#“Athena why are you saying this if it’s not directed at anyone here”

[athena-xox]

Ok this isn’t directed to any of yall because I have faith that at the very least eah tumblr can accept that like royals were most definitely not in the right

But like to the people who have wholeheartedly said that raven not becoming the evil queen takes away from apples choice and makes raven just as bad ( a side from that just being idiotic) like would you say that if the positions were shifted a bit

Say Apple doesn’t want to be the next Snow White, wether this is because she wants to find organic love, she’s a lesbian, she’s ace or she just simply doesn’t want to, but Daring still wants to be the Prince Charming. And he wants to marry Apple.

Is this still taking away Daring’s choice? Is this unfair to Daring?

Most people who defend apples every action (note this is not like the Apple defenders I’ve talked about in the past who I disagree with because they try to excuse Apple for why she promoted in rebel propaganda, like no these are people who genuinely believe that Apple was right (not justified but like completely correct) and so were the royals) are literally misandrists so they probably will actually realize that scenario two is wrong and wether or not the connect the dots to the first scenario is out of my hands

And people who go “yeah it’s darings right to marry Apple” are misogynist predators who wouldn’t be defending Apple in the first place and if this is you please block me and never interact with me again because I don’t plan on associated with future (or current) felons 😀😀

[angelicblondie]

luke x princess!reader

cw: alcohol consumption, tipsy kissing

ok, fine, you could admit it.

you were jealous.

and you knew there was so reason to be. you and luke were friends, best friends, but still just friends.

so why did it bother you so much to see him talking to another girl?

the weird part is that this wasn't even the first time. you had seen luke flirt with tons of the girls here at camp, it wasn't new.

but for some reason, this time it made your blood boil.

luke was sitting by the campfire next to grace mcormick from athena cabin. stupid grace, you thought, except you knew she wasn't stupid. in fact, she was really smart, and pretty, and good with a sword. and shes annabeths sister, which already gave her a one up on you. because as much as you and annabeth were close, you weren't her actual sister, not like grace was.

and its not like you were insecure. not to brag, but you didn't really have much to be insecure about. you were a daughter of aphrodite (which guaranteed beauty and grace), you were pretty popular, and you were well trained with your own dagger. and it also wasn't like you got no male attention, you definitely got some.

so why did it bother you so much?

grace threw her stupid head back as she laughed at one of his stupid jokes, and you felt anger boil inside your chest. so what, hes making other girls laugh now?

you knew you were being irrational, and it was probably due to the red cup with some sort of alcoholic beverage in it, but you couldn't help it.

you knew luke was allowed to flirt, to kiss, to do whatever with whoever. but it didn't stop what you were all the sudden feeling.

jealously. red, hot, angry jealously.

"you good?" the voice of a child of ares, aaron, snaps you out of your envious trance as you sigh, taking another drink.

"fine," you mumble, turning to him. he has a confident smile on his face, his eyes flickering from the scene at the campfire back to your face.

he chuckles, "really? then why are you staring at them like you want to kill 'em?"

you sigh and cover your face with your free hand in embarrassment. "you saw that?"

he laughs again. "yeah, i saw that. but dont worry, dont think anyone else saw," you sigh in relief, "but, i mean, i only really noticed 'cause i was looking at you, so..."

oh. hes flirting.

you tilt your head at him, as if considering him. you could admit that he was attractive. he had brown hair and brown eyes, and he had a muscular build (which is expected of children of ares). from what you had seen, he was pretty funny, and confident - all of which you were attracted to.

but, you truly couldn't help it as a little voice nagged in the back of your mind - he isn't luke.

sensing you weren't going to say anything, aaron nodded his head towards the campfire. "so, whats goin' on with that? you n'luke".

you take a sip of your drink, shrugging, looking in that direction for a moment. "we're friends, i guess," you reply distractedly.

aaron hums. "so, he wouldn't mind that m'talkin' to you, right?"

you let out a giggle, though it feels forced. "no, of course not."

you don't let yourself look back at luke again, and instead try and focus on adrian - or was it aaron? you couldn't exactly remember, but you were conversing with him, and it wasn't unpleasant.

he was pretty nice, and easy to talk to you. he even made you laugh a few times. so when he suggested that the two of you get out of there, you decided to accept his offer.

he led you to a tree away from the gathering, and before you knew it, the two of you were kissing. alex-sorry, aaron, was going all in, tongue and all, and whilst you tried to get into it - you just couldn't. you remember luke at the campfire with grace, and you wondered if they had snuck away to do the same thing you were, and instead of your previous anger, you felt your heart ache with sadness. you didn't want luke to be kissing other girls, you wanted to be the only one. with that realization your eyelashes fluttered open and your eyes became glassy, so you pushed aaron off.

he looked at you confused, and maybe a bit annoyed. "what? what happened."

you felt guilt stir in your stomach. "i-im so sorry, i just cant." you begin running away, feeling not only sad, but embarrassed and confused.

eventually, you run into someone, and you look up to see luke.

"hey, i was just look- why are you crying?" he asks, interrupting himself.

you cover you face as a sob wracks your body. "im fine."

his hands grab your shoulders. "ok, your obviously not fine. just tell me."

you shake your head and remove your hands from your eyes. "nothing, i just feel stupid." you say quietly, wiping mascara stained tears off your cheeks.

luke sighs and looks around, realizing that there are other people around, so he takes you away from the crowd and into one of the empty cabins.

he closes the door behind him and looks are you expectantly. "does this have something to do with that ares kid you walked off with?"

you snap your head towards him with a confused expression. "what? no - well, kinda but, no," you groan and sit on a bed, "no, anthony - i mean, aaron, he was nice."

luke raised his brows at you. "you dont even know this kids name?" he asks, sounding critical. "and nice isn't really a characteristic of an ares kid, princess. besides, i know the kid, and hes a dick." he explains, crossing his arms.

you narrow your brows as you look up at him. "well, he was nice to me." you didnt know why you were acting like that. you had barely talked to the guy, and you trusted what luke was saying. maybe you wanted to make him jealous, the way he did.

he scoffs. "yeah, and that explains why your crying." he purses his lips, and takes a deep breath. you could tell he felt a little bad for being direct with you, so his expression softened up. "you should just stay away from him."

you let out a huff of indignation, standing up. "i wasnt crying because of him, ok, i was just frustrated," you explain, crossing your own arms, "and since when do you tell me what to do? i can make my own choices, y'know."

he sighs, running his hands down his face. "look, im sorry it came off like that, im just trying to protect you. your my best friend, obviously i care about you."

you scoff. "oh really? didnt look that way when you were basically drooling at grace all night."

luke steps back and raises his brows at you, his expression of mild frustration relaxing.

as if realizing how your words came across, you fold your lips inwards and look away.

"you're jealous," luke states. it wasnt a question, and he wasnt leaving room for debate. it was a fact. you were jealous.

"no," you splutter, backtracking. "of course not."

a smug smile makes its way to his features. "yes, you are. you're jealous."

more tears come into your eyes. he thinks its funny? "get over yourself luke, gods," you cross your arms and turn your head. "im glad its amusing to you," you sniff, before walking towards the door.

he grabs your wrist to pull you back. "no, no, thats not how i meant it. i-," he laughs a little, "gods, im sorry, princess, its not funny. its just...the whole reason i was even talking to grace was because i wanted to make you jealous." your eyes widen in realization, and you're left speechless.

