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buttdumplin · 1 day

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The sweet, lovely poly 141 boys and their Spanish-speaking latine partner.

This was meant to be a quick little thing, but boy did this get away from me lmao. This is the fluffiest shit I've ever indulged in and I love it. Big thank you to @mikichko for inspiring and helping with this!!!

CW: poly 141, gn!reader, latine reader, mexican slang, hint of d/s dynamics in Johnny's

Price, god love the man, is the one who seems to stumble the most. It's almost comical, considering the fact that Spanish and Arabic are so similar due to their histories. But there's a big difference between the Spanish he's learned to recognize and what you throw at him on the daily. He truly thinks it's because of his age, window of acquisition and all that. John does not expect to be able to speak fluently with you, but he does at least want to understand you. What he really wants, though, is to make you feel more fully at home with him, and he is forever grateful that you feel comfortable and safe enough with them to embrace all parts of your identity.

"Hola, amor mío. How was your day?" you greet him from the couch, eyeing him from tip to toe and almost whistling at seeing him in uniform. "Sigues rechulo, mi güerito, so I assume all went well?"

John swings down to kiss you, gripping the back of your neck to prolongue the kiss, trying to soak in as much of the affection as he can while also disguising the fact that he still doesn't fully recognize what came after.

"Yours was good too, I trust?"

"Yeah, but my brother called. El güey still con sus pinches mamadas and asking for my help. Aguas, in case he shows up this week."

"I... will keep an eye out, dove."

"Call me si les arma pedo and I'm not around."

He just nods sagely and squishes up against you on the couch, letting your warmth seep into his tired bones.

Later that evening, he rounds up the boys while you're in the shower and pulls out a small notebook where he's written things out phonetically. John may not have all the knowledge he needs, but he sure as hell is good at getting it.

"'Güey,' that's the brother's nickname?"

"No, that's like 'man/guy.' But it's also an insult. But not always," Johnny supplies.

"Fuck me, okay. 'Rechulo' is... I got nothing for that one."

"The 're' is for heavy emphasis, 'chulo' is 'cute/handsome/pretty.' 'Re' can go on practically any adjective," Simon steps in.

"'Aguas' and 'pedo' CANNOT be what they are, right?"

Kyle takes his hand and chuckles, "No, sweetheart. The first is like a warning, the second a fight or scene or scandal. In this context."

John's shoulders finally relax and he lets out a heavy sigh, putting the final touches on his notes of the day.

"Thank you, boys, for your patience and your kindness. And your secrecy," John huffs a little laughter and gives them his sweetest smile, the one where you can see the dimples poking out through the beard.

They all reach over to gently caress him, taking turns kissing the parts of him they can reach.

"Thank you, John, for trying so hard."

Beautiful, wonderful Kyle, the delight of a man that he is, is the one giving it as good as he gets. He's the one crooning in your ear, showering you with the most decadent terms of endearment, knowing full well they make your knees much weaker in Spanish. He'll use the advantage every single chance he has, don't doubt that for a second. But truly, it's the soft seclusion of those moments that he cherishes most, when you're looking up at him with big bright eyes, knowing you fully trust him to take care of you.

You're grumbling away as you wash dishes after dinner when Kyle comes up behind you, arms making the way slowly around your waist, chin dropping onto your shoulder.

"Oh, tesoro mío, look at you working away, working so hard for us."

You refuse to look at him and give a fussy pout. He knows it's your least favorite of the house duties. So much so that you're always willing to do almost anything as long as you don't have to touch wet food.

"It looks like you've done enough, cariño. Come join us in bed."

"No. None of you wanted to trade with me so se aguantan," you try to wiggle and bump his head away from yours.

"Come on, cosa hermosa, we need you with us to settle for the night," he pulls your hands from the water, drying them and turning you towards him.

You immediately bury your face into his chest. Can't look him in the eye, he'll win you over the moment you do.

"So they send in the smooth talker, huh?"

Kyle laughs, clear and bright, and he wraps you back up in his arms, gently cradling your head until you give in and look up at him.

"Or," he says, making you both rock gently, "I'm trying to sneak in a little solo time."

Your body melts against his as the words sink in, big eyes blinking softly up at him, "Besito?"

"As many as you want, mi vida. Until you grow bored of me," and you're letting out a sweet sigh as those soft lips meet yours.

His hands move to bring your body closer to his, to milk this quiet moment for as much contact as possible, to sear it all into his memory.

"You two are awfully quiet out there," Simon calls from the bedroom and it makes you break apart with a little jump.

You hear frantic rustling that has to be Johnny, "Hold on, what happened to doing the dishes!"

A chuckle escapes the two of you, sparkling eyes meeting in the low light from the stove hood. The sound of John huffing to get comfortable floats in from the bedroom.

"Just a minute more, hermosura," he mutters against your hair. "Wanna stay here a bit longer."

"Really liking all those pet names, aren't you?"

Kyle laughs again and gives you a squeeze, "Mean every single one of them."

And you happily linger, not pointing out that you've noticed an endearing pattern of Kyle wrapping up nights in the kitchen with you in his arms and a faint love song echoing down the hall for you two to sway to.

Beloved, darling Simon, he hides his own understanding of the language. He understands it nearly perfectly, with just the tiniest margin of error, nothing too big to bring attention to it. Overall, he's able to catch almost everything you mumble. It's not to be sneaky or anything like that, Simon would never do anything to compromise your privacy. It's more that he doesn't quite see the need to verbalize it. To him it's nothing special, no need to make a spectacle. Instead, he lets it seep into his actions, ever the acts of service lover that he is.

You're spread out on the couch, on the phone with your mother, complaining, "Como chingan los del trabajo. Me pidieron un reporte para el viernes y ahora me reclaman que todavía no se los he dado y apenas es miércoles."

