#this kinda just turned into a little greek mythology lesson

[miracles-and-butterflies]

Any Luisa headcanons?

Have a few asks for Luisa at the minute, so here are some of my headcanons for her:

Her full name is Luisa Amalia Rojas Madrigal

She was over a month late

When she first met Isabela, she bit Isabela’s finger

Her first words were “Papa” and “Bela”

Luisa is the most like Agustín

She’s her father’s daughter through and through

Her favourite thing in the world is coffee (she is the original coffee kid)

Young Isabela and Luisa frequently got into trouble as children and had to be healed from their fights

She was jealous of the attention Isabela received and hated being the youngest

Agustín’s father, Sancho, is the one who inspired her love for Greek mythology

Luisa loves mythology in general, but Greek will always be her favourite and area of expertise

Was grounded for two weeks at Mirabel’s birth for saying, “She’s better than any boy!”

Young Luisa was obsessed with her little sister, and acted like a little girl with her toy doll when it came to Mirabel. She still kinda does

While Isabela was Alma’s favourite, Luisa was the favourite of Agustín’s mother, Juana

Juana was very strict and cruel as a grandmother behind Agustín’s back, which is why Alma never wanted her granddaughters visiting her

Prior Mirabel’s ceremony, Luisa would go to the nursery for the bedtime story before going back to her own. Sometimes she’d sneak back in and sleep on the window seat

Unlike the others, young Luisa wasn’t hurt by Mirabel being smarter her and was very encouraging of the fact that this child could read and write better than her

She is the one who drags Mirabel into photos

She learns Greek, Italian and Portuguese from her father

Yes, Luisa looks like a cinnamon roll, but she can and will kill you to protect her family

Similarly, nobody think she’s is a little shit either

She is the typical annoying younger sister to Isabela, not Mirabel

Likes to annoy Isabela with how little she knows about plants

She knows she’s her father’s favourite and will absolutely turn on the charm to get out of things that are absolutely her fault

Luisa goes on a jog every morning and evening as part of her workout and cool down routines

Really wants to try rock climbing but Julieta won’t let her because it’s dangerous

She loves dancing and is really good at it, though she has never taken actual lessons

She also really likes swimming

Can be just as egotistical and competitive as Isabela

Luisa was seven when she worked out she was a lesbian at her birthday party

She had a growth spurt at 15 and has been the tallest person in Encanto ever since, much to Isabela’s annoyance

Before the film, Luisa would try to do her father, Tío Félix and Mirabel’s chores before getting caught doing so

Luisa has been preparing herself to deal with intruders and use to ask Bruno if he foresaw any attacks, so she’d know how and when to defend the town

After hearing he’d done visions for Dolores and Isabela, she asked for one too. She was very upset when he didn’t

Young Luisa was the one who frequently walked in on the adults at the worst times (for example, the argument after Bruno left)

Luisa struggles to accept the fact she neglected Mirabel and hasn’t been as great a sister as she claims, usually pushing the blame on to Isabela instead

She has a button collection

She is super protective of it and will not let anyone touch them

Luisa is the best hug giver

She likes physical connection - she will always be seen hugging, wrapping an arm around or carrying her family members

In addition, she is very ticklish

She feels so bad for always hugging Mirabel after Casita’s fall when it was clear her sister wasn’t comfortable. She still goes to hug her now, but will change to holding her hand instead

Capybaras, dogs and donkeys are Luisa’s favourite animals

Luisa has many plushies of them, her room is also filled with bean bag chairs and a variety of pillows

She also has a variety of lamps in her room, due to being afraid of the dark

Luisa chews her nails when stressed

She doesn’t always notice when the village kids climb on her because she’s so use to Camilo and Antonio doing it at home

She eats just as much as Camilo, he just always gets caught

Is the only one who can outlast Pepa’s hurricanes

A little bit jealous of Dolores and Mirabel, that’s her hermanita goddamit

She is the reigning champion of tejo out of anyone in Encanto

Luisa will always go to her father for advice first and then Mirabel

Luisa was the one who started creating more unnecessary jobs around Encanto for herself - people did not suddenly start asking her to move the church every morning

She is the only child of Julieta’s who is a good cook

Has always been in control of her strength, but there are times when she forgets. She has accidentally smashed many bowls and glasses

Luisa does yoga and meditation after the film

She cannot play a single instrument

Currently, she has a crush on Lili (the background character)

In the future, she wants to get married and have two children

#encanto #ask me anything #encanto headcanons #luisa madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #alma madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #félix madrigal #bruno madrigal #the cold family #encanto lili #antonio madrigal #pepa madrigal

[none-of-your-biscuits]

Okay so like, walk with me on my path for a moment, consider this

The goat (and rooster) miraculous were especially lazy, because Genesis or whatever is literally just a copy of the lucky charm and the paintbrush is lame so I'm picking up the concept and slamming it into the floor so I can put it back together

But also like, not for a cat duo perspective but for a canon-er one, the tiger is essentially a copy of the cat, and the goat is a copy of the ladybug and while that doesn't matter for cat duo just know I was thinking about it

So like I was talking with the council about this bc we are a hivemind and we agreed (but especially cap) that the goat and rooster should be night day theme, and I was saying how it was a shame that Caprikid was genuinely a good name and then they had nothing to do with stars or nighttime and their power was named after the Bible of all things like huh???

So I would not let go of the star thing and now for a little mythology lesson with Biscuits, the actual Capricornus constellation (which is a goat mermaid basically) is based on a couple things but the most famous is about the Greek god Pan, who was a satyr and god of the wild and a couple other things but the story behind it is apparently, when like Typhon (father of monsters? I don't know that myth super well) but basically all the Olympians fucking booked it to Egypt I believe, besides Zeus and maybe Athena sometimes, and Pan gave them the idea to hide in the form of turning into animals, and for him that means he turned into a half fish (because he already had a goat head) and swam down the Nile, and Zeus was so proud of him for his idea that he made a constellation for him.

So anyway onto why this matters even a little

So I'm not sure of the EXACT reason they need to give the goat miraculous out, but Chat takes it and he and tigress are like "do you think, that Chloe deserves a second chance?" So chat runs off while tigress and ladybug fight whatever akuma

And like

Chat hands her the miraculous, and says this is a second chance, please don't reveal your identity this time, even to ladybug

So now onto the like basic stuff

Her name is like, I was just gonna be lazy and call her Satyr but then dragon goes "Satyre, like satire, because she's not supposed to have a miraculous" and I love that so her name is Satyre

The canon weapon is dumb, and like, there's two options for the goat miraculous you either do the battering RAM for the pun or you do Shepard's Crook for the aesthetic and I'm all about aesthetic so crook all the way baby

Like. I'm not great at design but the only thing rattling around in my head is like, black jacket with like the wool lined hood? And the Capricorn constellation on the back in white

And like in general smaller constellations in on the black parts of her outfit bc like black and white for the goat (dubwool lookin binch)

Also horns bc I physically cannot not add horns to stuff whenever possible

For the power, I'm kinda sketch on this but I can't think of anything better so like, kinda like sandboy (not the akuma) dust, but where it's timed and if they can get close enough to pocket sand/blow dist on you after like a few minutes you just pass out and don't wake up for like a minute, but the "pass out" time is incredibly close to the timer for the detransforming, so the goat like has to dip out almost immediately after using the dust

I don't have a name for the power chloroform So I just call it Dust for now

So yeah, Goat Chloe/Satyre is in cat duo now

#cat duo au #cat duo #this is the chloe post

[honeyheaded]

i am SO HYPE abt mine and my best friend (and a lot of other people’s apparently but im talking about it anyway) idea for who the fifth member of the syndicate is you dont even know

like

tho the codename is never explicitly stated it is visible as the name “Harpocrates”

now, if you‘re a greek mythology nerd like a lot of us (hello lgbt community) then you recognize the significance of the codenames and the fact that they are chosen based off greek mythos

Techno’s is Protesilaus - the first to hop off the boat during the trojan war and thus the first to die. this is ironic for obvious reasons, though there is some mythos that he actually survived the war and went on the found Scion after he was left unable to return from the war. additionally, protesilaus means “first” so it may also be a reference to the fact that Techno was technically the first member of the syndicate

Philza’s is Zehpyrus - one of the four gods of the directional winds (the West one to be precise) and the spring. he is the gentlest of the four and considered the soft bringer of spring, ironic when you consider that phil and techno live in a frozen tundra and also that the god is most famous for epically ruining Apollo and Hyacinthus’ frisbee date by going all “return to sender” on the discus and accidentally killing the dude. another thing the god is known for, however, is giving Odysseus the bag of winds he fails to use to return home.

Ranboo’s was (as of yesterday) revealed to be the popular fan guess of Lethe - a daughter of Eris, the goddess of choas, the goddess lethe is said to be the living embodiment of oblivion and forgetfulness who looks over the river of the same name. the river lethe is a river that runs through various parts of the underworld, and every soul that drinks of the water forgets all of their previous existance. it is said that the river runs through/around the cave of the god of sleep, hypnos, and that the noise the river makes lulls people to drowsiness

Nikki has not picked her codename yet, but i dont believe i have enough knowledge of her or greek mythology to make a good guess on what shell pick so i wont even try

now, if you think about this, about how they went about choosing their codenames and what we already know the mystery member’s name to be, then you start to get a picture of who it could be

Harpocrates is the child greek god of silence. there isnt much we know about him, only that he was borrowed by the greeks based off the egyptian god horus the child, who’s gesture of the pointer finger pressed to his lips was a symbol of the sun, which he is a symbolic representation of. the greeks mistook the gesture as one of silence and serenity and thus Harpocrates was born, who is often depicted as a small child with a finger pressed to his lips.

who do we know on the smp who is silent? literally the Only person who doesnt speak?

Callahan

admittedly, i have only recently joined the smp fandom (within the last two months) so i know next to nothing about him. reading the wiki, he is shown as mostly comic relief, joking around on the rare moment hes on unless there is a big event happening. because of this, i have very little actual evidence that the fifth member is Callahan, however, id say the name is a pretty good place to start

feel free to add on to this

#i know a lot of other people have probably posted abt this #but i wanted to add on to it #and i did a lot of research lol #this kinda just turned into a little greek mythology lesson #im a nerd #the syndicate #technoblade #ranboo my beloved #ranboo #philza #philza minecraft #nikki nihachu #callahan #dream smp #dsmp

[lukneetoonz]

LITTLE GODDESS PART I

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Summary: As a newer goddess you think back on how you got to where you are; in the throne room sitting next to your husband, the god of the dead.

Pairing: Hades!Aizawa x fem!reader, DadNyx!Izuku x fem!reader platonic, MomSelene!Uraraka x reader platonic.

Warnings: If you know Greek mythology I did some s*x references kinda, talks about getting pregnant, animals in distress slightly, mentions of skeletons and ghosts, arguing with parents, and a whole lotta fluff…

Word Count: 1,878

A/N: First official chapter! I wanted to give some background first before we jumped right into the ship making with aizawa himself! Please respect that I used Uraraka and Izuku for a ship, there will be other ships in here too but that doesn’t mean I disrespect anyone’s ships! I just used it for the fic! If you have any questions about the fic ask box is open = ) Happy Sunday 💓

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To begin the story you have to go back to the beginning of how it started, how the little goddess of monsters became even a thought. Y/N was the daughter, Nyx, also known as Izuku, and Selene, who goes by Uraraka. Now the mortals always come up with their stories and names for the gods that they worship. Of course everyone that the God of the night was a female and nicknamed him Nyx, even his statues had a women’s figure making him widely teased by the other gods. His wife on the other hand, found it endearing. She thought he must have been kind hearted if thought as a female since all the other gods always make themselves… known... Uraraka loved Izuku as soon as she met him, they went together like peanut butter and jelly. She’s his moon, and he’s her everlasting night, and she loves the night. For years they worked together, Izuku holding Uraraka as they made beautiful night skies that took mortals and even gods, breathes away. Together they watched olympus and the mortal world grow, yet the time came when Uraraka grew sad and began hiding the moon away from the mortals and gods. Of course, this worried her lover who noticed every little about her, after another moonless night he entered their beautiful cabin, going straight to their shared room

“Darling what’s wrong? Without your moon and stars, my darkness has been nothing.” Izuku brushed her brown hair back, making her sigh and meet his eyes “I went and visited our friend Shoto, and of course his mother rei was there…. I just- got jealous… Izu- She has 4 children! All of which admire her, and I have none…” Her voice mimicked a whispered as her hands rested on her flat and childless womb, a silver tear falling down her cheek “I want a child Izuku… a child with you.”

The loving god felt his breath hitch in his throat, thoughts racing through his mind before he started laughing, his cheeks turning rosy and eyes wrinkling before he cupped her cheeks and kissed her “We will go tomorrow to Queen Rei and get blessed by the goddess of birth herself! Of course I want a child, you should have told me sooner!” He laughed out, picking the small girl up and spinning her around “I promise that you will have a child in your arms soon.” Izuku rested his forehead on Uraraka’s as she smiled with now happy tears running down her chubby cheeks, automatically squeezing her husband into a tight hug

“I love you- I love you so much…” Uraraka cried out, kissing all over Izuku’s face “I love you too…”

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Uraraka leaned on izuku's shoulder, both of them watching their sleeping newborn. A smile danced on (y/sc) face as you subconsciously gripped onto Izuku’s finger. “Izu… she’s so small… are little goddesses supposed to be this small?” The new father laughed, his eyes never leaving his daughter “Our little goddess of creatures of the night may be small, but she's going to have a ferocious bite for anyone who tries to challenge her. I can tell.”

Stirring lightly, you made a tiny sound making both of them in high alert, Izuku looking around and Uraraka clutching you to her chest “False alarm… she just- made the sound?” Izuku questioned, as he stared at Y/N “Babies are-” Uraraka cut Izuku off and nodded “Unusual, but we will work it out! Especially if we go to Queen Rei and Nemuri, I mean Nemuri does have a lot of children” Uraraka started thinking, wondering if maybe she could take baby classes for baby goddesses

Lost in her thoughts she was slightly startled by the hands placed on her shoulders and she immediately looked up at her smiling husband “We will figure this out together… let’s go to bed for now, because I’ve heard that she won’t stay asleep for long” Nodding, Uraraka moved so the small newborn rested peacefully in her starry night decorated cradle that was placed next to the couples bed. “Goodnight My little star…” Y/N mother whispered to her before getting into bed herself, instantly being wrapped into Izuku’s warmth.

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5 Years Old

You may have been young, but your powers were strong. At just 5 years old you were bringing frog/bat hybrids to your parents that should have never been able to exist. Today was no different as you hopped along in the forest made to your parents liking, you stumbled upon an injured owl that reminded you of Fuyumi, a woman who has been teaching you since she was trusted by your parents. Apparently she blessed you at birth so you grew wise yourself and caught on fast to the lessons you were taught. So when you saw the owl, you knew you couldn’t possibly let it suffer all alone “What happened Mr owl? Did someone do this to you? You can tell me! My father said that he will take care of any mean people!”

Sadly, even with all that knowledge your imagination still ran wild, as the bird could not communicate with you… yet. The owl just tilted its head at you making out a broken coo, before its head turned around and spotted a raccoon. With a bright idea you ran and caught the raccoon, which really wasn’t hard since the animals loved you, and brought it over to the owl. “Don’t worry, it’s gonna be worth it in the end!”

You placed your hands on both animals, eyes turning purple as the wind picked up and purple rays swirled around the animals. Panicking, the raccoon and owl made sounds of alert since they didn’t understand what was going on as they floated in the air, but it ended soon when you caught your new little hybrid in your arms “EEK! You’re so cute!! I think I’m gonna keep you… only if momma and father say I can” Your lip pouted slightly as you huffed but nonetheless started running home, wanting to show your parents what you made

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10 Years Old

“Why do I have to go away with Aunty Momo?! It’s not fair momma!” You cried as you stomped your foot, growing older only meant your powers growing stronger. Since it was a lot like what Demeter could do, your parents were sending you to the mortal realm so you could see how she works with her power and strength “Y/N, this isn’t about sending you away… it’s about making sure you won’t get hurt if you lose control. Know that we are doing this for your own good!” Izuku tried reasoning with you but your doe (e/c) that were filled with tears pained him

“Am I dangerous?” A small whimper left your lips as the question left your parents speechless, Uraraka standing up and tackling you in her embrace “No! You’re not dangerous my little star! A lot of children like you had to learn to control their power, me and your father also had to learn to control our powers! But- we just aren’t the right ones to teach you…” As the sentence went on, your mother's words went to a mumble and your father put a hand on her shoulder and one on your head as he kissed both of your heads

“We love you so much… you are the best thing we ever created. Remember that” Izuku whispered, only getting a silent nod in return

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15 Years Old

It had been 5 years since you were sent to the mortal realm. 5 years and you realize now what your parents meant before sending you off. You couldn’t wait to get home. There was still time to go to school and study a bit more before officially doing your Olympian duties, so of course you wanted to take advantage of that. Running up to the familiar house you didn’t even get the chance to reach the door before two familiar faces came running out and tackling you in a hug “Mamma! Father! I’m sorry for before and throwing such a fit… I realize now- and- I love you guys… I’m so sorry I treated you like I did.” You sobbed out your apology before they could even speak, gripping onto them like you would leave again

“You were still a child Y/N…. you have nothing to be sorry for. You’re here now and you’ve grown so much!” Izuku had tears streaming down his face as he cupped your own “Just look at you! I’m gonna have to fight Enji so he doesn’t marry you off to any of his sons.” *He sniffled, making you chuckle* “I promise that won’t happen father” Your response only made the poor man cry more, making your mother step in

“My not so little anymore star… your father's right, you’re going to be the hottest thing next to Nemuri. Since we all know, no one will ever dare top the goddess of beauty herself.” Uraraka’s statement made you blush as you looked away “Mamma! Don’t say such things, she’s also the goddess of love, remember? I would like to have something like you and father have one day, and I’ll need her help so I can’t have her hating me!” The moon goddess just laughed at your statement patting your cheek “Don’t fear us old ones okay? It’s you newcomers that should be feared”

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20 Years Old

“Do you have your papers?” You nod in confirmation as you watch your father scatter about, making sure that everything is perfect for your first day in the underworld, aka your first time meeting hades “Y/N where is the gift-” Izuku was cut off by you holding said gift in front of his face “Father, don’t worry… how bad can one meeting turn out?”

Honestly, you were more than ready to get started on your duties as a goddess, more importantly, you were more than ready to get started working in the underworld. Sure the place had skeletons and ghosts, but it didn’t have true monsters, that’s where you come in. Smiling, you looked down at the small three headed cat and cooed “You’ll be good to the king won’t you? I almost don’t want to give you up… such a beautiful creature” You sighed as said cat purred against your hand “Y/N! C'mon we have to go!!” Groaning as you heard your father's panicked voice you got up and met him “Well let’s go old man, what are you waiting for?”

