#i’m sorry about what they did to cyclops :

[on-my-vigilante-sht]

The Way I Loved You

Luke Castellan x demeter!Reader

Summary: "But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain / And it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name / So in love that you act insane"

Warnings: angst, possessiveness, jealousy, toxic relationship, fluff ending

Wordcount: 3.3K

Masterlist

A/N A. Yes, it's another Taylor Swift songfic and B. Four fics in five days, I've been cooking

And you were wild and crazy / Just so frustrating, intoxicating, complicated

Ever since Y/N met Luke Castellan, he drove her insane. When they were kids, 13 and 14 respectively, they hated each other. She hated the way he came in and immediately started bossing the campers around. Despite being so young she was the counselor for the Demeter cabin. Her big sister—her only sibling at the time—had tragically died on her way to camp that summer. But instead of mourning the always kind and radiant daughter of Demeter, they mourned the daughter of Zeus no one had ever met. And seeing the way the new boy seemed to soak up the attention made her hate him.

By the time she was 15 they still hated each other but he was all she had. They had both been at camp so long, and lost so many of their siblings and friends, both could hardly remember life without the other. But they still argued like children. So whenever they had bickered so much that Chiron or Mr. D got tired of it, they’d send them to do a chore together. They spent long hours cleaning the showers, stables, infirmary, doing practically every undesirable chore together that they finally started to talk.

Luke got to know her and understand why she hated him. And she had learned about his life and gained sympathy for him.

Soon enough those talks became makeout sessions. They stopped talking but at least they couldn’t fight if their lips were occupied. It was like they were addicted to each other.

Eventually they slid into dating. When they weren’t talking it was great. But someone would inevitably say or do something that made the other mad.

~

“Why were you flirting with him?” Luke demanded, slamming the door of the Demeter cabin.

“What are you talking about? I was training him. You know? Doing my job!”

“It wasn’t just training and you know it.”

“Gods you’re so insecure and possessive.”

“You’re the one who begged me to commit to you. Of course I’m gonna worry about my fucking girlfriend.”

“I did not beg you.”

“Yes you did. You’re the insecure one. You just needed to put a label on it and screw everything up.”

~

“You were supposed to meet me by the lake an hour ago!” Y/N stormed into the room.

“Oh crap. I’m so sorry babe,” he apologized. Trying to kiss her and make it go away.

“You do this all the time. I’m never a priority to you!”

“You’re literally my girlfriend. I don’t know what else you want.”

“I’m only your girlfriend because you didn’t want me to date anyone else!”

~

“Why are you packing?” Luke asked.

“You know my cousin who goes to Syracuse? She invited me up for the weekend.”

“So what? You can go party with frat guys?”

“No, so I can party with girls,” she tried to lighten the mood.

But Luke wasn’t consoled.“I don’t want you going to some college and getting drunk.”

“Why?”

“Because so many things can happen. You could get drugged and taken advantage of. You could get attacked. What are you gonna do if a cyclops sniffs you out but you’re too drunk to realize?”

“You’re not actually worried about that you just don’t trust me.”

“Of course I trust you. It’s them I don’t trust.”

“It takes two to tango.”

“Again, you could get roofied.”

“Urgh Luke you’re not listening to me!”

~

They had plenty of arguments. So much so that the Hermes and Demeter campers had a silent agreement to go to each other’s cabins whenever their counselors started arguing.

But toxic relationships can’t go on forever.

It was Y/N’s birthday. She was turning 18. Collectively Camp Half-Blood made a big deal about birthdays considering that each one literally signified a triumph over death. But Luke couldn’t even be bothered to spend the day with her. When she woke up in his bed, he was already up and putting on his training gear. “‘Morning,” she greeted softly. She tried not to seem too excited about her birthday but all she wanted in that moment was for him to say “happy birthday.”

“Hey,” he smiled. “I'm gonna go train with some of the other campers. The new kids have been excited to watch me fight so…” he said smugly, already halfway out the door. “Just uh make the bed when you leave? Thanks.”

She was left disappointed. Like she always was except for when they were together but not talking.

But almost as soon as she stepped outside she was greeted with several wishes for a good birthday. She nearly cried when she got back to her cabin and found her bunk decorated, small gifts left on her bed from her friends and siblings.

By lunch practically the whole camp had wished her a happy birthday and she was feeling a bit better. She was reading a book she got as a gift, sitting alone at the Demeter table while she ate. Laughter invaded the dining pavilion and she watched as Luke entered along with the campers he had been training. He spotted her, coming over to her table but she didn’t even look up at him.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked. No response. “Why are you mad?” Still no response. After a few beats of silence he tried to change the subject. “So what are you reading?” She just held the book up so he could read the title. “Ah. Where’d you get that?”

By now the other campers had grabbed their food and were walking past the Demeter table. “Happy birthday, Y/N,” they each wished as they passed by. She smiled up at each of them as they passed. She only spared a glance at Luke to witness the expression on his face.

“Are-are you mad because you think I forgot your birthday? Of course I didn’t forget your birthday, babe. I’m just uh… saving my surprise for after dinner.”

“Sure,” was all she said, flipping the page.

“No, no,” Luke insisted, coming around to the other side of the table. He straddled the bench, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her close. As he did so he pressed a kiss against her cheek because she was still focused on her book. “You’re gonna love your gift. I swear.”

Luke spent the rest of the afternoon running around trying to put together a surprise. He got Mr. D to summon a small cake. Fortunately Mr. D was the one person in camp that didn’t know or care that it was Y/N’s birthday so he didn’t ask questions. As for the gift, Luke was lost. Anything in the camp store she’d immediately be able to tell wasn’t something he had thought about and anything he already owned she’d recognize as his.

So he went out to the meadow, picking flowers. She was the daughter of Demeter, of course she liked flowers.

So by the time dinner finished, Luke was pretty proud of what he had pieced together despite his limited resources. After everyone had left the dining pavilion, he brought Y/N to the docks where he proudly displayed his hard work. Except when he handed her the flowers, she looked disappointed. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

She shook her head. “I know you forgot my birthday. That’s fine. Whatever,” she sniffed passive aggressively. “But you gave me probably the most cop out gift you could think of.”

“What do you mean? You love flowers.”

By now the tears were freely flowing from her eyes. “You know I hate cut flowers because they just die. You could have dug a few up, preserved their roots and repotted them.”

“Okay fine, I’ll plant them.”

But she shook her head. “No, it’s too late.”

“Then I’ll get new flowers.”

“No, not about flowers. It’s too late for us.”

His heart sunk. “What?”

“Luke, I think we should break up.”

“Over a damn gift? Y/N, I’m sorry. I know I dropped the ball but the wrong gift isn’t something you break up over.”

“It’s not about the gift!” she cried. “Luke, we don’t know each other. We’re strangers who are together because it’s convenient. The gift just proves you only know the basics. We’ve been together for two years. Known each other for five. You should know I don’t like cut flowers.”

“So we need to reconnect? We can work through this. Please Y/N, don’t do anything rash.”

She just shook her head again. “You’re not getting it. It’s not even just that we don’t know each other. We can’t talk for more than five minutes before fighting. We’re toxic, Luke.”

“But we’re…”

“Just because we’re all each other has doesn’t mean we’re good together.”

“Y/N, don’t do this. Please.” By now even Luke had a few tears in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Luke. But this is better for both of us.” With that, she walked away from him for the last time.

~~

He can't see the smile I'm faking / And my heart's not breaking / 'Cause I'm not feeling anything at all

Getting over Luke was the hardest thing she ever had to do. She spent several days crying to her younger sister, Katie. She tried to help her sister but the younger girl couldn’t relate, making Y/N just feel more alone. But then a new Athena camper joined and things got better.

Chiron had basically assigned Y/N to show Ben the ropes around camp. He felt bad for the poor girl. No one liked watching her or Luke sulk around camp.

“Ben, I’d like you to meet Y/N. She’s one of our most senior campers and counselor of the Demeter cabin.”

She smiled at the new boy. “Hi. Do you know what cabin you’ll be in yet?”

“Yeah, uh Athena. She claimed me when the satyrs found me,” he answered, already finding himself interested. Chiron tried to hide his smirk realizing the boy’s quickly growing feelings.

“Well you’re one of the lucky ones.”

“I’ve heard.”

“Y/N,” Chiron interrupted, “why don’t you show Ben around? Let him know how we do things around here.”

“Uh, sure. C’mon I’ll give you a tour.” As they went around camp, Ben asked her all sorts of things about herself. Favorite color, favorite flower, who her friends were, what they were like, what she liked to eat and more. All the things Luke should have known.

As they kept going through camp, Ben knew he was already falling for her. And not just because Chiron had talked her up so much as they had approached the daughter of Demeter. He thought she was pretty and smart. And she was so kind to him. Plus, everyone around camp seemed to love her.

Ben’s very apparent interest was much to the chagrin of Luke. He had spent the first couple days of his breakup pretending like everything was alright. An act that proved very unpopular with the rest of camp. But the lonely nights got to him and his siblings could hear quiet sobs and sniffles in the night. But almost as soon as he started showing remorse, this new guy showed up and all of a sudden there was a buzz around camp about the new guy who would replace him.

The excited gossip about his ex and the new boy had literally started from day one. He saw them going through the camp tour a few times that day. After all, Camp Half-Blood is big. And Luke just happens to have to go to the same areas his ex does at the same time. But every time he spotted them he couldn’t help but glare at the new Athena cabin member. Every time he sent her a smile or made her laugh, Luke curled his fist impossibly tighter. His fists became almost perpetually white as the blossoming romance grew over time.

As for Y/N, she was finally healing. Not happy, but healing and Ben was helping with that as time went on and they got closer. He was perfect. Sweet, smart, a gentleman. But he wasn’t Luke.

They spent many nights getting to know each other. He knew her birthday, all her favorites, and made an effort with all her friends. Hell he even made an effort with Luke—an effort the Hermes boy did not appreciate—because he knew Luke was still important to Y/N. When he asked her out he did so with a pot of her favorite flowers which he had Argus help him get.

He knocked on the door of the Demeter cabin which was opened by Katie. “Hey Katie,” Ben greeted Y/N’s favorite younger sister. “Is Y/N home?”

“Yeah, she is.” The young girl called for her and soon enough the object of Ben’s affection was at the door.

“Hey Ben. What’s up?” she asked.

“I just wanted to give you this,” he smiled, handing her the beautifully potted flower. “I know I’m no demigod child of the plant goddess but…”

“No it’s great,” she smiled at him. But her heart was sinking. It wasn’t because of the gift, the gift was perfect actually. But if Luke had been the one to give it to her, her heart would be soaring. “Thank you.”

“And I just wanted to ask you if you uh- wanted to have dinner with me tonight?” he nervously asked.

“Oh well I’d love to,” she smiled. “But uh we can’t table hop at dinner. It’s against the rules,” she laughed nervously, hoping that would be enough to dissuade him.

“That’s not a problem. I got permission from Chiron to let us have dinner together. We just have to be out of the dining pavilion before everyone else gets there at 7.”

Dread kept filling her. She was in too deep now. And he had asked Chiron, she couldn’t just shoot him down. “Well then I’ll see you at 6 then?”

The biggest smile broke over his face. “See you then.”

The entire time at dinner, Y/N wanted to cry. This is not what she wanted. Ben was not what she wanted. But she kept forcing a happy face, hoping that if she could convince Ben she liked him too, she could convince herself.

When he brought her out to the meadow and kissed her, she wanted to dig herself into the ground and die. It was a sweet kiss but it just felt wrong… like there was no chemistry or passion between them.

She was so frustrated with herself. As she looked into Ben’s eyes she wondered why she couldn’t just love him back. Here was this incredibly caring guy who was more than willing to give her everything she was asking for but she just didn’t feel anything.

~~

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain

For Luke, seeing Y/N with Ben made a weird dread fill his chest. To him it wasn’t fair that she just got to move on when she was the one that broke up with him. She should be begging for him back right now. And he hated to admit it but he’d take her back in a heartbeat right now.

So when he found her crying on the beach late one night, he didn’t know what to think. But she was still all he had so he approached. “Hey,” he tried to catch her attention gently.

She looked up at him, quickly wiping the tears from her eyes. “Oh, hey Luke,” she tried to play off her tears. “What are you doing here?”

“Came here to think and then I saw you. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I'm fine.” She gave a strained smile that did nothing to hide the puffiness of her eyes or blotchy skin.

It pained Luke to see her like this. Even more so when he knew he was the cause of her tears at one point. “Are you sure?” he asked, sitting next to her but maintaining her space. “We can talk. I promise it’ll just be a friendly conversation.”

She let out the weakest laugh he had ever heard. “I’m fine. You wouldn’t wanna hear about it anyway,” she dismissed even though Luke was the only person she wanted to talk to. He was the only person who could maybe possibly understand. Her siblings were too young and the only other camper their age was Ben.

“Try me,” Luke challenged, scooting the slightest bit closer.

She looked at him for a while before reluctantly speaking. “It’s Ben. I just… he’s such a great guy. He’s nice, and sweet, and such a gentleman but he’s just not…”

“Just not what?” Luke asked a little eagerly. From a distance she had looked blissfully happy and everyone spoke about how well Ben treated her. But hearing that his ex-girlfriend had a problem with the guy she was dating? Luke was a little too eager to hear about that.

“He’s not you!” She finally admitted. She didn’t miss the way Luke seemed to brighten. “He does nice things for me and he’s so sweet and into me but I’m just feeling nothing at all. It’s like there’s no passion between us.”

“Well you were right. We were toxic but we also had a lot of passion,” Luke tried to lighten the mood. “Look, I don’t mean to sweep in on your most vulnerable moment but I’ve been thinking since the breakup and this is the first time you’ve even looked at me so. I know I treated you like shit and was so possessive. I’m ready to actually commit to you and be your boyfriend instead of just slipping into it because we were already making out when we were younger. I want to give you everything the old me couldn’t or wouldn’t because watching you slip through my fingers was the most painful thing I've ever done. Besides, with more effort I think we could make this work because you don’t fight like we did unless you’re in love. People who don’t love each other just let it fade. They don’t fight.”

She looked like she was in severe pain. “Gods, why couldn’t you have said this three months ago?” Her lips were immediately on his. Luke was a little taken aback but kissed her back, glad to have her in his arms once again.

A few moments later they were promising each other eternity with all the passion in the world. “Forever?” he asked through labored breaths, his fingers intertwined with her hair.

“Forever,” she agreed.

The next day Luke was waiting anxiously in the Hermes cabin. Y/N was ending things with Ben but he was still nervous. What if she decided she wanted to stick with the safer option? He didn’t think he’d be able to handle it if she went back to him after last night.

His thoughts were only quieted when the door opened and he found her standing there. He stood up anxiously but hesitated, still slightly wary that she’d tell him she changed her mind. But she walked towards him, immediately falling into his arms. “Forever?” he asked.

“Forever,” she agreed.

Relieved, Luke pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Forever,” he confirmed for himself.

Masterlist

#percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #pjo x reader #pjo tv show #pjo series #the lighting thief #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #x reader #Spotify

[jinkiezzsstuff]

Omg the x transmigrated reader was AWESOME.

I absolutely love it , thank you so much for doing it!

I didn't mind the wait really, you have your own life and thing's to do ! (⁠~⁠‾⁠▿⁠‾⁠)⁠~

Would you mind doing a part 2? Meeting Lucifer and the angels maybe. (Adam,lute etc.. when charlie went to heaven.)

Do I need to describe the reader?? You can leave it blank as " h/c " "e/c" ( h/c meaning hair color and e/c meaning eye color. )

Have a good day and don't stress yourself 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

Hiya! I’m so glad you enjoyed it! I can absolutely do a part two!! I feel I owe it to you since the last one is so short but i’m really glad it’s whatcha wanted :) hopefully i also do this one justice

Characters present: Charlie; Vaggie; Nifty; Alastor; Husk; Lucifer; Adam; Lute; Sera; Emily (With the focus being on mainly Charlie; Vaggie; Lucifer; Lute; Adam; Sera and emily)

Part 1

Summary: You’ve spent about a week in hell and easily fell into place and routine. It was like a cheat code for life knowing everything that came next, and you made it your mission to meet the angels with Charlie

Warnings: Male Reader, Male pronouns, reader is a goat, implied to be tall, POSSIBLY OOC angels, reader kinda flirted with lute? i couldn’t help it love her teehee, loosely follows plotline but could be holes, cussing, possibly rushed because dude i was literally obsessed with the idea i needed to get it out, let me know if i missed anything! oh and not proofread so sorry luvs xx

Transported

“Couldn’t you just use you magic to bring these in Al?” You grunted setting the last box of supplies down. Alastor hummed flatly, shrugging his shoulders. “It’s more entertaining watching you lug those boxes up all those stairs!”

You gave him cut eye as he laughs, snapping his fingers disappearing to, god only knows where. Taking out a pad and pen from your back pocket, you wrote down all the stock you bought from the store- per Charlie’s request. As you did so your ear twitched picking up the faint sound of tiny pit pats from a certain cherry haired cyclops running around manically.

It wasn’t long before she came barrelling into the kitchen, you however were too occupied to mind her; staying bent over the kitchen counter writing all that you had bought. Nifty without asking, scaled your body, gripping your (h/c) hair and deeply inhaling. Looking up from the paper your hand ceased its writing in shock and confusion.

“Nif, what in the great fuck are you doin?” You asked in disbelief, she only cackled muttering to herself about bad boys and bad… bugs? “Hey can you do me a favour stabby?” You ask grabbing her gently off the nape of your neck and plopping her down below.

She stood at attention, hand in salute before shouting; “Sir yes sir!” You clapped your hands together huffing out a laugh. “Alright, good energy, would you mind helping me out by putting these things away. It’s all food for our patrons and stuff, i gotta go find Charlie and tell her what we couldn’t and could get.”

Nifty once again saluted before zipping around you in a blur. Cautiously you walked off trying to avoid the little speed demon as she zoomed around the kitchen. Once in the lobby you noticed, well a lot, the whole room was decorated, and there hung a banner with ‘welcum home daddy’, which you knew what that meant.

A little pep put in your step you trotted up to Husk at the bar. “Want a drink?” He immediately asked, looking over at you as soon as you got within reaching distance of the bar. You shook your head. “Nah, I wanted to ask if you know where Charlie was? It’s about stock, and i’ve got left over cash,”

Humming the cat shook his head eyebrows raised high. “Good luck with that one kid, she’s up there tryna convince the king to get her into heaven. You could try though, lord knows you will anyway.”

Although his voice was bored and tired, face looking as though he’d just been through hell. Thankfully he grinned at you calming the insecure thoughts that unwelcomingly entered your mind about him being annoyed at your appearance. Perhaps if it was your old life you wouldn’t have cared, but these characters, sinners, people, they were cherishable to you in a indescribable way, and you didn’t want them disliking you.

And that could be arguably unhealthy, but you saw a demon with the head of a chair carrying around their partner -you think?, it’s safe to assume you don’t have to worry about mental wellness and emotional instability or healthy decision making; it’s hell duh.

