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sunder-soul · 3 years ago

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Sequel Snippet Spree: Seven Devils

Prompt: Congratulations on 2 K followers!! 🎉🎉🎉 Honestly I just want you to have fun with a little snippet from Seven Devils! Adventurous, domestic, smutty, whatever you'd like to share!

A/N: Thank you so much for this one @dravenwitchmusings! I got quite a few requests for Seven Devils in the 2k event, so here’s the first of the long-awaited one-shots!!

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It was a blistering afternoon and Marina’s shoulders were feeling uncomfortably warm in that dry, papery way that told her she’d definitely find them a little burnt when they finally got back to the hotel – but still the Mediterranean sky remained relentlessly cloudless, and the crooked white walls of the buildings fringing the wizarding street were doing little to ward off the bright hot sunlight. She was definitely regretting wearing the summery yellow dress, wishing she’d chosen something that covered more of her skin.

“I’m sunburnt,” Marina said matter-of-factly.

“I offered you a Sun-ward Charm,” Tom replied, not looking concerned in the slightest as he continued to peer around the street. “And you refused.”

“I thought December was supposed to be cooler than this,” she grumbled.

“There,” said Tom, nodding at a little shop on his right. “That looks like what Angelos described, doesn’t it?”

Marina leaned forward to look around him and frowned at the sun-baked shopfront. The green paint was peeling off the door in long, shriveled strips that fluttered listlessly above the sweltering concrete, the wooden frames bleached and fissured like old driftwood, and the glass panels of the windows were so cracked and grimy that it was impossible to make out anything inside. “Huh,” she said humorously. “So that’s why he told us not to be dissuaded by its appearance.”

“I’ll go ask them about the bones,” Tom said quietly, folding up the little piece of parchment with Angelos’ looping script scrawled across it. “You better find us some place to eat.”

“On it,” she declared, rounding on the street and immediately spying a small café with white wrought-iron tables dotted around its paved veranda, each sheltered with a broad blue umbrella. “Okay done,” she said, glancing back at Tom expectantly.

He gave her a dry look as he slipped the parchment into his shirt pocket, and headed for the decrepit little store without another word.

Marina made short work of ordering rather a lot of gelato from the café (the fig and honey was her favourite, closely followed by gianduja which tasted exactly like Nutella), and she left a tall glass of cola fizzing beside to her for Tom who (much to her chagrin) seemed to love the stuff. He emerged from the store a good ten minutes later and Marina watched him approach from where she was lounging in her chair, a spoonful of blissfully cold gelato in her mouth. He collapsed into the seat beside her with a long breath and immediately picked up the cola.

“That shit’ll rot your teeth, you know,” said Marina as he took a long swig of it.

“Angelos was mistaken,” Tom said when he finally set the glass back on the table and squinted at the busy street around them. “Madam Myrmidon’s never even heard of Herpo.”

“Then where’s she getting her authentic basilisk bones from?”

Tom rolled his eyes. “Considering those bones were from a diamondback rattlesnake, I doubt she’s even a real Seer at all.”

It was bad news. Finding the supplier of Madam Myrmidon’s infamous basilisk scrying bones had been one of their most promising leads since arriving in Crete. “Damn,” Marina said quietly, staring at her melting gelato. “Where to next?”

Tom sighed softly, leaning back in his chair and taking his cola with him. “Myrmidon mentioned that there’s an old library east of here,” he said, but Marina’s attention was stolen by the way he tugged the collar of his shirt away from his throat, his skin more tanned than she’d ever seen and with a faint glow of sweat – “Apparently the locals don’t go there much,” he continued, glancing at her. She looked down at her dessert quickly, hoping he’d write off her warm cheeks to her sunburn. “It’s full of books on grey magic, taboo spells, creatures of ill repute, that sort of thing.”

“Sounds like your kind of gig,” Marina said wryly.

His gaze immediately shifted back to the same dry deprecation he reserved for her when she made such quips and Marina smirked back, spooning more fig-honey gelato into her mouth. “We should see what they have to offer,” Tom said smoothly, lifting his glass to his lips again. “Once you’re finished.”

“Aren’t you going to eat anything?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You said find us some place to eat.”

“And I just said I’m not hungry.”

“Have some of mine then,” said Marina, sliding the little cup of gelato towards him and handing him the spoon.

Tom’s eyes lingered on the spoon for a moment, and then flicked to up hers. “I’m not using that, it’s been in your mouth,” he said, looking uncomfortable.

“Do you want me to go get you a fresh one?” Marina asked teasingly.

“Or you could eat what you bought for yourself for once,” he shot back.

Marina snorted and seized her cup of gelato, stabbing her spoon into the scoop of gianduja and prying out a massive lump. “Eat this,” she commanded, handing him the spoon, “I swear to God you’ll like it.”

He gave her another very sceptical look.

“Go on,” she prompted, pushing the spoon closer.

Tom sighed as if very hard done by, set his cola on the table, and took the spoon. At the warm brush of his fingers on hers Marina dropped her hand as if burned, having to smooth out the skirt of her dress to hide the reaction. “If I eat this will you leave me alone?” Tom asked in deadpan.