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Taglist : @present-mel , @maya-ngpirit , @a-match-into-themoon , @nhievyenne , @negansnumberonewifie

#aizawa imagine #aizawa x reader #bnha shouta aizawa #mha aizawa #mha fanfiction #mha imagines #shoto aizawa #shouta aizawa headcanons #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa fanfiction #mha uraraka #deku x uraraka #urakaka #uraraka ochacho #bnha uraraka #bnha deku #deku #LittleGoddessFic

[imacrowcawcaw]

Eyes of Juniper Ch. 1 (A Metallica Fic)

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Author (as known on Various sites): Lady Lover- Rockfic, Luluthechoosingcrow - AO3, theladylovingcrow - Deviantart and Wattpad, @sammy_bluebells - Instagram, @imacrowcawcaw - main Tumblr, @insannywestan - Sanny shipping Tumblr Pairing: Lars Ulrich/James Hetfield, Kirk Hammett/Cliff Burton, Lars/Female Character (briefly), Lars/Male Character (kinda, more just awkward one sided flirting then Lars gets rescued by his knight in a ratty Motorhead shirt) Fandom: Metallica Tags/warnings: Sex-swap AU, early 80s era 'tallica, smut, gay smut, also het smut since the whole gender switch thing, drinking and alcohol, lots of cussing and profanity, should warn that Lars goes into detail about taking a piss cuz ya know it's new to him, Idk I'll add tags per chapter as I think of shit

Notes: 

1. Okay, so I spent like months thinking about whether to do this or not. On the one hand, yes this has so much potential to be fun (and I've seen some other sex swap stories i like). On the other hand, a lot of the whole sex/Gender swap thing is really stereotypical gender shit and goes against what I personally believe. But, creative juices won out and I'll try to keep true to character as much as possible while also making this funny and not too misogynistic (if that's possible).

2. This is a work in progress! I started it a year and a half ago, and now a friend is helping me continue 

3. This story is inspired by the song 'Jewel of the Summertime' by Audioslave (on their album Revelations) I love this song and it is awesome you should totally go listen to it.

4. The witch-lady is inspired by Aine, Celtic goddess of love, summer, wealth, and sovereignty. I literally just googled 'goddess of love' then scrolled through a list to find someone other than Aphrodite (don't get me wrong I love Greek mythology but it just wasn't right for this fic) and came across this girl. I only did a quick Wikipedia read, I'm not planning on going too heavy into her myth and more just using her for the plot but.... If anybody is more well versed in Celtic mythology and I seem to get something wrong, please feel free to comment and I'll try my best to make it accurate!

5. Woo damn that was a lot of stuff, I don't blame you if you didn't bother reading it. Now, on with the show!

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1984 (Lars' POV)

The first thing I felt when I woke up was this odd sense of.... well, just something being fuckin' off. Like I was missing something, but also like I had gained something? I felt like a brand-new person, although in my gut I was still me.... Man, I must have had WAY too much Jager last night, it's fucking with my head.

I slowly peeled the itchy fleece blanket off of my body and rolled onto the floor, which was about a foot from the bare mattress. We really needed to invest in some sheets, especially if we wanted to keep bringing chicks back to the house. Apparently, most girls are not at all impressed by stained, lumpy mattresses with almost no bedding on them.

Speaking of girls and mattresses, didn't I bring one home last night? I raised my head slightly from its position from the threadbare carpet and looked at the bed, trying to see if Anna (Was that her name?) was still there. Yep, there was a naked hippy still passed out in my bed, sweet!

I groaned quietly as I stood and shuffled my way out the door and down the hall to the bathroom. It was then I noticed that I didn't really have the usual alcohol-and-early-morning-and-piss induced erection, but my bladder was still straining. Huh, weird.

Whatever. I just wanted to pee, get rid of that feeling in my gut, and get that dead possum taste out of my mouth. Pushing open the door and wincing as the creaky hinges screeched through my headache, I pulled down my boxers and reached for my dick.... What the fuck?

WHAT THE FUCK?

WHERE WAS MY MOTHERFUCKIN DICK?!

Trying not to panic, I looked down, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment so I wouldn't have to see right away. But, of course, that kind of defeated the purpose of looking down, so I opened them again. No dick. The hell was going on?

Taking a deep, calming breath, I tried to think through this rationally. My dick, for whatever reason, was not where it was supposed to be. But, my bladder was still full and begging to be released, so obviously my system or whatever was still working. That need to pee was turning into a burning pain, so I tried to come up with a solution. If I don't have a cock, then I can piss through....what, exactly? Is there anything down there at all? What is even going on!?

Pulling in another deep breath through my nose, I let it hiss out between clenched teeth as I slowly, so slowly, touched my fingers to my abdomen and moved them downwards, dreading what I would find. Annnnnd....... Yep, there it was.

Velvety soft lips, slick, pungent juices; anatomy I knew so well but never, EVER expected to feel on myself. My crisis would have to wait a minute, though, 'cause my bladder was going to explode and no dick be damned I needed to do something about it.

Gingerly sitting my ass down on the toilet (god, so weird sitting down just to piss) I tried to slowly let it out. The feeling was...well there was certainly relief of the pressure, but it also felt strange in a way I couldn't really describe. I could possibly get used to it, not that I'm planning on staying like this or anything.

Cringing as I wiped, I slowly pulled the boxers back up to my hips that I just now noticed were a little wider than usual. And my hands, were they smaller? Softer? My chest too....HOLY SHIT I HAVE BOOBS! That, I might be able to get used to.

I turned to the mirror, and was quite shocked at what I saw. There was a girl standing there, with large, doe-like green eyes staring back at me from underneath brown bangs. She had a nice tan on her upper body, although her breasts were still pale where she clutched at them, small rosy nipples poking through her fingers. A pair of black cotton boxers stretched tight around the small curve of her hips, but hung loose around her milky thighs that almost touched. And this...this chick was me. ME.

Shaking my head, I splashed some water onto my face and rubbed my eyes, hoping it was just a fucked up dream. No such luck.

I was considering hiding in the bathroom forever, because no way in hell could I let the guys see me like this, let alone figure out how to explain, when I heard a scream. It sounded a lot like Kirk's voice, so I pushed my problems to the back of my head and ran into the hallway, stopping dead in my tracks at what I saw.

Anna, or whatever her name was, stood at the top of the stairs, dressed in flowing black robes with green Celtic designs all over them. She had jewels and charms hanging from her waist, wrists, neck, and ears, each tinkling as she tossed some sort of... Powder onto a very shocked looking Kirk. Or at least, I was pretty sure it was Kirk. He (she?) seemed to be in the same boat as me as far as bodies were concerned at the moment.

With a final dusting of powder, witchy-chick turned to me and smirked. "I hope you learn your lesson, I'll be back in a week. And as for you...." She turned to Kirk, "Well, you're just too damn cute! I couldn't resist seeing what a pretty girl you'd make!"

"This is your fault? You bitch! " I yelled. "Why the hell did you do this to us? Who are you? Change us back, then get the fuck out! I don't wanna be a damn girl, and neither does Kirk!" God this was fucking insane, that chick was crazy!

She hissed at me, eyes flashing in a way that could not be human. "Now you listen, GIRL. You'll stay like this for as long as I deem fit. You need to learn some respect for women, and being one is the best way to do that. I suppose you don't remember what you did last night?" She asked, looking bored and ready lo go fuck up someone else's life.

I thought hard, then it came creeping back to me. The bar, the Jager, the flirting with a group of girls, copping a feel and getting slapped, then her changing her mind and coming home with me, talking dirty in her ear, then unworldly sex, her whispering what sounded like a spell in my ear as I came... Holy shit.

"Is this about me grabbing your ass? I'm sorry! Please don't do this!" I begged, finally starting to let the situation sink in and desperation set. This could not be happening.

"Hmph," she snorted, "Begging isn't going to get you anywhere. I've seen humans beg for much less, and they still didn't get it. No, you'll love your life as a woman for a week, both of you, and hopefully you'll come to realize the struggles and terror that comes with it. If you've learned your lessons and are truly sorry, then you will be turned back. If not... Well you'll just have to stay like this until you do."

And just like that, she turned with a flourish and disappeared into thin air. My morning could not get any crazier, I was sure if it. But, because I wasn't actually sure and was suddenly doubting all logical occurrences in the world, I knocked on the wooden railing. That done, I turned towards Kirk.

He (seriously, do I call us he's or she's now? This is so fucked up) was shaking like a leaf, looking like he'd fall over any moment. I went over to grab him, calm him down, something.

"Shh shh, it's all right, Kirk," I muttered in his ear, awkwardly patting his back. I never thought I'd need to, but it really fucking sucks I can't comfort him any better than this. It was like this sour feeling in my chest that nestled in right next to my heart, whispering how awful I was at this and how he's probably mad at me for getting him into this situation.

Before I could ask him if he wanted to punt me out of a window, though, I heard some shuffling and talking coming from downstairs. James and Cliff were headed up here. As much as I wanted to hide for a week until my fuckin' "lesson" was up, I couldn't exactly drag Kirk into the hall closet in his current state, so I stood my ground.

"Hey, ladies, we do appreciate the service you've done our ugly ass friends, but could you keep the cat fight down until you've left the house?"

Ah, James, the man still didn't know how to talk to women after all this time. He was either too shy to form a sentence, or he put on this macho bravado that turned him into a drink asshole. Either way, this lady was not pleased.

By now I guess the guys had reached the landing Kirk and I were at and saw me hugging him, because Cliff chimed in, "Aww, they've made up! Good! Now, can I ask what exactly you two were telling about so loudly that it woke me and my boy James up? Did Lars do something?"

My back straightened at that, and I turned my head to him indignantly. "I did fucking not!" I retorted, even though apparently this whole situation was my fault. No need for them to know that, though.

"Holy shit, Lars!?!" James screamed.

I sighed. "Hi, Jamie."

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Chapter 2

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[percabeth4life]

The Crossroads of Destiny

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I moved into my dorm.

Setting it up was fun.

My roommate hasn’t arrived yet, so I picked the side by the window and started setting up.

I put my bedding on the bed (blue of course), my clothes in the dresser (his school ones and his nice clothes from Triton), my rainbow stone and star globe on the table by the bed, my books on the shelf, I put the candy my mom gave me in the drawer, put my collection of stuff from the sea (assorted gifts from my mer friends and some cool shells and coral pieces I like) on the shelves, and finally set up the fish tank for the human fish I’m still trying to turn back human.

The fishes name is Carl, which is really boring but…

I also put my copies of Avatar on the shelf, and small amount of memorabilia around the room. I’ve heard rumors of a sequel, how fun!

I frowned, studying my side of the room. I don’t think I’m missing anything…

Other than Triton and my mer friends…

Ugh, I hate boarding school already.

I sulked but moved to shove my notebooks on the shelf too.

Classes don’t start for a few days, so I suppose I could spend the next few days looking around the campus. Hopefully this year there wouldn’t be any… incidents.

I grabbed my ocarina and my music book and settled on the bed to practice.

I really like the ocarina, it makes such nice tunes, and it’s made from a really dense coral, it’s brilliant.

I began the warm up tunes, carefully running through the notes, furrowing my brow in concentration.

I’m going to get amazing at this. Triton said that if I get good enough at it by the winter solstice then he’d give me the next book on the Siren’s Song! Then I’ll get to practice actually using the Siren’s Song, using the ocarina of course. Triton said I wasn’t to try it with just my voice until Triton cleared him.

That’s fine though, I’m was still excited.

I started playing one of the simple tunes to start.

Carefully placing my fingers and following my memory of practicing this song until it was perfect.

It was one of the most basic, but I still like it. It’s soothing to practice.

I finished that song and turned to the next one.

I’ve only mastered the first two, I can do those two without looking at the instructions at this point. I’m also pretty good at the third one and alright at the fourth. I can play through the fifth song if I really focus hard.

I haven’t gotten around to trying the sixth yet.

I reached the fourth song in my play throughs. I started playing it for the second time to fix a note I keep messing up but paused when the door opened.

I looked up to see a boy with pasty skin, curly red/brown hair, and a rainbow tie-dye shirt.

“Uh, hi?”

I nodded in greeting, “Hi, are you my roommate?”

“Yeah! Or well,” the boy glanced at the paper in his hands, “You are… Percy, right? Hang on let me check the room number again, this is- Yeah okay, I think you’re my roommate!”

I offered a smile, following the lessons Triton drilled into me, “I’m Percy Jackson, glad to be roommates. What’s your name?”

“I’m Grover, nice to meet you!”

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

Grover’s side of the room was nice, he had some books, a few plants, his school supplies of course. It didn’t have the sparklines of my side, what with my Rainbow Stone and Starglobe, but it was nice.

I noticed Grover giving Carl some odd looks when Carl commented on how boring Grover’s side was, or how he needed better clothes, or how he was hungry ‘Percy feed me’.

I of course fed him, I’d hate to be locked up like Carl. Least I can do is make it comfortable.

Grover blinked slowly and stared more confused.

It was almost like he could hear Carl.

…

Please say I’m not rooming with another mythological being that wants me dead.

…

Nope, not dealing with that today.

I grabbed my ocarina and music book and told Grover I was going outside to play.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

Grover wasn’t bad, he went with me to explore the campus despite the limp he had.

I made sure to keep my walking slow, I don’t want to strain Grover. La’akea had a permanently injured tail so had to use currents to help her move and while she’s pretty quick now, Grover couldn’t do the same with land.

We found where all our classes would be first, then found the nearby bathrooms and water fountains. Then we went to find the library, we already knew where the cafeteria was thanks to needing food.

We only ended up exploring the inside today (mainly because I got distracted in the mythology section of the library, it had a few books in ancient Greek, which, while not as easy as Halmaheran language, is still easier than English).

The next day we explored the grounds. I like the fountains I could see around the grounds, they’re pretty, and the water sparkles in the light.

We met a few other students, I did his best to smile and act like Triton taught me, it seemed to work better on these kids than the ones from his other schools.

But befriending Grover already seemed to be getting negative views.

I resisted the urge to glare at the student I heard mutter something insulting about Grover. Did they have no manners for disabilities? Triton would kick their butts if he heard it. But Triton would also lecture me if I lost my temper on the first day.

“Ha, look at the cripple, I don’t know why schools let those people in, don’t they want to keep appearances up? Having a loser like that here just ruins the schools rep.”

I smiled sweetly at the boy, “Well you would know if someone should be kicked out for appearances, wouldn’t you?” I gave the boy a brief look over, making my meaning as clear as possible, then turned and walked away.

I walked away with my head held high, Grover following me.

“You didn’t have to do that. But thanks man.”

I huffed, “he was rude, you didn’t deserve that. Just cause you have a disability doesn’t mean he gets free range to insult you!”

Grover grinned, “thanks again”

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

Classes started again, they were boring.

I covered the math with Triton, and as long as I wrote in Halmaheran it was easy. Of course, then I have to go back and translate to dumb Arabic numerals but…

Geography was as annoying as ever, land geography was so boring!

I do enjoy Latin, I’m not bad at it I don’t think. We’ve only just started the basics of it, learning some word meanings and not yet at conjugating, but I don’t think I’ll struggle too much if it stays this easy.

Honestly my biggest trouble will probably be grammar in that class.

And of course, in English class.

I hate English class.

They also have art which I enjoy. I would prefer music, so I can practice my ocinara, but it is fun to make things. I figure I can give what I make to Triton or mom.

Science is dumb though.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

Carl is seventy percent sure that Grover can understand him, so I have to be careful not to reveal I can also understand my fish.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

So, there are clubs, Grover was nervous to sign up for them, and I’ve never signed up for a club before.

But Triton would probably encourage it, so I decided to look through the clubs to see.

I shouldn’t do swimming, if Grover is a Mythological being than that would give me away real quick.

I decided that model UN should be good, it will let me practice my “princely” stuff, since I won’t have Triton bugging me about it.

And… ooh, the music club. That would give me more opportunities to practice my ocarina!

I couldn’t help but hum happily, I can practice my ocarina, and I can do some fancy talking (that will make Triton happy probably) so it works out!

“What are you going to do Grover?”

“Uh, I’m not sure, what about you?”

I grinned, “Model UN and music club!”

“Oh well, those sound good, maybe I’ll join them too?”

“Do you know an instrument? Or are you going to learn one in the club?”

“Er… I play the reedpipes?”

“Oh cool!” I bounced on my toes, “I’ve never played the reedpipes before, do they sound nice? Are they hard to play? What songs do you know?”

“Uh- they’re nice, I’m not that good yet, they’re kinda hard to play, and I know a few calming songs.”

“That’s cool, let’s go sign up!”

I planted myself beside Grover and tried to copy Triton’s ‘I will end you’ smile that he used at the events, pointing the smile at the jerk that tried to cut Grover in line.

“Whatever,” The guy grumbled, stomping back and kicking Grover’s crutch on the way.

I fought really hard to keep my smile in place as I helped Grover steady himself.

“I’m fine,” Grover muttered.

“He’s a jerk,” I grumbled back.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

We went to the first club meeting of Model UN. It went fine, they just introduced what we’d be doing in the club this year.

It was kinda boring.

The first meeting of music was more fun though.

First everyone picked their instrument, then the teacher had all of us that already knew how to play our instrument demonstrate some.

I played the first song I know on the ocarina, I have it memorized so I looked good when I did it.

Grover played the reedpipes, I did my best not to show that my ears hurt.

Maybe Grover could use a little more practice… just a little…

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

The Latin teacher disappeared?

Like, he was there one day, then a new teacher in a wheelchair appeared.

My eyes narrowed on the wheelchair.

It gives me the same feeling that some of Triton’s gifts give me. That’s no ordinary wheelchair.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

I pulled my Rainbow Stone out when Grover was away for a bit.

I tossed in a drachma resisting the urge to bounce, “Oh Iris, goddess of the rainbow, please accept my offering and show me Triton, where ever he is.”

I grinned when Triton appeared.

I’ve called Triton a few times before and I recognized the backdrop as Triton’s room.

“Percy.”

“Triton! How are you?”

We talked for a while, just trading stories.

I told him about model UN and music club, Triton was pleased.

Triton told me about some of his duties, and how annoying the fish were now that I’m not there anymore. Apparently, they’ve grown fond of me.

I finally started explaining my suspicions.

I explained Grover being able to understand Carl and explained the teacher with the wheelchair that was definitely enchanted.

Triton nodded, his gaze serious.

“It doesn’t sound like a harmful being but keep an eye out. Update me when you can but be careful, if I’m right this Grover is likely empathic, and you should keep your emotions in check around him.

I nodded, what mythological being was empathic?

Oh well, Triton would tell me if it was important.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

Welp, apparently there was a robbery right near the school. The person had a gun, so all the students were locked in the classrooms.

I was in Latin when the announcement came. Mr. Brunner had all of us students put the desks in front of the door, then wedged some of his old shields in the way too.

I don’t know if they’ll help at all, but I guess it’s better than nothing.

Mr. Brunner quietly told us stories about the rise of Rome until the announcement came that it was safe to leave again.

That was scary, hopefully nothing else like that happens again.

I really want this year to be calmer.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

Apparently, a computer in the library overheated, and promptly blew up.

I didn’t know that was possible but now we’re were standing outside in the rain waiting for the fire department to clear everything.

Or everyone else was, I was trying one of Katara’s tricks, the rain was sliding away just above me!

This year was going great so far, hopefully it was just these things and nothing else…

I purposefully ignored Nancy mumbling that it’s a shame Grover made it out.

I also ignored the way that the rain around her became just a little colder, just a little harder, just a little more like sleet than rain.

That was just a coincidence, I certainly didn’t do that, Triton wouldn’t have been happy.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

Music club was going great! I’ve now mastered the first six songs in my book and I’m practicing three more.

It’s so much fun!

The first ten were fairly short, after those it would start taking a lot longer to learn them.

But for now, I’m enjoying the simple songs.

Grover was slowly improving some too so that was good. I know that some students have been mocking his reedpipes behind his back, I usually have a snappy comeback if they do it in front of me, but it’s still hard on Grover.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

Model UN is going great, I get to watch Grover argue for environmental reforms. It’s delightful.

