office window with his phone to his ear. The view of the Los Angeles skyline bathed in the early afternoon sunlight reflected in his Calvin Klein glasses.

Jennie knocked lightly on the door frame to catch his attention. He turned slightly then quickly ended his call.

"Good afternoon, Jennie. I hope we can have a nice productive conversation and get you into that studio with Y/N as quickly as possible." Joel sat on the edge of his desk, his leg crossed over the other.

Jennie nodded along. She wasn't in any type of rush to see you, but she did very much want this meeting to go by as quickly as possible.

"Magnificent. You're single, right?"

"...Uh yes..."

"Just as I thought. I assume you enjoy your coworker's, Y/N, presence. You haven't thrown her across the room, and for you that's a wonderful feat." Joel chuckled at his own words.

"Well I wouldn't say we get al-"

"Great! To promote both of your upcoming album releases, the label and I decided you two should begin a relationship."

"Excuse me?" Jennie frowned deeply. This was an incredible turn from what she thought this meeting would be.

"Y'know, a publicity stunt. Y/N and you dating would be great exposure for the both of you. The general public loves romance."

"No."

"Look at this. She liked literally all of your instagram posts. She is definitely into you. So now you need to date her. It's just a publicity stunt. Stop getting your boxers in a twist."

"I've been an asshole to her this entire time, even if I wanted to do this she wouldn't say yes." Jennie tried to explain.

"That's the thing. You don't really have a choice. Again, I already talked to the label and they think it will work wonders for promoting the album." Joel places his hands on hips.

"I-this isn't my aesthetic, Joel. My whole schtick is fuck bitches, get money! That's what people keep coming back for. I can't do that if everyone thinks I'm hitched!"

"Not anymore. They love the settled down romantic look now. There were focus groups and everything. Stop arguing, Jennie. It's not like you even need to tell her. It will be more authentic that way. Besides, this won't last long, just until both of your albums come out." Joel insisted. The more Jennie resisted, he seemed to become that much more aggressive.

"Fuck. What if she finds out? I'm going to look like the worst person on the planet."

"She's not going to find out, Jennie! What are you scared of? You'll fall in love with her? Is that what it is?"

"No! You really are losing it. If you fail to see the problems with this I don't know what kind of person that makes you. But whatever, it's obvious I have zero choice in my own life. If this comes back to bite me in the ass, it's your fault, Joel." Jennie glared at the man. She walked out of the room without a glance back.

#jesssica's fanfic #blackpink fanfic #blackpink #Dodging Angels #jennie fanfic #jennie x reader

[outoftimewriting]

Imagine (based on the incomplete fanfic Son of the Underworld) (Son of Hades! Percy AU) (5/5) or (5/10)

Hey so, this is the last part of PJO - I follow into HOO, so before you read this, check on the masterpost - and read the warnings before proceeding :)) Good reading!

Annabeth comes to him, at the end of his fifteenth birthday party, and shows her Daedalus laptop. There's a document open in it, and it's labeled Achilles' Curse.

Percy doesn't read it - he hates reading, in any way or form or language - but she does, out loud.

"I'll think about it"

They have a year. Most of them, even those who aren't year-rounders, are going back to camp, to draw battle plans and stock on the armory.

He feels kinda selfish - for a whole five seconds before he remembers he'll probably die next summer, so he just shrugs it off - Percy deserves this year.

They all leave to go back to camp. Nico seems conflicted over something - but Perseus doesn't question it, there's enough bad blood between them.

Paola is really cool - and Sally really loves her. It's kind of bizarre at first, to see his Mom dating his teacher - and of a subject he hates - but Paola is calm and well-tempered and she laughs at his stupid ass jokes.

He visits Persephone afterward - and it really feels like he has three moms to fulfill his lack of a father - well, he is absolutely grateful for the women in his life.

Percy isn't truly in good terms with his father. The man doesn't really seem to care much for him as a person - he is much more of a trophy son.

Perseus loathes being a trophy son, but at least he has someone to help with his powers - not something a lot of half-bloods can claim.

So he goes back to school with Rachel, and they pretend everything is normal. He tells her about his quests - all three of them. He thinks she understands him better now.

He opens up to her. Tells her about Annabeth - the adrenaline-fueled kiss - and Rachel stops talking with him for a week.

She apologizes when she comes back. She needed to figure some things up - firstly, the redhead tells him she is probably asexual - and maybe aromantic too, but she is not certain because the internet wasn't really clear about that.

Then Rachel confesses that she is not jealous of him in a romantic way - she is envious of his friendship with Annabeth. Percy is her first genuine friend that really appreciates her.

This is the first grudge Perseus lets go for real before it even takes place - Rachel didn't leave him because of teenage drama, she ignored him out of confusion. Everyone is allowed space - he knows this better than anyone.

They don't kiss anymore. Not because Rachel doesn't like it - no, she is all for it - but because Percy is starting to think kisses should mean something - he is saving them.

They kiss once - when Rachel father calls for the first time this year - not to ask about her, but to tell Rachel he found this amazing all-girls school. To Percy, kisses mean comfort.

They cuddle a lot, though. These past few years of fear have made Percy very touch-starved.

It's sophomore year - and Percy is in five AP classes: Macroeconomics&Microeconomics, Statistics, Calculus AB, Physics 1, and Comparative Government and Politics.

He is planning on taking both AP Computer Science classes, Psychology, Physics 2, and Calculus BC next year; leaving only Electricity&Magnetism, Mechanics, Chemistry, and World History for his senior year.

If he lives, he is working on a tight schedule here. He doesn't know what he wants yet - and if he is in constant danger, it's already pretty lucky he can do high school - but probably something with Math.

Rachel says fourteen AP courses are ambitious - that he'll burn out. But math comes to him easily enough - it's in his blood.

She is also overworking: She is taking AP Environmental Studies, Art History, Drawing, 2-D Art and Design, and English Literature and Composition.

They complete each other. Rachel is planning on taking as many Art, History, and English courses as she can - he is taking as many Physics, Math, and Science as he can handle.

(She is also going to take on Japanese studies for some reason - probably for her GPA, but Perseus just teases her that she is getting too invested in anime)

Perseus doesn't care about languages anymore - the only languages that matter to him are C++ and JavaScript now.

They study together, they take naps together, they climb to the roof together, they flee school to visit Sally together - he is the Pinky to her Brain, the Scooby to her Shaggy, the Lois Lane to her Superman, the Robin to her Batman.

They look like troublemakers - They are honor roll students, but she is always with ripped pants dirty with paint, and he is always full of flowers everywhere, even in his muddy converses - a cliche to kill all cliches.

They're both nerds - he is the classic one, all polo shirts now, the first chair for every number-related class - and she is the artsy one - there's a brush behind her ear and her hair is so messy that half the time it covers her face.

Paola gifts him a pair of cheap frames without lenses once - saying it adds to the aesthetic - he totally uses them.

Persephone just makes him flower-crowns, and giggles when he matches them with his polo shirts.

When winter comes, he goes back to his hoodies and sweaters and gloves - to find out he doesn't miss them a lot.

Rachel introduces him to polaroids - and they look eerily pretty in the winter, her hair looking like blood spilling over the snow - and he loves it.

If he survives - he can feel Rachel slapping him - when he survives, his college credits will be remarkable. The idea of doing SATs makes him want to cry - reading always does - but he'll get somewhere good - he knows it. Perhaps Stanford. Or NYU. Or the dream of his life, MIT.

He is living his life to the fullest - he starts reading comic books, he gets really (really) into Tony Stark once Iron Man 1 comes out (even if he has to kill at least three monsters just to go to the movies), he plants trees and Rachel starts teaching him how to play her ukulele - but half his mind is still on the upcoming war.

Christmas vacation comes - and he goes to visit Camp Half-Blood, before heading back to his mom. It's quite memorable, if only by the fact that Nico Di Angelo freaking betrays him.

He tells Percy to come to the Winter Solstice with him. Most of the campers are not going - the war effort is in an all-time high - but Percy has never gone before. Hades will be there - it'll be great!

Perseus should absolutely be less surprised with the outcome - seeing that Nico is inviting him in Cabin 1, post-dinner, and they don't even stop to talk to Chiron about it.

But Percy goes. Because Percy wants to make amends.

There's no time to really talk to anyone. They travel in Blackjack for the Empire State Building - and it's fine.

They go up to Olympus, Nico shows him everything in the god's land, the temples are a work of art, if not kind of old, and the meeting is kind of okay, even if the gods are squabbling children.

Then the gods leave, and Perseus thinks they're leaving too.

"My father needs a word with you"

Perseus feels the betrayal claw on him. There are no shadows in the white hall, there's no way for him to escape. Nico looks apologetic - Percy wants to clock him in the face.

