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pokkop15 · 1 year

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Thalergy

The opposite of Thanergy (AKA “Death Energy”) in the Locked Tomb series by Tamsyn Muir.

So you say, “ok so it’s just life energy?” to which you are mostly correct. Thalergy is exactly that but what’s interesting about this to me (and soon to you all as well I imagine) is the etymology of thalergy!

The etymology?

The Etymology.

Thanergy as death energy derives its name from Thanatos, the greek god of death (technically the personified spirit of non-violent death but modern perception of the name is usually edgier than that lol). So it would be normal for those unfamiliar with the myriad of divinities within the Hellenistic pantheon to justly assume the ‘thal–’ in ‘thalergy’ comes from an opposite divinity of Thanatos that was a personified spirit of life. Except that doesn’t exist. Reading the first two books I knew that thalergy as a word wasn’t derived from any greek or roman words meaning “life” but I didn’t really dig any deeper on where it did come from because I didn’t think it was overly important. I Was Incorrect.

Because you see, the context for me to really connect the dots had gone over my head up until I had read Nona the Ninth. (I recall some meta posts pointing out that the Themes™ had in fact been present in the previous books just less obvious.)

What Themes? And Who The Fuck Is Thalergy Named For??

Thalassa.

Primordial Goddess Of The Motherfucking SEA!!!!

So yeah! Remember all those posts talking about the importance of all the themes regarding the sea/ocean in the Locked Tomb series? Yeah so here’s more fuel for that lmao

Edit 11/20/2022: also many people have brought up other examples like Thalia (the muse of Festivity whose name also means blooming) as another more direct connection to life and @adurna0 who actually speaks Greek has pointed out that thaleros is in fact a word that means "lively" so even if the Thalassa connection is a thing it is more likely a double meaning than the lone one.

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forevfangirlwrites · 9 months

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play stupid games, win stupid prizes chapter 8

“This is what you wear to bed, princess?” Percy’s teasing voice calls as he strolls up to her, gesturing towards her pajamas for spirit week. “I was expecting a little less…everything.”

“Some daydreams are meant to stay in your head, Jackson, no need to torture everyone around you,” she retorts.

In her peripheral, she sees Piper and Thalia looking visibly shocked at the exchange. Percy stops just inches away from her, something that’s become a new normal for them, apparently, which is the only reason she lets herself smell his cologne. (Better to be desensitized, right?)

She hears Piper gasp but Percy grins at her, ignoring their audience, and pushes further into her space to whisper in her ear.

His breath sends, frankly, unwarranted tingles as he speaks so no one else can hear. “Trust me, you were far from tortured.”

Her face flushes at his words and the awareness that her friends are watching forces her to recede.

“At least I got into the spirit,” she says loudly, crossing her arms while trying to regain her thoughts. “Where are your pajamas?”

She realizes it’s the wrong thing to say when Percy’s smile widens further. “Not school appropriate, princess, but I’m sure you’d love the show.”

She scoffs. “Let me guess, less of…everything.” She pointedly flicks her gaze down for a half second.

Thalia bursts out laughing and the only proof she gets that Percy is embarrassed is that his ears turn bright red.

“So you’re thinking about my—”

“Percy!”

Jason’s voice rings down the hall and Percy, thankfully, refrains from saying the rest of that horrible sentence, walking over to Jason instead.

Piper corners her as soon as he leaves. “What the fuck was that!” she whisper-yells.

Annabeth squeezes her eyes shut, hating that Percy’s face pops into her head as she does. She quickly opens her eyes to find her friends staring at her. Honestly, she doesn’t even know what that was either.

“We’re kinda…uh…”

“Flirting?” Thalia cuts in. “Hooking up?”

Her face flushes even more. “Of course not!”

Piper shakes her head. “I have to agree with Thals here. What’s with the sexual tension?”

Annabeth slumps against the lockers, running a hand over her face. “It’s kind of a competition…”

Thalia figures it out the fastest. “You’re playing chicken….with Percy Jackson?”

Well, when she says it like that it sounds…well, it sounds like pretty much what’s happening.

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#percy and annabeth #percabeth #percabeth fic #percabeth au #psgwsp

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before-calamity · 7 months

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Unfinished Nald's Reflection

Okay, so here's something I stumbled upon randomly.

I was getting material for the future, and stumbled upon an out of bounds area.

This area led me to a cave, and this room was at the end. This is unusual - I happened upon an "edge of the world" scenario earlier today, and this room mainly looked like there were world objects that were supposed to be there, but either didn't load in or weren't placed there. I had a hunch what it could, be and sure enough...

This is Thal's Respite, nestled north of Camp Drybone. We'll talk more about it in the future, but for now, take a look at the picture of it and compare it to the picture above. Especially look at the left hand side - that little torch area with the ledge fits exactly with the missing texture, and the statue area itself also fits!

In ARR, there are two statues of Nald'thal. One is north of Drybones, called Thal's Respite. One is in the Red Labyrinth (south of Little Ala Mhigo), called Nald's Reflection. In 1.0...there is only Thal's Respite. There is no Nald's Reflection. Given the lore of Ul'dah and Nald'thal, this doesn't make sense - there are two statues because Ul'dah considered Nald and Thal to be "seperate but whole" - they are twins, although part of the same godhead.

Thus, it doesn't make sense to only have one of those shrines in Thanalan in 1.0, especially when there are two of these statues in Ul'dah in 1.0 (in the THM guild and in Milvaneth Sacrarium).

Seems to be that there was going to be one, but they either ran out of time or budget or simply didn't want to finish it.

What is really interesting to me is the placement - this unfinished room was found literally right in Zana'rak, which is the Amaljaa's main area. It's their home. This room was found in a blocked off area. I noticed that there seemed to be a cave entrance on the other side, so I phased through the barricade. I was expecting to see the edge of the world...but not this. If the original area was meant to be Zanar'ak...this has interesting implications for the original plot of FFXIV. How pissed off would the Uldahn's be that one of Nald'thal's shrines be occupied by the Amalj'aa? Especially since Nald represented the living and most importantly for the desert nation -commerce. Ul'dah is a country built on commerce, so much so that the city is in an ever fight between the Sultana and the merchants. What a plot point that would be! "Hey Warrior of Light/1.0 Adventurer, the Amalj'aa is defiling this statue of our patron diety, go and run them out of their home." However, this is just stipulation. It's possibly it was only worked on in an out of bounds area outside Zanar'ak and then moved closer to another location. Given that is in another location in ARR, a more neutral location, just makes me wonder the original plan for Nald's Reflection. Given what happens later in ARR's story in the post Shadowbringer patches, it's probably a good thing that it was moved to be in a neutral location - those Ul'dahns probably would never live with the idea of the beastmen occupying the shrine. TL;DR: There is no Nald's Reflection in 1.0, but looks like it was merely unfinished. It is located out of bounds near Zanarak, at the end of a cave entrance you wouldn't normally have access to. Given the story of ARR, this has interesting consequences.

