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[annikuza]

guys slugterra is growing on me i’m gonna bust

dr blakk one chance PLEASE

PLEAAAASEEEEEEEE

Anyway oc x cannon coming when i finsih

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[rose022]

how can anyone say no theyre litterally perfect. the way it wasnt rushed at all and you can see how they grow to love each other over the years. the way they both give up being immortal so they can be with each other. the way the only thing he remembered is her evwn after dicine intervention to forgwt everything. the way she knew instinctively when he was going to be poisoned and took the hit without knowing why. the way he was in a new place and only thought that she would love the architecture here. the way he saw sadie and thought thays what their kid would look like. the way he saw new rome and thought about settling down with her. the way she wanted to be noticed ans he did. the way they went against their parwnts to be in love. the way they trust each other so much. the way they were both so broken but helped each other love and trust agian. the way they felt nothing else mattered when they were together agian. the way. ahem. "Percy tightened his grip on Annabeth’s wrist. His face was gaunt, scraped and bloody, his hair dusted with cobwebs, but when he locked eyes with her, she thought he had never looked more handsome. “We’re staying together,” he promised. “You’re not getting away from me. Never again.” Only then did she understand what would happen. A one-way trip. A very hard fall. “As long as we’re together,” she said."

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art by @viria taken from the Percy Jackson website

[kazytka]

Affection in Affliction . Selapiel/No name

No name pointed a finger at the house upon a hill. Two stories tall not counting the attic. Brittle aged brick covered by  nearly tree thick branches of ivy . Like snakes they  warped around wooden ornaments, swallowed windows. And throttled the chimney . And jet there was a biter sweet to it all, as you came from the mist you cud hear the  green wall sing whit the sound of thousand of  bird voices. Crickets hummed and an occasional  orange butterfly  flirted thru the air. -This place seams...nice- Selapiel remarked looking a round, he walked hand in hand whit  no names  rigid un amused figure.  And just as he was a bout to take a step forward  and on to the house steps, a streak of  ivory white  flew past his face and splatted on to the ground whit a fleshy thud and a crack of bone. Warped in linens there lied a warp body of a new borne. -Indeed it is. Remarked no name politely. -what in fathers name is this?! Poor thing! -He bend down ans swiped the  limp human conglomeration into their arms , read tears  brimming, lips quivering reedy to give last rights. - It was to young to deserve this .- He remarked, and whit that as if on command the flesh warped and twisted in his hands like a particularity big maggot, joints and bones snapping together, until a healthy infant  gazed up at there hairy faces whit a gleeful  miaul, outstretching its hands. -its a millrace! - Selapiel moaned hugging the child that hugged back in an instant,  seemingly unfazed  by it’s  previous demise. No name coked his dear like head to the side observing it keenly.-its a lovely package but I wouldn't  call the content a miracle. -that's just the dipper smell. Children are the most innocent of all creatures. -the baby giggled at the compliment and subsequent  poking of its  fat belly. Then a voice wafted thru the air ‘my baby, my baby, oh where are you my baby!’ in a melodious voice. It came from the second floor,  from within the  only visible window in this whole house, open and gaping whit darkness. -is..is that the mom? - the baby  reached its hands to the window, and after a moment it gave clear singes it wishes to be put down. -Seams to be. Put the  beast down, perhaps it will  decide where to go.-  Reluctantly they did and the child that should all but flop on its chubby belly to young to even comprehend crawling on all fours. Took to a hardy crawl  bypassing  rocks, climbing up the initial steeps to the house and  waddling inside, the white  shroud  stained whit blood trailing behind him. -This is not safe. I’m going to follow him. 

-I was bout to suggest you do -no name nodded his head politely taking out  a pipe and some wed  from his coat pocket. -ill wait here. 

 -how so? 

- well unless you can convince the lady of the house to let me in, rules be rules. - doesn't sound that hard. They steeped on to the .threshold  

-Im positive shes a responsible individual trapped in a tragic  loop of events, ill talk her down  and  send them both in to  fathers waiting arms...so don’t get  to comfortable whit that  smelly thing - they pointed out as  no name took a comfy seat at an overgrown  bench  near the wall. -ill take it in to consideration, love - the deer mouthed whit a glint of Irish accent. Selapiels tail swished  the air as they rolled there ayes. The house must haw been quite well of in the day. As  faded rotten paintings in peeling gold frames  decorated the walls.Silver candelabra bloomed like tees whit  crowns of  silky cobwebs. And faded  flowers  whit heads hung low in shame  filled every precious porcelain vase in sight.  The  ground floor held no singes of life. Even do Selapiel took their time to asses the surrounding the baby made it merely half way up the stairs, fallowing a well worn patch on the  dirty  rug.  The song sounded again’ oh where is my baby, where is my baby, baby my dearest little angel  where are you?’  whit a soft smile Selapiel stepped forward, scoped the child in its arms and  proceeded  up the stairs and to where the  song led him. Tearing his way thru cobwebs and dust  they found themselves  next to a room whit a door cracked open. Inside sat a woman in a Victorian dress, fluffy and white like a weeding gown, cheeks unnaturally pink, contrasting whit her thin  long face and brownish blond hair.  this was the only place not doted by dust nor wear and tear in the house. Every inch or  secession art was glimmering and dripping whit lace, silk and  gold. Soft pinks and cream whites  decorated the room. One would think this is as close as  mortals would get to simulating  clouds and heaven . The woman danced round the room looking under covers, and behind stacks of toys piled up in the corners singing for her baby to come out. Oblivious to her new guest. Selapiel sighed and  banded down to allow the infant to just crawl out of its grasp and towards the woman.The moment it got a few steeps away  his mother seamed to spot it. There was a glimmer of something in her ayes , like a smile in a predators gaze  when they spot a bunny  leaving  the brush for an open field. Snatching the infant up  they laughed and coooed  dancing whit it  across the room, making sweeping gestures and  high leaps. The baby wobbled in her grasp depressingly  throwing its small head back. A few times even the woman knocked it  in to a decorative  poster of her bead. Selapiels fur bristle at the sight, but she was happy so perhaps...she was just inept? Needed to calm down , that's all. - my child..pleas ...-they started ‘oh my baby, oh my baby, your here, my baby boy, my angel ‘ The woman proceeded to dance. ‘my we little cherub, are you prepared to fly?’ she sung to the baby  dancing merrily and whit out a care, and as she sung the last tune  she flung the child whit full speed and clear intent  out the  open window. ‘Fly!’ she chanted as the body initially rose up it quickly fell . And so did the woman's face witch turned to horror. And whit a cry of despair and a hand to her brow, she fell on to the  soft plush  carpet and began to wail. - Fairies stole my baby boy!  My poor baby boy, somebody bring me back my baby boy!’ There were dark shadows looming over her as she vailled. Selapiel  ran to the window and looked outside. No name was smoking his pipe and a bloody  pulp on the pavement beloved close to him was already  twisting and forming a new and  right before his ayes he watch the infant form and start to crawl back up following its mothers voice.