After waving goodbye to Husk you trotted up the stairs, hooves pounding against the wood a noise you’d recently gotten used to. As you stepped down the hall you wondered if Alastor had already threatened Husk, it would make sense as to why he disappeared while you unboxed, and why Husk seemed so down and out.

You tried to ignore how upset that made you, but realistically you weren’t any match for Al, you may be knowledgeable about the future, but that made you far from immortal or combat savvy. You had to be a little more calculated with situations like that.

Recognizing the voices of Vaggie, Charlie and Lucifer in the distance, you excitedly sped up. Eyes locked on the balcony door, you breathed deeply not wanting to look like a babbling fan boy over the king of hell.

Standing up straight you opened the balcony door, effectively stopping Lucifers railing rant as he hung himself over the edge. “Oh my gosh! This is him, dad! The guy i told you about, dad this is YN, YN, my dad: Lucifer!” Charlie exclaimed happily pushing the king of hell toward you.

His face was turned up in disgust, but you were too enthralled to care, instead you gave him an easy smile sticking out your hand. “It’s so nice to meet you Lucifer, and I apologize Charlie for barging in and interrupting; I came to tell you about to produce I bought.”

Lucifer took your hand shaking it firmly, slowly a smiled appeared. “Ah well, well, uh, you… i mean look at you! You’re huge huh, uh i’ve never seen a goat in hell! Aha, y’know, aside from… me.” Lucifer trailed, pitch raising and dropping rapidly as he observed your looming presence.

Charlie discreetly nudged her father for being so blunt, but you shrugged it off deciding to sway the conversation slightly. “So I just got back from the store, I got everything we needed for the hotel, food wise, aside from toilet paper, Niftys putting everything away. The only thing i didn’t restock was liquor, let’s let Alastor handle that one.”

Vaggie humphed, giving a rare approving smile and nod, involving herself in the conversation after being casted aside to herself. “It’s nice having someone actually spend the money on stuff we ask for.” Charlie tsked at her before focusing back on you and her dad.

“What do you think of this hotel?” Lucifer asked skeptically circling you. Charlie shook her head at her fathers antics but said nothing. “I think it’s possible, why shouldn’t it be.” You say, giving Charlie a sharped tooth smile. Lucifer put his finger and thumb under his chin, he hummed at you, look back at Charlie but he seemed to be elsewhere.

“I think we need a good word in, and some good marketing. No one likes a commercial or ad, y’know.” You add trying to sway Lucifers contemplative thinking into believing in her. After all you don’t think you could do another musical number.

Sighing and lurching forward, Lucifer smiled back at you then to Charlie.

_____

You waited in the lobby checking your watch occasionally, impatiently waiting for Charlie and Vaggie to meet you. You spent a good deal of time talking to Charlie and Vaggie about the things they could say to the angels that you ended up being invited along for the trip. Charlie’s reasonings were that you were a good example of a goodness in hell, which you could agree with but part of that was because you may have not belong.

Needless to say that admittedly was not how you saw yourself weaselling your way into the venture, but eh, didn’t matter to you. You had one of your freshest suits on, compliments of Alastor, your hair styled perfectly after much fighting for the proper look you were seeing angels after all, cologne freshly spritzed and wafting off your body; you felt excited and your readiness reflected that.

Lucifer entered the lobby with a poof, being the one to conjure the portal to heaven. Smiling at him, he returned it and strolled his way to you, swinging his cane. Slamming it down he leaned forward supporting himself with the apple handled of said cane.

Sniffing the air almost comically he hummed approvingly. “That smells, so fucking good!” The exclaimation went straight to your ego immediately feeling better about your decisions with frangrance choice. “Thank you, it’s one similar to my favourites when i was alive.”

Lucifer nodded looking up at you, you could see vulnerability in his eyes briefly before his eyes darted away. “Can you do me a solid? Please,” Lucifer asked quietly stretching upward toward you. Hands in your pants pockets you leaned over just slightly as to not disrespect him and his height, but to get a little closer to him. “Protect Charlie, and Maggie-“

“Vaggie.” You correct quietly. The king shook his head hand coming upward. “Yeah her- anyways, please while your there use your frightening, uh, form, to keep her safe please. I can’t go up there and I’m loosing my mind with worry!”

Lucifer grabbed the rim of his hat pulling it over his face as he stressed no doubt catastrophizing things slightly. “Don’t worry Luce, from goat man to goat man, i got you. Charlie is pretty bright and i do believe she’s got this in the bag. I’m glad you could give her this opportunity as well, i know it’s hard. Good job.” You praised clapping Lucifer on the back, he looked up at you a fog seemingly cleared from his mind.

He thanked you with a new look in his eyes, appreciation for your words was definitely evident in them as well. Without further ado, Charlie came skipping down the stairs, Vaggie way less excited than her girlfriend but that’s understandable. Things always got worse before they got better and it’s not different for Vaggies fallen angel situation.

After a few short hours of travel, another musical introduction, you’d finally got to the place you would be staying. You lingered in the hall, waiting for Charlie to skip on out, maybe you could lessen the brunt for Vaggie. For you it was a show playing out, but for her, momentarily her world will feel crushed and confused and you didn’t want someone you could relate with going through such a thing.

Watching as the door swung open, you backed off into the shadows hoping you wouldn’t notice you, and once she was out of sight you knocked on their door. Opening the door, Vaggie stood there meek and shy looking, and gazing behind her you knew why.

There stood Lute and Adam tall and sharp. “Ouu a throuple interesting.” Adam says slyly smiling, Vaggie visibly cringed at that. “Who the fuck is this guy now!” Lute exclaimed grabbing at Vaggie.

Adam scoffed at Lute muttering at her to chill the fuck out, and thankfully she did stepping off from her attack position. “I came to see how Vaggies doing, who’re you?” You asked faux confusion feeling bubbles of excitement in your stomach, mischief brewing in your mind. “Uh duh, Adam the first fucking man, shit what’s with you losers.”

Adam was clearly pissed off, at your invasion but you didn’t intend to back off, instead you walked in beside Vaggie. You don’t remember them just appearing in the room when you were watching the show, but perhaps your mind is confused a bit.

It’s been awhile since you got here. “I, you filthy demon, am Lute,” You interrupted her finger pointed her way. “As in short for lieutenant?” Adam snickered and Vaggie pulled at you. “Please leave they, we, have to have a talk.” Looking towards Adam, Lute and then Vaggie, you decided the best thing to do was let it all play out.

With a prompt nod you turned to the door. “I’ll wait outside then.” Adam pushed Vaggie away from the door, he grabbed it and pointed a finger at you. “I won’t lie dude, you look fucking sick, hard shit, but next time you look at me fucking sideways, i will rock your shit. I am the literal MAN.” Slamming the door in your face you were greeted with silence.

Well for a moment. You could begin to hear Adam compliment your form toward Lute, saying they needed “horns like that” because they were “way more wicked”. It did strike your ego ever so slightly, in a way you suppose you and Adam could get along. You did enjoy guitar, and you wouldn’t mind knocking him down a peg for a little enjoyment. Plus, he lost his first loves literally made solely for him, you could sympathize with that heartbreak and how it changes you.

You weren’t shocked to hear the point of the conversation turn manipulative, as Adam threatened to tell Charlie that Vaggie was a fallen. You knew all their backstories though, you knew how this would go, so it almost felt fake pretending. It’s not that you didn’t feel for the emotions they felt because you truly did, you just new how momentarily it would be in the grand schemes of things.

The only problem seemed to be, when the show ends, do you end too? Would you then suddenly thrusted out of this world, become a part of it? You weren’t sure you wanted to think about that.

Hearing the door open, your head slowly and lazily swayed toward the sound watching Adam exit the room with Lute, only to have the door slammed on their heels. “Pft, on the rag.” Adam muttered hands on his hips, then his eyes travelled towards you. “The fuck are you doing, spying around?” Lute accused eyes hard as they lassered into your soul.

Your mouth shrugged and you shook your head no. Lute however didn’t let up stepped up to you making you cast your eyes down to her. You smiled mischievously at her, it was so cool seeing her yellow eyes stare into your (e/c) ones for real, not just some 2D colours on LEDs.

“I can smell the filth from a mile away. Whatever you and that antichrist have planned i will not stop until i sniff it out.” Lute gritted out angrily, Adam sticking up the bird in the background. Scoffing you shook your head. “Whatever pretty thing, i mean no harm,” You put your hands up defensively before continuing. “I only come for business. Trust, I and especially Charlie mean no harm. Heh, and i think you know Vaggies innocent.”

Lutes mouth hung open as Adam ‘aha’d pointing a finger out you. “You fucking freak! You were spying. Pound it.” Adam at first screamed than calmed down a coy smile present on his face. Lute groaned frustratingly at Adam. “We will fucking end you filthy sinners. We need to go!” Lute called as she walked away, Adam shrugged a cup materializing from nowhere for him to suck down.

Grinning you called out to Lute as she walked away. “Love you too sugar! See you in court.” You twiddled your fingers in their direction the two of them glanced back at your voice. Adam kept yapping to Lute but she was too busy sulking to herself.

You expected to be actually hit by one of them by now, maybe it was because you were in heaven that they couldn’t, or maybe Lucifer was right, you just looked frightening. Although you didn’t see what he saw, in your opinion you just looked slightly different.

Who knows though. Your whole worlds flipped upside down.

Walking aimlessly around the holy fortress you eyed everything around you and worried not about angels; most of them ran or avoided you. After all you were maybe the scariest outside of Adam with his mask.

Your eyes locked on an angel with dark skin and lavender hair. “Emily.” You accidentally say aloud, you grimaced watching her turn to you, and look up in awe. “Woah! You must be Charlie’s friend!” She exclaimed happily fluttering over to you. “Uh, yeah, YN, nice to meet you Emily. Sorry I went straight to the rooms i promised to unload things for Vaggie and Charlie so they wouldn’t stress themselves. I didn’t mean to ignore.” You say watching as he nodded along fully attentive.

“Oh that’s fine! I was so excited and distracted by Charlie and everything I barely noticed i’m sorry,” She trailed finger to her lip, she now realized that didn’t sound as good aloud as it did in her head. You brushed it off telling her it was fine. “I hope i don’t scare you, i’m used to myself but all these angels seem a little… disturbed.” You explained.

You weren’t gonna lie the looks you’ve been getting are what fueled the rush to get things over with, so you could get back to more welcoming eyes, well welcoming as they can be. It felt awful to be the centre of attention that was negative especially since you already really didn’t belong to this world.

“Oh no! You’re totally fine! I mean you are intimidating but if what Charlie said is true you’re a great man- uh, goat?” You laughed a genuine boastful laugh at her comment. “Yeah, goat man is good. Thank you Em, i appreciate it.” Her wings fluttered hands clapping rapidly. “I love when my nickname gets used!”

“Emily,” A warm voice spoke, approaching the space you took up in the communal space you were in. “We have to prepare, court is going to be in session soon.” Sera said placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. You met Sera’s eyes and immediately she looked as if she was pushed slightly, the hand not resting on Emily’s shoulder rushed up to her head.

Coming to herself she harshly questioned you. “What, and who are you?” A little taken aback by such a intro, you stuttered and stalled for the first time since being here. Most things flowed naturally but now it seemed something was, wrong.

“Sera! This is Charlie’s friend, the one accompanying them, the good one.” Emily whispered the last part to Sera who didn’t let up her seering gaze. “You don’t look like you belong here.”

Your blood ran cold at that sentence, what Emily assumed was a simple statement of your appearance to you was more of an acknowledgment. One that was specifically for you to understand that she knew. There was no mistaking it in her eyes either, it was like she was telepathically telling you that the gig was up.

Clearing your throat you nod once in finality. “Well, uh, let’s get to court hm?”

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel adam x reader #hazbin hotel lute #adam hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor x reader #alastor hazbin x reader #charlie morningstar #charlie x vaggie #husk x reader #sera hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel emily #hazbin hotel oneshots #hazbin hotel imagine #nifty hazbin hotel #hazbin nifty

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

PJO TV SHOW (and book) SPOILERS beneath cut!!!!!

What follows is simply a bunch of my nonsensical responses to the first 2 episodes in no particular order; I really cannot explain that any other way I’m afraid

“Whose side are you on?” “Hers, always. She’s my little sister” JUST RIP OUT MY HEART WHY DON’T YOU

Mythomagic. Mythomagic. Mythomagic.

Sally saying not everyone who looks like a hero is a hero and not everyone who looks like a monster is a monster - THE FORESHADOWING??? THE REFERENCE TO BOOKS THAT ARENT EVEN BEING ADAPTED YET IM LOSING MY MIND - Also, the justice for Medusa in this was absolutely gorgeous and so well done because it didn’t black and white anyone as just a hero or just a villain but very well highlighted the woven and layered morality of a very complex web of stories, personally I’m mostly a Medusa defender but give me a good quality, well written Perseus retelling and you could probably convince me otherwise I think the point of many of these stories is that there is never a true victor and nothing is ever as easy to understand as a hero and a monster. I’m getting distracted now but hey let’s keep going, I really love Stone Blind by Natalie Haynes, which very strongly labels Perseus as the monster and Medusa as the victim, but I also think there is an argument that Danaë’s plight was diminished/overlooked in it and I would be open to hearing opposing views on that. Since I’m in this tangent I should add I don’t study classics I am just a fan, so I’m not the expert and would generally expect others to know more than me so get it out there I’m eager to learn. Anyway, Percy Jackson (sorry for the tangent)

Percy saying he thinks he’s made real friends I WANT TO CRY

They softened Gabe up quite a bit, or at least I thought they did maybe you guys think otherwise, but I wonder how his death will come across in this case(????)

I actually really like that they had Annabeth clock who Percy’s father was and push him into the water instead of it being Clarisse shoving him into the creek and stumbling upon it by accident, because it really heightened that idea of her being six steps ahead

I think the conflict between Grover and Percy was interesting and I’m intrigued as to how easily it’s resolved with the quest coming up, and on that point am I right that Sally making Grover swear to protect Percy was a new addition? Because I’m guessing that if the conflict between them is still heightened then that’s going to be the logical reason Grover uses to get into the quest, but also they made a big deal out of that and I kept expecting her to request he swear it on the Styx but she didn’t, I wonder if it was meant to be implied (?) or maybe I’m just reading into it

There was less Annabeth screen time than I was expecting but every second she was on screen was PERFECTION

The casting could literally l not have been better I love them all omg

I was kind of surprised they didn’t confirm Percy’s dyslexia and ADHD in the first episode and instead had Luke mention it because I always thought that Percy had already been diagnosed long beforw he call to camp but maybe I misremembered that (?)

THE D’ANGELO REFERENCE YES - like I know it wasn’t about them but it has to be intentional right?

The blink and you miss it Kane Chronicles reference amused me I haven’t actually read all of the Kane Chronicles yet but I really should

WAS THAT BLACKJACK!!!!!??????

I’m guessing that mechanical monster Percy saw out the window was reference to the bulls in book three sorry I can’t remember what they’re called, and with that the doodles in his notebook YES!!! I noticed a cyclops, Medusa, the minatour, and what I think might have been the hydra but I haven’t rewatched yet so stay tuned for possible correction on that lol

I love camp so much! The cabins are incredible and the interior of the Hermes is so much nicer than I imagined whilst still maintaining a kind of overcrowded atmosphere, I love it.

“You are Poseidon’s son” “I am Sally Jackson’s son” y’all don’t understand I almost screamed oh my good lord yes yes yes yes yes

Also, sassy Percy

#*branches out by analysis different fantasy work to the fantasy work she usually analyses* #what can I say #I’m a creature of habit #percy jackson #percy pjo #percy and annabeth #percy jackon and the olympians #disney pjo #pjo disney+ #pjo hoo toa #pjo fandom #pjo series #pjo #pjo tv show #pjo spoilers #pjo tv series #pjo tv adaptation #pjo tv spoilers #pjoverse #rick riordan #riordanverse #annabeth chase #annabeth pjo #annabeth percy jackson #leah sava jeffries #walker schobell #lightning thief #leah is our annabeth #grover underwood

[chen-chen-chen-again-chen]

Things about AWTWB that I forgot about or just noticed for the first time, upon a recent re-listen:

Lady Ruth as an unreliable narrator: “I’m not one to hold grudges” but next page “I would dance on his grave and throw a fiesta and then resurrect him so I could kill him again” (My poor paraphrase) 

Baz, about vampires: “They’re less like murderers - more like sexy bedbugs” 

Baz, about Petra and Sophie: “I thought twins were supposed to be best friends, but all they do is eat jam and butter sandwiches and throw things at each other" (Me, adding to my Jelly Babies notes folder: “Yup, that tracks”)  

Simon (about Baz): “I mean, have a look at him. He’s the most fuckable person alive. Or otherwise” (#facts)

Dev is a PITCH cousin, not a GRIMM fuck me why did I think he was a Grimm sljk;dskljdskjldsaljks

The door knocker for Salisbury House is shaped like a SMILING CYCLOPS (adding to my Rosethorn girl notes folder) 

Simon, to Baz: “I’m not letting you fuck with my face. Although I’m starting to get the feeling you really want to.” Oh-okay, horny boi 

Simon notes like three times in three pages that Smith Smith-Richards is fit like hmmmmmm-kay

Every time Smith Smith-Richards mentions Simon: "I'm not jealous okay I'm a little jealous how is he so hot" they're a li'l mutual admiration club

Simon, to Baz: “I can get one of those poles” (clothes racks) but because of Yuri on Ice!!, my brain went “pole-dancing Simon Snow??” 

Shepherd holds the secret key to being magic even when you don’t speak magic: “The world is magic, and I’m a part of the world.” 

THE GRIMM KIDS HAVE A DOG: “a Tibetan mastiff that they bought when they moved to Oxford.” (In my head canon this dog is named Amblewise, or another name from this list of medieval dog names, THANK YOU GOOD NIGHT)

I continue to have Complicated Feelings about Malcolm Grimm but he is So Soft for Daphne: “He treats her with as much polite tenderness as ever. He dotes on her, in his way. Caters to her every whim without making a show of it.” 

JAMIE knew about the Goats of Watford when none of the folks who actually went to Watford did, besides Niamh, like JKASDJKLDSAJKLSADKLJADSKLADSKLJADSKJL UNCLE JAMBY FOR THE WIN

Penelope Bunce is a Fucking Queen: “Being comforting isn’t one of my core competencies. Breaking people out of towers is.” 

Pippa Stainton is a Goddamn Empress: “I don’t forgive you. I never want to see you again. Tell Simon I say thank you.” 

Simon and Jamie get fucking KFC in a stolen van after the hullabaloo with Smith-Richards and if that’s not nephew-uncle bonding at its finest, I don’t what is 

Miss Christie, the school nurse, is the only person (I think) who basically says to Simon, “I’m sorry for your loss” instead of “The Mage was a flaming sack of shit” 

I’m not crazy… Penny really is a year younger than the rest of them (thought I was mixing this up with Hermione)

LUCY also started Watford a year early fsalkjsadsjlkfsdljkdfs (now I have to go back and fix my timelines for Rosethorn girl, FUCK) 

Just like Lady Ruth, Mitali hoped that Lucy would come out of hiding after the Mage died (just stab me harder in the heart, Rainbow)

I DO really want a fic of bisexual Martin Bunce making bread; I feel like our core competencies overlap in many ways

There are magical swans in Oxford. I bet they r gay

Simon cries when Baz plays the violin 

They're all good dogs, Bront. 16/10 will listen to this audiobook again for like..... the sixth time

#AWTWB #AWTWB spoilers #queue tea so no idea when the ocean tides of tumblr will throw this up

[dragonciphering]

#1 of my brain rots for Hektor-centric fics.

