#LION CABIN :D

[raphael-angele]

Nico's Big Sisters

I have this headcanon that while Bianca is away, the cabins take turns looking after Nico and he gets to stay with them.

Nico, crying: Thaliaaa!!!

Thalia: Nico? What's wrong?

Nico: *incomprehensible babble*

Thalia: Okay, okay, calm down. Tell me what happened

Nico, pointing to some Hermes kids: Tho- Those boys stole Three.

Thalia: *looks over at the Hermes kids tossing around a dog stuffie with three heads*

Nico: I told them to give it back but they wont. And they kept making fun of it

Thalia, rolling up her sleeves: Just a sec

Later:

Thalia with dirt all over her and slightly bloodied fists: Here you go, Nico. *hands over Three*

Nico: YAAAAY! THANK YOU, THALIA!

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Nico: Reyna...

Reyna: Yes, Nico?

Nico: I fell down the track and I scraped my knee and hands *shows his hands*

Reyna, sees his injuries: Aww, c'mon let's go get them treated.

Dakota: OW! FUCK! REYNA! ONE OF THE HUNTERS JUST SHOT ME ON THE SHOULDER WITH AN ARROW

Reyna: WALK IT OFF!

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If Zoë lived:

Bianca: Zoë

Zoë: Bianca, hello.

Bianca: You remember my little brother, Nico.

Zoë: Oh, yes, of course. Nice to see you again, little one

Nico, standing next to Bianca: *shyly waves*

Bianca: Nico made something for you. *whispers to Nico* come on, you can give it to her.

Nico, slowly approaches her: *hands over a jar of paper stars*

Zoë: *takes jar of paper stars*

Nico: Thank you for looking after my sister

Zoë: Well, you're very welcome, Nico. This is a very beautiful gift.

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Nico, entering the Aphrodite Cabin: Piper...

Piper: Hm? Oh, hey, Nico. What's up?

Nico, shyly whispers to her: Can you make me look pretty?

Piper: Why do you want me to make you look pretty?

Nico, fidgeting with his fingers: Will asked me out on a date

Piper and almost all of the Aphrodite Cabin: *gasp*

Piper: Alright girls, we got a code Apollo! Let's move! Move! Move! Let's get this baby ready for his first date!

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Annabeth: Alright. C'mon, Nico. Time for bed

Nico: Aw, okay. *climbs into bed*

Annabeth, sitting beside him: What story do you want me to read to you today?

Nico: We haven't finished the one about the big cat, the mean old lady, and the box yet.

Annabeth: ...you mean The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe?

Nico: Mhm. We stopped when Edmund went to the mean old lady's castle.

Annabeth: Ah! Then The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe it is!

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Nico: Rachel!

Rachel: Oh, hey, Nico. Did you need something?

Nico: No, not really. I was making something and Percy said that you might like it. *hands over a box*

Rachel: *takes box and opens it* What is it?

Nico: It's paint! The Demeter kids let me plant sometimes in their garden and I get the flowers and I made them into paint!

Rachel:

Nico: See? The blue one is from Morning Glory flowers, the red one is made from Roses, the yellow one is made out of Marigolds, the orange one is made from Poppies, the purple one is made from the Lilacs, and the green one I made from Leaves!

Rachel:

Nico: :D Do you like it?

Rachel: This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever given me ༼☯﹏☯༽

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Mark, training Nico: Alright. Here's what's gonna happen. You want a candy bar?

Nico: *nods*

Mark: It's on that table over there. *points to table behind him* To get it, you need to get past me first.

Nico:

Mark: Now, I'm bigger than you. So you need to be smart and think of how-

Nico: *punches Mark in the groin, and pushes him to the side, then goes over to the candy bar*

Mark, on the floor, clutching his groin: Oh, good gods!

Nico, can't open the candy bar: *goes over to Clarisse and shows her the candy bar* Open, please

Clarisse:

Nico: (´｡• ◡ •｡`)

Later during Capture the Flag:

Clarisse: Alright, listen up! If anyone wants to mess with this kid, know that he is under my protection. You wanna mess with him, you go through me first!

Nico: *holding Clarisse's hand, eating a candy bar*

[vase-of-lilies]

https://www.tumblr.com/vase-of-lilies/729478267535491072/does-anyone-wanna-send-a-request-for-into-the-tiny

Mmmmmm, how about mommy / mama feeling bad for falsely accusing us and making us cry so they(either of them) feel dejected until we make them cuddle with us because we thought they were still mad at us ?… please?

Assumptions

Pairing: Dark!Mommy!Wanda x Little!reader (f) x Dark!Mama!Nat

Warnings: MD/LG dynamics, Arguing, yelling, feeling bad, guilt, fighting, false accusations, depression, crying, breastfeeding, lactation, cuddles!! this is a dark AU so beware.

A/n: Thanks for sending this in! This is such a cute idea! This kind of hits home, because I have been blamed for MULTIPLE things by my awful step siblings when I was younger. But I’m glad this time it will be Wanda and Natty to comfort us 🥺 I hope it was ok to have just Nat be angry!

It was a series of unfortunate events. One thing lead to another, and soon you found yourself in front of a large mess in the living room of the cabin. You had woken up from your nap, only to find Wanda and Natasha doing work by themselves in separate rooms.

When you left your nursery, your toy lion — Leo — was held in your arms softly and you rubbed the tired from your eyes. A small yawn following. You froze mid step once you saw the disaster in the living room.

The couch cushions were no longer on the couch, the TV stand was slightly askew, the lamp shade was tilted, and what looked like piles upon piles of documents were strewn across the carpet. You didn’t know how to react, only staring at the mess in front of you.

Too caught up in your confusion, you don’t hear the footsteps of your Mama, Nat, behind you. A loud gasp left her mouth as she saw what you were staring at. From what it looked like to her, you had been going through important documents without their permission or knowledge. But that was far from the truth.

“Y/n! What on earth are you doing??” Your mamas voice boomed behind you, startling you and causing your lion to drop from your hands. Nat paced the floor, looking at the papers and their contents.

“My god! Where did you find these?? These were locked!” She continues to shout, and the water works were turned on behind your eyes.

You looked up at Nat, small whimpers turning into cries of false guilt. “I- I- d-didn’ do an-anyfing!” You sobbed, but Natasha wouldn’t have that. She pressed her fingers on the bridge of her nose, her red braid flipping over her shoulder as she looks to you.

“Oh, you didn’t do anything? Really? You think I’m gonna believe a dumb little thing like you?” She shouted back at you, stepping closer to you. You step back in fear. “My keys are gone, and we haven’t heard your little dream sounds on the monitor either. And then I find you here??”

The things she was saying wasn’t like her. She was harsh, but when she knew you were in your little space, she was the most gentle giant you have ever been around besides Tony. But this time was different, because of one simple mistake.

Wanda hears the commotion from the bedroom and she looks over to the small baby monitor on the bedside table. She frowns as the screen blinks a low battery picture, and picks it up. She walks to the living room to find you pushing yourself against the wall while Natasha shouted at you.

Nat hasn’t calmed down yet, and Wanda knew that it could be devastating to your little self to see her like this. “Honey? Nat, baby, what’s going on?” She asked, gently placing her hand on her wife’s exposed shoulder.

Natasha’s head snaps to the source of the voice, and she steps away from your cowering body. “First she stole my keys to my filing cabinet, then she waited until we were busy to come out and read everything! Then she tries to deny it,” She explains. “I knew something was up when I didn’t hear anything from her room. Absolutely nothing.”

Wanda’s eyes widen, suddenly realizing why Nat couldn’t hear your little noises while you were asleep. She holds up the monitor and the blinking battery symbol mocks Natasha’s silence. “Batteries… they died,” Wanda says with a soft sigh.

She looks to the room and shakes her head. “While you and Pietro took her to the park this morning, Tony came by to see what info we had on HYDRAs plan to recapture Bucky. I guess he never cleaned up after himself.”

Immediately Natasha’s arms unfolded themselves and she silently pointed to your shivering and shaking form, facing away from them. She was in disbelief that Wanda never told her about this, and that she somehow was able to avoid the living room all together to even notice what Tony did.

Your Mommy bends down to not be so intimidating to you and takes your hands into hers. “Baby, can you look at mommy?” You don’t listen to her at first, Leo covering your face to hide you from any confrontation. “Tinyyyyyy… listen to me, please.” Wanda said. Hearing her voice turn from concern to demanding in an instant made you pull Leo from your face. “Such a good girl… how about we let Mama cool off, I think she needs some ice cream.”

Wanda looks up at Nat, giving a look telling her to take a walk to calm down. So, Nat holds up her hands in surrender and goes out the back door to the shed to work on her suit and gear.