-Why would you do that?! 

-Fairies stole my child, it wasn't me...oh where is my baby?! 

 -Why would you  say that!? -The woman gazed at the shadows. -I know my baby, my little angel. I birth and angel… -She looked at Selapiel for a brief second and that predatory gleam was back- So shouldn't it fly? 

 -How many angel did you haw? -They asked  horrified. 

-Enough to fill a choir. -she answered spreading her arms whit pride , before standing up and  singing ‘where is my baby, where is my baby, baby my dearies little angel  where are you?’ Selapiel tough  this is madness, and perhaps he wasn't that far off. They turned back and ran down the stairs garbing the crawling infant  on the way, wails and cries by dame it was not going back. As they sat on a bend outside whit the fussing red  yelling infant  in there lap they snatched the pipe from the  black paws of no name and took a hardy intake. -father up above you better haw a good reason to show me this... No name leaned forward and twisted his head to look at the  former angel 

 - whether a reason is good  or not is a point of debate. 

- I honestly think your trying to torture me at this point, gallivanting me  far and  near across this awful world just so I can talk whit ghosts and  mourning  spirits all day long. You surround me in misery I cant do thinning a bout.- They his teetering on a line of a sob you haw me smile and  lay to rests there worries so they can move on but  it never changes the tragedy...there tragedy, my tragedy. No mater what I do this child in my arms is and will be as cold as a lump of  soil on a rainy day. Why !?

 - Yes you made that complaint to me before. - No name  nodes his head 

 -...says a bunch a bout you and even more a bout me.

 -True, but this isn't a simple task like dealing whit somebody that had to maul over there grieves mistakes for a few  centuries. She is not a ghost. -Then what?  A manifestation of madness?

 -Nothing quite so crude, if she was an elemental showing her to you would haw no merit beyond watching a baboon throw his own excrement's , personally I can think of more pleasant things to do  than that. No, where you are now is the Mind of a currently living  woman, going mad.

 -...Wait what?

 -You heard me, this small stint you see here..this is a manifestation of an ailing mind fixated on infanticide. Fascinating no? -Selapiel just stared at them. No name grumbled and caught, expecting a more appreciative stance to what he considered a quiet thoughtful gift.-Point being, you wanted agency and a chance to change  bad faith. Consider this a token of my affections, in lieu  of a  rose a mind of madness you can do as you pleas whit. Perhaps  what you do whit this gift will tell you all you need to know bout  what you were and are. At this point its all I cant think to give...that isn't redundant that is. -He answers taking his pipe back from Selapiel and placing it in its mouth whit reverence. Sele just stared at him, then on the baby and the  green facade of the house. -What of this house? Are other  spirits attached to it?-I would think so...other spirits other minds, just like elements affect  a home , people and  events  effect us  botch on the outside levels and inside. If you chose to help, you will need to contend whit tows forces. And while nature is mostly uninterested in the state of a home...mortals more often than not are, especially when there is profit to be made.

 -So somebody wants her that way. Anything else you can tell me? 

-And spoil my gift? I think not. Talk to the woman. Jog that derelict brain of hers out of that place she decided to sequester herself in. Take pleasure  in unraveling the human mind and roads of free will in this , the most intimed of ways. Feel it, crack it open like an egg and indulge in it.

 -You make it sound unseemly. 

-Nobody goes mad from  innocents my dear. But enough talk...as is, its my  gift to give, and your choice what to do whit it. -Before he cud finish a screaming infant was placed tenderly in his care.- If I can prevent tragedy from happening than by god grace I will try. But I wont stand for  this conversation to be interrupted by the constant  throwing of an infant . I am nipping this decision of hers in the bud.- They announced, voice soft, silent but firm. Odd and unsuitable of a gift as this was it made them feel light inside. No name had offer them a wavered prayer and for a brief moment it was easy to forget the claws, the slithering tail and horns. They had a calling to attend to, and  it came whit a bit of selfish glee they accepted to be  an angel for a mad woman.  Berger’s cannot be choosers, even when there gifted whit mockery. And not even for a moment did it cross there mind they might be crossing   the grand plan in any way.