There was a tension in your shoulders when you came home from work, he didn't miss that. Caught you jolting to a stop mid-stretch. And as the call goes on longer, Simon picks up on more.

"No he tenido chance de lavar ropa, ni una putisima pijama... Traigo un pinche antojo de mole, pero es un chingo de trabajo y ahorita no le puedo dedicar el tiempo..."

He quietly moves to gather the boys as you continue ranting and pace around the room. You're too caught up in your call to see them forming a massive huddle and their nodding at Simon right as the break and throw their joined hands in the air.

By the time you're off the phone, it's dark out and you notice the house is quieter than usual. You move to look for the boys (they can't have left without telling you, right?) when Simon pops out from the hall, crooked smile you love so much adorning his face, and he simply takes your hand to pull you into the bathroom. A hot bath greets you, some honeyed bath bomb already dissolving in the water and your laptop set up on a bucket besides the bath, your comfort show already pulled up and ready to play. Simon then points to your softest pajamas washed and set out on the counter for you.

"And you'll help me with my lotion too?"

He kisses your forehead, "When do I not?"

"The boys?"

"Setting up dinner. Kyle and I are making your favorite."

You whip around to face him, eyes wide and excited, "With fresh tortillas?"

With a low, affirmative hum Simon pulls you in closer and just holds you. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't need to. But he lends you his strength, which is all he can really hope for. The steady beat of his heart and the warmth of his arms around you help release the tightness in your body. Letting out your own little hum, you give him a squeeze and he squeezes back harder, crushing you in the way he knows you find comforting. There's a soft devotion in his tenderness with you, an unshakable support in every single thing you do.

"So you gonna undress me too, or...?"

A peal of laughter escapes you as he playfully swats at your butt, "Undress yourself. I've got cooking to do."

A day without hearing your laughter is a day poorly spent to Simon.

He's almost to the door when you pull him back into you, hands tugging on his shirt to bring him down to your height. His own laughter rumbles in his chest as you cover his face in loud kisses, and he stays locked in place. He will for as long as you need him to, never mind his back. If it's gonna go out eventually, he'd rather it go out from his time spent like this.

Johnny, bless the boy, is desperate to hear it, to have you address him directly. You speak plenty around the house, on phone calls with friends, talking back at the tv (some shows have been put on temporary bans, or at the very least you're not supposed to watch them alone), at the lovely crooked cat yall adopted. You shower them with pet names with every breath you take. And he loves it all! Loves that you so willingly share so much of yourself with them. But Johnny boy is dying for something specific- "Love, why don't you call me papi?"

When he voices it, it's a complete surprise. Simon and Kyle both laugh so hard so suddenly that they find themselves choking on their own spit. Price himself is caught so off-guard that he fully looks up from the dinner he's prepping in the kitchen, raw chicken slipping out of his hands and plopping back into the flour bowl. You at first laugh it off lightly, thinking it was one of his cutesy jokes he makes to get a giggle out of everyone. That would have made the most sense, honestly. But when he looks away, big blue eyes shining with the softest hint of embarrassment, it sinks in.

You shift in your seat a fraction, "Johnny, I don't even call any of you that in English. You know it's not exactly the same thing, right?"

"I know but the little old lady from the corner shop calls me "papi" and so does the older man who brings the water and other people too and it's always so affectionate and so I thought..."

He spares a glance at you, hoping he hasn't completely overstepped.

"Where did this come from?"

"Ale let it slip last time we grabbed coffee and the joy on Rudy's face was so blinding that I thought maybe we should try it."

"Honey--"

"Please, just once."

"But I--"

"It doesn't have to be a title! It can be soft and casual, no expectations."

"You don't--"

"I promise I'll be good for it."

Oh.

Your gaze meets the other boys' and you all take a good look at your Johnny. At some point during his pleading he brought himself down to kneel in front of you. His broad shoulders are slumped forward in submission, his hands clenched together so tightly his fingertips are completely white. Price nods at you, the other two eagerly nodding along as well.

Leaning forward, you grab him by the jaw, gently bringing his head to rest against your thigh.

Running your fingers through his hair, you utter out a low, "Sweet little thing like you just wants to be good, don't you papi?"

Johnny's eyes glaze over slightly, a shy, dazed smile growing on his face. There's not an ounce of hesitation in him as he nuzzles his face into your thigh, just sweet elation. Pleased grumbles escape the others, making Johnny's smile grow bigger.

You make sure to add it into your regular circulation.

#poly 141 #poly 141 x reader #poly 141 x latine reader #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #johnny soap mactavish #captain john price #ghost x reader #gaz x reader #soap x reader #price x reader #i cannot emphasize the poly of this enough #this is truly some of the most self indulgent shit i've ever written and i've never been happier lmao #honestly this is just precious moments with each of them #i'm definitely going to be writing more 141 x latine reader #prepare to be fucking sick of me #frfr tho this is the first long thing i've written in years and ngl it feels good to be doing it again #also yeah i tend to sprinkle in commas like they're condiments

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catboymoments · 1 day

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Me: Asks you to educate yourself, providing easy access to videos that, turns out, directly address the issues that make you dislike vivziepop and provide more context than tumblr and twitter hate threads ever do

You responded to that quickly I know you didn't bother watching. Bruh. I told you a lot of the hate around Vivziepop isn't valid and you don't check it out? See if any of your concerns fell under the one video I directly recommended?? The creator had timestamps too.

Going to the video would have told you the one nazi oc was from eight years ago. And it wasn't even hers! The Vivziepop drama playlist goes in depth about the updates concerning the people Vivziepop has worked with. Which SEVERAL people that worked with her came out to defend her and provide their experiences

You'd find out if you had just watched the videos, the proof, that people love to hate on Vivizie for clout and to farm likes and attention. They take screenshots out of context, go on tangents without proof, etc.

