#Ripetide
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your-marvel-nerd · 1 year ago
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Percy Jackson fan I need your help with a question.
So we all know Riptide is a ballpoint pen right? Anyways Percy has to take the cap off then it turns into a sword. We also know it works like a pen cuz ~tiny spoiler for House of Hades~ in House of Hades when Percy is trying to write something and doesn't have a pen he puts the cap on the hilt of Riptide and it turns into an almost normal pen. This means the cap isn't a part of the sword.
Does this mean that Percy just throws the cap when he fights? In the new show he just sorta flicks it off Also does he have to look for the cap after the fight to turn the sword back into a pen? Would the cap just appear in his pocket like the rest of the sword? How does Percy turn the sword back into a pen without losing it? Does the pen just get a bunch of new caps when it respawns in Percy's pocket or does the pen make a whole new cap and Percy is just leaving a bunch of caps around? How does this freaking cap to this pen work??????
I have been thinking about this for too long. This is the biggest plot hole I have found personally that no one ever talks about.
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happypeachsludgeflower · 1 year ago
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Are my eyes deceiving me or is Ripetide a gold glitter pen??
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sketchthetofu · 2 months ago
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Day 6: Isolation
Gillagone my beloved… also bioluminescence that fish!!!!
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stitchwraith-stingers · 2 months ago
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For the requests, my favorite wof rarepair is Clay x Riptide :)
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he got him a fish!!! also bonus chibi hollowflight just for u
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ian-the-existential-crisis · 7 months ago
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Some silly stuff I maybe made.
Hazbin Hotel
We Could (Never) Be Friends [Series]
Overture
Adamsapple Week 2024 [June]
Reincarnated As The Supervillian's Boyfriend?!?!
The "I love you" Lie
Coming Soon
Black Blood
Vampire Au. Adam x Eve, eventually Adam x Lucifer
Valley of Sin
Priest Adam x Witch Lucifer
Salem witch trials Au
Ripetides Pull
Mermaid Au
Past Adam x Eve, eventually Adam x Lucifer
SI themes
I know these streets remain the same
Charlie x Vaggie, [Lucifer x Adam]
Time Travel AU
Rivers of Lava [Lead Me to You]
Might be renamed as Red Rush, not sure yet
Cottagecore, but also canon compliant
Adam x Lucifer [Lucifer x Lilith, onesided]
Singularity's Sanctum
Something new and stupid that will hide in my docs for the next month that I will mention several times Adamsapple (Canon Divergence)
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purplepomegranate08 · 1 year ago
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Some where in the world ripetide is holding her hand to her chest in indignation
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inappropriateuseof · 2 months ago
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inappropriate use of ripetide marks
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foamywishes · 1 year ago
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Cover for my current in progress project! Ripetide Troubles will be a really big, novella instead of broken up into chapters. It's meant to run beside Back to Basics as I take a small breather from it to work on something else!
And now the description:
"Summer brings about all sorts of things, tests of bravery, juicy watermelon, and hot sweltering days. Things have been going well for Myra as she carries her mission to make new friends in DreamLand, her and Fumu seem to be getting closer and closer by the day, but not all good things are meant to last.
When Fumu suddenly goes missing, a brand new monster appears! But strangely enough it only seems to be interested in protecting Kirby. Myra is faced with a hard choices now, does she confront this new beast and risk everything she's built so far? Or does she preform her duty as a up coming Knight of the Stars?"
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Myra and Demon Beast Fumu's design belong to me. Dracos belong to @starlightfyre
All things Kirby belong to Hal Labs inc and Nintendo. Please do not copy, trace, or reupload my work without my permission!!
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innocentsardonicpotatoes · 1 year ago
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××Trigger Warning: Implications of S3lf harm and Su*cid3××
It was only supposed to be a hug! I only asked for a hug, but my stupid self wanted something more out of this situation I recreated from a novel where the female lead goes to the male lead's room in her night gown looking all edible... and I ended up in his bed... somehow, it went way too well...
As I grasped the blanket weakly, weaving it around me, heat creeping on my face, I looked away.
I was still in my slip dress, but under his keen gaze, I felt exposed and naked. I forgot that underneath this fluffy blanket, I was an ugly and unappealing mole wearing a cute nightdress.
What made me think it was okay to invite myself to his room, barely dressed and leaving little for the imagination? I swore to myself not to repeat this again - no promises though.
Maybe once I get the treatments and remove my scars, I will have the confidence to be all bold.
Oh, forget the boldness, I'm barely sitting here smooshed against Carter like he's my crutch. Just by a hug, I am losing my confidence.