Hektor was known as “The Horse Breaker” or “The Tamer of Horses.” And Poseidon is the “God of the Sea & HORSES.”

So in order to be good with horses, Poseidon must of liked him atleast a little bit. And if this was in a Hades the Game….Hektor could probably get boons from Poseidon (I think.)

And because Odysseus has done some stuff to them (fucking throwing Hektor’s son off the wall and killing him, coming up with the Trojan horse, and the whole thing with the Cyclops in the Odyssey) you can assume that they have a mutual dislike for him.

But what if Poseidon takes a liking to him and just starts showing up and trying to make him his champion by trying to give him random gifts or like charms. Perhaps this is his way of saying “Sorry your home was destroyed, your family murdered/taken, and that your body was treated that way lol. Want to bond over our mutual dislike for Odysseus?” (also don’t think that the gods were very happy with how Achilles treated his body but that might just be me.)

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Imagine Hektor trying his best in Asphodel (or Elysium), vibing with his family, just trying to be a good guy/be a good father to his son, and get over his grief of loosing his home when Poseidon appears:

Poseidon who really wants to annoy Odysseus: “Hello my little horse tamer! I heard you don’t like Odysseus that much! Want to become my champion?”

Hektor trying to be polite because he doesn’t want to anger him: “No thank you. While I am flattered, I am not interested. Plus I’m sure you would find someone better than me who is still alive.”

Poseidon: “Oh come on, don’t you want some revenge?”

Hektor: “I believe that we in death should put aside our differences and try to understand each other and why we did the things we did in life. Even if we have been wronged by another.”

Poseidon: “You sure are a stubborn one! I’ll find something to change your mind!”

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And what if he decides that the gift he’s going to give Hektor is all of Odysseus’s horses. What if Hektor wakes up one morning and just finds a whole bunch of strong horses on his lawn? (And almost gave him and his family a heart attack because of PTSD.)

Perhaps he tells Patroclus about this because he doesn’t know how to explain this to Odysseus. (Hektor and Patroclus made up in this btw)

And Patroclus is just like: “I’m sorry??? What??? Do you mean to tell me that all of Odysseus’s horses are in your lawn and won’t leave??”

Hector feeling like he wants to sleep for a year and letting out a long suffering sigh: “It’s exactly what it sounds like. Oh, and tell Odysseus that if he doesn’t find a way to get them back that they will soon belong to me. It be a shame to waste this opportunity. Another thing, tell him I didn’t do this on purpose.”

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Meanwhile at Odysseus’s house:

Penelope: “Dear, do you know where have all the horses have gone?”

Odysseus having a sneaking suspicion that his life(death?) is about to get a whole lot harder: “What do you mean? Their all in their pens—”

Penelope opening the curtains: “They are not in their pens, Dear, look!”

Odysseus now looking outside:

Odysseus: “Yeah.”

Penelope: “🤨”

Odysseus: “I…I can see what you mean now….where…where are they???”

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Also, imagine the bugging that Poseidon put Zagreus through. Every time he came across a one of his boons he would just be asked/told questions and things about how to win over Hektor or what a good bribe is and how to bribe well.

#zagreus #hades game #hector of troy #hektor #hektor of troy #hector #Odysseus #penelope odyssey #achilles #patroculus #The chaos that this would cause. #tell me is I should make a part 2

[houseoftulips]

Living With… Kiyoomi Sakusa

feat. ~ Kiyoomi Sakusa

about ~ literally just sharing a home with our favorite spiker

content warning ~ just fluff, with some NSFW

Living with Kiyoomi was a bit of a change when you moved into his apartment.

First of all he’s very competitive towards every single fucking thing even though it has nothing to do with volleyball. It’s like that light switch that stopped working completely when he comes home after practice because all he wants to do is compete over everything. Cooking and cleaning especially, are the two things he’ll make sure he’s better at not out of bitterness but playfully.

He enjoys seeing you pout because he beat you to making dinner or breakfast. In the morning, one of you would try to wake up before the other just to treat each other with food or if you both wake up at the same time, you’ll literally push each other out of the way towards the kitchen. Then there was this one time where Kiyoomi took it to far that he pushed you so hard, it made you slip in the hallway of your apartment.

“Baby!” you remember him calling out to you a bit dramatically from his usual self.

You just groaned in pain a bit because you did land pretty hard. “Ow,” you complained.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he said as he helped you up but you took the chance to book it into the kitchen and grab the ingredients for whatever you were cooking. “You asshole,” he pouted as he watched you crack open the eggs with a giggle.

Then any sort of form of cleaning is the next thing you had to practically re-learn in life because of his minor mysophobia. Overtime you heard he’s grown to live around his phobia which you actually think is kinda cute because of his ritual-your words - that he religiously goes by every day.

Everyday when he come home from practice, he quickly greets you with a kiss then runs into the bathroom to take a bath. But what makes it cute is that he takes a shower in the locker rooms so he washes himself twice. Then sometimes he’ll call you in to join him if he doesn’t feel as nasty as he usually does. But he just doesn’t want you to sit in his funk.

He does like to clean daily throughout the week kinda like Ushijima Wakatoshi. But his is a lot more to handle. He’ll double clean things that are used the most so like the kitchen, the dining room, door handles so which is basically everything. And for you, he toned down a bit on deep cleaning to every 2 weeks exactly. He also gets on you a lot about leaving things open or leaving your clothes all over the floor when there’s a perfectly useful coat rack near the front door or when you leave you shoes in front of the shoes rack.

“Sweetheart, come on,” he groans, “The shoe rack is right there,” he says as he dramatically throws his arms towards the direction of the shoe rack.

You laugh as you throw yourself on the plush couch and sigh happily ignoring your boyfriend’s rambling about putting shoes on the rack. “You’re such a mom, ‘Omi,” you giggle as he walks over to you.

“Shut up,” he pouts as he lays himself on top of you.

He also like to be the small spoon when you guys cuddle at home but he’ll be the big spoon in public. He loves to lay on top of you despite you huffing about him being a whole cyclops compared to you but he ignores you as he buried his head in between your tits.

Kiyoomi is also very blunt but it never bothered you. If anything you liked it when he told you thing straight up in truth because it gave you a new perspective of things that you could adjust for him. And you do the same towards him as well. This leads to most of your arguments just playful bickering with a hint of seriousness thrown in there but it’s rare when voices are raised.

Even there are voices raised, both of you would just cool down for no longer than 20 minutes then come back to each other and talk about it properly. Then he also likes to add on some good rounds of him fucking you stupid with his cock.

He actually hates binge watching tv shows. He never found the time to sit down properly and watch hours of whatever show is the most popular. But when you moved in with your obsessive need to binge watch whatever anime or chick flick movie, he sat down with you either cuddling next to him on the couch or with you sitting in his lap on the seat recliner.

He prefers the seat recliner because not only does he get to hold you in his arms with a weighted blanket covering you both but it also reminds him of how much he loves the quality time he gets to spend with you. Even if he hates whatever you put on the damn tv, he’ll sit through it then end up getting caught on a hook after two episodes.

“Wanna head to bed now, ‘Omi?” you mumble a bit with a sleepy haze over your eyes.

“Let’s watch one more episode. I hate being left on a cliffhanger,” he groans making you giggle and kiss his cheek.

“I love you. You know that,” you smiled softly at him.

“You know I do, baby. I’ll always love you,” he says with a soft kiss against your lips.

Living with you had given him more days to look forward too…

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#anime characters #anime fanfic #sakusa fluff #sakusa angst #hq sakusa #sakusa comfort #kiyoomi sakusa x reader #kiyoomi x reader #haikyuu kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi #kiyoomi sakusa #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fic #kiyoomi x y/n #kiyoomi fluff #kiyoomi headcanons #haikyuu msby #msby black jackal #msby x reader #msby kiyoomi #living together #relationship #haikyuu bokuto #haikyuu hinata #haikyuu atsumu #haikyuu sakusa #anime boy

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

House Isekai: Subnautica AU Masterpost

House Isekai Masterlist Here

**This was from my og blog, but this is all the Subnautica crossover posts from the OG House Isekai into one place! Hope you get a good laugh out of this!

The adventures of House Isekai brings them to an utterly alien planet, and  are forced to fight for survival underwater in the horrific and beautiful world of Subnautica!

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Anononymous asked: Laura will probably fare well in Subnautica

(Rean) “Hey, has anyone seen Laura? I haven’t seen her in the lifeboat or the base.”

(Ainz) “I think she said she was going to go swimming as practice.”

(Rean) “What?! We were told to stick together!”

(Ainz) “I doubt she went far. Besides, it’s Laura we’re talking about. She’s not stupid.”

MEANWHILE

(Laura) 

AGGRESSIVE BUBBLING

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unknownsymbol367 asked: Imagine aqua attracting some of the bigger, scarier, dangerous sea beasts all by accident in subnautica.

(Kazuma) “WHY THE HELL DIDN’T YOU TELL US THAT YOU ATTRACT FISH YOU USELESS GODDESS?! NO WONDER THESE FUCKING THINGS HAVE BEEN ALL OVER US!”

(Aqua) “B-Because these are ALIEN fish, Kazuma! How was I supposed to know it applies to aliens!?”

(Megumin) “Uh, I think they’re trying to break through the windows-”

(Darkness) “Ooooh, I wonder how sharp those teeth are-”

(Kazuma) “AQUA’S ABOUT TO FIND OUT FIRST!”

(Aqua) “SCREW YOU KAZUMA, I’M SORRY OKAY!? I-I DON’T KNOW HOW TO MAKE THEM GO AWAY…Wait, that’s it! I CAN CALL IN A REALLY SCARY FISH TO MAKE THEM GO AWAY!”

(Kazuma) “Wha-NO NO NO NO! DON’T YOU-”

“Warning. Leviathan-class lifeform is approaching the base.”

(Minato) “Uh, guys?”

(Minako) “HOLY SHIT!”

(Yu) “I don’t think our swords can go through that.”

(Akira) “Morgana, can you turn into a submarine?”

(Morgana) “YOU IDIOT, I CAN’T BREATHE UNDERWATER!”

- Doomguy looked at his wristblade, then back at the Reaper Leviathan. He repeated this process a few times.

(Yuuri) “Everyone, we need to get our oxygen tanks!”

(Albedo) “Lord Ainz, what do we do?”

(Ainz) “MY GOD THAT’S HUGE-…ahem…WE PREPARE FOR BATTLE!”

(Byleth) “…Why is it when something happens its always you four?”

(Kazuma) “GOD DAMN IT AQUA!”

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Anonymous asked: I bet the Slayer's Cyclops is named "BFSub" while his seamoth is "SFSub"

(Byleth) “You know Slayer, You seem to use the letters “BF” for a lot of your weapons and vehicles. What does that even stand for?”

- Doomguy grabbed his PDA (Handheld PC) and typed on it for a moment before giving it to Byleth.

(Byleth) “Big fucking-OOOH. So your sub is Big Fucking Sub. Okay, got it…Then the little one must be…Small fucking sub?”

- Doomguy nodded.

(Byleth) “…Well, I’ve heard worse names.”

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Anonymous asked: Imagine House Isekai using a submarine.

The Bridge

(Cocytus) “DO ANY OF US ACTUALLY KNOW HOW TO DRIVE THIS…MACHINE?”

(Sara) “Psh, absolutely not. I don’t even know how to use orbal cars.”

(Sharon) “I am afraid my training did not cover controlling submersibles.”

(Cocytus) “…THEN WHY WERE WE PUT IN CHARGE OF DRIVING?”

(Sara) “I mean, all the staff are in charge. Byleth, Megunee, Towa and Angelica too. If we put our heads together, we can think of something.”

(Sharon) “Lady Sara, do you honestly think that we can get the hang of driving before we crash straight into a rock?”

(Sara) “…Probably not.”

Storage/Entrance

(Akira) “It’s pretty impressive that we all got a Cyclops now.”

(Yu) “Yeah, it took a couple days but it’s really cool seeing this in action. Though, should all of us be packed into it? It’s big, but not that big.”

(Minako) “Well, it’s to get familiar. We’re going to get more submarines for each group. Soon us Persona Users will get our very own sub!”

(Minato) “I’m not exactly sure that’s a good idea. I trust tech savvy people like Futaba, Aigis, and Naoto but…people like Ryuji and Junpei worry me.”

(Yu) “I guess we’ll find out.”

(Akira) “…I think I’m having second thoughts about being a part of a Cyclops.”

Engines

(Ainz) …How the hell are we supposed to make this thing work?! I’ve never even seen a submarine before when I was still in the real world! More importantly there was never anything like this in Yg-

(Albedo) “Lord Ainz?”

(Ainz) “Hm? Oh, Albedo. What is it?”

(Albedo) “Demiurge and I have finished looking at the engines, and we have confirmed there will be no trouble in maintaining it.”

(Ainz) “HM?!”

(Demiurge) “It was a bit of trouble at first, but combined with our magic and the PDA’s assistance, we can safely traverse whatever the ocean may throw at the Cyclops!”

(Ainz) “Ah…G-Good work. I can always rely on you two no matter the situation.”

(Demiurge) “T-Thank you Lord Ainz!”

(Albedo) “You are too kind!”

(Ainz) No, really. I’m pretty sure we’d explode if I got something wrong, it’s a miracle that you managed to make heads and tails of this thing…Thank god Kazuma’s group isn’t working the engines…

Loading Bay

(Kazuma) “What, Aqua?”

(Aqua) “A-Are you sure this thing is safe?! I’ve never seen anything like it!”

(Kazuma) “Hell no I’m not sure. None of us here has even been in anything remotely like this. Well except Doomguy, but he’s on bodyguard detail.”

(Aqua) “THEN WHY ARE WE IN THIS DEATH-TRAP?!”

(Kazuma) “You wanna be swimming out there with seaglider where something can eat your sorry ass whole instead of this massive titanium reinforced hull?”

(Aqua) “I…ugh!”

(Yuki) “Hey, hey! Come look at this Megunee!”

(Megumi) “A-Ah! Please don’t run, Yuki!”

(Kurumi) “Even on an alien world, she’s still having fun.”

(Yuuri) “A little TOO much fun. This entire place is terrifying!”

(Miki) “I mean, I find this trip fun as well. I’ve always wondered what it was like to scuba dive.”

(Yuuri) “I’d rather have done so in a coral reef on Earth.”

(Kurumi) “Technically, our first base was in the Shallows where there are coral reefs-”

(Yuuri) “Don’t get technical on me, Kurumi.”

(Miki) “Hah, well I admit it’s scary, but it’s a sense of terror and amazement!”

(Kurumi) “Agreed…Except the Leviathans…I wonder if I can hit them with my shove-”

(Yuuri) “No.”

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Anonymous asked: Megumin is gonna have a blast when the aurora explodes.

- Megumin stood on top of the lifeboat, eyeing longingly at the Aurora in the distance.

- Futaba poked her head out the hatch and raised an eyebrow.

(Futaba) “Oh, hey. What are you doing here? I thought you were with Kazuma and the others.”

(Megumin) “I was but now I’m about to watch some fireworks!”

(Futaba) “Fireworks?”

(Megumin) “Yeah, the Aurora’s about to explode!”

(Futaba) “…W-What? I thought our timeframe was 2 hours!”

(Megumin) “Apparently it reached critical state only a few minutes ago-”

(Futaba) “AND YOU JUST NOW TOLD ME?!”

- Futaba’s clothes changed as she got into her Persona and frantically reached for the screen.

(Futaba) “EVERYONE, GET BEHIND COVER OR TO THE LIFEBOAT RIGHT NOW!”

- Everyone stopped what they were doing in the waters and reached for their PDA’s.

[Radio](Byleth) “Huh?”

[Radio](Akira) “What’s wrong?!”

[Radio](Kazuma) “Wait hang on, why?”

Emergency: A quantum detonation has occurred in the Aurora’s drive core.

[Radio](Rean) “Ooooh crap!”

[Radio](Byleth) “SHIT!”

The reactor will reach a super critical state in T- 10,

[Radio](Ainz) “DIVE, DIVE, DIVE!”

9

[Radio](Megumi) “EVERYONE, IN THE CAVE!-”

8

[Radio](Yu) “LIFEBOAT, NOW!”

7

[Radio](Minako) “SHITSHITSHIT-”

6

[Radio](Minato) “OVER THERE, GO!”

5

- Doomguy shrugged and continued looking for resources.

4

[Radio](Darkness) “K-Kazuma! You’re so rou-”

3-3-…

[Radio](Kazuma) “SHUT THE FUCK UP, DON’T SAY THAT OVER THE RADIO WHERE EVERYONE CAN HEAR-…WHERE’S MEGUMIN?!”

2-2-

(Futaba) “MEGUMIN, GET DOWN HERE NOW!”

(Megumin) “ARE YOU KIDDING, I GOTTA SEE THIS!”

O-

KAFOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

(Megumin) “Explosions are such a beautiful thing! If only I could be so grossly incandescent…-”

(Futaba) “KEEP YOUR HEADS DOWN, SHOCKWAVE INCOMING!”

(Megumin) “…Shockwa-?”

On Kazuma’s Cyclops: The Wiz…

- Kazuma drove the Cyclops in the open waters, calmly watching his sonar and hearing the hum of the engine.

- Darkness watched the engines alongside Kurumi and Yuuri while Megumin and Yuki were in the vehicle bay.

- Aqua and Miki were in the bridge with Kazuma, watching the status of the ship quietly.

- Until Aqua spoke up.

(Aqua) “OH MY GOD IM SO BOOORED!”

(Miki) “Um, isn’t quiet in a place like this a good thing?”

(Kazuma) “Yeah, having nothing to do in a killer planet means we’re solid! And besides, we said we were going to get copper and stuff, why did you even tag along if you knew nothing would happen?”

(Aqua) “I don’t wanna be left alone at the base!”

(Kazuma) “Then quit bitching.”

(Miki) “That’s a bit harsh, Kazuma.”

(Kazuma) “Oh don’t you start too, Naoki. You’ve been here long enough to know how I am.”

- Miki sighed.

(Miki) “Fair enough. Oh Aqua! Why don’t you read one of my novels?”

(Aqua) “And fall asleep? No thanks. Ugh whatever. At least nothing bad can happen as we’re going back.”

Warning. Entering Ecological Dead Zone.

(Aqua) “HUH?!”

- The waters in front of Kazuma’s bridge went from a clear blue into almost pitch black as he slowly turned to face Aqua.

(Kazuma) “You gotta be fucking kidding me, Aqua.”

(Miki) “M-MULTIPLE TARGETS APPROACHING THE CYCLOPS BRIDGE!”

- Kazuma reached for the mic they installed near the bridge.