And expect you to believe them.

SO I'll do this one more time to address what specifically you said you disliked about Vivzie.

This playlist has all the videos I will talk about and more. So, if you know of any other drama and controversy surrounding Vivziepop you should probably consult that before forming your opinion: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLOWIXPh0p7CzgQoUIl7rqd8oz2Ym6V9XY&si=lhDApDPhX5sWyTHA

Again, it can be found by typing into the Youtube search bar, "ayy lmao vivziepop drama"

You'll find their playlist "Vivziepop Drama Playlist" right there or even just going to the youtube channel "Ayy Lmao" and looking through the playlists.

Specifically addressing what makes you dislike Vivziepop:

The one Nazi oc, the only one to exist, is discussed in "Why everyone hates Vivziepop" at 20:07 and in "The Truth Behind Vivziepop" at 5:07 The latter has more information on that and it only takes TWO MINUTES to watch! With screenshots and proof and everything.

If you heard somewhere that there were multiple, did where you heard that have a source? To, y'know, back up the claim? If you can find it that would be lovely otherwise that is just an allegation either someone told you or you are misremembering.

The drama concerning their workplace goes mainly from the beginning of the playlist to "Vivziepop Erin Frost Drama Round 3"

Multiple artists and people that worked with Vivziepop come out in support of Vivziepop and debunk claims made by others in "Helluva boss employees debunk Vivziepop allegations (Vivziepop drama Part 4)"

I'm not sure what you are referring to when you say "the way she treats her friends" and since you haven't provided any sort of source I can only guess that you may be thinking about the ugly situation covered in "Vivziepop Spindlehorse Drama Explained"

I can already tell by the amount of people responding to the first ask I sent that you have a platform, at least a larger audience compared to the average user. If you have problems with x y and z thing about Vivziepop, provide links and proof to what concerns you in the future.

If you don't remember or can't find that proof. Watch the videos. That simple. Put it on in the background, educate yourself, before you spread any more misinformation. Please.

Then form your opinion. It's a lot and I know it is a lot but you need to know this before jumping on the bandwagon of canceling someone. Especially if you have a large audience.

Vivziepop drama and hatedom is so exhausting you wouldn't BELIEVE IT. People are constantly spewing hate without providing PROOF. THEY'RE ALLEGATIONS! Even with "proof" most are out of context and bad faith. There is a motive to lie about someone as well known as Vivziepop

I'm not asking you to like her I'm asking you to educate yourself before repeating what you've heard and provide sources to back them up.

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girlkisser13 · 3 days

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dating percy jackson would include

• if anyone is boyfriend coded it's PERCY!!!

• underwater kisses!! all the time!! being a son of poseidon has its benefits. the whole experience is just magical fr. it's like being in a whole different world, where nothing else matters except for the two of you. the sensation of your lips touching, your bodies intertwined, and the sound of your breathing mixing with the water is simply unforgettable. the way your hands hold onto each other, the way your eyes lock, and the way your heart beats as one, it's a feeling that can't be replicated anywhere else.

• for some reason, percy really likes to shower you with hugs. whether you're out in public or nestled comfortably in your own cabin, he's quick to wrap his arms around you and hold you close! you can feel his warmth radiating against your skin as he presses his body close to yours, his face nuzzled snugly in the crook of your neck. he just doesn't want to let you go, at least not yet. maybe it's because he feels safe when he's holding onto you, and he doesn't want that feeling to disappear so quickly. not that you mind, though.

• percy loovvees to hold your hand in public, like he literally can't get enough of it. no matter where you go, he would effortlessly slip his hand into yours, the coolness of his palm making contact with your own as you walk side by side through camp.

• i feel like percy's hands are pretty cool to the touch, so during the colder months he likes to hold your hand and tuck it in his pocket to shield you from the cold. like, he doesn't want to let go, but he also doesn't want you to freeze LMAOO.

• also, the way he immediately squeezes your hand to call your attention the second he spots something he knows you'd love. whether it's your favorite song playing in a store, or the sight of pretty flowers in full bloom, percy's just as excited as you are !!

• percy's kisses are varied. sometimes they're slow, sometimes they're quick or urgent, and a whole lot more. but each time, they're exhilarating. percy also has a habit of pulling and playing with your belt or waistband whenever you kiss, and it always catches you off guard, no matter how many times it happens. even when you're in the middle of doing something else, he'll grab you by the waistband and pull you in for a kiss. and when he's not tugging on it, he'll run his fingers around it, dragging his fingers around the fabric almost teasingly.

• percy lets you draw on his skateboard!! listen, i know he's only mentioned as a skater like twice in the book, but i don't care. he is a skater boy in my heart.

• his skateboard is absolutely LITTERED with doodles of your favorite bands, or any other designs that came to mind, as well as temporary stickers that are already starting to fade. but percy doesn't mind at all because it looks cool and you're happy! so that's all that matters to him. he loves looking down at the marks you left on his skateboard with a stupid smile, even if it means he gets hit by a wall because he wasn't paying attention.

• percy 100% teaches you how to skate too. the first chance he gets, he'll lead you onto the smooth, concrete surface of the skate park with the intent of teaching you!!

• he patiently guides you, holding your hands and rolling you along while walking beside you. he teaches you how to shift your weight, how to balance, and how to stop. and every time you stumble, he makes a huge show of catching you in his arms LMAO.

• whenever he's skating alone, he can't help but think of you. the way your hair sways in the wind, the sound of your laughter, and the warmth of your hand in his. he would often skate in circles, lost in thought, imagining you by his side. <33 (all the other skaters think he a simp, but he doesn't care.)

