#anyways hades for meee

[aipurjopa]

if you were an smp mcyt what game would you be addicted to playing instead of logging onto your server?

[st3ii]

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𖦹 - Flame and flicker

Pairing - Valzhang (Leo Valdez/Frank Zhang)

Important tags - mild SH, major character death

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‘Frank doesn’t quite remember when he grew so fond of fire. Who knows?’

Just a blurb😿

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Frank doesn’t quite remember when he grew so fond of fire.

He used to despite it. It horrified him. His weakness for the natural element was a big part of his life. It was already bad enough at camp. One time, Hazel burned some fancy plant in her room while he was visiting. He hadn’t expected it and screamed like a girl.

In his defense, she didn’t ask.

It got a whole lot worse on his quest to save Thanatos. (He says ‘his quest’, but truly it was Percy’s. Percy’s the big hero.) He had to watch his childhood home get burnt down. He took his first steps in that house. He remembered every creak of the stairs, and how to avoid them. He remembered his mom making cookies that tasted terrible, and his grandma made him eat the charred baked goods anyways to be polite. Gods. How many pictures of his mother had he lost in that fire? Were there any left? What about—

‘Thinking about it doesn’t help,’ he chided.

Whenever he got nervous, he’d clutch the little bundle in his pocket. And that normally leads to sparks. Somehow. It doesn’t really have logic to it.

The ‘bundle’ he mentioned is a piece of firewood, tightly wrapped in cloth, a little band tied around it to keep it in place. It’s tied to his life.

Something about Juno, and him being declared ‘too powerful’ because of his divine parentage. If it caught aflame and fully charred to dust, he’d die.

So yes, he’s pretty protective over it.

He didn’t feel the need to tell anybody. Nobody would be able to gain that much trust from him. Not even Hazel.

…Not even Hazel.

He was a dumb teenage boy, and a crush didn’t equal life threatening trust. He wouldn’t do that.

Hazel’s sweet. She’s wonderful. Jeez, she’s amazing.

He wasn’t… quite sure about his feelings. All he knew is it didn’t matter. He’d never ever try anything with any crushes he’ll ever have, probably. He’d just humiliate himself.

When did romance come up? Anyways.

After that quest, he was declared a future hero of Olympus and thrown on a ship with six other people.

He was an odd one out. Of course he was.

Percy had Annabeth, Piper had Jason, and Hazel had Leo.

Hazel and Leo are… something. They’ve got something going on, let it be lore, romance, or detailed past stuff. Something about ‘Sammy’. Whatever it is, Frank hated it. Hated Leo. Despised him.

You’ll never believe what’s special about Leo.

He manipulates fire.

So not only is he an asshat that’s clearly stealing Hazel because he’s ten times more attractive, sly, and funny, he’s also the human equivalent to Franks biggest fear.

Leo was rude. Specifically to him.

‘I think I’m worth��� say, three or four Franks?’

It ticked him off. He couldn’t have anything. Can’t be the main hero, can’t get the girl, can’t be anything of importance.

That’s not what this is about though.

Despite everything, all the cruel jokes, ‘accidentally’ dropping Leo about a hundred feet, and Leo almost setting him on fire (he almost sobbed, swear to hades), the managed to get along.

They had a whole talk underwater (don’t ask how). It kinda went like…

‘I hate you, why can’t you like anyone but Hazel?’

‘Whattt, nahhh, I’m likeee, wayyyy too cool for Hazel. She’s like, a sisterrrr, ya feel meee?’

‘Oh. Cool. Why do you sound like that.’

‘You’re ginormous.’

‘Oh. Cool.’

Yeah. It cleared up a lot.

And Leo shared his own secret. His own hate for his power. He spoke about how destructive it was, how painful, how it caused more wreckage than relief. He told the story about his mom.

Frank panicked out of guilt, and told him about his mom. And in the process of babbling, it somehow moved on to ‘I have a magic stick that’s like connected to my life and if it burns I’ll literally explode and that’s why I’m terrified of you.’