“No,” she said brightly.

Tom’s expression somehow turned even more deprecating, but he lifted the spoon and Marina hastily averted her gaze to avoid watching him too closely, leaning back in her chair and stretching her arms above her head with laced fingers.

“Did you read through the translations of those old reports yet?” Tom asked.

Marina closed her eyes and sighed, letting her arms fall back over the chair. “Yeah, pretty useless, it was just a bunch of guys bragging about all the big scary animals they’d killed in the ring. Did you know they used to run an illegal giant-fighting pit here?”

“No, but that does rather sound like your kind of gig,” Tom smirked.

“Very funny.”

“Any basilisks in those rings?” he asked, leaning forward and picking up Marina’s cup of gelato from the table.

“Nah, just a bunch of chimaera and giant boars.”

“Then the library is our best bet,” he said, taking another spoonful of the gianduja.

“Yeah, off to your creepy evil library with its accursed halls and haunted books,” Marina grinned, “God, Tom, you never take me anywhere nice.”

“If you don’t want to come, you can go back to the hotel,” Tom replied, unperturbed.

“Can I have that back at some point or are you going to eat all of it?” she asked, nodding at the cup with amusement.

“You said I could have some,” he shrugged.

“Give it back, I’m hungry.”

Tom rolled his eyes and slid it back towards her and rested his forearms on the table. “Like that counts as food,” he said, nodding at the gelato.

“Says the guy drinking cola for lunch.”

“But I’m not pretending this is a meal, am I?” he smirked, picking up his glass again.

“Eat my dick, Riddle,” Marina declared simply, digging back into her gelato.

Tom choked on his cola and the door to the café swung open as the store owner emerged, an older woman with a golden tan and long, curly brown hair streaked with grey. “Everything is alright?” she asked them with a broad smile and a thick Greek accent, peering curiously at Tom who was now coughing violently and bent double in his chair.

“Yes,” Marina grinned, ignoring Tom completely, “everything’s fine, thanks.”

“I can bring you something else?” the server offered with visible concern. “Water, perhaps…?”

“No no, we’re all good,” Marina replied loudly over Tom’s chokes, “we’re about to get going, actually.”

The server’s dark eyes flicked nervously between Marina’s blithe smile and Tom’s crumpled form and watering eyes, finally managed to catch his breath.

“He’s fine,” Marina told her reassuringly with a casual wave of her hand Tom’s way. He shot her a dark look which she also ignored.

“Well,” the server said with a kind smile, turning to the table beside them and loading the empty glasses and discarded cups onto her tray, “if you’re sure – it would be a shame to cut your trip short!” she added with a good-natured laugh.

“Oh for sure, for sure,” Marina grinned, standing and nudging Tom’s arm with her knee. “Up and at ‘em Tom, don’t choke to death in an ice cream store – that would be such an embarrassing way to kark it.”

“Your concern is appreciated,” he managed to say very sarcastically, his voice a little raspy as he reached for his cola and downed the rest of it, clearing his throat with determination.

Marina hid a smirk and turned back to the server. “Thanks for the gelato, it’s insane,” she said sincerely, lifting her cup. “Even Tom likes it and he’s normally determined to be difficult and taciturn.”

Tom sighed stiffly and stood, seeming even more sick of her antics than usual. “Thank you,” he told the server politely as he slid his chair back into place.

“You are welcome,” the server said with a broad smile, picking up Tom’s glass and placing it on her tray. “Enjoy the rest of your honeymoon, yes?”

Marina froze with her spoon in her mouth, paralysed by the wave of heat tearing through her chest and staring at the server with wide eyes.

There was a suspended moment of silent stillness in which her brain failed to provide a single thing to say.

“We’re not on a honeymoon,” Tom said awkwardly from beside her.

She did not dare look at him.

“Oh,” said the server with surprise, glancing at her. “I – I’m sorry.”

Marina forced herself to laugh and stabbed her spoon back into her gelato. “No worries,” she said with artificial ease, throwing the server one last smile before turning away and weaving off between the tables. “Alright, let’s go find this evil library, then. I suppose there are worse ways to spend an afternoon…”

As she and Tom fell into step on the footpath, Marina preoccupied herself with meticulously drawing up a spoonful of gelato to save herself from having to acknowledge him, still feeling a little hot. She couldn’t help but notice that there were definitely a few more inches between them than there had been an hour earlier.

“If all you’re going to do is push it around, I’ll eat it,” Tom said a moment later, tone very wry.

Marina glanced up to find his eyes on where she was aimlessly twisting her spoon in what remained of her gelato. She breathed a laugh and handed it to him. “I told you you’d like it.”

“You did,” he agreed softly as he took it, returning his attention to the sights and sounds of the busy wizarding street and placing a generous amount of gelato in his mouth, the warm sun making him squint again.

Marina looked away to hide her smile.

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#tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #seven devils #sevdevs #tom riddle imagine #tom riddle imagines #tom riddle fic #tom riddle fanfic #tom riddle fanfiction #2k event #harry potter

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kariachi · 3 years ago

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Angelo desires college au Osmobeast, and lo but the achi delivers.