"a-and i know how stupid that is, and i didnt think it would go this far but...i dont know, im sorry, princess, really."

its silent for a moment before you look up at him. hes looking down at you with so much affection, and admiration, that you cant help yourself but raise on your tippy toes and place a gentle kiss on his lips.

lukes hands immediately grabbed your waist and pulled you closer, and yours cupped his sharp jaw. your lips moved harmoniously against each other, and something about it felt just so right. after a few long seconds, you pull away and look up at him, your lashes fluttering.

you giggle then bite your lip. "gods, im a idiot." you mumble.

he chuckles. "no your not. i am. i should've just...i dont know, not tried to make you jealous."

you giggle. "well, now you know."

and without a single complaint, you and luke spent the rest of the night kissing in the empty cabin, whispering new promises to each other - including to never make the other jealous ever again.

[winterspellsfrozenkit]

Theory as to Why Disney's Hades Wanted to Overthrow Zeus

So, I was thinking recently about why Hades tries to overthrow Zeus in Disney's Hercules. The reason that the Muses give us is because he "thought the dead were dull and uncouth", but that feels super flimsy to me as an excuse. Especially when we see Hades say this:

He points out the scheme's been around for 18 years, which means that Hades had set up the hostile takeover scheme right around Hercules's birth, but he hadn't checked with the Fates until the day Zeus had that party for Hercules on Olympus. How do we know he hadn't checked before? Clotho tells Lachesis they are not supposed to tell anyone the future. I doubt she'd argue if they'd already told Hades the future of his plans before.

Also, while Hades may not like his job, his job makes him the most powerful king because EVERYONE will eventually become his subject. Why would he even want to rule over the living if he thinks the dead are so dull and uncouth? It's not like being dead robs you of intelligence or good manners... So why then would he want to rule Olympus and overthrow Zeus?

Well, I noticed this in the song "One Last Hope".

The song has Fall and Winter. If you've studied Greek Mythology, you know that means Hades is married because Fall and Winter happen in Greek mythology when Persephone is in the Underworld. We actually do see Persephone and Demeter in several shots on Olympus in the movie.

On top of that, Hades says this when he's offering his deal to Hercules.

I think that Hades decided to overthrow Zeus because he was angry that Persephone had to spend Spring and Summer with her mother, rather than being his wife and Queen all the time AND on top of that, he had to take the rap for Demeter causing a mass famine over her daughter's marriage to him. Here's why I think this.

When Hades shows up, he tries to break the ice with a joke, but we see the party glaring at him. You know who we don't see? Demeter, who by all accounts, SHOULD be there and the ANGRIEST with him. After all, in Greek myth, he kidnapped his wife. But she's noticeably ABSENT.

The ones glaring at him are Ares, Athena, Poseidon, Dionysus/Bacchus, and Aphrodite. All people who were likely massively affected by the massive famine Demeter put in place. Wars and tactical strategies don't go well if the people are starving to the point of death, repopulation drops if there's not enough food, if there's no grapes growing, there's no wine or drunken madness, and besides the ocean, Poseidon is also over horses and many horses likely died due to lack of plant growth. But they don't seem to be mad at Demeter, given Poseidon is chatting with her earlier in the scene.

Instead, all the ire seems to be directed at Hades, who, as far as we know, hasn't DONE anything to warrant that reaction. All he did was tell a poor joke, but everyone is looking at him like he caused a major problem by being there. Hades brushes their reactions off and starts trying to play nice and then Zeus grabs him and says, "You finally made it!" And notice Hades's face here:

Hades looks so uncomfortable with Zeus trying to make small talk, but he's trying to hide his negative emotions. He's forcing a smile and when Zeus asks how things are in the Underworld, he responds with this:

Hades, then focuses on Hercules, and doesn't seem to have a problem with him until he crushes his finger, but the point where Hades drops the mask and shows his ire is when Zeus says "Join the celebration!"

He says, "Hey! Love to, babe, but unlike you gods lounging about up here, I, regrettably, have a full-time gig, that you, by the way, so charitably bestowed on me, Zeus. So, can't. Love to but can't." He then quickly leaves.

I hear this as Hades subtly reminding Zeus that he has a taxing job that he can't be away from too long, especially now that the one person who SHOULD, by all means, be there to help him with the load of running the Underworld, can't be there half the time to help him get the excess work under control. Persephone, unlike the rest of the wives in the Greek Pantheon, has EQUAL power to Hades, which means that if she'd been able to be with him all year, they'd likely get the work done faster and could do things other than work.

Zeus makes a joke about Hades working himself to death, a few of the Olympians laugh, but again, Demeter and Persephone are missing from the scene.

Hades, however, is very upset at the joke at his expense and he mutters, "If only... If only..." when Zeus says he kills himself. Back in the Underworld, Hades says this about Zeus.

Now, we just saw Zeus be super welcoming to Hades at the party for Hercules. Why on Earth would Hades call Zeus "Mr. High and Mighty, Mr. "Hey, you, get off of my cloud"? I think Zeus behaved this way when Hades argued against the summons for Persephone to return to Demeter. Persephone is the Queen of the Underworld, and in myth, the reason Hades kidnapped Persephone? Her father, ZEUS, told him to do so.

Zeus is the reason for Persephone's kidnapping and marriage. Hades was following the law of Ancient Greece at the time. Ancient Greece was cool about many things, but women's rights? Not one of them. Greek men, if they wanted to get married, arranged it with the father of the bride. The mother and the bride herself had little to no say. So, in actuality, the one at fault when Demeter caused a mass famine? Zeus. The famine was actually targeting Zeus, because if all humans died, he'd get no more sacrifices, and all the dead become Hades and Persephone's subjects.

So I think that Zeus realized how ENRAGED Demeter was and made Persephone return to her mother, but Hades tried to argue against it because Persephone was his partner is a very demanding job and he'd gotten Zeus's permission, but Zeus used his title as King to force Hades to comply. As in, "I already decided, so we're done talking about it. Now, leave and go home." That would explain also why Hades says this:

Another thing I see as a hint to Hades attempting to overthrow Zeus because he's mad about the Persephone situation? When he's in the mortal world, Hades only destroys a few things. One is the statue of lovers that he uses as a throne when he's questioning Meg about Hercules's weakness, another is the vases of Hercules because he's mad that he can't beat him, but the other two? Plant life.

In the Homeric Hymn to Demeter, the main source for the Hades and Persephone myth, it's Demeter who brings back spring and plant life because she's happy about Persephone's return to her, not Persephone herself making the plants grow. While this could just be Hades taking out his frustrations on his surroundings, I find it interesting that he DECIMATES a grove of trees because Hercules is alive and could muck up his plans and that he burns a flower when he figures Hercules's weakness, which are often a sign of Springtime. It's almost like he's taking out his anger at Demeter's famine costing him his wife by destroying the plant life that Demeter creates as some small way to vent his frustrations. And speaking of Hercules's weakness, once Meg points out that monsters haven't been working against Hercules, Hades says this:

Now, given by this point, we KNOW due to "One Last Hope" that Hades and Persephone are married. I think this played into him figuring out to use Meg against Hercules. On top of that, Hades says this when Hercules is worried about innocent people getting hurt because of the deal:

I think Hades might have the same mentality about overthrowing Olympus. Having his wife back is more important to him than the ire of the rest of Olympus. Having his wife back is more important than keeping the Titans locked away. Having his wife back is worth being hated by all of Greece. Given the short time frame of his plot and all these other little things in his behavior, I really do think the reason that Hades decided to overthrow Zeus was so he could reverse the order for Persephone to spend half the year with him and half the year with her mother. But that's just my little theory/headcanon.