(Kazuma) “HEY EVERYONE, STRAP IN, AQUA GOT US INTO SOME DEEP SH…CRAP!”

(Yuki) “Huh? What’s happening?”

(Darkness) “LEVIATHANS?!”

(Kurumi) “Please don’t make that face.”

(Aqua) “HEY WHY IS IT MY FAU-…”

- Aqua’s face suddenly went pale as she looked out the windows.

- Kazuma and Miki turned to the direction Aqua was facing.

(Kazuma) *a noise that can’t decide whether its a swear or gibberish*

(Aqua) “WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN?!”

Anonymous asked: Everybody gangsta until the warpers speak English.

(Sothis) “Hm? Child, we have a new message from the radio.”

(Byleth) “Oh, we do. Heads up everyone, we got a new message coming in. It could be someone responding to our distress signal.”

(Yuuri) “I hope it is…”

(Ainz) “It could be another lifepod, maybe we could find survivors.”

(Minato) “I sorta doubt it, considering all of them have been torn open.”

(Minako) “That’s optimistic…”

(Yu) “But he’s not wrong for thinking it, is he?”

(Aqua) “Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s going to be friendly!-”

Playing partially translated broadcast.

▀▖┗▛New biological subjects designated. Mode ▄▖▜▚┣: hunting/analyzing. Sharing subject locations with other agents.

(Everyone) “…”

(Akira) “…I don’t think that was human.”

(Sothis) “What was your first hint?!”

(Kazuma) “What. The. F…Hell, was that?”

(Rean) “You just HAD to open your mouth, huh?”

(Aqua) “OH COME ON, NOW WE’RE BEING HUNTED?!”

(Yuuri) “How do we even know if they’re watching us?”

“…”

(Yuuri) “Put more camera drones everywhere, are we in agreement?”

(Everyone) “Yup.”

===

Day 1 with the Konosuba Gang

(Rise) “Okay, so from what we’re able to scan, this shallow reef seems to be safe to explore, so we’ll split into groups, grab whatever you guys think will be useful!”

(Byleth) “We’ll be going into our respective groups that we came in with. House Reps, you will be the leader of your group.”

- Kazuma and his group nodded, and dived into the water.

- The first area they went into was a somewhat small cave.

(Aqua) “Oooh, this weird tube thing looks pretty!”

(Darkness) “Is it edible?”

- Kazuma put a scanner to it and read the name.

“Acid Mushroom”

(Kazuma) “…Nope.”

- Kazuma continued to swim off as Aqua stared at it.

(Aqua) “Hm…We could use it for something. Right?”

(Darkness) “I will go find the most hostile fish in this area and…hehehe, fight it!”

- With an insane look in her eye, she swam away.

(Kazuma) “Megumin? Find anything in there?”

- Megumin was inside the cave and found a small red-plant like creature.

(Megumin) “I think so?”

- The plant revealed an eye, which made Megumin jump.

(Megumin) “K-Kazuma?!”

- A creature with a giant eye made an unholy noise as it bolted towards Megumin.

HUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

- A massive explosion could be heard from across the entire shallows as it jolted Aqua and Kazuma into attention.

(Kazuma) “What the hell!? MEGUMIN!”

- Megumin swam out of the cave with her scuba gear clearly dented as a crazy smile took over her.

(Megumin) “THESE CREATURES! THEY KNOW THE ART OF EXPLOSIONS!”

(Kazuma) “You gotta be- KAMIKAZE FISH?! THAT’S GREAT!”

(Aqua) “Hm…”

- Aqua purified the mushroom and looked at it curiously.

(Kazuma) “DO NOT EAT THAT MUSHROOM! Where’s Darkness?!”

(Darkness) “How disappointing.

- Kazuma and the group saw Darkness getting bitten by some shark-like creature.

(Darkness) “These predators will not provide the stimulation I crave.”

- She punched it so hard it flew into the nearby coral tubes, splitting it apart as if it were paper.

(Kazuma) “OH FOR FUCKS SAKE, DON’T GO PICKING FIGHTS WITH THE PREDATORS-”

(Aqua) “K-Kazuma?!”

- The fish began to swarm Aqua, which eventually led to those same shark creatures headed her direction.

(Kazuma) “RETREAT! RETREAT!”

(Aqua) “Psh, it’s just a buncha fish! THEY’RE NO MATCH FOR THIS GODDESS-”

- The predators began to bite Aqua.

(Aqua) “OWOWOWOWOW-”

- Kazuma began swearing loudly and incoherently as he brought up his knife and tried to save Aqua as Megumin and Darkness took care of the exploding fish being drawn to Aqua.

30 minutes later…

(Sharon) “Welcome back, Master Satou.”

(Kazuma) “Ugh…”

- Kazuma flopped onto the lifeboat’s floor, dragging up Megumin, Aqua and Darkness.

- Sharon helped them up and calmly got a towel while Kazuma continued to groan.

(Sharon) “May I ask what you have found?”

- Kazuma reached into his pocket and put them near Sharon’s feet.

- A fish, several teeth from the shark-like fish, some acid mushrooms, and 1 piece of titanium.

(Sharon) “Would you like some tea?”

(Kazuma) “Please?”

===

New Class VII visit the back of the Aurora

- Altina drove the Seamoth forward while the rest of Class VII tagged along on their seagliders.

- Juna kept looking around left and right until Kurt spoke.

(Juna) “Juna, are you alright?”

(Kurt) “Ugh…No, not really. I don’t like this place is all. It’s so…alien.”

(Ash) “Well yeah, it’s another planet.”

(Juna) “Bah, you know what I mean! We were never trained for this, surviving underwater!”

(Musse) “Neither was the original House Isekai, but they still survived!”

(Altina) “Instructors Rean, Towa, Aigis, and Kazuma seem to have sufficient knowledge of the planet, despite how much time has passed.”

(Juna) “I wonder how the others are doing right now…”

(Kurt) “If I had to guess, like us. Especially the Garreg Mach students, I don’t think they ever anticipated on going on a journey like this.”

(Musse) “Hm…I don’t think the original three houses ever went on this planet, did they?”

(Ash) “Don’t think Rean mentioned it…Er, Altina where are we going?”

- Class VII only now realized where they were. The waters had changed from a blue-green tint to almost brown.

- They couldn’t see very well in front of them.

(Altina) “I was told to search for blueprints. The back of the crash site seemed like the most likely area to find some.”

(Juna) “Wasn’t this the one place all the Instructors told us NOT to go?”

(Ash) “Eh, I’m sure it’s fi-”

GROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRR

- Altina looked to her right and almost stopped breathing when she felt her Seamoth shake violently.

- The Reaper Leviathan grabbed her Seamoth and swam towards the sand cliffs, slamming it down.

(Juna) “OH MY GOD, ALTINA!”

(Kurt) “We have to help her!”

(Ash) “GET THAT BASTARD!”

(Musse) “Arcus, activate!”

(Altina) “I REQUIRE ASSISTANCE-”

…

(Diluc) “…Hm. Class VII still hasn’t returned.”

(Elizabeth) “Oh dear, you’re right. Should we go look for them?”

(Venti) “I’m sure they’re fine. They’d just call us if they were in trouble.”

(Amber) “Still, this place looks pretty dangerous.”

(Helena) “I think we’re underestimating their skills. They’ll be back.”

…

- All of Class VII was on the Reaper Leviathan, stabbing it with tools and weapons while Altina was still in the seamoth, getting crushed.

(Altina) “CLASS VII, I AM PINNED HERE-”

(Juna) “DIE, DIE DIE DIE!-”

(Kurt) “THE SWORDS WON’T GO THROUGH!”

(Ash) “COME ON YA SON OF A BITCH!”

(Musse) “This rifle is going STRAIGHT INTO YOUR EYE-”

…

(Diluc) “…You’re probably right.”

===

Garreg Mach Students getting used to the ocean

The Garreg Mach students flew out on their seagliders around the safe shallows, being instructed to grab whatever copper they could find.

Sitri followed them since everyone who had been here before was required to stick with a group.

Not to mention she had been here with Byleth before.

(Elizabeth) “Ugh, this is quite unpleasant…”

(Helena) “What, don’t like the ocean?”

(Elizabeth) “Helena, dear. I enjoy the ocean as much as any girl would-”

(Kairos) “Could’ve fooled me.-”

(Elizabeth) “Shut up, Kairos. And I like walking near the beach, and even swimming. But living inside it and fighting nature? No, I do not like it at all.”

(Stefan) “Y-Yeah this is a bit much for swimming.”

(Astrid) “Least we’re all getting our exercise!”

(Kairos) “…Sure.”

(Helena) “It’ll give us experience in case we ever need to swim underwater.”

(Elizabeth) “Where in Fodlan do we possibly need to swim?!”

(Helena) “With all the places the House keeps dragging us into, it might be handy. Hell, it came in handy for Sitri.”

The group stopped swimming and looked at Sitri, who was gliding right behind them.

(Sitri) “Well, I learned it on the fly like you all are currently. But it is helpful that we’ve been to this world before.”

(Stefan) “Just how many have you been to, Lady Sitri?”

(Sitri) “Let’s see…Here, that one world in the far future, the one where we had to hunt ghosts, the one with the talking animals…”

(Helena) “See? She now has skills that’ll be helpful for surviving in another world.”

(Kairos) “How many times has she been underwater for it?”

Sothis appeared behind Sitri, though the students didn’t seem to notice.

(Sothis) “If only they had met Aqua…”

(Sitri) Yeah, I bet they would’ve been terrified of Leviathans…

(Astrid) “Anyways, this place is seriously freaky. The giant sea monsters trying to eat us, and we can’t even use magic here!”

(Helena) “We could always visit the back of the ship like Class VII did.”

(Kairos) “A-ABSOLUTELY NOT, HELENA!”

(Elizabeth) “Do you have a deathwish, dear?!”

(Stefan) “It’s not so much them I’m worried about, as I am about the dark…”

Everyone shuddered.

(Helena) “That’s true, we can’t really see if something’s coming up from behind, and it might just emerge from the-”

(Astrid) “GAAH, SHUT UP SHUT UUUUP! Ugh, I wanna go back home…”

(Elizabeth) “Sitri, ma'am, how did you survive here last time?”

(Sitri) “Well we all took our own Submarines. I think if you ask Kazuma to ride with him on ‘The Wiz’ he’ll let you.”

(Kairos) “Does Professor Kazuma even know how to drive it?”

(Sitri) “Better than most of us did. The only other ones were the old staff.”

(Stefan) “Then what about you?”

(Sitri) “Um…”

(Helena) “Great confidence there, ma'am.”

(Astrid) “C-Come on, you can be a little nicer.”

(Kairos) “Let’s just go back inside, I’m suddenly feeling a bit queasy…”

#House Isekai #House Isekai Subnautica AU #House Isekai ARR #crossover #fanfic

[sayuricorner]

Rise of the TMNT X TFA: Former cybertronian gladiator!Splinter(Lou Jitsu) AU: One-shot 1 - A Blast From the Past (Megatron’s version)

Hamato family’s cybertronian forms       One-shot 2: A Blast From the past (Splinter’s version)

AU concept

Warning : English is not my first language so sorry if it's confusing ! 😅  

Hi everyone! Here’s a one-shot I wrote for the AU! ^^

This one-shot will be about Megatron’s past with Lou Jitsu in the gladiatorial arena! Hope you’ll like it! ^^

(And I hope I get the characters’s personality right or didn’t at least wrote them too OOC! T_T)

If you want to use this AU go ahead, just tag/credite me in return please! ^^

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“-My glorious lord! We just got a report from General Strika on team Chaar’s mission!” Lugnut announced to the warlord.

“-A report you say…” Megatron said from his throne.”Show it to me!”

“-Right away oh Lord Megatron!” The cybertronian cyclops exaggeratedly bowed before going toward the monitors to activate them.

The video showed General Strika with a grave expression on her face.

Megatron frowned, Strika was a femme who was always serious but when she had this expression this mean things didn't go as planned.

"-Greetings Lord Megatron ! This with displeasure and regret that I announce you that the mission to secure the Space bridge end up in a failure due to unexpected interferences!" Strika exclaimed.

Megatron frowned at this statement, "unexpected interferences"? What could it been? From what Shockwave reported to him only a little team of Autobots was in the sector, nothing that a team like team Chaar couldn't handle! Did those blasted Autobots used some new secret weapon that even his best spy wasn't able to find out about?

"-On the mission, we were engaging against the autobots team, team Athenia, and tried to secured the space bridge!” The video continue.”But then four unknown mechs appeared out of nowhere and attacked our team using fighting techniques we didn’t recognised!”

This statement confused Megatron, “unknown mechs using unknown fighting techniques”.

“-With those unknown mechs and the autobot team getting the upper hand we got not other choice but to retreat!” Strika explained, her faceplates becoming sourer.”In the name of all team Chaar I’m expressing to you my deepest apologies for this failure! As general I accept the responsibility of the failure of this mission! We are now heading back to the headquarters and will be waiting for your next orders my lord! I also send with this report the video surveillance of the ship’s exteriors which show the mechs who attacked us! Strika out!”

As the video shut down, Megatron just stand on his throne frowning.

“-Blitzwing! Show me the recordings that general Strika send!” The warlord ordered.

“-Yes Lord Megatron!” The triple-changer obeyed and turned on the video records.

Megatron stared at the now playing recording, it was showing team Chaar fighting an autobot team, the decepticon team seemed to get the upper hand until four mechs suddenly attacked the decepticon team, just like Strika said in her report. 

The warlord's Eyes narrowed at the video, those mechs didn't appear to belong to any faction as they didn't seem to wear any factions symbol which mean they’re more than certainly neutrals, they looked rather young, probably barely younglings, their group was composed of both warframes and civilframes, a rather strange composition as warframes and civilframes being willingly in the same team was rare, even for neutrals…

The mysterious mechs shared similar green and brown paint jobs and each of them had a color specific to them.

The tallest of the group, a car warframe, had red, the second warframe, a copter, had purple, the first civilframe, a car, had blue and the last one, a civilframe and minibot, orange.

But what get Megatron’s attention was their way of fighting.

It wasn’t any kind of cybertronian combat style he saw before!

And yet… It was familiar…

Keeping looking at the recording with more attention, Megatron then noticed a symbol on the mysterious mechs’s chest plates.

A circle divided into five slices with a dot on each slice.

Megatron’s optics went wide, those combat techniques, this symbol…

“-Lou Jitsu?...” Megatron whispered in shock.

At the mention of the name, both Lugnut and Blitzwing quickly turned from the monitors toward their lord, Lugnut’s optic was wide in surprise as well as Blitzwing’s.

Megatron just stood here in silent, still staring in shock at the still playing video.

“-My lord?” Blitwing Icy’s confused voice broked Megatron from his shock.

The warlord regained his composure and quickly get up from his throne.

“-I’m retiring in my quarters! Do not bother me unless it’s important!” Megatron ordered in a, strangely, calm voice.

“-Yes(glorious) lord Megatron!” Both Blitzwing and Lugnut answered as Megatron left the throne room.

Once he entered in his quarters, Megatron reflected in silence on what he just so.

He then got remindings of his youth during his times as a gladiator long time ago, when his life took an unexpected turn, when he met HIM.

(Flashbacks)

He remember the gladiatorial arena, the smell of dust and energon, the cheers of the crowd, the constant fights, the imposing presence of the area master…

As long as he could remember, this was all the things he knew in his early days, fighting as a gladiator and fighting for his survival for the entertainment of the crowd and the arena master.

The gladiatorial arena he was in was a very harsh environment where only the strongest survive and the weakest beat the dust.

This is in this environment that one day HE appeared.

A blue and orange car civilframe with a symbol of a circle divided in five slices on his chaste plate, wearing ridiculously big stylized yellow glasses and harboring a smile full of determination and arrogance.

When he first arrived, Megatron didn’t paid him much mind, didn’t even really bother to remember his designation, nobody in the gladiatorial arena did, civilframes never lasted long as gladiators, they were way too weak and not build up to face warframes and in everyone’s optics this civilframe wasn’t going to make exception. 

That’s was until the new comer’s first fight, during which they realized how wrong they were.

Megatron remember how shocked he was when this civilframe, this very small civilframe compared to the gigantic warframe he was facing, beat his opponent with a ridiculous ease and using fighting techniques he never saw before.

It reminded him a bit of the ninjabots fighting style but at the same time it was different.

And with this way of fighting, the civilframe was able to easily take down his opponent like it was nothing.

Like he was invincible!

Since this moment, the civilframe’s designation was in everyone’s mouth: Lou Jitsu!

A strange designation for a cybertronian.

Megatron, although impressed by Lou Jitsu’s abilities, haven’t tried to talk to him, in the gladiatorial arena it’s was everyone for themself, gladiators weren’t up for such things like “Comraderies” and were rather messing with each other.    

However, Primus seemed to had other plans as one particularly event brang Megatron to get to know Lou Jitsu.

He was in one of the training rooms preparing himself for his next fight, he have been a gladiator for a good time now and was beginning to build himself a notoriety as a gladiator as was even on good tracks to become one of the arena master’s “champions”.

However, this also made him a target for the other gladiators.

For gladiators being a champion was the ticket for glory with “luxurious advantages”, Megatron always thought those to be a bad joke. What is the use of glory and luxury in the detriment of freedom? But it wasn’t like he had any choice, none of the gladiators had.

By so, a lot of them were ready to do anything to level up their chances to become one even to the point of putting the dirtiest stunts.

Which is why that day, Megatron have been beat up by two other gladiators who profited from him being alone in the training room to take him by surprise.

The young gladiator tried to face them, unfortunately, due to the surprise ambush the two aggressors didn’t let him the time to fight back and were even laughing at him and taunted him for “his weakness” as he was heavily injured by their punches.

“-Ah! Not so great now, are we Megatron?” One laughed.

“-Look at him! Looking like his is about to “break apart”!” The other joined before smiling sinisterly.”How about we test how much his body can take? I’m sure once he is in bits the arena master will gladly remove him as a potential champion! Weaklings are no use among gladiators after all!”

His accomplice grinned at the suggestion.

“-Good idea! Let's see if he is this tough!”

Megatron tried to free himself as one of the gladiators lift him and trapped him with his arms as the other was in front of him and was getting ready to begin to throw the punches.

Megatron just gritted his dentas and stared at the gladiator in defiance, he wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of showing he was in pain! they could hit as hard as they want, he will not break down!

He. Wasn’t. Weak!

But as Megatron was getting ready for the first impacts, a small hand, very small compared to the gladiators, was grabbing the gladiator’s in front of Megatron hand, stopping him from punching Megatron.

“-Now, now! Is this really how you should treat one of your gladiator comrades?” A familiar voice with a foreign accent playfully asked.

Right there was standing Lou Jitsu holding the gladiator’s in front of Megatron fist with a surprisingly strong grip and looking at the three of them with a smirk.

The two aggressor stared at the civilframe gladiator before the one who Lou Jitsu was holding the fist frowned and scold.

“-Tch! None of your business Lou Jitsu So if I were you I’ll go bother somebody else!” 

The second aggressor then tried to pull away his fist, only to realise that no matter how strong he would pull, Lou Jitsu kept a strong grip on his fist.

