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[sinsofsinister]

man i gotta stop looking at WIPs for various interactive fiction books bc the demos get me so engrossed / interested and then i have to wait until its finished while i rattle at the bars of my enclosure

[skinskribbles]

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Lost Hero: III-Breisa

Falling for you…but not in that way!

Word count: 2702

Warnings: Cursing, brief mention of blood, injuries, teenagers being teenagers, spoilers for HOO/ Lost hero Summary: Storms are alive now, Breisa has to try to fight and survive against wind— yeah that’s right, WIND?!

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The storm churned into a miniature hurricane. Funnel clouds snaked toward the sky-walk like the tendrils of a monster jellyfish.

Kids screamed and ran for the building. The wind snatched away their notebooks, jackets, hats, and backpacks.

Breisa’s Jean jacket whipped with the wind.

She shielded her face, so the debris fly in her eyes. And quickly she shuffled close to Piper.

“We need to find shelter!” Piper yelled, “Over there!”

She pointed to the glass doors. “Come on!”

They both started running towards the entrance.

Breisa screamed, “Oh my god, oh my god! Vamos a morir!”

“Piper! Dylan had yelled, “Wait up!”

Breisa didn’t trust him, but she waited to see what Piper was going to do.

In some weird form of bravery Piper had said "We have to help everyone else get in.”

And Breisa had replied “Estas loca!”

Now, Piper and Dylan were holding the doors open, herding the other kids inside. Piper’s snowboarding jacket was flapping wildly, her dark hair all in her face.

Normally it wouldn’t be in Breisa’s nature to help, especially since she'd panic the moment things go wrong. But she had nowhere else to be.

So in an attempt to be helpful she smiled weekly at her classmates, trying to reassure them.

But she was nowhere near as good as Piper. She looked calm and confident—telling the others it would be okay, encouraging them to keep moving. 

Breisa wondered where she got all that collected calm energy from.

Her train of thought was broken when she saw —Jason, Leo, and Coach Hedge running towards them. Or attempting to.

The wind seemed to fight them, pushing them back.

Breisa turned back to Dylan and Piper, they pushed one more kid inside. And out of nowhere, they lost their grip on the doors.

They slammed shut, closing off the sky-walk.

Piper tugged at the handles. Breisa made an attempt, pulling with all her might.

Inside, the kids pounded on the glass, but the doors seemed to be stuck.

“Dylan, help!” Piper shouted.

Dylan stood there with a grin on his face. His cowboy jersey was rippling in the wind. He was enjoying the storm.

Breisa was going to yell what the hell was his problem—

“Sorry, Piper.” He said. “I’m done helping.”

He flicked his wrist, a burst of wind hit Piper and Breisa. They flew in opposite directions.

Breisa skidded across the sky-walk landing right where Jason, Leo, and Coach where heading.

Jason caught himself from tripping and helped her up.

Meanwhile, Piper went backwards into the doors. 

“Piper!” Jason tried to charge forward, but the wind was against him, and Coach Hedge pushed him back.

“Coach,” Jason said, “Let me go!”

“Kid. Stay behind me,” The Coach ordered. “This is my fight. I should’ve known that was our monster.” 

“What?” Leo demanded. A rogue worksheet slapped him in the face, but he swatted it away. “What monster?”

The coach’s cap blew off, and sticking up above his curly hair were two bumps—like the knots cartoon characters get when they’re bonked on the head.

Coach Hedge lifted his baseball bat, but it wasn’t a regular bat anymore.

Somehow it had changed into a crudely shaped tree-branch club, with twigs and leaves still attached.

“¡Es un hombre cabra del diablo!” Breisa exclaimed shocked.

Dylan gave him that psycho happy smile. “Oh, come on, Coach. Let the boy attack me! After all, you’re getting too old for this. Isn’t that why they retired you to this stupid school? I’ve been on your team the entire season, and you didn’t even know. You’re losing your nose, grandpa.”

The coach made an angry sound like an animal bleating. “That’s it, cupcake. You’re going down.”

“You think you can protect  four half-bloods at once, old man?” Dylan laughed. “Good luck.”

Dylan pointed at Leo and Breisa, a funnel cloud materialized around them.

They flew off the sky-walk like they’d been tossed. Somehow they managed to twist in different directions, midair, and slammed sideways on the canyon wall. 

Breisa barely had time to registre the pain in her shoulder, when she began slid down.

She scraped on the jagged wall to catch herself, and her fingers hooked on a ledge about fifty feet below the sky-walk. Leo skidded, clawing furiously for any handhold. 