This club seems a whole lot more interesting now.

I ended up having to go against Grover, so I promptly channeled all the knowledge I have about the pollution in the ocean and rivers and started arguing for it (I don’t enjoy going against Grover, especially on this subject).

Of course, the students get switched around, and I’m easily able to reverse my argument, it’s the side I actually stand for anyways. I’ve been cleaning the rivers in Manhattan for a while, I know loads about the negative effects of pollution, at least in water environments.

Grover does not like arguing for pollution, that was nearly as fun to watch as him tearing others apart in the against pollution argument.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

I opened my eyes.

I was deep in the ocean, a faint red glow from underwater magma spots.

I stared, I’ve of course read about them in the books Triton has given me, but I’ve never seen them before. They weren’t in the territory that Triton would bring me too.

I turned around and gasped when I saw the palace in front of me.

It’s definitely not Poseidon’s palace.

A mermaid swam towards me, glowing in the same way that Triton did, her tail more flowy than any I’ve seen before and glittering blue and silver.

She opened her mouth, her head tilted.

I woke up.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

Apparently, a student claimed they saw a guy that matched the description of a criminal. So once again the school was emptied so the police could search the grounds.

On the bright side we all got a field trip to the aquarium.

On the down side we all got a field trip to the aquarium I got expelled from before.

Hopefully that guide didn’t work there anymore.

Grover and I ended up separate from the rest of the group, it was fun, they looked at this fish, I complimented their scales, and their swimming, and their coral. It was nice to talk to fish again.

Grover laughed at me for talking to the fish, but it was friendly.

I’ve never had a human friend before.

I supposed I still haven’t, but at least now I have a land-dwelling friend.

…

Hopefully.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

I’m doing alright in math, even though the teacher sucks.

English was going to end me though.

I have to write the papers in Halmaheran first, then in English, and of course I can’t read the stupid books because they’re in English.

I wish I had audio books for the class, but noooooo.

I’m pretty sure it’s illegal for them to not help me with my disabilities. But I don’t know much about land laws.

I should probably fix that.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

Latin is fun, even if I’m suspicious of the teacher, and I was making sure to tell Triton what I notice.

We’re were having a test today though. I can do the words, I’m great at remembering the meaning of the words, but the grammar was killing me.

I lost half my points on doing the grammar wrong.

It’s annoying.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

I moved towards the palace this time, it’s not like Poseidon’s palace, from what I’d seen from a distance (a large distance).

This one is dark, carved out of the side of the trench that I’ve now realized I’m in.

But it’s still lit up.

Lantern fish swim all over, some coming near me with their sharp teeth.

I’ve never been afraid of the beings of the sea though, so I didn’t flinch back. I made sure to complement their lights, I’m not sure they could hear me.

There’s also a sea serpent this time, it’s eye focused on me.

It’s massive, easily able to circle Poseidon’s palace at least three times over.

I decided respect was for the best, and quickly did the proper twist of my hand, even if I have legs and not my tails like I would prefer, this would still show the respect that the great serpent deserves.

I made it to the entrance and, after hesitating, pushed in.

I woke up.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

I just cannot catch a break.

Some student brought a cursed item to school.

I can feel it.

Everyone else is just convinced the school was haunted.

Carl thinks it’s funny. He would.

Grover is jumping at shadows and even more nervous than usual. I’m not worried though.

I’ll know when the cursed item gets close enough, I’m good at sensing that.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

It took three weeks, but I’ve finally found the cursed item.

A stupid book.

Everyone was baffled that the ghost vanished.

I just sighed and focused on rereading the chapter in one of the books Triton gave me on Purification.

It took me a week to do it, but at last the book is curse free.

I know have to sneak it back to the owner, ugh.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

I was standing at the edge of a deep pit. I can’t even begin to see the bottom.

A burning sensation edged my senses.

“How interesting, so faint yet there. It’s slowly getting clearer…”

I frowned, “Hello?”

A low chuckle filled the area, “Hello little Half-Blood.”

“Who are you?” I called, leaning over the edge.

“You may wish to step back little Half-Blood. A fall would be dangerous.”

“You didn’t say who you were.” I replied, but I did step back.

The being chuckled again, “I am-“

I woke up.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

I’m excited, field day is here!

I’m signed up for the tug-of-war, the water sponge, and one of the running events.

It’s fun, I won the water sponge by a landslide, and my team came in second for the tug-of-war. I did alright at the running, I’m certainly not the fastest, but I have decent stamina from all the time I’ve spent swimming and running from the river to my apartment.

I didn’t do the worst, so I suppose that’s good.

Field day is actually a lot of fun, even if Grover can’t participate.

It would’ve been perfect if the field hadn’t caught fire afterwards though.

I have no idea how that happened.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

I hummed as I read through one of the more advanced books on Purification magic, this chapter talked about how to infuse items with purifying energy to keep a room clean.

It was really interesting, when Grover was gone I’d try it out.

Carl’s happy about it too, he wants a stone infused with purifying energy in his tank.

I was beginning to wonder if Carl even wants to be turned back human again, Carl seems to like being a fish.

It’s weird.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

Grover and I are working on our speech for Model UN, we’re were arguing for environmental reform.

Shocking.

I’m pretty confident in our ability to do this. Grover is really well informed on land pollution, and I have first-hand experience with sea pollution.

I even managed to get Triton to tell me about dealing with oil spills and stuff to help!

We’re gonna kill it.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

I glared at the palace in front of me.

Am I gonna wake up the moment I get close again?

I just want to see what’s inside.

It’s strange though, only some of the fish and beings around seem to actually see me.

I sighed and started moving towards the palace again.

This time I got inside! I looked around in awe.

“Well, it appears I have an uninvited guest.”

I turned to see a merman with almost glowing blue hair, and sharp sea green eyes. His tail a deep green with flowy glowing blue on it.

It kinda reminds me of my tail, but his was greener and has specks of blue in the scales too. And it’s not quite as flowy.

The Merman studied me in turn, “And what is your name little Half-Blood?”

“I’m Percy-“

I woke up.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

I’m getting really annoyed this year.

Other years normally have one big disaster that end in my expulsion, this year though, it seems as if the universe just wants to make me suffer slowly.

The Principal had a heart attack.

And I was in the room with him when it happened.

Only I was in the room when it happened.

I did try to help with healing water, but I’m not good enough at that to heal others like Katara. It just hasn’t been a focus of mine with all my work on Purification.

Plus, I don’t have anyone to practice on.

I got a teacher but I still had to explain the symptoms to the emergency responders.

Next thing you know the schools gonna have a pandemic, honestly.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

So, the school had a Pandemic.

A flu pandemic to be precise.

Nearly everyone’s gotten sick at this point.

Grover, Mr. Brunner, me, and a handful of other students are the only ones holding strong.

On the bright side it meant we don’t have to attend class for a few days while the teachers recover.

On the downside everyone has makeup work, and also, I’m was stuck inside with Grover.

Now don’t get me wrong, Grover is a great friend! We hang out a bunch and agree on a lot of stuff and I keep the bullies off his back.

But I can’t call Triton with Grover there, or practice my waterbending, or my Purification magic.

I’m bored.

The flu pandemic just can’t end quickly enough.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

I’m at the edge of the pit again.

“Welcome back little Half-Blood.”

“My name is Percy, not little Half-Blood.”

The voice hummed, I think it’s a guy but I’m not sure.

“Well then little Percy,”

The voice is totally just trying to annoy me.

“Where do you live?” It finished.

Faint whispers reached me, I can only pick out a few odd words, something about disgusting and mortal? He heard a faint whisper of clearer, and last time?

I wonder what that was about. They sounded like multiple voices now, I don’t know who they are.

“I’m not supposed to give my location to dream strangers Mr. Pit Voice, my mom said so.”

And why does the voice want to know where I live anyways? That seems creepy.

The voice chuckled again, I swear I that heard some snickers beneath it too.

“A fair point little Percy, very well then. What-“

I woke up.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

I’m working on my present for Triton for the winter solstice.

I maybe kinda might be sulking about missing the equinox.

I did manage to get my hands on some pearls (the normal kind) while I was in the ocean over the summer. Now I’m trying to make Triton an arm band to go with the ones he normally wears.

They’re basically part of his crown (they show his station and the carvings show how significant he is). Most sea beings with any kind of rank have them. They’re valuable.

I don’t have any mind you, but I’m technically of land. And family is supposed to give them. Hopefully Triton doesn’t take me making him one as an insult.

Thankfully I don’t need to do complicated carvings, I managed to get nice wire from the art room, I was carefully shaping it into some runes shapes, then I’m gonna (very carefully and did a lot of practice before doing it) carve careful strengthening and color changing runes in.

I only have like a dozen runes mastered to the point that I can safely use them, two preservation ones, two color changing ones, three peace inducing ones, two purifying ones and then the new ones, three strengthening ones.

Runes are a lot harder to master than people think.

I’ll add the pearls last, the order and colors are important too.

And of course, I have to make my other friends something too.

Oh, and Grover, I figure I can make a wood carving of a tree for Grover, I’ve already gotten the wood too.

I’m planning on doing some fancy shell and pearl necklaces for Samoa and Elei, colors matching to their scales of course. I’m still trying to figure out how to infuse them with gentle purifying energy, it’s a work in progress.

For Masina I found a really nice spiral shell and I’m infusing it with purifying energy, using a rune base to help hold it.

For Fetu and Lagi I’m painting some cool rocks I found, I’m also planning on infusing them with purifying energy.

So, sue me, I’m running low on gift ideas. And I’m not super close to them, we only see each other every now and then.

I still don’t know what they might like as a present.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

I’m standing in a hall, looking around I realized I’m back in the undersea trench. I peered out the window to see the lantern fish swimming around.

Well at least this time I don’t have to make my way into the palace.

I turned to try and find my way through.

Wandering around I stared in awe at the sparkling inner walls of the palace.

For all that the outside is dark and scary, the inside is bright with glowing walls and misty effects at the ceiling.

The patterns on the floor are cool too.

“I see you’re back little half-blood.”

I whipped around to see the merman from last time there again.

I noted more details this time, like the bands around the merman’s arm.

…

OH

I quickly twisted my hand into the proper show of respect, this was… this was…

“What are you doing in my palace little half-blood?”

I bit my lip, “I didn’t mean too, I went to sleep and ended up here.”

The merman hummed, “Prophetic dreaming then? Interesting…”

Going here without permission could end badly.

“I’m sorry for intruding.”

The merman’s eyes gleamed, “I sense my power on you, you’ve interacted with something of mine.”

I frowned, I have no idea what he’s was talking about. But maybe he’s…

“What’s your name again little Half-Blood? I didn’t quite catch it last time.”

“I’m-“ It feels like I’m drifting, but leaving without answering wouldn’t be smart, “I’m Percy Ja-“

I left Oceanus’s Palace and woke up.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

I’m back home for winter break, I finally get to see my mom again (I missed her a lot), and ignore Gabe. The best thing though, I get to see Triton in person again at last!

I couldn’t help wondering at my dreams though, apparently prophetic visions? That’s what Oceanus said.

I got to meet Oceanus, my probable dad. He even made a comment about sensing something of his, maybe he just didn’t realize it was me?

I’m honestly almost giddy.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

I traded gifts with Triton first, giving Triton the arm-band I made, Triton thanked me for it. He didn’t seem insulted, but he ducked his head so I couldn’t really see his face.

He seemed pleased when he left though, so I’m satisfied.

In return Triton gave me a knife. It was made of Abyssal Platinum, found in deepest parts of the ocean trenches. It’s a valuable material, rare but highly coveted in ocean warfare.

The knife is small, but would do damage, it’s hilt is coated in sea serpent scales. And wrapped in Kraken leather.

It’s amazing.

I love it so much. I’ll make sure to keep it in perfect condition. It’s worth a lot more than my partially Celestial Bronze trident.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

I traded gifts with my friends, I left my gift for Grover with him before I left, and now gave my merfriends their gifts.

Somoa gave me a shell that played the sounds of the sea, since they knew that my teacher went on land a lot.

That way I could always have a bit of the ocean with me.

Elei gave me some armor for my chest, interlocking plates that were apparently made of sea serpent scales.

It’s really pretty, I’m definitely going to treasure it.

Masina got me a stone that would still the waters if I tossed it. It would be useful for low level storms and the like, but apparently it wouldn’t work for much else yet. They were still improving the technique.

Fetu got me a book on the Siren’s Song, he apparently found out I was working on it. It was a rarer one from his parents library. I’m really looking forward to reading it.

Lagi got me the start of a healing kit. I really need to work on my healing more, but Purification is so interesting, and so’s Siren’s Song. I just haven’t had time for it.

I’ll have to try to make time.

Overall, it’s been a great Solstice.

Of course, that’s when the Ocean erupted into a storm.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

I was back on shore quickly thanks to Triton, he told me to go home and stay there while Triton finds out what happened.

It took a week for Triton to get back to me. And even then, he didn’t appear himself, or Iris message.

He sent one of his most discreet messengers, a seagull that was exceptionally good at avoiding attention.

Apparently, Poseidon was being accused of a theft, a really major one.

It could mean war.

I’m supposed to lay low. Iris messages couldn’t be trusted until the situation calmed down.

Triton would contact me when it did.

Until then I’m to act as if nothing happened.

OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

I went back to Yancey Academy and pretended that I wasn’t sick with worry.

I acted like nothing was wrong, nothing at all.

We got a new teacher, Ms. Dodds.

I have a really bad feeling about the rest of the year.

#percy jackson #powerful percy #pjo #pjo aus #pjo fanfic #pjo fanfiction #percy jackson fanfiction #percy figures out how to control water young #waterbender percy #percy calls himself a waterbender #triton #Grover underwood #grover #mr. brunner #chiron #percy's merfriends #avatar: the legend of percy #avatar fan percy #Avatar the legend of percy

[loloisafangirl]

hey uh kind of a weird question but im a new blog and im just trying to figure some stuff out. anyway i wanted to ask when u started ur blog and how long it took u to get where u r now. congrats on everything btw! i love ur stuff!!!!!!

Hey!!!! Of course!!

I started my blog a year and a half ago ish, just a few weeks (or months, it’s kinda blurry) before I started my first fanfic. It’s always been greek mythology but I was a little more into the pjo side back then lol. So yee, it’s taken about a year and a half to get here, so it’s not exactly a steep incline to success hahaha. (But btw thank u for 2500!). And this doesn’t really relate completely to ur question, but a few people have asked me for some tips and stuff so I’ll use this oppurtunity to share them haha:

-pick a profile pic and username and stick to it! If you feel the need to change them, always make sure one stays the same for a few weeks until everyone knows it’s you and then you can make the full change. If you’re trying to get big, specifically on a certain tag, you need to make sure the people that frequent that tag recognize you, and keeping the same profile pic and username is the best strategy for that. I’d say that keeping ur username is more important than ur profile pic, though

-use tags. Lotsssss of tags. Tbh as long as it applies, I’ll use it. Whenever I make chat posts I almost always have the gods from classical myths in mind and I consider myself a classical Greek myth blog (obviously not a serious one lol), but if I find it can match pjo’s interpretation I’ll tag that and same for lore Olympus. Obviously, if the post shows Apollo in a good light, I’m not going to tag lore Olympus. For some people that isn’t really their style, but tbh I don’t think me liking pjo and lore Olympus takes away from my knowledge of actual Greek myth so it doesn’t bother me. This can be applied for poetry blogs (i.g “writing” “authors” and other tags that are typically just used for novel-style writing) and a whole lot of others.

-this has many exceptions, but limit your reblogs. Especially posts that don’t have anything to do with your blog. Like if I go onto your blog thinking it’s greek mythology and every other post is political or from some other ‘fandom’ (is Greek mythology a fandom???? I guess if we separate it from the religious part??? I mean we act like one but it’s still weird to call it that hdjdjd) I’m prolly not going to follow you. And that’s not just reblogs I suppose: stick to your theme, even if it’s original content.

-be nice!!!!!! I mean obviously getting big shouldn’t be the only reason you’re being nice lol, but unless the whole point of ur blog is being edgy people are gonna take one look at you being rude to an anon and turn away. Also, just don’t be mean in general we learned this in first grade people

-don’t be afraid to mix up ur content!! Some ppl don’t know this, but a lot of my earlier content was shit like “modern day Greek gods” “Greek gods as people” and all that poetic aesthetic shit and some of those are my biggest posts so yee

-unless ur a political blog, I don’t wanna see political shit. periodt

-don’t follow any of this advice tbh I’m stoopid

-be you!!!!!!! ew that sounds like some basic white girl shit but I am, in fact, a basic white girl so. There have been a lot of times where I’ll post something and someone doesn’t agree with it, and while I’ll always take their opinion into consideration, if I truly like that idea or that post I’m going to keep it/keep doing it. (Unless obviously I accidentally said smth offensive). I find a lot of times more classical blogs get pissed under my hades/Persephone posts and I’m just like homie. you want me to ship hades and poseidon???? Cuz that’s my next option shut ur trap

-my stomach hurts :(((

-if ur under 18, don’t say ur age. I have learned my lesson some of y’all need Jesus god bles

-don’t be afraid to ask questions!!!!!! Not only does this get you Educated™️, but people will know you! I have annoyed so many ppl with questions it’s become a hobby of mine. My go to is @clasassist, but if you’re also a Greek mythology blog then some other good ones are @my-name-is-apollo @ellakay69 @not-so-nerdyy and prolly a lot of other ones I’m forgetting.

So yeah!!! I hope some of this helps!! And thank you btw, good luck!!!!!

(And also sorry for ranting bdjdjdjf)

#no one: #me: *answers asks with whole ass essays* #so sorry yall #i apollogize #hahahahahahha #get it #ok #asks #blogs #advice™️

[mysterious-prophetess]

Wonder Woman 84

Days ago I did a two-part Spoiler-Free review of this movie x, xx

My conclusions from that spoiler free review were it was a very mixed bag of a movie and that, ultimately, I did like it but I could see why people might dislike it. 

Now with a read more coming, I will get into spoiler territory because I’ve given the movie a few days to sink in. 

If you don’t want to get spoiled, click away.

Warning: What follows are personal opinions. You are free to disagree, these are just my thoughts and feelings.

Ok. The emotional parts, I liked. This movie had a very good handle on its emotional scenes. 

Actions scenes-they varied in quality for me. The bad CGI everyone is citing is in fact the reason for this for me as well.

The pacing. That’s where I ding this movie the most.

It. was. too. damn. long. and. slow. It was also horribly uneven. 

This script could and should have been pared down to two hours at MOST. 

We didn’t need the opening to be Ancient Themyscira. We could have had that bit as a flashback later with Diana getting it as some sort of revelation of “cheating for what you want isn’t right” And that Ancient Themyscira bit could have been pared down to make a better flashback or a story Diana could have told Steve once she finally gets the message of the film: Truth over Lies. 

The message of the film was also HAMMERED over our heads with how they went about it with that opening. 

Also those competitors’ costumes are terrible. That fabric looks like the fabric they used to make plush dinosaurs from when I was a kid. 

Just no. Their leather garb or have them wear pants like that of the culture the Ancient Greeks likely based the mythological Amazons on. 

Jumpsuits--Just don’t. 

I honestly have a whole bunch of stream of consciousness notes on how much I hate those jumpsuits but that’s a side-tangent rant. 

Costume quality for the non-modern clothes seems to have taken a hit or they spent all the non-modern clothing costume money on that gold armor. 

Speaking of bad, I have to touch on the CGI again in regards to Cheetah. 