#final fantasy 14 1.0 #ff14 #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv 1.0 #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv 1.0 #ff14 1.0 #ffxiv 1.0 cut content #thanalan

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icestarphoenix · 11 months

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Nightmare Iowa

I've decided that Iowa will be one of the states that succumbed to the Nightmare. He's likely going to be the new second-to-last Nightmare, being placed after Apollyon. I've also decided the best way to describe him is by pasting the notes I made after a spew of ideas from a moment of erratic and frantic inspiration.

A flyover state. A far away, insignificant voice. Ignored and disregarded. Tired of being forgotten and left to fend for himself, Iowa wishes that he could do something, be something, that everyone will never forget again.

Iowa

Zone: …Something. Somewhere.

It may have started as a corn maze but don't get it confused.

This is a lawless, broken, everything-defying space that God has abandoned.

The Nightmare that definitely takes advantage of the fact that this is all just a dream.

A fever dream so utterly surreal, so utterly ridiculous, and so utterly terrifying that nobody is ever going to forget it.

Even though they didn’t get infected by the dream parasite, the poor states that made it all the way here are definitely going to have nightmares about this. Especially the ones that don't make it out alive.

Laws of physics more like no

Sanctity of a stable physical space more like haha funni

A few physical traits that are quantifiable about Iowa.

He has no new fancy costume or new name. He's in his normal reality outfit. He wants to be remembered as himself after all, not as some other thing.

Iowa just looks forward with a dead-eyed stare, like a 3D model whose face someone didn’t bother animating.

Moves at varying frame rates. In ways human figures really shouldn't be moving. Also moves in varying amounts of animation, from hyper-realistic smooth to none at all.

Iowa’s reality bends around him. This is very dangerous to the states bound by the dream reality's few rules.

Thal-Levia’mat was like an eldritch creature on its own. Iowa is also like one. But in entirely different ways.

Beg and pray all you want to whatever god or pantheon you believe in. They aren’t here.

Right now, I'm planning on Iowa having the highest kill count in this shared dream. He definitely makes his mark.

Not even Ohio will be able to survive Iowa. Florida does. Barely.

I’m not even sure how I’d write this part of the story as written text.

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As a little added detail, Utopia OS is barely able to replicate Iowa, only doing so by severely nerfing him. Utopia's reality is too stable to properly use Iowa to his fullest potential.

A couple of states are also nicer to Iowa after they all wake up. He had barely any idea what happened but appreciates the change and attention.

Now it's just one southern state left before I've collected them all.

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttsh #american dream: magical states #tw death mention #both parts of pootis engage were an inspiration for this yes

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dragons-bones · 2 years

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FFXIV Write Entry #26: Toi Toi Toi

Prompt: break a leg || Master Post || On AO3

Rereha clutched at her face, golden eyes wide and unseeing, and chanted, “What am I doing what am I doing what am I doing—”

Rerenasu adjusted the glittering jeweled pins in his daughter’s rose hair a final time, ensuring the emeralds and yellow diamonds would catch the light just so. “You are doing a recital that you have been practicing for for the past six sennights,” he said fondly.

“What idiot said I was ready?!”

“Your music tutor.”

“Why did I listen to him?!”

“Because normally you have the self-confidence of a mediocre princeling who believes he’s Hydaelyn’s gift to economics.”

“Papa,” Rereha said, appalled, even as she couldn’t help but grin, forced from her panic by his ridiculousness.

“Rereha,” her father said in a similar tone.

Rereha groaned, covering her face with her hands now. “I cannot believe I agreed to this,” she moaned.

Her father scoffed and grasped her wrists, gently pulling her hands away. “You’ll do just fine,” he said. “You’ve been practicing nonstop. And you’ve performed in front of people before.”

“You and mom and Granny and Synnove and Heron and the twins don’t count!”

“Sure we do,” Papa said, easy as you please. “And we’re all in the front row, so you can just focus on us, hm?”

The bustle of backstage was increasing, and her father glanced over at the nearest chronometer. He leaned forward to kiss her forehead. “Time for me to go,” he said. “You’ll be amazing.”

Rereha took a deep breath, wiping her sweaty hands on her dress, not watching her dad leave because otherwise she’d run after him and bawl, and bobbed and wove her way through the crowd of conservatory students performing tonight alone or in duets or quartets towards the stage. A curious peak through the curtain during a lull in performances had her yanking the cloth closed again—too many people, was half the damned Diamond District here?! Oh Thal’s balls, is that someone in the royal box?! Is the sultana here?!

She hurried back to her little corner of the chaos to clutch her violin case and stare blankly at her music sheet. Like the little idiot she was, she had agreed to go last; her tutor had finagled it, as even though she wasn’t a formal conservatory student, he said she was one of the finest talents in the city, if not all of Thanalan, and the final performance of the night was reserved for the best student. Her ego had loved that bit of news earlier in the sennight, but now the thought of it just made her want to be sick, because it meant she had to wait.

Still, if Papa had left, that likely meant she should be up soon. Ish.

Fuck.

Rereha put her head between her knees and struggled to breathe.

She had mostly pulled herself together and was sitting upright when an attendant came by, gently touching her on the shoulder to get her attention. “Five minutes,” the Hellsguard said kindly.

Rereha gave her a weak smile, and hopped down from her seat to open her instrument case. Her violin gleamed in the backstage lighting, and her bow was freshly rosined, and she knew she knew her music forward and back and everything in between, so no point dawdling. She checked her hair pins, and straightened her dress, and picked up her violin and bow, and off she went.

Another attendant pointed to her waiting place as she came up to the stage, and gave her an encouraging pat on the shoulder. (She’d give everyone credit, even though she was one of the private students, everyone had been stupidly kind to her tonight. But a scared thirteen-year-old is a scared thirteen-year-old no matter what, she guessed.) Rereha blew out a heavy breath and bounced on her toes, and then the string quartet was walking off stage, and her name was being called.

She straightened her spine, and didn’t bother to put on a smile—her tutor had told her that her posture was more important than her expression. If she could walk with confidence, the rest would follow. So, she put one foot in front of the other, again and again, and bloody damn well faked confidence until she came to center stage and stared out across the hall.

With the way everything was lit, she couldn’t actually see from this spot, and she realized what a blessing that was. But she could see the front row, and just like Papa promised, everyone was there.

Heron and Synnove and her baby twin sisters, Ruruha and Roroha, all gave her two thumbs up and giant, toothy grins. So did Granny Rerema, though her grin was sporting significantly less teeth. And Mama and Papa both beamed at her, with Mama blowing her a kiss.

All of the tension suddenly bled from Rereha’s shoulders, and she took another bracing breath. All right. Cool. Neat. Awesome.

She could do this.

Rereha tucked her violin beneath her chin, set bow to strings—and played.