He hated himself for that. He didn’t trust Leo. He no longer thought he’d be out to kill him, but what if Leo catches aflame and accidentally stumbled into him and all hades breaks loose?

Leo disappeared for about a week.

They found him, obviously, a little raft on the shore of a little city. Frank called it out. Positive it was him. And they did find him.

Leo looked… confused. Off, through his normal spew of jokes. He gave Frank weird looks.

Then, one night, Leo approached him. He shared nothing about what happened that week, simply gifting him a baggy. A little fireproof baggy.

‘It’s fire proof.’ He’d said. ‘For your fancy deadly wood thing?’

Somehow, in Franks years of life, he never thought of a fireproof container. Living on the edge, y’know?

After Franks many, many nervous thank you’s, Leo opened up about what happened that week. He’d fell from the sky onto some goddesses island. Calypso. Leo knew the story of the Odyssey, panicked, and told her he was gay. She got a whole lot less pushy after.

A laugh had been forced out of Frank at that. It was a very Leo tactic.

Leo had brightened a lot. Probably nothing.

Frank sees Leo in the morning a lot.

Annabeth had mumbled something about how Leo wasn’t taking care of himself. How his mood was going down, how he wouldn’t leave the ships controls or engine room for a break. Frank hadn’t noticed. Huh.

He woke up early one morning in pajamas that didn’t fit right to wander through the Argo, ending up on the dock. Leo was stood at the controls, murmuring to himself.

Frank hadn’t meant to jumpscare him. But it was funny.

After a long moment of awkward conversation, Frank cleverly got Leo to hand over the reins by seemingly being so interested in how to drive the ship. Leo looked so proud of himself as he explained. It was a nice sight.

That happened a lot. Seeing him at random. Sometimes Leo even came to him at nights when he couldn’t sleep to rant. It’d disrupt Franks tricky sleeping patterns, but that’s okay.

Then Leo was gone.

He wasn’t sure what to feel. It was confusing.

He remembered being sat at the table with the other six—… other five. He had a hand on Hazels back as she explained through tears.

The look on his face as he told them his plan. It made Frank sick. He was never supposed to smile like that. It was wrong.

The look on the others faces had burned into Franks skin. And they were right to be upset. He let him die. It was his fault.

They had tried to move on from the subject. But Piper and Hazel were still in tears. Everybody was miserable. It made Frank want to crawl in a hole and die.

He tried to help. Said he could drive the ship. That Leo taught him how. Annabeth gave him a weird look (which was understandable, why would that happen?), but thanked him anyways. One problem down.

This was what Frank would’ve wanted way back then, right? What the voices in his head screamed for. Leo in pieces somewhere.

But the thought just made Frank sick.

He found Leo’s lighter at some point, after raiding his room. He assumed it was already dug through, he just wanted to… wanted to check. And check he did.

It was a nice lighter. He assumed Leo made it himself.

He flicked it open and a small red flame appeared. Brilliant.

It burned calmly, like it had all day, lighting up the mostly dark room. Frank could feel its warmth, feel its heat. The possible danger.

Leo would’ve scolded him. Something like ‘you’re gonna kill yourself! Stop touching my stuff!’ Which feels… ironic.

He stared at the flame for a while. He wasn’t sure why. It didn’t fix anything.

He brought his free hand up, holding the fire close to his palm. Not close enough to burn quite yet. It was a nice warmth.

Then he used his thumb and pushed a little closer.

It was just a tingle. Then an ache. Like he could feel his flesh burning, cooking. A dull, throbbing pain, that just seemed to get worse. Reminded him of something.

Annabeth had interrupted him before he could set his hand on fire. That was nice of her.

Hm.

Frank doesn’t quite remember when he grew so fond of fire.

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Again, beginning writer💔 I love them. Sigh. Criticism is appreciated !!

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[skyeslittlecorner]

IT'S TIME TO CELEBRATE! KING OF BABYGIRLS IS CHOSEN! 

Let me contribute to this competition. As one of the people whose brain was rotten and taken over, let me be the (self-proclaimed) herald of victory.