In the mean time, Wanda gave you a bath, fed you, and read you a few stories. But when your Mama came in, she was in such a different mood. Even though she may have cooled off and the mess was gone, she stilled looked so angry and sad.

Was she still mad at you?

Days went by, and Nat had not even looked at you. Wanda was taking care of you on her own while Nat took care of herself for the time being.

It was a night like every other, but tonight, more tears fell down your face when you were in bed with Wanda, her lullaby lulling you to sleep.

Once you fell into a deep sleep, the next morning came like it did everyday. Bright, early, and loud. You cried for your mommy, hungry for breakfast and needing some love before the day started.

Wanda happily entered your nursery, smiling as she saw you sat up in bed with Leo your hands. She frowned at your expression, more tears on your cheeks and a sadness in your eyes she just couldn’t pinpoint.

Carefully, Wanda sits on your bed with you.

“Are you alright, little one? I don’t like seeing those tears,” she frowns, swiping her thumb across your cheek. You don’t answer her, only crawling into her arms and hiding your face in her neck. Wanda sighs and kisses your forehead, softly rubbing your back to comfort you.

“S’mama still mad a’me?” Your small voice quivers with worry as you ask, not understanding why Natasha was turning a cold shoulder to you.

Now that Wanda has pinpointed where these emotions were coming from, she says “Oh sweetheart, no, she’s not mad at you,” she pauses, tightening her arms around you. “She’s just a little confused, that’s all. Silly mommy forgot to talk to mama and tell her we had a visitor from Uncle Tony.”

Nodding in response, you sniffle softly. Your tummy rumbles and you look up to your mommy. Wanda smiles and gently sets you at the top of your bed again, scooting up to sit next to you. Again, she pulls you into her arms and lifts her shirt over her breast.

She hums softly as you latch onto her nipple, the milk from the pills she took flowing into your mouth. Your hands gently hold her breast, and you close your eyes.

After you’re full, you sit up and start to scoot off the bed. Wanda tilts her head and starts to follow you. “Where are you going, tiny?” She smiles, helping you off the bed when you whimper. Even though you can get off the bed perfectly fine, you still wanted your mommy’s help.

“Gonna go find mama and give da cuddles she need,” you say with determination. Wanda chuckles and takes your free hand.

“Here, I’ll help,” she says, following you as you gently pull her out of the room.

Natasha was at the kitchen table, reorganizing the files that Tony had been looking through and making sure that nothing was stolen. You were nervous to go see her, and Wanda could tell. But she gave you a gentle nudge when you looked up at her, your mama not yet noticing your presence.

You took a step forward, and softly tapped on Nat’s shoulder. The woman turns her head and looks up at you from her spot at the table. You looked at her, and then the papers, and back to her. With lots of bravery, you reach for her hand, holding it and pulling her up.

Nat looked to her wife with a confused expression, a small smile painting her lips too. She followed you as you pulled her to the couch, guiding her to sit. “Tiny, what are you doing, love?” A small chuckle leaving her mouth.

You ignore her question and move to Wanda, pulling her to sit next to Natasha. Now that both women were sat, you climbed onto their laps and settled you bum right between them. Your head lays on Nats chest, and your legs rests over Wanda lap.

“Don wan yous to be mad at me anymow,’” you whisper, tears causing small stains to appear on Nats grey tank top. Her face softens, and her arms wrap around your body, holding you against her.

“Sweet girl, mama’s not angry with you anymore, mama was just busy and hadn’t been able to spend time with you,” she explains, feeling guilty when she heard you sniffle. “I promise I’m not mad, ok sweetheart?”

You nod and look up at her, connecting your lips to hers in a soft kiss. Nat finally understood why you were having a hard time like Wanda told her. She was beating around the bush when she mentioned you weren’t doing well. You were just worried that your mama hated you, and that you were still in trouble for something you didn’t do.

“I’ll be sure to ask before I assume next time, ok?” You nod and smile up at her, kissing her cheek and nuzzling your nose into her neck. The three of you sat on the couch for quite a while, holding each other and reassuring you.

Nat knew she messed up, but she was so glad that you came to her and asked for forgiveness. But she knew better than to allow you to ask for forgiveness, as it was her that should be asking.

And you did forgive her, loving her just the same as every other day you were with them.

[ahllohehn]

HERMITS AND THE OLYMPIANS MASTERPOST PT.2 (10/22/2024)

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Hermits and The Olympians/Emperors of Olympus is a Hermitcraft/Empires SMP based Percy Jackson AU based off my art and headcanons!

(Please do not use the tags for other PJO AUs as I use them to specifically label what's based off mine.)

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Seperated by art/doodles, headcanons/discussion, fanfics:

# FIRST MASTERPOST LINK

#90 CLEO HCs #91 JIMMY HCs #92 FLOWERHUSBANDS / SHINY DUO HCs #93 TREEBARK AGAIN YES I APOLOGIZE

#94 HATOLI #95 (CARESSES GENTLY) ETHUBS MY LOVES #96 (STRANGLES VIOLENTLY) GRUMBO ATTACK!!! #97 WELCOME TO HEPHAESTUS CABIN

#98 MY ACTUAL DIVORCED PARENTS (CLETHO) #99 A TRILLION LIONS OR THE SUN? (GRUMBO) #100 GALAXY DUO.... SAVE YOURSELVES, GALAXY DUO.... #101 CUB, MY THIRD FAVORITE /J #102 IJEVIN & XBCRAFTED PORTAITS #103 JOEY CRUMBS I GUESS

#104 I NEED TO STFU ABOUT GEM EVENTUALLY #105 MUMSCARIAN IS IN MY BLOOD THO SO NO SHUTTING THE FUCK UP ABOUT THAT REALLY #106 THE DEAL WITH SCOTT AND XORNOTH #107 ... HOW HUNGRY? (SHITPOST)

#108 HATO!MUMBO SKIN! :D #109 SAUSAGE AND FWHIP... AND POOR GEM? #110 FALSEGEM ... GEMSYMMETRY? WTF IS THEIR DUO NAME #111 WE ARE SO BACK, WELCOME HOME NATURE WIVES

#112 MOTHER KNOWS BEST. AFTER ALL, SHE'S THE WORLD. #113 HANAHAKI DISEASE AS A TREAT #114 DADSUMA #115 TANGO EYESTRAIN #115 PAPA K #116 ONE MORE LIL TANGO

#117 VERY DEMURE, VERY MINDFUL #118 GRUMBO STOP DIVORCING I CANT AFFORD MORE TEARS #119 ABANDONED FALSE PORTRAIT #120 WEAPONS #121 JIMMY CARD + EOO TYPOGRAPHY

#122 GRUMBO AU OF A HERMITCRAFT AU #123 BLANK TEMPLATE FOR EMPERORS OF OLYMPUS ID CARDS #124 RENCHANTING #125 JOEY PORTRAIT #126 JOEL PORTRAIT #127 WELCOME BACK SHINYDUO #128 GRUMBO FAMILY PHOTO (ACCURATE HEIGHT TRUST)

#129 THE GIRLIES #130 HATO!JOEY AND LORE DESPITE MYSELF #131 LIST OF CAMP COUNSELLORS #132 APHRODITE AS ARIANA GRIANDE #133 JOE HILLS PORTRAIT #134 GENDERBENT MUMBO N TANGO #135 JIMMY LORE EVEN IM CONFUSED WITH

#136 HERMITS AND THE OLYMPIANS FANFICTION CONTEST

#137 DEMIGODS AND MAGICIANS (DESERTDUO AND CLINGYDUO) #138 COWABUMMER! #139 XISUMA'S HELMET #140 BIGB PORTRAIT #141 JIMMY PORTRAIT #142 CAMP EMPIRES CHARACTER PORTRAIT SUMMARY

#143 GEM AND ETHO SIBLINGS TRUTHER #144 I LIKE MAKING GRUMBO BE TSUNDERE/SHY TO EACH OTHER #145 STRESSKALL SMILEY FACE #146 POSE PRACTICE - CAPTURE THE FLAG #147 FLOWER RANCHERS #148 PEARL PORTRAIT REDRAW/REDESIGN #149 GIRLBOSS, GASLIGHT, GATEKEEP? #150 GLASSES GRIAN MY BELOVED :) #151 HERMITS AND THE OLYMPIANS FANFICTION CONTEST SUBMISSIONS LIST

OTHER HaTO Related Links:

HaTO Roleplay Blogs Masterpost by gem-the-oracle HaTO Archive of Our Own Series HaTO Discord Server

[dark-elf-writes]

So we have transmasc Percy who has been pouring out offerings to Dionysus since before he believed the gods to be real and now I’m thinking of the moments in Titans Curse and Mark of Athena when Percy gets help from Dionysus/Bacchus and-

God in this AU getting Percy to say please in Titan’s Curse is both easier and harder.