TLDR: I think the reason Hades tried to overthrow Zeus in Disney's Hercules was because he was angry he could only be with Persephone half the year.

[zarnzarn]

@irondork tags on the first post made me go heheh out loud so heres part two of the reverse odyssey au

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1/2/3/4

They set out in the morning.

Laertes and Anticles have taken over the throne until they return with the lost king, tears in their eyes as they wave the ship off, the smallest and sleekest one, fitted with twice the sails. Penelope and Telemachus keep their eyes on Ithaca until the last moment, her nails digging into his shoulder as they stand at the bow, and then she sighs and turns them to the captain's cabin with determination.

They turn into the open ocean with nothing but hope, all thirty five men that could fit in the boat rowing unrelentingly. She remembers some of them from the march out. They had left years ago as farmers and theives, come back as weatherbeaten soldiers, loyal and hardworking.

And guilty. Grieving, even, that their king gave up his life for them, thirty-five of them with either no one to go home to, or over-dedicated to the king, or filled with some odd sense of machismo, Cmietine had said, the night before they left.

Penelope knew better. They loved her husband, these men, to the bone, as had all the others who had begged and pleaded to be chosen to come. She knew better than anyone what it was like, after all, to have Odysseus look at you with his Athena-gifted eyes, to have him pull you in with a warm around your shoulders and a rakish grin as he flattered and joked and laughed. Knew better than anyone what it felt like to be caught in his wit and loyalty, to have his love and knew that helplessly, you could not help but love him in return. And for him to have fought by their side for ten years, brought almost every man home alive?

She knew the men loved Odysseus.

And she would use that well.

"Full speed ahead!" She shouts, trying to remember the confidence of her husband's orders, and keeps her eyes on the birds.

The first year, they sail until they run out of food, all the way back to Troy and then around, with one man in each direction awake at all times to search for even a glimpse of their wayward king. Penelope demands stories while they sail, of every scrap of her Odysseus from their eyes, encouraging them with what she can, making plans and strategies with Polites and Eurylochus and everyone else for when they find him.

They treat her with respect, to her surprise, never favouring another's order over hers or hesitantly explaining the reasons why they couldn't instead of dismissing her outright, that she wryly thinks must be at least partly borne of fear.

"I mean no offense, my lady," one of them says one day, rowing hard as he talks, after she says this. "But he really never shut up about you, ever. He once spent an entire evening after battle yelling at us how you would have done better."

She laughs at the thought, cheeks hot, even as the other sailors yell about disrespect and conduct before the queen and throw various things at the young man's yelping face.

Telemachus grows well on the ship. He finds it as easy to adapt as both his parents, and is beloved by the sailors as their own as he learns to handle ropes and oars and sails.

He does not understand the curse, does not understand why the adults around him weep so much, only knows that his father now swims in the waters and needs to be brought home.

Perhaps that is why he is the one to glimpse the scales in the water on the day they run out of food, despite Penelope's strictest rationing, when they all gather on the deck to hang their heads before one last speech, as the order is finally given to turn the ship back around home.

"Hello!" He shouts, waving wildly. "I'm Telemachus! Your son!"

His father blinks at him with five eyes- greyer than his, but still grey like his own- then smiles widely, waving back.

Telemachus hears gasps and cries and his mother's shout, but doesn't really wanna turn- he's finally seeing his father! After so long! Which means they can finally go home!

Penelope nearly trips them both overboard with how hard she rushes into him, one hand to her mouth as she sees Odysseus at last, at last. He looks gaunt, tail no longer silver but bright with dappled orange and red and yellow, dark brown like his hair, and they watch his expression wobble and tears leak onto his wet face as all thirty five of them clamber to the side of the ship, trembling with emotion as they shout greetings at him.

"Odysseus!" Penelope screams, laughing with joy as she gathers her chlamys up and steps onto the edge of the ship, ignoring the panicked rush of men trying to grab at her and the begging for Telemachus to stop trying to follow her bad examples. "Come here, you great idiot- where have you been?"

He swims closer almost hesitantly, diving under a wave and then reappearing next to the boat. He looks- shy, of all things, something like raw fear crossing his face as he flicks his tail and comes closer, even as the men run to get the nets, the ropes, the tub. Penelope laughs and reaches over the bow of the ship to strain downwards, arm outstretched to her husband, tears streaming down her face as he catches the next wave enough to meet the tips of her fingers.

And then Eurylochus next to her bellows, "NO!"

They all nearly jump out of their skin, and Penelope turns to look at her brother-in-law running across the deck to where one sailor is undoing the rope wound around a dirty rucksack, bag falling from his hand in shock.

Odysseus' fingers barely touch her own as the wave passes by, and then the winds of Aeolus still trapped in the bag burst out in a furious maelstrom, carrying their ship away in one direction, pushing the ocean waters in a forceful blow in the opposite, leaving Penelope screaming her husband's name in desperation as they're pulled apart once more.

Odysseus' answering scream of horror carries on the wind back to them, and then nothing at all.

[leeknow-thoughts]

୨୧ WAITING ROOM

𝝑𝝔 son of Athena!Lee Know x Cursed!Fem!Reader

𝝑𝝔 cw: Lee Know has mommy issues, Lee Know is immortal, reader is cursed, angst, suicide, mentions of self harm, mentions of gore and death, there is no happy ending, not very detailed smut, smut with feelings

𝝑𝝔 skz hyung line Greek god!AU m.list | skz maknae line Greek god!AU m.list

He always had hated his mother. Ever since adolescence, the thought of her made his skin crawl. He hated how she was brave, and how that meant he had to be brave. He hated how she was born from her father's head.

How she had a city named after her. How she was gracious to everyone except for him. How she cursed him with immortality.

He hated how he couldn't hate his mother. His mother cursed you.

Like everyone was to him, you were a glimpse. A glance taken around the lecture hall. Eyes mistakenly landing on yours. That's all anyone could be for him; a simple glance.

You were beautiful though, he noticed. At least to him you were. No other boys seemed to glance in your direction for very long. He took another look at you.

Your hair was pulled up messily, your shirt had stains on it, yet you were beautiful. You scribbled on a piece of paper at your seat across the lecture hall from him. Positively not paying attention to the biology professor in the front of the room.

You. You. He found you, yet again.

He remembered you suddenly, a blurry memory that he couldn't put the date on. Your hair. He recognized your hair. He saw it over all the lifetimes he lived.

But why couldn't he know your name? The name from your first lifetime.

"y/n!" he remembered screaming.

"Minho! Go run! Run!" you cried.

y/n, that was your name.

y/n.

The girl who died in Pompeii. The girl who he begged for his mother to spare, to bring back to him.

"Minho?" a tap awoke him from his thought.

He turned around to face you, it was you. "What's your name?" he immediately asked even though he knew you.

"y/n and you're Minho," you smile.

"You know me?" he asks.

You pause, "you don't know me?"

I've known you for eons he says in his head.

He thought of Pompeii. "Pompeii?" he questions out loud.

"You remember Pompeii?"

"I remember you," he whispered.

You had the blanket covering you from the coldness of your room. The landlord just wouldn't fix your heater, even if it was in the middle of winter.

"Fucking hell," Minho mumbles as he enters your room, "it's cold as fuck in here."

"You can thank my shitty landlord for that, he won't fix the damn heater."

"I'll get you an electrician, it's like below freezing in here," Minho mumbles.

"With what money?"

"Sweetheart I'm immortal, I have more than enough money to my name after thousands of years of existing," he reminds you.

"I forget you're literally like Edward Cullen, you freaking vampire," you chuckle.