Oh, honey, what did they do to you? I don’t even LIKE you as a villain and that design made me sad. 

So, I will now address the elephant in the room that I see being talked about EVERYWHERE: Diana and Steven having sex with Steven in that man’s body. 

I found it icky because this ran through my head at Diana “you don’t know where that man’s been, you don’t know that man’s name, and you don’t have that man’s permission.” 

I just don’t get why that was even part of the plot? 

The Monkey’s Paw was already draining Diana’s powers. 

They didn’t need to add the extra caveat of Steve possessing some guy’s body.

And that, more than the sex, was why I was pissed at Diana’s choices in this movie. 

She was STEALING A MAN’S LIFE FOR HER OWN DESIRES. This character-not even given a name in the credits beyond “Handsome Man” deserved his own chance at a life. Diana refusing to renounce was her being ok with essentially sacrificing this man for her own happiness.

That was not ok. That was never ok. That wasn’t something Diana should have even thought was ok. I get that it’s showing her having her own decisions and how some of those are selfish and don’t turn out well but....we kinda got that in WW? She selfishly ran-off to try to kill the man she thought was “Ares” (Ludendorf I think his name was?) and it didn’t work out too well. 

I just think this was a good angle to take, showing that even Diana can be selfish, but that this was a sloppy execution. 

I think that a dangerous wish stone was not a good plot for a WW movie. 

Some other godly artifact might have worked better, especially for the 80′s. Maybe, the Hammer of Hephaestus and its problem could have been in how it improved weapons or something if it HAD to be a MacGuffin centered plot.  I know a more mystical magical plot does fit with a demi-goddess but it just didn’t feel like this plot was all that Wonder Woman like. 

That villain, has the name of Maxwell Lord but he is not Maxwell Lord. 

That said, he is sympathetic. There were times it seemed like they were trying too hard to make him someone to feel bad for, but on the other hand it worked. I did feel bad for him and wanted his kid to have his dad in the end.

Cheetah felt like an after thought and them trying their own version of a character like Amazing Spider-Man 2′s Electro. The overly clingy person who gets upset. 

I get what they were doing with her in the film. Showing how power can corrupt and what she traded away was how personable she was and how kind she could be despite the world ignoring her and treating her badly. There was just something about how they handled her characterization that just didn’t sit well with me and just didn’t feel like it 100% worked.

And That’s really why I say this film’s a mixed bag. For every one thing I liked: the armor, Asteria, Steve’s awe at modern planes and space vehicles, the emotional moments, and even showing Diana having the ability to make a plane invisible as a nice wink and a nod to Wonder Woman’s invisible plane from the show, there were other moments that I didn’t like. See above. Then there were moments I was “meh” on and moments I did roll my eyes at. See the “hammered over the head” comment in regards to the Themyscira opening in regards to the main lesson of the film and even some of the cornier bits in that “saving the day” opening. 

So, I stand by saying I liked Wonder Woman 84, but I also liked Batman v Superman, the other infamously flawed and overly long DCEU film. I even could enjoy Suicide Squad and all its Mid 2000′s Hot Topic-ness (but could not enjoy Harley Quinn). 

What I’m trying to get at is, I like it but I can fully acknowledge that there are parts of this film that just are bad. Bad enough to drag those parts I really like down a little. 

#ww84 spoilers #wonder woman 84 spoilers #ww84 #wonder woman 84 #personal thoughts

[stone-man-warrior]

January 2, 2021: 12:43 pm:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Annuit_c%C5%93ptis

Euclid shows up....

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Euclid

“Use this!” he says:

The error was his concern for the triangle, it”s a Triangular Prism that we need to be concerned with, however, a Conical Prism is equally, perhaps more worrisome, than the Triangular one, if left in control of Religious Terror Witches & Warlocks.

That is what the sword Euclid brought, is for. To take the head off of those pesky prisms.

Take a whack at the Conical Prism, or a Triangular One, thusly, to remove the top, so you are able to have a look at the section that becomes apparent only when a conical prism is sliced by the Ell of a sword. Then, you get to see a Conical Ellipse. There is no other way to do the math on that, in order to obtain the illusive Conical Ellipse, requires that you first obtain a Cone with which to work, a Sword with which to cut, and take a swing at the Cone, to produce an Ell, in order to see the illusive ellipse. Any pointy witch hat will do.

You, are the Sword. The Ell is the slice.

The swing, is the throw, before the toss.

Take a few more whacks at it...

We have to turn it upside down and backwards to see what gender it is, Witch, or Warlock?

Keep whacking!

Google Search for: “Conical Ellipse” to learn more...

Hmmmmmm......

The thing I am looking for is not here.... where is the real ellipse at?

What have they done with the Ellipse?

Where, has it gone  to?

I don’t see it.

Gone.

?

The thing I am looking for is a lopsided oval sort of squished egg shaped ellipse... the kind I remember from school.

Google is hiding it.

The only way to get one, is to slice cone on a angle, horizontally.

Like so:

The problem here, is Google is only showing us a equilateral ellipse, when the magic we want, is a lopsided, non-equate ellipse.

They only are showing askewed lopsided non-equate ellipses in such a way as to provide illusion that the non-eguate variety of ellipse is presented, as an equate, mirror-image-flip-flop-backwards rendition of a rounded off pointy hat setting on a reflective surface, to ponder over, thusly, as we are doing at this juncture right here on this post entry on Tumblr.

Think about that slice. Think about that cone. You should see, in your mind’s eye, that the resulting elliptical shape should have a fat side, and a thin side at the ends where the turn-a-round takes place.

But Google refuses to show you that, they can’t survive smart people who can think, that’s why they won’t show the non-equate ellipse, by which there just one way to obtain, and that is, to cut the top off of a pointy hat on a horizontal angle.

They show this Seventh Day Adventist lesson, to teach the same idea, with a twist and a kink, at church:

Start Whackin‘!

You, are the sword. The Ell is the slice.

The swing, is the throw, before the toss.

You need this Honing Stone:

And some Honing Oil:

With those, to sharpening the Sword of your Mind’s Eye. you are ready and prepared to use this properly and effectively:

They stole my Cracker Jack’s Secret Decoder Ring, so, I have to make do, with the tools I have available, like this Chex’s Decoder. That one works good for World Trade Central terror decoding.

You will gain skills necessary to use this more effectively also:

That is the Real McCoy. Cracker Jack’s Secret Agent Whistle. Get one and use it.

These are indefensible:

no... these are indispensable!

(in-disposable? We are not pawns, not playthings, not blow-up toys, not inflatable mattresses)

(see, that is an example of Google controlled religion terror cult changing my words I write. I have to do edits to correct what they change, they change more while I correct that.)

Your Name Here

Think.

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2:55 pm:

This whole Tumblr entry explains the reason why Walmart chose “Equate” for their name brand generic hygiene and first-aid products.

It’s a heavily guarded secret at the Walmart Pharmacy Department, and like women, it’s a complex thing to try to explain,

“Lucy! You got some splainin‘ to do!”

(Cuban Russian Missal Crisis shows up on Decoder Ring RADAR)

“I know what you’re thinkin‘... ‘did he fire six shots, or only five?’ Well, in all the confusion, I kinda lost track myself, but bein‘ that this is a forty-four magnum, and could blow your head clean off.... you gotta ask yourself...

... ‘do I feel lucky?’

Well, do ya... punk?”

Get the name brand, and don‘t fuck around with that three day bullshit, get the one-day cure.

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“The crux of the bisquet, lies with the apostrophe”

(MK Ulta Lesson from the 1970′s in Los Angeles County.)

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3:31 pm:

Why are there buckles on a Witches Hat?

Why are there buckles on the shoes of a Pilgrim?

Factoid: Witches are only found in places where Christians are looking, so, Christians and Witches are not mutually exclusive. Only little, is spoken or written about Warlocks and where they are found. The result is non-equate spelling errors in the Text, and Tongue, of The Words, for lack of equal representation among Witches and Warlocks where they are found in Tongue and Text.

(”Tongue in Cheek” old saying English Cliche’ shows up on Decoder Ring RADAR)

Why are Santa’s helpers called “Elves”? Do the math, make the cut, swing the sword, see the result, turn it upside, and backwards, apply to History of the Sword, History of Christian Crusades, History of The Vatican Choir, Polyphony, and Soprano’s with emphasis on non-equate representation between Witches and Warlocks where they are found in Text and Tongue.

(Tongue In Groove shows up on Decoder Ring RADAR, under “Jesus was a Carpenter” and, “Long Playing ‘LP’ Vinyl 33 and 1/3 RPM Album, Recordings)

“Elves” (apply a sword) = El + V’s = LV’s = Las Vegas = Lost Wages = “Lost my Ass” = “Where is my Jack-Ass?” = Pornhub = “The View”, a show by women, for women.

(“Ellen” TV Show shows up on Decoder Ring RADAR)

Scroll the bottom to watch off of Google RADAR within this post entry, and for more in depth explanation about this Fleetwood Mac performance on the Ellen Show:

[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VElI89y_-QI ] --------------------------------------------------------------------

Elves = Santa’s Helpers. But you have to turn it around backwards, and upside down, to see what gender it is.

“Elves” = El V’s = L V’s = The V’s = The Five....

Hmmm....

Elves = L V’s = The Vatican’s. (this goes on forever into the Russian Mother of all Hoaxes, you could keep doing math eternally, but without a cone, and a sword to start with, there is no way to see that the math is not equal when the Ell is applied with the sword on the cone. Google tries desperately to hide the non-equate ellipse. (see Japanese Pornography to learn more about suppression of non-equate ellipses in favor of more equate ones.)

Ellipse = E + L Lips (phonetically) = “Power God Lips” = (play the turn-a-round) “God’s Power Lips” = “non-equate horizontally askew conical section”

(fast-forward to Cancer) Apply “Cone Cervical Slice” for Russian Fractal View considerations.

It’s not possible to stop Christian Cult Global terror without getting dirty while doing so.

You must turn the Gain Knob to full maximum on your Guitar, Axman’s (Ax-Person’s) Rig. Even then, you are going to need an Ibanez Tube Screamer Effect Peddle, even if you already have a Marshall Plexi 100 Watt Head with 1960, AND 1960A Slant, speaker cabinets loaded with Celestian Greenbacks.

If you cannot obtain the Ibanez, there are many high gain effect peddles to choose from, but make sure you start with a search for the Ibanez Tube Screamer, so that you have the necessary Samurai training for using a Sword to produce an Ell, to make the cut, that will expose the Dirty Little Secret of the Vatican, Google, and Rock & Roll. Steer clear of the Russian Pickle.

The Wicken must begin Whakin‘, but definition of “Wicken” seems to be a guarded secret, while the Wicken are left unguarded.

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4:22 pm:

Pope’s Guitar Rig, sans straight 1960 4 x12 Celestian, High Gain Attack Rig:

(photo provided by Jim Dunlop Archive Museum)

Pope’s Guitar (Axe). 1958 Gibson Flying V (Epiphone Reasonable Facsimile Thereof is shown)

Pope’s Kapo. Secret weapon when traveling in the Holy See. Land Shark Kapo, for taking off the top three percent or so, at the neck.

Pope uses well equipped effect peddle board, is customizable, interchangeable per task requirements, and is disguised as regular, normal guitar player’s effects board, works good, not over the top, or too crowded.

Pope Hunts for these:

He uses Greek Mythology to lure and control them, like Neptune’s Harem, all are kept in line with a Pointy Trident.

(Brass section of Horns not shown. See Ronnie James Dio, or, Mike Bloomberg to learn more about the Horn Section)

Pope takes a Bow at the close of each show, with a new collection of Surfers.

(I see a “One-Wing Dove” right there, what do you see? “Sings a song... sounds like he’s singing... ooohhh... baby.... oohh... ohh”)

More secret weapon. That thing makes sure no one will copy-cat the Pope’s Unique Tonality and Gain, difficult to reproduce once the Pope is done making adjustments with a lot of help and Guidance from Amp Guru. Symbolically, that Variac is the equivalence of all of the Power Company Lineman who work for Rocky Mountain Power Corporation, and the five Power Utility Sub-Panels that extend from their. Think of them as “The Pope’s Shoe Horn, Brass Sexion”. (One-Hour Martinizer uses a “Symposium” for that same idea as the Variac when the Pope needs to make Tuning adjustments in the neighborhood.)

Think of all of that, as “Allah and the Virgins, Live at Red Rocks, featuring Joe Bonamassa as the opening act, with a cameo by Amos Moses, the Little Brother of the Pope’s Flying V.

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This one, is mine.

The Rudolph Shenker Signature Model, by Gibson.

The bastards won‘t let me play anymore.

I learned the hard way, so you don‘t have to.

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5:01 pm:

Top Hats.

“With Four Knobs, You Get Les Paul”

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Ave Maria:

You hear a piano and a singer.

Think: The Pope is so good at what he does, that is actually the Jim Dunlop, shredding out a cover of AC/DC’s “For Those About to Rock”, after all the Hokus Pokus is applied, and Stevie Nick’s Backup Singers do the Lead Vocals, walk all over her, like they think they are Egyptians or some shit.

6:01 pm:

Here, on Ellen, at the end, at the 5:00 mark.

Ellen mentions that there are two new Fleetwood Mac Members.

Stevie Nicks introduces them, unexcitedly, kinda mechanical introduction. looks like to me.

Ellen says everyone in the studio audience is going to be given complimentary tickets to upcoming Fleetwood Mac Shows.

Stevie says “the next live show is in first week of October, details sound sketchy at best, not too sure, have to check the calendar of events, to make sure” sort of, loosely translated.

The Ellen Show Video was posted to YouTube one year and four days after the Mandalay Bay Concert 91 Las Vegas Shooting. Has a “Anniversary” vibe going on.

Those two new guys that were introduced, seem to represent “January and February Secret Knowledge about the raping and theft of the Old Ten Month Calendar” that no one knows about. I see them as two “Blood Moons”, stuck at the end of that Old Calendar, rather than the beginning where they really were introduced as a cover operation 2021 years ago, this week when the Christians seem to have initialized the Pirating they are still doing currently.

Questions:

“When was the airing of this Ellen episode?”

“What was the actual film date at the sound stage studio w/live audience?”

The Ellen episode has “Time Warp Terror” qualities. I suggest that the episode aired a year after it was filmed in studio. I suggest that Ellen knows everything there is to know about Mandalay Bay and Concert 91 “shooting” event in Las Vegas on October 1, 2017. I suggest that the studio audience participated in some way at the Concert 91 October 1 2017 event in Las Vegas.

I suggest that Ellen Degenerous is located at 535 Jackpine Drive Grants Pass Oregon 97526 right now, at the Janice Freeberg residence, as I write this Tumblr entry today, January 2, 2021. I suspect Ellen is portraying Janice Freeberg to fool federal officers assigned to Jackpine activity.

I’ve seen Ellen Degenerous at the Freeberg’s before, driving Janice’s Ford F-250 crew cab diesel pick-up truck, white, old, worn out truck.

This video goes deep into a rabbit hole of danger. I smell Agent Rabner, who I think is a Medford FBI officer, associated with the cover up of Las Vegas Concert 91 fake shooting, all done here in Grants Pass Oregon, where the event fake shooting was rehearsed throughout the city and county area.

If Rabner, then also the Veterans Administration Facility on HWY 62, Crater Lake HWY somewhere near Medford, or White City Oregon, is involved. Where Rabner goes, so goes that place.

“Degenerous” = “When you use a xerox machine to copy an original, then, use the copy to make another copy, of the copy, of the original, then use the copy of the copy to make a copy of the copy of the copy of the original.... etc, and so on... eternally, until the original is no longer recognizable in the forthcoming barrage of stacked copies = Degenerous”.

“Ellen” = “El en” = “The en‘ “ =  “The End” = “God’s End” = Eternity.

God’s End = “Total Anal eye eh? shun” (Canadian Dialect Vatican Speak, w/Celestian Greenback’s x four, or combination of any Greenback’s w/Creamback Celestian speakers, Open Back Cabinet specification produces less punchy bass, at high volume levels, w/parallel vs serial wiring options available, so, Ann Wilson is also nearby, or not far up the command chain from Ellen, for real, right now. Also, open back specs produces maximum diaphragm travel at the drivers in two directions from center due to absence of internal back pressure. [see positive crank case ventilation, internal combustion motors, PCV Valve, about 3lb’s. pressure is nominal for that] with addition of phase shift, the Ellen becomes a binary event that can go in unpredictable directions, extreme danger, caution advised)

Also, the introduction of “Two new guys” at the “5:00 Mark” is notable that “Five Minutes” is Universally understood in all languages globally that “Someone is going to get fucked, a quickie”.

Those new guys might be in deep yogurt there.

Universal Studios already hijacked and stole all of the “Universally Understood Languages”, so, that further supports what I already have been saying that NBC, Universal, Comcast, are the producers, engineers, actors, murderers.... “terror army giant size cell”... who are responsible for carrying out the Concert 91 attack, one that gained hospitals and enormous casinos for the terror army’s addition to their SAG collection of spoils of war, and more, w/Bonus of Lot’s of Souls to add to the Pope’s ever growing collection of those.

More:

Here, at US Festival (I was there too), at 8:00 mark, Stevie begins to go out into the audience, a place she does not go often, there are some security, very young “edge of seventeen“ looking fellows, who form a “Football Defense Line”. Stevie plays either as Center, or as Quarter Back, maybe as both symbolically. She is protected, by a symbolic advance towards her, as she is “holding her ground“ there, on “the shoulders of edge of seventeen”.

You could say stuff, and keep on saying for a long time about small details of what happened, not only in the audience, but also as she sort of “Bunny Hops” her way to the edge of the stage where she motions that she wants go out there. She is wearing tall heals, yet is firm on her feet while hopping from the levels of the stage. There is a lot of “Russian Whore Meets Markus” story telling going on, Stevie appears to me as a captive slave to the British Entertainment industry.

I rarely defend any entertainers, but I see the Stevie Nicks is extraordinary in a number of ways, as is Ozzy Osbourne, but the two are nothing alike one another, they both seem as slaves to me. Ozzy, was punished for whatever it was that pissed off his captors when they gave the “Prince of Darkness” a TV show, cameras everywhere in his house, millions of people watching. So much for Darkness, eh?

So, I want to suggest that Stevie is a slave, she is forced to sing the songs where the terror messages are built into for Fleetwood Mac as a Pirate Ships Captain giving musical orders to terror soldiers in the field.

I don‘t have an opinion about the other band members, other than knowing that many of the famous guitarists are trained by the Vatican at the Choir, so that is something to consider.

There in that photo above, Stevie stands on a speaker cabinet, seems to use it as a “Soap Box”.

It’s more than likely that I am just a sucker, am wrong, being fooled with Hokus Pokus, but that does not change the focus.

“The clouds never expect it when it rains But the sea changes colours But the sea does not change So with the slow, graceful flow of age I went forth with an age old desire to please On the edge of seventeen”

The See, does not change.

“The Pope’s change from time to time, but the Jim Dunlop, is always the Jim Dunlop.” ~self quoted.

Online lyrics for that song say:

“Just like the White Wing Dove”

I hear:

“Just like a One Wing Dove”, and I always have heard it like that.

An injured dove, caged, maimed, can‘t fly, is crying, everyone thinks the bird is singing.... “Ohhh , baby, ohh, ohhh”

That is more reason I feel she is a victim.