He’s more used to asking for Dionysus’s help after all. Had asked time and time again over the years. But he only ever asked silently. Not to his face. Not to Mr D’s face. The plea sticks in his throat. Catches behind his teeth. Gagging him. Choking him.

He had taken two bullets in their mad dash west. One caught by the leather coat he got off the Nemean Lion that he quickly tossed over Grover’s shoulders to protect his best friend. But the other…

The other had taken him full in the chest, knocking him down and leaving his bruised ribs screaming in pain but… otherwise unharmed. The others had gaped at him, uncomprehending, but Percy knew. Felt the familiar thrumming warmth under his shirt. The binder he had almost convinced himself to leave behind for a too small and distinctly nonmagical version still tucked away in his cabin after his argument with Mr. D. The gift left anonymously for him after he came back from his first quest as if the person leaving it had known just how much his old one had been hurting him during their quest to find the master bolt. (Of course he knew. It was his job to know. The one domain he wasn’t locked out of in his decades long timeout.)

“Please,” He finally bites out, shocked the word didn’t chip his teeth. “Dionysus, please.”

Not Mr. D.

That’s not the god he was praying to.

They both knew it.

For a second the face in the iris message flickers. For a second instead of a middle aged man looking back at him it’s a beautiful nymph. Instead of an uncaring camp director it’s the god that has been protecting and blessing Percy Jackson for years.

It hangs between them. Heavy and unspoken. Forever unspoken if the two of them have anything to say about it.

Then comes the sound of pure insanity from the kill squad currently creeping ever closer to them.

Percy was going to have to find some Diet Coke… or maybe a thing of boxed wine to accidentally spill.

[kitsipher]

Did you know: Sandy picked up guitar at a summer camp? She wanted to be able to participate in campfire songs with the group in her cabin!

her guitar's name is mango!

Her favorite song is "little lion man"

also have a few other stuff.. (a blank on for a fake collage or whatever and a transparent one..)

meow

COUGHS @i-ate-your-dog-srry COUGH COUGH.. ohhhhh nooooOooO I "accidentally" @'d my mutual.. oh noo

[leiawritesstories]

The Heroine: A Piratical Comedy

So I mentioned this earlier, but I took the inspiration for a fanfic piece that I wrote called "swords and sea breezes" and turned it into an original short story. and I had so much fun writing the original work that I'd love love love to share it with you all :D

it is...quite different from my fanfic style, primarily because the heroine is supposed to be completely ridiculous and shallow and maybe a little self-centered, which was a challenge to write but a very very fun challenge. anyway. here is the story, and i hope you enjoy!!! please please please let me know what you think (i'm nervous)

word count: 3,854

warnings: none ;)

enjoy!! hopefully *nervous quiver*

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To say she “hadn’t wanted to be on this ship” would have been a gross understatement. There was not a single molecule of Lady Cassandra Antoinetta Ellianna Worplesmith’s being that had not resisted this journey, but despite her valiant, eloquent attempts to stay off the ship, there she stood. Apparently her meddlesome parents would stop at nothing to force their only child into marriage with a foreign prince. 

It was positively medieval. She was sure that was the correct word. Cassandrietta—as her darling friends called her—was always receiving compliments for the wondrously dizzying quality of her speech. However, she was not prideful about her vocabulary, because her nurses and her tutors had been ever so careful to instruct her in cultivation of humility, and Cassa—which was the beastly nickname that her rotten little brother used to taunt her—was most cultivating of her humility. It groweth and bloometh’d like the flower of a rose, as she recalled that the poets said. 

Where was she? 

Ah—the ship. Positively medieval. She was entirely certain that her parents had laced her evening tea with a soporific sedative, because the honey and chamomile brew had tasted suspiciously of citrus. Cassandra loathed citrus; it tasted far too much like that ghastly orange juice that her governess insisted upon drinking every morning instead of a perfectly normal and acceptable cup of tea. 

When she awoke from her drugged sleep, Cassandra had locked herself in her cabin for three whole days and sat firmly on her bed with her arms folded across her dècolletage (which was a polite term for a lady’s, erm, chest), only emerging when the growling in her stomach increased to something akin to a lion’s gentle roar. The moment she cracked open her bedroom door, she immediately discovered a rotating patrol of soldiers posted outside in the narrow hallway, and it took her all of a week to convince the blue-jacketed young men that she was perfectly capable of relieving herself without supervision. They had blushed most endearingly when she first fluttered her fair lashes and implied that she required le toilette, because young men of course did not understand that proper young women like Lady Cassandra Antoinetta Ellianna Worplesmith required personal relief. 

It had taken her two additional weeks to convince her guards that her daily stroll about the deck was decidedly not enough fresh air for her delicate complexion, and they had finally allowed her to walk around the ship throughout the day, provided there was at least one guard tailing her at all times. She had taken to standing at the polished railing and staring off longingly into the horizon, affecting a pose that the heroines of her favorite romance novels always assumed whenever they were taken captive at sea and faced a fate most horrid. Those beautiful young ladies’ longing stares and sighing sighs always brought a handsome, wealthy, noble young man to the rescue. 

Cassandra had always dreamt of being rescued from a fate most horrid by a handsome, wealthy, noble young man. 

She folded her arms delicately upon the railing and propped the smart little point of her chin upon her gloved hands. Her favorite white silk gloves were unthinkably filthy after three full weeks without the proper staff to launder them, but a lady must not be seen without her gloves, even when said gloves were horridly speckled with dust and dirt from three entire weeks at sea. Besides, if a handsome, wealthy, noble young man were to suddenly appear for her rescue, she certainly could not be seen with bare hands. 

As the setting sun drifted airily beneath the horizon in a waterfall of pink, coral, rose, blush, mauve, and orange hues (oh! she did so love when she could exercise her artistic vocabulary), Cassandra felt a sea breeze ruffle her hems, and rather than risk exposing her ankles, an unspeakable offense against ladylikeness, she gathered her skirts in one hand and cleared her throat delicately. 

“Ahem! Corporal, I believe I shall retire to my chamber.” She lowered her gaze and peered up at her current guard ’neath demure lashes (another expression that her favorite romance heroines always wore on their dainty faces), for a proper lady could never look a man in the eye, particularly not one so shy as Corporal Smyth. 

The corporal cleared his throat several times. “Of-of course, my lady, p-p-please allow me to escort you.” Off he went, tripping over his oversized boots as he stumbled to open the door to the stairs. 

Cassandra graced the gangly young corporal with a sympathetic smile. She was fond of the boy soldier; he reminded her of the butler’s boy at home that she always sent on the most trivial errands purely because he had the prettiest manners. And—unlike Sergeant Wilbur, who was old and crotchety and communicated solely in surly commands—Smyth actually conversed with her. 

She was just about to ask Corporal Smyth if he would help her select her dress for dinner when the ship’s bell started up the most obnoxious clamor. “Why on earth must it be so loud?” she complained with a frown. An instant later, though, she smoothed out her expression, for frowning led to wrinkles, and wrinkles were worse than bare hands. 

“I-I am not certain, my lady,” Smyth replied. “Shall I—?” 

“All hands on deck!” bellowed Sergeant Wilbur, rushing past in a flurry of red cheeks and heavy, thumping bootsteps. “That means, you, Smyth!” He reached over and grasped the door to Cassandra’s room. “You—stay put.”

He slammed the door in her face! 

Cassandra was so incredibly outraged that she stood stock-still, gasping for an adequate retort. She snapped her mouth shut and crossed firmly to the door, but found it barred from the outside. No matter how hard she pushed or pounded the wood with her sensitive, small hands, it refused to budge. 

Incensed, she searched for an appropriately horrific epithet. “You absolute spinster!” she shrieked. There! Mamma always did say that a spinster was the worst fate that could befall a woman. That should be satisfactorily offensive. 

Cassandra returned to her bed, sat down, crossed her arms, and glared at the solidly barred door, counting her heaving breaths until her pulse slowed to a more ladylike pace. Up on deck, she heard all sorts of noises—yells from the sailors, barked commands from Sergeant Wilbur, clangs of metal, assorted booms and bangs and pops that sounded oddly like the annual fireworks show for the King’s birthday. If she had been locked in her room to prevent her from watching, Cassandra might have to become quite indignant. She walked to the small window and peered outside, squinting in the darkness. 

Something bright and fiery streaked across the sky in a blur. She gasped—it was fireworks! And those awful sailors had locked her in her room! 

Cassandra became quite indignant. 