“You dead, or what?” Despite his very best efforts, Gar couldn’t manage to sleep through the shaking of his shoulder, doomed instead to let out a whine that made his throat want to rebel and bury his face into his pillow. His head hurt, his throat hurt, and every part of him felt like it weighed a quarter ton. “Not feeling well?” Idly, some part of his brain that was still functioning noted that this was the most words he’d heard out of his dormmate in the past few days. A month sharing a room and so far he’d evaded Gar’s every attempt to be friendly, like he thought he might bite or something.

“Feel like shit,” Gar made himself answer, cringing at the both the pain in his throat and the rasp in his voice. When he faced him, as was polite, he couldn’t even make his eyes fully focus. Kevin nodded with a sympathetic noise, standing from where he’d been knelt at his bedside.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, giving Gar’s shoulder a pat, which he took as a signal to burrow back into his pillow and covers as he left the room. He was going to guess some sort’ve flu, probably from that asshole in his math course who couldn’t be bothered to even cough into his elbow. There should have been laws in place to prevent that sort’ve thing.

True to his word, Kevin was only gone a few minutes before he returned to his spot by Gar’s side, glass of some fizzy pink liquid in hand. Gar eyed it as suspiciously as he could manage.

“Alka-seltzer,” Kevin explained, “it’ll help.” If he’d been feeling any better Gar’d have pointed out that he was the one going into medicine- it’d taken two weeks, but he’d eventually figured out Kevin was in one of the engineering courses- but he was hurting and tired and decided to just run with it. The experience wasn’t as bad as he expected. It was warm and soothing to his throat with a pleasant citrus taste. The fizz was odd, but nothing too outlandish. “How’s it taste?”

“Pretty good,” he said, licking his lips. Somehow, this made Kevin more visibly concerned.

“Yeah, you’re staying in bed until that changes,” he replied, pulling the blankets back up over Gar’s shoulders. “I’m gonna get you some water, no getting up unless nature calls or the building catches fire.” That one Gar didn’t even want to argue, really. He just wanted to go back to sleep. If Kevin wanted to make it a rule, good for him.

“Yes sir, Mr Levin, sir.” It may have just been the blurry vision, but for the briefest second he could’ve sworn he saw the bastard smile. Again, he patted his shoulder before standing and heading back out, leaving Gar to smile after him. With a sigh and quiet trill of success, his dormmate was actually interacting with him, he curled back up, hiked the blankets to his chin, and was out about as soon as he shut his eyes.

By the time he woke back up, there’d be another dose of alka-seltzer, a bowl of curry cauliflower soup, and his day’s homework set beside his bed.

It’d be another two weeks before they really started making friends.

#fanfic #something just like this

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thebigqueer · 3 years ago

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top 5 pieces of art (sculpture, paintings, sketches, traditional, digital, fan art, whatever you want)

this will be in order >:)

1. anything and everything by @rottingold my brain instantly fizzes with happy juice every time they post and i get sparked with inspiration for more nico angst

2. starry night by van gogh i love the vibes

3. mona lisa because that was immediately the first thought in my head even though i dont really like it that much??

4. does nico di angelo count as art. because they are. magnificient

5. you <3 you're art <3 /p (this doesn't mean i like you least you're just not actual art but like. you're metaphorical art)

send me an ask!

#ghostof-freddiemercury tag #asks #ask game #me flirting on main *fuckboy emoji*#i hope that made you blush <3

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missy-hissy · 3 years ago

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🍂 Autumn, Year 5 🍂

Romina Moretti and her husband Angelo had known Magnus and Marie for years. The four had grown up in the same town of Monte Vista many years before but had largely lost touch when the De Luca family had moved to Oasis Springs when Jared was a baby. Romina was delighted when Magnus and Marie were their first visitors. “It’s so lovely to see you again,” Romina gushed. “I’m sorry Angelo isn’t here; he had to be in work today. It’s a nuisance; we only moved in a few days ago.” “What’s he doing these days?” Magnus asked. “I always had him down as a lawyer.” Romina rolled her eyes. “Juice fizzing. It’s been more of a hobby for years but he’s decided to make it permanent. He’s leaving his old job in business; that’s where he is now.” “Juice fizzing?” Magnus laughed. “Is that lucrative?” “Not really but he’s certain it will be now we’ve moved.” Romina shrugged and shook her head. “At least our Anna’s got sense. She’s at University,” she added, proudly. Magnus smirked slightly. “Well our Jared’s graduated and he’s a successful computer engineer. Riccardo’s in his last year and studying Biology at Foxbury and Zoe’s at UBrite on a drama degree.” Marie hated it when Magnus was in a boasting mood.

#Sims 4 #TS4 #The Daily Plumbob

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lifeofroos · 4 years ago

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Part 28: Nico might not be very shaken up by the last trial of Apollo, but someone else is.

In short: Nico gets therapy from Dionysus. In this chapter, he talks about his feelings concerning the last trial of Apollo. The rest is on AO3 and FanFiction.net! (Also in Tumblr tags like Nico di Angelo, Dionysus, Fanfiction, etc.).