"He promised to tell me more about my mother" Nico pleads "He will tell me more about where I've come from. Please, Percy."

Nico is cute. He is, for a soon-to-be fourteen-year-old. But his pretty face and exquisite white eyes don't make him any less of a freaking liar. All his handsome male straight friends betray him - it's a worrying pattern now.

He muses for a second that they also all have a crush on Annabeth - gods, the blonde attract the worst types.

It's double-crossing - Percy ends up in an all-white cell that burns his retinas without any weapons because Zeus wants praise in the middle of this freaking war - doesn't matter if a hundred demigods die, if he only has the glory.

Nico ends up with barely any information - Zeus didn't promise anything. The god of the skies is a lying-ass motherfucker - literally.

And Zeus justifies it - He says Perseus is a criminal because he awakened Typhon. So Hephaestus issues a quest so he can save a hundred demigods, he destroys a powerful titan weapon of doom, and he is the villain? Sure, Jan.

Perseus writes this grudge in his heart - that's where trust will take you. To a cell. Betrayed by a "friend". Again.

He flinches when Nico comes into his cell, pins him to the wall and promptly begins to try and strangle him. He wants to melt in the boy's shadow - to go and never give him a chance to explain - but he looks so guilty Percy waits for his repentance.

The son of Zeus saves him, but Perseus is still pissed off. The god of thunder has threatened to kill him off at least two times now, what is to say he wouldn't have killed off Percy for the sake of glory?

He half hopes Zeus had killed him off. The war is close, too close - Nico wouldn't be the Prophecy's child. There would be no child. Olympus would fall - and Percy would have seen it all from his very comfortable couch in Elysium.

He wants Kronos gone - but he kind of wants Olympus to fall with the Titan.

Nico flies him down to the Earth - the elevator is monitored. Zeus has left, like many others - not to bother with the war effort against his main enemy, but to go to the human world mess with people.

Some gods are doing something - He has heard from Annabeth that Artemis is leading the widest hunt ever, with her brother by her side; Hermes (with Hephaestus help) is delivering Celestial Bronze, other metals, old schematics and a whole lot of fuel to Camp Half-Blood every few weeks; Poseidon is fighting his own war, in the ocean; Dionysus is at Camp - and this time, he is really helpful with the battle formations; Demeter is on the Underworld - Chiron seems to think his father is preparing for war, but Percy sorely doubts it.

Percy is taking some people with him to Sally's Christmas dinner. Just Annabeth, Clarisse, Rachel, Connor, Travis, and Charles - people who don't have a present family to celebrate it with.

Grover is coordinating the dryads up in San Francisco with his second cousin, Gleeson Hedge - they are the first to fall if anything goes wrong in Mt. Othrys.

"I think you should stay." He tells Nico.

"You don't trust me anymore." It's not actually a question.

Percy doesn't trust the boy. Not at all - it's the third time he does something shady to achieve his ends based on emotional turmoil. But he is a good person - it's just his father's cursed temper and his grief.

"It's not that. You're needed for the war effort."

Both of them know it's a lie. Percy doesn't care - he deserves to be bitter a little longer.

Percy goes back home. Christmas is amazing - even if Rachel asks him where Nico is because he is talking about making amends with the boy for a while now.

He goes visit Persephone - but she is occupied, so he wanders through the Underworld after Bianca di Angelo - someone he, for some reason, never been able to reach. It's a pointless endeavor by now.

He finds her. Or else, he finds a shadow of her - she is blocked from his view. Bianca doesn't talk to him - they weren't close - but she guides him to a girl.

Her name is Hazel Levesque.

She seems lost - like most ghosts - but something in Percy calls for her. It's the color of her skin and the sparkle in her golden eyes - Hazel remembers him of himself.

He promises to visit more - even though he doesn't think she'll remember it - and leaves to go back to the surface - he will finish the sophomore year.

And Percy does. After a very distressing break, he is doing his best. His grades drop a little in English because he can barely focus - half his mind is on the war and Nico's betrayal and Hazel Levesque's golden eyes.

Miraculously, his GPA doesn't fall - he still is taking a ridiculous amount of AP classes, and barely has time to breathe - dark circles grow under his eyes, and he looks like a mess - but now he is a Junior.

That's why, as soon as the year ends, Rachel takes him on a road trip with Connor. They go all the way to Boston, then Portland, Quebec, Montreal, Ottawa, Syracuse, Baltimore, and Filadelfia, before going back to NY.

They are stopped five times by the police - because Percy is black, and it's Rachel driving the Camaro, because she has a learner's permit and Connor is, somehow, an approved license holder.

They are on a pier, enjoying the view of the beach. They did the last week alone because Connor wanted to go check on one of his cousins - at least, that's what he said, with an over-exaggerated wink that both Percy and Rachel ignored for the sake of their sanity.

She tells him about Clarion Ladies Academy - but that her father is at least mildly happy with her GPA this year, even if he disapproves of her Art focused AP classes. Percy thinks Mr. Dare would love him, with his APs on Economics and Politics, if only he was rich. And white.

This time, when Charles Beckendorf arrives in a Pegasus to tell him it's time, Rachel doesn't kiss him - she justs hugs him and makes him promise to call her.

Perseus doesn't go to the Andromeda Ship - he is needed in Camp. He is useless on the water - but they do need him to improve battle strategy.

Charles Beckendorf is dead. Thalia is the one to tell them - she was in her father's palace helping with a monster under her Lady's orders - he went on the mission alone.

Percy talks briefly with Beckendorf's ghost - is his worst developed power, and he can barely hold the "seance" for more than a few minutes. He does it with only Nico di Angelo for witness - the others are the way to close to the situation.

There's a spy passing information to Luke.

They look at him. Doesn't matter how much he does, he is always the first suspect - he is a son of Hades. He was friends with a lot of people on the other side. He was gone for a year and a half, who knows where.

Perseus wants to say that he has helped to save their asses four times now - that without him in the Labyrinth, they would all be dead right now - and that Charles was basically his older brother.

Then he points out he wasn't even here - he had no idea of any plans of anything - and he told him about the spy, so he is not the freaking spy, go point fingers at each other instead of him.

When they start yelling, he stops them - this is not the time, he was just angry at their accusations. They have to burn Charles shroud. Silena is inconsolable - Percy is not very far from it, but he is not a public crier. The last time he cried in public, Luke was dead on a cliff.

Percy speeds up the line for Elysium to Beckendorf - his brother deserves it.

They read the prophecy together - Perseus already read it last summer, he doesn't even care anymore. They look at him anxiously - no one has forgotten that he abhors most of the gods.

Clarisse and Michael Yew fight, but Lee Fletcher - with a mechanical arm built by Beckendorf himself, still re-learning how to shoot arrows and forever incapable of playing the guitar again (but the keyboard is not ruled out yet) - stops them: They can share the chariot. The war is more important - is not the time for petty fights.

Chiron shows them Typhon - and Perseus has a sliver of hope that they can destroy Kronos and be free of the gods at the same time - It's a horrible hope, because he loves Persephone and some of them are even okay sometimes, but he really wants Zeus to go to Tartarus for at least a century, so Perseus doesn't meet him again in this life.

But he also wants the gods to win, because there's a lot of dead people - innocents, people who have nothing to do with this war.

He dreams of Rachel. Rachel is painting Luke - and Percy wakes up crying, for the boy the gods took away.

Annabeth takes him aside and reminds him of Achilles' Curse. He is off to May Castellan's house - the last place Luke has been - for it's his best and only chance, its what Annie thinks. And she is scarcely wrong.

Perseus hates the gods. They wrecked a family - and for what? May Castellan - forever waiting for a son that will never come back, haunted by visions of his future, plates of burned cookies everywhere.

Perseus doesn't pity her - he rages against the gods, who brought madness upon this woman and then left her to it. Where was Apollo, the god of health? Dionysus, who is supposed to control mental health? Artemis, whose job is to protect women?

Hestia is kind - but she is still a goddess. She could've prevented this - but she hides in her hearth and abstains - and that's enabling. Hestia enables the other gods to do as they please, even when she is the oldest. She says they ignore her - oh well, she ignores them right back! He has no time for the laments of another all-powerful being.

So he goes to his mother and asks for her blessing. Then, just to be sure, he asks Persephone's too.

He thinks about his anchor - where does he want it to be in his body. He doesn't want somewhere in his back - where he can't see it - or in his gut - where anyone can stick a sword. He settles for the bottom of his back - where he can at least touch it and it's well protected by armor - and dives.

Perseus hates water - and he has an uncanny fear of drowning. He feels pain - everywhere, horrible pain.