• when percy is in love, it becomes evident in his every action. he makes it a point to look for your face throughout the day, be it in moments of triumph or defeat. he only wants for you to witness him at his best, and no amount of applause or pats on the back from others can compare to the feeling of your touch; the gentle caress of your thumb across his cheek accompanied by words of praise, are what he craves the most. he wants your validation and approval, but struggles to express it, because he’s still just an awkward teen that is filled with doubts and insecurities, desperate to prove himself to you.

• but when he's in the water?? in his ZONE?? that's a different story. his confidence level SOARS. his water powers are in full force, and he's flipping around in the water trying to impress you like a little kid LMAOO.

• walks on the beach. every evening, before heading back to his cabin, percy would take a short walk on the beach, just to unwind. slowly, you'd begin to join him on those walks, and it would be a common occurrence for the campers to see you two strolling along the beach

• flowers every morning. percy would usually handpick a few flowers that he'd see in the morning, handing them to you with a little baby blue bow and a cheeky grin.

• amusement park dates. percy loves adrenaline, and he'd love to take you to amusement parks, the two of you trying to see how many rollercoasters you can go on before the day ends

• learning about the ocean. percy just knows a lot of things about the ocean, and whenever you two are watching a movie with the ocean, he's always commenting things that most people don't know it makes watching moana a mission).

• disney movie dates. especially when the two of you are babysitting estelle, you guys launch into a disney movie marathon, singing along to the songs at the top of your lungs, dancing together, and making estelle laugh.

• growing up as a child of one of the big three can certainly take its toll on anyone, even percy. after a long day of training and preventing new campers from capsizing the canoes while racing with the naiads, all he wants is to melt into your embrace.

• it's clear that being in your presence has a calming effect on him, reassuring him that everything is going to be okay. <33

• to percy, you're more than just his partner. the thought of living without you is unimaginable to him, and he refuses to even think about it. his love for you only grows with each passing day, and he swears that he couldn't love you more than already does, yet he knows that he will tomorrow.

#percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #pjo #hoo #pjo hoo toa #pjo tv show #pjo fandom #pjo disney+#pjo series #pjo x reader #hoo series #hoo x reader #hoo fandom #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader

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wikiangela · 20 hours

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by @dangerpronebuddie @diazsdimples thank you <33

How many works do you have on ao3?

right now it's 90! (57 of these are 911 lol)

What's your total ao3 word count?

535,450

What fandoms do you write for?

currently just 911, but I have some destiel and sambucky fics and who knows, I might get back to them at some point haha

Top 5 fics by kudos:

For a holiday (and forevermore)

I can't love you any more (than I do now)

I'd marry you with paper rings

the next best thing

There’s no way that it’s not going there (with the way that we’re looking at each other)

(they're all buddie and I just noticed that the top 4 are all over 1k kudos?? when did that happen lmao)

Do you respond to comments?

I do! sometimes it takes me a while bc i get lowkey overwhelmed lol but I always do!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

there's not a lot bc I prefer happy or hopeful endings, but I guess by post 6x10 fics? Fine and don't know what I'd do if your tomorrow never came idk lol

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

most of my fics have happy endings, but I guess I'd say For a holiday (and forevermore)

Do you get hate on fics?

not really? got like one or two not very nice comments but generally no haha

Do you write smut?

yes I do 😁 not often and it always takes me forever but I do have two smut fics in the works (one buddie, one bucktommy lol)

Craziest crossover?

don't have any

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no, as far as I know

Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope

Have you co-written a fic before?

All time favorite ship?

buddie

(ngl, bucktommy is a veeeeery close second rn🙈)

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

there's two that have been fighting me for so long they're lowkey abandoned now and tbh I don't know if I still want to finish them? one is a 5+1 nicknames, and the other just a silly idea about eddie flirting with buck since they met but buck being veeeery oblivious lol

What are your writing strengths?

I think (usually) I'm pretty good at staying true to the characters and not making them too ooc (and I know when it's ooc, okay, I have one wip rn where I just don't give a fuck, I'm writing it anyway lol), and I can get into their heads pretty well. Also I think I'm good at the cute fluffy stuff lol idk

What are your writing weaknesses?

there's probably a lot lol - rn the one that comes to mind is descriptions probably, which is why writing fanfic where we have established characters and settings is so much easier than og stuff haha

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I don't mind it but I don't do it a lot aside from a pet name here and there bc I just don't wanna get anything wrong lol

First fandom you wrote in?

for tv shows supernatural, but before that I did write rpf which i just wanna forget about lol

Favorite fic you've written?

rn it's three:

we don't know where this is going now (don't be afraid of heights, let me open your heart wide) - my tommy pov fic <3

I'm comin' back, don't let me go - buck driving/breakdown fic

baby, you drive me wild - car smut - might not be my best but it's my fave smut lol

tags: @elvensorceress @eddiebabygirldiaz @watchyourbuck @loserdiaz @evanbegins

@wildlife4life @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @weewootruck @loveyouanyway

@spagheddiediaz @rainbow-nerdss @epicbuddieficrecs @pirrusstuff @spotsandsocks

@rogerzsteven @hippolotamus @sunshinediaz @honestlydarkprincess @exhuastedpigeon

@jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @buddieswhvre @theotherbuckley @daffi-990

@hoodie-buck @tizniz @bidisasterevankinard

#wikiangela writes #20 questions #writer questions #fic writer #my fics #writing tag game

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wishuponastarion · 1 year

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"oh sorry, i guess i was infodumping again" - sad, shy, apologetic

"you sly dog, you got me monologuing" - cool, strong, confident

#the incredibles #no i don't know where this came from lmao #neurodivergence

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sovaharbor · 4 months

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EPISODE 8: HE LIVED.