This Might Be Crazy: Chapter 28: Sparkling Mango Juice

‘Nico di Angelo?’

I looked up from the floor, where I was sitting. None other than the great god Apollo was standing in my cabin. ‘Apollo?’

‘Yes, it is I.’ He looked around, until he saw my chair in the corner. He moved it to the middle of my room and sat down.

I stayed on the floor. ‘What has brought you here?’

He drummed his fingers on the armrest of the chair. ‘I heard you spoke to Dionysus about our quest to defeat Nero and how you thought about it.’

I nodded. ‘Yes, I did.’

‘I was wondering if... you could tell me those thoughts as well.’

I looked at him. ‘Okay, I can do that. But first, I’ve got Sparkling mango juice. Do you want some?’ I got off the floor and walked to my closet.

‘Eh… sure.’ I took two cans of the bottom shelf and gave him one, before I sat down again, on my bed this time.

I pulled the tab off. ‘Alright. So, this was by far not the most traumatising thing to ever happen to me. Partly I never had to see Nero, or the snake.’ I fell silent. Now what did I say next? ‘Eh… and it was my own choice to go along this time, sort off. Even though Dionysus discouraged me.’ I took a sip of Mango juice. The prophecy might have been a factor, but still. ‘I guess I did not listen because... I thought I should do it, and who else could have helped you with the troggs?’

Apollo shrugged. ‘No-one. No-one else could have helped me with the troggs.’ He fiddled with the can, which he hadn’t opened yet. ‘Yet, it… sounds like you are just trying to make me feel better, even though I... I know I should have done better. For all my time as Lester, I just relied on everyone, and I whined, and…’ he shrugged again. ‘I don’t know, I just feel bad about that.’

I actually let out a little laugh. ‘Lord, that just means that you learned.’ I coughed. ‘Eh, but you don’t have to feel guilty about it. You carried your weight and what’s done is done.’

He smiled back. ‘Maybe it does mean that I learned. Nico, I know I need to take better care of my mortals now. Of my children, of my partners, of my friends…’ Finally, he opened the can. ‘They need love. I can’t leave them with nothing but an empty spot where I should be. If I meddled with their lives, I should expect them to meddle with mine.’

I took another sip, with a broad smile. ‘That is great. That is actually great.’ I put my can down for a moment. ‘And, well, I could be doing better, but I guess I am alright. I like the troggs, it is not like going after them traumatised me. I already was in contact with them and with that contact I could help you. Also, they send me the marvelous hat you can see right there.’ I pointed to my bedside table. A black beanie with a skeleton on the front was laying on it. ‘Nice, right? I don’t wear it often, but still.’

‘... It really is.’ He looked a little sad, all of a sudden. ‘They sent me a hat too, but it was just a regular white cap.’ Oh, was he jealous of me, the mere mortal?

‘Well, maybe they thought you would want to customise your own hat?’ He shrugged. I took a sip of mango fizz, before sighing.

‘About what you said before. I hope more gods will begin to look after their children. It would raise their spirits, I think. I did notice you a little while back, with kayla and little Hypolita. A few weeks ago, I spoke with Hephaestus, and apparently he had been seeing his kids every now and then. Of course, I am currently talking to Hades. Now that you have been a mortal and you are setting an example, I hope that other gods will follow suit.’ I shrugged. ‘So… that is my thought.’

Apollo nodded, with a little smile. ‘I think… I hope so too.’

I took another sip of mango juice. ‘Dionysus thought a bit differently. He basically expressed a worry that it might cause all of the Olympians to get attached to their children, which might cause a lot of grief when they eventually die and the world might not be better off for it… but then he quickly cut himself off, so I did not get to ask further questions.’

Apollo shrugged and took his first sip. ‘This stuff tastes less bad then I expected. And… I understand what Dionysus means, that is generally an attitude some of the gods hold. After they learn how much losing a child hurts, they… try to stay in the background. And I must agree with Dionysus on one point: Some gods would indeed… forsake their tasks out of grief.’ I didn’t know what he was thinking of in the little silence that followed, but my mind shot to Demeter. Not that you could blame here for getting sad, really. Apollo scraped his throat, which pulled me back to reality. ‘I must confess, I did tend to forget about my kids… eh… some of the time. Dionysus did not do that often, forgetting, but he did try to keep the… mental-health distance? However, he did not always succeed. And in the other gods’ defence, he also had way less demigod kids then most of us, so there was less to get attached too.’ He stared at his can again. ‘Maybe... I won’t be able to keep up what I am trying to do now forever, but I’ll do it for as long as I can. It is time to give something back to my children and lovers.’ He nodded a few times, to emphasize the point. ‘Yes.’

I nodded back. ‘I think… that is admirable, Apollo.’

‘Yes, yes… but you have a similair thing with Hades, right?’ Oh, so there was some pride involved as well. Ah.

‘Well, for Hades, it is a little different, maybe. I think that if he truly misses one of his children, he can just… bring their ghosts to his palace as advisers, or janitors, or court jesters or something. I think.’