She picked up a book from her valise, one of those terribly heavy, stuffy, dull books on etiquette that her governess made her read, and beat upon her door with the thick volume. To her surprise, she found it strangely satisfying. “Can none of you gentlemen hear me?” she cried, indignant. Goodness, but it was fun to be indignant! “I must see the fireworks!” 

She stopped hitting the door with the book when she ran out of breath, and she sat back down upon her bed and hurled the book at the door. It collided with her door with an immensely satisfying thump, but the door did not so much as budge. Cassandra scowled, her arms once again folded crossly over her dècolletage, and leant down to retrieve another horrid etiquette book to throw at the door. 

Just as that book thudded into it, the door collapsed inwards in a shower of splinters. 

Cassandra squeaked in shock and ducked her head under her pillow for safety. After a very long time (she counted all the way to twenty-five), she lifted a corner of the pillow and peeked out. Her door had been ripped clean off its hinges and laid in shambles upon the floor. Gaining confidence, she sat up slowly, picking up one more smaller book. She must ensure that the door was truly down, because she had once read a story wherein the heroine thought that her door was open but had discovered that she was dreaming, and Cassandra could not possibly risk that fate. So she threw the book. 

It hit the man in her doorway squarely in the nose. 

Cassandra shrieked. 

The man dropped his knife and clamped his hand across his profusely-bleeding nose. 

The book hit the ground with a dull thunk. 

“Alack!” It seemed the proper thing to cry as she hurried out towards the upper deck. 

She made it all of four steps before a rough, calloused hand wrapped around her upper arm and cut her escape short. “I don’t think so, my lady.” She was spun around to face the sailor with the bloodied nose, which was swollen and turning purple. 

Cassandra was so stunned by his flagrant breach of decorum that it took her ten full seconds to recover her speech. “One does not simply touch a lady!” she snapped, swatting his hand with her fan. A lady always had her fan tucked discreetly into her sleeve, of course. 

The man hissed, removing his hand. “You’re a fiery little thing, aren’t you?” 

“I am not the one who violates proper manners,” she retorted coldly, treating him to a blazing stare as her favorite heroines did. She huffed and turned on her heel, but once again, he stopped her. 

“I wouldn’t go up there if I were you, my lady.” This time, her fan was useless against his vice-like grip. To her horror, he lowered his scruffy jaw towards her ear. She squirmed in his grasp, tilting herself as far away from his smirking face as possible. “There be pirates up there.” 

Pirates?

Unable to recall a better solution, Cassandra swooned. 

~

She blinked awake to the familiar scent of salt water and the decidedly unfamiliar sensation of unblocked sun beating down upon her brow. With a sudden start, she roused herself and reached for her parasol, only to discover that her hands—her bare hands! The horror!—had been restrained by a roughly knotted length of rope. 

For a moment, she became so incensed that she could only stamp her dainty little foot and utter muffled squeaks of rage. “Untie me at once!” she finally managed to utter. “I am a lady!” 

“Aye, that we can tell, lassie.” A very large, very dirty, very grinning man with innumerable stains and rips in his shirt and trousers and a leather patch strapped across his left eye loomed up in front of her. “Why’d ya think we took ya?” 

Cassandra gaped in shock before she recalled that a lady must never allow her teeth to be visible and snapped her jaw closed. “And where, pray tell, have you taken me?”

“Welcome to Haitch Hemm Hess Cleavage, me lassie!” boomed the stout, redheaded, grossly unkempt sailor, his wide grin revealing atrociously crooked teeth and rancid breath that nearly caused Cassandra to swoon. And furthermore, he had the most vile Liverpudlian accent, which no doubt marked him as a man of ill repute. Her mother always said that men of ill repute spoke with Liverpudlian accents. 

“Ach, don’t ya be scarin’ the lass, now,” interjected another man, forcibly shoving the redheaded boor out of her view. This one was mildly easier on the eyes, with brown eyes and a patchwork kerchief tied around his dark hair, and he had the decency to sheathe his bloody dagger before he bowed to Cassandra. “After all, we have just kidnapped her.” 

Cassandra nearly swooned again—indeed, she would have swooned if it were not for the fortitudinous remembrance that heroines in romance novels were often kidnapped before a handsome, wealthy, noble young man could rescue them. “I do not recall seeing you upon my parents’ ship,” she sniffed, staring down her nose as best as she could when looking up at the abominably rude man. 

“’Twould be because he was up on deck, cutting down the idiots you called soldiers.” Oh, she knew that voice. 

Very slowly, Cassandra turned half around, her gaze descending upon the man who had rudely broken down her door (yes, she knew her etiquette books could not have made the stubborn thing implode) and lain his hands upon her person. It gratified her somewhat to notice that he bore a bandage on his swollen, crooked, purple-blue nose. She sneered. “Do explain why you saw fit to remove my person from my ship, sailor.” 

“Ah-ah, miss.” He clicked his tongue as if she were some impertinent child. “Please, allow me to introduce myself. I am Captain Kit Lancelot of this very fine vessel, Her Majesty’s Bosom, and if you would direct your gaze upwards, miss, you will soon discover just what kind of a ship we are.” 

“That is a ridiculous name, not to mention incredibly inappropriate.” Cassandra blushed but covered it by clicking her tongue as she looked upwards, her gaze tracing a vast expanse of sails, ropes, and dirty sailors lounging around in those ropes before alighting upon the black flag atop the tallest mast. As the flag bent in the breeze, it revealed the viciously grinning skull stitched upon its surface. 

And the rather artfully wrought…erm, bustier…beneath the skull. 

For the second time that day, Cassandra gaped. “You…pirates!”

“I did warn you, miss,” the pirate captain chuckled. He turned his attention to his crew of ne’er-do-wells, which was her novels’ common term for pirates. “Gents! This here is the Lady Cassie—”

“Excuse me!” She huffed furiously, wishing her hands were free so that she could throw another book at Captain Kit Lancelot’s smug face. “My name is Lady Cassandra Antoinetta Ellianna Worplesmith, and you may address me as ‘my lady’ or ‘Lady Cassandra.’” 

The pirate had the absolute gall to quirk up one eyebrow, stare at her, and laugh. 

“I was not brought here to be the object of your amusement,” Cassandra huffed. 

“Ah, that’s where you’d be wrong, Cassie.” The pirate captain strolled down from the slightly elevated deck and stopped just in front of her, so tall that she was forced to raise her eyes to meet his mirth-filled gaze. He apparently drew delight in calling her by an abhorrently shortened version of her proper name, the rogue. 

Although…for a rogue, he was quite handsome. 

Cassandra nearly slapped herself clear across the face. This man was a pirate—precisely the opposite of the handsome, wealthy, noble young man that would no doubt come to rescue her. Handsome he may be, but noble he was decidedly not. But he was quite handsome…

“I do hope you’ll enjoy your stay here on the fine ship Her Majesty’s Bosom,” Captain Lancelot drawled, raising one hand to his brow in a mocking sort of salute. “Allow me to show you to your chamber.” He looped her arm through his and escorted her (though his pace was so swift that he might as well have dragged her) below decks, down a corridor, and into a surprisingly clean room with a freshly made bed and a proper washstand in the corner. 

It was, if she could admit it, quite a noble act. Which made him both handsome and noble. 

“This is—I—” Before Cassandra could formulate a coherent sentence, the captain strode out of her room and barred the door, and in that instant, her flash of surprise curdled like spoilt milk into sour bitterness, and she spoke an epithet so horrific that her mother had threatened to slap her hands with a leather strap if it was uttered. “Blast you, pirate!” 

Though, if she told the proper truth, she quite wanted to kiss him, not blast him.

~

Three weeks passed upon the pirate ship with the name that Cassandra still could not hear without blushing, and her fate had yet to change. She began to wonder if these pirates (who, it was to be admitted, although begrudgingly, seemed almost decent men save for the fact that they practiced piracy) were in truth going to bring her to their lair and keep her in captivity forever, as the redheaded one had suggested. During her daily walks, which Captain Kit Lancelot had allowed her to take after she protested that her delicate complexion was wasting away in the belowdecks dampness (her beloved romance heroines were always complaining of belowdecks dampness), she always paused at the railing and stared across the empty ocean for a moment, wondering if she lived in a waking dream. 

That evening, as per usual, she paused at the railing, her bare hands clasping the weathered wood, and stared out over the endless expanse of waves and skies. Is this truly to be my fate? 

When the cannonball blazed across the pirate ship’s deck, there was no soldier by her side to order her to duck. 

Cassandra screamed and dropped to the deck, her heartbeat immediately racing. She half wondered if her sighing and wishing had brought this attack upon the pirate ship, but there was a tiny, soft voice in the back of her head that reminded her she was aboard a pirate ship. Attacks on pirates were as regular as rain in London. 