#i don't even know where the glitch in the 3rd gif came from?? but it felt so cypher-esque that i left it lmao #cypher #amir el amari #valorant #valorantedit #gamingedit #mine*#BUT MY BABYGIRL LIVEDDDDDDDDDDDD

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klance-brainrot · 3 months

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klancing all things end by hozier

tw: angst, mcd, klance on-off relationship

They know they will break up again and then get back together and then break up again because they just don't work together but they can't live without one another.

Their personalities clash too severely for it to work permanently.

"The last time I felt your weight on my chest, you said: we didn't get it right, but love, we did our best"

this is them knowing they are going to break up again soon because they can't be together for more than a month and they both feel the end nearing. This is the calm before the storm, this is the night before another big fight, this is the cuddle before the argument.

"Just knowing that everything will end and we should not change our plan when we begin again"

this is them talking about their next try at a relationship and how, even though it never works, they would never change anything about their fucked up relationship attempts because at least they can be together that way.

"All that we intend is built on sand"

when starting new they both already know it's going to fail again. it's a fragile peace, it's all built on sand, it can be swept away by a single wave.

"If there was anyone to ever get through this life with their heart still intact, they didn't to it right"

this is Lance standing over Keith's grave and thinking about all they could've been and all they could've done together if it had worked. But it didn't work out. They tried so often but it never worked out, but Lance knows he doesn't regret a thing, he would've tried over and over and over again for those moments where it does work.

Until it doesn't.

Since he knows Keith, he knows, he didn't regret a thing either. Keith too would've tried over and over and over again just for those few moments of peace in between.

Their friends and family had tried countless times to tell them that it wouldn't work - it wouldn't work this time and it wouldn't work the next time they tried, but they never listened. For a while they tried to keep their distance from each other, but both of them were doing so bad during it. Lance was barely eating and ended up in the ER. Keith thought he was the only one suffering that badly but once Shiro let it slip that Lance was in the hospital he couldn't do it anymore and he came back. They always came back to each other. They cant live without each other.

"I have never known a silence like the one fallen here, never watched my future darken in a single tear"

this is the first time they broke up. They really thought it would work but their personalities and traumas and behavioral tendencies just work against each other unfortunately. Keith thought it was fixable, he would try everything, but one fight had gone too far and Lance breaks up with him. He sheds one single tear while doing it but remains otherwise neutral and says that it's probably better form him to take some time for himself. Keith is numb from shock and can't really say anthing, nothing that'd help Lance stay. So he watches the single tear fall and he watches him leave. For the first time. He will watch him leave over and over and over again.

"I know we want this to go easy by being someone's fault, but we've come long enough to know this isn't what we want"

this is their 5th breakup. They've done this before. They know how this goes. They get back together, they are good together for a few weeks until everything goes down the drain again. Most of the time there isn't even a trigger really. It's just a few fights too many and a few unfortunate things said that hurt bad. Too bad.

Lance says this when he's about to leave again - they both know it's both of their fault and at the same time it's noones fault.

Because that's who they are.

Keith with his parental trauma and need to distance himself from the ones he loves, and Lance with his fear of abandonment and being the second choice. He grew up in a happy family and can't deal with Keith's traumas forever. He needs to put himself first and he can't do that while being with Keith. But he can't live without him either.

They can't live without each other.

thank you @justdissimp for the beta and @numerous-bees-in-a-skin-suit for the encouragement <3

#they can't live without each other guys.#soooo normal about them (lie)#Also sorry for the pain I don't know where that came from #tbh I normally don't read angst and I would not touch mcd with a 3m pole but.#I've been brainrotting to hozier and this had to get out #sorry to the discord server for the surprise angst LMAO #voltron #klance #fanfic #klance fic #klance fanfic #klangst #kangst #langst #keith kogane #lance mcclain #vld #voltron legendary defender #og brainrotting

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phoenixcatch7 · 2 years

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Love the idea of each previous hero's journey being mostly lost to time, such that each time the cycle starts again absolutely no one picks up the very obvious clues that might lead them to the hero.

Oh, you've named your blond haired blue eyed child Link, have you? That's a good name!

Oh, he's found a strange red and white maned horse he's named epona who has utterly bonded with him? How unusual!

Yes, the princess Zelda is the same age, isn't she? What a good omen for the family!

We know he doesn't talk much, but he's the sweetest lad, don't worry!

Don't fret, dearie, his wanderlust will abate when he grows up, I'm sure it won't get him in too much trouble before then.

Prodigious little swordsman, isn't he? He would make a great knight if he wanted to when he's older!

Oh? Rumours about a long forgotten temple in the woods? How strange! Are you sure it's not just the children telling stories?

Look at him in his armoured green outfit! That hat looks lovely on him - where did you find it?

#It's so funny #In just about every Zelda I've played there's been about a hundred signs link is In The Building and no one ever notices #Twilight Princess was the absolute worst everyone just kept bringing up Its The Hero stuff and it just was not clicking #By the time we got to epona I was half tempted to make a bingo card #Heck he even has a tree house!!#Strong oot time genes there XD #There's something about loading up a Zelda game and going 'yup. This is a Zelda game alright' but NO ONE in universe notices #YOU ACTUALLY LIVE THERE YOU GUYS STUDY THIS IN HISTORY CLASS #it also opens up the great trope of link casually knowing stuff from previous lives he absolutely shouldn't and nobody taking it seriously #Until he comes back with the master sword #Some of those games were particularly bonkers and if the specifics never got recorded then there's no way anyone would believe them #A zora princess tried to marry the hero?? Lmao try writing fanfic #Listen I know it says the hero came from the woods but kokiri don't exist he would have just lived in a cottage or something #How dare you besmirch the hero's honour! He would never lower himself to base property damage! Never mind pots!#No hylian can ever wrestle a goron are you insane??#Talking boat.... Sure #But you just KNOW Zelda would get some scholars and they'd hang off his every word #I love fics where link just casually references some world shaking knowledge (ie rito being zora descended and their own squid ancestors)#Or what the divine beasts were named after #Or what time travel feels like #Or that the myths hylians came from the skies are true #Or what one Zelda did when she vanished centuries ago #Or what the giant skeletons were #That kind of thing #Sorry I rambled #long post #legend of zelda #loz #loz zelda #loz link