“-You know…” The civilframe started in a strangely calm tone.”I am someone who don’t usually lose his temper very easily, despite what I show of me, I’m open minded and comprehensible and know when to had some common sense…”

For some reason this was begin to make feel the two aggressors very uneasy, Megatron swore he could feel the atmosphere becoming very thick and almost unbearable.

“-But if there’s one thing I hate it’s cowards who use such shameful tricks to get what they want even if it’s mean attacking and hurting others, so here’s how it will go!”

The three other gladiators’s optics became wide at the darker and threatening tone in Lou Jitsu’s voice.

Ever since his arrival in the gladiatorial arena, the civilframe had always be nonchalant and easy going, no bot ever saw him angry, or at least “angry serious”.

“-Either you will let him go WITHOUT making any kind of damages and leave without making a fuss… Or you decide to be stubborn and I’ll gladly show you what I do to the lot like you!” Lou Jitsu warned as he cracked his knuckles.

Megatron stared at the scene in apprehension, like everyone else in the arena, those two idiots witnessed Lou Jitsu’s fights, they knew what he is capable of when he is his nonchalant self would they be stupid enough to take the risk to try to take on him when he is this unusually serious?

The response came quickly as he felt “idiot N°1” quickly drop him on the floor and leave the training room with “idiot N°2” as if they were chased by scraplets.

Groaning a a bit in pain from the beating from earlier, Megatron was about to get up when he saw Lou Jitsu, having once again his confident smirk on his face, right in front of him and extending a servo to him to help him to get up.

Although wary, Megatron took the servo and easily got up.

…Just how strong was this civilframe?

“-Well, I think those two will not bother you for a good while! Not with the scare I gave them!” Lou Jitsu laughed.”Anyway, you alright there buddy?”

“-... Nothing that I couldn’t handle…”Megatron answered stoically.

“-Eh! I guess so!” The civilframe laughed before extending his servo in salutation.”Megatron right? I don’t think we really introduced each other! I’m Lou Jitsu nice to meet you!”

The gladiator stared confused at the civilframe’s friendliness for a few minutes before ending up returning his salutation gesture and shaking his servo.

“-So am I!”

From this meeting, Megatron and Lou Jitsu crossed paths more than one time as if fate wanted to make sure they would interact as much as possible.

The greediness of the arena master even made them “roommates” much to Megatron’s annoyance.

If one would ask him from his few “meetings”, Megatron found Lou Jitsu… Rather annoying!

The civilframe was abrasive, arrogant, over-confident and on top of that: He. Wouldn’t. Stop. Talking!

And he was forced to share his “dorm room”, his only space of peace, with him.

For hours Lou Jitsou would talk about his “homeworld” about how he was apparently a celebrity, a “very talented one” in his own words, how he get in “this world” thanks to a weird artifact and how a misunderstanding lead him to become gladiator among a lot of other things about himself in a very abrasive manner.

Megatron was doing his best to just half listen to him and honestly he was wondering how much of what he was saying was actually true.

Then, one day, Lou Jitsu found out some of his poems.

For a long time, he found himself a passion for writing, especially poetry and had wrote a bunch of them some were about space, the flora and fauna of Cybertron and also about an utopia of Cybertron where everybot could be what they want to be regardless of their frame type.

This was, however, a hobby he kept a secret and his writing hidden in his “room”, having been constantly denigrated in the past as “a warframe has no place being an artist nor an intellectual”.

So when Lou Jitsu found out some his writing, Megatron expected to be laughed at.

What he didn’t expected, however, was to get genuine compliments from the civilframe for his writing.

Lou Jitsu actually liked his poetry and even said he had a great potential…

He didn’t know what to think about it…

Since then every time he would write something, Lou Jitsu would insist on reading, the civilframe would be excited when learning Megatron wrote something new, he would even reading it out loud, reciting it in a theatrical manner.

One thing he could give to Lou Jitsu is that he was a good speaker, listening to him reciting his readings was very entertaining, more appreciable than listening to his bragging anyway.

“-You know, your writing is very good!” He remember Lou Jitsu tell him one day.”Maybe when you’ll be able to leave the gladiatorial arena you could try to publish your work?”

“-Really? You think a warframe would have a chance to be published?” He asked sceptical.

“-Pffha, that’s bollocks! Let me tell you one thing Megs! If a civilframe like me can kick the aft of warframes way bigger than me, you, a warframe, is capable to write amazing writings and get recognition for it! I mean those poems are proofs of it! As your friend I’m telling you this: you had a big potential as an author and you shouldn’t let frame prejudices keep you to develop this potential!”

This statement put Megatron into a lot of thinking, never in his existence somebot actually encouraged him to do what he wanted despite his frame type, it was confusing and… Kind of nice?

And “friends”? Lou Jitsu saw him as such? He doesn’t really remember what happened nor when it happened which made them “friends”, he didn’t recall anything special happening which made Lou Jitsu see him as a friend… Was Lou Jitsu just the kind of bot with who it was easy to become friend with?

Truly, Lou Jitsu was a mech very hard to understand!

As time passed, the two have gone through a lot of battles becoming famous champions in the gladiators world, the arena master even put them in co-op fights for more entertaining fights.

One of those fights made them face Lugnut back when he was known as the gladiator, the “Kaon Krusher”.

The fight has been rough, even back then Lugnut had always known to be very brutal, however Lou Jitsu and him have been able to take him down and win the fight.

He always wondered if they didn’t had damaged to cybertronian cyclop’s processor as ever since the fight Lugnut idolized them both, particularly Megatron, putting them on a pedestal and showering them in admiration and praises much to Megatron’s embarrassment and Lou Jitsu’s amusement.

During those times he also get to learn more about Lou Jitsu, where he was from, what he was, thought, he don’t know if everything the civilframe told him was true… Because, an organic who became a cybertronian? Seriously?

There has been nights during which he also got to see his "hidden" side

During those nights, he would find himself bringing an overcharged Lou Jitsu, by high grade gifted by fans, back to their dorm room after finding him lying down in the middle of the battle Arena and "stargazing".

In those Lou Jitsu would blather a ton of confusing things like how Megatron was "the best buddy he ever had" or "if he ever had kids one day he will make him their godfather" whatever all those worlds mean.

He would also sometimes becoming suddenly sad and burst into cries about "family sacrifices" and "his regrets" and would trap Megatron in a tight hug.

The young gladiator would just awkwardly let him do it, he wasn't able to get him to let him go anyway, until the civilframe passed out.

Thanks Primus, all this happened sometimes at night and in their dorm room, Megatron didn't know if he would have survived the eternal embarrassment if anyone saw them during those moment.

He was also very grateful that Lou Jitsu always acted the next day as if anything which happened the night before didn't happen.

As Time passed and the two's nautoriety as gladiators became bigger, Megatron's distaste for Cybertron's society growed bigger and bitter.

He standed less and less the way warframes like him were treated and wished more than anything than to overthrone this foolish government and crush them under his peds.

He began to write more revolutionary essays against the autobots politics, against the class system and preachings about freedom for all warframes which lead him to write his most important work.

"-"Towards Peace" uh?" Lou Jitsu commented as he read the title of his latest work."Well, let's see how it's goes!" He added with a smirk.

As he startled reading the text the way he always had done, Megatron smirked as he listened the civilframe.

He was quite proud of his work and the more he hear Lou Jitsu recite it, the more confident he became about his convictions to get rid off the current cybertronian society and it oppressive system.

“-”Be happy in your work, they say, for it enriches you. Be grateful for your alt mode, for it defines you. Be thankful for the system-it protects you. Be mindful of your betters- they think for you. I say enough. Reject your work. Reject your alt mode. Resist the system and your “betters”? You have none. We are all equals. And we have a right to decide how to live our lives.” Megs, this is amazing! Probably one of your best writings!”

“-Thank you! I’m quite happy with the text myself!” Megatron nodded.”Though, it’s only a first step of what I want to accomplish, if I am out of there one day, I plan to shake Cybertron to it’s core and eradicate all this oppressive class system and change everything for the best of the cybertronian kind!” He explained stoically.

“-You had big ambitions, I can tell! As for getting out of here, well, I would be you I wouldn’t say“if”, in fact getting out of there should happen really quickly!” Lou Jitsu cryptically said.

“-What do you mean?” Megatron asked confused.

“-Oh you’ll see! Just wait my fight against Bonecrusher tomorrow!”

The fight against Bonecrusher, he would never forget this fight.

In this time, gladiatorial fights were losing popularity and were on the verge of disappearing, so, in a desperate move to revive the gladiatorial fights and keep his arena alive, the arena master decided organized a big event, a fight between two massive champions: Lou Jitsu and one of the biggest champion of gladiators, Skullcrusher.

And to spice the event, the arena master added an award: the winner of the fight will be granted freedom and one wish that the arena master will grant no matter what it is.

At the time Lou Jitsu’s cryptic words confused Megatron, he couldn’t understand what the civilframe’s fight against Skullcrusher had to do with him getting his freedom back.

The response only came the day of the fight.

In the arena the fight intense, the public was over-excited as Lou Jitsu and Skullcrusher fought with an extreme violence while Megatron and the other gladiators were looking from the “backstage”, which was just a fancy word for the brigs build around the arena.

Lou Jitsu seemed to had difficulties despite holding up well the pace, which was not really surprising.

Skullcrusher was known to be an extremely violent gladiator who was rumored to be so brutal with his adversaries that he even reduce their bodies to dust which grant him his designation.

Then suddenly, Lou Jitsu got trapped in Skullcrusher’s grasp, everyone on the arena was holding back their breath at the sight of the giant gladiator tightening his grip, menacing to break the civilframe into bits at any moment.

But, as everybot thought this was the end, Lou Jitsu then let out a cry which is still marked in everybot’s CPU to this day.

“-HOT SOUP!!!” The yell resonated in all the arena as Lou Jitsu suddenly freed himself from Skullcrusher’s grip with an newfound strength.

His adversary, shocked by this turn of event, tried to attack again only to be caught short by Lou Jitsu who hit him with a gigantic strength with a metal bar which was in the arena.

Everybot could only stare in shock and amazement as the civilframe fought Skullcrusher with a power which was nothing like they ever saw before, Lou Jitsu was stronger, faster and more agile and was fighting with the most mundane things which fall in his servo and turned them into deadly weapons.

Finally, when a beaten up Skullcrusher fall on the arena’s floor, the verdict came up.

Lou Jitsu won.

At the victory, the public exploded in joyce, celebrating Lou Jitsu’s victory’s, even the other gladiators were celebrating.

In the whole arena could be hear Lou Jitsu’s name in acclaim over and over.

This was until the arena master make sign to the public to calm down and then standed up toward Lou Jitsu with a solemn expression.

“-Gladiator Lou Jitsu!” The arena master announced.”You had fought and defeated the gladiator Skullcrusher in one of the most impressive battles that this arena got the honor to hold! As promised to you and all the bots present today, you are rewarded with freedom and the right to ask for ONE wish! Anything you’ll ask for! So tell me great champion, what does your spark desire for?”

The whole arena got silent, everybot was waiting in anticipation what Lou Jitsu’s wish would be.

The civilframe smirked at the arena master and after a few seconds of silence begin to speak.

“-Arena master…” Lou Jitsu begin, the tension was getting thicker on what the wish could be.

This is when Lou Jitsu announced what will change the whole cybertronian society forever.

“-I, Lou Jitsu, wish for all the gladiators to had their freedom back and that each of them receive a good monetary compensation for all the time they were forced to fight in this arena!”

Megatron remember how shocked everybot was, him included when Lou Jitsu announced his wish, nobot expected him to make this kind of demand.

This was when Megatron realized.

This was what Lou Jitsu meant the night before, he planned to use his wish to free him, to free all of them.

The arena master tried to refuse the wish which didn’t surprised Megatron at all, the scumbag would rather drop deactivated than giving away his “business”.

What Megatron haven’t expected was for the audience beginning to protest the refusal.

First the protest begin with a young blue and white bot who looked like he was from the autobot academy, then others in the audience joined in and soon after the whole audience was protesting and booing at the arena master.

With the pressure of the protests, the arena master got no other choice but to give in and granting Lou Jitsu’s wish provoking the audience to burst into celebration, scanding Lou Jitsu’s name and were soon joined by the other gladiators, Megatron surprised himself joined them as well.

After all that all the gladiators were able to leave with a compensation like promised, the arena master have been fuming as all his gladiators left but there was nothing he could have done to stop them without taking the risk to feel the wrath of one them, especially Lou Jitsu’s.

This was when Lou Jitsu and Megatron parted ways, it has been weird for him after all the time Lou Jitsu and him have hanged out together, he could even tell he was… A bit sad to say “goodbye” to the mech who he saw as a “friend”.

Both, especially Lou Jitsu, wished good luck to each other for the future, Lou Jitsu with his quest to “find a way home” and Megatron for his “projects to change Cybertron for the better”.

He remember the last thing he say as they parted way.

“-Knock them dead Megs!” Lou Jitsu had said to him before leaving primus know where.

Time passed and Lou Jitsu was never saw nor here from again, but the civilframe gladiator definitely marked Cybertron’s history and was now known as a hero.

Time passed and Megatron trying to bring changes to Cybertron became bitter from the injustice of the system, seeing that reason wasn’t getting him anywhere, Megatron realized that violent means was the only solution, if the society didn’t wanted to change then he was going to force them to by conquering them.

This is when he joined the Decepticons, this is when he challenged and defeated that Megazarak fool and took his place as the leader of the Decepticons.

This is when he went from Megatron the gladiator to become Megatron the warlord of the Decepticons!

(Flashback end)

“-Mein lord do jou receive me?” Blitzwing’s voice from the warlord’s communicator interrupted Megatron’s reflection.

“-What is it? I ordered to not be bothered unless it was important!” Megatron asked irritated.

“-My deepest apologies lord Megatron! But ve just get an alert from ze spy scatelites! Four unknown mechs have been spotted on Earth and seem to fit general Ztrika’s description of ze mechs vho attacked her team!”

“-... I see… I’m coming right now Lugnut and you prepared yourself and wait for me! We will give those mechs a “welcoming committee”!”

“-At jour orders mein lord! Oooooh a velcoming committee? Iz there gonna had a party? I love parties! Especially zhose involving bloving up other mechs to bits! ahahaha” Blitzwing’s random persona commented as Megatron closed the line.

Megatron’s thoughts went back on the mysterious mechs and their potential connection with Lou Jitsu, it was a very long time since the last time Lou Jitsu was even heard of and he often wondered what he could have became. Could those mechs had a real connection with the former civilframe gladiator? Was this just a coincidence?

But if it’s turn out to not be a coincidence and those mechs truly know Lou Jitsu, would the presence of those mechs mean that Lou Jitsu was back?

This is something Megatron will have to find out, he was curious about what Lou Jitsu had became after all this time and deep down, he wouldn’t been against to see him again.

However, a traitorous little voice keep ringing in his CPU one single thought, a thought that the warlord was trying to ignore as he left his quarters.

“But would Lou Jitsu be happy to see you again after he learn what you became?” 

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[captain-astors]

Hi! Can you do 001 for trigun and 003 shirazu?

1. I am glad to know you’re not a bot for certain at long last because I enjoy consistently spotting you in my notes, also sorry this took so long.

2. ABSOLUTELY?? You have functionally handed me an early christmas present in an ask. I'm going to divide this up into two posts, this’ll be the Trigun one, I’ll do the Shirazu one in a separate post.

Favorite character: 

LEGATO BLUESUMMERS MY DEAREST. Oh this poor man. I can’t even say “I want him to get better” because he would resist it with all his might and I can’t say I want him to get worse because this man is at rock bottom and actively digging deeper. Hugging him is not enough. I need to divide him into atoms, sort them into categories, and hope it gives him relief. I have 99 problems and seeing Legato heal wouldn’t solve a lot of them but it would be great. 

Least Favorite character: 

Difficult question because I really do like them all. Is none an option. I could just go with a random side character who exists just to be scum of the earth but I suppose if I’m looking for “was marginally involved” Stampede Conrad makes me want to hit my head against a wall. 

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): 

Mashwood and all its individual parts, the insurance girlfriends, Summerknives? Millionssummers? But for the consequences of feelings more than an actual belief that they have the capacity to be a couple. I saw Zaziemeryl once and that was sweet. Everyone x Therapy. 

Character I find most attractive: 

No idea. Wolfwood? I’m starting to realize there are very few characters I’m actually acutely attracted to aesthetically for long periods of time but I’ve been loving his expressions for as long as he’s existed. Also I’m not sure about attractive per say but Zazie has such splendid gender and I would like them to share. 

Character I would marry: 

Vash. I am not immune to his sopping wet energy and the freakish height. I would like to either carry him in my arms or be carried, either is fine.  

Character I would be best friends with: 

Zazie! Or alternatively I would sell my soul for a hug with Milly. I’d say I could have trans solidarity with Elendira but unfortunately she wants everyone dead and that might cause a lot of awkward conversations.

a random thought: 

I really want to lick stampede knives’ snuggie thing. 

An unpopular opinion: Whenever someone attempts to quantify Legato and Knive’s dynamic as simple pining, mentorship, or even familial, they inherently lop off an intrinsically necessarily quality of that same dynamic which is the fact that Legato does, more than anyone else, see Knives as an actual god. He worships him, and what a terrible thing it is to love your god. Also Roberto was lovely but he did have to die. 

My Canon OTP: 

What canon couples are there? Whatever the ‘98 anime was trying to set up between Wolfwood and Milly was sweet so I suppose that. 

My Non-canon OTP:

Technically it’s half-canon but, Millionsummers, but in a I-want-to-see-the-consequences way.

Most Badass Character: 

Dominique the Cyclops or Elendira the Crimsonnail. 

Most Epic Villain: 

They’re both villains so… see above. 

Pairing I am not a fan of: 

Pl*ntc*st. WHY is it so popular now, YES the subtext has always been there but no one demanded you to make it TEXT.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): 

Elendira deserved more attention in Maximum, she’s so cool. 

Favourite Friendship:

Hmm… Milly and Meryl. 

Character I most identify with: 

Legato. I’m fine, trust me. 

Character I wish I could be:

Zazie! No contest. They’re just living their best life.

Thank you!

#miscellaneous not-art things #zeph answers questions about media/characters/ships #trigun

[waddlebouncefloof]

Leviathantale Mermay 2022 Day 20: Adrift

Summary: Because they were constantly hunted, Cyclops children were nonexistent. At least, that’s what Geno thought.

Geno finds the child in his wanderings. Long after the mortals began to turn on his kind out of fear, he learned that survival came to those who didn’t stay in place. While the number of mortal hunters is dwindling with time as his kinds’ existences are fading from memory, Geno isn’t one to take any chances.

When his sealskin and feet brought him up to the Arctic, Geno didn’t expect to find…them.

Ever since the culling, the Cyclops were too busy fleeing and trying to survive to even think about having children. Not only did the high-stress environment make conception near-impossible, but birthing a child in a world where they would always be hunted seemed cruel.