His vision now doesn't have Annabeth's face - the blonde is his link to the demigod world, Persephone is his link to the Underworld and his mom is his link to childhood - but the person who grounds him is Rachel.

He is stronger. He feel his powers at his fingertips - Perseus feels the Underworld as a whole, and it's overwhelming.

Green flames explode from his hands. Flowers made of shadows curve around his ankles - he has been training since he was 12, but now his body can sustain all of his power. This is all his.

He goes meet with his father - Perseus manipulates him. He tells Hades he'll be the hero, but the god himself can be praised for more than being his father. That he should join the battle against Typhon - That's his chance of proving himself. Also, there's less paperwork for him if there are fewer dead people.

His father is amused with his blatant bribing, but he thinks about it, Percy can tell. In a way or another, he excuses himself and goes back to the surface where he is needed.

Persephone stalls him. She asks him to stay, just for this night. He can go back in the morning - he sleeps, and dreams of Rachel again, drawing in the sand. In greek.

He is scared for her - she is having demigod dreams, but she is mortal. Something is wrong.

Typhon is getting worse - and Kronos draws closer to NYC. It's time - he calls for Blackjack and leaves - Mrs. O'Leary, who has become more or less of a mother to his own hellhound, follows. Persephone promises to convince Hades.

They have about sixty campers able to fight heading for the Empire State Building, and five healers. The ones too young to lift a sword or string a bow stayed back at Camp with Argus - fifteen children between 5 and 9 years old.

Percy knows he looks different - he looks just like his father. He has gained a godly aura - he has no scars anymore, no imperfections. Perseus looms over all of them - he went from 5'7'' to 6'2'' - it's a weird view, from up there. It's still strange when they look at him with a mix of fear and admiration.

Perseus Jackson is officially their leader. He hates Olympus - but he will give his life to defend every single one of his demigods.

The vision Hestia shows him just makes him want to tear this throne room with his bare hands - Luke was a kid. He was a kid - and the gods corrupted him. Thalia was a kid - and the gods took her life, twice. Annabeth is still a kid - they all are - and she is here planning battle strategies.

Annabeth missed an extra year of formal education - while Percy is a Junior, Annabeth barely qualifies for a Freshman - because the gods took this from her too.

Percy rages. The ground of Olympus trembles beneath him - he wants to kill something.

Then Hermes appears - like this whole war is not his fault in the first place, the literal bastard - just to relay a message from Athena that gives them a plan that Annabeth was already putting into works and tells Percy to stay away from Annabeth.

Like she cares. Like Athena has ever, ever, done anything for Annabeth.

Perseus can't punch Athena, so he punches the messager (also, because he freaking guilt trips both of them about Luke). He has nothing to lose - he is going to die by the end of the day anyway, and they need him too much.

He has punched a god before - Ares, in a desert in the middle of Los Angeles - but this time, it's satisfactory. He feels good after it.

Hermes seems strangely resigned - He feels guilty about Luke too, but Perseus doesn't think it's enough. It'll never be enough, not while the gods leave their children to rot in a cabin of rejects and May Castellan bakes cookies for a son that will never come back.

Hermes leaves, ashamed. It's only fair, Perseus thinks. They all should be ashamed.

They see the city asleep - the prophecy is in the works.

Perseus executes their strategy - every cabin is covering a tunnel, with the exception of Dionysus, because Pollux is with the Demeter kids, and the Hecate kids stay behind to use spells to overlook the city. Lincoln Tunnel is getting covered by Ares - who, this time around, is actively participating.

The undetermined who didn't desert are with Hermes - and the minor god's children are divided by specialty - most Hypnos and Morpheus children follow him directly, but the two sons of Iris go with the Apollo Cabin.

Annabeth executes Plan 23, automatons, mounting on Mrs. O'Leary (who has strict orders to take Annabeth anywhere she wants without stopping to play around) - she doesn't need his help with this, and Percy has a tunnel to defend.

That left the rivers uncovered - until Thalia appears, with magical sand money, and made the rivers cooperate.

The hunters join the Aphrodite kids - who are half a dozen children between 11 and 19 - the oldest being Silena Beauregard, who uses a crossbow that looks exactly like her immortal half-brother's one.

His bridge is completely covered on skeletons - but no monster comes, even if he hears explosions. He leaves an English Lieutenant from the Battle of Yorktown in command of the bridge - with Tyene, the oldest daughter of Morpheus, to be in alert and don't let Clovis sleep through the battle. Because he did it before - and while it is funny, it can't happen right now.

Perseus mounts Blackjack - and go see where the noise is coming from. It's the Williamsburg Bridge - where are most of Apollo's Cabin.

They fight - and Percy almost cries when he sees Luke, who is not Luke anymore. Luke, who is a puppet controlled by Kronos.

Perseus kills the Minotaur and the weight of his stone spikes collapse the bridge - and Michael Yew dies. This time around, the bridge falls silently into shadows, and he doesn't bother about searching for the corpse - he saw the boy falling, and his screams will haunt all of them, forever.

This time around, Annabeth is not there to protect him - Ethan also doesn't try to kill him. The Son of Nemesis doesn't leave Kronos side for a second - but there's regret in his eyes.

After the bloodlust is gone, Perseus collapses - Will has to bride carry him back. Overuse of his powers - he summoned skeletons and produced shadows, melted enemy swords (with the bonus of incapacitating them without killing), and sprouted stone spikes everywhere - there's even a vine or ten that he used to hold his friends from falling.

Perseus doesn't sleep quickly enough to not hear the yell of anguish that comes from Lee Fletcher - the pain of losing a brother and not being able to fight beside him.

But he does sleep - and he dreams. He dreams of Hades killing Maria Di Angelo, not Hera, like Zeus told Nico. He dreams of Zeus cursing the Oracle - and he seethes, because he also sees what happened to May Castellan.

He keeps getting angrier and angrier at the gods - it's building inside of him. But his friends are still here, still fragile. He can't let them suffer more.

Perseus wakes up, checks on everyone - most everyone is either injured and/or exhausted, but he checks on every camper. He knows all of their names, their ages, their cabins. - and promises to sit up to talk with Thalia and Nico - war makes him prone to peace - and promptly goes back to sleep.

He dreams of Rachel. He wants to scream for her not to come: but she'll anyway.

Perseus dreams of a boy. He is his age - maybe a little younger. His hair is blonde and his skin is whiter - but Percy glances at his eyes, and there are waves in them.

There's a girl by his side - she is familiar to Percy, somehow. They're climbing a mountain.

The dream ends and Percy can't make heads or tails of it. He asks Thalia if she has a brother, but she says that she doesn't, looking wistful.

Prometheus is tempting - but he knows there's no Luke anymore, there's only Kronos. And the gods are horrible, vile and immature - but they never killed any of Percy's friends. Some of them died for the gods - but never by their hands, so for now, Perseus would toe the line.

He does want to punch Hermes again. He takes the Pythos - if everything goes wrong, he will not hesitate in going down for the sake of his friends - but there have been six deaths, and it's enough.

"Was it worth it?" He asks Ethan.

"Alabaster is alive" And it's all the answer Percy needs.

He dreams of Ethan and Alabaster. Alabaster is alive, yes, but he is missing half a leg - courtesy of Clarisse herself. Luke - Kronos - is indifferent, and Ethan curses the daughter of Ares - "The sword that took from us will take from you"

He contains Hyperion with his shadows. Then he helps Grover (who was half asleep, because of Morpheus) to make the Titan into a tree. It's a pomegranate tree - then he sets hellish fire to it and sacrifices it to Hades and Persephone.

A pig is in the sky - this time around, Annabeth and her frightening army of automatons kill it with Nico's help.

Perseus laughs - because Annabeth has about two hundred automatons under her command, Martin Luther King and Alexander Hamilton leading the charge with a giant bull being ridden by the Mad Hatter behind them.

It's weird to see historic figures Percy admires - like Jane Bolin, Sylvia Mendez, or Abraham Lincoln - fighting alongside people he downright despises - Thomas Jefferson and the goatfucker, herpes-ridden, Colombus. His Comparative Government teacher would have a field day.

Annabeth and Nico's pair up is amazing - They fight alongside like they have been doing it all life.

Nico is a force of nature, flying and commanding the winds to do his bidding - His eyes shine in the midst of the stormy clouds. His specialty is weather manipulation - he hasn't had much success with direct energy or electric discharges.

Annabeth has her mother's tenacity for war - and her clever mind for strategies. It's clear in her eyes - she is racking the weaker points of the Clazmonian Sow in her mind and destroying it. The automatons hold the pig in place - and she makes bacon of it.

Hercules couldn't do it. Nico and Annabeth can, because they have the power and the mind.

Perseus is still fighting off monsters - but they're too widespread, so they retreat to the doors of the Empire State Building.