Apollo thought about it. ‘Yes, that might be true.’

‘Yes.’ I took another sip, suddenly noticing that I had almost reached the bottom of the can. Of course, Dionysus wasn’t here, so the can did not refill itself. ‘Hmmm. Oh, but Apollo, how are you feeling about everything that happened? I haven’t asked yet.’ I looked up.

For a few seconds, the sun god sat frozen. ‘Well… as you probably noticed, I have turned a new leaf. But…’ he suddenly looked very tired, tired and hurt. ‘Nico, I can’t stop thinking about the people that were lost, and about how my friends are doing, and about all the new demigods just trying to figure it out. In the middle of the night, I wake up with nightmares about everything that happened. And I feel guilty about old actions of mine, from when I was a young god, and being mortal made me realise all that, and, oh Nico…’ He buried his face in his hands. For a moment, I did not know what to do.

‘Apollo, it’s… it’s…’ I shook my head. ‘No, it is not okay. It sounds like you’ve got grief. And survivors’ guilt, general guilt, Other mental bruises. PTSD. Literal bruises. And…’ I took a deep breath. ‘And that won’t get better until you get help from someone. Someone professional. So, eh… for you, that is probably not Dionysus, although he might be able to help a bit. If you trust him enough.’

Apollo stared at his can. ‘Isn’t that just another way of being selfish, though? Having to talk all about my trauma, about me, that…’

‘No. You can only take proper care of others once you’ve taken care of yourself. And therapy isn’t selfish. Hell, I think it might even help you to not go back to your old, definitely selfish ways.’ Not that that would be inherently bad, seeing as how you are a god? I wasn’t sure about that.

Apollo stared ahead of himself. ‘Now you sound like a therapist yourself. I guess… I guess Dionysus taught you well.’ He stared at his can. ‘I’ll… I’ll think about it. But, you need to get some sleep…’

‘It is like… eight ‘O clock.’

‘Doesn’t matter. The sun is going to sleep early today too, you know.’

I drank the last bit of mango fizz out of my can. ‘I mean it, Apollo,’ I said quietly. ‘You deserve to get help, you worked so hard to get to the point you are at right now…’

He shrugged, but nodded a little more confident. ‘Hm.’ He patted my head once, which was a little weird, but alright. ‘I am just glad that I did not give you another trauma, Nico.’

‘You really didn’t, Apollo.’

He smiled, a little more sincere. The next moment, he was gone, but the can was still resting on his chair.

A/N: I did not want to write both about Dionysus talking to Nico and Apollo talking to Nico, because that would just be writing the same story twice. And I thought Apollo had the more interesting side to show. Not that he would take Dionysus’ place, I wouldn’t dream of it! There is already so little Dionysus fanfiction as it is!

Apollo has some trouble with the idea of therapy. Maybe I’ll write that too someday, if it wasn’t for the fact that I have a million ideas in my backlog already. That being said: I have got everything planned until chapter 49... now time to write it.

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panonbinary · 5 years ago

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Dark Percy Jackson Fanfic, made by panonbinary

The sea god looks at Percy. His son, the person who he loved most… and he sees a monster. His once happy son seems near emotionless. His face is blank, apart from the pure rage in his eyes. Riptide slicing through everything in its path. The demigod looks up, and him and Poseidon lock eyes. The beautiful sea green that used to glow in his eyes is gone, and replaced with green-black holes, and even the god has to avert his eyes.

He has never seen his son move so fast and so graceful before, but now that he is fighting for himself, he’s so fast that he’s practically a blur. He doesn't look like he’s thinking about where Riptide goes, as long as it is fatal.

A scream behind Poseidon causes him to turn, ready to defend himself, but the danger isn't coming his way, but towards Hera, who is quickly charged at by not only Annabeth, but Leo as well. The two of them are terrifying to watch. Leo’s blinding fire and speed mixed with Annabeth’s agility and strategy, Hera looks downright terrified.

And with good reason. Annabeth is completely blank of emotion, calmly fighting her way through monster after monster to get to the goddess, and Leo is burning his way through almost too easily. Weapon after weapon is being taken out of his toolbelt and monsters are being left behind in a long trail, like breadcrumbs. The ground is being burnt under his feet and he is swearing like a sailor, whereas Annabeth is completely silent, and if she were the only demigod out there, the only sounds would be the screams of gods and monsters being slaughtered as she goes.

If anything, Annabeth looks bored as she and Leo tag team Hera, who by this point seems to be considering fleeing the entire battle, and admitting defeat. Poseidon doesn't blame her, as both Leo and Annabeth slash at her leg, making Hera’s form crumble.

Leo looks at his teammate and goes to the side, getting out bits and pieces from his toolbelt and, before Poseidon knows what’s going on, Leo holds some kind of rifle, and is shooting any and all monsters in his way. When the god of the sea looks back at Hera, Annabeth is nowhere to be seen, and the goddess just lays there, choking on a knife that is embedded through her throat with the precision only a child of Athena can pull off.