I am not a huge fan of Fleetwood Mac, I do like the music, but had I been a huge fan, I would have seen these signals long ago, maybe I did see and write about it the same way before, it all seems so:

“Hauntingly familiar”

There is no one watching the baby, so: ♪♫ “none of this matters” ♪♫

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8:14 pm:

The Jim Dunlop, Cry Baby Wah.

Think of it as Chum, made of babies, and souled by the Ron Popeil, as seen on TV, on the Jimmy Swaggart 700 Club.

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8:41 pm:

Edge of Seventeen has a lot going on in the lyric and live presentation, no one has ever survive long enough after knowing what it’s about to find any help to stop the madness. The song is about a three percent taking of victims at a venue, any venue where people gather, are drawn to in numbers.

There is a place in the song where “Suddenly. there was no one left standing in the hall”. That is the taking at the concert, Dio style, with a Bloomberg twist.

This part here quoted below, is the result of the Three Percent Taking of victims, where three percent of the audience was killed, their ID’s processed, look-a-like replacements take their place in life at the homes of the victims, and the Vote for SAG Shills on ballots, which is the whole point of why so many people are being slaughtered.

This part in the song is heavy on the back-up singers in duplicated harmonizing delay/echo sort of back up repetition, and is the orders from On-High at Trudeau/ Ann Wilson terror command HQ in Hollywood/Quebec. The duplicated back-up singers who follow Stevie’s lead vocal, are the replacements, symbolically, and are going to be Voting, at the Landslide that follows the Edge of Seventeen. All of the information necessary to stop that from occurring is here on this account... there is enough information here to stop 90% of all of the terrorism on Earth if there were some Global Security persons who are willing and prepared to apply the information towards ending terror, and beginning peaceful existence.

“Well I hear you in the morning And I hear you at nightfall Sometimes to be near you Is to be unable to feel you, my love I'm a few years older than you (I'm a few years older than you) my love”

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9:03 pm:

Why is it called a “Landslide” if a candidate wins an election due to overwhelming popularity?

Because the news media needed a workable label for talking about elections covertly within a news story about a mudslide after a rain, or other Tectonic Plate sized terror controlled earth moving done by terror soldiers who get their marching orders from newsmedia about voting orders, details, updates.

Because Landslide is a earthly word, so is is terra cotta, it’s all about terrain, ground, mud, green grass, when the high tides allow access to hard to reach ports of entry, at the voting booth where the landslide is indeed the county side slipping away one family at a time.

So again, Fleetwood Mac demonstrates their place in the terror command Chain.

We need to find out if Stevie Nicks is a scapegoat set up to take a fall in event of terror meltdown, or, if she is just another terrorist bitch killing US Citizens.

Make her wear a pointy hat, tell her Euclid is here, wants to talk to her about ellipses, Top Hats, Flying V’s, and stacks of Marshall’s... bring a sword. see if she wears the hat, or starts to sing.

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9:45 pm:

Local Update:

It’s quiet and drizzly outside, is warmer than has been in some time.

A walk to the mailbox presented my DMV Registration tags I sent for last October. I was sent an 8 and 1/2 x 11 inch peice of paper to tape onto the car in lieu of the real tags, and an explanation that Oregon ran out of tags to send to those who had re-registered their cars, and, that due to COVID, all of the DMV offices are closed down indefinitely. So, that is good news, I don‘t have to be concerned about the Paper Police telling me I taped the paper in the wrong place, however, they will find some other thing to terrorize me with, that is why the tags showed up.

Electric bill came today, I will be needing to mortgage the house to pay it.

My vision is very poor today, and more than once I felt as though I was going to fall over due to vertigo. There are solid particles in my eyes again, but I have not encountered anyone today to my recollection that could have put the glass dust in my eyes.

That Dietrick trash can has the lid on it now, but the can is still there.

There are unusual lighting conditions all around the area with lighting on the houses in places that I don‘t recall seeing lights on before, since all of that is terror communication, it’s something I try to look at, if only to determine normal from abnormal.

Unusual interior lights at Monroe Offensive Surveillance Travel Trailer at the entry.

At Myers, I can see that yard from where my car is parked. It’s not terrebly unusual to see literally every light in every room at the house all lit up at once for days or weeks in a row. Tonight there is a Half of all of the lights in the house” turned on. Terror SDA will turn on many lights at their homes making illusion that they are there, when reality is that they are out on attack. That condition is done a lot here, so that when take a walk and see that so many lights are on somewhere, I just assume that the people are there, and are not sneaking up behind me with a sword, only to find that there is someone sneaking up behind me with a sword while I am taking a walk to the mail.

A single solitary bright light bulb at Myers that is visible in a window from the road tells me things are abnormal there at Myers.

That green lightbulb at the roadside at Freebergs tells me things are unusual at Freebergs. Had there been a string of wadded up blue lights at the roadside in a bush and on, that would be normal.

There are some very unusual lighting happening on the hillside to the east at the top of the hill. Lots of bright house lights up there, not holiday lights, but looks like internal lights in the windows at places that don‘t normally have any lights on at all. normal would be one bright bulb on at the house with the balcony that is in line with and overlooks Jackpine from there, pretty much all other lighting up in that neighborhood is not usually present.

Dietrick’s has the wrong yellow house light turned on, something is abnormal there.

Clyde Baum’s place is kinda too far to make assessments, but one thing that can be said is that there is “Old normal” that ended about two months ago, and there is “new normal” that started to happen there with lighting habits at night.

It’s still dark at Bell’s 445. There was one interior light on last time I walked down the road last week, I can‘t see it unless I go towards Chartrand’s, so I don‘t have reason to go over there, and it’s too dangerous for a leisure stroll to the big pond on Jess Way were I used to enjoy taking a walk to many years ago, there were some giant size toads in that pond last time I went that far, about fifteen years ago, fun to watch them.

I did not see any holiday lighting with exception of that one string around Myers front door that has been there for some time.

520 were Mystery Pot Grower Lady was at, is not all dark, but is mostly dark, as per usual. There is a light in a room that I can see immediately when I step outside about 500 feet away, it’s always on, been on for more than two years, never turns off. There is a small glowing light on the ground in the driveway there that is unusual, can be seen from the road. 520 is famous for use of small, blue glowing lights, many of them arranged in a pattern in strange places. I have seen those placed on the roof of a storage/utility building there just for a day or two, then they move to somewhere else, or are gone. I counted eleven of them once inside of a black Volvo station wagon that is or was there. The blue glowing lights are the size of a smart phone screen. To see so many in a Volvo was weird, considering that the Volvo has not gone anywhere for about two years. That night was the night when Prince Charles Windsor was on the road with a Royal Guard, and Elizabeth was walking on my driveway when I returned from fighting with the guard, and Charles, about one year ago. Elizabeth’s hat was in my woods after that for some time. I did not want to touch that, toxic big time to have that hat in your hand, bad enough that it was in my woods. I can‘t think of anything that is much more toxic to have than the Queen‘s hat, it’s about as toxic as the head of Harry. That is pretty darn toxic.

That said, no help has come. If helpful people are around, I don‘t see them, none have bothered to speak with me, there have been no incoming telephone calls from any one since Christmas that I answered, and only one other call that I did not answer from that fake doctors at Pain Specialists of Southern Oregon terror cell SAGClubMed and MedDems terror highly offensive murderous bastards, who called and left a message, that I have not retrieved. There has been no email communication, carrier pidgeon, smoke signal, message in a bottle, genie, or note of any kind left somewhere where I might find one. It’s been more than ten years since I had a conversation with anyone other than a store clerk about the cost of groceries and the price of shopping, with exception of a call from fake family every six months or so, interfered by others manipulating the calls with electronics at some remote terror controlled location.

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11:13 pm:

My account is compromised at this time, I am in a competition with someone who is remotely making the account pages go haywire in a number of ways.

[trackingthislamp]

Partners In Crime

Pairing: Peter x OC

Summary: Peter puts himself in trouble for defending his classmate in class from transphobic teacher. They both get detention, and some churros.

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: This is a trans boy Peter x non-binary OC story. Not particularly romantic but just some casual fluff. The OC goes by ze/hir pronoun :)

“Y’know you didn’t have you drag yourself into this.”

Peter withdraws his sight from the small television on the desk, slowly turning to his classmate on the left, who isn’t paying attention at Captain’s speech about responsibility at all. He blinks his drowsy eyes, struggling to support himself up.

“Uh,” he shrugs, “s’not a big deal. I mean- it is a big deal though. The way Mr. Crawson talked to you was simply awful. Anyone who saw that situation would speak out for you.”

“Not everyone.” Hir voice fades a bit, but the smile on hir face widens. “There were a full class of people, but here’s only you and me.”

Peter grins back, but looking away as he immediately feels silly. “Sometimes people just, well, need some more courage… I guess? Like, it was very badass of you… ‘gender isn’t real and you’re free to suck my ass!’ you really snapped him there.” He recollects, doing a cutting throat gesture.

“Ah-ha! You should look at his face!” Ze burst into laughter, then quickly hides it with a few coughs when ze spots Mrs. Lambert raising her eyebrow. “You’re not bad yourself. ‘Gender is as fake as that toupee on your bald top.’ Shots fired, Parker.”

“Ha, call me Peter though.” Peter straightens his spine, doodling absently on his notebook. “I just realized we never properly talked to each other before? S’kinda crazy. You’re—uh…M-M…”

“Mneme. M-N-E-M-E. Nee-mee.” Ze writes down the letters on the corner of the desk, “Or you can call me Jupiter XL, I won’t mind. Sounds like a code name.”

The topic of Captain’s speech has changed to about respecting the elders. But neither of them are listening. “Woah, it’s a moon of Jupiter?” Peter whispers with excitement, “I only remember Io and Europa—sorry that I sound dumb. There are like, uh, 60 of them?”

“69.” Mneme winks, “I discovered the name from Greek Mythology—the ancient Muse of Memory. I love it. Better than my dead one.”

“That’s dope. I love names with stories” Peter coos, starting to doodle the solar system. Mneme extends one hand to draw a Saturn that is twice bigger than Peter’s Sun. “So, what about your story then?” ze says, coloring the planets with glitter pens.

Peter’s hand stops, hesitates, “uhh…” his pencil hovers above the Earth, “I’m not really a guy with a lot of stories.”

“Oh c’mon, Pete, you got the most amazing internship that makes every kid in the school wish they were you.” Mneme throws the eraser at his direction, “You’ve probably had after tea with Tony Stark, just right by the window of his office, you talk about schools and he calls you son.”

“Actually he calls me under—ugh, actually I don’t see him often. The CEOs don’t come down from their office to talk to the interns, y’know—”

“But you’re friends with Spider-Man aren’t you?” Mneme interrupts with an excited tone, “The hero of Queens and the Star of Midtown? I saw it on the news, the accident in the monument. You were there too, weren’t you? I keep imagining what if I was there, in the broken elevator, ready for my death, thinking ‘bout what if they misgender me on the newspaper… then suddenly this tight-suited fella appears and save the day! That’s like the most dramatic plot twist ever. I’d probably be so excited that even give him a kiss—if he’s comfortable with that, o’course.”

An awkward smile appears on Peter’s face, but Mneme is too concentrating on drawing a Spider-Man mask to notice. “Well… yeah, yeah he’s really a cool guy.” Peter mumbles, rubbing his eyes, “I think… I just think it’s cool that he uses his power to… you know… like… save the little guys, and do good things. It’s-it’s really nice I think.”

“Yeah? A brave guy with a big heart. I love that guy.”

“Haha,” Peter lets out a dry laughter in a weird pitch, “he wasn’t really that brave though…he was actually pretty scared when he was on the top of the monument. Uh, I mean, he told me so...”

“Bravery doesn’t equal to being fearless.” Mneme takes a break from the drawing, tilting hir head. “The real courage is that despite your fear, you still choose to face it because you know you’re doing the right thing.”

Peter beams a shallow smile, “Woah, you should sign that on my yearbook.”

“Definitely will!” Mneme chuckles and points at television with hir pen. They aren’t even quite sure what Captain is on about now. “Look at that guy. I dunno everything about his story, but m’sure he got his reasons to choose his own path. I don’t think he’s a criminal. At least I don’t believe so.”

“Yeah.” Peter nods, and swallows the ‘except he kinda beat me the hell up’ down to his stomach. “I wish I could be like that because… I feel like m’just scared and can’t even tell what exactly is the ‘right’ thing to do.” He leans backward to the chair, staring at Captain’s smiley face. “A few months ago, I tried to impress Mr. Stark with my hard work. I thought as long as I put enough effort in it, he’d see my ability eventually… But all I did instead was mess everything up. And I even lost my internship temporarily… luckily he decided to give me a second chance. Yet still… it makes me wonder if I’m really ready for the bigger challenge.”

The confession is followed by a moment of silence that makes his stomach strains. But then he hears Mneme’s voice again. “Pete, you’re only 15. And sometimes you just gotta allow yourself to make mistakes. You really think Stark or Captain America don’t make mistakes like yours?”

“I understand that. But it still feel pretty much…defeating when it happens.” Peter sighs, “I don’t know, I feel like m’kinda eager to get approved. Maybe that’s where it goes wrong.”

“Eh-eh, you gotta stop right there, baby boy. There’s nothing wrong with expecting approval from others.” Mneme pouts and wiggles one finger, “You just have to remember that no matter how people see you, you’re still valid. Alright? Anyone who disagree owes you 5 billion, and they better turn on their locations.”

That finally makes Peter laugh. He presses his fist against his lips to cease the giggles, “You’re such a gem, Jupiter.”

“Jupiter XL, get my code name right, Spidey XX.”

“Spidey XX? Seriously?”

“Why not? M’sure your wall-climbing friend will appreciate that.” Mneme throws hir hands up, “Picture this: you’re sitting in the Avenger’s headquarter, giving orders to your crime-fighting partner. ‘Wall-Climber, this is Spidey XX, there are 10 bad guys on the east side of the building, you copy that?’ ‘Spidey XX, this is Wall-Climber. 10 bad guys, east side, got it. Over.’ ”

“That’s literally not gonna happen!” Peter’s cheeks redden, “Because I—”

“Kids! You’re here for punishment, not for parties!”

Mrs. Lambert’s holler almost makes them jump from the chairs. Neither of them notice that she has been standing by their desks for a while. “Apparently this is too easy for you kids and y’all haven’t really learned from your lesson yet. That only means—” she starts writing rapidly on her clipboard as the two kids exchange looks with each other, “—one more week of detention. Don’t give me that look! And think about what you’ve done wrong. Now finish your assignments and I don’t wanna hear any noise again!”

As soon as she turns around, Peter quickly glances at his partner in crime, who’s sticking hir tongue out behind hir notebook.

“Pssss,” Peter whispers, taking a peek at Mrs. Lambert’s direction, “Have you tried the best sandwich in New York? Delmar’s sandwich? We should totally get some later.”

“Hell yeah, Spidey XX.” Mneme gives him a peace sign, then narrows hir eyes. “What were you gonna say earlier? Right after you said, ‘it’s not gonna happen’.”

But Peter only replies with an innocent smile, “It’s classified, Jupiter XL.”

Ending note: Thank you so much for reading! This is my first Peter fic, I hope you enjoy this small piece I attempt. Also apologies if there is any possible mistake since I clearly haven’t beta’d the fic yet haha. If you have any idea, I’ll really love to hear from you :) Xx

#peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker fic #peter parker x oc #trans!peter parker #xanthe writes

[im-sexy-and-im-mystictrash]

RFA+V+Unknown+Vanderwood Half human half Mystical MC

I love these type of mm headcanons and I’ve seen this a lot so i wanted to take a…Kraken at it…I’m so not sorry for that i had to make that pun, anyways you’re a mystical being, it’s going to be a large range of creatures. you’re human but like not completely so one of your parents are human and the other…not so much. you’re a modern good version of these creatures, on with the headcanon~

Yoosung

Gorgon

you didn’t really bring it up

you want to but when would be a good time?

and how the hell were you going to bring up you were half gorgon?

you weren’t even sure if he knew what that was

well

He was learning Greek mythology and he needed a topic for his assignment

“MC would you help me with something?”

He showed you his laptop with a long list of Greek creatures

“I can’t pick one…which one do you think will fit me?”

now is better then ever to tell him

You go into a fit of nervous giggles and you just

“how about me?”

“aww MC you’re cute, but unless you’re a creature…”

“But I am! half to be exact”

Confused Yoosung

“Oh MC you’re just so funny~”

you didn’t know how to tell him so you just show him

suddenly your hair turns to snakes

“hehe um…Wanna say hi? I named all of them”

Yoosung 

S C R E A M S

“MC! MC! YOUR HAIR! I MIGHT NOT HAVE DATED BEFORE YOU,BUT I DON’T THINK GIRLS HAIR IS SUPPOSED TO DO THAT”

He goes numb

“You…you’re a…”

“half gorgon”

you two sat there in silence while he thinks

“You’re not scared of me right?”

you’re actually really scared he’ll leave

“W-well…I’m not a big fan of snakes…”

Snakes gone

You try to explain it

“So you’re medusa?”

Que frown

“Medusa is not a race she’s a person, Medusa is also gorgon”

…

“Oh…maybe I should pay attention to class”

you help him with his assignment and he aces it

it would take him forever to get used to it

“MC?…I can still look into your eyes right?

Zen (Nsfw???)

Succubus 

Zen always has these moments with you that is just

Extremely Sensual

You have this look in your eyes

the way your body is

he just can’t think straight

you two have waited to have that special night because he loves you and wants to take it slow

but what you are is not helping his “Beast”

it was just one moment at night that you wanted to tell him

you 100% trust him with your secret

so it was time

“Zen honey?”

“Yes love?”

“You know how you say you have a beast?”

Zen blushes

“Y…Yes”

“Well I too have a beast”

the beast at 87%

you seriously didn’t mean for it to sound…sexy like he’s thinking

but you can’t help it, being a succubus everything is sexual

You kinda scoot closer

the beast at 93%

“Although your beast is crazy like you claim it to be, mine is much more”

the beast at 97%

“MC…you don’t wanna wake-”

“The beast? you don’t want to wake mine either~”

T H E  B E A S T  B R O K E

That night

sure was something amazing

his mind was blown

how you were that night was not something human

the day after he told you about this and you tell him

“A succubus? what’s that?”

you tell him to look it up

…

…

“OH MY GOD MC”

Zen’s just so unsure what to think

“Do you still love me?”

que offended gasp

“MC of course I love you!”

“I just don’t know how I feel about dating a…Sex demon…”

“Do you want me to show you~?”

BEAST UNLEASHED OVER 9000

You’re going to be the death of him

Jaehee 

pixie

You were a lot like Jaehee

serious about work 

has a level head and very smart

But

You just loved to have fun

Jaehee loves fun too

But your fun was pretty childish

tying Yoosung’s shoe laces together

Putting salt instead of sugar in Seven’s cup

“MC why do you do such childish things?”

That sort of hurt your feelings but you just tell her

“because it’s who I am”

She didn’t quite understand what that meant

But she did know there was an underline meaning to your words

So she kept a closer eye on you

as time went on she noticed some pretty weird things

“MC is that glitter on you?”

“No it’s just me”

MC did you grow shorter?”

“Nope that’s just me”

Okay you were confusing the hell out of her

and you were having so much fun messing with her

once it got to the point it was effecting her work

you had to fess up

“Jaehee the reason for all these things is because I’m a pixie”

…

…

wha?

“A Pixie?”

“MC no more jokes please”

“I’m not! I swear! Here I’ll prove it!”

With a little smirk you shrunk

and shrunk

and shrunk even more

you were about the size of her coffee cup

with cute little transparent wings

“Believe me now?”

