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Theory: Chamber and Neon’s “Misunderstanding”

Another theory: Chamber and Neon’s misunderstanding is pretty personal *wink wink*

Sorry this feels so shallow but my guess is she thought he was going for the more-than-friends route, but it was all part of his schemes.

Neon has some major electrical powers plus involvement with Kingdom/radiants because of the parents’ work (looking at her dossier), so she likely was of some value to Chamber’s plans

I’d be hella broken too as a 19 (18?)-year-old if some charming guy was pouring attention and talking to me the way he does only to find out I’m being used for some selfish business-y goal. That is–if it is true that Neon was 19 when she got into the VP.

Chamber describing her to Reyna as an “impressionable young mind”. This himbo knew what he was doing.

From a fellow Asian girl, yeeeee the parents often want us to be pretty sheltered lmao I wouldn’t know better than to stay away from this dude

Also saw this Tumblr post somewhere saying Neon’s family would probably tease her whenever Chamber drops by AND I BELIEVE IT’S CANON

“OI TALA YUNG BOYFRIEND MO ANDITO” and all that stuff. I’d be annoyed into believing maybe there is a shot if she were me HAHAHA

Chamber’s voicemail to Brim: “Appeal to her sense of service, she gets that from her family.”

EXCUSE ME MONSIEUR—how do you know she gets it from her family?? That’s pretty personal. And the way he says it in the voicemail, idk if I’m digging into it too much but omg the way his tone just falters and his little pause after (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KhMd7i2Zu8k)

Not Chamber being scared to fetch her in Manila during her recruitment lolololol

No Chamber-Neon voice interactions (except for that line where she tells him to leave her out of his schemes)? Not even during the whole strike team with Fade thing? Damn, y’all rly ain’t on speaking terms?

Cuz yeah I don’t think she wants any of Chamber’s BS after all that

Neon when killing an enemy Chamber: “Bye Monsieur!” —You can’t tell me that doesn’t have “boy, bye” energy

[PHOTO NOT MINE] Not me fangirling either aaaa who made this??? But lol if I were Chamber and I saw a girl with mad powers looking like Neon in the photo like sheeshhhhh, I’d be smooth talking too (Who’s the artist? Pls tell me if you know so I can credit)

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"undoing this character's death would take away his sacrifice and character arc" girl I don't give a shit. I'm bringing him back through the power of ao3 fix-it fics and there's nothing you can do to stop me x

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walker being so much taller than leah allows for the perfect opportunity for annabeth to be completely baffled at how much percy grew over the last year. imagine annabeth punching that bully in the jaw bc he messed with her friend. only to turn around and be face-to-face with percy's chest. and he's oblivious to her confusion bc he's smitten and happy to see his smart, and pretty, and kind, and strong, and badass best friend. and annabeth is just fuming.

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“average demigod goes on 3 quests a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average demigod goes on 0 quests per year. Percy Jackson, who lives in New York & goes on over 10,000 quests each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

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“If you want more representation” okay but what if they did a better job than all the other actors???

Like, with PJO Rick didn’t go “only black people can audition for Annabeth!! Grover has to be Indian! Zeus has to be black!”

No, the actors auditioned, did a good job, and got the gig.

Like instead of crying cause all these white actors didn’t get it, ask yourself if they even deserved the position.

Everything isn’t some “woke” propaganda or “more representation.” They just deserved the job.

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🤭

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helpppp (also annabeth and percy on social media would most def have matching pfps see: mine)

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🗡️₊ ⊹ ~֒ tick tock

SEASON 4 SPOILERS!

pairing: damon salvatore x fem vampire reader

universe: tvd (the vampire diaries)

word count: 0.9k words

a/n: this takes place in S4E3. instead of meredith being in the trailer with damon, it’ll be you.

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As the trailer door creaks open, Damon carefully turns his head to spot the person he’d been expecting.

“Took you long enough,” he scowls, which earns a sigh from you.

“Well, you were being so cryptic in your messages,” you respond.

“Just — come in, already,” he urges in a hasty tone.

You step into the trailer and close the door behind you. When you finally get a good look at Damon, your eyes widen as it falls to the arrows piercing through him, a piece of string attached to an explosive.

“Tell me that is not a bomb,” you tell him in a shaky, breathy tone.

“Okay, it’s a kitten. An adorable, exploding kitten.”

When he gives you that obnoxiously shit-eating smirk, you let out a scoff of exhaustion. “Why did you even call me?”

He frowns. “Isn’t it obvious?” He gestures to the arrow in his chest.