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dalekriz · 1 year

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LOST SKARO BLOG ENTERY 1: Thaw Season.

greetings, Earthlings!

Delmaru has encouraged me to 'blog'. They explained to me that blogs consist of day-to-day moments and interests. I do not know why Delmaru is not the one running this blog.

It's thaw season here on Lost Skaro. That means we are now stranded in the city until the lake freezes back over in a few months! but that's fine, we're used to it. It also means the acid rain starts again. It makes life more difficult and Dalek Cess has been burned 3 times already.

The thaw season shifts us away from our ever-constant concern with the outside world. We can't do much about any Dalek ships that make contact, only send their transmissions to the outposts. So we use this time to prepare for the next freeze season. Our city grows busy. We all have a genetic need to contribute something to the city, so most Daleks start fishing off the city's edge. Others start garden boxes under awnings. A select few know beekeeping. Any food caught or grown gets turned nutrient slurry (unless they're Delmaru and insist to preserve their own food supply because it 'tastes better') which can be kept for the next freeze season without concern of spoiling.

I don't have the hands for any of these. I was made to recall information, and now this information is about fishing bate, seed germination times, and bee nesting habits instead of long and terrible wars or ancient Dalek battle techniques. And the citizens of Lost Skaro tend to need me less. So I have more free time.

Delmaru is bugging me to mention the tea thing. It's a completely un-Dalek hobby. But apparently, it's charming. I make tea. It's normally for myself, but sometimes another Dalek will try it. I like how it tastes and it makes me slightly less anxious. There are no tea companies on a deserted alternate Skaro so I have to pick my own herbs during thaw season. I find them in the cracks of buildings and underneath the city's platforms. Delmaru's a good swimmer, so they bring up water plants from the lake. Most of it's no better than pond scum but they try. Most plants others bring me are useless, actually. but some can be helpful!

Here is where I warn you, Earthling reader, that most of the names I mention are going to be in Dalek-Speak. I put more effort than most to speak in English. But these plants have no name in English because no human has survived long enough to learn of them. So I will teach you.

Almost every plant on Skaro is poisonous until it's been prepped correctly. Some need to be peeled, a couple can be dried, and most need to be boiled. The plants that require boiling are the easiest. My personal favorite for tea, Ventrillis (it's sort of like mint), needs to be charred to cancel out the toxins on its outer layer without allowing them to spread. the charring also brings out the flavor.

Ma-Pandlya (roughly translates to 'very spiny', and it tastes like sage) branches are similar to the Earth plant Himalayan Blackberry, thick and prickly. But the spongy material inside the branches is great for tea. It just takes a knife and patience to get it out. again, I'm missing all my fingertips, so I have to get Delmaru or Dalek Rescue Specialist Sey (who has nothing to do with no rescue missions going out) to do it for me. They both like tea though, so I can repay them.

I've heard that Thals used to make tea out of Arkellis. Arkellis is a tropical flower, which is why it doesn't grow on Lost Skaro, and I can't tell you what it tastes like because I've never seen one. It only takes root on metal, so magnodons (which we DO have) on regular Skaro are sometimes covered in them. I'll never see a real one, but I can dream. Which isn't very Dalek of me either.

Wishing Earth minimal extermination,

-Dalek Biological Archives Riz.

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karoiseka · 2 years

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Free Day 4

Endwalker 6.1 spoilers!!

((Decided with some prompting to venture a little thoughts on our lovely new 24 man! Karo/Raha happiness))

Head, heart, and stomach full, Karo walked back towards Revenant's Toll still bewildered by the events of the past few days. She had left Deryk to his musings outside the city, and figured she’d check on Shoegeim before leaving the area. She still couldn’t believe she had discovered and fought four of the Twelve. Her father’s own preferred twin deity was among them even, Nald’thal bringing an impressive amount of firepower to their battle. She scuffed her toe in the dirt path, still wondering if it was blasphemous or not, since they started the whole fiasco in the first place. Head down, she almost didn’t sense as Raha came up beside her, entwining fingers as he fell into step beside her.

“Gil for your thoughts?” she peered up at him with a smile, and leaned her head on his shoulder as they slowed their pace to a very leisurely stroll.

“Oh, just the normal wonderings if I’m going to be weighed poorly by Thal now that I’ve bested him in mortal combat, you know, nothing out of the ordinary,” she tried to keep her voice light, but the thought was truly seated in her head. The trips to the temples when she was little still stood out in her mind, now that her memories were returned to her, and she wondered if she should tell her Da and Pa about this current adventure. Raha squeezed her hand as they crossed through the guarded gate into town, letting their feet wander.

“Hmmm… a good question, but one I dare not answer until we have finished our investigation, and the mysteries that have presented themselves have been solved,” Karo had to chuckle at his logic, even if it was a non-answer to her worry. It did soothe a little though. There was much to be answered, and despite old allegiances, she did not actively worship any of the Twelve. Not since the Praetorium and all that she had seen there. Everything since had made her less and less likely to send a word of prayer to any deity, knowing what the strength of such veneration could do. She occasionally spared a thought for Oschan, the wanderer, but it was always more of a musing than prayer.

“I suppose I shouldn’t worry, but–” she trailed off, looking up through the towering buildings. “It’s hard to break the mindset. With the Primals, they… were almost obviously not true representations of the tribe's Gods. Finding that out for certain before we left was… such a blessing. It was much easier to do battle with them as a result. Even the Kami of the Kojin, who felt truer, was just happy to do battle, joyous even,” she grinned, reminded of the enthusiastic unexpected fight in the Ruby Sea. Because of her new blessing, the water hadn’t gripped her with fear like when she had fought Leviathan, feeling free to give her all.

G’raha hadn’t said anything, just watched her raptly as he always did when she spoke of old adventures and battles. Her time in Doma and Ala Mhigho had been rough on her, and she hadn’t shared a lot of her stories with him as a result. Getting a small happy memory was a treat, and one that he was more than willing to take in to commit to memory.

“Fighting the Gods of my childhood is… not as easy,” Karo grounded herself once more. The feeling of the familiar cobblestones under her feet, warm hand clasp either own, tails entwined and swaying behind them in tandem. The amusement finally bubbled up inside her as the thought of the fight with Nald'Thal once again burst into the forefront of her mind.

"Did I tell you that Thal had the audacity to drop large orbs of exploding fire on our heads? Literal balls of fire?" Raha had turned to her with astonishment as she finally started her rant.

"Do you know how hard it was not to use Thancred's favorite curse in that moment to his very face?!" Bright laughter echoed off the stones as they worked their way back down towards the plaza and the former Rising Stones. Karo's suite was still at the top of the tower for whenever she was home, and it was there they finally settled in, after a very unsettling few days.

#ffxiv #FFXIVWrite2022 #endwalker spoilers #karoiseka #g'raha #g'raha x wol x thancred #wol x g'raha tia

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cursedzzz · 2 years

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Pinned post!! Welcome!!