He didn't meet any resistance when he pulled off my shield-like covers, angled my face so that I was looking at him in the eyes, his hands fumbled with the hem of my dress, "Effie, can I?". His eyes were glazed with an emotion I couldn't put in words, but I felt my heart beat a hundred times faster, and goosebumps rose over my freckled skin.
Uh, can't think. Need CPR.
Brain, heart and this God forsaken body aint cooperating.
I awkwardly nodded, half unsure, "But...Carter...its not perfect like the others." tears lacing my eyes with insecurity, "Those marks" I began, "I mean...I did those, but the scars- I hate my body and I dont want you to see it in the brightness" I lamented my self destructive tendencies, cursing the me who inflicted damage upon herself as an outlet to vent off indescribable negativity.
I wanted this, but now I am holding back? On top of that I feel like pathetically bawling my eyes off their sockets until I can't see anything. Stupid stupid Effie!
If only I didn't attempt to give up on being alive or destroy myself when I felt low, maybe I wouldn't feel this shame. I am healing, but the self-pity and dislike for myself fades slowly.
Without any questions, he switched the lights off, the city lights illuminated us casting long shadows on the walls-
"Is this okay? "
"A little bit better, though you'd still see my ugly-"
"I will show you how to love yourself," he hushed me, as he peppered kisses on my body like a dedicated gardener planting seeds in the garden, hoping someday I'd love myself again "I will make you show yourself to me as long as you like, however you like" he touched and kissed and traced everything like a map for him to explore, "but you will always show it to me and only me." He nipped, and I let out a gasp foreign to me, "Will you be comfortable with that, my Effie?"
"Carter," I cried helpless at all the foreign sensations. He was just kissing me where he shouldn't, and I was already undone.
"Is that a yes?" He paused, giving me time to think. My mind was hazy, and I felt drunk from his kisses. Feeling feverish and breathing heavily; I was too aware of the pulsations on my fingertips, my thighs, my lower belly, even my swollen lips, that were thoroughly ravaged by this predator like Carter, had a pulse.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Ignore the goosebumps.
The haze cleared by few notches. Then, I pondered a bit while he traced lazy patterns on my back.
Holy shit, I still can't think.
He looked at me with a smirk, well aware about my thought process - yeah, why was I hesitating, I made the move, and I should let it continue.
" Yes -" I began to say, but that was all it took for him to dive back into this sweet torment.
I was melting against him, clinging on to him, clenching and unclenching at every stroke, I was weightless, then I was falling off a cliff, experiencing a ripetide of sweet euphoria overwhelming me and I clawed him. Falling into his rhythm, I began to keep up and began to synchronise until he began to find himself unravelling.
In a singular breath, my winters turn to spring, and the orchid flowers bloom, filling me with an essence of him.
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petitsdieu · 6 months ago
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( c ) 𝒇𝒕. @egojock
Then call this a Pattern.
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Nate looks like he's been dragged by his polo by parents again. A Fourth of July party, family friend? It's the same as any backyard gathering only this is water-front money.
The woman petting through blonde hair is not her mother. But is almost old enough to be — and Hara riddles off a morning story: something about a ripetide pull and a lifeguard staring down at her, dreamy dreamy hot like an angel aglow —she didn't care she almost died when she was wet in two ways. The circle collected on outer living room furniture all giggle into their wine. Hara does the same.
She sits up and moves when all that's left in her glass is feet trails that slip-drip themselves into a puddle.
She's noticed him within the hour in sideviews and glimpses, heard little scraps of his conversation hear and there. She's yet to really talk to him.
The transition from outside to in is easy. Kitchen title feel nice against bare skin. She re-pours some Moscato from the fridge. Gets a full view of him now.
❛ Hey, Nate. ❜
❛ Feeling better? ❜
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pentoopaper · 9 months ago
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You know how you listen to a song and you love it's beat and you love the feel of the song and you imagine yourself in various different scenarios while listening to it and you are so intranced by it that you just play it on repeat and keep listening to it. And every bit of it makes you feel happy. Simultaneously ,the more you listen to it the more you get used to it the more it feels like you have had a taste for it or like you have experienced that experience but now you want more (like the economics thing increasing returns to a factor in the beginning and then decreasing returns to a factor). And when this whole thing is happening and you are experiencing it you forget what made you fall in love with the song in the first place and then you are done with it. The love is over. You want to move on.
Move on to the next thing that makes you want to feel what you felt with that first song.