“Get below, Cassie!” Captain Kit Lancelot roughly yanked her to her feet, his firm grip around her upper arms shocking her back into reality. 

She gasped, outraged. “I am perfectly capable of walking without your assistance!” 

He smirked. “There’s that feisty spirit.” 

“I am not ‘feisty,’ Kit.” She spat his name with as much vitriol as she could muster. 

His smirk only widened. “Ah, Cassie, I do like it when you say my name.” He released her arms from his grasp. “Now get. Below.” 

Before she could whirl about and head for the stairs, there was a mighty chorus of yells as a group of blue-jacketed sailors stormed onto the deck of Her Majesty’s Bosom from the naval ship that had grappled itself to the pirate’s side. The leader of the group, sword in one hand and pistol in the other, charged straight for Kit and Cassandra, righteous fury smoldering across his handsome, noble face. 

The pieces suddenly clicked in her mind. 

Her rescue! She knew he would come for her. 

Swiftly, she ducked behind a nearby barrel, crouching down so that she could witness the fight unfolding before her but still have some protection from the battle that raged across the ship’s deck. Pirates and soldiers flung punches, kicks, swords, blades, guns, and curses at each other, darting back and forth in a sort of deathly dance. 

And none were more closely locked in deathly, mortal combat than Captain Kit Lancelot and Cassandra’s rescuer. 

Kit slammed the hilt of his dagger into the other man’s gun hand, knocking the pistol away. “Just what d’ye think yer doing on me ship, Lord Richard Emsberry?” 

Lord Richard Emsberry. Goodness, but it was a lovely, noble name for a lovely, noble man! 

“I’ve come to take the Lady Cassandra from your clutches, of course.” Lord Emsberry’s sword clashed with Kit’s, and she could have sworn that sparks flew from the impact of the blades. 

“That’s a delightfully noble plan, Lord Dick.” Kit laughed as he lunged. “Too bad you must fail.” 

“No more unfortunate than your remarkable ego,” Emsberry returned. He struck low, catching Kit off guard and slicing a crimson stripe across the pirate’s upper leg. 

Kit grunted. “You’ll pay for that.” 

“Oh, I don’t think so.” Emsberry glanced over towards Cassandra’s shelter. “I shall be with you in a mere moment, my lady!” He delivered a vicious punch to Kit’s shoulder, and Kit swore filthily, causing Cassandra to cover her ears and avert her gaze. 

She never could stand it when there were men swearing in her presence. 

A long moment passed, and when she ventured another peek, the deck had gone eerily quiet. She crept out from behind her barrel, delighted hope swelling within her heart when she beheld the wondrous sight of Lord Emsberry holding a weakened Kit by the collar, sword poised to execute his justice. It was a scene straight out of her favorite romance novel, and she could scarcely believe that her own romance would contain the same scene. 

Emsberry flourished his sword. “Come, Lady Cassandra! You are safe with me!” 

Cassandra stepped forth, gaining confidence with each stride she took. She envisioned the scene as it would be written—a noble young lady crossing the embattled deck to her handsome, noble, wealthy rescuer, who awaited for her blessing. She was two paces from Lord Richard Emsberry when she stopped and lowered her lashes, remembering that she must recall her demure, ladylike manners. “I thank you for your most noble and virtuous rescue, my lord.” 

He released the pirate captain’s collar, letting Kit drop to the deck, and extended his hand to Cassandra. “My ship awaits your fair presence, my lady.” 

“Oh, I do believe I’ve dreamt of this rescue!” She delicately placed her fingertips over his palm. 

Metal screeched against wood as Captain Kit Lancelot shoved himself to his feet, sword grasped firmly in his bloodied hand. “Cassie, don’t tell me you see this as your ideal romance.” 

She sighed plaintively, like the heroine always did at this juncture. “Perhaps, if you had turned out to be noble, I might have cast you as the hero.” 

Kit scoffed. “There is no world in which I am a hero.” She opened her mouth to respond, but he cut her off. “And you should really think twice about believing everything you read in books.” Sunlight glinted off Kit’s blade as he thrust forwards in a powerful, brutally beautiful arc. 

It plunged clean through Lord Richard Emsberry’s chest.

And as Kit jerked his sword free, the lord stumbled backwards and toppled into the sea with a pathetic final splash. 

Cassandra’s entire being froze, stunned to the core. “You…he…my lord!”

Kit tipped his head back and laughed, wild and raucous. “Like I told you when we first met, Cassie, here there be pirates. And I’m king of them all.” A breeze brushed across the deck, tousling his dark hair in a delightfully artful way. 

She did appreciate the sight of a handsome man with windblown hair, and the men who won the heroine did always have windblown hair. And…well…if a proper lord was not in her story, could her story end with a pirate king?

Kit’s hand wrapped around her arm. “Gents, take Lady Cassie to the brig.” 

To the—that was not what the hero of the novel was supposed to do! 

As the iron bars of the brig door slammed shut with a resounding clang, Cassandra dropped to the floor, her formerly perfectly coiffed head falling despondently into her hands. Melancholy (it had to be melancholy, as always behooved a proper lady in dire straits) swept over her, and for the first time since she’d been taken to the pirate ship, she…doubted. 

She doubted happy endings. 