You sounded like a squeaky toy

She blinks at you for a moment

and faints

oh boy

She wakes up in her bed

“That was a strange dream”

“Not a dream”

He looks to the side of her bed to see that you’re sitting there

you were normal sized

but you still have your wings out

“MC I think I should go to the doctor”

You just giggle at it all

“Jaehee it’s fine, here I’ll tell you”

And so you did

after telling her you kind of run off to let her think about it all

She looks up everything she can about the matter

“What to do when your girlfriend is a Pixie”

Jaehee stays with you because she loves you

and you knew that

which is why you didn’t mind telling her all this

She still hasn’t gotten used to it

so you toned down the pranks and fun

except when it comes to Yoosung

He’s just so fun to mess with!

you shrunk in front of Yoosung for funsies

He fainted

“MC! I told you to stop doing that! this is the third time he’s fainted because of you!”

Jumin

Fenrir

Elizabeth was terrified of you

You knew why

but Jumin didn’t

every time you would walk in the room with Elizabeth

she would go crazy and run out

“I don’t understand why Elizabeth would dislike you…”

“heh…heh…who knows?”

So for some time it was just Elizabeth hating you

Jumin was just so confused 

you’re so sweet and cute

Elizabeth should like you like he does

so why doesn’t she?

But he found out eventually

one day you were very angry over something

and your eyes just changed to yellow?

“MC your eyes! what’s wrong?!”

You realize what’s going on and you calm yourself down

“trick of the light?”

“No my eyes are perfect I saw clearly what happened”

Shit

“I need to call a doctor at once”

You panic

“Wait!”

You tell him

that you’re basically a really big half wolf

“no MC this is impossible”

“I seriously don’t want to have to proof it to you, I’m not lying I swear”

“So if this is the truth…I’m dating a dog?”

Your eyes change to yellow again

“I am not a dog! I’m half Fenrir!”

“uh..erm…right I’m sorry”

again MC, calm down

“So this is why Elizabeth hates you?”

“Yup”

“Interesting”

He would lock himself up for a bit to think but then come out completely fine

“I still love you very much so I’ll have to get used to this”

It went pretty smoothly for awhile until he bought you dog treats

“Jumin I’m not a fucken dog!”

Seven

Boggart (I’m using this page and the harry potter boggart one as a reference)

Seven knew there was something up with you

You two got along so well because you loved to cause trouble and create mischief

But your trouble was on a new level

it was scary good

some nights you could scare him to the point it’s…

inhuman?

so as a hacker

he turned to the internet for information

but all that came up was 

Boggart

“Pfft my girlfriend isn’t some mystical being…”

“right?”

hmmm

“Hey baby can I ask you something?”

You walk into the room

“what’s up?”

“have you heard of a Boggart?”

you freeze

shit

“Ummm…that’s from harry potter right? hehe…”

He smirks

you’re so skrewed

“MC~ is there something you wanna tell me?”

S H I T

You had no idea how to start

“You really wanna know?”

seven Sparkley eyes

“Y E S”

“Well you see Saeyoung…when a human and a Boggart love each other very much, they create…me…”

He sits for a moment

“I…I must have missed that lesson in sex ed…”

You explain about your origins

and honestly he just

“the pranks we could pull with your powers…”

He does this dark smile

”we need a victim…call Yoosung, we have work to do”

V 

Valkyrie

Jihyun called you his angel all the time

and you giggled every time because of what you are

You’re not an angel but being a Valkyrie you might as well be

Now he never really noticed anything super strange

He did get a mystic air about you from time to time though

But one day you felt like telling him

it killed you that he didn’t know

He was just the sweetest and you didn’t want to lie to him anymore

“Jihyun?”

“Yes angel”

Cute MC giggles

“MC you’re so adorable

Yup you really have to tell him

“Um…do you know what a Valkyrie is?”

“A Valkyrie? I know a little bit about them, why?”

“Well…how would you feel if I was a Valkyrie…?”

He sits there with a confused smile for a moment but still replies

“Then…you would be my Valkyrie”

You just smile at it

“I’m going to show you something, okay?”

He’s still a little confused but nods his head

Then you show him your wings

He has wide eyes

“So…am I still your Valkyrie?”

He’s pretty speechless right now

“MC? So you’re really a Valkyrie? I’m not dreaming?”

You tell him about this and he listens to every word

he can sense that you’re worried

“MC I still love you very much, whatever you are won’t change that”

He adjusts pretty well

He’ll even ask to see your wings

wanting to take pictures of you an your final form

“My Valkyrie, Can I see them? I just can’t get enough of how beautiful you are”

Unknown

Banshee

Being a half Banshee, wasn’t as intense as your mother or happen as often

but there are times that you’ll just scream

inhuman screams

you haven’t had an episode in a long time

so Saeran had no idea

but one day at night you were acting very strange

you were spacey

and just all around out of it

“MC!”

“Hmm!? sorry what?”

Saeran was very annoyed

“listen to me when I’m talking to you! why are you acting so weird?”

You get ready to answer but you suddenly go numb

“It’s happening…”

“what? Whats happening?? MC?”

You open your mouth

and

scream

He’s freaking out

glass is shattering

he’s covering his ears

His ears are ringing

he passes out from that awful noise

good thing Saeyoung’s bunker didn’t have windows or else they would have shattered too

it only lasts a minute

after it’s over you’re out of breath

and you’re so tired

then you fainted

He woke up and saw you were collapsed on the floor

Saeran was too worried about you to care about what just happened

He sits there with you until you wake up

“Ughhh…that sucked”

“MC! are you okay?!”

You just look at him and then

oh no

he knows now

you start to tear up

“I’m sorry!”

He’s confused

“Why are you sorry you idiot?? I was worried sick!”

He lets you calm down

“So are you ready to tell me what’s wrong?”

You explain to him what just happened and what you are

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I don’t want you to be scared of me…”

He just thinks about it

“We should probably buy some sound cancelling ear phones”

“What?”

“I mean, I don’t want a headache or bleed from my ears every time that happens”

“Wait…you’re not leaving me?”

He flicks your forehead

“Why would I? Because you have some weird talent? who cares”

You are baffled but so happy

“So we should probably tell Saeyoung so he doesn’t go through that too”

He smirks

“By any chance can you make yourself do that?”

“Yeah… I can do it myself…why?”

He pulls out his phone

“Saeyoung I wanna show you something”

Vanderwood

spring heeled jack

He’s seen some pretty weird and crazy things as an agent

But not as crazy as what just happened

you two were camping

you both wanted to get away from people for a weekend

it was going good all day but when it hit night

you two had no idea that there were bears

so while you two were by the fire you didn’t expect a huge bear to crash the party

“MC get away from there!!”

now you didn’t want him to find out at all

but when you’re in danger it’s a defense mechanism that you cant control

Vanderwood was getting ready to protect you

but then he saw you had glowing blue eyes and long ass claws

He was more then surprised

You scratch up the bear a few times

and breath some fire at it to scare it off

now in this state you were always hazy and didn’t have complete control over it

So when you turned to Vanderwood with your glowing eyes and steam coming out of your mouth

he didn’t feel very safe

“MC?”

You just creep up to him without responding

“MC?!”

Still nothing

“For gods sake MC!”

He actually rushes up to you and punches the top of your head

“Snap out of it you idiot!”

poof

back to normal MC

“Now tell me what the hell just happened”

You told him what you are

“MC…are you seriously telling me you’re some sort of fire demon thing?

“Spring heeled Jack”

“Never heard of it”

You explain everything in detail

your origins

what you’re able to do

“MC as strange as this is, this is seriously badass”

You’re totally confused

you never thought Vanderwood could use the word badass

“So…we’re okay?”

“as long as you don’t torch me to death when you’re mad then it’s fine”

and if you ever did get like that he could always get you out of your trance

you two realize how cold it is and see that the fire is out

“MC be a dear and relight that”

I had a lot of fun typing this, it was more for me then anything. it’s not my most favorite I typed but I do really like this one, hope you liked it~

Master list of my headcanons

#my headcanons #headcanon #mystic messenger headcanon #mystic messager #707 #yoosung #zen #jumin han #vanderwood #unknown #jaehee kang

[princess-leia-organa-solo]

My crappy Literature teacher or why I don’t give a single F.

Okay, so a little heads up first. For those of you who do not like long rants and lots of venting – you might want to skip this. For the ones that are intrigued – here it goes but it’s long.

*Might contain Harry Potter references!

So, here begins my extremely angry rant:

This is a story featuring a presentation about the monuments of Ancient Greece, another about the Greek mythology in the arts and a crappy teacher. Hope you find it interesting! :)

We'll need the names of three of my classmates. We’ll name them  Narcissa, Bella and Lilly. And of course there's also the crappy Literature teacher – we’ll name her Mrs. Umbridge.

First I’ll start off by telling you guys about the schedule. We have classes with Umbridge twice a week: two hours on Tuesday and one on Friday.

So, last week the teacher says: "I want two teams of two people each to make presentations about the Greek mythology in the arts and about the monuments of Ancient Greece.".

So Narcissa and Bella were picked to do the presentation about the myths featured in the arts. And me and Lilly had to make the one about the monuments. These tasks were given on Tuesday last week (3rd of October).

Fast forward to the evening of Friday (the 6th of October) when I got sick. For two days and a half I had a fever and couldn't get out of bed (believe me this is relevant).

Originally the presentations were for Tuesday (the 10th of October), but I was still ill and didn't go to school. However, I was feeling a lot better on Wednesday. So when i woke up I started working on the presentation. I wrote about Athens, the Acropolis, the Parthenon and Sparta and made the Powerpoint presentation with the pictures and everything.

Over the next two days I wrote about Alexandria, the Library of Alexandria and about the lighthouse of Alexandria. Lilly wrote about Theba, Ephesus, Pergam and the mausoleum in Halicarnas.

 Also the other two girls had done their presentation while i was sick and, as I found out from Lilly, it was only five minutes long. And sure enough I'm thinking "We're putting so much effort into this! We're gonna crush them!" and I start working even harder and feel even more motivated than I already was.

So anyway, Friday the 13th comes, Lilly and I are ready to present our work, that had taken us THREE WHOLE DAYS, we have overcome the technical problems and everything is ready.

The first two hours on Friday we had Informatics. Literature was our third class. So we walk into the classroom, both overwhelmed and anxious because the teacher is awful and scary, and over the ten-minute break we set my laptop up, connect it to the projector – you know, all the technical stuff..

And then the bell rings. The teacher walks in and Lilly and I are already on the board, ready to start. Then the teacher gives us a nasty, poisonous look and says "Sit down, first we have to do some work". We do so and it's finally our turn to talk.  And please, note that until the end of the class there were 25 minutes left (this is also important).

So before we start two girls from another class get called in by the teacher to listen to us and see "how they should have done their presentation". Lilly starts by greeting everyone and introducing the topic. Then I read what I had written about Athens, the Acropolis and the Parthenon. Just as I was about to continue about Sparta,  it happened. The teacher interrupted me with the words "Okay, that's enough! You should have made your presentation much shorter! This is not the way you should have done it! Why didn't you tell us about every pebble in Athens?! Your classmates are bored and don’t want to listen to you anymore!".And that was said with the nastiest tone EVER. Now, I wasn’t really looking at my classmates because I’m usually horrified of speaking in front of an audience bigger than 10 people… But I couldn’t help myself but think “Are my classmates bored, or are you?”. The presentation wasn't even that long! It was 15 slides – this is totally appropriate! Plus, I did my part of the project under my mother's guidance, as the woman does a sh** load of presentations, because she's a professor in university. So she f***ing knows how it’s done!

So the crappy teacher makes us pass on to something else. We had a lot more things we'd written about, and we read about two sentences about each, as she was rudely interrupting us and making us go faster. Then she told us to sit down. And I could already feel the tears in my eyes and I was trying super hard not to cry and to not have a mental breakdown in front of the whole class. Meanwhile Umbridge was explaining to us that it should've been shorter, that we should've presented it in FIVE minutes etc.

But the thing is she had given us this plan with all those cultural monuments and she didn't tell us to pick just one! Or even just two! She told us to "make a presentation about the most famous monuments of Ancient Greece" – in general. And that's exactly what we did! First of all, it is impossible to present all that in only five minutes. Second of all, she didn't specify she wanted it to be five minutes long. I AM NOT A BLOODY MIND READER OR PSYCHIC OR SOMETHING!!! GET YOUR SH** TOGETHER MRS. UMBRIDGE!!!

Then she proceeded to humiliate me and Lilly, saying we didn't follow her instructions properly and was asking the class to confirm she had, in fact, specified about the bloody five minutes. Everyone said "Yes", because she was already really mad with us and the others didn't want to make it worse. And do have in mind that I was legitimately tearing up at this point. So the teacher asked me "Why are you reacting in such a manner, Antonia? Why are you so upset? That happens when you don't follow my instructions properly. You've no right to be upset!". So naturally I said that I'm not upset, but my trembling voice gave me away. So Mrs. Umbridge says "Yes, you are upset. You're crying." in front the whole class. Like I wasn’t humiliated enough already! While she was talking I managed to take a deep breath and answer "Nope. I'm fine".

As I said, when we started with the presentation  we had about 25 minutes left ‘til the end of the class. With Lilly we wouldn't have taken more than 15-20 minutes tops. In reality we were up in front of the class for less than 10 minutes. Then Mrs. Umbridge spent around 15 minutes being disappointed form us for “disobeying” her. Did she realize that for those 15 minutes we could’ve finished with our bloody presentation?!?

So anyway, finally she turned to Narcissa and Bella and tells them "Lilly and Antonia were better during their presentation than you." And Narcissa said she knew that. Then Mrs. Umbridge said "Nevertheless, I'm going to give you girls A's and Lilly and Antonia get only pluses." Now, I don’t mean to be rude but… What the actual f**k?!? I don't have any problems with Narcissa,  nor with Bella, but they’re both kinda lazy and careless when it comes to such things. And I knew that their presentation was very badly put together. And after the class with the monster, they admitted that they had worked on it for about only 30 minutes and had only four sentences. Again, what the f**k??? Lilly and I are busting our a**es for THREE FULL DAYS to put our “lecture” together properly and we only get pluses?!? While the girls with the sloppy lecture get A’s??? PISS OFF!!! This is not okay. Also, have in mind that this teacher is so terrifying that we were both legitimately trembling!  I hate classes with her. I love Literature as a subject, but I am genuinely terrified of her. Just like Neville was terrified of Snape. That woman is my boggart… AND THIS IS NOT OKAY!!!

Mrs. Umbridge is the reason why I want to become a teacher one day – so I can be one of those really cool teachers who communicate normally with the kids. I wand to be a teacher to make sure that there isn’t even one kid who’s afraid of a teacher!

By the way, do you realize what else this horrible woman did? As my mom later said, the teacher offended everyone. Me and Lilly, because, first of all she was constantly interrupting us. Second of all, she tried to explain to us that things should be done sloppy and at the last moment. Then she offended the whole class, by explaining to us how they all “got bored”, and finally -  Bella and Narcissa by telling them that their presentation basically… sucked. This is not how you treat kids. It's not okay. Just because you have some power over a group of people, even if it consists of children, you are allowed to torment them.

When you get a little bit of power over someone and treat them awfully, dominate them and act as if they’re lower forms of life than you, that speaks volumes about you as a person. It shows how pathetic you actually are! And, for people like Mrs. Umbridge, who feel the need to show their power over CHILDREN  (I can not stress this enough) and make them afraid to go into class – I’ve no words to describe them.  This woman is also an awful teacher – just like Umbridge herself. She makes a plan for each lesson, dictates a few things that we should write down on the sheet of paper and makes us study it. She literally once said “I do not want you to have your own opinions when it comes to literature. When you think on your own you make mistakes. That’s why you’ll be studying by the plans I give and dictate to you!”. I really hate to reapeat myself but… What the actual f**k???

Another time me and my BFF went up to Mrs. Umbridge to ask her why she hadn’t put Poseidon next to all the other major Gods (we are studying Greek mythology) and she says “Poseidon is a minor God just like the Oceanides and  Triton”. HELLO, HAVE YOU EVEN READ THE GREEK MYTHOLOGY?!? It is specifically said that Poseidon is equal with his brothers Zeus and Hades – they are the Big Three Gods (I’m getting off topic again, sorry). Of course I could say that people like that are a part of the school system that wants to literally produce identical people who aren’t able to think outside of the box, don’t have any imagination and are, overall, identical etc. etc., but I feel like this is a totally different topic.

Anyway, I had a bit of a lyrical deviation here. Anyway, where was I? Ah, yes. Mrs. Umbridge gave Bella and Narcissa A’s. At that point there were like 10-fifteen minutes left until the end of this bloody Hell. So she proceeded with giving us back the tests we had done week and a half before all that (maybe a bit irrelevant, but oh well). And I was still fighting with the need to burst out crying, by the way.

Anyway, after the class my mom came to school to take my laptop home ‘cause it was heavy and stuff. Now imagine me walking down the street to the spot where my mum had parked her car and crying my eyes out, because I finally had the opportunity to.. Pathetic, right? Though I wasn’t crying because I was sad or upset or something – I was angry and I was feeling sort of… victimized? I was angry because I had worked so hard for literally days, just to be told that, and those are Mrs. Umbridge’s exact words “Quantity doesn’t necessarily equal quality. You should learn to accept criticism!” Excuse me? We had quantity but we also definitely had quality! The fact that you were in a crappy mood or had a bad day or whatever, or you were determined to make our day a living Hell and didn’t want to bloody listen to us, doesn’t mean that we did not have quality! For God’s sake, you didn’t even listen to half of the things we said! Given that, how can you form an opinion?!? Besides, I am able to take criticism. Just as long it’s not pointless and it’s constructive. Key word – constructive. But in this case the criticism was anything but constructive! I was f***ing pissed off because I had worked really hard and my bloody effort was not appreciated! THAT is what pissed me off!

Mrs. Umbridge has also been been very unfair with my BFF.

My friend Luna and a classmate of hers, Lizzie, had to do the presentation about the mythology fetured in the arts. Naturally they presented sculptures and paintings by well-known painters. And of course they had also put tons of effort into finding the pictures and thinking of what exactly to say. And what did Mrs. Umbridge tell them? That they should have presented modern art inspired by the Greek mythology. WTF??? I WANNA THROW THAT WOMAN IN TARTARUS SO BAD!!

So yeah. Basically this is the story of how, after another nervous breakdown because of this shitty teacher, I decided to not give a f*** anymore.Besides, even though the whole rant was really angry, I think I actually managed to get the best out of this whole thing. I mean, I genuinely had a good time making the project and learning new things! :)

Hmmm... Maybe I used the word “presentation” too many times and I had a few “lyrical” deviations – sorry ‘bout that. XD I realize that probably nobody gives a damn about all that but I just needed to vent and rant, I guess. :)

P. S.: To whoever read this ‘til the end – thanks and sorry if I bored you to death. But I warned in the beginning that it was gonna be long. Also, if you have similar experiences – feel free to share your story!

Also… if you need to vent or just want to talk to someone  – you can message me anytime! :)))

P. S. 2: By the way, I sincerely hope the next story I share is gonna be a lot more amusing and a lot less angry! :)))

[kewkyu9]

Confused little Witch

Okay, so I was born and raised a Pagan/Wiccan, and taught to be a "White Witch" and to take learnings and lessons from all I meet, including the lessons of other gods/goddesses/deities/beliefs.