Our name is Peter, or Room!

This is our nonsexual vore blog(we still make funny sexual jokes sometimes but vore is a comfort for us)! Anyone is allowed as long as you aren't a creep, we're also a minor. Don't attack us for what we're interested in rn, we will cry.

We use He/Him/Room/It, we are Trans and currently taken, or, at our poly limit, unless we feel like being in another relationship! 💘

We are a system.

We accept gift art of our headcanons, stories or just fan art of our OC!

Here's our Sona!! Its name is Room/Peter and is basically us- he's a crptid and can change his height as it pleases.

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We can do ideas, specific headcanons, and MAYBE stories(not open currently).

we're so slow at answering asks 😟

We can do mostly Safe vore, Soft vore, goopy dogestion, hard vore or G/T vore too, regeneration, and mawplay. Depends on the ask, we can do a lot more if we feel comfortable

(WE ONLY DO ORAL AND ABSORPTION, MAYBE STOMACH/TAIL MOUTHS. THATS IT. NORMAL DIGESTION THAT ISN'T GOOPY/MELT MAKES US UNCOMFORTABLE)

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ruin-iii · 2 years

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Temper

To write is to invite incessant, constant noise — the kind of sound that gnaws at her ears and decomposes any sense of moderation within. The scratching of the quill would normally be negligible. Easily suffocated amid the ambience of an orchestrion roll, or simply offset by the thorough rhythm of her thoughts.

She had been gifted with verbosity. The power to pull paragraphs upon paragraphs from pen to paper as one would open a faucet and let it run — it was this breadth of potential that rendered her so conversationally terse in the first place.

On this sun, nothing comes to her, and so every word is precious. Each letter, etched into the paper as one would carve into a tree. Desperate for permanence, lacking in temperance. The article she’s written thus far is an aimless mess of dripping consciousness.

Of course she’s broiling within, teeth grit and knuckles white. Writer’s block is meant to be for airheaded people who write fictional stories, those on the verge of death whose skills have long expired, or the ignorant and uninspired. Writer’s block is not meant for her.

The quill could snap between her fingers.

Instead — she finally realizes — it burns.

She hadn’t noticed it, but her implement had caught a murky flame. The lick of it struggles to squeeze through her fingers, but it is far from snuffed out. Nay, it courses up the delicate plumage of its spine. Its enkindling hardly illuminates — rather, it casts a deep shadow on all that it gazes upon, conquering the territory of a nearby lantern.

She drops the quill to the floor. Her entire body stiffens. Her lungs stop in their paces. Her throat is on strike. Her horror allows for the flame to stalk further prey. The gloom corrodes the carpet, rendering gilded hems to dull, yellowed thread, fraying at each opportunity and plucking apart. At first, it gets to know its new surrounds. Then, it terrorizes them with wild abandon—

“No!” she cries, watching the flame crawl up the desk. She knows not what will deter it, so she saves what she can, and with great haste. She successfully rescues her journals and papers from her work station before the entire thing is consumed. Her back is to the corner now, darting about the room in an attempt to figure what will stop the growing haze.

She grabs the hilt of her greatsword.

Calm down, sweetheart.

“You want me to be calm?!”

Gods damn it. What, you’re too fuckin’ spoiled to handle when somethin’ goes even a lick of a bit wrong? All this over some — ‘writer’s block’? Thal’s balls, Signe—

“Do you want me to be calm, or not? Decide, you fool!”

Okay. Just calm down.

“How?”

Breathe in.

She sucks in the air.

Breathe in deeply, for fuck’s sake.

“I am trying!” She lets her air go rapidly and attempts a shaky, rickety uphill climb of a deep inhale.

Good. Hold it.

“Wh—”

I said hold it!

She holds it. It feels like forever. She could suffocate in the smoke of her own darkness, with all of Brand’s help.

There. See. Not too hard. Now I want you to breathe out—

She fully sighs, heaving her shoulders.

No, slowly. Moderate it. Y’know when your tea’s too hot, and you don’t want to spill it but you’re impatient as ever so you want to drink it now. Do it like that, Signe.

“Why?”

You want me to fuckin’ explain it now? Sure, let it grab the bed while we’re at it!

With great irritation, Signe attempts the advice. The breath comes out spluttered at first, threatening a whistle against her tightly pursed lips. She knows it isn’t right, and she won’t let Brand correct her when she’s already got it. And so she closes her eyes, imagining the cup of chamomile tea in front of her, steaming from the surface. She holds the imaginary beverage to her lips, and blows…

“There.”

Keep doing it. You need to calm down.

“It is going to—”

If you calm down, it will stop.

“I did not do this!”

You did this. And it’s fine, okay? It fuckin’ happens. But we need you calm or you’re gonna regret it more than you’d like.

Fine, she decides to herself. Fine. She’ll indulge in this whimsical teatime charade for Brand’s sake, as he’s the only one she can rely on. It would take bells for Mynatrach to get here, and she wouldn’t dare to explain this to the apartment proprietor. At least, not without a rehearsed story.

It starts as a conscious mechanism, deliberate and harsh and off-putting, as she knows this isn’t how she naturally breathes. It develops into something soft and cyclical. While initiating a new breath is deliberate, the motions thereafter feel familiar and automatic. Eventually, the tension in her body is gone, and her head stops pounding — when had it started?

She opens her eyes to find the darkness snuffed out. Serpentine slivers of smoke rise from the carnage, but that is all which remains.

No, it’s the wreckage pushes her into the wall from sheer shock. The polished tabletop of her desk is a slab of rotted wood. The intricately patterned carpet is a frayed shred of wool and threads, a whole burned into its centre. The quill is a shriveled stick upon the floor — not like a spent match, but rather the image of an ancient, needle-thin bone.

You’re gonna need new furniture, sweetheart.

“I need to live somewhere else.”

#FFxivWrite #FFxivWrite2022 #ffxiv #ch: signe ymir #a: ffxiv write 2022

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residentroguescientist · 2 years

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OTP questions

Answered for some of my favorite ships.

Ships featured: Thaluke, Jasper, Frazel, Chrisse, Ethabaster, Charlena, Perachabeth

Thaluke

Question 1: Who gives the other person cool looking rocks?

Both of them.

Question 2: Who wants to take lots of pictures of them together?

Luke. Thalia hates having her picture taken but lets him because she knows it makes him happy.

Question 3: Who is excited to tell their friends that they are dating?

Luke, Thalia wanted to keep it on the DL for a while.

Question 4: How do tell their friends that they are dating?

They just kind of start being very publicly affectionate, like holding hands and kissing.

Question 5: How do they comfort each other?

Lots of cuddles.

Question 6: How do they want to dress their baby?

Just normal baby clothes? Thalia wanted to dress the baby like her but Luke was like, “Thals no one dresses a baby like that.”