"I am not Edward Cullen," he persists.

He was now laying next to you, "I am not as pale as him," he continues.

"Are you wearing jeans on my bed right now?" you look at him with disgust.

"Minho," you blurt.

The noise from the TV above the fireplace becoming background music in your ears. "Mhm," he hums, his eyes fixated on the TV screen.

"Are you brave?" you ask, "like, your mom is Athena, so are you like her, are you fearless? Do you have no quest too grand to conquer?"

He chuckles, "no, I'm quite cowardly," he replies.

"Why can't she live?" he begs his mother.

"Minho, she is still alive," his mother reminds him.

"Yeah but for how long? How long until she is gonna die? How long until I have to look for her in her next life?" he yells in despair.

"Minho she is cursed with reincarnation, you know there is nothing you can do."

"Minho?" you ask the boy who is laying next to you in bed.

He looks up at you, "make love to me?" you ask.

He is gentle when he makes love to you, just like always. He kisses over your skin and takes your breast into his mouth like always. But this time feels different. Like he is studying your body. Like this will be the last time he holds you.

You don't question his desperation, figuring it was just due to the lack of time you had spent with him recently.

He gently pushes into you and watches over every way your face contorts with pleasure. He holds you close to him as he buries himself inside your cunt. Mumbling sweet words into your ear while you cum around him.

Taking his time building up his own orgasm before spilling into you his seed.

"Minho," you call out to him, he perks his head up and looks at you, "tell me the story of how we first met," you request.

You curl up into his side, his arms draped around you lovingly.

"Well, we were both kids, living in the village next to Pompeii, your mother was a baker and your father was a farmer. Your parents prayed to my mother, and my mother sent me to bless them one night," he pauses, rubbing circles on your lower back, "and so I walked into your house, and was going to leave the money my mother had sent me to give to your parents but you saw me. You thought I was stealing from you," he chuckles at the memory, "and then instead of doing the logical thing like waking your parents up, you handed me a piece of bread and told me that I didn't have to steal food. D'you remember that?" he asks softly.

"Mhm," you nod your head, "and you told me your little secret," you recall.

He's never been more sure of anything in his entire life. This he knows, he knows he is tired of watching you die.

He knows he must die to break your cycle of reincarnation.

He holds the knife to his wrists and doesn't think twice before cutting them.

He'll wait for you in the underworld. And that is the only comfort he has as life leaves his body. Knowing you and him will one day be reunited.

You sit next to the headstone where he is buried and wipe away any of the dirt and grime that has accumulated on the surface.

The word 'brave' carved into the stone right below his name.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

omg??? Why am I already tearing up over this fic???

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IDK but I'm glad!!!

78 for 🪞:

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A very new, very much still getting to know each other couple. That hardly seems to factor into a decision like this. 

“You’re serious,” Buck says. 

“As serious as you were when you suggested it to us,” Bobby replies.

“You think I could do it?” Buck asks. 

Bobby smiles. “I do. But it’s a big decision. Huge. Don’t jump in either direction without thinking it through.”

Buck feels a little frozen. He did not come here thinking this was an option he’d live with. He’d counted himself out. Assumed he wasn’t a plausible choice. But something wriggles around in his brain at the thought of being the person to do this. Something positive. He’s always wanted to be a father. He hadn’t exactly considered this pathway. But why not? This is pretty much the age he met Christopher, and Christopher isn’t biologically his, and he couldn’t love that kid any more. He knows he could feel the same way about another kid, the right kid. And this does seem sort of… Serendipitous? 

“And you know...” Bobby continues. “Whatever you decide, you have a whole family of people here who support you and who would help you.”

Buck’s shoulders sag a little. 

“Thank you,” he says quietly.

He has a lot to think about now. 

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Wrestling with a big question about his life, Buck goes to the next most important person he has to factor into his decision-making. Eddie. 

“Do you think I could adopt a kid?” Buck asks when he shows up to Eddie’s, unannounced, directly after leaving Bobby and Athena’s apartment.

Eddie blinks, clearly thrown. He’s sitting in his living room folding laundry in front of the television. 

“Is this about Pipe Baby?” He asks.

“Her name is Dove,” Buck reminds him. “And yes.”

“Dove,” Eddie amends. “I’m not sure what you’re asking, Buck.”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you asking if you are actually able to adopt a child or if I think you’d be good at it?” Eddie asks. 

“Both?” Buck asks, walking into the living room to flop down on the couch beside Eddie.

“Well, I don’t know anything about the process,” Eddie says. “So to the first point, I have no clue. To the second point, you already know what I think.”

“I do?” Buck asks.

Eddie rolls his eyes. “I didn’t make you Christopher’s guardian in the case of my death because I think you’d be a shitty parent.”

Right. Eddie has a lot of faith in him. 

“But that’s Christopher,” Buck points out. “I already know him.”

Buck has already thought about this, of course. He just wants Eddie’s opinion.

“But you didn’t always,” Eddie says. “And you always treated him like he was important and capable and worth getting to know, anyway.”

“Because he is,” Buck replies.

“You don’t think she is, too?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah. I do think she probably is,” Buck admits.

“Then there you go.”

“That easy, huh?” Buck asks.

“That easy,” Eddie answers.

“You’re not going to try and talk me out of it? Tell me how hard it’ll be?”

Eddie shrugs, focusing back on his laundry. “You can ask Hen how hard it’ll be. She knows better than anyone. As for talking you out of it? I know how you are when you get your head fixated on a problem.”

[hippolotamus]

Fuck it Friday 🪩

Tagged by the lovely and talented @spotsandsocks @buckaroosheart @wikiangela @fortheloveofbuddie @giddyupbuck @tizniz @daffi-990 @diazsdimples (do go check their snippets, creations and fics posted today!) 😘 Some more mirrorball from Eddie's POV (prev snippet here)

Eddie feels his cheeks flush and can only hope the dim lighting makes it less obvious. Because now he is wondering about Arsen. What he would look like on his knees, knelt between Eddie’s legs. What his hair would feel like with Eddie’s fingers threaded through it, tugging and guiding. Eddie needs to leave. Right fucking now.  “Gonna call it a night, guys.” He downs the last of his beer, hastily placing it on the table with an awkward thunk. “See you Monday.”  He’s met with a chorus of goodbyes, as well as a few pleas to hang out longer. It’s flattering, but he really has to get out of there before the semi he’s sporting becomes obvious. Well, more obvious. Eddie doesn’t look back as he exits the club. He forces himself to keep moving forward, to resist any urge to glance at the stage. He refuses to acknowledge anything other than the dark stretch of road until he pulls into a parking spot at Athena’s.  Once he’s inside the diner, he finally lets his defenses drop. “A little late for you to be out.” Bobby, the owner’s husband, teases, greeting him with a smile. “No Christopher tonight?” “Nah, he’s home with my sisters, but I’ll be sure to bring him next time. How are Athena and the kids?” If Bobby notices him changing the subject so as not to have to answer anymore questions about his night, he thankfully doesn't mention it. “Well, May and Harry are spending the weekend with Michael and David. And Athena-” Bobby looks fondly in the direction of the diner’s small office. “You know her, nose to the grindstone with paperwork. I’m hoping to make her take tomorrow off.” “Good luck with that,” Eddie says with a chuckle.  “Thanks.” Bobby playfully sighs, as if he knows he’s fighting a losing battle. “Need a menu?” Even if he wasn’t already worked up about earlier, already decided on his comfort food, Eddie wouldn’t need one. He’s got the offerings memorized by now.  “I’m good. Just a coffee and a peach cobbler, if you don’t mind.” Bobby gives him a knowing look, as if Eddie’s order speaks volumes about why he’s here. Like Bobby knows he's about to zone out, while pretending he's fine, as he absentmindedly drinks his coffee and shovels dessert in his mouth. “Sure thing. Coming right up.”