Suddenly, a gust of wind throws Poseidon to his knees, and he is only able to roll out of the way before a spear lands where his head had been half a second earlier. The god considers begging. Begging a demigod for his life, it's almost funny. The spear wrenches itself from the ground and back into the hand of the child of jupiter, who is looking at the sea god with stormy blue eyes. Keeping track of him is near impossible, as the wind helps him move faster than the eye can follow. His body fizzes with electricity and Poseidon isn’t confident that the storm raging overhead is the cause of Zeus. Jason’s entire being seems fluid as the wind itself, but his posture is still as poised as it has always been, thanks to the strict teachings of Camp Jupiter. Poseidon is thrown down again and, not moving fast enough this time, the spear lodges itself in his stomach.

It hurts way more than it should, but he knows that the demigods have done their research. He tries pulling it out, but his arms seem too heavy to move, and Poseidon isn't quite sure if he wants to continue to fight. So many demigods and gods alike lay dying and dead in the field, Ares being the first to fall closely followed by Hestia. Tyson, his beautiful son, had almost been killed, but Percy drained Dionysus of blood and healed his brother, and thus Mr D was gone too.

It isn't an even battle, the gods should be winning. The demigods don't have nearly enough power within them to fight even one god, let alone all of them at once. And yet here they are.

Nico Di Angelo is a force to be reckoned with, raising the ghosts and bodies of all those who have lost their lives of quests, Zoe, Bianca, Beckendorf, Silena, even Luke is here, fighting the gods for revenge, for the lives that were taken from them. Nico is fighting with pure fury in his eyes. And he should be. Poseidon has full sympathy for the boy. Nico finally has a good life, and then Katie, Connor and Will were ordered on a quest.

There is suddenly a body over his own, and Poseidon looks down at the dying Minotaur on his chest, and looks to his left, where Hazel stands, with pity in her eyes. Is that pity? It looks like it, but the blade that is thrown as the final blow that kills the beast says otherwise, and she turns, jumping onto Arion seamlessly as they run to a gorgon, that goes down without much fight. She rides up to Hermes, who is putting down his blade, saying that he doesn't want to hurt someone as young as her.

Arion slows down and Hermes looks relieved for a few moments, before he feels the ground moving under his feet. He barely has enough time to look down before the ground swallows him up and all that is visible is a single hand sticking out of the ground, moving around to grab something. The field is still filled with mist, and the few monsters still out here are fighting themselves more than the demigods. Poseidon, nor anyone else he expects, has never thought Hazel scary before now, but laying here? Watching echidnas fight empousas and Hermes scream from underground? Hazel is one of the scariest demigods out here.

He heard his name and turns to see Demeter running away from a dragon glowing red, and knows instantly that she is doomed as well. Frank is the one who he has been trying to avoid the entire battle after seeing him destroy his father, even killing his Divine form, and now Ares, nor Mars, exist. He has been killed.

And it looks like Demeter is next, as Frank drops to the ground as a lion and lands right on top of her. He bites into her shoulder and she screams bloody murder, before silencing as he bites into her neck. He form begins to flicker and after a moment she no longer appears human, but instead lays there as her Divine self.

Most demigods look away, like Travis Stoll and Nico, but the Seven stare at her, as well as all the remaining Gods. Frank stares her in the eye as she repeats “please” under her breath. Frank shifts back into human form, naked for all to see and still glowing red. He turns left to see Piper holding a bow and arrow, and takes them. Athena screams for the goddess but is held back by Jason’s winds as Frank slots the arrow into place. He pulls the string.

Everything quietens as he lets go, and the arrow strikes Demeter right in the middle of her forehead. The form glows so bright that a few demigods open their eyes in surprise, and scream in pain, and then Demeter is gone.

Piper and Percy scream loudly to continue fighting and Aphridite is immediately taken down, unprepared for the sudden assault. Travis goes straight for the opening and stabs her in the eye, closing his eyes just in case she flickers. She doesn’t, but seems damn close and she screams and begs for mercy, and Travis laughs almost maniacally.

“You sent them out here”, he says loudly. The battle stops dangerously and everyone listens closely. Nico goes to stand next to the Stoll, and grips his sword tighter when he locks eyes with the goddess. “Katie Gardner. Will Solace. Connor Stoll. You sent all three on that stupid fucking quest”

She looks at him through her one good eye and Poseidon can see when the realisation dawns on her.

“It was just…” she began, but Travis twists the knife around in her eye socket and she screams again, glowing slightly for a moment.

“It wasn’t a difficult quest, right? Just go and see if the gates to the underworld were safe” Nico says calmly, though his eyes show grief and rage. “You could have done it yourself, it wouldn’t have been hard for you. Any of you could have done it, Hades, Dionysus wasn’t busy”

Frank stood, still stark naked and covered in blood, red and golden, and stood full height, still glowing red. “Almost every quest you sent us on someone died”

Nico brought up the ghosts of the dead campers. Luke. Bianca. Silena. Zoe. Octavian. Beckendorf. Ethan. Lee. Castor. Michael. Kinzie. Phoebe. Naomi. Celyn. Katie. Connor. Will.