Question 7: Who likes to have dinner parties with their friends?

Neither of them, they’re not very social.

Question 8: Who is the prankster?

You’d think it’s Luke but it’s Thalia.

Question 9: What is their most memorable date?

All of them.

Question 10: What is an inside joke the two of them have?

The magic goat.

Question 11: Who likes to send the other memes?

Both of them, but more often Thalia.

Question 12: Who still blushes when they say I love you?

Both of them, but Thalia would never admit it.

Question 13: Who do they leave their kid(s)/animals with when they go on vacation?

Annabeth.

Question 14: Who is the protective one?

Luke. He knows Thalia can handle herself, but he can’t help it.

Question 15: How do they handle a fight with one another?

Fake sulk until the other apologizes.

Jasper

Question 1: Who gives the other person cool looking rocks?

Once again, both of them.

Question 2: Who wants to take lots of pictures of them together?

Piper. They’re both literally photogenic, so it always turns out well.

Question 3: Who is excited to tell their friends that they are dating?

Both of them.

Question 4: How do tell their friends that they are dating?

They get all their friends together and just kinda say it.

Question 5: How do they comfort each other?

Reassuring words and hugs.

Question 6: How do they want to dress their baby?

Just normal baby clothes.

Question 7: Who likes to have dinner parties with their friends?

Piper.

Question 8: Who is the prankster?

Neither of them really, but Piper more than Jason.

Question 9: What is their most memorable date?

That night on the roof of cabin 1 when they recreated that fake memory.

Question 10: What is an inside joke the two of them have?

She calls him Sparky. They also like to joke about the time Jason was turned into an old man and the time he called Piper a knockout after she got claimed.

Question 11: Who likes to send the other memes?

Piper, and Jason never understands them.

Question 12: Who still blushes when they say I love you?

Both.

Question 13: Who do they leave their kid(s)/animals with when they go on vacation?

Uncle Leo.

Question 14: Who is the protective one?

Jason, but he tries to rein it in because he knows Piper can handle herself.

Question 15: How do they handle a fight with one another?

They talk it out. Perhaps the rarest way, yet also the healthiest one.

Frazel

Question 1: Who gives the other person cool looking rocks?

Frank gives them to Hazel.

Question 2: Who wants to take lots of pictures of them together?

Neither of them really.

Question 3: Who is excited to tell their friends that they are dating?

Both of them.

Question 4: How do tell their friends that they are dating?

They announce it.

Question 5: How do they comfort each other?

Cuddles.

Question 6: How do they want to dress their baby?

LITTLE ANIMAL ONESIES.

Question 7: Who likes to have dinner parties with their friends?

Hazel.

Question 8: Who is the prankster?

Neither of them.

Question 9: What is their most memorable date?

They can’t pick.

Question 10: What is an inside joke the two of them have?

"You make a handsome elephant.”

Question 11: Who likes to send the other memes?

Frank sends Hazel the occasional animal meme. Hazel thinks they’re funny, but she doesn’t know the term “meme”.

Question 12: Who still blushes when they say I love you?

Both of them.

Question 13: Who do they leave their kid(s)/animals with when they go on vacation?

Any of the Seven, Nico and Will, or Reyna.

Question 14: Who is the protective one?

Frank, but he feels guilty for wanting to protect Hazel when she can protect herself.

Question 15: How do they handle a fight with one another?

They rarely fight, like they can count the times they’ve fought on one hand, and when they do, like Jason and Piper, they always talk it out.

Chrisse

Question 1: Who gives the other person cool looking rocks?

Chris.

Question 2: Who wants to take lots of pictures of them together?

Neither of them.

Question 3: Who is excited to tell their friends that they are dating?

Chris 100%.

Question 4: How do tell their friends that they are dating?

Chris announces it to everyone.

Question 5: How do they comfort each other?

They just kind of talk.

Question 6: How do they want to dress their baby?

Normal baby clothes.

Question 7: Who likes to have dinner parties with their friends?

Neither.

Question 8: Who is the prankster?

Chris for sure.

Question 9: What is their most memorable date?

One they went on after Mr. D cured Chris’s madness.

Question 10: What is an inside joke the two of them have?

They have a few.

Question 11: Who likes to send the other memes?

CHRIS. ALWAYS CHRIS.

Question 12: Who still blushes when they say I love you?

Chris.

Question 13: Who do they leave their kid(s)/animals with when they go on vacation?

Silena and Beckendorf.

Question 14: Who is the protective one?

Clarisse 100%.

Question 15: How do they handle a fight with one another?

Chris apologizes, and if it’s Clarisse that’s in the wrong, she does too but it takes a little longer because she needs to suck up her pride.

Ethabaster

Question 1: Who gives the other person cool looking rocks?

Ethan gives them to Alabaster. Alabaster likes rocks.

Question 2: Who wants to take lots of pictures of them together?

Neither, they both despise having their picture taken.

Question 3: Who is excited to tell their friends that they are dating?

Neither really.

Question 4: How do tell their friends that they are dating?

They just say it.

Question 5: How do they comfort each other?

Verbally.

Question 6: How do they want to dress their baby?

They don’t because their babies are cats.

Question 7: Who likes to have dinner parties with their friends?

Neither of them, they’re not very social.

Question 8: Who is the prankster?

Neither but more so Alabaster.

Question 9: What is their most memorable date?

None of them really, they don’t keep track.

Question 10: What is an inside joke the two of them have?

A few.

Question 11: Who likes to send the other memes?

Alabaster, they’re usually ones Chris sent him. Ethan doesn’t find them funny though because his sense of humor is very dry.

Question 12: Who still blushes when they say I love you?

He’d never admit it even under threat of torture, but Ethan.

Question 13: Who do they leave their kid(s)/animals with when they go on vacation?

Probably Silena.

Question 14: Who is the protective one?

Both.

Question 15: How do they handle a fight with one another?

They just kind of do their own thing until they’ve both cooled down.

Charlena

Question 1: Who gives the other person cool looking rocks?

Both.

Question 2: Who wants to take lots of pictures of them together?

Silena, and they always turn out amazing.

Question 3: Who is excited to tell their friends that they are dating?

Both.

Question 4: How do tell their friends that they are dating?

Silena has a bunch of pictures of them hung up in Cabin 10

Question 5: How do they comfort each other?

Lots of cuddles.

Question 6: How do they want to dress their baby?

Cute clothes

Question 7: Who likes to have dinner parties with their friends?

Silena.

Question 8: Who is the prankster?

Neither.

Question 9: What is their most memorable date?

Their first one to the fireworks

Question 10: What is an inside joke the two of them have?

They have a lot.

Question 11: Who likes to send the other memes?

Neither really.

Question 12: Who still blushes when they say I love you?

Both.

Question 13: Who do they leave their kid(s)/animals with when they go on vacation?

Clarisse and Chris.

Question 14: Who is the protective one?

Neither of them too much.