Percy does a mental tally: of sixty-two campers, six are confirmed dead, twenty are injured and nine are out of commission on exhaustion. There should be 27 orange shirts here - but there's only twenty.

Percy wonders if the seven missing are injured, or dead, or under a pile of rubble somewhere with no one to help them. Is there someone being slowly eaten by monsters? Is there someone alone and injured and abandoned? He doesn't know.

He prays that those seven deserted them - at least that means they probably are alive and well.

Perseus looks at Phoebe's grief-stricken face, and he knows it's not probable - she had almost three dozen hunters with her, and now there's barely fifteen still fighting, Thalia nowhere to be seen.

They prepare for their last standing - Percy keeps conjuring skeletons, but they're no match for the sheer strength of the hyperborean giants. Nico is shoulder to shoulder with the Stoll brothers against a group of telkhines - Clarisse is bringing down a whole giant by herself.

After the Party Ponies save them - Chiron leads the charge against his own father, and Perseus is so proud of his mentor he can't even put in words how much - he goes to sleep. Fighting gets him tired quickly, and they'll come back.

He dreams of Dionysus. Perseus is not fond of any god who is not Persephone, but Dionysus is mostly okay sometimes. He seems to care about his children.

Perseus couldn't care less about the Western Civilization - but he'll care for Pollux. It's one of his demigods, after all, and Underworld people are possessive of theirs (i.e. Hades and Persephone).

He dreams of Thalia, in her father's palace, begging Poseidon to leave the underwater war and help with the invasion - His wife is none too happy with the presence of his immortal bastard daughter.

He wakes up to Rachel's helicopter falling - how is Rachel even awake, is a mistery.

The improbable pair Nico and Annabeth strike again: The girl knows how to fly helicopters, and the boy can fly himself. They save the redhead and the pilot - everything is fine.

"You're not the hero"

"Why did you risk yourself to tell me something I already know?"

Rachel doesn't explain - she can't. But she has a vision that says that he is not the hero. The hero of what? Perseus has no idea. But there's no way any of his cousins is dying for this stupid prophecy.

Suddenly, there's a drakon there. Rachel has another prophecy - Perseus fears she will walk the path that led May Castellan to destruction - that only a child of Ares will be able to kill it.

Bad news: All children of Ares are otherwise out of battle.

Clarisse is resting after a nasty concussion - and her brothers and Apollo's children are fighting yet again because Lee Fletcher is in no condition to stop them and Michael Yew is dead. Ares' side refuses to fight without the chariot - which Cabin 7 has hidden somewhere.

The best they can do is fend the drakon off until a miracle occurs. And it does: Clarisse, in full armor, manages to lead her brothers into battle.

Clarisse is dead. Something shatters inside of Perseus - and he leaves the drakon for the Ares' children to solve - he can't kill it anyway - and starts to vaporize the army behind it.

He is so caught up in bloodlust, that he almost misses Clarisse slaying a dragon. Clarisse, who has no armor. Clarisse, who is alive.

Ethan's curse rang true - Clarisse's weapon took something from her.

Silena is a traitor. She is also dead - which makes her a martyr, and probably going to reunite with her boyfriend in Elysium.

He remembers how easy is to fall for Luke's charm - he was - is - still in love with the guy. Percy thought the son of Hermes could do no wrong - and he wonders how much of his rage against the gods sprout from his influence.

Something evil inside of Perseus's mind tells him she deserved it. It tells Perseus that better her than Clarisse - but he shuts it down, and concentrates on his shining red friends.

He hates Ares. But he might just have an okay side if he can produce such a magnificent daughter.

Silena is the Patroclus to Clarisse's Achilles, and the Drakon is Hector - and the daughter of Ares is sure to parade its dead body.

It's the first time they feel like they are winning. It doesn't last - but as he hugs Clarisse tightly, he thinks he might cry of relief.

Clarisse looks tough - but she is a wonderful human being. She loves Silena with her whole heart - even more than she loves Chris, her best friend. Silena might've been in love with Charles - but she and Clarisse? They are soulmates.

The damned Pythos is following Perseus - and he is done with it. He knows where hope will survive best. Rachel wants him to give it to Hestia - but he owns the fire goddess nothing.

She has never interfered, not once, to help the dozens of demigods with no family that is abandoned in Cabin 11, and he won't forgive her for it.

He sacrifices hope to Persephone because that's what spring is. Spring is the hope of a new life. Maybe, Perseus thinks, it'll convince his father to come.

They go down to make their final stand against the forces of Kronos. There's not a lot of them - but they're not getting through those doors.

Well, his father doesn't come. But Poseidon does, with his whole army, Tyson and Thalia behind him, and the scales seem to turn.

And then Kronos cuts the barrier. Perseus can see his Mom (why is his Mom here with a handgun?!) and Poseidon fighting against the monsters under the eyes of extremely confused mortals.

Some are trying to break the barrier - but it's futile. Kronos has corraled them like sheep for the slaughter.

It's just him, Grover, Annabeth and Nico, fighting against Kronos vanguard - which is big, but not as strong as they are.

Kronos passes him without resistance - Ethan follows, but there's anger in his eyes - not for Percy, but for the monster he is leashed to. Alabaster is not there.

As soon as Kronos powers stop working on them, the four follow the titan - and some things never change, no matter the universe.

This time, it's Nico who falls because of Hera - it's her curse over all of her husband's bastards.

Ethan takes one look at Perseus, and they don't even need to fight. They have been friends for longer than they have been enemies - and they both loathe the gods, but Kronos is as much of an all-powerful controller being as any of the Olympians.

They battle against Kronos - Perseus has only his ax against his scyther - a true Underworld fight.

Ethan dies. And Perseus bloodlust consumes him - it clouds his eyes and he can only keep fighting.

"If... if we've had cabins... and they had thrones"

It's true, and more than ever, Perseus wishes Kronos wasn't such a bastard. He wouldn't bother killing the gods - but the titan is a way worse option.

"LUKE, PLEASE" It's Annabeth. He doesn't have her faith - she didn't saw his transformation. But he tries anyway because he loves Luke just as much as he hates Kronos.

"Luke, remember our summer" But his words are caught up in his throat when the titan throws him against the wall.

But the amalgamation of his friend and an all-powerful being looks confused, so props for his genius best friend.

Kronos shows them a rainbow message of Typhon - and that's where Perseus it's pretty sure he starts liking his father.

Because the Lord of the Dead opens up the earth and gets out in a black chariot guided by skeletal horses like a king. By his right side, is Persephone, in armor battle as a queen should be. By his left, is Demeter, who looks every single bit like the matron she is supposed to be.

Behind him, a hundred thousand dead roars. Charon is mounting Cerberus - and literal hell is unleashed upon the Father of Monsters.

The gods strike down Typhon, sending him back to be locked away - this time, in the depths of Tartarus instead of Mount Etna.

Kronos gets mad. Utterly, undoubtedly mad. He talks about burning Luke's body. Then he hurts Annabeth and breaks two promises in one fell swoop.

"Luke.... remember family" It's what Annabeth utters, but Perseus, already certain of their own demise, is crying now.

"That summer Luke, you promised to never hurt her again. You remember it? YOU PROMISED LUKE!!"

Annabeth's promise was already broken - he had hurt her, all those years ago, in Mt. Othrys. But the promise he made to Percy - that he would never hurt her again - is new and broken, in the river Styx no less.

Luke regains his own body, for a minute, and Perseus runs to him like a man in a desert with no water.

"Please, please tell me there's a way to undo this, Luke, please, please"

"There isn't one, Percy" And it's the first time he hears Luke call him Percy, Percy and not Perseus, in his own voice, in two years. Percy cries.

"We... we don't have much time, hellebore. Give me Annabeth's dagger. Before he... before he takes back"

Luke calls him hellebore and it makes him start crying all over again. He gives him the dagger - and Luke kills himself, taking Kronos out with him.

Luke doesn't need to ask if Percy has ever loved him - Percy kept loving Luke, one-sided as it was, even when Kronos was there.

He still crying over Luke's body when the gods arrive. Luke is dead. Ethan is dead. Silena is dead. Michael Yew is dead. Charles is dead.

He lost three of his best friends in two days. Ethan is dead. Luke is dead. Luke is dead.

Perseus can't stop crying. They take Luke's body away - but he can't stop. Annabeth explains what happened to the gods - most of it, anyway. Apollo says he is in shock - his father says he is a hero.

Perseus doesn't feel like a hero. Was this all worth it? Was it worth it the pain and the death and the suffering?

Persephone touches him - and he has no tears to cry anymore. She can't hug him here, but she'll do so later.