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mayasaura · 3 months

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Man it is a bold choice for the second game to just pepper in little asides that oh yeah btw Edgeworth's fucking dead. Yeah no he died off screen between games. No, you don't get to know how. Phoenix is too fucked up about it to tell you anything

#like I know he's not really dead bc I have heard rumors about future cases where he's present #but if I were playing this game when it came out? without spoilers?#I would be RIOTING #also lmao 'Please don't say that name in front of me ever again'#bro you are Fucked Up #and not beating the griddlehark similarities allegations #yes harrow very literally redated Gideon's name from her memory #but I think if Harrow had died before Gideon she would also be like 'hey yeah never mention that name again'#'bitch went and got herself killed with her stupid pride. she's gone. don't mention her again. bye.'#this is a healthy coping mechanism (not)

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happyk44 · 1 year

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The spitfire words - kill yourself - still echo in the air around that one spot at the dining pavilion and people avoid it like the plague. It's brushed clean of tracked dirt from the soles of shoes, a person shaped hollowness, representative of their fears.

He'd cried a little after he said it. When the camper he'd screamed it at lifted their knife and cut their own throat so deep they could not be saved.

Blood was heavy in the air, thick like iron. Jason inhaled it over and over again and watched Nico freeze with wide eyes as everyone around him cried out and scrambled forward. The little girl he'd been defending stopped crying.

Jason hadn't met her before. She was brand-new to camp, my niece, Nico had said in a voice note when asking Jason to visit. The daughter of blessed death and going to sleep with a quiet sigh and deflating lungs, painless and comforting.

And Nico had come back from a three-day excursion in South America - Brazil or Peru, Jason couldn't remember - to find out that some hardheaded son of Ares had been bullying her. Quietly out of view of other people who might've agreed but would've chastised him. Apparently she didn't fit. He thought she should leave with her uncle and never come back.

Jason knows Ares, Mars, whichever one the god chooses to be at any given moment, likes death. Needs it to make his wars. There's no goal if death isn't there. No sense to it but the slaughter and maybe Ares is more bloodlust than Mars but one in the same, how can violence prevail if everyone is too busy fighting the same war over and over again.

So the kid doesn't match up and now he's dead in the ground. Nico left into the shadows only minutes after. Calanthe went with him.

Jason remembers Nico muttering to him about how, despite Will's careful kind words, he still felt like a pariah, eyes watching him, people wondering why he was still around. Jason didn't know how to tell him his fears were right. People whispered and the air was soft and sweet, carried those whispers right to Jason's ears and drove him mad with protective care.

It doesn't shock him when the whispers become bolder, louder, in Nico's absence.

Nico had said once, This place isn't meant for the Underworld. It's too bright for us. We're cave-dwellers at heart. He'd called things off with Will hours after that and sometimes Jason wondered if that was what he'd meant. Olympus was high on the mountain, bright in the sky, like Will and all the others. Nico was grounded in dirt and darkness.

Jason didn't mind burying himself with him though.

He was pretty sure he could find air in the depths.

The blood was scrubbed clean from the concrete but sometimes its resurfaces, pooling and puddling in the pores. It tastes sharp and bitter in the stale air. It smells like a reminder. Jason mentions it once, offbeat, as he walks Lou Ellen into the cozy cottage hidden clustered in far edges of a forest and Nico just rolls his eyes and mutters something about his brother and threats.

Zagreus despises Olympus almost as much as he loves his father. As much as love his mother and his siblings.

Zagreus would burn it down if he could but he settles for subtle threats and crafting a forest to hide all the dark and dreary, the children that belong to shadows and solitude and exhale gravedirt from their lungs and drive madness through whispering waking nightmares.

Jason never asks how Nico did it. But he dreams of it. It's not the same as charmspeak. He remembers how that had felt, when Piper used to talk to him and his world went fuzzy around the edges, and he was hazed away, not really himself, but unaware that something was wrong until she was finally gone and days faded into months and suddenly the air was sweeter than it had ever been.

Her words had crowded into his head so fierce his memories had been pushed away. The headache that had pounded for days after while he finally recovered who he was, or, rather, who he'd been once before.

The dream turns him from a bystander to a victim, to a bully feeling greater than themselves, and it makes him laugh. Jason has always been bigger than britches, deserved and fought for with teeth and claws and a determination to survive that this dreamlike body doesn't carry. Couldn't even comprehend.

(Won't ever comprehend)

But Nico's words hit him and it warps everything. Oh. He does want to kill himself. He wants nothing more than to drive the knife into his throat and die. So he does.

Over and over again, mechanical and determined.

It's like a twist in his very being - different from Piper's pretty soft words. If she'd told him to, he'd paused and questioned it until she repeated it with more conviction. If she'd told him to kill himself, the world would've gone fuzzy around the edges and he wouldn't want to so much as he'd be convinced to. She's so pretty. Why not do it? Just to make her happy. When he snapped out it - either when the knife made contact with the flesh of his throat, or maybe further past that when Thanatos was collecting his soul - he'd wonder to himself, Why did I do that?