Question 15: How do they handle a fight with one another?

They talk it out and Beckendorf usually makes Silena something.

Perachabeth

Question 1: Who gives the other person cool looking rocks?

Percy gives them to both Annabeth and Rachel.

Question 2: Who wants to take lots of pictures of them together?

Rachel so she can use them as references for paintings.

Question 3: Who is excited to tell their friends that they are dating?

Percy.

Question 4: How do tell their friends that they are dating?

Percy tells everyone.

Question 5: How do they comfort each other?

Cuddles.

Question 6: How do they want to dress their baby?

Normal.

Question 7: Who likes to have dinner parties with their friends?

None of them.

Question 8: Who is the prankster?

Percy and Rachel.

Question 9: What is their most memorable date?

Art museum dates.

Question 10: What is an inside joke the two of them have?

Annabeth and Percy have various stuff from their quests, Percy and Rachel have the incident at the dam.

Question 11: Who likes to send the other memes?

Percy and Rachel send them back and forth and also sometimes to the group chat the three of them have.

Question 12: Who still blushes when they say I love you?

All of them.

Question 13: Who do they leave their kid(s)/animals with when they go on vacation?

Grover and Juniper or Jason and Piper.

Question 14: Who is the protective one?

Annabeth and Percy.

Question 15: How do they handle a fight with one another?

They usually try to have a cool down period but Annabeth makes them get together and talk it out.

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orchestralcollage · 2 years

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NAME: Thalia Andromeda Byrne

NICKNAMES: Thal

FACE CLAIM: Jessica Sula

AGE: 29

SPECIES: witch

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Female ; She/Her

SEXUALITY: Pansexual

ALLEGIANCE: Dissenter

OCCUPATION: Event Coordinator at The Hyacinth

SCARS: One on her knee from a fall when she was little ; One on her arm from Sir Avocado Reginald the Third

TRAITS: Free-Spirited ; Observant ; Confident ; Passive ; Emotional ; Stubborn

Last Season on Faerune:

Thalia comes from a long line of witches that have been living in Faerune for hundreds of years. her ancestors having earned their magical abilities after they'd wandered into the feywild. Her childhood was a fairly normal one, just with the added bonus of learning to use her magic.

Growing up Thalia was taught that their magic was a gift that they had been blessed with, and because of that it was their duty to return that energy back into the earth by using their magic for good and to help others.

She has never been outside of Faerune feeling a comfort when it comes to the city, and unsure how accepting and open the outside world is of people like her.

This Season on Faerune:

Thalia has been trying to look on the bright side of things over the past year, but some days prove more difficult than others. She doesn't approve of the Queen's rule, thinking it isn't fair to punish people who, most of, had nothing to do with what happened in the past. She understands this was fae land first, but she didn't ask to be born here, and her ancestors hadn't asked to accidentally find themselves wandering into the Feywild from the mortal realm either.

She and Mia are no longer living together, a mutual agreement given Mia's decision to join the court and both knowing that this and Thalia's feelings on the Unseelie rule could prove a danger to both. Having turned 29 this year, on top of everything else, the pressure from some of her family to have a baby has increased even more.

#season 2 intro #thalia season 2

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icestarphoenix · 1 year

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The Nightmares

Yeah, this magical states AU still exists, and now I'm making you read about it.

Nightmares, the "monsters-of-the-week" of this magical girl-esque AU. Nine people have succumbed, with two Wests, two Souths, two Midwests, two Northeasts, and one fed. They each have their own Zone, which is the special area they rule over.

Minnesota, or Fenrir as a Nightmare, is one of the earlier Nightmares the states need to take down.

Fenrir has the ability to turn invisible. His invisibility is visually near perfect when active, but it dispels after one hit. When he cloaks and uncloaks, a ripple effect appears on his whole body.

He wields a longbow and can snipe at people from afar.

With his snowy forest of a Zone, Fenrir can perch on the trees and use the falling snow as his shield to obscure himself. It's the perfect complement for his hidden hunter fighting style.

His attire is based on that of vikings, with a large and dark fur cloak.

Nevada’s drag persona, Queen of Hearts, is the front of the house and the star of the show in her Zone.

She exists in her Zone that takes the form of a bustling casino. Opulent and packed to the brim, if it existed in real life it’d be on par with the big ones in Vegas.

Locks of strawberry cascade down her head in waves. A feathered mask adorns her face, with her eyes obscured with silver. She wears opera gloves, a long dress with a high slit, and high heels that have stilettos sharp enough to stab someone. The Queen is never without her vintage-style feathered fan in her hand. She dresses in mainly red, black, and white with more emphasis on white and also small pops of silver.

Rhode Island, or Thal-Levia’mat, has one of the more unique scenarios in which the states have to do battle with him.

Taking the form of a large monstrosity appearing like a mix between a whale and the body of a medieval ship, the Nightmare's visage looks otherworldly and some may say even eldritch. The humanoid head and upper torso is embedded into the boat as its figurehead.

The creature's Zone resembles that of a sunken Newport mansion. To even approach the place, the states that split off to save Rhode Island turn into mermen when they enter the waters. When entering the mansion, however, they shrink to the size of mice and become trapped inside. The only way to escape is to take down Thal-Levia’mat whilst he is actively hunting for them.

Realistically, Thal isn't even that big. The exposed humanoid part of him is the same size as his normal self. But, to the mice-sized states, Thal looks absolutely titanic.

A remnant of the real Rhode Island is stuck behind reflective surfaces. Thal-Levia’mat may not be able to be reasoned with, but he might be.

California, or Apollyon, is the second-to-last Nightmare of this shared dream.

Apollyon behaves more as a force of nature than a person. The being is one of few words. They float up high in the air as their golden Spirit releases rays of light that burns everything around it indiscriminately. Wherever they go, destruction follows.

The Zone was a forest, once. The sky is now red from smoke with charred trees and burnt earth all around. Large cracks and dancing fires litter the ground as the rays scorched the earth and split the ground.

Their appearance is angelic in form, however, his golden Spirit always blacks out their head to where only their shining eyes can be seen. Cracks can been seen running along his skin, and significantly, their left eye looks damaged with cracks forming from it and marring their face. It's as if their own power is too much for him to handle.

Gov, or Utopia OS, is the final boss of this adventure, and by this point the numbers have been culled quite a bit. There would be only be three states left that survived all the way to here.

Utopia OS is unique in that instead of a physical form, he operates digitally as a supercomputer. His presence is felt everywhere throughout his Zone, through diligent cameras and monitors strewn everywhere in every nook and cranny.

He has created what he calls a paradise free of chaos and violence. Only order and peace are allowed to exist. Under his scrutiny and influence, everything runs regimented and in perfect synchronization. He's created copies of each state to inhabit his suburban Zone, and they look exactly like them too. It's just that they're completely devoid of any individuality.