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[annonymouslyannoying]

If one more person calls Athena's design bad I'm gonna have a brain aneurism I actually can't with you people.

In the Dual Destinies artbook, it is stated that Athena was specifically designed to have a more manga/anime influenced appearance, and I think they accomplished that with flying colors.

She doesn't look the same as Phoenix and Apollo, but that was never their intention at all. Whether you LIKE the direction they went with her design is of course, entirely subjective, but you cannot call it a failure of a design.

BUT ANYWAY I'm about to justify many design elements that I've seen people criticize.

The side ponytail. ONE THAT I'VE SEEN MANY PEOPLE DISOWN FOR... Seemingly no reason? Either way it's clearly stated here that the side ponytail was used to make her silhouette more distinguishable.

Her more futuristic elements were also VERY MUCH INTENTIONAL- Not to mention they are quite literally justified within the game, with Athena having been raised in a robotics lab at the space center, and having a very heavy technology motif, especially with widget.

I've also seen people complain about her boots, to which I say I think they do a good job matching the rest of her color scheme as well as furthering the futuristic/manga vibe they were going for.

As you can see, both the boots and the side ponytail were prevalent in a lot of these early designs, and they also played around with the idea of her ponytail resembling a music note.

As you can see, the overly futuristic vibe was always there, and she was never intended to just LOOK like an ordinary lawyer- And honestly, I'm glad they did something like this to distinguish Athena from both Apollo and Phoenix.

Her wearing primarily yellow helps to tie her in, but she also stands out in her own way, which makes sense, since neither Apollo or Phoenix were designed to reflect their backstories or specific themes.

Phoenix was literally designed to be a lawyer, and Apollo was literally designed to be another Phoenix (no offense, I love Apollo and his design haha).

Not to mention they do a good job sticking to the few distinct colors they chose for her, bright yellow, blue, and white. Which reflect her personality perfectly- Like, you get what she's all about the second she comes on screen.

I guess this is why the claims that she is over designed seem to piss me off to no end. AGAIN- She is definitely more detailed than Phoenix and Apollo, and is definitely a departure from the style of the series, but that doesn't make the design cluttered or bad.

NOT TO MENTION- Athena was the first protagonist to be specifically designed to become a 3d model. And it makes sense that they would utilize that medium in a way for her design DIFFERENTLY than those of her 2d predecessors- So again, the extra detail makes sense.

SO ANYWAYS- Long story short, got really sick of people echoing opinions about Athena's design being bad, so I wanted to educated anyone reading on why I personally think that she is the best designed protagonist in the ace attorney series- And her design is deserving of a lot more love.

[diazheartsbuckley]

🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

Here you go my love 😘

“So if you tried to uh-..” Eddie has to pause his sentence to take it all in, to realize what Buck has just told him. He gets why he kept it to himself and he gets why this is an even deeper betrayal of Buck’s trust. And he knows how much it took for them to get to this point.

“Kill him, then why isn’t it considered attempted murder? I don’t understand this. I-…” Eddie stops himself completely from talking because he doesn’t want to make this conversation even more complicated than it already is.

Buck chews on his bottom lip, weighing his words because he has never shared this with anyone else. Only Maddie, Bobby and Athena. They were the only ones who should know about it but Eddie has become so important in his life that he wants to share that piece of his past. And parts of him also want to shut Eddie up about him not getting a gun because of his criminal record. Although right now, he isn’t sure that Eddie is still worthy of his trust because he went behind his back, behind Athena’s back and got his sealed records.

“Because my adoptive mom protected me. She had arrested me several times before that and she knew that I wasn’t safe but CPS wasn’t listening. So she uh-…” Buck says, exhaling deeply as he fiddles with his thumbs, not looking in Eddie’s direction as tears start to fall.

“She made a compelling case to the judge. I mean, not that compelling because it wasn’t considered self defense but it’s better than attempted murder. She promised the judge that I’d be her personal responsibility. And her and Bobby had recently been approved as emergency foster care providers, so they took me in and uh, they ended up adopting me even though I tried to keep them at a distance”

Make me write ✍🏻

[wildwinterlunas]

@kushion55

I DIDN'T EVEN THINK ABOUT THE MEI THING OMG-

She isn't a soldier either and she didn't even expect she'd be fighting, but unlike Angela she willing to. She's a lot more positive about it too!!

Not only that but I talked with one of my friends about this, and I've talked about my head cannon that Amelie and Cassidy were friends pre-Talon. But in the serious theory direction I honestly think that if Widow gets a redemption and joins Overwatch to help take down Talon. I think they'd be able to relate to each other to a certain extent. Neither of them would be who they are without the specific circumstances that lead up to it. Without the Crisis, without Talon, they would just be regular people. Neither of them wanted to be soldiers but here they are fighting a war anyway. The same goes for if Sombra and Sigma join too. Honestly Cassidy relating to ex-Talon agents and being the first to empathise with them is an interesting storyline on it's own, but adding Cassidy feeling like he finally fits in because he's no longer the only ex-criminal on the team? That he isn't the only one who didn't imminently do good in the world and that he's not the only one that doesn't feel like he's a solider?

That would be a great character arc.

This also relates to what you said about Ana not mentioning Cassidy in this line;

Though Cassidy does have an a similar outlook on situations to what Angela, Sojourn and Lena have, there are couple of differences. Cassidy, for one, has a larger understanding on why someone would join Talon, why they would cause harm. Something we see all three of these characters struggle with. Being someone who was a criminal gives him a lot more empathy and patience towards those who are still on that path.

We see Cassidy, though non-canon, interact with Talon agents and he seems rather chill with them, complementing Widows aim, being patient and joking around with Sigma, being fairly casual with Sombra. Meanwhile in canon we see that though the introduction was rough, Cassidy genuinely likes and trusts Baptiste but he also aware enough of the people around him to know to encrypt Baptistes file. It also seems that he and Athena knows that he's in contact with Sombra;

Again I think the reason Cassidy wasn't mentioned is because he doesn't think the same way Angela, Lena and Sojourn do, and Ana knows this. If we look at what Ana says to Cass in "New Blood";

yes it has similar tones to what was said in Valkyrie but it is still different;

With Cassidy she goes into more detail, talks about him specifically, no mention of anyone else. To me Ana seems a lot more vulnerable here. With Angela, compared to what she says to Cassidy, it's rather simple, though they still have a core message;

This message is key both in similarity and in the differences of these conversations. In Valkery it seems that Ana just thinks Angela should go help in some way or another. With Cassidy she is actively setting him up to be a leader. Nothing says this more than the final moments of the conversations;

She leaves Angela for her to decide what she should do.

But with Cassidy?

She tells him to learn from the past, encourages him to not make the same mistakes in it, to make a new Overwatch. Which is what we see him doing in the last cut scene of Liberation;

"Jack Morrison is off chasing ghosts, he's not coming back."

The only member of the old guard he actively suggests they bring back is Sojourn, because he knows that she's got the battle strategy they need in order to better their chances against Null Sector. The fact that he's the one to suggest it as well and not Winston is telling as well.

Cassidy think differently both from the old guard and the second generation, Cassidy isn't the type to quietly retire, he also isn't the type of person to fight meaningless battles. He's not made for peace but he's also not made for war. He's made for change.