But once in while and mind you me it does not have to be one (as in quantity), or one kind (as in genre) of song (i.e soulmates not just as couples or romantic relationships but other relationships like friends or siblings idk just relationships) that you might listen to and fall in love with like you fell in love with every other song and that song hits all the right notes in your brain and basically you just fall in love, yes after a point you do get bored of it and you might want to listen to more songs, but the only difference is, you never leave this song, it's always there with you and whenever it is on you can sing it with your heart full and you just can't not be sick of it for the rest of your life and you are amazed how it is something you can't get tired of and you are always at equilibrium when you listen to it. Lana makes me feel like that…
But the song Ripetide, yea that song is my soulmate. I wish to meet my Ripetide someday :”))
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squooshyc · 1 year ago
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im tired of doing roleplays where im a “nya :33” catboy, or a “cmere you little pet” catboy. i wanna be a pirate captain. i wanna lean on a table with a big map, point at a bit of water, and say “the HMS Ripetide will be passing through here with heavy protection” and spend the next two hours with friends describing a fight where they need to save me from bleeding out after a fight only for me to grab their hand, hand them my schimitar, and tell them” dont forget, the life of a pirate is a life for me.” before falling limp and breathing my last breath. the next day i wake up with bandages around my belly and lay in bed while my other two or more friends go on a big adventure to get some medicine for me and then when im finally back to good health i simply pat them all on the back and say “ye earned this ship, my loyal captains.” And hand over my pirate cap to one of my captains… and then do the same thing but a little different the next week with that friend as the pirate captain
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petitsdieu · 6 months ago
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She feels stone-cold against the neck. The chill spreads like ink in water. Out, in uneven directions, but eventually seeps from braindome to phalanges—
( is it snowing? no? )
Stupefied is an understate. She can't seem to shape her mouth into words anymore. She can taste them. Bitter, sad, desperate. She shouldn't be here like this.
The hands on her shoulder do stop her. A little too well. She folds at the knees. Feels like the earth is opening her open. A fall down to the up-heaven.
Nothing makes sense.
She reaches back for something to hold onto. Tether her here. She finds some part of Maddie. Feels like she's being knocked around in ripetides. No lifeguard.
❛ I saw a man at the grocery store. He was, maybe, the same man. That hurt me. ❜
She would never say this ever. Not sober. Not high either. Yet it spills out without her realizing it. She can't hitch off her bad memories like she used to. She stick-flinches on it. It's weighing her down. It's why all the step-stones in the last twenty-something hours have lead her to here.
KIERAN'S JAW TWITCHES. Subtle, barely noticeable. His ire is always carefully concealed. He's impossible to piss off, the girls might think, always cool and calm and collected. It's something to admire about him, if you're prone to finding things about Kieran Glass to admire.
The coke won't really hurt the grass—Kieran's not so sensitive enough to delude himself into thinking that. But miss girlie really should leave the land better than she found it. And dropping her Mickey D's cup on the ground—it's hardly very considerate. Will she be so inconsiderate in Glass?
Kieran swallows down a laugh. Girls say the damndest things when they've bit off more than they can chew.
"I've got ears. I've got two of 'em even. Maddie—"
He's too late. She's untangled from Kieran, goes to rush after Hara. Maddie's hands brush against Hara's shoulder.
"Hey. Are you mad? Are you okay? Let's head into the community; you can lie down. Have some water. You're not hydrating—oh, I should have gotten you more water when we stopped—"
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pararennial-archived · 3 years ago
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Uh.. negativity tw just in case (not really bad but shit’s feeling heavy on my end)
Does anybody ever experience an intensely bad and heavy emotion to the point your overall headspace seems like a cluster fuck of bad things happening around you and while you’re not personally affected by it, you feel sad for those who are suffering? And you just feel weighed down by all of it because you just feel sad for everyone else? 
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enbyblades · 4 years ago
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morosexuals all over cybertron must be like damn id pop my panels for riptide
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kinships · 4 years ago
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Just around the corner, Riptide very nearly bumps straight into the Vulpo strategist—though, there's a distinct lack of surprise on his features. Was he planning to intercept Inari in the halls? Likely so, considering he has a bouquet of flowers held out for her to take. A bundle of vibrant pink foxgloves surround a single white acacia. Rather than wish her a happy holiday, the Lung merely winks, slips the blooms in her hands, and vanishes in a trail of glowing water.
Of course, shes caught by surprise, not expecting such a thing, and looks even moreso when she’s given the bouquet. She sniffs them a minute before watching him leave before she could say anything.
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It’s not hard to see that her tail is wagging more than usual, a small, happy hum on her lips and a quest to find some water to put the flowers in before going off to hunt the Lung down to thank him.
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