As a child, I knew very few witches, all of witch (ba dum tisss) were within my own family, mostly on my father's side being that most of my mum's family lived essentially on the other side of the country (Australia, world's largest island and 5th largest country) with exception of her Catholic stepmother (or at least...I think she's Catholic? She really didn't like us much), and I didn't know back then that 2 of mum's aunts and at least one of her(/our) cousins were/are witches. I also never really heard of any Pagan religions until I was in high school, and even then the list was short.

But for as long as I can remember, mythology has caught my attention, mostly Greek, Norse and Egyptian. Now why would this leave me confused?

I was always taught that the mythology and lore I had been drawn to was obsolete, the main exception being the occasional prayer to Bast/Bastet (i am having a mental blank atm, so I apologize for my crappy spelling) to protect my family's familiars (yes, classic "witch" aesthetic, and our head familiar, Ludwig, is black too, for those curious enough to wonder - more grey now that he's considered elderly, but still a witch's black cat), but I was often drawn to the tales of a certain god, as much as my friends these days would like to say it's because of a certain movie franchise, I was reading tales about him and making my own own conclusions long before I even got into anything like that franchise.

I saw similarities in my own way of thinking to the tales. I saw them as a god of wits and cunning, someone who thought their way through the chaos and challenges, unlike the many who were made out to be "courageous" and charge through with brute force. My logic; Why charge in and risk not actually be strong enough, or leave yourself weak for the next challenge when you can find an easier way and save the energy for when you actually need it?

Saying this can probably put this god's name in your head already...

It has only been in the past 6 years or so that I have allowed myself to accept that I, as much as I was "raised to be", am not a purely "white witch," and have come to call myself a "silver / mirror" witch, mostly because my nature as a person will often reflect what is around me (which often leaves me feeling like a bad person, but I do try to be "nice"/"polite", the negative just seems to build up when I don't block it out/bounce it off [like with a reflection spell or something, e.g. that old "I'm made of rubber, you're made of glue,"], but both paths take energy v(°~°)v which is kinda tricky with depression/anxiety disorders), and thus far have made sure to always add a protective blessing to the ends of my spells (dark thoughts have tempted me to remove the protections, but I have seen others suffering the consequences of casting with negative intentions, and can't bring myself to do /that/), which has proved useful =/ how? Let's just say, there are things in life that appear chaotic and destructive and are necessary for making way for new things, including new life, and there have been many a time where I've waited with baited breath until the news reports come in with "surprisingly no reported casualties,"

I have only learned recently learned that there are people who still follow the god who I felt followed a similar logic to myself - heck, there are people my age who seem so admirably learned in the worship of not just him, but the other gods of Norse heritage(? You see? I'm so unsure of how I'm supposed to say it)

My confusion comes in many forms; for many years, a majority of my craft has come from instincts, logic and piecing together pieces from different learnings that just feel...natural...together(?)

I have always understood that you have to find your own way, that there is no completely right or wrong way, but I have always struggled with feeling like I was doing it right for me (lack of teachings probably doesn't help), and it doesn't help that most of the witches I know these days are new-comers and ask me for my own teachings (like yes, it can boost confidence, but that's a double-edged blade and can /REALLY/ make you doubt yourself, "what if I'm wrong? What if they come across someone who corrects and damns everything I've ever said?" and so forth)

The only elders I've had who practice are either not confident in their abilities (namely my mother), have thought I'm too young(19), stupid and/or useless (mostly because of my parentage), or they can't really be bothered to teach because I "should learn for myself," which is true, but difficult when no one will loosen their lips and share experiences with you for you to make your own decisions about and learn from. I am also seemingly useless at finding people to talk to about this (when I think I have found someone to talk to about it, turns out they think I'm purely a nutter)

To conclude, I hope that the tumblr Pagan community is as friendly as it seems, and that I can further my learnings and consider if reaching out is a good idea or not, be it to deities or mortals, and I am an awkward and confused witch who isn't even sure if that's what she should call herself.

#Pagan #witch #Norse gods #confused #Wiccan #I want to learn more #Lokean

[riverdale-jugheadjiii]

Hercules (Reader X Jughead)

Request : no, my idea

warning: NONE!

A/N: man I was watching the whole movie while writing this, but because I was writing I missed majority of the movie. As a result I watched it again, haha.

but I really hope you guys like it! I absolutely love this movie till no end.BTW fun fact about me, I used the term Aromantic because I'm Aromantic. So I thought I'd tell you guys. if you don't know what romantic is, it’s: An aromantic person is someone who doesn't experience romantic attraction. 

anyway, Hopefully you like this and You find no mistakes.( since I'm lazy atm to double check) and the Bold  parts are the song. 

Friday, my favorite day of the school week and the worst schedule of the week. The usual was going to happen, I walk with Jughead to school, have almost every class with him. Thank God because as I mentioned the schedule is terrible but I have Jughead to entertain me during every subject.

 It was finally the last period of the day, history, which I don't mind because we’re learning about the Greek mythology. “Okay class I'll need you all to do a project, which will be in pairs.. you'll enjoy some movies to watch and you'll come back to class discussing the movie you've watch to the class. Now I'll be naming the groups.”our teacher informs us as she starts to look through her folder to look for the paper with the pairs .

 Name after name is called and I still wait to find out. Findlay my name comes up, “(Y/N)(Y/L/N) and… Jughead Jones.” 

 I take a quick look at Jughead a shove him with my elbow, of course Jughead being Jughead rolls his eyes but I could swear I heard him say “ thank God.”

 Casually Jughead and I wait till she comes to our table and tells us which God or Goddess we'll be talking about. “Y/N and Jughead, you'll be talking about Hercules and Megara.. I know Megara isn't a Goddess but their love story is amazing in this movie! You'll be watching Hercules the Disney movie.” 

 I hear Jughead groan while I'm literally bubbling with excitement! Jughead looks at me and shakes his head knowing how much I'm a sucker for Disney films. It's officially the end of the day and I'm grabbing whatever books I need from the locker. 

Suddenly I feel the presence of someone. “What do you want Juggie.” 

 “ Y/N how do you always know when it's me? Anyway, I was wondering we could watch the movie on my laptop at my home but if you think my home is a bit too small we could do it at yours.” 

 “ We can watch it at yours, i prefer your house more than mine.. your place actually feels like home, but it will have to be after 6 because I have cheer practice.” I reason with him while closing my locker. 

 “ okay sure, and how on earth does my house that literally consists of only my bed, desk, small fridge, small bathroom seem more like home than yours? I never understood why you entered to be a Vixen.”

 I laugh at his comment because I've told him over a hundred times that being a cheerleader would be good on my college application.

 “Trust me little Juggie, home is where the heart is.. and your drive-in house is where my heart is. Jughead, I've told you a million times that cheerleading would look good for college.” After our discussion, Jughead and I went our separate ways. 

As I headed towards the gym I end up meeting with Betty and Veronica. “ A little bird told me that you and our Beanie boy are going to work on the love story of Hercules and Megara.” Veronica speaks with a smile on her face. Of course I know who the little bird is because Kevin sits right in front of Jughead and I.

 “ Veronica just say it's Kevin, besides it's just a project.” I shrug my shoulders.

 “ yeah, but I heard it's about the Disney movie and the movie literally is the cutest thing ever! Besides I think it will be a good movie to actually get you to admit your love for your Juggie. I totally see you as a Megara, a damsel in distress, sarcastic, and someone who doesn't want to admit their love. Besides Jughead is in love with you, it's obvious but you just seem to ignore any affection he shows you. ” 

 I laugh and lower my head trying to hide my face because I know if Veronica or Betty saw my pink cheeks I'll never hear the end of it. I mumble a “whatever” and hear both of them giggle.

 “Y/N! Show them how it's done again! These girls are going to to give me high blood pressure.” Cheryl shouts I nod my head and reshow the moves and Cheryl sits down. 

I could feel my body aching, being the co- captain can be tiring. Especially when the Captain herself isn't helping. An hour later we are done with everything and I’m headed to Jughead's home hoping he’ll let me take a quick shower. I knock on his door and he's quick to open it for me.

 “ you're on time, good job little miss perfect.” He jokes and moves to the side to allow me to enter.

 “ shut up Juggie, anyway; can I take a quick shower because Cheryl decided to murder my body once again.” He nods his head and said he'll prepare the movie. I walk into the bathroom and start to shower. 

I'm glad that I decided months ago to leave my shampoo, razor and body wash here because I've noticed myself from time to time staying over at Jughead's house. We kinda help each other out, in return I do Jughead's laundry,iron and fold them, make him homemade food whenever we decide not to go to pop’s and help with the cleaning at his house whenever it needs cleaning. 

 When I'm done with my shower I notice that Jughead left on the toilet seat cover a towel and a shirt of his. I slip on my underwear ,the extra spandex I keep with me and his shirt. I walk out the bathroom and notice that Jughead has arranged the pillows around his bed and the laptop in front of him, with the movie ready. I I take my time walking towards the bed, but since it's a small place it takes me seconds to reach there. I hop onto his bed and sit next to him as we start to play the movie. 

 We are now at the part when Hercules would “save” Megara and he's all googly eyes and she's being sarcastic. 

 “ (Y/N/N) remember when we were kids and these kids were bullying you because you were short and I came in to save you. I say our relationship is exactly like theirs.”

 I hum in response “ yeah and then I said the exact same thing she said .. that my name is (Y/N) but my friends call me (Y/N/N) that's if i had any friends… I was new to Riverdale so I had no friends. Are you implying that you were all heart eyes when you saw me?”

 He laughs so loud that I don't think I've ever heard him laugh that loud in my life. “ you were the most beautiful girl I have ever met at the playground, and that's why I called you by your nickname when you said that because I knew we would be friends.” 

 I laugh and return my attention back to the movie that was still playing. Now we reached the part when Megara starts to sing the song “ I won't say I'm in love.”

 Every word that was sung I felt the exact same way, I felt like the Muses are Veronica and Betty .. After dating Reggie and what he did.. it absolutely broke my heart, and I said I would never fall in love again.. I even considered myself for 2 years as an Aromantic. But then Jughead just always made my heart warm every time we would be together.

 [Meg] 

No man is worth the aggravation. That's ancient history, been there, done that! 

 [Muses]

 Who'd 'ya think you're kiddin' 

 He's the Earth and heaven to you 

 Try to keep it hidden Honey, we can see right through you 

 Girl, ya can't conceal it

 We know how ya feel and 

 Who you're thinking of 

 I automatically think of what Betty and Veronica would always tell me..

 [Meg]

 No chance, no way I won't say it, no, no 

 I internally laugh because that's always my response whenever Betty or Veronica say I should admit my love.

 [muses] 

You swoon, you sigh why deny it, uh-oh

 [Meg] 

It's too cliche I won't say I'm in love

 I thought my heart had learned its lesson

 It feels so good when you start out

 My head is screaming get a grip, girl 

Unless you're dying to cry your heart out. 

 After that verse I feel my head is screaming with joy! That finally someone or a song actually understands what's it's been trying to tell me. And that thinking of Jughead in a romantic way is wrong and I shouldn't even bother.

 [muses] 

You keep on denying 

 Who you are and how you're feeling 

 Baby, we're not buying 

 Hon, we saw ya hit the ceiling

 Face it like a grown-up When ya gonna own up 

That ya got, got, got it bad 

 Once again Betty and Veronica’s words just keep playing … 

 [Meg]

 You're way off base I won't say it

 Get off my case I won't say it 

 I feel myself now having an internal conflict That it's true .. that I'll actually never say whatever my heart is telling me. 

 [Muses] 

Girl, don't be proud It's O.K. you're in love

 The last line of the song is the line that hit my heart like a ton of bricks.

 [Meg]

 Oh At least out loud, I won't say I'm in love 

 When the song ended I feel like my heart has been warmed, that even though I'm in love with Jughead, I'll never say it out loud. By the end of the movie, Megara and Hercules are happy together after Hercules saves her. And I feel like crying at how much he loves Her after everything she did. 

 Officially the movie is over and I turn to Jughead to speak but Jughead had something to say. “Y/N I need to tell you something.” I could hear the doubt in his voice but ignore it and nod for him to continue.

 Suddenly, I feel his right hand grabbing my side of my face and he pulls me in and kisses me. I feel like my stomach is doing flips and my heart is beating 100 miles per hour, but all I do is kiss back and letting this moment live

. When we pull away a whisper from Jughead is said “ will you be my Meg and I your Hercules?”

#jughead imagine #jughead #riverdale jughead #jughead x reader #jughead jones #Riverdale #writing #short story #jughead oneshot #fanfic #fandom #jughead fanfic #cole sprouse #betty cooper #veronica lodge #kevin keller #reader x jughead #archie comics #archie andrews #reading #reader #Juggie #love #love story #jughead jones the third #one shot #greek mythology

[vohalika]

I suffer for my art

For an article appearing on thefandomentals.com, I actually sat down (with a lot of booze) and subjected myself to watching the Lightning Thief movie again. Here are unfiltered live notes, so everyone can suffer with me.

(Why yes I do channel cinema sins. just a little bit)

·         The first 10 seconds do away with the one core rule of the franchise; as Poseidon for some reason steps out of a river, a fisherman SEES him. The books avoid this by having a thing called “mist” exist that keeps mortals from seeing ancient greek mythology stuff going on. Unless, of course, that particular fisherman was blessed with clear sight and is destined to be the next oracle. Suck it, Rachel.

·         Oh god, Sean Bean is in this movie, and he doesn’t even die. That alone says everything about the quality you need to know.

·         Why the fuck are they meeting in mortal forms on the empire state building? Yes, that’s where Olympus is, but Olympus is metaphysically ABOVE the fucking building, not the deck they’re on, which would be crowded at any and all times of day.

·         Okay. So they meet here to discuss exposition. Zeus knows Poseidon has a son. Zeus is also to blame for Poseidon never contacting said son. I mean, technically it’s a pact the two of you made with your other brother after he spawned Hitler and a world war happened, but, uh, is that even canon to this movie?

·         Okay, Sean Bean establishes the summer solstice as a deadline. Keep that in mind. SUMMER SOLSTICE.

·         Why do we put the plot into the first three seconds of the film? Was Columbus afraid we’d fall asleep after this and wouldn’t be able to catch up?

·         Okay real talk Logan LErman would have been the perfect Percy about 5 years before this movie was made. He grew up a little too baby faced to still be a good fit for battle hardened don’t fuck with me Percy of the follow up series, but still, such a missed opportunity.

·         Okay so Percy regularly hangs out at the bottom of the swimming pool for 7 minutes to think. That’s, ah. Weird. You know. If you do that regularly, people might notice. And Grover, whose job is to keep him safe, and also to technically keep him from realizing he’s not quite human, is encouraging this. Because. Sure. Why not.

·         OKAY. SO. They kept the NAME of the school, but not the boarding school aspect. They turned Mrs. Dodds into an English teacher so she could make a joke about the word fury in Othello. And they choose to establish the dyslexia and ADHD thing during dialogue while not actually showing any ADHD symptoms. I can’t quite talk about how well they do with the dyslexia, but from what we see, it’s the letters just fogging over and randomly turning into Greek letters which is not how it is described in the books at all. Seems more like Percy needs glasses here.

·         Oh my fucking god. Gabe comes home, sits down in the uncomfortable kitchen chair, demands beer and smacks Sally on the ass, and both Percy and Sally treat him like a rude house guest maybe, not like the abusive asshole he’s actually supposed to be. Percy even stands up to him and thinks it’s necessary to explain that this is his mother and he will not have her sexualized in this kitchen. Gah.

·         How can this house both be Gabe’s while at the same time, he never held down a job?

·         Also Percy comes into the pretty house at the ground floor and calls for his mother who is like on the third floor. Is that entire house theirs? If so, damn, Gabe is a rich unemployed white trash person.

·         Oh and now Poseidon just randomly wanders around New York to stalk his son amazing

·         Percy wears headphones during the plot related exposition at the MOA

·         At least he’s fidgeting now. That’s progress.

·         OKAY. So Ms. Dodds pulls Percy aside in the middle of the lesson, and Grover and Mr. Brunner can totally leave too to help him. They also cut the action sequence but sure, whatever.

·         Percy gets weirdly ableist when Grover says he’s his protector. Like, in the books Percy’s objection to that was that Grover was constantly being bullied and Percy had to stand up for him.

·         In fact, Percy and Grover could possibly pass for cool kids here; neither of them look like losers. Percy is pretty and has amazing abs. That’s… Completely contrary to how book!Percy feels. Like, he gets better once he reaches the age where boys stop looking like cave trolls, but, uh, that takes a while.

·         Then they go home to Sally, Grover downs Gabe, and they run off, and Gabe’s poker buddies just let them be. What.

·         They start conversation about the father while the sun is setting in New York City, and only commence it in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere

·         The minotaur who just toppled their car is suddenly all the way up the hill. Wow.

·         Sexist edit: In the books, Percy’s mom explains to him how to fight the minotaur. Here, he just kinda figures it out himself.

·         Okay. Two dumb things: With the mom evaporated just before the camp gates, why do they fight the minotaur at all? In the books, Percy is half a mile away from the camp when the showdown happens and he fights to save himself and his mom. Here, he just charges out there to avenge his mom even though the magical gate is right there.

·         Second: instead of going for his sword, the actual weapon, Percy goes for the horn stuck in the tree, almost getting skewered himself. Now, the narrative for some reason rewards him for this, but this is just dumb. And there was also no indication that the horn was going to work better than the sword, which is also right there and not stuck in a tree.

·         The fury roughed him up more than the minotaur did, and yet this is the part where he falls unconscious

·         Grover is BUFF

·         He’s supposed to be a scrawny loser kid with anxiety issues

·         Also nursing Percy is Annabeth’s part. This is important. Ish.

·         Yeah, okay, Grover giving Percy the tour is… Unfortunate. In the books, there were actual adults giving him these talks, and also Annabeth, and you get the feeling Satyrs are veeeeery low on the pecking order. Also, Mr Brunner was there to actually take him seriously

·         Also, the camp just looks wrong. Way wrong.

·         UGH

·         UUUUUGH

·         OKAY

·         We’re introduced to BRUNETTE Annabeth while a bunch of people do badly choreographed battle around her. This is wrong. This is so wrong.

·         Annabeth is good in a fight, yeah. But her main asset is her brain. And the first glimpses we get of her is taking care of Percy, both nursing him and giving him the tour, because she piecing together how he fits into a prophecy that concerns her and is her ticket out of there.

·         Also they kind of combine her role in this movie with that of Clarisse, who is a daughter of Ares and a bully like the ones Percy never had to face here. I have no idea why they did that, and it’s even more ridiculous since Clarisse appears in the sequel.

·         Why did they have to put more than one centaur in here, they’re supposed to be party animals roaming the countryside, EXCEPT for Mr. Brunner who is Chiron fuck everything

·         Okay. They also conflated the daughters of Aphrodite with the naiads that are around, and both groups would NEVER give Grover the time of day. Buuut I guess considering where this leads, we do have to play up his sex appeal, huh?

·         OKAY. The cabins in the books are actual fancy and pretty houses, befitting Greek gods. Being claimed by a god is also a special thing, and the fact that it is special contributes greatly to the 5 book story arc. Here, they just shove Percy into a weird wooden structure full of sailing paraphernalia specifically built for him.

·         Okay so apparently the only danger kids of the big 3 pose is making the other big 3 jealous for some reason, not because they literally kicked off the world wars

·         And apparently, Gabe’s smell isn’t supposed to keep monsters away, but the other gods?!