“No, I mean — why did you call me? You should’ve called Stefan.”

Damon pauses at the mention of Stefan’s name, his unserious expressions faltering. “Sibling drama. Now, can we stop yapping and start working?”

You wanted to continue your insistence on getting Damon to make up with Stefan, but you knew that this wasn’t the right time. And so, you finally let out a sigh of defeat. “Fine.”

You haven’t exactly seen a lot of bombs in your time, so seeing one this close to you and Damon was… unsettling, to say the least. The bomb was carefully situated on a corner shelf, the only thing preventing its explosion and your imminent deaths were the strings and arrows puncturing Damon.

You carefully take a step closer to inspect the bomb, observing how it would — hypothetically — tick off once the strings are disturbed. But there was another component to this that you could tinker with… the arrows.

You turn around to face Damon once more, who meets your troubled gaze. Your eyes trail down to the arrows penetrating his chest, cringing quietly at the sight.

Damon notices your shift in mood, the way you wince slightly at his gorey wounds. He lets out a soft sigh, deciding to break the ice by making a remark stupid enough to lift the direful circumstances.

“Hey, it’s better than seeing me naked, right?”

Your disturbed and worried expressions finally break into a weak smile, before you manage to divert your gaze and attention back to the matter at hand. You carefully take a step closer before kneeling down in front of Damon to inspect the mechanics of the strings and arrows and how it relates to the explosive. And then, it hits you.

“I think we can cut the arrows from the back and it should disable the trigger,” you declare before standing up to face him once more.

“Then you’ll need a dagger, the arrow’s laced with vervain,” Damon informs more breathlessly than before, slightly losing more energy as time passes.

You simply nod in agreement. “Yeah, I figured,” you muse.

You glance towards him once more, picking up on his increasing exhaustion, prompting you to act faster and get him out of this situation. You quickly scan the desk in front of you and conveniently spot a dagger, which was sufficient enough to cut through the wooden arrows. You reach out to grab it before standing behind Damon, bending your knees to get a better position and to properly cut the arrows.

You take one sharp inhale before exerting all your strength to slowly and precisely slice through the arrow, careful not to touch it with your bare hands. In a continuous motion, you carve through it back and forth, causing the arrow to shift slightly in its place. Damon winces lightly at the feeling, before noticing a letter on the desk nearby and picking it up.

You pause in your movements for a moment when you see Damon examining a letter.

“Is that Connor’s?” You quirk a curious eyebrow.

“No, it’s a letter from Pastor Young to April. It’s basically about the sacrifice and war and “greater evil” brewing in Mystic Falls.”

You let out a soft chuckle, unable to take that seriously. “He sounds deranged.”

“That’s because he is.”

Your chuckles come to a halt when Damon's phone starts to ring on the table. Spotting Elena’s name on it, he ignores the call and looks away from it.

Continuing to pry open the arrows, you frown at the way he reacts to the phone call. “Why isn’t Stefan on hunter duty, anyway?”

Damon snarks sarcastically. “He had a physics test.”

You simply smile to yourself. “Huh.”

Noticing the way your voice had a playful tone in it, his eyebrows furrow into a frown. “Don’t be getting any ideas now.”

“Let me get this straight — you’re strung up to a bomb while Stefan plays vampire with the girl who broke your heart. It’s just ironically funny to me.”

“Ha-ha, that must be why I’m laughing right now.” He rolls his eyes.

After a few more seconds of slicing, Damon finally hears all the pieces of the arrows falling to the ground, letting out a sigh of relief.

“There. It should be safe now,” You declare after you examine the arrows once more.

With that, Damon doesn’t waste another second to pull the arrows out of his chest, panting softly when his wound is finally relieved.

“Hey, Y/N.”

As Damon turns around to face you, you raise your eyebrows in anticipation for what he was about to say.

“Thank you.”

Without saying another word, you simply return a small smile at the man.

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🩸₊ ⊹ ~֒ memories

SEASON 5 SPOILERS!

pairing: stefan salvatore x fem vampire-witch reader

universe: tvd (the vampire diaries)

word count: 0.7k words

synopsis: reader and stefan go way back in the 1800’s. and when qetsiyah erases all of stefan’s memories, despite reader knowing how to bring them back, she doesn’t. for good reason.

a/n: this is set in S5E6, and instead of qetisyah restoring stefan’s memories, it’s reader.

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When Stefan enters his bedroom, he spots you sitting on the edge of his bed, catching him by surprise.

“Y/N, what’re you doing here?”