She caught his hand, barely, with her right. The rain made his hand smothered with canyon grime, his blood and water. His palm slid downwards slightly from her grasp. 

“Help!” he yelled upwards. “Rope, please? Bungee cord? Something?” 

He slipped more and more with each word. 

Then she felt him drop.

“¡MIERDAAAAA!" He cried.

“No!” She panicked. Don’t let him fall!

A knee jerk reaction course adrenaline through her. From her margine to her palms something shot out— a purple shadow spread from her hands, taking a form of huge hand.

The shadow caught Leo. It held him firmly by the waist.

He yelped in confusion as he hung in the air.

Without thinking, Breisa flexed her fingers in a grasping motion.

It pulled him towards her. 

“HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS?!” Leo screeched, failing around a bit. 

“¡NO LO SE PENDEJO ! JUST GO WITH IT!” Breisa bit back, “ WILL YOU QUIT SQUIRMING?! I’M LOSING MY FOCUS!” 

Her grasp on him trembled a bit. 

Leo slipped slightly.

“NO ME DEJES CAER!” He squealed.

“STOP WIGGLING LIKE WORM THEN!”

Leo held his breath for a minute. She gain back control and him close enough to grasp his arm.

He exhaled in relief. And all at once his body shifted onto her. Her shoulder flared at the new weight.

“Puta madre! How is a skinny mother fucker like you so heavy?!” She grunted, trying to keep him steady. 

“Not my fault you got twig arms!” He remarked, trying to pull himself closer to a ledge. “¡Ay güey!” He nearly fell again.

Almost like a damsel in distress. Which by the way he was screaming—he was.

“God give me patience.” Breisa sighed, she hulled him up and grabbed onto his waist. Basically in semi bridal pose.

“Don’t you mean strength?” Leo smiled weakly, trying to ignore both the flutter in stomach and the death pit waiting for him.

“If god gave me strength, you would be dead.”

 His smile dropped. 

Before anything else could be said, someone shouted, “HEY CUPCAKES! WHERE ARE YOU?!” 

Leo let out a laugh of relief. “OVER HERE COACH!” 

His beady eyes popped up from above the ledge. He looked at how they hung on the ledge “This is gonna be tricky…”

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Somehow, Coach managed to carry two teens on his back. 

 He moved swiftly between hills and edges, not even breaking a sweat. He was weirdly agile for being a middle aged goat-demon monster. 

Coach Hedge leap back onto the sky-walk and dumped Leo and Breisa like sacks of flour.

“Ow!” They both groaned as they hit the floor.

“Spirits, fear me!” Hedge bellowed, flexing his short arms. He looked around and realized there was only Dylan.

Or what was Dylan: now a giant puffy cloud of smoke with cowboys jersey and those god-awful glowing teeth.  

“Curse it, boy!” he snapped at Jason. “Didn’t you leave some for me? I like a challenge!”

“Where did you get that sword?!” Breisa exclaimed at Jason with wide eyes

Leo got to his feet, breathing hard. He looked completely humiliated, his hands bleeding from clawing at the rocks. “Yo, Coach Supergoat, whatever you are—I just fell down the freaking Grand Canyon! Stop asking for challenges!”

“Please. I don’t wanna end up like mash potatoes on the canyon floor” Breisa added, “Or saving his ass again.”

Dylan hissed at them. “You have no idea how many enemies you’ve awakened, half-bloods. My mistress will destroy all demigods. This war you cannot win.”

Above them, the storm exploded into a full-force hale. Cracks expanded in the sky-walk. Sheets of rain poured down. Breisa felt everything from her hair to her sneakers get soaked.

A hole opened in the clouds—a swirling vortex of black and silver.

“The mistress calls me back!” Dylan shouted with glee. “And you, demigod, will come with me!”

He lunged at Jason, but Piper tackled the monster from behind. Even though he was made of smoke, Piper somehow claw at his back. Both of them went sprawling.

They all surged forward to help—but the spirit screamed with rage. He let loose a torrent that knocked them all backward.

Jason and Coach Hedge landed flat on their butts, while the sword had skidded across the glass.

Leo hit the back of his head and curled on his side, dazed and groaning.

Breisa landed right beside him, pain shot up on her shoulder.

Piper got the worst of it. She was thrown off Dylan’s back and hit the railing, tumbling over the side until she was hanging by one hand over the abyss.

Jason started toward her, but Dylan screamed, “I’ll settle for this one!”

He grabbed Leo’s arm and began to rise, towing a half-conscious Leo below him.

“Let him go!” Breisa screamed, trying to use that shadow hand thing again. It was weaken by her exhaustion.