And Ana knows this, and I think Jack knows this too. Afterall Ana wasn't the one gathering info on Talon, Jack was.

Sorry this ended up longer than I expected, went on a bit of a tangent-

[theacedragon0w0]

Spa Squad Day

CHAPTER 4(FINAL): XANA AND SAGE

Xana and Rosalina belongs to @mirconreadzztuff22

Hazel and Willow belongs to @puffymucher

Vlk, Orion and Athena belongs to @imapuppy5000

Sydney belongs to @tamberwoof

Sage sighed as she watched Hazel chase after Vlk, turning in the opposite direction, Sage navigated their way to the hot house, they felt a bit guilty on not inviting her two girls to join them but Sage preferred them to not having to sit through the heat for her sake. They found the locker room that the group already dropped off their stuff, Sage uninstalled their prosthetic, locking it in case if anyone wanted to pull a funny prank with the expensive tool. After changing, Sage got into the large sauna, the place having the subtle aroma of wood as the coals radiated the steam. Sage found a bench that was big enough and they laid back, allowing their shoulders to relax. Sage was so used to the loudness from their friends and to extent their partner, it felt unnervering as they were adjusting to the only sounds of the coals sizzling. It did calm them eventually, as it reminded them of the sound of them frying up vegetables.

Fuck, Sage chuckled, is cooking and fighting the only thing I can think of? No, she figured, there was the motorcycle that Vlad and Stripes gave to them, there were times where Sage helped out with styling Velvette's hair, and there was that time when even they performed during one of those drag shows.

"Hey, mind if I sit here?"

Returning back to the sauna, Sage was surprised to see Xana there, "Oh! Oh, yeah no problem, I mean I don't know why I would have a say in where you sit."

Xana took a seat next to Sage, letting her head back as she exhaled, "True, I gotta be honest I didn't expect you of all people to be by themselves,"

Sage rubbed their buzzcut, "well I didn't want anyone risk getting a heatstroke for my sake you know? I mean it wouldn't be fair if I was the only one having a good time."

Xana playfully punched Sage's arm, "Fuck man, not even on vacation and you still think of other's before your own, haven't you once thought of something you wanted to do regardless of what other's say?"

Sage gawked, "Of course I have!"

Xana was starting to enjoy where this conversation was going, "Oh yeah? Name me one instance where you went off to do your own thing without thinking about us or your wives."

"There is that drag performance,"

"That your ex coworkers twisted your arm to join,"

"There was that dinner date with Rosalina,"

"Where you let her pick the place AND outfit for you,"

Sage was starting to get frustrated, but they thought one final thing, "Well I chose Velvette and Hazel over staying at the hotel during extermination,"

"And you were there in the first place because the hotel needed ya to make one last meal."

Sage then swatted Xana with their tail. "So what if I'm selfless? If anything my existence has been a lot better because of it."

"Heh, whatever you say people pleaser."

After a couple of minutes of silence, Sage nudged Xana, "Hey, I didn't get to say it before but I am really gratefully for what you guys did for me with the whole Crystal thing."

Xana shrugged, "Aaah, it wasn't a big deal, the cunt had what was coming to her, but you could give me another microwave if you are feeling so generous."

Sage chuckled, "like you need a second microwave, I don't think Verosika would be impressive by you putting two frozen burritos into a radioactive glow box."

Xana placed her hand on her chest, "Sage! Being sarcastic? I didn't think I would see the day!"

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Sage was slight disappointed that they took longer than usual during the heat treatment, but they figured that Hazel would like a couple's massage session at home, as both Sage and Xana made their way to the food court to join the others for an early dinner.

However, both barely enter the banquet when they saw the food war that was occurring, Iris, Willow, Vlk and Hazel were on one side while Athena, Sydney, and Orion were at the other. Large portions of foods were being flung across the large table, from cakes to fruit to even chunks of meat. Sage was about to say something when a large pie landed smack dab on her face, Xana hiding behind them as a shield.

The room was silent, as no one knew how Sage would react, Hazel stepped forward, "Bluebell? Sugarcube? Are you ok?" Grabbing a handful of napkins to wipe the reptiles face, but she push Hazel aside, reaching for one of the cakes that wasn't smashed yet, "You know Xana, you're right"

"Huh?"

"I should act more impulsively, at least for the next hour!" Chucking the cake at Xana's chest.

Xana cackled, "Oh it's fucking ON!"

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Needless to say the group wore the lifetime ban from the resort like battle ridden men.

Brother this was so much fun to write shoutout to all the pookies mentioned above

[alexiafeyblogpost]

Meeting Detective Ema Skye (Alexia AU)

“Well, let’s see what we can find here,” Apollo murmurs.

Trucy looks around, as if she’s searching for something or someone, a detail the rookie attorney doesn’t miss.

“Is something wrong, Truce?”

She turns to look at him. “Oh, it’s nothing. It just seemed strange to me that we were able to get in here so easily. Normally, someone is watching to make sure unauthorized people don’t enter.”

Before Apollo can say anything, someone interrupts him.

“Hey! Stop right there!” a woman calls out.

When they both turn to see where the voice came from, they spot a brunette woman running toward them.

She stops in front of the two young people, “Phew… I made it in time…”

Now that they have her in front of them, they can see her much better. The woman has long brown hair with a bow, two strands over her shoulder, and bangs in the front. Her irises are a grayish sapphire color. She’s wearing a pink shirt, a green vest with gold buttons, a white coat reaching below her knees, brown capri pants, black high heels, and a red tie.

Trucy nods to herself, “I thought it was strange not to see anyone watching over this place.”

“Uh… who are you?” Apollo asks.

The woman seems to catch her breath. “I’m the detective in charge of this place. My name is Ema Skye.”

“Ema… Skye…?” Trucy murmurs thoughtfully, before something seems to click. “Oh! You’re Miss Skye!?”

‘Ema’ looks at her with curiosity, “Do we know each other?”

“What?!” The girl looks at her, annoyed. “How can you not know me?!”

Apollo looks at her, intrigued. “Truce, do you know her?”

“Well, yes! She was Alexia’s assistant when she defended Ms. Lana Skye.”

This response makes the woman’s bored expression brighten a bit, “You know Alexia Wright?”

Apollo answers, “Um… She’s Trucy’s older sister, and she’s also my senior colleague at the Wright & Co. Law Offices.”

“What?! Alexia Wright has another sister?!”

“You seem surprised. I bet she hasn’t said anything about me, has she?” Ema shakes her head, “I thought so… I’ll have a good talk with her later…”

“W-well, if you’re Alexia’s little sister and you her junior colleague… then I’m available to help you in any way I can!”

Trucy smiles. “Great.”

“Oh, uh, thanks,” Apollo murmurs, relieved. “Could you tell us a bit about the case?”

“Sure, what would you like to know?”

Apollo thinks for a few seconds, “I already know the main details of the case thanks to Detective Faraday…” before asking, “So, why don’t you tell me something about who’s handling this case?”

Ema smiles. “You mean the prosecutor?” she turns, pointing off into the distance. “That’s her. Prosecutor Athena Edgeworth.”

“Edgeworth, huh?” the attorney murmurs, “That’s quite a name around here.”

As soon as Trucy hears the prosecutor’s name, she turns her gaze toward where the detective pointed, indeed seeing a girl with long orange hair tied in a ponytail and wearing yellow clothing. There’s a visible boredom on her face as a police officer reports on the investigation.