With Nico's words, they're vicious and to the point. It sinks like heavy hot fog into his soul and warps him different. He wants to do it. Not because Nico said to. But because he wants. He wants to kill himself.

So he does. There's no question. And there's no wondering, there's no why.

There never will be.

When he wakes up, Jason tastes blood on his tongue and wishes he cared. But he doesn't. So he doesn't ask about it. Nico isn't afraid to speak. Sometimes Jason doesn't know if it was an accident, too much force, too much anger. Or if it was intentional, rage and reactivity being what they are.

He knows that - knows it like the snap of his jaw around another's throat for calling Dakota a bastard and making his eyes well up thick and heavy. Knows it like the twitch of his fingers, the itch to claw, when the whispers at camp become heated and nervous.

Lou Ellen leaves and Clovis leaves. They all follow Jason like pups to the feast. The Underworld does not breathe at camp anymore. You'd think that would make all their fears sleep easy but it just makes them anxious.

He wanted them where he could see them, Percy had said late one night, when Nico was fast asleep, sandwiched between them. Percy's hands are soft on Nico's hair. He smells like saltwater and it mixes with Nico's graveyard scent easy. Jason could track that scent from the other side of the country.

Who did? Jason asked, and Percy's lips twitched, brows furrowing.

Nico had woken up screaming and sobbing and calling out for his mom and when Jason had aprooached him, he'd scrambled back in fear, screeching bloody murder. Percy had come barreling into the bedroom. The scent of popcorn filled Jason's nose, but the food itself had been scattered in the hallway with Percy's rushed footsteps.

There was no flinching from Percy when he approached and Jason had thought it was Tartarus thing but Nico's fearful gaze, trained and tracked on Jason's soul, made him quickly realize that, no, this was something different.

Your dad, Percy answered carefully. He stroked Nico's hair sweetly and Jason wondered if Nico knew that Percy loves him. He wanted our cousins where he could see them and when Hades refused to send Nico and Bianca away, he tried to kill them.

He kissed Nico's forehead and held his clammy hand tight in his grip. Nico murmured something soft under his breath, faintly Italian, and curled deeper into Percy's protective hold.

That's why he was scared of you earlier.

Nico had once told him he had a soul like his father - electric yellow and loud. It had made Jason squirm to consider. It made him bitter then, with Percy's words and Nico's fear and the fact that even with Nico cuddled next to him, he felt like he was miles away.

It still annoys him to think. He doesn't want to be his father, paranoid and cruel. He wants to be like the Jupiter, the Zeus, the one that represented leadership and strength, law and order, the sky and thundering rains.

Not the coward that kills children because he's scared of being dethroned, and sends monsters after his own son until that child is driven to the Underworld to taste the protection of pomegranate seeds just because that child called out his own stupidity.

Percy doesn't visit camp anymore either. Although his father loves him, and he is hurricane of a demigod to deal with so monsters cower from him more than they chase him. He's loyal to his friends and with Annabeth aging out of camp and Grover venturing further and farther, his bindings to the place that caused him pain have more than unshackled from his skin.

He worries, though, about the people that will come after him, the siblings that are on the way, toddler feet no doubt scampering over tile and hardwood floors right now, and Nico rolls his eyes and mutters, Poseidon was thought to be chthonic too sometimes. And Percy relaxes.

Jason would too.

He wouldn't want his siblings to grow up in a world that looks at Nico and thinks him dangerous instead of beautiful, even with blood on his hands and a fire in his teeth. Maybe that's a curse of being wolf-raised. He sees more love in fangs born hard into flesh and bloodied meat piled on dirty floors than he does in empty words and love letters he can't read.

But Poseidon is different from Zeus, Neptune different from Jupiter. The Underworld is depths below the earth and darkness and caves and monsters, and the ocean understands all of that well.

So Jason is welcome because he is touched by darkness from the ruby stain of bitterness on his tongue, and Hermes is welcome, in fragile spades, the ghostly kids that hid themselves and their powers until they saw Jason walk out with Thanatos's young son asleep on his shoulder, and whispered, "Can I come?" and chased him as their father chases the wind and ghosts.

Jason only ever visits to bring them back here. To hear the whispers from satyrs being sent on quests and outrunning them as wolves outrun their prey, as the wind reaches shores, sweeping up kids with shadows in their veins and gravedirt in their lungs before the enemy can touch down in a tornado of future pain.

There's few of them on the radar - their parents love them as the ground loves a corpse, and keeps them safer than the sky ever could. And the ones off the radar, untouched by howling winds and unscented in grasping air, visit regularly, touch their beloved siblings and cousins and teach them how to hold their heads held high.

The ones who can't go home, who have no home to return to, stay with Nico and Jason remembers bitter seeds chewed up in his mouth, watching his uncle crowded by doting loving employees, who were more family than the people on the mountain miles above and states away.

It is more love than he has known before. Wolf hearts and warm fur meant more to him than wide eyes begging him to speak when he didn't know how words fit in his mouth. When the pedestal they dragged him onto was too cold and too high and he wanted to be back in the grass, rolling in the dirt, and growling at birds.

He learned to make his own heat, and learned not to crave the warmth of another's hold.

It was different now. Warmer. Softer. The cottage is one-story, unassuming, until you walk down and down and shadows pull you into cave-like structures decorated in string lights and soft golds. It's dim and comforting and no one has to sleep alone just because there isn't anyone to call them a sibling. Everybody shares and everybody has their own space and everyone pulls Jason into cuddlepiles, seeking his heat and strong arms to snuggle.

Before he'd seen his muscles for warrior strength, but now it's to lift four or so conked out preteens to bed and rearrange furniture, and that matters more to him than anything. But even still, no one bats an eye when he shoots forward and sinks his teeth into monster flesh and no one complains when he licks blood from his hands.