The storm spun faster, pulling them upward like a vacuum cleaner.

The shadows barely reached Dylan’s leg. The spirit hissed and kicked it off.

“You’re coming, too!” Dylan announced.

“¡Ay Dios mío!” Breisa grabbed onto the railing trying not to get sucked up into the vortex. 

“Help!” Piper yelled. “Somebody!”

Then she slipped, screaming as she fell.

“Jason, go!” Hedge yelled. “Save her!”

The coach launched himself at the spirit with some serious goat fu—lashing out with his hooves, knocking Leo free from the spirit’s grasp. Keeping the spirit away from Breisa.

Leo dropped safely to the floor, but Dylan grappled the coach’s arms instead.

Hedge tried to head-butt him, then kicked him and called him a cupcake.

They rose into the air, gaining speed.

Coach Hedge shouted down once more, “Save her! I got this!” Then he and the storm spirit spiraled into the clouds and disappeared.

After little to no thinking, Jason jumped over the railing like a lunatic. 

“¡Jason no puedes volar, tonto!” Breisa yelled frantically, pulling herself up to look over the railing.

She saw Jason and Piper descending into the pit.

Then they halt mid-air below the sky-walk, like they were hovering.

Breisa scratched her head, ``Huh. I guess he could fly.” 

Someone moaned in pain from beside her.

She hurried her way over to Leo. 

‘Why am I doing this?’ That part of Breisa— that couldn’t stand Leo—asked.

‘No time to think right now’ Her better half countered.

When Breisa reached him, she kneel on the floor and leaned over him.

Carefully she turned him over as he suck in a breath. She tried not to add more motion to his head.

His army coat was soaked from the rain. His curly hair glittered gold from rolling around in monster dust?

Leo eyes blinked and he seemed to be blacking out.

”Hey pendejo. No te duermas.” Breisa tapped his face, “How many fingers am I holding?” She put up two fingers. 

“F-four?” He stuttered dazed. 

“Close enough.” She could hear footsteps running up to them. Piper and Jason were beside them.

Piper and Jason looked over to Leo, worried and nervous.

“He’s alright—más o menos ?” Breisa shrugged. “ He might have a small concession …or he could be just dizzy from being swept up in that whirlwind. Lucky Coach got him on time.” 

“Stupid…ugly…goat,” he muttered.

“Where did he go?” Piper asked.

Leo pointed straight up. “Never came down. Please tell me he didn’t actually save my life.”

“Twice,” Jason said.

Leo groaned even louder. “What happened? The tornado guy, the gold sword, her hands glowing…I hit my head. That’s it, right? I’m hallucinating?”

Jason had forgotten about the sword.

He walked over to where it was lying and picked it up.

He flipped it. Midspin, the sword shrank back into a coin and landed in his palm.

‘I knew that coin wasn’t normal!’ Breisa thought.

“Yep,” Leo said “Definitely hallucinating.”

Piper shivered in her rain-soaked clothes. “Jason, those things—”

“Venti,” he said. “Storm spirits.”

“Okay. You acted like…like you’d seen them before. Who are you?”

He shook his head. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. I don’t know.”

The storm dissipated.

The other kids from the Wilderness School were staring out the glass doors in horror. Security guards were working on the locks now, but they didn’t seem to be having any luck.

“Coach Hedge said he had to protect four people,” Jason said watching the glass doors. “I think he meant us.”

“And that thing Dylan turned into…” Piper shuddered. “God, I can’t believe it was hitting on me. He called us…what, demigods?”

They stood in selience pondering what it could mean. 

“I- I saw something when we were at the gas station.” Breisa spoke up, they turned to her. “I thought I was losing my mind. But this lady…she came in all glowing like giant ball of sun.

And she..she..she was doing some weird shit. But she didn’t get to me. She spat at me and called me a Demigod. I blacked out….then—Then Jason appeared. ” 

Heavier silence followed.

Leo still on his back, stared up at the sky. He didn’t seem anxious to get up.

“Don’t know what demi means,” he said. “But I’m not feeling too godly. You guys feeling godly?”

There was a sound like dry leafs being step on, and the cracks in the sky-walk began to widen.

Breisa jumped up, “Uh guys?”

“We need to get off this thing,” Jason said. “Maybe if we—”

“Ohhh-kay,” Leo interrupted. “Look up there and tell me if those are flying horses.”

“I believe anything at this point.” Breisa murmured under her breath, looking up. 

She saw a dark shape descending from the clouds—too slow for a plane, too large for a bird.