That’s why Geno’s mind could hardly process the sight in front of him. His single eye focuses completely on the toddler in front of them. The cyclops child barely stands at the height of his knee. Their head tilts upwards to the point of discomfort as if to highlight how small they are. They regard him with the same intensity except it’s fueled by a sharp sort of fear that shakes Geno from his shock.

Geno tries to approach them. That’s a mistake. In his concern and his tentative hope that there are other survivors nearby, he forgets that the child is afraid of him. They bite him with a fierceness that impresses Geno. Ferocity means a higher chance of survival. Ferocity means that Geno doesn’t have to coddle the child if it turns out that they are an orphan. (With a sinking feeling in his nonexistent gut, Geno realizes that no parent would allow their child to wander so far or let their sealskin get this matted. For sea’s sake, there’s still blood around the child’s mouth from their last feeding.)

Somehow, he manages to scoop up the feral child and get a good whiff of their scent.

Oh Mia, Geno despairs when he recognizes the scent from the child’s second-hand pelt. They found you too and now your child is all alone.

Geno has never been close to Mia, but in their brief and short interactions when their paths crossed, he found her charming and kind. He’s uncertain of who the father is, but it’s clear that he’s not in the picture. It’s unusual for seal skins to be used twice, but Geno has a sinking suspicion that Mia must have given the pelt to her child so they could swim and flee when she…could not.

Geno decides then and there that he’s taking the kid with him, willing or not, because as fierce as the child is, there is only so much they can do on their own. And there is no way he’d leave them here to fend for themself.

The child fights him at every step. They hiss and snarl at him while scratching at his arms as he takes them to his shelter where he wrangles them into an impromptu bath session. They wail as he cleans the blood from their mouth and untangles their hair. He makes sure to give their fluffy, white sealskin the same treatment. By the end of it, he has one clean and grumpy toddler.

They become significantly less grumpy when he takes them close to the fire and offers them his food. With a sigh, his hard work is erased as they grasp at the barely-cooked fish with their bare hands and rip its head off viciously with their baby teeth. With a sigh, Geno realizes that he will have to teach them etiquette too on top of many other things.

“I’m Geno,” he says, breaking the silence between them. The child stops chewing and fixes him with an intent stare. “I was a friend of your mother, Mia.”

“...Mama?”

Geno tries not to flinch at the raw grief in the child’s voice. Ah. Mia’s passing must’ve been recent then. They clutch at their sealskin and stains it with fish bits as they nuzzle it. They look even smaller in their efforts to find comfort in the last reminder of their mother.

“Yeah. Your ‘Mama’. We knew each other. I am sorry for your loss,” Geno says, keeping his voice soft. “You are too young to be alone. I’m going to take care of you now.”

The child flinches at that. “No!” They hiss. “Not Blank’s Mama!”

So the child’s name is Blank. That’s good to know. Geno doesn’t take Blank’s visceral reaction to his intention to be their guardian too personally. To their young mind, they’re probably thinking that he’s trying to usurp Mia’s position.

“Not Blank’s Mama,” Geno agrees patiently. “I am Geno,” he makes sure to repeat, “and I will be your Guardian.”

“...Geno? Blank’s Guardian?”

“Yes, Blank’s Guardian. I will be protecting you until you’re big and strong enough to live in this world on your own,” Geno promises. He leans forward and wipes their messy face, making them scowl adorably. “Is that okay with you?”

Blank thinks long and hard about it before giving Geno a cautious nod. “Mmn.”

Well, that’s that. Geno is responsible for a child now.

…Oh no. Geno is responsible for a child now.

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Cyclops!Blank is a spicy feral baby who can and will take your shins out for a yummy fishie. As a Cyclops, they are gigantic and their baby seal form reflects that. Think Leviathan!Blank except they can shift into a feral one-eyed being at will. Their tragic backstory is that they witnessed the violent death of their mother, who had been hiding them under her pelt when Cyclops Hunters found them. At this age, they knew how to swim and hunt on their own, so they managed to take care of themself long enough for Geno to come across them. It takes a while for Blank to warm up to him, but they eventually reach the heartwarming parent-child relationship that they have in “Little Selkie”.

Blue, sobbing at the cuteness that is Blank: Let me hold the child! Please!

Geno: Lol no. They bite.

Blank, from Geno’s arms: Blep.

Sometime in the future…

Megladon!Cross: (Sees giant baby seal)

Megladon!Cross: (Snatches it from the ice) Mine.

#leviathantale #little selkie #mermay 2022 #blank #megladontale #Geno

[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Mosaic #400 - "Human Component: Shuta"

Originally posted on July 16th, 2009

Story, Art - Iván Mas Thanks to - Carlos Oliveros

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wada sez: Shūta Gō has been aged up here, much as Mas did for Minerva prior. The death of his father, Professor Gō, was one of the inciting plot points of the Masterforce cartoon, occurring in its second episode, “Terror! The Decepticons’ Manhunt”. See below for Mas’ usual commentary.

Well... as you will see, especially those of you who know the Masterforce series, I have given a very different approach to the character, a bit like with Minerva.

Since this series has been "dead" since the eighties and in my intention to renew the thing, I have opted for a more adult Shuta, maybe some of you do not agree with this, well, it's a matter of taste.

For the type of story or character that I was reinventing, a more adult Shuta would fit better.

From my point of view, and taking advantage that his Transformer is a police car, I had imagined him as the typical policeman disenchanted with life, grumpy but with a great sense of honor over law and order.... and that as a result of the death of his father, the Autobots offered him the possibility of being part of a department or special body.

So, I've imagined him as a character type "Cyclops" from the X-men. A basically-charismatic leader (of the Headmasters Jr.) ... because .... they may not be strictly be Juniors in terms of age, but rather in terms of robotic age, so to speak.

But as I have always said .... I don't care about the vision of this guy in the 80's, I give my version of the subject .... starting from what was already done.

In the mosaic, like all these, it is simply a way of presentation... I like the first panel very much, for its simplicity, at the beginning in the background there was a city, a street or a bridge... but I thought that the white background was more intimate and more personal, a bit like the scene of Spider-man 2 in which Parker talks to his uncle in a kind of reverie, in the sky or something like that, to create that same feeling, apart from the white background that already creates an atmosphere of purity I added an effect of light in front of the car, as if it were sitting in a car in front of a divine being, or as if the person who is sitting looked in front and got illumination.

The second panel is nothing more than a wider shot precisely to present what I am proposing... a more adult Shuta, that for sure... will not please more than one, but I insist, to stay with an idea of 20 years ago, is not always good or advisable.

And then Hawk intervenes, if we look at the screen we can intuit him in his robot mode.... and as you can see, I have inserted the typical scanner or radars or radios that have the American police cars (first to explain or to give to understand that it is in a police car, and second, to begin to insert mechanical elements that will have more relevance or importance, from now on and once presented the majority of human characters, they’ll become more relevant until we get to see a Headmaster Jr. directly with the armor.

And now this.... I hope that next mosaics you can like more, and I'm sorry if you didn't like my idea of the character.

#Transformers #Transformers Mosaic #Maccadam #Japanese Generation 1 #Human Component #Iván Mas #Carlos Oliveros #Siren #Minerva #Hosehead #Metalhawk #Bomb-Burst #Fangry

[moonflower1605]

Chapter - 21(Part-1)

(Percy's POV)

I woke up in a rowboat with a makeshift sail stitched of gray uniform fabric. Annabeth sat next to me, tacking into the wind.

I tried to sit up & immediately felt woozy.

“Rest,” she said. “You’re going to need it.”

“Tyson...?”

She shook her head. “Percy, I’m really sorry.”

We were silent while the waves tossed us up and down.

“He may have survived,” she said halfheartedly. “I mean, fire can’t kill him.”

I nodded, but I had no reason to feel hopeful. I’d seen that explosion rip through solid iron. If Tyson had been down in the boiler room, there was no way he could’ve lived.

He’d given his life for us, and all I could think about were the times I’d felt embarrassed by him and had denied that the two of us were related.

Waves lapped at the boat. Annabeth showed me some things she’d salvaged from the wreckage-Hermes’s thermos (now empty), a Ziploc bag full of ambrosia, a couple of sailors’ shirts, & a bottle of Dr Pepper.

She’d fished me out of the water & found my knapsack, bitten in half by Scylla’s teeth. Most of my stuff had floated away, but I still had Hermes’s bottle of multivitamins, & of course I had Riptide. The ballpoint pen always appeared back in my pocket no matter where I lost it.

"Wait, wait, wait...where's Nora?" I ask Annabeth.

"I couldn’t find her either Percy...I'm so sorry..."

I didn't say anything & I could feel a piece of my heart shatter. I wanted to cry, yell, punch something...but I knew that wouldn't get her or Tyson back.

We kept sailing for hours. Now that we were in the Sea of Monsters, the water glittered a more brilliant green, like Hydra acid.

The wind smelled fresh & salty, but it carried a strange metallic scent, too-as if a thunderstorm were coming. Or something even more dangerous.

I knew what direction we needed to go. I knew we were exactly one hundred thirteen nautical miles west by north west of our destination. But that didn’t make me feel any less lost.

No matter which way we turned, the sun seemed to shine straight into my eyes. We took turns sipping from the Dr Pepper, shading ourselves with the sail as best we could. And we talked about my latest dream of Grover.

By Annabeth’s estimate, we had less than twenty-four hours to find Grover, assuming my dream was accurate, & assuming the Cyclops Polyphemus didn’t change his mind and try to marry Grover earlier.

“Yeah,” I said bitterly. “You can never trust a Cyclops.”

Annabeth stared across the water. “I’m sorry, Percy. I was wrong about Tyson, okay? I wish I could tell him that.”

I tried to stay mad at her, but it wasn’t easy.

I looked down at our measly possessions-the empty wind thermos, the bottle of multivitamins. I thought about Luke’s look of rage when I’d tried to talk to him about his dad.

“Annabeth, what’s Chiron’s prophecy?”

She pursed her lips. “Percy, I shouldn’t-“

“I know Chiron promised the gods he wouldn’t tell me. But you didn’t promise, did you?”

“Knowledge isn’t always good for you.”

“Your mom is the wisdom goddess!”

“I know! But every time heroes learn the future, they try to change it, & it never works.”

“The gods are worried about something we’ll do when we get older,” I guessed. “Something when Nora or I turn sixteen.”

Annabeth twisted her Yankees cap in her hands. “Percy, I don’t know the full prophecy, but it warns about a half- blood child of the Big Three-the next one who lives to the age of sixteen. That’s the real reason Zeus, Poseidon, & Hades swore a pact after World War II not to have any more kids. The next child of the Big Three who reaches sixteen will be a dangerous weapon.”

“Why?”

“Because that hero will decide the fate of Olympus. He or she will make a decision that either saves the Age of the Gods, or destroys it.”

I let that sink in. I don’t get seasick, but suddenly I felt ill. “That’s why Kronos didn’t kill Nora & me last summer.”

She nodded. “You two could be very useful to him. If he can get you both on his side, the gods will be in serious trouble.”

“But if it’s me in the prophecy-“

“We’ll only know that if the two of you survive three more years. That can be a long time for a half-blood. When Chiron first learned about Thalia, he assumed she was the one in the prophecy. That’s why he was so desperate to get her safely to camp. Then she went down fighting & got turned into a pine tree & none of us knew what to think. Until Nora & now you came along.”

On our port side, a spiky green dorsal fin about fifteen feet long curled out of the water & disappeared.

“This kid in the prophecy..he or she couldn’t be like, a Cyclops?” I asked.

“The Big Three have lots of monster children.”

Annabeth shook her head. “The Oracle said ‘half-blood.’ That always means half-human, half-god. There’s really nobody alive who it could be, except Nora & you.”

“Then why do the gods even let us live? It would be safer to kill us.”

“You’re right.”

“Thanks a lot.”

“Percy, I don’t know. I guess some of the gods would like to kill you, but they’re probably afraid of offending Poseidon. Other gods...maybe they’re watching you, trying to decide what kind of hero you’re going be. You could be a weapon for their survival, after all. The real question is...what will you do in three years? What decision will you make?”

“Did the prophecy give any hints?”

Annabeth hesitated.

Maybe she would’ve told me more, but just then a seagull swooped down out of nowhere & landed on our makeshift mast. Annabeth looked startled as the bird dropped a small cluster of leaves into her lap.

“Land,” she said. “There’s land nearby!”

I sat up. Sure enough, there was a line of blue & brown in the distance.

Another minute & I could make out an island with a small mountain in the center, a dazzling white collection of buildings, a beach dotted with palm trees, & a harbor filled with a strange assortment of boats.

The current was pulling our row boat toward what looked like a tropical paradise.

When we pulled up to the beach we saw a familiar figure laying on the sand...

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AI Somnium Files Drabble (Perception)

 Yeah, honestly, I don’t know what this is. I just had the urge to write this. Because I’m still a little bummed about the lack of interaction between these characters. So.... here you go. Enjoy this. Whatever it is.

Amame considered herself to be a perceptive individual. She had to be in order to play to her customer’s vanity the way she did. She was good at her job, and took pride in her people skills. So she liked to think she knew when one of her best friends was hiding something from her.

It started early in the year. Iris had collapsed at school one day. No warning or preamble. They’d been walking to class when the net idol had suddenly stopped in her tracks, swayed uncertainly, then fell. It was only due to luck and Amame’s quick reflexes that she didn’t hit her head on the floor.

Iris was out the following week, and when she finally did return it was like nothing had happened. The normally bubbly girl carried on as normal, waving off questions, and Amame and Kizuna’s concern.

‘I just forgot to eat that day. No big deal,’ she deflected. ‘Man, I’m such a spaz. Sorry to make you worry.’

But the differences piled up after a while.

Hitomi’s behavior was the first sign that the waitress took note of. Dark circles had appeared under the older woman’s eyes, eyes that tended to linger on her daughter with such a pained look sometimes. Hugs were tighter, longer. It was almost like Hitomi thought Iris was just going to disappear at any moment. She looked tired and terrified and it scared the mermaid to death.

Iris herself started showing her own signs a few months in. The star kept looking around like she was expecting someone to just come out of nowhere and grab her.

The older girl’s first thought was that some obsessed fan (possibly Ota) had started taking things too far. Maybe their idolizing had turned into stalking (again, she thought of Ota). But questioning Iris on this topic turned up nothing. Even Ota was seemingly completely in the dark, though Amame still kept an eye on him. Just in case.

Needless to say, she was getting nowhere. And that was before she caught Iris holding her hand to her chest like it hurt, before Iris started complaining about freezing  when everyone else was sweating from the heat.

And Iris still refused to talk.

It was frustrating.

Behind every smile and laugh it felt like the pink haired girl was pulling away. Preparing to leave. For months, Amame thought she was losing her mind. Maybe she was imagining all this. This was Iris, after all. The girl was always a little odd, an unstoppable force. Always moving, always smiling, always...there.

But then she’d see another sign, and Iris’ smile would return more forced than before. The subject would be immediately changed.

“I don’t know what to do,” the blue haired girl told her brunette friend. Kizuna had been a real ally through all of this. Even if she wasn’t as attuned to the goings on as Amame, she’d been just as worried. However, Kizuna was also of the mindset that if Iris wanted to tell them, she would, and that they shouldn’t push her.

Amame understood that. Really. She did. She understood better than most how stubborn the younger girl could be.

Still.

They were best friends. Didn’t that count for anything?

Maybe that was a selfish way to look at things.

So Amame held her tongue, waited for the day that Iris would finally tell her what the hell was going on.

And. Well. That lasted until the New Cyclops Serial Killings started up and Renju Okiura became a prime suspect. Until Iris somehow wound up smack dab in the middle of it all, started hanging out with a weird detective, and started talking more emphatically about conspiracy theories and mythology. Iris had always been interested in the occult, so that was nothing new. But this was more obsessive, spoken with conviction. Like she was trying to really say it was all connected. The serious glint in her eyes was troubling.

So, finally, Amame had enough.

“What’s with you lately?”

Okay, so that had come out harsher than she’d intended.

Bright blue eyes blinked, nervous fingers tugging on the ends of her jacket sleeves. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve been acting weird for months, now.”

Iris laughed, tilting her head in that way she did when she was uncomfortable or thinking. “Haven’t I always been weird though.”

The deflection is seen for what it is. Amame won’t let it happen. Not this time. She’s worried and tired. Shoma once told her that was when she was her most bullheaded. He was a pretty smart kid so she figured it was safe to take his word for it.

“This is different, and with everything going on right now, I feel like it’s just gotten worse.”

The smile on the other girl’s face was smaller now, sad, but it also felt like the first genuine smile Amame had seen in forever. “You shouldn’t worry so much, you know.” She shrugged. “I’m really just worried about Mizuki. Mr. Okiura’s her dad, after all.”

It didn’t feel like the whole picture. “It’s not just that, though. Ever since January you’ve-”

“Mame, please,” Iris cuts her off. “It’s better if you don’t know.”

The facade is gone, and a look she’d never seen on Iris’ face emerges. She looks desperate. But not for herself? It was really weird. It felt like she was concerned for Amame. But why?

One last attempt was made. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I’m fine, Mame, really.”

She tried not to let it sting. It was hard not to feel like the secrecy was from a lack of trust. After all, Amame had confided in Iris. She’d told her about lying to get her job at Sunfish Pocket. She’d cried frustrated tears about her parents getting a divorce and she worried about her dad. She revealed that part of her hated that she’d never get to go to college because her family just couldn’t afford it, and how it sucked feeling like that because it wasn’t her parents’ fault.

She’d confided so much in Iris, because she trusted her, because she was... So why...?

It was times like this that Amame truly felt her age, like she didn’t know what to do.

“Okay.”

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“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Most days I didn’t even remember there was anything wrong with me,” she admitted. “I got so wrapped up in the idea that Naix was out to get me.”

It was January when Iris finally told her. After the New Cyclops Killer was long dead, after Mr. Okiura turned up dead as well, after Iris’ “Uncle” turned out to actually be Date (Amame decided to let that one go), after Iris had already gotten her surgery to remove the tumor in her brain.

Now, Amame and Iris lay on the couch at the Sagan residence, curled up together as Amame absorbed the actual reason for the pink haired girl’s changes. She felt like she could finally breathe again, like a huge weight had been lifted from her own mind, ironically.

She sighed, intertwining one hand with Iris’. Finally. Answers. Because Iris was okay. She wasn’t dying. She wasn’t leaving. She was right here, with her.

“I’m glad you’re better.” The words feel too small, but it was all that came out of her mouth. What did you say to everything Iris had been through in the last year?

“I’m sorry I worried you.”

“It wasn’t-”

“I know. It still sucked though.”

Amame snorted. “Just a little.”

“I really did think I was protecting you.”

“I know.”

The streamer let out a long breath like she’d been holding it for months. This was a rare moment of calm for the two, so they just lay there, Iris letting Mame trace the scar on the shaved part of her head.

It was nice.

Amame let herself be snuggled into as Iris’ eyes started to droop.

“Hey, weren’t we supposed to watch a movie after our big serious talk,” the blue haired mermaid chastised, getting a laugh out of her companion.

“But I’m soooooo tired, and you’re sooooo comfy,” she whined. “Can’t we just take a little nap first? Please?”

All it took was one bat of crystal colored eyes if she was being honest.