He stares at the walls, listening to his friends being awarded - compensated by their siblings and friends' deaths - with a blank stare. Perseus wants his mom.

They call for him. He raised his head but doesn't bother getting up. He just saved their asses - for the fifth time in a roll. He deserves to grieve.

They offer him immortality. A place between the gods.

He laughs. Zeus looks murderous, but he can't stop laughing.

"My apologies, but I have to refuse," he says. But in his mind, he is thinking about how could they even think he might want to sit between them and be an all-powerful being, be another god ignoring his children and messing with mortal lives while thousands die for him.

"Promise me, on the river Styx, that you'll give me the wish that I want."

They promise him, that if it's within their capabilities, they shall grant him his wish.

"I wish for every child at the age of twelve to be claimed. I wish for cabins in Camp Half-Blood, for every single minor god, and my own father. I wish for Calypso to be free, and to the demigods from the opposite side of this war to be given amnesty. It's not their fault. It's not any of our faults."

"You dare to-" Zeus begins, but Percy is really tired of Zeus.

"We fought your war, we won your battles. We, the unclaimed and rejected stowaways of Cabin 11. We, the children of minor and Underworld gods. We deserve respect. Just like my father deserves a throne, just like the minor gods deserve justice."

"Don't you fear us?" Athena asks, something weird shining in her eyes.

"I thought I would be dead today. At least if I die now, I'm dying for something I believe in."

It stays unsaid that he doesn't believe in them. The other demigods look at him worried - but he is not afraid of the gods.

They grant his wish. Some of them aren't happy with it, but they have to do it. He meets Calypso at the front gates of Olympus - and her smile can brighten the pits of Tartarus. He sees Alabaster talking with Lou Ellen - they are both crying.

He thinks it's the end - it's not. Thalia tells him Rachel left for Camp in her Pegasus - and his father has lift the curse, the Prophecy is gone, but he fears for his best friend.

Perseus is too tired for shadow travel - he does it anyway. He flickers, but anyway, he is too late.

It works. Rachel - his best friend - is the new Oracle. Someone jokes they can't be together anymore and Rachel lifts an eyebrow.

"We never were. Didn't you see the last few hours?" Well, he did out himself. Mostly - they might say it's just friendship, and he will hate the way they twist it. Luke wasn't a villain, and Perseus isn't a pure hero with a heart of gold.

Perseus is healing from lost love - and Annabeth is too. His crush on her was only a crush, he thinks - She is his best friend first and foremost. They cry together at the bonfire that burns away the shrouds of 43 demigods - from both sides - and 16 hunters of Artemis. Their souls all rest in Elysium now.

Alabaster comes back to Camp and helps his siblings to build the new Cabin for Hecate, full of spelled blocks and magic chimneys. Clovis and Tyene have their hands full with their own cabins - it doesn't help they keep getting sidetracked with naps.

Somehow, Nico, Thalia, and his bond over helping construct Cabin 13 - They are both way too invested in the goth vibe, mostly because Cabin 1 looks like a temple, and Cabin 3 looks like a beach cabin. And both of them are so over it.

Perseus doesn't want a goth cabin - he is fighting against the aesthetic for years - but sometimes, there are no arguments. His Cabin is made of black marble, and there are skulls everywhere, with torches shining with green fire. Outside, at least. Inside, it looks like Persephone's garden, with input from the queen herself. It's ready just shy of the end of summer vacation.

Rachel tells the next Great Prophecy. Perseus isn't such a positive person to think it won't affect him - he hopes at least it'll wait until he is done with High School.

That night, he dreams of the blonde boy again - it's his first night without nightmares since the battle. He has a scar in his lip, and his green eyes pierce Percy's soul. Perseus wonders if they'll ever meet, wonders if this boy is one of the Seven of the Prophecy.

But alas, Perseus lets it go. The summer is over - he is sixteen, somehow. He is alive and going to go back to his mortal life and his junior year, and grief. Not everything is fine - but eventually, it will be.

It's not the end. Not yet.

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Devil May Cry playing Animal Crossing: New Horizons Headcanons

I'm back once more with another DMC playing ACNH headcanons based on my chat fic, 💙 Chat Buddies 💙!

This is, once again, dedicated to the one who started this trend of headcanons. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have thought of ever writing this. So, thank you so much to my friend, @beyond-the-mirror . And also, belated happy birthday, dearie! I hope you like this.💙💙💙

Also tagging the lovely @evilwvergil . I hope you like the little Vergil screenshots and I hope these make you smile. Also, @dreaming-gamer may find this funny and entertaining, hehe.💙💙💙

Part 2: Vergil

*How he found out about the game: Vergil could never understand kids these days. And his son, Nero, is not an exception. One day, just like Dante, he saw his son playing ACNH on his Switch, and at first he didn't mind it. But, then, when he got back home and saw (Y/N) playing the same game on her Switch and having so much fun with it, he came up with a small idea. Vergil is not very vocal about this but, he really wanted to be close to his son after being separated from him for so long. He wanted to understand him. He wanted to bond with him and be accepted as his family. And he is willing to play this foolish game with him so he could have a bridge towards Nero's heart. He'll do whatever it takes to win his son's heart and trust. He told (Y/N) about his little plan, and she agreed to help him.

*How he got the game: Acquiring money for a new gaming console is not a hard task for Vergil. After a few Devil Hunting commissions, he and (Y/N) were able to buy a Switch for Vergil, and the first game he installed? ACNH, of course ( although that sounds hilarious coming from the man of motivation, himself ). (Y/N) helped him plant fruit trees and flowers by visiting his humble island he simply named, Infinity ( based on one of William Blake's poems ).

*He never time travelled ( insert coughing Dante noises here ) despite knowing it would make things easier for him, and strived with hours and hours of gameplay, in between his Devil Hunting missions, to reach the glorious 5 - star rating. And, as expected of the eldest son of Sparda, he was able to reach it ( insert crying Dante noises here ).

*The reason for all that hard work? He wanted his island to be perfect and in top shape when he finally ask his son to visit. And he didn't disappoint. At first, Nero found it strange for Vergil to be indulging in such an activity but, then, he realized the ulterior motive of this. Like his father, Nero wasn't very vocal about his affections but, he truly appreciated the gesture and effort that Vergil has done. He felt so happy to bond with his father in his own little way. And so, father and son have found another way to spend time together, even if they're miles apart most of the time. They joined Bug Offs and Fishing Tourneys together, shared furniture and diys, Nero even helped Vergil set his own secret place in the island just to surprise (Y/N). (Y/N) appreciated the little gesture and found it cute and endearing, although the very obvious engagement ring that Vergil placed on the setup went way past her head, much to his and Nero's confusion of her utter denseness.

*Now, when it comes to Bug Offs and Fishing Tourneys, Vergil is very, very competitive. He worked and concentrated so hard to earn points just to get those three trophies. And his Happy Home Academy rating is no exception. He likes to flaunt all his trophies and event achievements. He even placed them in the library he spent so many days to set up to let others know that the eldest son of Sparda could never be defeated, even in a game such as ACNH. Not that Dante could best him at this, not at all ( for the record, Dante did quite good during the Bug Off and the Fishing Tourney. He was just too lazy to accumulate those points and only redeemed whatever prize he could get. Not to mention he's having a hard time getting his HHA points past the 100k mark, so, no. Dante is no match for Vergil this time ).

*Vergil is also very organized. His house is the epitome of perfection. His island is so neat and tidy and well - coordinated, using rustic items and little to no custom pathing. He also loves terraforming. There is something in terraforming that makes Vergil very excited. The thought of shaping his own island all by himself gets him going every time, and seeing his work at the end of the day gives him a feeling of satisfaction and achievement. This is good, yes, but barely anyone could disturb him when he's in what Nero calls his, God State.

*Vergil considers it as an act of benevolence when, one day, out of the blue, he insisted on visiting Dante's island and simply dropped, without a word, a complete set of furniture for his brother's pizzeria, all wrapped nicely. This included stalls with custom pizza signs ( because he knew Dante is too lazy to do one ), a neon sign post ( because he knew Dante loves these so much ), a set of diner chairs and tables, some condiments, a menu chalkboard, a hand mixer, an ice shaver ( for the strawberry sundae ), a soft serve lamp, and a hearth for the pizza. When Dante bugged Vergil and asked him why, he simply answered, "For you, scum", to which, Dante replied with, "Aww, Love ya, bro! Ur the best<3<3<3". Vergil didn't say anything else and just left.