You stand up from the bed, starting to slowly approach the perplexed man. “I’m here to say… I’m sorry,” you confess, letting out a light exhale.

Stefan raises an eyebrow. “What do you have to be sorry for?”

You pause for a moment, bracing yourself for what you were about to say. “I lied to you and to everyone else for the past few days.”

“What do you mean?”

“I know how to bring back your memories. I always have.”

At the mention of his past memories, his eyes widen in surprise. He lets that sink in for a moment — a part of him feels confused, and maybe even a little betrayed that he could’ve gotten his memories back all this time but you were just choosing not to. However, the biggest part of him was trust. The trust he had for you, despite not remembering anything about you. But something in him inclined him to trust your decision.

“Wait, but… then why?”

You let out another sigh before explaining. “Because for the first time since we met, I’ve never seen you this… happy. This free without all the pain and trauma that you’ve been through. And maybe it’s selfish but… it’s just a relief seeing you like this. I’m sorry.”

Stefan takes a careful step towards you. “Y/N,” he begins, reaching out to place a gentle hand on your shoulder. “I get that, but I also know that all the pain I’ve gone through is a part of who I am, and I can’t just run away from that. So, I understand what you’re saying, but I want my memories back. It’s for the best.”

You give him a small smile at his sincere gesture and words. “If you say so,” you nod, finally accepting the truth.

As much as you wanted to ‘save him from his own pain,’ you also knew that it was wrong. Those memories, even the painful ones, are what make Stefan — well, Stefan. And the reassurance in his tone finally made you accept that.

He removes the hand he has on you as you brings your hands to the side of his face. “This is gonna hurt,” uou warn him in a soft, delicate tone.

When he gives you a nod of confirmation, you close your eyes and begin to chant the spell to recover his memories. In an instant, it’s like a switch flicks in his head and he groans in pain. Flashbacks of his past start to show up as an indication that he's getting his memories back. From when he first met you, when he first met Katherine, when he turned into a vampire, when he murdered his father, when he became a Ripper, when he first met Lexi, when he first met Elena, when he fell in love with her… and when he got trapped in the safe, drowning for months. All the memories and feelings he has endured just passed through his veins in the most overwhelming way possible.

Upon hearing his gasps of pain, you almost stopped yourself from casting the spell, but you pushed through and kept going.

Finally, when you go through the last moment right before Qetsiyah had fried his brain, you stop herself and slowly remove your hold on him.

Opening your eyes, you examine his body reactions, seeing that he was still panting softly and closing his eyes.

“Stef? Are you alright?” You question with worried expressions.

Stefan lets out a heavy sigh before responding, still slightly breathless. “You mean other than the fact that I just got all my memories back in a matter of seconds? Yeah, I am.”

Relieved, you let out a light chuckle at his reply. “Good, good.”

He finally opens his eyes to spot the small smile on your face before your eyebrows furrow slightly.

“Are you sure it worked?” You ponder with a doubtful tone.

“1858; the sun was setting and you were sitting on the edge of a lake casting a fire spell. Quite frankly, Damon and I didn’t realize it at that time, but I recall seeing a bright light surging from the corner of my eyes before you realized that we were watching you.”

You raise an eyebrow at his words, before quickly realizing what he was talking about. “...that was the day that we first met.”

“Yeah, it was.” Stefan nods.

The previous smile on your face only increases in size, everything finally seeming to be alright for at least this very second.

“It’s good to have you back, Stef.”

“It’s good to be back, Y/N.”

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yankees cap and dad vibe button-up? why did someone steal percy jackson out of his book and put him in front of a screen?

(ngl percy would totally take a pic like this)

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“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

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percy: on a scale of one to finding-out-that-yolo-is-in-the-dictionary how mad do you think annabeth will be

grover: wait what?

annabeth, from the distance: YOLO IS NOT A WORD IT IS AN ACRONYM-

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"percy looks just like poseidon" -> poseidon can look however he wants but he chooses to look like percy's father

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Please. Write it. Write the thing. Even if you feel like it's shit. Even if you think no one will read it. Even if no one reads it. Even if you think the words make no sense. Even if it breaks your heart. Especially if it breaks your heart.

Please. Write it.

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blame this on percy being the main character. but i love that throughout most iterations of percy jackson and the olympians. book, musical, or tv series. he is somewhat aware that his story is being told. in fact. he is the only character in the pjo series that talks directly to reader. and i just love the implications that he can sense a plot point before it happens.

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me writing the worst paragraph of my life knowing that a sexier, more hydrated version of me will fix it later