For the vibe of his Zone, Camazotz from the A Wrinkle in Time book is a good comparison.

Instead of exterminating the intruders directly, Utopia OS summons all the past Nightmares to fight for him. They are weaker than the originals due to just being copies and from needing to control them all simultaneously. Their individual Spirit colors are overwritten with Gov’s blue.

This AU is still under construction, and things like names can be subject to change. Now I just need two Southern states and one Midwest state to complete the collection. As for how this whole thing even happens, I got no idea so far.

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttsh #american dream: magical states

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marjiandco · 2 years

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Camp Broken Glass

The supply depot, as most of Garlemald, has seen better days. There were thick piles of snow on the buildings and ground, the barest hint of metal beneath. Thancred and the scouts did their best to clean out what they could, with the frugal warmth of torches dotted about where the soldiers would be able to set up. Behind her, caravans held their supplies, now meager in comparison to the amount of Garlean troops they now had in their care. They were able to save about 50 of the soldiers, the rest either lost to battle wounds or the elements.

Raiku walks past her, a Gridanian soldier on his back. The kid had a nasty cut across his face, and Marji hoped the conjurer’s would be able to sew it away. He looks up at the buildings, readjusting the kid for a moment.

“You think the Imperials were afraid their buildings would get up and walk away?”

Marji tilts her head and he nods to the foundation of one of the structures. Looking closer, she saw the base of the building. It reminds her of a claw foot tub, only the talons dug deep into the ground. Webs of metal crosses the stone body in long rectangles; even the windows were guarded by metal designs. The metal roof contains spikes rising into the air, perhaps to keep some sort of cloudkin from descending on them.

“They look like cages to me.” She said.

“Probably to keep themselves safe than to contain someone.” Raiku shivers. “C’mon, I gotta put this radiator down before my shoulders break.”

Inside one of the buildings, even Marji’s distrust of the place ekes out of her. There are no war machina, or boxes of weapons to fuel garlean conquest, but wooden tables and homely knick knacks along the wall. Curtains were drawn, and stoves still had some blackened pots, the ceruleum long run out from the original homeowners tempering.

“In here,” A conjurer waves the pair over. As they past, Marji’s ears lay flat against her hair. Behind the conjurer were height markings, etched into the wooden doorframe, with child drawn pictures of two girls, one mwith long hair, and one with a ponytail.

As Raiku put the soldier down on one of the healing cots, the feeling of a snake squeezing his mind hit him sharply. He flinches and quickly excuses himself to get back out into the cold. He breathes in, focusing on the chill that fell into his lungs and through his body, how the icy wind weaves through his hair. He grounds himself in the moment before glaring at the ground.

Do you have to do that every time you have something ominous to say?

I’m being called away from you by that tower. The infernal lure is already hooked into me, and if you go any closer we’ll be as much a thrall as those pitiful humes.

Raiku takes a quick look around, making sure no one notices him talking to himself. One of the camps guards glances in his direction, and he marches through the snow in between two of the buildings.

They’re called hyurs here, and I let you stay with me because you said you could make me stronger, to be comparable to her. If you’re going to get in the way I’ll-

Raiku groans and clutches his chest, holding himself up by leaning against the cold metal of one of the buildings. He pants as the voidsent curls its ethereal fingers around his heart, squeezing intermittently.

Don’t presume to bark at me, host. I only spoke to give you warning of what would happen because I like you, not for you to incessantly make false threats.

“You’re-gods-you said you’re too weak to survive on your own.” Raiku says through grit teeth.

Fine! Raiku thinks, hitting a fist against the wall. The voidsent slowly lets go of him, and he inhales the cold in shallow breaths until his heart rate returns to normal.

We’re both posturing, whatever. Thal’s Balls you’re so sensitive. Is there anything I can do to keep the call at bay?

The voidsent ghosts out of him, his image phantom as fire smoke. It’s lips curling to reveal rows of sharp, jagged teeth. There are plenty of ways to get me sustenance here.

Raiku waves a hand through the creature, the tendrils of him clinging through Rai’s fingers. He realizes the voidsent is trying to con him into indulging more on aether, as if there isn’t plenty around and the waves that came off the fallen.

Oh fuck off.

The voidsent laughs in his head. Almost had you there.

“Hey.”

Raiku jolts, taken aback at the sudden new voice. Marji steps in front of him, concern on her face as she looks between his eyes.

“You doing alright?”

Raiku stands on his feet, dusting the snow out of his hair. “You know, being possessed and all.”

“What about what Drusilla said, about your avatar?”

Raiku scoffs, “Yeah I’m still working on that binding part, Marj. I’m not too keen on letting it enshroud me when I can’t get him to leave. Me. Alone.” He smacks his forehead on each word.

“Maybe you could practice out here? There are plenty of beasts roaming about it seems. I saw a ludicrously large bear in the distance, or maybe it was just a boulder in snow drift.” She shrugs, trying to keep things light.

He looks down at her, the sensation still unnatural. Her eyes were downcast, and the purple beneath her eyes signs of sleepless bouts. In fact, all over she looks rather worse for wear, as if she’s taken a beating recently out of sight. Again, he worries for her. Always worrying.

“When’s the last time you slept?”

She looks up as she thinks, and he rolls his eyes.

“Thal’s balls Marji if you have to think about it its been too long. Go find a cot with the conjurer’s for gods sake.”

“It’s not that! It’s this place, its this camp.” She waves behind her. “Ever since coming back from the first my legs been fine. The scar’s still there and I haven’t lost sensation, but I can still feel it. That tower hangs over like a guillotine and I’m waiting for my turn. For the Executioner to call.” Her mouth hangs open, and swallows her next words. And I don’t know if I’m hoping he’ll call.

Flashes of Raiku’s first meeting with Zenos envelope him, of the gash in his stomach and nearly losing his eye. The demon who fixates on his friend so much that all else is fog. He remembers Zenos asking him what Marji saw in their companionship before cutting his own throat. He rubs the back of his neck, suddenly sheepish. He puts a hand on her shoulder, realizing she was getting thinner.

“Why don’t we go get some stew, huh? We’ve been helping set up so much you must be hungry, I know I am and could use the company.”

She places a hand over his. “Fine, but we’re eating and talking. If I’m talking about my feelings we’re going to talk about your problem too.”

Raiku rolls his eyes as they made their way to the canteen “I have absolutely no idea what your talking about. It’s super normal to have voices in your head. By the way, how’s Ardbert doing?”

Marji knocks into him roughly as he laughs.

#ffxiv #marji #raiku #ew spoilers #endwalker spoilers #marji writes #6.0 spoilers #but like #light spoilers!#trying to learn how to write disjointed #and set up future disasters!#also the voidsent is unnamed because #well #i havent thought about what to name them yet woops

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Comparability associated with Subgenomic and also Full RNA within SARS-CoV-2 Inhibited Rhesus Macaques.