*Vergil has no favorite villager. In fact, he can't seem to remember their names and only refer to them as, "Chicken", "Wolf", "Rat", or "Cub". He does seem to remember the name of only one villager, and that is Kyle ( only because Dante begged Vergil again and again to let go of Kyle because he's his dreamie. Vergil, of course, refused, and only said, "If you want it, then you'll have to take it." Pff,... ). Vergil doesn't even call the npcs by their real names! I.e.: Tom Nook = The Capitalist Raccoon, Isabelle = The Dog With The Missing Sock, Timmy = The Small Raccoon, Tommy = The Other Small Racoon, Mabel = Female Sonic ( don't ask ), Sable = Snob Hedgehog, Label = Fashionable Hedgehog, Blathers = Griffon, Celeste = Griffon's Sister, Flick = The Goth Chameleon, CJ = Justin Beaver ( again, don't ask ), Saharah = The Camel, Lief = The Land Hippie, Pascal = The Sea Hippie, Harvey = The Loner Hippie, Gulliver / Gullivarrr = Another Griffon, and Kicks = The Skunk.

*Vergil considers his Sushi Bar as the second best attraction of his island ( the first one being his secret date spot with (Y/N) ). Other than that, he has a café, an outdoor library, and some places that are still works in progress ( he's diligently waiting for all the latest updates like Nero ).

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Part 3: Nero and Kyrie coming soon!

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#vergil #devil may cry 5 #animal crossing new horizons #devil may cry and animal crossing crossover

[wesavegotham]

Talia, Damian and choosing between good and evil

Before Grant Morrison created Damian in 2006 Talia was seen as one of Bruce's greatest loves for a long time. She was the first love interest of Bruce that showed him from a more passionate side:

Bruce and Talia loved each other, but Talia could never really choose between her loyalty to her father and her love for Bruce, even though in most stories she would end up helping Bruce against Ra's.

While she was morally gray, Talia was originally a kind character, who fought against child rapists, murderes and other villains, patched Bruce up when he was hurt or down and even threw herself between Bruce and bullets that were about to hit him. In the 1987 graphic novel "Son of the demon" the two even married and Talia got pregnant. Bruce went pretty much overboard trying to keep Talia and their unborn child safe and almost got himself killed in the process. Which is why Talia lied to him about suffering from a miscarriage and asked him to leave her. Later she gave birth to their unnamed son and gave him to an orphanage:

The graphic novel was later taken out of continuity because DC didn't like the implication of Bruce having sex and not knowing that he had a child when he's supposed to be the world's greatest detective.

The reason I'm mentioning this story is because it would later serve as the base for Damian's creation in 2006. While the idea of Bruce and Talia having a child came up in Elseworld stories before (Ibn in "Kingdom Come" and Tallant Wayne in "Batman: League of the Batmen") the introduction of Damian marked the first time their son became canon in the main DC universe.

When Grant Morrison started his run on Batman he decided to bring "Son of the demon" back into continuity, but didn't bother to read the graphic novel he only vaguely remembered. His vague memory ended up basically destroying Talia's original character, something she hasn't recovered from since 2006.

In his memory they didn't have a consensual relationship and Talia raped Bruce to have a child. Morrison reduced her to the "Asian Babymama" trope and turned her into a mustache twirling villain, a worse version of Ra's basically, who turned evil because Bruce rejected her. Suddenly she was willing to sacrifice both Bruce and Damian to reach her goal of ruling the world. I have a lot of issues with this premise, most importantly its racist and sexist undertones, but this post wouldn't end if I started ranting and there are fans who are more knowledgeable about Talia and better at explaining why this sucks so much.

Grant Morrison later admitted that he remembered the story wrong and tried to explain that Talia went evil because of the continuity changes Superboy Prime punching the universe caused (Don't ask, comics are weird) and that when Bruce accused Talia of drugging him Bruce was actually lying about getting drugged, because he didn't want to admit to himself that he had loved her and slept with her out of his own volition.

If you don't believe me, here is the link to the interview: https://www.blogtalkradio.com/hotb/2016/11/15/064-the-zorro-of-arkham--an-interview-with-grant-morrison

Think what you will about that explanation. Fact is, the last time Bruce commented on Damian's conception he said this:

So to all the people who love to yell that Talia is a rapist and Damian a rape-baby, kindly shut up. Morrison's mistake got retconned years ago.

Anyway, Damian inherited Talia's struggle to choose between Ra's and Bruce, only that they turned Talia into a second Ra's and gave all her previous conflicts to her son, which is probably one of the reasons DC is unwilling to return her to her former character.

Some writers like Patrick Gleason have tried to give her some redemption, like when he wrote that Talia had been posessed during Morrison's run and cleansed during her resurrection, but the rest of DC pretty much ignored his attempt.

I'm not a fan of DC's extremely black and white, good and evil narrative they have created for Damian and the execution is pretty lackluster.

First of all, it's pretty racist that the Al-Ghuls lost a lot of their complexity over the years to serve as Damian's dark and evil side of the family, while the batfamily (which is pretty white) is presented as the light and good side. It gives me major "white saviour" vibes and has lots of unfortunate implications, especially because DC likes to pretend that Damian is white and only touches his arab/chinese roots when they write him in a more negative light. DC does the same thing with Talia, where they draw her as white when she's more sympathetic and give her brown skin when she's evil.

Second of all, DC loves to label Bruce as a man of high morality, but I think he's actually a pretty bad hero and parent. Some part of me is convinced Talia isn't allowed to be a better mother because it would make Bruce look bad in comparison.

I talked enough about why I don't think of modern Batman as a good person and a hero in my previous post, so I'm going to focus on Talia and Ra's Al-Ghul.

Making Talia evil robs her of her character and history, erases one of Bruce's most important romantic relationships and after a while it just lacks story potential. If the Al-Ghuls have no redeeming qualities then writing Damian struggling so much between the two sides becomes baffling after a going through this character arc several times.

You can argue that Damian got gaslighted for years and that he was still an impressionable child, but if the Al-Ghuls are really as evil, brutal and selfish as DC writes them nowadays it makes it really hard to sympathize with anyone who thinks about joining them (which happens a lot with the batfamily).

Another fact that DC loves to forget is that originally Ra's used to be an eco-terrorist. He planned to wipe out some part of the human population to save plants and animals from extinction, which is extremely relevant today. Ra's is a villain, we don't have to argue about that, but he used to have more depth that made him interesting as a character and made it more plausible why someone might join him. He also loved his daughter, which explained why Talia struggled to leave him in her old stories.

The way they are written now it makes little sense why Bruce should have so much respect for Ra's, something that made their relationship special, there is no reason why Bruce ever loved Talia and decided to sleep with her and there's no reason why Damian should ever return to the League.

Establishing a more loving relationship, both between Bruce and Talia, even if it's in the past, and a better relationship between Damian and Talia has a lot more story potential for Damian's seemingly never ending storyline where he can't decide if he wants to follow Bruce's methods (whatever that means for modern Batman) or the way of his mother. Because as it stands his character developement is stuck in a loop where he just looks like a boy who is unable to learn and can't see how one of the possible options has nothing going for it.

#Talia al Ghul #Damian Wayne #bruce wayne

[neoarchipelago]

Citrus, Cauldron and Gun Powder Chap 1 (John wick x Witch!Reader)

AN: Here’s the first part of my new serie! OMG I really didn’t expect so many people to want to be tagged, it makes me super happy! I hope I won’t disappoint you guys, please leave a comment and tell me how do you feel about it.

Word count:  3948

Warnings: cursing, blood, violence

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The street was empty, just as you had expected it to be. After all it was supposedly closed after a nearby Hotel had a gas leak. The... Continental? Was it? You shrugged it off. At least no one was around and you'd get home faster walking through here. You had your headphones on your ears, music blasting. You had passed through the security all around the street with ease, placing an easy delusion spell on you and you hoped through the street. You weren't afraid of the gas leak. You needed much more than gas to hurt you. The weather was slightly colder than you had thought that day. Your red skirt and white shirt made you feel slightly cold, but you'd be home soon enough, and you'd nest by the fire of your chimney while drinking a hot chocolate. You were still walking through the empty streets. Passing through the hotel in question you froze for a second, the smell of blood hitting you hard. You cursed at your witch's senses for a second before quickly starting to walk again. 

It was odd for the cops to cover human massacre with a simple gas leak. You shrugged it off, it wasn't your business after all. Rule number… you had forgotten the number but clearly you remembered a rule saying that no Witch had to meddle in Human affairs. You had of course not followed this rule very often but you recently tried to stick to it at all cost. It wasn't your business. It didn't matter. Walking past an alley however you froze again. You watched wide eyed, as a pit bull was barking at you. Pulling down the headphones from your ears, letting them lay around your neck, and you snapped your fingers lightly making the music stop. 

"Well where does that one come from?" You whispered to yourself. 