She doubted her happy ending most of all. 

~~~

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[thehotgrandparent]

Berry laid his head on the table and sighed tiredly, he was bored, he wanted to be able to run around, move around but DDD wanted him stuck in that cabin, closing his eyes Berry almost let himself doze off, almost but then a familiar smell hit him making him -o sit down hurriedly. Berry felt her long before he heard her footsteps, the familiar smell of freshly baked cake and fabrics, if he could they would have their tails wagging. Except it was wrong, the Margarette in front of him wasn't Margarette, the documents were wrong, she was looking the wrong way, but the smell was the same

B- Where is she?-Berry growled, the guttural sound coming from the back of his throat

D- Excuse me?

B- Margarette, where is she

D- I'm right here

B- You're not her- this time the Doppelgänger shrank and for a few moments Berry saw the disguise falter- What did you do to her and why do you smell like Margarette?

Margarette was the only one missing from the day's list, but she was late and Berry was even past the time to keep the reception open. The growl grew louder, their eyes changed color as the Doppelgänger looked on in horror as he saw the gatekeeper's transformation, unable to run away after Barry pressed the red button, they would retrieve Margarette, but first, they would take out the trash.

Dark/protective Berry, it was just something that stuck in my head

Berry being dark/protective is best Berry.

Berry would defo fight and kill for the residents of the apartment, since they’ve grown on him a lot, and that they consider the residents as their ‘pack’ (again, kind of like a pack of lions/wolves), so they would definitely kill doppel!Margarette.

I’m also guessing that Margarette died? 👀👀👀

[which-qsmp-egg-would]

Here's Ver for the egg summer camp! :D (idk what else to say o(-( )

Woooo a new camper! There may only be about a month left, but it's never too late join :] It looks like you're in... Lion Cabin!

Here's your bandana!

(Also, what is your egg's signature item? like how Chayanne has his duck floatie or Empanada has her pancakes.)

[maladaptivedaydr3amer]

+*+*+*+My updated introduction post+*+*+*+*

Name: Isabelle

Zodiac:Leo

MBTI:INFP

Nationality:American

Height:5’4

Pronouns:she/her

Pjo cabin: Hecate

Hogwarts house: Slytherin.

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Interests:

•movies

•theatre

•horror

•books

•history

•Tv-shows

•Music

•Animals

•Writing

•Stuffed Animals

•Psychology

•Paranormal

Favorites

Movies:

•Thirteen(2003)

•Amazing Spider man(2012)

•Saw 2(2005)

•Ginger Snaps(2000)

•Scary Movie(2000)

Musicians:

•Mitski

•Chappell Roan

•Paris Paloma

Book Characters:

•Nico Di Angelo(Percy Jackson and the Olympians)

•Jacob Portman(Miss Peregrines home for Peculiar Children)

•Remus Lupin(Harry Potter saga)

Fandoms:

•Marauders Era

•PJO

•MPHFPC

Songs:

•Brand New City(Mitski)

•Pink Pony Club(Chappell Roan)

•weird girl(Mommy Long Legs)

Shows:

•American Horror Story

•Dance Moms

•South Park

Colors:

•Black

•Green

•Blue

Animals:

•Lions

•Bears

•Dogs

Dislikes:

•Hot weather

•Bugs

•Mint

•Star-track

•Snakes

•D/c Movies

[wackytheorist]

A sketch of yuri's head for @which-qsmp-egg-would 's summer camp event. I have something cooking for my fellow lion cabin mates(psst it has to do with the fofoca) but I wanted to get this out :D

[campsupernova]

Counselor Introduction: 🏛️ Daemon Callaghan 🏛️

Name: Daemon Callaghan

Pronouns: He/Him Only, Please.

Age: 17, 18 in December.

Cabin: 🔥 Hephaestus, of Course?? 🔥

Years at camp: "Eight Years, Unfortunately."

Preferred Weapon: "..I Mostly just burn things, or use abilities when it comes to combat, but if I HAD to use a physical weapon.. dual blades. I have a pair of pristine, black dual blades which handle's double as brass knuckles. I won't ramble on.."

Fun Facts: "..It feels strange, mentioning, but before I returned to camp two years ago on my last quest, me and.. him ..came across carbune, a mechanical lion that I keep on me now. Apparently, he belonged to the past Hephaestus kids here at camp, and was lost.. whatever happened to him, I don't know, but that lion is OLD."

Responsibilities: "The Forge, and Festus. While I'm not the only caretaker for the dragon, I do believe I'm the one down at bunker-nine the most where he's kept.. but otherwise, I run the forge and all of it's associations. If you need something, you can ask me- if I'm not busy, or if your not a d-"

EDITORS NOTE: Daemon, we talked about this!

[sugar-glaze-donut]

This is the Part 2 of this fic <3

I'm so happy some people liked it :D

TW: Probably OOC characters, OC (not exactly, it's just Aruji-sama), small spoilers of episodes other than episode 1

Life as an Angel from Akuneko - Part 2

You stood outside the cabin with your fist on your hips.

Yeah, you just stood there awkwardly.

Everything's been pretty overwhelming you know? Devil butlers are after your ass (a metaphor btw) and the angels probably already know about your betrayal.

Damn, such a nice way to start a new life in another world, no?

Using the wings on your back, you flutter up to stand on the cabin's roof. The ceiling creaks slightly under your weight but shows no sign of collapsing.

Thank god...

You stare into the distance from on top of the roof.

"Oh hey... isn't that Devil's Palace?"

Indeed it is. Standing in its glory, the Devil's Palace, a.k.a. the abode of the 13 (or 16? You don't know what part of the story it is now) butlers, a cat butler, and a normal human being, stood proudly amongst the tall trees of the forest.

"That does remind me though, the story..." You closed your eyes and scratched your head. "I mean, I know Haures is alive. That means Fennesz and the older butlers are alive too. And... that only squeezes the possibilities to half of the whole timeline..."

God fucking damn it

Running a hand through your really short hair, you sighed once again and scanned the world below you.

But then, at the corner of your eye, you see a bush rustling. Is it Tristia? Or her friend?? Tristia should be in the cabin sleeping right now... and there's no barn or civilization nearby. And from your knowledge, Devil's Palace didn't have a barn either. It wasn't windy too.

You descend from the roof and land on the ground. Cautiously, you approach the bush.

You puff up your wings to get ready to fly off. The thing in the bush gasped.

Huh?

It gasped??

You lunged forward to capture the thing in the bush. It was small. It was fluffy... and it had beautiful wine-red eyes.

"No... it can't be" Your eyes widened to see the feline butler from Devil's palace, Muu, squirming in your hands.

"H-hey!" Muu frantically yelled. "Let me go! Don't erase me!"

"..." In a moment of shock, you raise Muu to the sky (that moment from The Lion King) and hold him tight in your grip. Why was Muu here?

"...Who are you?" you decided to start with that question. In the story, it never showed that the angels had any interest in Muu. It'll be weird for an angel like you to know (or even acknowledge) his existence.

Muu looked as if you grew another head. "How- you can talk!?" Oh yeah, angels aren't supposed to say anything other than ["Die. For life"].

"Muu? Where are you?" There was an unrecognizable voice not that far away from the both of you. It didn't sound like any of the butlers, but Muu seemed to react to the voice. A panicked expression takes over Muu's face. "ARUJI-SAMA! DON'T COME NEAR!"

Aruji-sama...? Isn't that...

At that moment, a humanoid figure emerges from the trees.

It was a lady with long brown hair. They're not that tall, just a bit shorter than you. They wore a beautiful white dress with small flower stitching on the hem. Wow, Flure must've made that.

Aruji-sama (or, who you think it is) froze at the sight of you. They visibly paled and looked like they wanted to run away.

"Let...let him go!" the brunette exclaimed, pointing at Muu.

From your point of view, this seemed like a chance to gain their trust. A chance to gain information about the timeline. And... a chance to perhaps help them.

You must act clueless. They don't know you, but you do. "So... are you the master of the Devil Butlers?"

Just like with Muu, they looked at you as if you grew another head. "Are you another one of the Intelligent angels!?" they stood their ground and glared at you.

"Buddy, I'm flattered that you think I'm intelligent, but I'm not" You dead-panned at the brunette and let Muu down onto the ground. He rushed over to the master and hissed at you. "Don't worry, I won't erase you. Even if I wanted to I have no idea how to"

The duo seemed to relax a bit but the air was still tense. "How can we trust you?" "Why don't we introduce ourselves then?"

You sat on a rock near you and gestured for the duo to come near. They reluctantly go closer, but keep a short distance away from you.

"So then, my name is [Name]" You gesture to them to do the same. "...I'm Akane, the master of the Devil Butlers" The brunette quietly says. "And I'm Muu, Aruji-sama's butler" Muu proudly puffs his chest.

"Alright alrighty," You stretch and crack your knuckles. Nice, the introduction is complete, time to mess with them a bit.

"Is Muu a type of devil?" Akane and Muu looked at each other in silence and you smiled at them amused. "I- I'm not sure? Muu, you're a cat right??" "As far as I know, I think so?"

"How about you Miss Akane?" The girl flinched "Are you a type of devil? Do you have any cool powers?"

Akane fiddled with her fingers and looked down "No, I'm just a normal human being. But I can unleash the butler's powers! And, uh... that's all..."

"Hmm, that's cool." you mused. "I think I've asked enough questions, now it's your turn to ask me some" They instantly perked at this.

You closed your eyes, ready to be bombarded by questions. Akane asked the first question "Why exactly are you here?"

"Well, that's because I wanted a normal life instead of living in the angel's lair" Lie. You were planning on how to spend your life in this world

Muu asked the second question "Do you plan on attacking humans?"

"No. Like I said before, even if I wanted to I have no idea of how to erase people from existence" It's the truth. You don't EVER want to erase anyone.

Akane and Muu look at each other and talk in hushed voices. They're probably talking about what to ask next.

I shift my attention to the lake. It had a beautiful reflection of the sun setting. It must be night soon.

"You said you're not an intelligent angel, right?" Akane suddenly asks, catching you off guard. "If you're not an intelligent angel then... what exactly are you?"

You chuckled lightly. Yes. This is the question you wanted them to ask

"Well to put it simply, I'm a normal angel" You put a pause in between to make a dramatic effect. "But I wasn't an angel in the first place"

Your comment piqued their interest. Akane leaned forward and opened her mouth to ask a question, but you were quicker. You stood up from the rock and put your hand on Akane's mouth to silence her.

"Let's save your questions for another day, shall we? It's getting awfully late" you point to the setting sun.

"Oh yes! They must be worried by now!" Akane stands up and picks Muu up into her arms. "I'll... see you tomorrow?"

"Sure, why not?" you smile warmly at her. "Just don't tell any of your other butlers about me ok? I don't want anyone hunting my ass down"

Akane nods and waves at you. Muu's ears tilted back and his eyes shone. "Bye Miss Angel!"

They both rush through the trees, heading in the direction of Devil's Palace.

Once Akane's flowing dress was out of sight, you returned to the cabin to check up on Tristia.

"Hey Tristia I'm back-" you pause when you see Tristia sleeping soundly on the rocking chair near the empty fireplace.

"Ah," you walked over to a chair near the window and stared at the sky. The moon is out tonight. It's not a full moon yet so Lato doesn't have his trauma breakdowns yet.

The timeline...You know that Aruji-sama and Muu are here, meaning that the main story has started already. And Akane said "Another one of the intelligent angels" when you first met. This means that they had already encountered Seraphim.

"Which means... Haures is going to be demonized soon!" You have to warn them. But how? You can't just straight up tell them! "How should I help them..."

While you were debating and panicking, you didn't notice eyes of Tristia watching you

She was never asleep

She listened

She hoped

And she trusted

Tristia trusted you to save her brother.

Last edited - September 30

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[vase-of-lilies]

for the tiny verse au, can you write the first time R call wanda and natasha mommy and momma?really loves your writing <3

What It Was Always Meant to Be

Paring: Mommy!Wanda Maximoff x Little!Reader (f) x Mama!Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: Forced age regression, heavy md/lg (SFW when in little space), captivity, this is a dark AU

A/n: Thank you for the kind words and thank you for sending this in! I hope you like this! :D This request is kind of similar to my “Their Little One” fic, but here is a little deeper into their reaction!!

The note that you slid under Wanda and Natasha's door was simple and to the point. It was meant to tell your new caregivers that they had won. They had convinced you to fall into a point of submission where you were completely reliant on them.

The first few days of captivity with Wanda and Natasha, you were nowhere near regressing. You had stayed in your adult headspace since you had gotten to the cabin. Slowly but surely, they chiseled at your brain and reached the deepest parts to get you to regress. 

Days were spent locked in your nursery, in the childish teddy bear pajamas that they chose for you. You wish you could have a normal room, a normal bed, just a normal life. The adult-sized crib in the corner of the room caught your eye and you sighed as you stared at it. Every night you were chained inside of it, the two women who took you knowing full well you would try to escape at night. You knew you would too, and it scared you how much they knew about you. 

The day your mind slipped, you left the two women the note that told them you were ready to be their little girl. 