As it got closer she could see a pair of winged animals—gray, four-legged, exactly like horses—except each one had wings the size of car-roof. And they were pulling a brightly painted box with two wheel…a chariot?

“Reinforcements,” Jason said. “Hedge told me an extraction squad was coming for us.”

“Extraction squad?” Leo struggled to his feet. “That sounds painful.”

“And where are they extracting us to?” Piper asked.

They all watched as the chariot landed on the far end of the sky-walk. The flying horses tucked in their wings and cantered nervously across the glass, as if they sensed it was near breaking. 

Two teenagers stood in the chariot—a tall girl with braids maybe a little older than all of them, and a bulky dude with a shaved head and a face like a pile of bricks. They both wore jeans and orange T-shirts, with shields tossed over their backs. 

‘The dream. She’s from that weird dream. It has to be her.’ All the alarms in Breisa’s head were going off.

The girl leaped off before the chariot had even finished moving. She pulled a knife and ran toward the group while the bulky dude was reigning in the horses.

“Where is he?” the girl demanded. Her gray eyes were fierce and a little too startling.

“Where’s who?” Jason asked.

She frowned like his answer was unacceptable. Then she turned to Leo, Breisa, and Piper. “What about Gleeson? Where is your protector, Gleeson Hedge?”

Leo cleared his throat. “He got taken by some…tornado things.

“Venti,” Jason said. “Storm spirits.”

The gray eyed girl arched an eyebrow. “You mean anemoi thuellai? That’s the Greek term. Who are you, and what happened?”

Jason did his best to explain, occasionally looking on the ground not meeting her eyes.

About halfway through the story, the other guy from the chariot came over. He stood there glaring at them, his arms crossed. He had a tattoo of a rainbow on his biceps, which seemed to solidify Breisa’s theory about her dream. 

She wanted to pipe in about the things she’d seen but something about this girl…Annabeth?Yeah that’s it—

Something about her intimidated Breisa to the bone. She decided against it.

When Jason had finished his story, the girl didn’t look satisfied.

“No, no, no! She told me he would be here. She told me if I came here, I’d find the answer.”

“Annabeth,” the bald guy grunted. “Check it out.” He pointed at Jason’s feet.

Jason was missing his left shoe, his left foot looked like a lump of charcoal.

“The guy with one shoe,” said the bald dude. “He’s the answer.”

“No, Butch,” the girl insisted. “He can’t be. I was tricked.” She glared at the sky as though it had done something wrong. “What do you want from me?” she screamed. “What have you done with him?”

The skywalk shuddered, and the horses whinnied urgently.

“Annabeth,” said the bald dude, Butch, “We gotta leave. Let’s get these four to camp and figure it out there. Those storm spirits might come back.”

She fumed for a moment. “Fine.”

She fixed Jason with a resentful look.

“We’ll settle this later.”

She turned on her heel and marched toward the chariot.

Piper shook her head. “What’s her problem? What’s going on?”

“Seriously,” Leo agreed.

“We have to get you out of here,” Butch said. “I’ll explain on the way.”

“I’m not going anywhere with her.” Jason gestured toward the blonde.

“She looks like she wants to kill me.”

Butch hesitated. “Annabeth’s okay. You gotta cut her some slack. She had a vision telling her to come here, to find a guy with one shoe.That was supposed to be the answer to her problem.”

“What problem?” Piper asked.

“She's looking for someone.” They snapped their attention towards Breisa. “Isn’t she?”

“Yeah.” Butch answered, his shoulders squared up. “How did you know that ?” 

“Had a freak dream. Saw a lot about it.” She started and then looking up at Butch anxiously.  He studied her. No doubt or disbelief clouded his face. She took it as a sign to continue, “But she’s looking for someone. Her boyfriend.”

“Who?” Jason asked.

“Percy Jackson.” Breisa and Butch said in unison.

Translation

Es un hombre cabra del diablo - He’s a demon goat

Vamos a morir- We’re gonna die

Aye mierda - Oh shit

Ay Dios mío- Oh my god

Aye güey- popular swear in Spanish, a lot of meanings to it.

no puedes volar, tonto - You can’t fly dumb ass!

(A/N: This one has to be one of my favorite chapters I’ve written. Because this is How I think an outsider would react to all this crazy demigod stuff happening to them. Also the cliff part, that was a lot in the moment kind of writing 😂 Hope you all like this chapter. Remember to like, reblog, or comment it really helps beat the tumblr algorithm!)