You glanced around again, trying to find a possible explanation. The smell of blood hit your nose again as a gust of wind blew from the alley. You shielded your nose with your hand as you frowned. God, what's going on around here? You watched as the pup turned around and ran into the alley. 

"H-hey!" You tried to call. 

You groaned as you trotted in his path, trying to see where it would lead you. After all, helping an animal was not helping a human right? The smell of blood however was getting stronger and stronger and your gut feeling was telling you this was all a bad idea and going home to crash on your couch was wiser. You kept walking however, finally seeing the dog stop near something. You now cautiously stepped forward, taking your time. With each step the silhouette of a man was becoming more and more defined and you frowned even more at the aggressive amount of blood in the air. You finally reached the man laying on the ground. You glanced at it, taking in his pitiful state as the pit bull laid next to him. 

"That's your master huh? He doesn't look very fit for a walk" you said, kneeling down. 

"Is he even alive?" You whispered to yourself again. 

You raised your hand, letting it hover over the body, just a few inches and closed your eyes taking a deep breath. The aura you perceived was faint, but you took note of the enormous amount of injuries he had. Broken bones, bruises, internal bleeding's. You sighed opening your eyes again. 

"I'm sorry buddy. I can't help you." You said rising up to your feet again. "No meddling into human affairs." You finally said, taking a few steps toward the direction you came from. 

Your mind was rushing over your current dilemma. That man was such in bad shape and it clearly had to do with what was happening inside that hotel. The dog's presence was a mystery to you. You wanted to help him. You really wanted to. Your steps were getting smaller and smaller as you were dying to rush back to that man lying on the concrete. You closed your eyes and bit your lip trying to repeat to yourself the rule you had broken too many times when you froze again. The distinct sound of heels and voices were heard. You could position them at the entrance of the hotel and they were getting nearer. You gasped and turned around. Making up your mind in a second when you heard the woman talk about ' finishing the work if he had managed to survive'. You groaned at your own stupidity as you ran back to the body. You kneeled next to it, placing your hand on his, noticing the lack of a finger, and placed your other hand on the pup's neck. The sound of steps were growing louder and louder and you didn't hesitate, whispering the spell as you vanished, you, the man and the dog, in a turmoil of black, heavy smoke. 

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Teleportation was not what you enjoyed doing the most. Your vision of the world twists and turns around you as it gets swallowed by black smoke and the same process occurs in reverse when arriving to your destination. You wouldn't recommend it to any claustrophobic person. You sighed, taking in the familiar smell of home. You stood in your living room, glancing at the man. 

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" You softly asked yourself. 

The sound of paws were heard as you glanced into the hallway and at the staircase. Neko, your familiar was walking down to you and stopped when he noticed your new companions. 

"What have you done again?" You heard his voice resonating through your brain. The black cat, jumped on the living room table nearby and sat down looking at you. 

"Bullshit. Again." You said out loud, throwing him an annoyed look. 

You heard him chuckle as you sighed. 

"You could have at least transported him on your bed. It's gonna be fun watching you levitate him to your bedroom upstairs." The voice echoed again and you groaned to yourself. 

Today wasn't your day no. You put down your headphones on the coffee table and your backpack on the couch. You sighed, planting your hands on your hips. You looked down at the pup who seemed to have made himself at home already next to the chimney. You rolled your eyes. 

"Of course. I always end up doing all the work…" you once again whispered to yourself. 

With the snap of your fingers, a bright fire lit in the chimney. You then turned to the man, focusing on your intentions carefully. The body slowly lifted from the ground. You kept eye contact as slowly, very slowly, you started to make your way up to your room. 

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You sat down on the bed next to your new patient. You were slightly out of breath, the spell required a lot of focus and he was so big you almost hit his head against a wall a few times. 

"Fuck.me." you cursed. 

You stood up and made your way into the hallway and then downstairs. You could have placed him in another one of the 3 vacant rooms, but yours had already a few necessary things for the healing ritual. Reaching for the kitchen you took hold of a few bowls you could find and brought them upstairs. Neko followed you, his paws making almost no sound at all. You walked into the bedroom and opened the door on the left, leading to the common bathroom. It was pretty big, and a lot of candles and crystals laid around. The bathtub was in the center of the room, and one of the walls was covered in a Wooden shelf that contained many Jars. Those shelves were laying quite a lot around your house, one in the living room, two in the kitchen and the utility room next to the kitchen was just an enormous cupboard for jars, plants, and other questionable items. Looking through the filled jars, some with simple petals others with oils and some with ointments. Some labels were pretty old, you took mental note to clean up some of them and bake a few batches of the necessary potion or oil. 

Finally grabbing two tiny vials, one in deep green, another in plain white and a jars that had a translucent liquid in it, you walked back into the room. You then proceeded to curse at yourself again, for forgetting to fill the bowls you just brought up with water. Walking back into the bathroom, you filled the bowls one by one and disposed them through your bedroom so at least one was in each corner. The ritual was pretty simple. You needed a symbol of each 4 elements. The bowls of water, the candles around the room, the many green plants lying around and a big open window. You sat down next to the man once again eyeing him. 

"He looks dead already." You heard Neko say. 

"I know. Let's hope this works." You whispered, opening the first vial. "That should help the internal bleedings." Softly parting the man's lips, you poured the liquid into his mouth making sure he swallowed it. You opened then the second vial, the smell hitting your nose and making you nauseous. "This one is not so sweet darling." You whispered as you poured the liquid again. This time the man was shaken by coughs, and you threw your hand on his mouth making sure he'd take the potion. "That one's a bitch i know, tastes awful, hurts like hell, but it'll fix your bones." You found yourself almost explaining every little action. Finally you simply took off the lid of the Jar that you had placed on the nightstand next to the bed. A sweet smell of almond filled the room. 

"Oh. Using a potion that evaporates? What is it?" You heard your familiar ask.

"Eve's tears." You simply spoke, getting up to open the window and light the candles. 

"Oh! Powerful painkiller. Extremely hard to brew though.-"

"Yes yes, has less interference with other potions, works much better on humans etc.. we're not at grandma's lessons anymore neko." You interrupted finally ready to start the ritual.

You sat down on the bed, and took off the man's tie, and opened his white bloodied shirt. You placed both of your hands on his chest and took a few deep breaths before once again cursing. 

"I forgot the damn incantation!" You groaned, making Neko laugh hysterically at you. 

You jumped off the bed and ran downstairs, reaching for a door that supposedly led into an office, that you had re-used as a personal library, making the door swing open in soft movement of the hand. You looked around at the shelves filled walls for a particular book where you knew the incantation was. It took a few seconds of scanning the room before finally noticing that specific leather bound book with the silver lettering. You grabbed it and ran back upstairs. Sitting back on the bed, slightly out of breath you repeated your previous actions, this time with the book open at the right page for you to read the incantation. You took a deep breath and started whispering the spell. Soft blue light surrounded you and your patient, and you knew you'd have to keep your focus. You could feel threw your fingertips how the aura changed as the potions, mixed with the spell were slowly doing their work. 

It took a few minutes for you to be finally done. Most of the worst injuries were healed and only a few bruises and cuts remained. You let your eyes roam over the man's face. The way his half long hair fell into his eyes, his beard. You brushed a few strands away from his face. You had to be honest he looked amazing. Even with everything. You softly smiled at him. 

"Don't melt darling." Neko's voice rang, waking you up. 

You looked at the black cat standing by the door. You sighed before standing up and walking back to the bathroom this time to grab simple cotton balls and two jars. One was an oil for the cuts and another and ointment for bruises. Walking back to your room you put down everything on the bed before climbing up as well. You had to now undress him almost entirely. His defined chest looked perfect and you let your fingers softly caress his skin for a second. You shook your head though, making you focus on your task. Getting his shirt and jacket off of him was not an easy task but you managed, throwing them on the ground right after. He looked even more… handsome. You smirked at the thought. Getting down to his pants however you froze. You frowned, and Neko jumped on the bed, curious of your reaction. 

"Oh my… is that a…?" 

"Gun." You interrupted him. "It's a gun." You repeated, taking hold of it. 

You watched it, a simple gun. You looked at the man's face then back at the gun. You didn't even thought that maybe he was dangerous. You sighed putting the gun next to you on the bed..you decided to finish patching him up, but to keep the gun with you, just in case he might be a bit more unpredictable than you thought.

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You were lost in thoughts looking down at your recipe book. Your thoughts going back and forth about the man laying down on the bed upstairs. Neko was on the kitchen counter a few inches away, laying down like a king. You spun around looking back to the stove where a pot was, filled up with something that was softly boiling. The wooden spoon flew through the air, stirring the soup you were making. It'd be almost done and perhaps your sleepy man would wake up soon enough to eat. 

The sound of paws were heard and you watched as the pup walked into the kitchen. 