~~~~~~~

’You know, its not half bad here…’ a voice inside of you sounded. “Go away…” you growl, your consciousness coming to life and telling you everything you need to hear. ’Come on, Y/n. You don’t have to hide anymore. You can be taken care of just like you wanted. You don’t have to do taxes, you don’t have to cook, you don’t have to worry anymore. These women love you.’ The voice sounded again and you hit your own head.

“Stop it… please stop!” You say just a little louder. ’Give in. Give in. Give. In. GIVE IN!’ The voice was screaming at you now, telling you to live a life you don’t want, but truly need. You’ve been on your own all your life, and this was just the instant you needed to be taken care of.

“Give in?” You ask with a small whimper. ’Give in.’ The voice said back. And that’s exactly what you did. You gathered your crayons and a notebook and you decided to write a little note to each of your mommies. 

It read;

“Mommy and Mama I deecided I want to have a talk about me. I don’t want to disterb your working ness, so here are letters for you.”

~~~~~~~~

Every day Wanda and Nat read your little letter, waiting for you to say their titles in your own voice. Every day they waited, and pushed you deeper into a space you refused to get into. They did this every day until you finally said the words. 

“Mommy?” Your voice sounded in the doorway of Wanda and Nat's room. “Mama?” Your eyes scanned the room and finally, they landed on your mommies, looking to and then to each other in surprise. 

“Little one? What did you say?” Wanda stood up, walking over to you with a small smile on her lips. 

“Mommy…” You say, looking up at Wanda, and then saying “Mama,” As you look over to Natasha, telling them what you are going to call them. “I ready to be here.” You drop your head, looking down at the lion in your hands. 

Wanda and Natasha were so excited that you were finally succumbing to their constant pushing and praised you every time you called them by their titles. They absolutely loved it! In all honesty, you loved it too, and you learned to love it even more with every day you were kept in their hands. 

[the-pinstriped-hood]

Changing Shadows

A Percy Jackson/Olympians AU blurb

The first time she came across him, he didn't even bat an eyelash at her. Paying her no mind and instead checking his chocolate brown locks in the reflection of the lake, like all of his vain brothers and sisters.

As was customary of a child of Aphrodite.

They were walking beings of gorgeous perfection. They had some of the campers hanging off their every word and wound around their perfectly manicured nails. Even though most were immune to their natural goddess given charm and could see them for the vain and self obsessed creatures they were.

Silently, Percy wished that Bo had continued to pay her no mind. Unfortunately that's not what her father had in mind.

It was a regularly sunny day at Camp Halfblood. Kids were climbing the rockwall, satyrs were playing their reed pipes for the strawberries, Mr. D and Chiron were playing Pinochle on the porch of the Big House.

Percy was enjoying the shade under a large tree. She preferred darkened areas when it was sunny. All that sun made her irritable and gave her a headache. The Halfblood girl watched as her friends Darrell and Max were sparring casually while Ellie was listening to Ava play her guitar outside.

The calm was shattered however when a massive BARK! was heard. Heads shot up and activities ceased. More noises, the screams of wooded niyads and forest spirits ran out of the forest followed by a large hellhound from Hades that had bounded out of the woods. Fire drooling from its maw, trails of fire left in its wake with every step of its massive lion sized paws. This creature smelled like fresh dirt and corpses. A skeleton lazily had gotten caught on the spiked leather collar hanging around its large furry neck.

Kids yelled for archers and the Ares cabin took up their arms. The large shaggy hellbeast began charging straight at Darrell only to leap over the blonde and keep going, paws churning up soil.

Right for Percy.

The dark haired girl stood up, transfixed at the beast headed straight for her, unable to hear her campmates scream at her to get out of the way.

"BUBBAS?!" She asked incredulously.

The Newfoundland looking Hellhound charged at the poor girl, tackling her, Percy writhed and shrieked under the large mass of Raven colored fur. Darrell stopped short when that shrieking turned to laughter.

"Bubba! It's you! It's really you!!"

The Ares boy watched as the monster licked her face, the crowd growing around her and the canine. Chiron making his way to the middle. "Percy are you alright?" The centaur asked, his front legs kneeling.

The girl sat up, her glasses askew, hair messed up and face covered in dog saliva. A large smile split the little girl's face like Darrell had never seen on her.

"Bubba is my friend! I've known him since he was just a puppy. He was only a stray but everywhere I went he found me again and now he's here! He's gotten so big! Where'd you come from boy? Must've been awful far..."

Chiron grimaced, he and Darrell shared a worried glance.

"Sissy," the southerner took a knee. "You said this dog's been followin' you?"

Percy nodded, arms wrapping around the Hellhound's large furry neck as it panted, tail wagging.

"I don't know why, I just took a liking to him and he likes me. He was the only friend I've had. Is there something wrong, Chiron?"

The crowd's eyes fixed on something just shimmering above Percy's head: a Greek key. The symbol of Hades.

The entire camp knelt as Bubba nosed the young girl to her feet.

"Hail Persephone Jones, Daughter of Hades, Lord of the Underworld, The Silent One."

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Non-binary Masterlist

part two

Ain’t No Sunshine (ao3) - Queenofcolors sam/bucky T, 2k

Summary: Sam always hated these kinds of parties; they were always filled with stuffy people and fake smiles. The party was being held in a lavish hotel ballroom where people dressed in their finest attire brown-nosing to each other about their various investments. Sam weaved through the crowd holding two flute glasses of champagne walking towards a small group that had formed around Bucky.

Baby, I Like You In That Dress (ao3) - velvetjinx steve/bucky E, 2k

Summary: Bucky looks damn pretty in their new dress, and they know it too.

by foreign hands (or by familiar) (ao3) - ACometAppears steve/bucky E, 54k

Summary: Steve is a skinny trans florist who knows his way around a baseball bat. Bucky is a fugitive from the men that have hurt him for seventy years. Their paths cross one night when, panicked and alone, Bucky decides to hide in Steve's shop.

Call Me Bucky (ao3) - ACometAppears steve/bucky G, 3k

Summary: Steve finds it hard to believe that he ever called his best friend ‘James’. The name doesn’t fit right in his mouth; doesn’t taste right, on his tongue. It’s factually correct in terms of Bucky’s birth certificate, sure, but it’s still wrong.

Clue Her In (ao3) - MCUsic_to_my_ears nonbinary!mj G, 1k

Summary: Peter’s friend MJ is coming over to the cabin for the first time and he and Tony want to keep Morgan from misgendering them.

if the heavens ever did speak (ao3) - interropunct steve/bucky, peggy/steve E, 17k

Summary: Ever since he was little Steve felt different, felt wrong. But Bucky’s different too. Together from Brooklyn to battlefield they try to figure themselves out.

He wasn’t sure when he learned what it meant to be queer. But the first time he thought about two boys kissing he knew it was a bad thing to think. He quickly imagined the two boys pushing each other away but that thought made his chest hurt. Later he thinks its almost funny. The bullies knew before he did.

i'm a mess (ao3) - bisexualbarry peter/wade nonbinary!peter T, 3k

Summary: Peter's own mind seems to be against them at the worst of times. Being non-binary and Spider-Man aren't two things that seem to go well together, and it's getting harder for them to keep it from Wade.

Iron Heels (Soft/Hard) (ao3) - PrinceofBadassery bucky/tony M, 3k

Summary: Tony Stark finally approaches the creepy stalker who has been waiting outside the theater for over a week now and is pleasantly surprised. The stranger turns out to be nicer than he thought.

now winging selves sing sweetly (ao3) - iwillnotbecaged sam/bucky G, 2k

Summary: According to the stories, all families used to have a Trait. Deer antlers, tiger stripes, cat ears — something that marked them as a member of their family and that was passed from mother to child. Traits were less common now, although not quite rare enough to cause people to turn and gawk when someone with a lion’s mane or a lemur’s tail walked by.

The Wilsons had wings.

Satin Doll (ao3) - pusser steve/bucky T, 1k

Summary: “Would it bother you if I was a gal?”

That's My Man (ao3) - ACometAppears steve/bucky M, 3k

Summary: In 1941, Steve begs Bucky to help him get fighting fit so he can enlist.