Aphrodite looks overwhelmed, as do the rest of the Gods. “These are only a certain few of those who you SACRIFICE” Percy screams in fury, coming up and putting an arm around Nico.

“You use us” Hazel says, coming up, and Annabeth comes behind her.

“You use all of us”

Jason lands with a bang, bringing down a centaur with him. “Most of these people didn’t have to die”

Leo walks up looking bigger than he ever has before. “I didn’t have to die”

Piper appears seemingly from nowhere, and puts her hands over Nico and Travis’ eyes, pushing the two away. Her aura terrifies all of the Gods still alive. Aphrodite starts begging for Zeus to arrive, but then locks eyes with Piper and shuts her mouth, seemingly unwillingly. The girl had taken down many Gods already, including hestia, and Aphrodite knew she would be next. Her daughter had been a tornado of swords and hadn’t even slowed down in the hours of the battle. She still has both blades in her hands, though now she drops one, and brings the other up. She, unlike the others, is still smiling. “Don’t worry, everything will be alright. There is nothing to fear my dear” she says, but this time the words are clear, no charmspeak to calm her mother down. Aphrodite sobs for a moment and lets her form crumble, and before anyone can blink screams in agony.

She disappears, leaving only Piper’s sword in her place.

The demigods turn to the rest of the Gods. Percy smiles condescendingly at his father, still bleeding out. He sits next to him, looking directly into his father’s eyes as he pulls the spear from his stomach. “Did you know Mum was with Gabe?” He asks, and Poseidon nods. Percy laughs, which seem to turn to sobs halfway through.

“You let him beat and rape and torture my mother and I for years, for ten fucking years, and never did anything?”

“I regret every mo…”

“SHUT UP” Percy yells as he slams the spear through his father’s chest, and Poseidon flashes white for a millisecond, before disappearing.

“Let this be a lesson to Zeus, Hades, Hermes, Apollo, Artemis and Athena. You are the only Gods left now, but you do not have control” Percy yells, and Thalia comes up behind him.

“No more mortals or demigods will be used for your gain anymore. If you think that you are above us then let this be a lesson to you all”

Hera and Hephaestus are brought to the middle of the field. Both are tied to poles using magic and Hazel touches their heads and they scream in terror. A cage appears around them as well as the bindings tightening. Thalia continues. “The two gods Hephaestus and Hera will be here, living out their worst nightmares unable to ask for help. This is punishment for thousands of years of torment and misery, of demigods being used as pawns in your games!”

Nico turns and sees Hades walk out, hands raised high, a white flag contained in his right. “If you wish, any and all demigods will be allowed to visit their loved ones in the underworld, whenever you need. My only wish is for me, Persephone and Cerberus to be safe”

Jason walks forward and takes the flag. “Persephone can face her punishment with our word that she will survive, but she will have a punishment. You and the dog are in no danger, as you have always owned up to your wrongdoings. Nico trusts you, and therefore so do we”

Annabeth grabs the god by the arm in a painfully tight grip, and continues. “And we know that we will be allowed full access to the underworld. Nico will be your boss from now on”

Hades gulps loudly, but nods.

Zeus never showed up that day. Nor the day after, nor the day after that. In fact, Zeus didn’t face punishment for what he had done for years, and was only found when Percy and Annabeth had two children, and everyone was happy. He showed up raining fire and ended up killing half of the world. Countries around the equator were burnt beyond recognition and the Arctic and Antarctic were no longer frozen, but most importantly were the people.

Before Zeus’ return Annabeth and the rest of the strategists had figured out a way for everyone to have a home, enough food, cruel dictatorships fell and overcrowded areas were cleared up. The deserts were cooled down just enough for habitation, obesity was fought and lost and everyone had enough to eat without resorting to primitive methods. Countries had never been at peace like this, because they were all run by the people, and if someone discussed war they were sent back to a school of sorts to remind them, kindly, how awful wars could be. They were at peace now, there would be no more wars.

Then Zeus came back, and the 8 billion people who were living peacefully crashed down to 5 billion.

And the seven became the three.

Zeus was defeated with help from the remaining gods, who had by then realised their faults, but the damage was done. Frank, Leo, Jason and Percy all died, slowly and painfully, and while Hades brought them back, they were never the same after that unimaginable pain.

But they came back. The demigods were practically immortal now, with the Gods’ help. And they became unstoppable.

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hoynovoy · 3 years ago

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Has The UK Ever Won Eurovision? Some Of The Country's Successful Acts Will Be Very Familiar To You

“The United Kingdom! Douze points!” is a beautiful but – let’s face it – very rare sounds for us Brits to hear during Eurovision. First established in 1956, the event has grown from a small competition to an enormous all-singing, all-dancing, all-strobe-lighting international affair where anything (I mean anything) can happen. Last year marked the first time in its 64-year history that Eurovision was cancelled, but luckily it’s back this year with a few COVID precautions in place and the UK will be sending James Newman as their 2021 hopeful. Brits will be praying for something other than nil points this year, but the question is, has the UK ever won Eurovision?