"You must be hungry too. I got something for you." You said softly. 

You took hold of two bowls who were already full, one with raw meat and the other with grilled steak and a few vegetables.  You gave Neko his plate, before kneeling down and giving the pup the cooked steak. 

"Hope you like it, I don't have dog food, it's homemade." You simply spoke, but the pup was already eating hungrily. You snickered, and froze when a sound was heard. 

Finally, your little man was awake. You turned back to the pot, listening to him walk down the stairs very slowly, probably trying to sneak up on you. You grabbed the wooden spoon, stirring it yourself and cancelling the charms it was under. You weren't about to pretend you were surprised to hear him stir around your house, probably looking for his gun or pocket knife. You smirked again to yourself. You hummed the nice soup, made of many vegetables, meat, and 2 slices of orange. You turned off the stove, grabbing a bowl in the cupboard and filling it up with soup. You placed it on the kitchen counter where the high chairs were and softly cleared your throat finally creating a contact with the man. You heard him froze and almost chuckled, as you folded your arms and leaned unto your side of the kitchen counter. Hearing him walk to you made you smirk again, and finally you watched him appear at the doorway. 

He was highly confused, frowning a bit, he had put back his pants on and bloodied shirt and just stood there. You made a questioning movement of the head, looking in his direction.

"Aaare you going to stand there?" You asked. You were met with no answer at all, and you rolled your eyes. "I made soup, you must-" 

"Who are you? Sorry.. it's just.." he interrupted. 

You nodded your head towards the bowl and turned to grab another one from the cupboard. 

"My name, is (y/n) (y/nl/s). I found you in that alley in a pretty fucked up state. Your dog led me to you. You should thank him." You spoke as you poured yourself a bowl of soup as well. Placing it next to the other one you kept fussing around the kitchen not paying attention to the man. Taking two spoons, grabbing two cups…

"I'm John Wick. Where are my weapons?" The question made you freeze, as you rose your dark gaze to meet his. The tension was electric, like two predators eyeing each other. 

"Kept away. Until I know who you are and make sure you won't do something stupid, like attacking me." You answered in a cold tone, resuming your action. 

"What tells me that you won't attack me?" You heard.

You laughed a bit. You remembered how humans were paranoiacs and how fast they were scared. But fear wasn't exactly what you were getting from the man standing in front of you. You eyes him up and down, your stare lingering on his face for a second, his dark eyes, the small cuts, the warning look. It wasn't fear that made you soften and smile at him. It was the tiredness you could read in him. The healing wasn't completely done yet after all. 

"If I wanted to harm you in anyway I would have done it when you were unconscious. And I wouldn't have wasted a lot of my energy helping you and patching you up." You underlined in a softer tone as you sat down in one of the high chairs ready to eat. 

You started to eat, and it might have taken him a minute to finally move and walk to you. He sat down next to you groaning a bit and stared at the food. You looked up at him. 

"I know it doesn't look very good but you need it, you're recovering." You told him, making him look at you. 

"It's very good thank you." 

"Awww look who's warming up.." you joked nicely, trying to ease up the tension. You succeeded on making the corner of his lip twitch but nothing else. He started to eat at least and you felt a bit relieved. You both ate your dinner in silence, with no words spoken. 

"He's very quiet isn't he?" You heard neko comment. 

You eyed him warningly, making sure he didn't let is slip out loud. When you were both done you cleaned up the bowls and got ready to do the dishes, your back turned to him. It took a few minutes for him to speak but you had felt him scan the room and even you before speaking. 

"I need you to give me my gun." 

You sighed. 

"Don't worry. I don't want to keep it, I'm not a big fan of guns." You said sarcastically. 

You turned to him looking at him in the eyes before sighing. You put down the bowl you were drying and folded your arms again. 

"How are you feeling?" You asked, truly wanting to know how he was. 

"That's something else I want to know." He said as you frowned in confusion. "I fell off a building, and I'm feeling almost too good for the injuries I have." He stood up, trying to intimidate you and walked around the counter, closer to you. "What have you done? Drugged me?". 

He was too close to you and you were starting to feel uncomfortable. You tried to back off but your back hit the sink. 

"I asked the faeries in the backyard for help." You spoke out trying to get away from him. You felt his hand grab your wrist, not roughly but enough to keep you from running. 

"I'm in no mood for jokes. Please." His voice was rough, it seemed you only noticed it at the moment but his voice was raspy and you enjoyed it. 

"I'm in no mood for you at all, please let go." You said just as roughly. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to fully try to heal him, perhaps you should have gone step by step, but you wanted to get rid of this mess as fast as possible. You still mentally slapped yourself for this situation. "it was just some meds and you were very lucky that's all." You added trying to make him let go. Eventually he did, but still eyed you suspiciously. You rolled your eyes, but still walked towards the utility room. 

However even your senses couldn't have predicted the gun shot that rang through the house, broke the window of the kitchen and passed next to your ear before hitting the wall behind you. You stood in shock mostly from the annoying loud noise but were quickly pulled to the ground behind the counter by John. 

"Are you ok?!" John asked scanning you with his eyes. 

For a second the worry in his eyes made you warm up, and you nodded letting out a shaky breath. You could now hear many people trying to walk into your house. 

"What's going on John?" You asked. 

"They're after me they must have seen me through the bedroom's window." 

"Through the bedroom...window…?" You smirked. 

This was almost hilarious, you couldn't even believe the mess you've put yourself in! Just by helping a human. You were staring at him, his deep obsidian eyes making you slightly loose time. They were determined, rough, but behind all of the anger you could almost notices the amount of pain hidden there. Maybe that was the moment your heart sank and you let him take your hand as he tried to lead you upstairs, avoiding a few more gunshots. You were mostly unfazed by the bullets and the whole... threat, but the loud bangs made you frown and they were seriously starting to annoy you. Before you could even reach the stairs, you fell face to face with one of the men. John pulled you behind him and was ready to lash at him when the dude pulled the trigger. Maybe was it out of pure reflex and you still mentally scold yourself but the protection spell almost cast itself and the bullets hit an invisible wall in front of John before falling to the ground. The guy was shocked and John used it to grab him and throw him to the ground. You watched in awe and almost didn't notice another man drawing near when dog ran in front of you and jumped at him. 

It suddenly brought you back to reality. 

"Neko!!" You yelled running, dashing to the living room, passing next to John who failed to pull your arm. 

You reached the entrance and froze, two men were standing pointing their guns to the couch were a hissing black cat stood. It took a few seconds to lose control and you didn't even feel the usual burn in your eyes as they turned into dark orbs, the air was electric and few knives came whistling threw the air from the kitchen, reaching the two Targets who had been staring in shock. You took a deep breath and blinked a few times, making the energy around back down while you were gaining back control over your magic.

You let yourself fall to the ground and neko ran to you nesting in your arms as you hugged him. Tears stung your eyes, the thought of losing your familiar was unbearable not after losing… everything. You finally glanced back and saw John standing, watching you wide eyed. Your eyes weren't back to normal yet, and you knew what he was thinking already. You were just a monster.  

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Emergency Commissions!!

My dear friend @kylorenshighwaistedpants / @vargatheapprentice has a huge emergency car payment of over $2,000 after their car broke down. Their husband is also stuck hundreds of miles away and they aren't sure how he will get home. They have commissions open (awesome art and really badass crocheted stuff!) but I'd like to help out as much as I can, as well. Any and all profits go straight to V (via their own PayPal) to get them out of this situation. I don't get anything from this, I'm just trying to help my friend the best I can.

(** A lot of these are labeled porkpox - that's my instagram!)

Tumblr is only allowing me to post 10 images, so I can't post everything. If you need more examples, feel free to DM me and ask!

Commissions will be paid through their PayPal. If you simply wish to donate, you can here:

Simple Bust/Headshot Sketch: $3

Bust/Headshot Colored: $8 (lineart: $6)

Waist Up Sketch: $5

Waist Up Lineart: $8

Waist Up Colored: $12

Illustrations: $15-30 depending on size and amount/type of details

Extras: I may charge an extra $3 fee for more complicated character designs/armors/things like that

I will draw: Humanoids, plants, backgrounds, etc. Pretty much whatever I feel that I'm able to draw that's worth paying for. You'll notice I'm not really offering fullbodies - I'm not great at those. You're allowed to request it, and I'll try my best, but I can't promise incredible results haha. If you're not sure if I'll draw something? Ask!! It can't hurt. I just wouldn't want to charge you for something I know I can't deliver.

I won't draw: NSFW, animals (again, stuff I'm not experienced drawing yet), or anything that makes me uncomfortable

Sharing is greatly appreciated!! Thank you for taking the time to read through this ✨💛

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