The prosecutor senses someone watching her, so she turns toward the direction from where the gaze came, and the two girls lock eyes. The legal assistant in blue waves toward her. Athena returns the greeting with the same gesture, though more calmly, as a small smile forms on her lips. After a few seconds, she turns her attention back to the officer, once again with a look of total boredom.

Trucy chuckles a bit nervously, “(It must not be such an interesting case if someone like her is acting like that.)”

But, well, she couldn’t get distracted by her friend right now; she needed to pay attention to everything the detective was telling them.

“(Here comes Justice, served in the Wright way!)”

[tiltingheartand]

so i’ve been thinking about 9-1-1 and communication, recently, for a lot of reasons, actually. and i know that i, specifically, like to talk about how a lot of the issues in this show would be pre-empted/resolved if people would just fucking talk to each other, but as irritating as it is, it’s also – i don’t know. it feels very realistic, to me? 

like, classic example, the lawsuit. i am not here to debate the merit of the lawsuit itself, that is not what i’m talking about and i don’t want to derail the discussion in that direction. but. bobby expresses concerns about buck and his general state of readiness to athena, but never actually says any of that to buck himself. bobby is the one who’s actually actively holding buck back (“i’m the dumbass”), but he never tells buck until that dinner at his and athena’s house. which is why buck was so upset – bobby never actually brought any of that up to him so they could actually discuss it. he just went with it. 

and i like to shout BOBBY JUST GO TALK TO YOUR SON at the television a lot, but also – would he have? because i’ve seen a few different posts circulating about how sometimes characters in fic talk like they’ve been in therapy for 20 years when they very much haven’t, or how it’s not “he would not fucking say that” but “he does not have the emotional intelligence to say that”, and … would bobby actually go talk to buck? or would he just … not bring it up, instead, because actually talking about it will destabilize things, and because he does actually know he treats buck differently than the rest of the 118 but he doesn’t want to think about it? (look at his conversation with athena – she brings up may and harry, bobby says “buck’s not my kid, though” or words to that effect.) 

or the problems bobby and athena have at the end of s4 – like, not to hash them all out or anything, but bobby himself explicitly tells athena that he was upset that she thought about retiring and never even mentioned it to him, which is its own problem, and then he was upset about it and continued to not bring it up and let it fester. because destabilizing. and those are things that make perfect sense for people to do, even if letting things fester is approximately The Worst thing you can do for something like this. 

eddie diaz, who tends to make decisions that affect a whole bunch of people and then just go with it – enlisting, re-enlisting, leaving the 118 – never actually talks to anyone that it’ll affect. i tell him TALK TO YOUR FUCKING CHILD a lot in my head, but he wouldn’t, because that’s not who he is. (he’ll just keep all his feelings right here, and then one day, he’ll die.) or even, at this current moment, the trainwreck that is his love life – even discounting whatever the fuck is going on with kim, it really seems like he’s looking for someone who can be a mother figure for his kid, but … his kid’s old enough he remembers his mom. he doesn’t need another mom. they’ve never actually talked about it, though, because in eddie’s eyes it’s obvious and christopher has no idea that’s what’s even going on. 

like. i don’t know. this probably isn’t anything anyone hasn’t said already, but it’s been flicking at my mind every so often. it’s unfortunately one of the more realistic things in this show. (... we’re just not going to discuss where our suspension of disbelief breaks, because everyone’s is different, but … seriously.) and it’s not the, you know, classic sitcom-whatever where person a goes I CAN EXPLAIN and person b goes NO FUCK YOU and leaves. (... not that they swear like that in sitcoms. anyway.) not the annoying “a two-minute conversation would have solved this” thing – actual genuine problems.

[heaven-s-black-box]

Watch your Back- Wright Anything Agency

Return to File

Recovery date: August 13th, 2020

Description: Phoenix is going through some papers during a recess when he gets shot.

Notes: Recovered in conjunction with researcher @thisusername-istaken, we once again thank them for their contributions.

Word count: 705

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“The court will now take a five minute recess.”

“Hey Nick, I’ve gotta run to the bathroom, meet you back in the courtroom,”Maya called, as she ran the opposite direction of the defense lobby. Phoenix waved at her.

The court was taking a short recess so the prosecution could process some new evidence. Phoenix, ever the devoted lawyer, decided to go over his case once more. At this point though, it was a sure fire win. His client was most definitely innocent, and he was pretty sure the witness had really done it.

The door to the defense lobby clicked open and closed.

Without looking up, Phoenix said, “Hey Maya, that was fast.”

***

“The court will no-Has anyone seen the defense?” The judge asked, only now realizing that Maya was the only one there. Everyone looked around, as they realized Phoenix was nowhere in the room. “Would someone please go fetch Mr.Wright, it’s not like him to be late.”

A sinking feeling formed in both Maya and Miles’s gut.

“If you don’t mind, your honor, may I accompany Ms. Fey in looking for the defense?”

“Alright, please hurry.”

***

“Nick?Nick!” Maya called, as they made their way towards the defense lobby.

“Wright, where are you? The trial can’t start without you. You’d better-” He opened the door to the defense lobby, and Maya gasped.

“Phoenix!”They both yelled, as the rushed forwards.

Phoenix Wright lay, part way to the door, in a small pool of his own blood. He was face down and reaching towards the door, like he’d been trying to get out of the room. The papers he’d been looking at earlier were laying on the floor, and there was a small trail of blood from the couch. 

“Maya go get help, call an ambulance on your way,” Miles spoke calmly, and although it took Maya a second, she moved quickly.

“I’ll be quick,” she said as she left.

“Come on Phoenix,” Miles whispered, as he rolled his friend over carefully. The front of his vest was soaked in blood and his chest was still moving, albeit slowly. “You can’t die now, what’ll happen to Trucy? Or the office?” He began to press on the wound. “How long have you been here?” He muttered.

***

Steady beeps filled the hospital room, as Phoenix slept. They’d gotten him to the hospital just in time. The bullet had hit his liver, but it had mostly been tissue damage. If they had found him any later, he most likely wouldn’t have made it.

Sitting in the hospital room with him was Miles, and Trucy, while Maya went and grabbed food. Maya had gone to the hospital with Phoenix, while Miles had picked Trucy up from school. He’d just gotten out of surgery when Miles and Trucy arrived.

“Uncle Miles, do you think daddy’s dreaming?” Miles looked up from his book.

“I’m not sure, why do you ask?”

“I dunno, he just looks really calm. Like he’s having a good dream or something.” She continued to watch her father closely.

“I brought dinner,” Maya said, as she entered the room. “Apollo called, him and Athena are going to stop by in a bit. They were wondering if anyone’s staying over tonight.” Maya set the bag of takeout down, and handed Trucy her container.

“I want to stay,” Trucy said.

“You have school.”

“But I won’t be able to focus,” she whined.

“All your father will be doing is sleeping, I’ll stay the night, and maybe you can skip school tomorrow.” Trucy’s eyes lit up. “I said maybe, you have to ask him.”

“Please, daddy can’t say no to me.”

A muffled noise can from Phoenix.

“I’m sorry?” Miles asked, with a smirk. “I didn’t catch that.”

“No, going to school,” he grumbled, as he opened his eyes. “And I can totally say no to you, you’d ‘ve burnt down the office if I couldn’t.”

“Daddy!” Trucy cheered, as she hugged her father.

“Oof. Carefully Truce, still sore.”

“Nick,” Maya laughed, as she joined Trucy.

“As touching as this is, I’m going to go find a doctor.”

“Aww, no hug Miles?” Phoenix asked, with a small pout.

Miles shook his head. “Maybe after you see a doctor.”