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Waltzing out from behind the curtain in what looked like a stola, ECW wasn’t the first example of a time when Scott left Brian speechless. Curls teased to the skies, fluffy and bouncy locks that sparkled in styling products, neon colored jackets with fringe on the arms had caused the WCW crowd to turn rabid. Sunglasses covering his gorgeous eyes, Flamingo was there to cause utter trouble and chaos. An opposing agenda to the one that Flyin’ Brian had planned out for himself at the time. Former football star just trying to prove his worth, smiles for the cameras and a positive attitude in his back pocket helped carve the path to glory. It also helped to destroy it. Enthusiam snuffed when Zenk branded him a selfish Light Heavyweight Champion. Confidence sent to the grave when Austin burned a hole into his heart, best of friends no more. Sanity crushed when the Four Horsemen got their hands on him, tortured Brian and praised him all within the same sentence. 

It wasn’t until he ran to ECW with Raile beside him that the Rogue Horseman found himself again. Regained what was lost, shuffled through the ashes to put the broken pieces back together, realized just how much Scott had been a part of his life since almost the beginning. That he felt complete and whole. Content with the course that he was being subjected to, tossed himself and the two of them within. Brian was happy. Honestly so. 

“He can be an overdramatic asshole at times. One of those jerks who loves the sound of their own voice and doesn’t know when to shut the hell up. Have you ever heard his poetry before? For all the good ones he’s written, the beautiful ones, he’s got stacks that sound like if Dr. Suess was depressed. His Cat in the Hat should get on some sort of medication.”

Brian stated, like he were clarifying a renowned fact, “Scotty’s just about the damn nicest boyfriend I’ve ever had, though. Nobody ever took care of me like he does. I know that I am a lot more work than people can handle, too. I get jealous. I drink too fucking much and like to start fights for the hell of it. I get too clingy to people and overly emotional. But, Raven, he’s never made me feel bad about it. Besides Raile, I think he’s the first person whose ever loved me. Whose let me love them like how I actually want to. It feels nice and I don’t want it to end. I don’t ever want to stop things from being like this. I want them to go on forever. I know they are. I wouldn’t allow for anything else to happen, that’s for damn sure.”

“I love Scott. I love him so much. I couldn’t imagine my sorry life without him in it. He’s always been there. I love him.”

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Iba a poner un caption musical pero mejor les pido que dejen de inventarme romances que a lo mejor el amor de mi vida es un boricua y me lo espantan. Gracias, los amo❤️‍🔥 Pd: amor de mi vida, si lees esto, quiero que sepas que voy a aprender a hacer pastelillos de pollo para cuando nos conozcamos 🇵🇷✨❤️ Dec 27, 2021

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💬 Lol, when was that? Were people shipping her with Fab by then?

💬 And double lol about her hat with embroidered PR & ARG flags. The fanfic that writes itself, except it's real life for a change :nervous:

💬 I think that caption was meant to be cheeky. I could be wrong, but Mariana’s December 21st post where she’s leading Fab on the beach lines up with the video frame where she’s holding up and kissing Fab on the beach. The picture with the cheeky caption was posted 6 days after they’re kissing on the beach in the sunset … lol

💬 the translation is more like "i was going to put a musical caption but instead i will ask you to stop inventing me romances. Maybe the love of my life is a puerto rican man and you'll scare him away. Thank you and i love you. Ps: love of my life if you are reading this i want you to know that i'm going to learn how to make pastelillos de pollo for when we meet. "

💬 Btw, people were absolutely commenting and speculating on their relationship. They weren't hiding each other or the nature of their trips, but as they said in their marriage post, they were choosing privacy. There were a lot of people who would go on there and "defend" their honor, so perhaps this denial was about shutting up the deniers as well.

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one of my fav things to do on tumblr is just devour peoples oc pages

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im in such a mood i wanna see if my cryptid ts4 save still works

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lads i started The Surviving Lucem and hoo boy are we in danger

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'source of my joy :)' to 'source of my bruises >:'(' speedrun

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experiencing the horrors again (pernicious anemia)

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the human body truly is a weird and fascinating thing bc 'making too much blood' is such a funny fucking problem to have

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a handful of weeks ago i started thinking about top surgery and was like man its a lot of cash money what if it isnt the right move but now that its hot again im like yeah no its fully the correct decision i fuckin despise binding in this weather and cannot wait to never have to do it again

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feel like pure shit just want him (magneto) back x

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i cannot fuckin believe the electricity and internet for our entire area went down right after i injected myself with testosterone

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anyway pathfinder horror mini game continues today cannot wait to see how we’re all gonna get traumatised next

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does anyone else also listen to specific types of music for different IF games to help make the vibes immaculate?? if you dont i highly recommend it