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#Staurosporine #Bafilomycin A1 #Adavosertib #Trichostatin A #Cobimetinib #Vismodegib #Blasticidin S #Ac-DEVD-CHO #EIDD-1931

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justonemorechapternicercy · 2 years

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for Valentine's Day, number 7 and nicercy, thank you!!

“Tell me that’s not my ex over there.”

Ah, this was fun to write, thank you for the prompt!

Why the fuck am I still here, Percy huffed to himself, lifting his head to look around, trying to sport a guy he wasn't even sure how he looked. All he knew that the man had black hair, brown eyes, and a healthy tan.

"Thanks a lot, Thals," he murmured sarcastically. It wasn't like that description could be said for half of the guys in the restaurant. "You will know when you see him," he whispered in a high-pitched voice, imitating Thalia.

He huffed again. He wasn't sure why he was still sitting at the table; the guy might not even come! He had been sitting there for more than half an hour, waiting for the guy who was late for twenty minutes, even if he didn't have any big expectations about this whole blind date thing.

It has been a few months since he broke up with his last girlfriend, but he wasn't ready to go back to a fruitless relationship. All of his romantic relationships failed after a month or two, either because he couldn't feel anything for them, or because they felt he was not giving everything in. He tried, he tried so hard to fall for any of them, to show them his appreciation, but it was like even sheer stubbornness couldn't break through the wall he built around his heart.

He sighed, and nodded. Okay. He was going to do right for this one. He trusted Thalia, he was sure Jason's friend was going to be great. He could wine and dine, and then finish the date with the promise of another date.

He could do this.

"I have a reservation under the name of Grace," Percy heard. Grace? He must be his blind date!

He turned around to look at the guy talking with the server, as stealthily as he could, wanting to check out him before the guy could see him.

The man standing near the doorway was just like Thalia described him: kind of tall, messy black hair, dark brown eyes, healthy tan and very attractive features.

She just forgot to mention that he was Nico di Angelo.

Fuck.

“Tell me that’s not my ex over there. Tell me it's a coincidence and you didn't set me up a blind date with him,” he wrote to the group chat, ready to strangle somebody. Preferably the Grace siblings who were the cause of being on a blind date with his ex.

"You're welcome," Thalia replied, and Annie sent a winky face.

He was going to kill his friends.

He glanced back to Nico, finding he was now looking towards him. They locked gaze, and Percy felt the familiar warmth blooming in his chest area.

He was so fucked.

He should hate Nico. He had hated him for a while, for not having any faith in them, for giving up on them, but... Looking at him, Percy was swept away with the familiar emotions, and a sudden calm.

Nico looked good.

Not because he was handsome - he was always attractive -, it was the self-confidence he carried himself, and the overall healthiness that made him stand out. Now, he understood why Thalia put so much emphasis on the healthy tan aspect; he was nothing like the ghostly pale young boy he was when they broke up.

He looked... Good.

Looking back, it was the best decision, but... It was hard. They hadn't, in all honesty, been mature enough for each other's emotional baggage. Sometimes love just wasn't enough.

It had taken a long time for Percy to accept that even if Nico did it for the wrong reasons, it was the right choice. He resented him for so long, it took too much anger, too much hurt to realize that he needed help.

He went to therapy, learned that the way he lived, the way demigods lived and died, was not normal, and should have never been normalized by CHB and the gods. That the trauma from Gabe still lingered in his subconscious, that his fatal flaw was not being loyal; it was being afraid of abandonment. That the reason he was so loyal to his friends, more than it was healthy, because he was deathly afraid of being abandoned by those he loved.

That the reason why he hated Nico was because he abandoned him. Twice. Once, when they broke up, but he did it even before that, when he pretended he didn't know Percy at all, after he lost all of his memories.

It took a lot of time for Percy to accept that the way they were back then was doing more harm than good for their mental and emotional health. And looking at Nico now, it seemed their relationship wasn't doing much good for his physical health either.

Percy had loved him, he had been ridiculously, disgustingly happily head-over-heels in love with him, and Nico had loved him back so much, but they both hadn't been ready for any of it.

In the end, Nico had let the fear drive him instead of love. He was afraid of being loved, he was afraid of staying at one place, he was afraid of letting people in after running in all of his life, so he just left.

He didn't break up with Percy, per se, but he left, and it ended everything between them.

Nico broke Percy's heart that day.

"Perce," Nico said, already standing beside him without Percy noticing he was even moving, his voice surprisingly soft.

Percy, without meaning to, jumped a bit, his grip on the napkin he was torturing in his stress tightened briefly, before he relaxed.

"Nico," he nodded, "it's been a while." Four years, two months and eleven days, but who counted.

"Yes, it really has," Nico said, running his fingers through his curly hair. Percy's eyes followed the movement, his smile widening. He always loved running his fingers through those adorable curls.

"Sit down," Percy said, and the other man after a brief hesitation did so. "You look good," he noted.

Nico's eyes expressed his surprise, but it quicky turned into delight, and a soft, pleased smile appeared on his face.

"I... Yeah. I'm doing good, actually," he said, biting into his lips, drawing Percy's attention towards the pink cupid's bow.

"I'm glad," and he really was. What he was also glad for, was the fact that he was, evidently, single.

Bravely, Percy put his hand on the middle of the table, palm upwards, and said, "I know we've been through a lot together, and that we have lot a lot of things to talk, but... I've missed you."

He really did. He knew even before meeting with Nico again, that his relationships didn't work, because he was still in love with Nico. Because he still loved him, still wanted to have him in his life.

He was sure that he, that they could be what Nico, and what both of them needed now, now that they'd both seemed to have their life on the right track. Wasn't that what Nico wanted when he left? Wanted to find himself, wanted Percy to find himself?

Percy was pretty sure, they both found themselves, and it was time for them to find the other as well.

As the silence stretched, the initial rush of bravery Percy felt was dissipating, and suddenly, he felt terrified that Nico would reject him. It was a blind date, after all. He was expecting somebody else, not his ex boyfriend. Maybe he...

Before he could work into an anxiety attack, his breath caught in his throat as Nico laced his fingers though Percy's.

"I missed you, too," he smiled.

He could finally breathe again. He squeezed Nico's hand, and asked hesitantly, " Would you like to go on a date with me? Maybe I could make you dinner?"

Nico stared, then burst out in laughter. Percy felt conflicted, because Nico laughing was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen, yet him laughing at his question didn't bode that well for their possible future.

After finally biting back his chuckles, Nico asked, wiping tears out of his eyes, "You... You do realize that we are in a restaurant, right?" Nico drawled, eyes sparkling with mirth.

Percy stopped, mortified. Oh, shit.

"Don't worry. I would love you to make breakfast for me," the other man winked confidently, and squeezed Percy's hand.

Oh, Percy thought.

"I... Yeah. That works too," he blushed, already ready for the continuation of the night.

They had a lot of lost time to make up for, after all.

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