Well guys, yes they flipping have. Five times to be precise. There’s a chance you might not have been born the last time the UK took home the gong but I definitely was – and I’m pretty sure I still know all of the lyrics, too. The UK’S last victory came in 1997 with Love Shine A Light by Katrina And The Waves, which is an absolute banger IMO.

Below is a run down of all the UK winners in Eurovision history, from the most recent success in the form of Katrina to the very catchy Puppet On A String from one Sandie Shaw.

1997 — Love Shine A Light, Katrina And The Waves

The Walking On Sunshine singers stole the crown in 1997 with their song Love Shine A Light.

Speaking about the event on their website, the band says: “Unashamedly grabbing the chance to represent the UK in the 1997 Eurovision Song Contest two days after Labour's general election triumph, Katrina And The Waves' stunning song Love Shine A Light destroyed the kitsch competition, winning by a record points margin and making them the most credible victors since ABBA's Waterloo.” Talk about confidence. We love it.

1981 — Making Your Mind Up, Bucks Fizz

Banger. This is an absolute banger. Bucks Fizz beat out the competition in 1981 not only thanks to their song, but their incredible dance moves too. I mean, those tearaway skirts? Iconic. (Skip to 1.50 to see what I’m talking about).

The band went on to have huge success in the ’80s and then, sadly, one of the nastiest break ups in pop history. Their feud actually ended up going to court, with the band in dispute over who has the right to use their name, among other issues.

1976 — Save Your Kisses For Me, Brotherhood Of Man

This song is a tune, but let's be real, the stars of this show are the matte orange emulsion foundation and those outfits. Nothing says ’70s like large collared shirts cut nearly to the navel and blow outs to die for.

Brotherhood Of Man went on to have some chart success but were often mocked as some ABBA fans believed their song Angelo was a knock off of Fernando.

1969 — Boom Bang-A-Bang, Lulu

The small Scottish woman with an enormous voice, Lulu is a legend of British pop. You might know her best from her hits like Shout and her duet with Ronan Keating. Or maybe you love her from starring in Ab Fab? Either way, this was the song that shot Lulu to stardom.

However, 1969 brought with it a lot of controversy as Lulu actually tied at 18 points with Spain, France, and The Netherlands. As there were no plans in place to cover a tie-break situation, it remains one of the most controversial years in history. Some countries even chose not to compete the year after in protest.

1967 — Puppet On A String, Sandie Shaw

This is a serious camp classic and if you haven't heard this in your local boozer during karaoke night then I'm not sure where you live. But you need to move immediately.

Shaw was a huge star in the ’60s with songs such as Always Something There To Remind Me. I am sure her success was aided by being the first UK winner of Eurovision ever. Her styling was to die for and this song is, IMO, the first and best of all the UK winners.

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vampelune · 7 years ago

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@cherry-fizz

wheres the "its what she deserves" gif when u need it

hey angelo? die

#kota.txt

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jason and nico + 9 :)))

/ things you said. | not accepting.↪ when i was crying.

i. no matter how many times fantasma told him that he DIDN’T need supervision, that he DIDN’T need back up, that he DIDN’T want to get held back by some grouchy cloud boy while he tried to work — jason isn’t having any of it. but he comes to regret tagging along when a canister of something fizzes into view, starts spouting smoke. jason’s eyes start watering under the helmet, but the boy — he’s well ahead, laughing. all your fancy gear couldn’t keep you from walking into a gas trap?

ii. he didn’t mean to tell nico about thalia. it just... happened. he hadn’t questioned it, hadn’t stopped to think maybe he ought not say a word about his sister. but jason barrels on, quietly, shrinking in on himself more and more. at first, it was just to say — he knew what homelessness felt like. he knew what losing his family felt like. he knew what being forced to rely on his powers felt like. they were similar in certain ways, that nico didn’t need to hide things he needed help with from jason. but he hits a point, his eyes welling up, saying that he wasn’t fast enough to catch his sister when she fell. nico speaks, and it’s the first time jason’s heard anyone tell him this. you were just a kid; it’s not your fault.

iii. sometimes — sometimes, jason wants to throw di angelo over a CLIFF. he’s sure the feeling is entirely mutual, so he spares no concern over telling the boy, seconds before dragging him into a bone-crushing hug. a clashing feeling, that. being so scared for someone that it spills into anger, into relief, into a laugh that felt like it drained his lungs. he was so sure that stupid bullet spray had hit fantasma somehow, and his brain had blanked out at the thought. it was unfathomable. when the dust cleared, though, there he was. there he was, upright, wincing and alarmed, but unhurt. nico laughs shakily, mutters i told you i was fast. jason squeezes his eyes shut, hugs tighter for a second, and thanks his lucky stars the helmet covers the watery eyes.

#byanger #v; in the eye of the hurricane.#answered meme.#t HIS GOT LONG.....IM SORRY

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majoracats · 2 years ago

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Headcanons time with KND Villains

#my art #fanart #knd #kids next door #codename: kids next door #knd villains #cknd #knightbrace #the old cat lady #mr fizz #angelo fizz #the common cold #knd common cold

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weeklyhumorist · 5 years ago

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