The inhumanity of his humanity is never questioned here, not among the otherworldly spectators who see beauty in dark things.

Nico pours him a glass of pomegranate juice and chases Jason into their shared bed. It feels partially-empty without Percy on the other side, but Hazel drops into the space with a loud yawn and it's better.

Hazel visits often. Frank doesn't follow, but he calls. Hazel disappears into shadows and emerges in the outdoors to answer the calls. She will not jeopardize their safety in anyway, even though Jason is sure Frank would follow her into the wrong side of any war if she asked.

The kids love Hazel as much as they love Nico and the covet all the time they get with her. She wilts whenever she has to leave and Jason wonders how long it will take before she stops. Before she ditches her house in New Rome and crafts her own space deep below the earth where the shadows whisper and gold lays.

He wonders how long it would take Frank to settle in with the rest of them. Not long, he thinks.

Once you've seen the beauty of the dark, it's hard to return to the harsh ugliness of the light.

#nico di angelo #jason grace #percy jackson #my fanfic #my writing #happy talks pjo #it is midnight so i do in fact have to stop here but yeah #uhhhh please enjoy i don't know where all this came from but i've been writing for an hour?? lmao

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a2zillustration · 2 months

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I absolutely adore how you draw the little chibi versions of the characters, they are just very cute as well as funny whenever they pop up.

Thank you! Here, I made one of your icon

#I didn't know if tumblr would flag me if I drew that as anything other than an L #Didn't want to take chances lmao #I truly don't know where these came from I've never drawn any chibis looking like that before but I'm glad it works!!#asks

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hyacinthsdiamonds · 11 months

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You were both born under the same stars. You don't particularly like to think about that fact often as it does come off far too sickeningly sentimental, yet it is true. Just sixteen days separate his date of birth from yours, you have never known the world without him in it.

There is an irony in those stars, one you cannot help but smirk at. You both share the same star sign; Libra. Libra, you learn, is the sign of balance. Represented by the scales, Libras are obsessed with symmetry and equilibrium. You and he have been things to each other through the years; enemies, rivals, competitors, dare we now say friends?, yet through it all he has always remained your one true equal. It takes everything in you not to laugh out loud when you both set the exact same time as you battle to secure pole position. Sixteen days may have separated your births but it seems that when you race each other, nothing can keep you apart. Not that you mind now, now that you are both are grown and have grown past the petty squabbles of adolescence, now that you understand that you'll never race anybody the way you are able to race him. You have come to love the way you can battle each other and cannot help but crave the high that comes as you race each other to the very limit and push your cars beyond what their creators thought possible.

You're not quite sure if you believe in fate but you do feel as though that the universe likes to point and laugh at you specifically. His name translates to "the greatest rival", which is who he always been to you, he has always been your greatest rival. It's foolish and unrealistic but you can't help but wonder if his mother somehow knew, as she held him for the first time, who he'd eventually become, as if she had any idea that sixteen days later and over 800 kilometers away that other born racer would come into the world and that her baby boy would be his - your - greatest rival. You decide eventually that the universe simply likes its' jokes.

Neither of you have ever done anything by half's. Even when you hated him, you knew he hated you just as much. You share the same convection, the same drive, it's little wonder that you clashed so often as children. Yet, even then, he was the one you wanted to battle, to beat. It somehow mattered more when it came down to the two of you. It still does. Back then you hated being compared to him, just as he hated being compared to you. Ironically now it is you two who are drawing the most comparisons between yourselves. It's only now, now that you've grown, that you both understand and appreciate just how similar you are to each other.

You don't remember meeting for the first time. Sometimes it feels like he just appeared next to you, lining up to take his place on the grid and then never left. You know they'll ask you one day, where did the story start, where did the legendary rivalry begin? You already know your answer. Once there was an incident on a race track called Val d'Argenton. It's an incident immortalized by both of your unique post race debriefs caught on film, it's a story you can't help but smile at when you think of it. Perhaps that was the first time you both saw how similar you were, that you understood that you could push but that he would push back and that you both would do that for however long as was necessary because you both wanted to win so badly. You were both infuriated by each other, he was especially frustrated by you. You wouldn't or couldn't even say goodbye to each other for years. You have to laugh as well when you think back to Austria 2019, your first F1 podium together. This time, it was you who was especially pissed at him. In a fit of anger, you unfollowed him on Instagram and then had to spend the next two hours looking across at him on his private jet as you both flew home. Deep down, perhaps you both are still the kids you used to be. You wonder how your child self or even how the Charles of 2019 would react to the relationship you now have with him, how you not only wave goodbye as you leave the track but how you chat and joke with each other and how you have post race debriefs with each other... You think that they'd probably look at you like you have two heads. Maybe that's a good thing, makes you value how much you've grown more.

Neither of you are old enough to remember the days of Senna and Prost but that's the expectation people have placed on you both for years. Since you were children they have all marked you for greatness. You, the predestined one, while he was the inevitable. You're not one to obsess over the mythos formula one likes to create but, as a Ferrari driver, you cannot help but lose yourself in the story somewhat. Two boys are born sixteen days apart. They meet on a race track as children. They race each other with everything they have. They meet again on a race track, this time they're grown and chasing the glory they could only dream of as children. They'll spend their whole lives racing each other, if they can. You don't seem to mind that perhaps it's a comfort, to have at least one constant in your life. You've never known the world without him in it, you hope you never do.

#max verstappen #charles leclerc #lestappen #charles pov #honestly feel like the oracle of delphi i cant control when or how things like this spring from my mouth lmao #genuinely have no clue where this came from #lestappen poetry #do we like this content or no? i don't know might delete later #f1 #formula 1 #formula one

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