[s1lver-bullet]

Not Quite Home. (Drabble, Planeswalker Jowi)

Jowi arrived home, finally returning to… his house in America? Weird. He hadn’t been trying to come here, so why did he end up here, and not in Japan, where he’d been trying to land? Even for the Infinite Refraction surrounding Gaia, this was unusual. He’d always been able to land where he had chosen on his planeswalks before. Did he maybe get sent off course by overlapping timelines? Only a problem going to his home plane, he figured. But now that he was here, he could just walk again, and go to Japan, right?

He walked around the house as he thought, looking at pictures on the walls, noting that they were still of his family, so he hadn’t ended up in someone else’s house. But, oddly… there seemed to be only pictures of him as a child. And a lot of pictures of his parents with a girl he’d never seen before.

“Well, I’ve definitely never seen her before…” he mumbled, picking up one of the picture frames, flipping it over, trying to check the date on it, if any, only to be interrupted by the lights flicking on, and a familiar voice speaking up behind him.

“Who are you… and what’re you doing in my house?”

Jowi turned to face the source of the voice, raising an eyebrow. It was clear to him now, that he’d accidentally planeswalked to the wrong Earth. His eyes settled on the figure of his mother, older, certainly, but still very clearly his mother.

“…Mom?” He asked, too stunned to think of a proper excuse, before processing that she had asked who he was, getting cut off before he could say anything else,

“You’re not my son, he’s dead. Just because you might look a little bit like him doesn’t mean you’re gonna trick me! It’s in bad fuckin’ taste to pretend to be a dead kid.”

“Dead…?” He asked, putting the picture down, “How did I…”

Dumb question. If she was here, and he wasn’t… there was an obvious answer to what happened.

“The fire… I died instead of you…” he whispered, only barely having enough time to raise his arms in defense, as the girl from the photos came from upstairs, and threw a mighty kick

Even if he did block it, the impact was heavy, sending him tumbling out of the room, and through the front of the house, rolling to a stop in the street, quickly rising to his feet, and preparing for another attack. The girl continued her assault, and came running out, wearing simple pajama pants and a top, continuing to attack the perceived intruder.

“Athena, wait!” Alayara called, as Jowi fended off her blows. The girl was good. As good as he was at her age, and probably as strong. But she was still just a teenager, battling against a hardened Planeswalker. And she was using all of Jowi’s own moves. The Tycho Style he knew all-too well.

“I won’t let you just break in, and torment my mom! I don’t know or care how you got in, or why you’d pretend to be Jowi, but-“

The elder Tycho cut her off, stepping past one of her punches, and finally counterattacking, his fist meeting her gut, and sending her tumbling down the street. She tried to get up, but winced in pain, having never been hit by someone her own strength, she’d never actually taken much damage.

“Nobody ever just listens… I am Jowi… but not the one mom would know… I’m just in the wrong world…”

Alyara raced out from the house, carrying with her, a pistol, and pointed it at Jowi, “Stay away from my daughter. I don’t know what you want, but you picked the wrong house to-“

“I wanted to direct movies!” Jowi shouted, cutting her off, “Horror movies! Because me and Karla always watched them when you weren’t home even though you told us not to! Mom… it’s me, Jowi… just not your Jowi. I’m… from another Earth. In the fire, on my birthday… you died to save me. I guess, here… I died instead.”

Athena, finally managing to shake off the blow from earlier, began to stand up, “What a load of bull! Like anyone’s gonna believe…”

She trailed off, as her attention turned to her mother, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks, as she dropped her gun,

“Do you… what did I get you for your birthday?”

Jowi sighed, reaching into his jacket, and pulling out a small locket, partially melted, “A picture of you and dad inside it… doesn’t open anymore… melted shut in the fire. It’s… all I have left of you in my world.”

Alyara took a few steps closer to Jowi, reaching out, and gently touching the side of his face,

“Your eyes… show me. And I’ll believe you. You can’t fake those eyes.”

Jowi nodded, closing his eyes, and opening them again after a few seconds, glowing a sim crimson red in the night, before his mother finally embraced him,

“My baby boy… all grown up… and I wasn’t there?”

Jowi, finally relaxing, for what felt like the first time in years, hugged his mother back,

“Just… just me, dad and Karla. I didn’t… I didn’t mean to come here… to dig up those memories of your son… I was just trying to go home. Being here… was an accident.”

Alyara just hugged her son tighter, continuing to cry into his chest, not wanting to let go of her son a second time, as Athena stumbled over,

“So… you’re my big brother, huh…? Emphasis on big, you’re almost as tall as dad.”

“I guess? I don’t… I don’t really know you, uh… Athena. But you’ve got good form. You keep your feet a little too close together though.”

She scoffed, punching him in the arm, and heading back to the house, “Come on. I’m tired, let’s just… get back in the house, and worry about all of this tomorrow. I don’t know how you got here, but if you leave and make mom cry again… I’ll kick your ass. Don’t care how I have to find you.”

“I guess… I guess I can stay for a day…”

((End Part One))

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I Hate You (I Love You)

aot x percy jackson AU • oc x levi ackerman

Hi, my name is Meri Isabelle Jones. I have long black hair and bright green eyes. Most people I know compare me to a cat. And I’m a demigod. Yes, I just said I’m a demigod. Like, half human, half god. Not the God though. More like the 12 Greek Olympians. It’s not like I asked to be. In fact, I wish I wasn’t.

 Demigods are notoriously hunted down by monsters, though why I couldn’t tell you. The last 4 years have been hell for me because of it. Due to my dad, I get hunted down a lot which means I’ve had to find shelter in a place called Camp Half-Blood. It’s a camp made for demigods where we train and learn how to defend ourselves.

Who’s my dad, you might ask? It’s Poseidon. You know, the god of the sea? Yeah, he’s pretty cool from what I heard. Not like I see or hear from him anyways. But he’s considered one of the “big three” which means their children tend to get hunted down and killed more often than not because we’re “powerful”. I haven’t been able to leave camp because of it (thanks dad).  

That’s not the whole reason why I hate it here though.

There’s a camper that started the same time I did, though his mom isn’t as dangerous as my dad in terms of godly power. I hate him. And I’m pretty sure he hates me too.

Levi Ackerman, son of Athena. He’s cold, arrogant, and mean.

And so, so beautiful.

His gray eyes, sharp jaw, soft black hair. He made me so mad and yet, I just wanted to kiss him. But he wouldn’t hear that from me.

Like me, he was a forever camper. He never told anyone why. He also never talked to anyone anyways, unless it was to tell them what they were doing wrong.

Because it was during the school year, the only campers around were permanent residents and there weren’t that many. Levi and I were in the arena, training. I’m in the archery section, working on nocking an arrow when his irritating voice comes from the sword section.

“Oi, can you even hit anything with that?” I look over to Levi with hate in my eyes. I aim the bow in his direction and pull back.

“I don’t know, want me to test it out?” I sneer back.

“Whatever, goldfish.”

“GOLDFISH?” I yell over to him.

“Yeah, that’s what I said.” He says as he flips his sword in a cool kind of way.

“I’ll shoot, don’t tempt me.” I scowl.

“Then do it. Shoot me.” He raises an eyebrow and narrows his stormy gray eyes at me.

I aim at his chest and hold. A few seconds later, I drop my arms.

“I didn’t think so.” He retorts. He turns his back on me and goes back to slashing at a hay filled dummy. He made me so mad and I flip him off before hanging my bow up and storming out of the arena. I feel his fiery stare on my back the whole time, but I don’t give him the satisfaction of turning around.