After all, Amame knew better than most how stubborn Iris could be.

“You’re lucky I like you. I was promised a movie.”

“You don’t just like me, you looooooove me.”

Amame rolled her eyes with a fond grin. “Sure.” Then for good measure she added, “At least it’s not ShovelForge.”

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Sharing Your World

@natsumeweek Day 5: Whispers/Sharing

an excerpt from chapter 4 of my fic, which will be posted soon from now :)

Edit: Chapter 4 is out!

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Sharing Your World by lyss_28

Natsume and Tanuma sat on the hill by the river, watching the setting sun reflect off of the water. Natsume seemed to gaze at something down by the bank. He said no words, but his face showed he was watching something with amusement. Something Tanuma couldn't see.

"Natsume, what are you watching over there?"

Natsume's concentration broke.

"I, uh-"

"Please tell me the truth. I know you see something over there. You looked happy, so I was just wondering."

Natsume looked down for a moment, and then looked back to the river bank and pointed.

"There's a couple of kappa playing over there. They look like they're trying to fish, but they're not being very successful at it. I think the one on the right is part of a group of youkai I hang out with."

Tanuma looked quizzical.

"Youkai you hang out with?"

Natsume looked at him confused for a second. He probably didn't even realize he never talked to Tanuma about this. It probably never occurred to him to share this information.

"Yeah." he smiled.

Tanuma gazed to the spot where the unseen kappa played in the water.

"Tell me about them."

Natsume sat for a moment, as if trying to figure out where even to begin.

"They call themselves the ‘Dog's Circle’."

"Are you the 'dog'?" Tanuma chuckled.

"Yeah..." Natsume sighed, embarrassed.

"They help me out sometimes, but mostly they hang out in my bedroom late at night and get drunk."

Tanuma snorted.

"It's so aggravating," Natsume sighed, this time in exasperation. "They always try to make me drink with them and I have to tell them I’m not old enough."

Tanuma was laughing.

"Don't laugh, Tanuma."

"Haha, sorry. That must be troublesome."

He started laughing again.

Natsume decided to let out a laugh too. He smiled.

"They're annoying, but they've helped me with a lot of tough situations. They act like it's to gain my favor, but in the end they never actually expect anything in return."

He paused for a second.

"You met one of them. Misuzu. You only got to see his human form, but his true form is scarier. He kind of looks like a giant brown horse with purple hair. He has both a hoof and a hand. Oh, and he has bell earrings and wears a plain kimono. Besides Misuzu, there's also the Midranks. One of them is a cyclops, and the other looks like a bull. Then there's Hinoe. She, um, really liked my grandmother. She has blue hair, and a beautiful ornate purple kimono. She smokes on her pipe a lot. And..."

Natsume kept on describing his youkai friends, trying his best to provide specific details, complaining about their antics, sighing in annoyance, telling stories of the trouble he's gotten into with them. Tanuma sat and listened intently to all of this, hanging onto and absorbing every detail. When Natsume finished, he spoke up.

"I know I couldn't see or hear them, but... maybe you could introduce me some day. I'd love to meet your friends. I know it would be a bother to you having to communicate everything to me, but it would make me happy to meet them, even if they could only speak to me through you. It would make me really happy."

Tanuma felt himself start to tear up, but he tried to hold this back.

"Natsume, what color are the fish?"

"What?"

Tanuma did begin to tear up now.

"The fish in the pond. I know you can see them. What color are they?"

"Tanuma..."

Tanuma looked at Natsume. He needed to know. It was such a simple, insignificant thing, but he needed to know despite this. No, because of this. There was no reason he shouldn't know such a simple thing. Natsume looked at him. He smiled, softly.

"Red. Golden. Some of them are white, with beautiful red and black markings. There's something ethereal about them. They almost seem to shimmer in the pond. It's so calming, watching them."

He clenched his fists and looked down.

"I'm sorry. I know you wanted to see them. You were so excited showing the reflections to me, I thought it would be insensitive to tell you there was more to them, that we couldn't see together. So I kept it hidden. I'm sorry, Tanuma."

Tanuma felt tears start to stream down his face, just a little.

"Thank you, Natsume."

"Tanuma..."

"Thank you for sharing your world with me."

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Chapter 8: WE BOARD THE PRINCESS ANDROMEDA

Happy New Years! I am so unreasonably thrilled to see the update change to holidays for no good reason! Staying on schedule Monday keeps me just as excited! 

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Magnus did so without a second thought, maneuvering Alex's fingers with gentle confidence (which sort of looked like using a needle with your pointer finger on top of your other hand,) but when Alex was still smiling and wagging his index about even as he turned to yell in exasperation about the book, "I swear if that's yet another Disney Princess to keep track of!" Magnus's brain went back to short-circuiting as he realized Alex hadn't needed to ask him to do that. Hearth had been right there, hell Alex could have asked Thalia. Yet Hearth was now watching Percy with his usual intent focus for having to lipread, and Thalia keeping Percy focused on anything for a solid minute seemed a full-time job, so that must have been why Alex picked him. 

'Ironic name for an invading army' Thalia mentally corrected him, but dared not hint a word of the Greek myth behind the cruise line's name lest it unnecessarily jog any of Percy's memories. Still, she always wondered at Luke naming his monster ship after the princess the mythological Perseus had saved.

I was staring at the waves when Annabeth and Tyson found me.

"A very awe inspiring and dramatic scene I'm sure they were sorry to interrupt," Will chuckled, imagining Rachel trying to get Percy to sit still in front of the ocean long enough for a sketch Percy had always refused.

"What's going on?" Annabeth asked. "I heard you calling for help!"

"Me, too!" Tyson said. "Heard you yell, 'Bad things are attacking!'"

"I didn't call you guys," I said. "I'm fine."

"Fine being an operative word here, what with a little thing like someone's life being on the line," Jason disagreed.

  "But then who ..." Annabeth noticed the three yellow duffel bags, then the thermos and the bottle of vitamins I was holding. "What—"

"No, no, it was a who," at least Percy hoped she didn't now think he could spontaneously make camping supplies appear.

'Is that why Athena's symbol is an owl, that's the first word out of their mouths?' Hearth grinned.

'My cousin will learn sign language just to tell you to shut up,' Magnus promised.

"Just listen," I said. "We don't have much time."

I told them about my conversation with Hermes. By the time I was finished, I could hear screeching in the distance—patrol harpies picking up our scent.

"Percy," Annabeth said, "we have to do the quest."

"We'll get expelled, you know. Trust me, I'm an expert at getting expelled."

Nico touched his ear just to make sure it hadn't fallen off, and he still didn't quite believe it Percy was still waffling about going on this quest.

"So? If we fail, there won't be any camp to come back to."

"Preach," Alex nodded. This seemed weirdly obvious and very strange nobody seemed to be discussing this more.

"Yeah, but you promised Chiron—"

"I promised I'd keep you from danger. I can only do that by coming with you!

"Or tying him to a tree," Magnus frowned.

"Dude," Percy frowned.

"What? I'm just saying she's not using a lot of problem solving here," Magnus insisted.

"Then you'd have to feed him," Alex helpfully reminded, "and let him out to use the bathroom, who wants the responsibility? This sounds easier."

"Of course going to the cyclops den sounds easier to you," Magnus said without a trace of surprise.

Tyson can stay behind and tell them—"

"I want to go," Tyson said.

"No!" Annabeth's voice sounded close to panic. "I mean ... Percy, come on. You know that's impossible."

I wondered again why she had such a grudge against Cyclopes. There was something she wasn't telling me.

"Which seems to be a recurring pattern with her," Jason huffed.

"We're all entitled to our secrets," Thalia said quietly as she rubbed where her bracelet covered long healed ropes.

Jason quickly looked from Nico and away and didn't argue the point.

She and Tyson both looked at me, waiting for an answer. Meanwhile, the cruise ship was getting farther and farther away.

The thing was, part of me didn't want Tyson along.

"How would you not?" Alex demanded. "He's immune to fire, that alone could have come in handy with all the buses you're bound to explode again."

"In the middle of the ocean?" But Percy looked as unsure of himself now as he had at the time.

I'd spent the last three days in close quarters with the guy, getting razzed by the other campers and embarrassed a million times a day, constantly reminded that I was related to him. I needed some space.

"Fair enough," Will conceded that point, it could be mentally exhausting sharing your cabin with your siblings even when you got along, let alone how many jokes had been following Percy around.

Plus, I didn't know how much help he'd be, or how I'd keep him safe. Sure, he was strong, but Tyson was a little kid in Cyclops terms, maybe seven or eight years old, mentally. I could see him freaking out and starting to cry while we were trying to sneak past a monster or something. He'd get us all killed.

Alex's assured expression fell as he found that a much more valid reason for Tyson staying behind and now felt as conflicted as Percy with that laid out.

On the other hand, the sound of the harpies was getting closer...

"We can't leave him," I decided. "Tantalus will punish him for us being gone."

"That is true," Will said at once.

"That doesn't entirely make me feel better," Percy muttered, still twitching with unease. As much as he knew Annabeth was still hiding something, he felt he still was about Tyson as well. Some emotion still buried within he'd discover during this quest.

"Percy," Annabeth said, trying to keep her cool, "we're going to Polyphemus's island! Polyphemus is an S-i-k ... a C-y-k . .." She stamped her foot in frustration. As smart as she was, Annabeth was dyslexic, too. We could've been there all night while she tried to spell Cyclops.

"I couldn't spell it and I've been reading it half this book, I thought it started with a P," Thalia agreed.

"Call that a psych- lops off your head," Alex snickered.

"But gods forbid she doesn't know the capital of Utah," Magnus sighed as he remembered the flashcards she used to sleep with.

"You know what I mean!"

"Tyson can go," I insisted, "if he wants to."

Tyson clapped his hands. "Want to!"

Annabeth gave me the evil eye, but I guess she could tell I wasn't going to change my mind.

"I don't get her point," Nico frowned. "Does she think he'll eat them the moment he's around his own kin? If he hasn't already sharing a bunk with Percy, I'm not seeing the issue."

"She doesn't want him to come, she's using any excuse she can," Thalia said like that was supposed to make it any better.

Or maybe she just knew we didn't have time to argue.

"All right," she said. "How do we get to that ship?"

"Hermes said my father would help."

"Well then, Seaweed Brain? What are you waiting for?"

I'd always had a hard time calling on my father, or praying, or whatever you want to call it, but I stepped into the waves.

"Urn, Dad?" I called. "How's it going?"

"Percy!" Annabeth whispered. "We're in a hurry!"

"Small talk is still the polite thing even in life or death situations," Nico weirdly sounded like he was speaking from experience, and it put Will on edge as he wondered how often that happened around him and Hades.

"We need your help," I called a little louder. "We need to get to that ship, like, before we get eaten and stuff, so ..."

"I think that was a rather perfect blend of rushing and manners," Jason shrugged. It at least was the most half-decently respectful thing Percy had ever said to any god.

At first, nothing happened. Waves crashed against the shore like normal. The harpies sounded like they were right behind the sand dunes. Then, about a hundred yards out to sea, three white lines appeared on the surface. They moved fast toward the shore, like claws ripping through the ocean.

"If Poseidon sent a kraken to sink the ship, I'll have some serious questions about his idea of help," Jason muttered. He liked Percy fine, but the idea of Neptune in general still bothered him.

As they neared the beach, the surf burst apart and the heads of three white stallions reared out of the waves.

Tyson caught his breath. "Fish ponies!"

He was right. As the creatures pulled themselves onto the sand, I saw that they were only horses in the front; their back halves were silvery fish bodies, with glistening scales and rainbow tail fins.

Everyone's face lit with delight at such a harmonious match up of beauty in these creatures.

"We've been in the ocean for how long and haven't gotten to see these things!" Alex demanded of nothing.

"If I could call one to me, I would," Percy promised as his hand itched to reach out and pet one.

"Hippocampi!" Annabeth said. "They're beautiful."

The nearest one whinnied in appreciation and nuzzled Annabeth.

"Can you not hear them too?" Magnus asked in confusion. It seemed unbelievable he couldn't.

"He said thank you," Percy shrugged, "don't know why the book didn't mention it."

"We'll admire them later," I said. "Come on!"

"There!" a voice screeched behind us. "Bad children out of cabins! Snack time for lucky harpies!"

Five of them were fluttering over the top of the dunes—plump little hags with pinched faces and talons and feathery wings too small for their bodies.

"Like the homegrown version of a fury," Alex frowned and twitched for his garrote.

They reminded me of miniature cafeteria ladies who'd been crossbred with dodo birds.

Percy smiled as he watched all of them bust out with laughter. "Glad you all enjoyed, I'll be here all week," he chuckled too.

"Please don't remind us," Nico tried to say in a much more smooth tone than he actually managed as he was still smiling.

They weren't very fast, thank the gods, but they were vicious if they caught you.

"Tyson!" I said. "Grab a duffel bag!"

He was still staring at the hippocampi with his mouth hanging open, "Tyson!"

"Uh?"

"Come on!"

With Annabeth's help I got him moving. We gathered the bags and mounted our steeds.

Poseidon must've known Tyson was one of the passengers, because one hippocampus was much larger than the other two—just right for carrying a Cyclops.

"Giddyup!" I said. My hippocampus turned and plunged into the waves. Annabeth's and Tyson's followed right behind.

The harpies cursed at us, wailing for their snacks to come back, but the hippocampi raced over the water at the speed of Jet Skis. The harpies fell behind, and soon the shore of Camp Half-Blood was nothing but a dark smudge. I wondered if I'd ever see the place again.

Percy found himself wondering that an awful lot down here as he felt as close to sea sick as he could get half the time. Like his mind was one big rocking vessel that never settled on a single idea for long. He'd just got done remembering the world being in peril yesterday and now this was looming over his head! Some moments the dark thought even snared him if they were even lying about Annabeth being alright just so he wouldn't accidentally kill them all...

But right then I had other problems.

The cruise ship was now looming in front of us—our ride toward Florida and the Sea of Monsters.

Riding the hippocampus was even easier than riding a pegasus. We zipped along with the wind in our faces, speeding through the waves so smooth and steady I hardly needed to hold on at all.

As we got closer to the cruise ship, I realized just how huge it was. I felt as though I were looking up at a building in Manhattan.

Jason let out a whistle in appreciation. "Mercury sent you off in style, how come he doesn't let your camp go on annual cruises in that thing?"

Will, Nico, and Thalia were all very obviously not looking at each other though, and Percy was giving the book one of his deluxe I'll-Kill-You-Later stares as his hand twitched to drop it and go for his pen. This vessel was no vacation to a monster island.

The white hull was at least ten stories tall, topped with another dozen levels of decks with brightly lit balconies and portholes. The ship's name was painted just above the bow line in black letters, lit with a spotlight. It took me a few seconds to decipher it: PRINCESS ANDROMEDA

"I'd still rather hop aboard the Mulan if given the chance," Alex muttered just for Magnus, noting all the Greek kids uneasy silence and knowing this ship wasn't going to be a good thing, but he didn't want to let the opportunity slide to lean in close and watch Magnus's reaction of glancing over and smiling in agreement before turning back.

Attached to the bow was a huge masthead—a three-story-tall woman wearing a white Greek chiton, sculpted to look as if she were chained to the front of the ship. She was young and beautiful, with flowing black hair, but her expression was one of absolute terror. Why anybody would want a screaming princess on the front of their vacation ship, I had no idea.

'I wonder if that made it cheaper, or more expensive,' Hearth smirked.

I remembered the myth about Andromeda and how she had been chained to a rock by her own parents as a sacrifice to a sea monster. Maybe she'd gotten too many F's on her report card or something. Anyway, my name-sake, Perseus, had saved her just in time and turned the sea monster to stone using the head of Medusa.

"I guess we know why you remember this particular story," Jason nodded.

That Perseus always won. That's why my mom had named me after him, even though he was a son of Zeus and I was a son of Poseidon.

"The more you know," Magnus snorted in surprise, wondering if Zeus had found it flattering, insulting, or if he even remembered the original kid at all.

The original Perseus was one of the only heroes in the Greek myths who got a happy ending. The others died—betrayed, mauled, mutilated, poisoned, or cursed by the gods.

"Sometimes all of the above," Thalia agreed grimly, counting herself.

My mom hoped I would inherit Perseus's luck.

"I think she'd have had more luck just naming you Lucky," Alex frowned in pity that didn't seem to be going well.

Judging by how my life was going so far, I wasn't real optimistic.

"Oh I don't know Percy, I'd say you beat the odds," Will grinned as he corrected, laughing just for himself as he forced himself not to quote the prophecy at him.

"I'm at the bottom of the ocean relearning my life from a book," Percy reminded.

"But you're alive doing it," Will spread his arms grandly, nearly swatting Nico in the face.

Percy couldn't argue that and smiled at him, missing the more obvious than usual scowl on Nico's face as he shoved Will away.

"How do we get aboard?" Annabeth shouted over the noise of the waves, but the hippocampi seemed to know what we needed. They skimmed along the starboard side of the ship, riding easily through its huge wake, and pulled up next to a service ladder riveted to the side of the hull.

"You first," I told Annabeth.

"Ladies first," Thalia agreed empirically, "we have the best long range weapons."

"Who ever said chivalry is dead?" Percy grinned.

She slung her duffel bag over her shoulder and grabbed the bottom rung. Once she'd hoisted herself onto the ladder, her hippocampus whinnied a farewell and dove under-water.

Annabeth began to climb. I let her get a few rungs up, then followed her.

Finally it was just Tyson in the water. His hippocampus was treating him to 360° aerials and backward ollies, and Tyson was laughing so hysterically, the sound echoed up the side of the ship.

"The best part is the mortals probably just think it's a pod of dolphins and are going nuts taking pictures," Magnus grinned.

"Tyson, shhh!" I said. "Come on, big guy!"

"Can't we take Rainbow?" he asked, his smile fading.

"Not unless one of you can spontaneously create a weirdly large fish tank on wheels," Will grinned.

I stared at him. "Rainbow?"

"It's better than Bull One and Bull Two," Alex shrugged.

The hippocampus whinnied as if he liked his new name.

"Um, we have to go," I said. "Rainbow ... well, he can't climb ladders."

Tyson sniffled. He buried his face in the hippocampus's mane. "I will miss you, Rainbow!"

The hippocampus made a neighing sound I could've sworn was crying.

"Maybe we'll see him again sometime," I suggested.

"Oh, please!" Tyson said, perking up immediately. "Tomorrow!"

I didn't make any promises, but I finally convinced Tyson to say his farewells and grab hold of the ladder. With a final sad whinny, Rainbow the hippocampus did a back-flip and dove into the sea.

The ladder led to a maintenance deck stacked with yellow lifeboats. There was a set of locked double doors, which Annabeth managed to pry open with her knife and a fair amount of cursing in Ancient Greek.

"Both of which helped equally I'm sure," Magnus nodded.

I figured we'd have to sneak around, being stowaways and all, but after checking a few corridors and peering over a balcony into a huge central promenade lined with closed shops, I began to realize there was nobody to hide from. I mean, sure it was the middle of the night, but we walked half the length of the boat and met no one. We passed forty or fifty cabin doors and heard no sound behind any of them.