·         Well I mean everyone seems to have known about Percy, sooo

·         Also Percy has no way to integrate into camp or anything , has no connection to any of these people, anything

·         Luke is missing a scar, and is also completely creepy from the get go

·         Why do we keep getting meaningful close ups of Annabeth, what is she supposed to mean to anyone at this point

·         Why was she fighting with a knife minutes ago and is nnow using a bow and arrow, it’s Athena not Artemis

·         This game of cpture the flag is stupid

·         And also undercuts Annabeth’s actual point

·         In the books this involved like tactics and shit

·         But like, I commend the script for making Percy lampshade how ridiculous this all is

·         It’s just that capture the flag had a narrative purpose, too, which is null and voide when he was already claimed

·         Also Percy is such an idiot for just going for the flag like that

·         Annabeth has boob plate

·         "My mother is goddess of wisdom and battle strategy. You know what that means?" - IT MEANS YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER THAN TO TAKE OFF YOUR HELMET WHILE FACING AN ENEMY WITH A SWORD.

·         AND ALSO YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER THAN TO MONOLOGUE AT AN OPPONENT

·         WHAT IS HER BEEF WITH PERCY? Yes, he rudely stared at you for a while, but why do you need to cut him up like that?!

·         She just beats him down and nobody does a thing they all just stand around staring what the fuck

·         And then everyone cheers when she’s done beating down the completely untrained new kid?! WHAT THE FUCK

·         ArE YOU ALL BRAAVOSI WHAT IS EVEN GOING ON

·         THERE ARE BLUE FORCES RIGHT BEHIND YOUR FLAG WHY ARE THEY NOT DOING ANYTHING

·         Percy, who already knows he’s a son of Poseidon needs to be told by divine intervention to go to the water, the only place he actually liked before

·         Brief contact with water then turns him into superman and has him actually sort of beat Annabeth

·         Though not as cruelly as she beat him

·         And then everyone just lets him walk to the flag. Why the fuck.

·         You know who actually figured out how the water powers worked? Annabeth!

·         You know who actually made a battle plan to get the flag for the blue team? ANNABETH!

·         Gaaaaaaaaaaaaah

·         Percy gets party invitations. The fuck.

·         Annabeth chases them away and then flirts with him for some reason. Percy is also completely turned on by a public beat down.

·         “I definitely have strong feelings for you” whaaaat the fuck. Whaaaaaaat the fuck. This is soooo weird.

·         WHERE IS MY FIVE BOOK AWKWARD PUBERTY SLOW BURN

·         Oh hello flame demon. How nice of you to just show up like that and deliver the plot to us

·         Okay. So. Hades wants the bolt, but outright states that he doesn’t have it. So far, the plans are to talk to one of two enraged gods and convince them he didn’t take the bolt. That’s…Not much of a plan at all unless someone here knows how to cast a zone of truth spell or something

·         Hades now comes along and offers his mom in exchange for the bolt, instead of being framed for everything like in the books, and the camp counsellors just… leave Percy alone after that?

·         Like, not only Grover, but the random chick who brutally tore into him in front of a crowd figured out he was going to bail without ever receiving a tiny bit of training, guys. This is stupid.

·         Annabeth wants a quest. Sweetheart, this is not a quest. There is a protocol to these things, as you would know. A god has to assign it, there has to be a clear objective, and at least according to camp regulations, a prophecy, and the entire thing has to be official. But sure. Tag along with the random unprepared kid who’s going to get his mom.

·         OH THAT’S JUST GREAT YEAH Annabeth would not know how to get to the underworld, she has to go ask A MAN for info SOMEONE SHOOT ME

·         Luke is in a completely empty cabin with a gaming console and flat screens and pokes fun at the ren faire feel

·         Luke, Annabeth has daddy issues completely independent from her godly parent but okay fine

·         YEAH LUKE LECTURE US ON GREEK MYTHOLOGY

·         NO NOT LIKE THAT

·         Okay so my personal interpretation of Persephone is more that of an ancient times beauty and the beast kind of deal, so that she’s not entirely unhappy

·         Also like, Greek mythology has a maaaaaajor Madonna/whore complex. Maaaaajor. And while she’s not one of the chastity goddesses, Persephone kiiiinda doesn’t fall in the dedicated adulteress part of that spectrum

·         But foreshadowing. I get it.

·         Convenient map is convenient

·         Super literal soundtrack

·         Also they still haven’t told us where the underworld is or how to get in there, just that it’s easy

·         “Let’s split up, check everything” Greeaaat plan, Percy. And then just go looking around without actually looking thoroughly

·         Now Annabeth is dragged along screaming and Grover actually knows how is greatuncle died and is the one to figure out what’s going on. Great.

·         Like, in the books, he still finds his uncle Ferdinand, but no one ever knew what happened to him because he got lost during a search at a place where no one really returns from

·         Annabeth is the first one to figure out that the nice woman giving them burgers and asking them to pose for pictures is not their friend and saves both Grover and Percy, and Percy figures out who she is himself immediately after, before the veil comes off and the snakes start hissing

·         Oh, Uma Thurman, you are too good for this

·         I need to watch Kill Bill after this just to calm down

·         It’s weirdly cathartic to fight your own murderous instincts

·         CALL ATTENTION TO ANNABETH’S HAIR JUST TO RUB IT IN WHY DON’T YOU

·         Annabeth knows this story dammit

·         Also villain monologue

·         I dunno, Uma, you’re still pretty hot like that

·         At least Percy figures out the reflection thing

·         Ugh Annabeth has to get rescued

·         How can you sense him if you were surprised by his presence before?

·         Percy says he can look at her reflection and then throws away the phone he’s using to look at her when he actually sees her

·         Where the fuck did they get the car

·         How did Annabeth learn to drive at camp

·         She can sense him, sees him coming, and he still gets to cut off her head from behind

·         And then she conveniently carried around the pearl with her

·         DID THIS MOVIE JUST IMPLY PERSEPHONE GOT FREAKY WITH MEDUSA?!

·         How do they get a motel room, do they actually have credit cards or something? What the fuck.

·         Yeah okay I don’t feel creepy at all looking at Logan Lerman’s naked torso some more

·         So I guess Percy’s ocean powers in this movie work like waterbending and can also heal other people

·         How he figured that out? No idea. Why he doesn’t start carrying around water everywhere he goes for just this purpose?

·         And aaaalso I think the more significant story for the animosity between Athena and Poseidon would be how he fucked Medusa in her temple, but sure. The story about Athens.

·         Book!Annabeth, when prompted, brings up both, by the way.

·         Why is it forbidden for all gods to interact with their kids?

·         DID SHE SAY SALLY UGLIANO?! SALLY JACKSON NEVER TOOK HIS NAME AND THAT IS FUCKING IMPORTANT

·         Why is there laundry service in the middle of the night?

·         And how did they get to check out after that?

·         Yeah okay this Parthenon business is completely not in the books

·         “I wonder if she really looks like that” Okay okay cutting out the field trip is fucking stupid

·         No one checks the bathrooms before closing up the place?

·         And no on turns off the lights in the bathrooms?

·         Cleaning staff ruining the day yet again

·         Every time Annabeth shoots anything in this movie I die a little on the inside

·         Also hey, there are more black people in this movie than Grover and Persephone, and they all work in maintenance

·         Ugh, son of Poseidon taking to the air

·         Aaaand the maintenance squad has been possessed

·         Annabeth gets to point out the obvious, Percy is on fire like it’s no big deal, and Hail Hydra isn’t even a thing yet. At least not in the main stream.

·         Flying shoes are now fully attuned and working for him

·         Annabeth shoots shit again

·         At one point, it is a plot point that children not of Apollo aren’t that good at archery

·         And Annabeth in the books fights with a knife, an invisibility cap, and her wits, and never shoots shit

·         Medusa petrifies the hydra through fire

·         Okay then

·         Where do they get their money for food from

·         That’s a major obstacle in the books

·         The credit cards they totally have?

·         And the gas money for that car

·         Okay so the underworld is actually visually striking and could have had potential

·         Hades is actually vengeful and out to kill the other gods

·         Persephone mentions her allotted time away from him, but is still there before the solstice.

·         She double crosses Hades because she hates him and shit, it’s weird

·         And then she hits on what for all intents and purposes is an underaged boy

·         The staredown is sooo unsatisfying and thematically rrelevant

·         Luke just conveniently happened to flutter around the empire state building close to midnight because….?

·         Does this camp have no security?

·         The fight is badly, badly choreographed

·         Luke also just has delusions of grandeur and wants to ascend to gdhood or something

·         “You’Re no hero” – actually, per definition, he is.

·         Also, this fucking lightning bolt is supposed to be more powerful than nuclear bombs, STOP USING IT IDIOTS

·         And then Luke just kinda chills on top of the building, waiting for Percy to come and angage him in aerial combat like a video game boss

·         Okay if you’re using the lightning bolt, fucking use it

·         HOW CAN PERCY’S SWORD REFLECT IT DAMMIT

·         No, really, if a celestial bronze sword can do that, what’ so great about it in the first place

·         They use this thing like a flashier version of a tazer

·         Also, they’re right underneath Olympus, you’d think the gods might actually intervene this close to their home turf

·         Luke then uses Percy’s lack of proficiency at aerial combat to suggest he might be no son of Posedong after all… Which I agre with, actually, because Zesu would blast any sons of Poseidon out of the air immediately

·         He also effectively reminds Percy of his waterbending powers, so he can make water tanks explode for dramatic final battle poses

·         The bolt somehow doesn’t electrocute Luke when caught in a tidal wave

·         Water somehow knocks Luke’s shoes off

·         Mortals are allowed to go to Olympus

·         Ah wait, just to ride the elevator up there

·         Athena has a random British accent

·         And the gods are arguing, completely oblivious to what’s going on, but also totally prepared for imminent war

·         With each other in a council chamber

·         Riiight

·         Also the movie gave absolutely no reason for Luke to be angry

·         Athena and Poseidon are conveniently already standing

·         Zeus just like that agrees to bring Grover from the underworld WHICH IS NOT EVEN HIS DOMAIN

·         Poseidon gets to talk to Percy and doesn’t even shrink down to do it. They never say why the gods aren’t allowed to talk to their children

·         …Gods become human when they spend too much time with mortals? AND THAT’S WHY THEY’RE NOT ALLOWED TO VISIT THEIR CHILDREN?! WHAT IS THIS BULLSHIT?!?!!?!?!

·         Zeus and Poseidon are RIVALS. Godhood can be BESTOWED. The rational thing to do would have been to let him become human and appoint a new god of the sea loyal to Zeus

·         You’d think some tactical minded deity who doesn’t like Poseidon very much would have thought of that

·         Sally can just kick out Gabe, just like that

·         Chiron is totally into students disobeying. Let word of that get around, and everyone will run away and be eaten by monsters, defeating the entire purpose of the camp

·         Gd dammit you kids have no chemistry and with the intense eyes and same hair color look more like siblings

·         Making this almost kiss really uncomfortable.

·         Also, how is Percy suddenly able to stand up against her clunky pirouette fighting without having stepped into water first?

·         Ugh

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #the lightning thief #I HATE THIS MOVIE

[alexwritessomestuff]

Brothers, Chapter One: Dante Cigam

Brothers, Book One of Bonds

Word Count: 1606

Summery: Dante Cigam is kind of weird. His days are kind of weird too. Wouldn’t you like to see what those are like?

Dante Cigam was a bit of a strange man. Not because he was a hundred and seven year old warlock, no. Perhaps he was considered strange because he was just a bit too optimistic and a bit too peppy for the world. Maybe it was because he traveled the world, taking in orphaned mythological children. Possibly because he was overly friendly to most people? Or maybe it was because he was a hundred and seven year old warlock.

Though he was considered strange by most, Dante could also be described as a good man. He was a splendid brother, and an equally amazing caretaker. Though, currently, the six year old did not think so.

“I will not!” said six year old declared.

“Urnes, please,” Dante begged.

“I don’t want them!” Urnes yelled. The other children were all trying to suppress their giggles. This was a usual occasion, of course, but it was always funny to them.

“Just eat the vegetables, Urnes,” the warlock implored. Urnes despised his vegetables, especially broccoli. Which, of course, was what was for dinner tonight.

“But they're so gross,” Urnes reasoned, poking his broccoli.

Dante sighed. He always made the kids eat all their dinner, meaning they had to eat their vegetables. Urnes, as one would expect from the youngest child, gave him the hardest time.

“But Michael is grossest,” Urnes smirked. As a kobali, a Greek troublesome sprite, usually started trouble like this.

“Are you saying I'm more gross than broccoli?” Michael asked.

“Michael,” warned Dante.

“You're darn tootin’ right I am, bloodsucker,” Urnes confirmed.

“THAT’S IT.” Michael launched himself across the small table. The other children moved their food, unphased by this usual happening. Though Michael was twelve compared to Urnes’ six, Urnes seemed to have the upper hand.

Dante sighed and waved his hands, turning the black Warlock’s Mark on his right hand turn a warm orange. The same orange wrapped around his hands, as well as Michael and Urnes. They were lifted off the ground, and began slowly floating away from each other.

“What have I said about launching yourself across tables, Michael,” Dante asked.

“Not to do it,” grumbled the young vampire, not meeting Dante’s gaze.

“And Urnes,” Dante continued, turning to the younger boy, “what have I told you about calling people more gross than broccoli?”

“That because I hate broccoli, it makes it kinda rude,” Urnes replied, looking Dante right in the eye.

“Precisely,” Dante agreed, “and you both have done those things. What do we say?”

“Sorry,” both boys said in unison.

“Excellent!” Dante exclaimed, clapping his hands together. This discontinued his small spell, which dropped the children with a loud thud. “Oops, sorry,” Dante said through a grin.

“Don't be sorry, Dante,” Harumi, the second oldest said, “they totally deserve it. Well, at least Michael does.”

Michael glared at the slightly younger girl as he got himself back to his seat.

“Why can’t we just have a nice meal together,” Beatrice, the middle child of the group, mumbled.

“Alright alright,” Dante began, “let's just all sit down and eat. Urnes, you don't have to eat your vegetables tonight, I suppose.”  Pleased with his victory, Urnes began devouring the rest of his meal. All of the others seemed to be alright with the end of the small fight, and everyone began to eat once again. Dante smiled.

He really did love these children.

As the sun began to appear, the small group began to get ready for bed. Michael, as a vampire, couldn't go out in the sun, the group had agreed that they would sleep during the day and do everything during the night. Well, everyone but Dante.

To get an income of some sort, Dante worked during the day, while the children slept. He didn't want them to worry about his lack of sleep, so he always made sure to work when everyone was fully asleep.

Just as the sun was fully over the horizon, the old warlock assumed everyone was asleep. He slowly raised himself in an attempt to not wake any of the children. He tiptoed over to his laptop, ready to write another article for the traveling blog he worked for. However, he felt a slight tug on his pant leg.

He turned around to see little Chessa, a Slavic water nymph called a rusalka, and the second youngest of the children in his care. She was only but seven years old, and most certainly the quietest one of them all. Chessa rarely spoke, and when she did it was very insightful.

Though she had startled him, Dante made sure not to let it show. He never wanted Chessa to feel as though she were strange because she liked to be quiet. He kneeled down to her level, and asked, “And what can I do for you, my little Chessa?”

Chessa smiled her tiny smile, and showed him the book she was holding. This was her way of asking him to read her a bedtime story.

Dante smiled. He could never say no to a good bedtime story. His brother never did when Dante was younger, so he saw no reason to say no to his children.

“Of course,” he said, “let’s go, I'll read it to you while you lay in bed.” Chessa turned and quietly skipped her way to bed.

Work could wait, Dante decided. His children were his priority.

That night, Dante was sleeping. Now, to most people, that wouldn't be unusual. He'd worked a good portion of the day, and most people who do such things would enjoy a good night’s sleep.

Dante was not most people.

Dante woke up to  a six year old and a ten year old jumping on him.

“Good morning Dante!” Beatrice yelled, much too loud for Dante who was still waking up.

“Wait, but it's nighttime,” reasoned Urnes. They had this discussion about once every two weeks.

“Yeah, but good evening Dante sounds like something from like, a vampire movie, or, or-”

“HEY MICHAEL,” the sprite-child yelled, “DO YOU SAY STUFF LIKE GOOD EVENING REGULARLY?”

“NO,” Michael yelled back, “NOT REALLY.”

“Okay okay,” Beatrice groaned, “Good evening Dante!”

The warlock in question mumbled a weak “Good evening, Bea. Good evening, Urn,” and somehow managed to get himself in an upright position. He smiled weakly at the two in front of him, still half asleep.

“Who's making breakfast this fine evening?” he asked.

“Umm, I think Mikey is?” Beatrice replied.

“Ah.” Dante got up and reached for a shirt, hoping it was clean, “I do love scrambled eggs.”

Squuuuuirt, went Michael’s ketchup-made-blood bottle. Harumi looked over with disgust. She would never understand how he could eat blood with his eggs.

“I'll never understand how you eat blood with your eggs,” she told him. Dante looked over at her over his cup of coffee. He was a bit too tired this particular evening to intervene in the group drama.

“You wouldn't understand, because you're not a vampire, tree girl,” the eldest retorted. Oh boy, Dante thought, here we go.

“I've told you, I'm not a tree girl, I'm a kodama, which is a-” Harumi began.

“Japanese tree spirit, similar to the Greek dryads,” everyone, including Dante (though his was much softer than the others’) said. Harumi gave this small speech every time Michael called her “tree girl,” so she gave it quite often.

“Yes,” she continued, “not a tree girl.” Michael shrugged and squirted more blood onto his breakfast.

Later in the night, Dante and his children sat around the table, their plates traded for books and paper and pencils. Michael was working on math, Harumi worked on history, Beatrice sciences, and both Chessa and Urnes worked on English.

“This is stupid,” Michael declared, banging his head against the table, “I'm a vampire, why do I need to know math?”

Though he didn’t even bother to look up from Chessa’s English quiz, Dante replied. “Because it's important, Michael,” he said, “Everyone uses math, and you're an everyone.”

Michael grumbled but raised his head and continued his math lesson.

“Would you like any help?” the older man asked, looked over at Michael, and returning Chessa her now graded quiz. As Chessa smiled at her very good grade, Michael scowled and nodded.

Once Michael understood how to multiply fractions, Beatrice needed help understanding the difference between a scientific community and a scientific ecosystem. Meanwhile, Harumi wanted help reviewing the dates of memorable warlocks.

Urnes had fallen asleep on his English lesson.

By recreation time, everyone understood their lessons for the day, and Dante understood how to help them for tomorrow.

This particular recreation night included playing Uno, the group’s favorite card game.

“Blue!” Urnes yelled, placing his draw four card in the pile.

“Urnes, before you make me pick up four cards, please remember that you can't choose the color that's already in play,” reminded Harumi. Urnes often forgotten the rules, though sometimes Dante thought it was because it would make other people laugh.

“Fine, red then,” Urnes decided. Harumi placed a red reverse, and replied with “uno.” Within three minutes, she was victorious. Beatrice gave her a high five, and Urnes, as the one with the most cards at the end of the game, got up to help Dante cook dinner.

Everyone sat around the table again as Dante passed dishes around. Grilled fish with rice and green beans was for dinner tonight. As Dante sat down and everyone began eating, he smiled at them all. This was certainly one of the happiest times of his long, long life. Sadly, it would be interrupted soon enough.

“Urnes, please eat your green beans.”

#bonds #brothers #dante cigam #micheal #urnes #harumi #beatrice #chessa #fantasy #original work #plz read #plz #creative writing