In 2015, Steve orders something from the Avengers R&D department that Natasha delivers to him.

The Dreaded Trip (ao3) - BoredRoomba pepper/tony, harley/peter, mj/shuri, steve/bucky T, 13k

Summary: Well after reading practically every story under this tag I decided to make my own. Featuring Irondad and Spiderson. Some Gay boiz and funky lesbians. Also I love the Non-Binary MJ headcannon. And Loki is in this so ya.

The One-Armed Tailor (ao3) - ACometAppears steve/bucky M, 32k

Summary: When Steve manages to wreck the first Captain America suit he got after waking up in the 21st century, he decides to go to a tailor Natasha recommends to him, to make him a new one. At least, that's why he goes originally. He gets more than he bargained for.

The Purple Pajamas (ao3) - KingHippiedude (missreader) clint/phil T, 1k

Summary: Bucky's crash course in gender and sexuality in the twenty-first century went just as poorly as anticipated, though not for the reasons everyone expected.

there's nothing wrong with you, it's true. (ao3) - whimsicalMedley mj/peter T, 4k

Summary: Or, the one where Peter Parker finds out that MJ is nonbinary, and does everything in his power to be annoying as possible.

(It’s not like they appreciate his concern or anything.)

Tricks of the Trade (ao3) - MCUsic_to_my_ears mj/peter G, 1k

Summary: MJ is getting ready for a college interview, but isn't sure how much of their queerness to reveal. They get advice from a seasoned processional.

Whatever you want it to be (ao3) - parkermunson_bright mj/peter G, 1k

Summary: Peter and MJ are in MJ's house on a date and he wants to come out to her.

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Different First Meeting (2) Masterlist

part one

A million little suns (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Dan is just trying to get as far away from his home town as possible at Christmas when he gets stuck in a snow storm. He's rescued by an enigmatic stranger who take him back to his cabin in the mountains. What Dan doesn't know is that his rescuer is prolific, best-selling writer of erotica, Ricky Blitz. Will Dan end up with a porn-worthy situation all of his own? (hint: yes)

Porn with feels and some Christmas magic.

all i want for christmas (is you) (ao3) - lestered (clonetrobed)

Summary: He finds himself huffing out a small, high-pitched laugh that he couldn’t even dream of passing off as part of his natural register. “Hah… yeah. Mhm. Nice. Morn… ing. Yup. Sure is.”

Dan’s smile falls a tiny bit, a hint of confusion flickering behind his eyes. Unfortunately, that’s an expression Phil is all too familiar with receiving.

AU where Dan is Phil's Christmas coworker crush, and awkward boys are awkward.

Beautiful Liar (ao3) - withawhimper

Summary: A devastating revelation from a cute stranger sitting in the bar where Dan is supposed to be meeting his boyfriend rocks Dan's world- but it turns out that might not be such a bad thing

bubble (ao3) - blackbirddan

Summary: (temporary roommates au, alternative meeting, 2009!phan)

Burned Into My Soul (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: "Sometimes you have to run into this head first," Dan always said. Ironically, that's exactly what he did.

Caller Unknown (ao3) - Marranje

Summary: “Well, can I scam you?”

Dan blinked.

What.

“Did you… did you just ask if you could scam me?”

“Yes. Can I scam you?” he repeated.

“… sure, you can try,” Dan replied, baffled.

or, that scam caller au nobody asked for

canon in d (ao3) - danhoweiis

Summary: dan goes out to a bar and a stranger buys him a drink. what happens next may surprise you! [not clickbait]

dan is not a pianist (ao3) - Marranje

Summary: How Phil went from watching the pianist and youtuber Dan from afar to being by his side through the most important moments of their lives.

december 24th: vacation getaway (ao3) - watergator

Summary: phil burns easily, but that soon proves to be not such a bad thing

Don't Hate The Piano Man (ao3) - lawgrain

Summary: Phil never responded to Dan's messaging and they never met. Instead of pursuing a vlogging channel, Dan came to hate vlogging and eventually made an anonymous piano channel. When playing at a VidCon Dan finds something interesting: Phil's Lion. Now they are thrown together because of a stuffed animal... yay

Fight or Flight - thatsmistertoyou

Summary: Dan and Phil meet on a plane to California in 2012, both travelling for very different reasons. Their paths begin to converge. 

Fix the Connection - jestbee

Summary: Dan has had a crush on the IT guy in his office for ages, not that he'll ever admit to it

Following the Fandom - ineverhadmyinternetphase

Summary: Dan and Phil are the Youtubers we know and love, except for one thing - they’ve never met. That doesn’t stop the fanbase from shipping them, though, and eventually Phil gathers up the courage to message Dan

i jump for my phone every moment it lights up (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Dan left YouTube behind to become an actor, but years later when coronavirus hits and forces him into self-imposed quarantine he rediscovers an old passion of his - AmazingPhil. He hadn't counted on becoming internet friends with him, or falling in love for that matter.

Just Making Sure - placingglaciers

Summary: In which Dan unpredictably meets his favorite radio personality, Phil, by being late for the train journey home. It is quite the encounter as they both had the worst possible day ever before meeting.

Kick Me While I'm Down (ao3) - jerseker

Summary: Dan and Phil meet in an adult kickball league. Phil is just there to make friends. Dan is - not.

Masked Intruder - botanistlester

Summary: Dan is a robber who steals valuable objects nearly every night. When he goes into a flat decorated with plants and stuffed animals, he can’t seem to keep himself away. Dan’s not used to pretty boys stealing things of his own; especially when they steal his heart.

meant for me (ao3) - graydar

Summary: Dan doesn’t believe in soulmates. Phil believes in everything. Dan is scared of everything. Phil is scared of Dan.

Moonlight and Shadows - washedoutgay

Summary: Dan meets Phil in a rather weird way, as Phil has been following Dan at nights, and when Dan decides to confront him, things get weirder still when he discovers Phil is made from moonbeams.

must love dogs (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: So, Phil is almost pressed chest to chest with a hot stranger, in the middle of the street, because their dogs got so excited to play that they tangled them up together. Just a normal Friday night.

Record Store Day (ao3) - americanphancakes

Summary: Dan’s claimed a copy of one of the RSD exclusives available at the small indie record shop that he owns, but someone else wants the same record.

snails kissing (ao3) - cloud_gays

Summary: Phil wants to be smooched and Dan wants to rescue snails.

Also called: Dan: the snail saviour; and Phil: the “maybe the real snails saved were the cuties we met along the way” guy.

Stay (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Dan was mesmerized by the cute guy with the flowers he saw on the tube. Was it a bit much to search for him time and time again after that? maybe, but sometimes working hard for something works out in the end.

Stranger Danger (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: Dan thinks he's the most awkward guy on the tube until he spots a guy that seems to be in an even worse condition than himself.

The Punk and The Pianist - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan is a struggling college student whose dream is to be a pianist, but he doesn’t think it’s a “practical” job. Phil is a punk works as a bartender at a small bar. Dan decides to try playing the piano for open mic night at the bar, Phil sees him blah blah blah they fall for each other blah blah happy end.

thrill me, chill me, fulfill me (ao3) - sadlybunny

Summary: Phil is playing Rocky in an upcoming production of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, and is sent to work with a choreographer for extra help on a song. A choreographer that turns out to be extremely fit, and a song that turns out to be extremely sexual.

VETSCO à gogo (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: The guy is just really hot, and maybe Dan’s also a bit concerned he’s going to fall with all the times he’s watched him wiggle and wobble on seemingly unsteady limbs. He never does, or at least he hasn’t yet, but Dan would like to think he’s got his back if he ever does.

or

the twitch streamer who just can't seem to get his roller skating neighbor out of his mind

With enchantment on your side (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Dan finds photos, and then he finds the person in them

words don't come so easily (ao3) - heartsopenminds

Summary: When Dan agrees to be a celebrity guest on a reality show for artists, his only aim is to raise his profile a little and appease his agent.

That is, until he meets the artists who'll be painting his portrait, and one in particular catches his eye...