"It's a ghost ship," I murmured.

"You haven't seen anything close to a ship of the dead yet," Nico shook his head, though he knew better than to elaborate what he really knew it was. Percy was already sitting so on edge on his seat, he was likely to tip the beanbag over on top of him and not even notice.

"No," Tyson said, fiddling with the strap of his duffel bag. "Bad smell."

Annabeth frowned. "I don't smell anything."

"Cyclopes are like satyrs," I said. "They can smell monsters. Isn't that right, Tyson?"

He nodded nervously. Now that we were away from Camp Half-Blood, the Mist had distorted his face again. Unless I concentrated very hard, it seemed that he had two eyes instead of one.

"Okay," Annabeth said. "So what exactly do you smell?"

"Something bad," Tyson answered.

"Great," Annabeth grumbled. "That clears it up."

'Better than Percy's ghost theory with no warning at all,' Hearth insisted.

We came outside on the swimming pool level. There were rows of empty deck chairs and a bar closed off with a chain curtain. The water in the pool glowed eerily, sloshing back and forth from the motion of the ship.

Above us fore and aft were more levels—a climbing wall, a putt-putt golf course, a revolving restaurant, but no sign of life.

And yet ... I sensed something familiar. Something dangerous. I had the feeling that if I weren't so tired and burned out on adrenaline from our long night, I might be able to put a name to what was wrong.

"It's not like the hotel in Vegas is it?" Jason asked wearily.

"Wrong again," Thalia murmured, but their persistent silence lacking any good news coming was drawing more tension from them all.

"We need a hiding place," I said. "Somewhere safe to sleep."

"Sleep," Annabeth agreed wearily.

We explored a few more corridors until we found an empty suite on the ninth level. The door was open, which struck me as weird. There was a basket of chocolate goodies on the table, an iced-down bottle of sparkling cider on the nightstand, and a mint on the pillow with a hand-written note that said: Enjoy your cruise!

"I don't get it," Magnus finally asked. "Hermes wouldn't have sent you onto some death cruise if he wanted you to find his son, what's with this place?"

His guess had been a little to close that time, Percy winced horribly and turned a bit grey as the answer felt right on the tip of his tongue. He kept reading swiftly before anybody could ask if he was okay, he would be when he figured out what that had meant.

We opened our duffel bags for the first time and found that Hermes really had thought of everything—extra clothes, toiletries, camp rations, a Ziploc bag full of cash, a leather pouch full of golden drachmas. He'd even managed to pack Tyson's oilcloth with his tools and metal bits, and Annabeth's cap of invisibility, which made them both feel a lot better.

"Maybe them," Alex muttered, "I on the other hand want to know how easily he can jack our possessions, and why every person in need around the world doesn't have one of those bags."

"Because that tacky yellow color would clash with anything," Percy said without looking up. There was no good answer for Alex anyways.

"I'll be next door," Annabeth said. "You guys don't drink or eat anything."

"You think this place is enchanted?"

She frowned. "I don't know. Something isn't right. Just ... be careful."

"She says, as she separates from you two," Jason frowned in heightening concern if a rescue mission was going to be launched for her next. "I think in this particular instance privacy isn't that needed."

"I didn't hear you wanting to share a bed with any of us last night in this weird place," Percy sighed, even if he did agree.

We locked our doors.

Tyson crashed on the couch. He tinkered for a few minutes on his metalworking project— which he still wouldn't show me—but soon enough he was yawning. He wrapped up his oilcloth and passed out.

I lay on the bed and stared out the porthole. I thought I heard voices out in the hallway, like whispering. I knew that couldn't be. We'd walked all over the ship and had seen nobody. But the voices kept me awake. They reminded me of my trip to the Underworld—the way the spirits of the dead sounded as they drifted past.

Monsters Luke was still summoning right onto the ship perhaps? Thalia absently wondered as she tried to keep breathing normally. Or perhaps actual demigods they'd somehow managed to avoid passing by now.

Nico laughed when nothing was really funny, it was a dark noise that made Percy's skin crawl. Nico had heard that so often he could almost tune it out now. The quiet was worse than the whispers.

 Will watched Nico in concern though and wanted this to be over as much as Percy already so he could ask him what that had meant and not be brushed off!

Finally my weariness got the best of me. I fell asleep ... and had my worst dream yet.

"Worse than Grover in a dress?" Nico scoffed.

"Worse than me in a straight jacket?" Thalia grinned.

"Worse than the Kronos talking in the pit nightmare?" Jason killed the fun with a more pertinent question.

Percy had smiled at the first two, but turned back to the book with un uncharacteristically grim look on his face.

I was standing in a cavern at the edge of an enormous pit. I knew the place too well. The entrance to Tartarus.

"Annabeth might be getting jealous of how often you dream of this guy," Thalia frowned.

Percy spluttered as he was pulled from his past to glare at her not-so-innocent smile now before he decided to ignore the implication.

And I recognized the cold laugh that echoed from the darkness below.

If it isn't the young hero. The voice was like a knife blade scraping across stone. On his way to another great victory.

I wanted to shout at Kronos to leave me alone. I wanted to draw Riptide and strike him down.

But I couldn't move. And even if I could, how could I kill something that had already been destroyed—chopped to pieces and cast into eternal darkness?

"Flames?" Alex asked hopefully.

"Nah, but we could chuck Will down there," Jason was clearly trying at a joke this time which at least the recipient laughed at while Nico looked even more offended at the implication. That sun dazed idiot would never survive down there!

Don't let me stop you, the titan said. Perhaps this time, when you fail, you'll wonder if it's worthwhile slaving for the gods. How exactly has your father shown his appreciation lately?

"He sent you Rainbow!" Magnus reminded, mock scandalized the Titan could have forgotten.

'And Tyson,' Hearth agreed, but there was a somber tinge to his face making his signing not seem like much of a joke. Magnus once again swallowed the curiosity to ask about his friends life he'd never been privy to.

His laughter filled the cavern, and suddenly the scene changed.

It was a different cave—Grover's bedroom prison in the Cyclops's lair.

Grover was sitting at the loom in his soiled wedding dress, madly unraveling the threads of the unfinished bridal train.

"Who knew I'd ever want to start a sowing club with a satyr," Alex nodded in appreciation.

"Honeypie!" the monster shouted from behind the boulder.

Grover yelped and began weaving the threads back together.

The room shook as the boulder was pushed aside. Looming in the doorway was a Cyclops so huge he made Tyson look vertically challenged. He had jagged yellow teeth and gnarled hands as big as my whole body. He wore a faded purple T-shirt that said WORLD SHEEP EXPO 2001. He must've been at least fifteen feet tall, but the most startling thing was his enormous milky eye, scarred and webbed with cataracts. If he wasn't completely blind, he had to be pretty darn close.

"What are you doing?" the monster demanded.

"Nothing!" Grover said in his falsetto voice. "Just weaving my bridal train, as you can see."

The Cyclops stuck one hand into the room and groped around until he found the loom. He pawed at the cloth. "It hasn't gotten any longer!"

"Oh, um, yes it has, dearest. See? I've added at least an inch."

"Too many delays!" the monster bellowed. Then he sniffed the air. "You smell good! Like goats!"

"Oh." Grover forced a weak giggle. "Do you like it? It's Eau de Chevre. I wore it just for you."

"Mmmm!" The Cyclops bared his pointed teeth. "Good enough to eat!"

"Oh, you're such a flirt!"

"No more delays!"

"But dear, I'm not done!"

"Tomorrow!"

"No, no. Ten more days."

"Five!"

"Oh, well, seven then. If you insist."

"Seven! That is less than five, right?"

"At this point he could say he wanted to wait until next year and this boulder brain would think he meant tomorrow," Jason frowned.

"Whatever delay works," Percy reminded fiercely.

"Certainly. Oh yes."

The monster grumbled, still not happy with his deal, but he left Grover to his weaving and rolled the boulder back into place.

Grover closed his eyes and took a shaky breath, trying to calm his nerves.

"Hurry, Percy," he muttered. "Please, please, please!"

It took all of Percy's will power not to throw the book to the floor and storm over to that island right this second to rescue his best friend as he read his pleas. No Titan could hold him in the ocean!

But his dad had put him down here for a reason. He knew Grover was alive because he still was, and though it did not soothe a single worry in him to know how thin the line of alive and being okay was, he had to trust his dad knew what he was doing letting him hear all of this before he went back.

I woke to a ship's whistle and a voice on the intercom— some guy with an Australian accent who sounded way too happy.

"Good morning, passengers! We'll be at sea all day today. Excellent weather for the poolside mambo party! Don't forget million-dollar bingo in the Kraken Lounge at one o'clock, and for our special guests, disemboweling practice on the Promenade!"

I sat up in bed. "What did he say?"

"What's a mambo party?" Jason asked. He got a bunch of blank stares, and he protested, "what? I know what disemboweling is, even if I couldn't find the Promenade. I just wanted to know if I should be worried about throwing a mambo party too."

"I'll explain later," Thalia finally promised when the silence lingered.

Tyson groaned, still half asleep. He was lying facedown on the couch, his feet so far over the edge they were in the bathroom. "The happy man said ... bowling practice?"

'Bowling practice with your bowels, I feel like the hotel would get a kick out of that one,' Hearth thought to himself, but knew Magnus nor Thalia would know what he meant and decided now wasn't a good time to sound like he was agreeing with whatever monster was aboard.

I hoped he was right, but then there was an urgent knock on the suite's interior door. Annabeth stuck her head in—her blond hair in a rat's nest.

"No more princess curls? Did Andromeda make her rethink them?" Alex chuckled.

"I'd like to see how you look first waking up," Magnus tried, and failed at a confident tone. Mostly he just stuttered and blushed as he realized what a terrible thing this was to say before he fully said it and Percy had mercifully just rolled his eyes and ignored him while Alex pinned him with those eyes again.

"Disemboweling practice?"

Once we were all dressed, we ventured out into the ship and were surprised to see other people. A dozen senior citizens were heading to breakfast. A dad was taking his kids to the pool for a morning swim. Crew members in crisp white uniforms strolled the deck, tipping their hats to the passengers.

Nobody asked who we were. Nobody paid us much attention. But there was something wrong.

As the family of swimmers passed us, the dad told his kids: "We are on a cruise. We are having fun."

"Yes," his three kids said in unison, their expressions blank. "We are having a blast. We will swim in the pool."

They wandered off.

"Oh, well that's creepy," Will still managed to say in almost a cheerful kind of voice, like he couldn't wait to hear how to slay whatever was making this so odd. Jason didn't regret his joke now more than ever.

"Good morning," a crew member told us, his eyes glazed. "We are all enjoying ourselves aboard the Princess Andromeda. Have a nice day." He drifted away.

"Percy, this is weird," Annabeth whispered. "They're all in some kind of trance."

"Thank you, captain obvious," Thalia nodded.

"Probably the only time that title will be appropriate to the setting," Percy chuckled.

Then we passed a cafeteria and saw our first monster. It was a hellhound—a black mastiff with its front paws up on the buffet line and its muzzle buried in the scrambled eggs. It must've been young, because it was small compared to most—no bigger than a grizzly bear.

Still, my blood turned cold. I'd almost gotten killed by one of those before.

Percy felt the same cold chill creep up his spine now as he remembered that...but it wasn't nearly as powerful as the first time either. A part of him even felt a since of, longing? He felt a little nuts why he'd ever want to see one of these things again.

The weird thing was:

"I'm plenty fine with the weird stopping at demon dog eating eggs," Magnus promised, but Percy was still reading and ignoring him.

a middle-aged couple was standing in the buffet line right behind the devil dog, patiently waiting their turn for the eggs. They didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary.

"But that did make it weirder," Magnus sighed.

"Especially if they get their turn, who knows what's in that drool?" Alex finally turned away and wrinkled his nose at the book in disgust...but at least it hadn't been at him.

"Not hungry anymore," Tyson murmured.

"Actually I could go for some bacon still, so long as I don't find an eyeball in it," Percy muttered as he flipped the page.

He felt all the eyes boring into him and looked up with a frown, "what, I didn't get to finish my breakfast."

"We'll take a break soon Perce," Will happily agreed, watching Nico carefully. He seemed as impassive about this as he did most of what had been going on, but Will had still uneasily noticed he'd yet eaten a thing.

Before Annabeth or I could reply, a reptilian voice came from down the corridor, "Ssssix more joined yesssterday."

"I don't suppose they're talking about something nice, like six more water colors?" Magnus sighed, making sure to translate that for Hearth.

"Wouldn't hold your breath," Alex frowned.

Will flinched though, enough they all noticed and nobody wanted to try laughing off whatever he kept himself tight lipped about. How they were celebrating the loss of another friend who had abandoned camp for this place...how he'd seen those dracaena rip into a kid who had just gotten there that summer. Michael had dragged him away when he'd insisted he could just feed him a little more ambrosia and his entrails would slide back in...

Nico alone felt the shiver roll off of him, how he quickly shook his head and put up a convincing smile for the others to just move on. Will caught his eye though, and it dropped for just a moment. He opened his mouth like he desperately wanted to say something- but then Percy kept reading, and Nico dutifully turned away to watch like everybody else and refused to acknowledge the stupid thrill of having this easy excuse to watch the son of Poseidon.

Annabeth gestured frantically toward the nearest hiding place—the women's room—and all three of us ducked inside. I was so freaked out it didn't even occur to me to be embarrassed.

"At least you didn't have flashbacks to a royal resurrection," Alex shrugged.

Something—or more like two somethings—slithered past the bathroom door, making sounds like sandpaper against the carpet.

"Yesss," a second reptilian voice said. "He drawssss them. Ssssoon we will be sssstrong."

Will was starting to lightly shiver and fighting back the urge to yell at Percy to stop drawing out those hisses, but he didn't want to look like an idiot. He knew there were no snakes in here.

The things slithered into the cafeteria with a cold hissing that might have been snake laughter.

"What do snakes eat for breakfast?" Will's voice sounded odd not having a hiss to it after Percy had tried to, poorly, mimic such a thing.

"Rats, don't you remember George and Martha," Percy reminded.

"If there are rat's anywhere near my pancakes, I'm out," Jason stated.

Annabeth looked at me. "We have to get out of here."

"You think I want to be in the girls' restroom?"

"They have better lighting but always less toilet paper for some reason," Alex clearly thought he was offering helpful advice.

"I mean the ship, Percy! We have to get off the ship."

"Smells bad," Tyson agreed. "And dogs eat all the eggs. Annabeth is right. We must leave the restroom and ship."

"Well at least now you have a convenient exit?" Jason offered.

"I can't make the plumbing eat us, do I look like I'm wearing red and overalls?" Percy protested.

I shuddered. If Annabeth and Tyson were actually agreeing about something, I figured I'd better listen.

"Is that what it takes," Thalia popped the side of her head. "Here I've been going about it all wrong."

Then I heard another voice outside—one that chilled me worse than any monster's.

"—only a matter of time. Don't push me, Agrius!"

It was Luke, beyond a doubt. I could never forget his voice.

Alex watched the way Thalia tried not to curl into herself and the murderous look pass over Percy again and decided to say, "how could you, you've dreamed of him too."

"At this rate Annabeth's the only person you haven't dreamed of," Magnus agreed.

"You'll be lucky if I only dream of stabbing you all," Percy groaned while Thalia flashed Alex a small, albeit genuinely amused look.

"I'm not pushing you!" another guy growled. His voice was deeper and even angrier than Luke's. "I'm just saying, if this gamble doesn't pay off—"

"It'll pay off," Luke snapped. "They'll take the bait. Now, come, we've got to get to the admiralty suite and check on the casket."

Their voices receded down the corridor.

Tyson whimpered. "Leave now?"

Annabeth and I exchanged looks and came to a silent agreement.

"We can't," I told Tyson.

"We have to find out what Luke is up to," Annabeth agreed. "And if possible, we're going to beat him up, bind him in chains, and drag him to Mount Olympus."

"In that order?" Nico asked.

"I don't see why it's not possible," Jason scowled, "Mercury might even give you a real cruise ship instead of this madness if you do."

"Percy's involved," Thalia reminded as she took the book from him, "something's going to go wrong."

Percy resisted giving up the book long enough to smack it against her shoulder before he crossed his arms, but didn't deny it.

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@holmestheheart continued from [x]

“As you should be,” He truly can not shut up or be helped by himself or anything else. An eyebrow raises in self objection, eyes slightly widened at his own incredible talent for ruining the proverbial moment. “Sorry,” The apology comes out lowly, almost under his breath - he is working on being a better Devil overall, but?

Baby steps.

Any step was an improvement. (Apparently).

Lucifer observes, fingers steepling at the join of his belt. She seems at home - comfortable and he is willing to oblige her; a silent sign of gratitude for putting up with him. “Ugh,” Moving to the floor he crosses his outstretched legs, back against the throne, “Sam.” His nose scrunches at the mention of his brother; it is not that he disapproves of their relationship as he holds no bias to gender or sexuality, but? 

It is Gabriel.

Generally speaking he disapproves of Gabe. As only an older brother could.

“Of course he did,” Picking at imaginary dirt underneath neat, trim nails he occupies idle energy, “I swear I’ve never met a Moose with so little backbone before.” His eyes roll, head shaking in the negative, “The Cage was quite the experience.” Almost as an afterthought he tacks on, “Though I do desperately wish it had been out of body.”

“Sinful Daddy in Heaven, no!” At this he does chuckle, Nick’s chest rumbling lightly. “Surprised you two didn’t summon anything this time aND,” Lucifer begins the interjection before she can, “Before you say anything: all I am saying is I’m kind of disappointed.” 

He lets the tidbit settle for a beat before blazing through, “I had no idea you could summon a Blazing Cyclops so easily AND without a ritual sacrifice.” Head tipping backwards he exposes himself for what he truly is; grinning. Widely.

“I really enjoyed myself- I mean!!” His hands splay, open and trying to emphasize, “How often do you really get to watch a God damned giant explode and THEN get to go home covered just!!” And, suddenly he is a giddy five year old again, positively brimming with excitement, “Absolutely head to toe in rotting viscera?!”

Lucifer laughs warmly - genuinely, head angling back to view her over the carved lion's head arm of the throne, “Do you think we could do that again sometime?” Truly he knows he should take her to fancier, nicer places, but? There was something truly magical about fearing for your life amongst your loved ones.

Ohhh, yuck.

He realizes himself but he doesn’t allow it to stifle his mirth this time around. Somewhere deep, way deep, deep, DEEP down he does recognize the need and capacity for feeling that he has, but he is entirely loath to admit it to himself or anyone else. 

“I am pretty much begging you to summon a mythical being on top of Dean’s head, do not say no to me now,”  Though he is very much serious he is also partially joking - laughing. Surely any chance to get to show his prowess off was one he’d gladly take, but beyond that? He’d actually enjoyed himself frantically clambering down the back alleys of Chicago. “I might even let you read ONE passage from The Book of the Dead.” 

He shrugs off a silent, internal debate, “Cursed mummies aren’t AS horrible as all of the films make them seem.” Though he isn’t finished speaking he does fall silent, only adding on quietly once she has begun speaking, “They’re far worse.”

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