First, a little kiss for Zagan, Sitri and Foras just because I’m biased and want to kiss my personal babygirls. Also, a huge kiss and a basket of delicacies served by the maids for Amon, and a salute to his nation. We carried out your will, my lord. 

Now it's time to recognize everyone who deserves it! After hard battles and bloody fights, let's meet our winners.

Paimon stans, it was an honor to fight with you. Therefore, despite the lack of a podium, you deserve to be honorably mentioned. 

Special mention - Paimon

"4th place? What a shaaaame." Paimon leaned in when you said you wanted to put an honorary sticker on his horn. "I'd rather keep it foreeever. Now I have to be caaareful when I wash my haaair! Maybe you can heeelp meee~"

It is true that the inhabitants of Hades are immortally loyal to their beautiful king. No wonder he is on the podium with us.

3th place - Leviathan

You give him a medal, definitely not saying he took third place, unless you want to hang from the ceiling and watch other competitors being hunted down by unspeakable horrors. “You called me what? What a ridiculous idea.” But obviously he likes it and hopes that in addition to a medal, the winner will also receive a kiss. At least. 

One of the favorites from the very beginning. Deservedly, Eligos, one of the cutest devils, takes second place.

2nd place - Eligos 

 “Ohh, only second place?” You almost can't stand his eyes of a kicked kitten, so you gently pat his head and stroke soft hairs. His mood immediately improves, and he catches your hand with a sweet, mischievous smile. "Come on, you have to reward me now." A whole day of cuddles, shopping, eating and your undivided attention awaits!

And, at last. Kneels down. Allow me to pay tribute to our lord and ruler, the one and only sitting on the throne. 

1st place - Andrealphus

You caught him off guard. He was playing with his phone, lying in bed, long hair untied and spread picturesquely on the sheets, T-shirt lifted over a chiseled stomach. You rarely saw this beautiful, lazy side of him, and almost forgot what you came for. “I have a surprise for you, my king.”  He turned to you. Not that he has to, because he couldn't see you anyway, and yet always tried to face you. “Me?” “Let me serve you, as you shall sit on your throne.” He raised an eyebrow in amusement and got up, but didn’t ask. Silky hair got tangled in the horns, so you parted it gently and placed on his back. Each time you scratched him a little harder. First between the shoulders, then you ran your fingers over the muscles that you couldn't see through the material, but felt under your palm.  "We had a little competition." You finally sat down on his lap so he could touch your face, feel your smile under his fingers. “Who among you, devil nobles and kings, is the greatest babygirl. It was a vote, several rounds, like a full-fledged cup. Hundreds of people took part!”  “Sounds like fun.” “And you won.” His facial expression didn't change for a bit.  “I what?” “You won! We voted and cheered and were with you every round. Congratulations!” You kissed him, but he needed another second to process what he heard. His eyes widened, and his fingers twitched on your face. He cupped your cheeks, stroking your lips and eyes with his thumbs, checking to see if you were joking. “How? You said it was hundreds of people. We have never met.” “But they know you in their own way. You're intelligent, kind and gentle… and you know what? Let's let all those who love you have their say. ” You started reading comments, hashtags, and all the happy nonsense you produced during this time. At first, he couldn't believe it, but you wouldn't lie to him. He hugged you tightly as you scrolled through Tumblr. You were having such a great time, and he felt the warmth spreading more and more inside him. So many people. So many kind words. He, who never had family nor friends, who was not used to closeness, always lonely, always depressed, listened to so many praises and admiration about himself.  He was grateful that you included him in the vote. Victory? He would never have thought of it. So many people were with him. So many people loved him. He never knew them, never would, but he wanted to say thanks, to touch and know their faces, to hug each and any of them. All the emotions bottled inside felt down with tears of joy.  “I would like to repay all of you somehow.” His voice became hoarse with emotions. Another kiss landed on his lips, as you brushed away long hair that had fallen onto his handsome face.  “Do not even think about it. It's our way of saying thank you for who you are. And that's all we want you to do for us. Just be, and be yourself.”

[dolls-self-ships]

Hey! It's me, the anon who told you I was planning on making an nsfw blog. I still haven't done it but I'll give myself a nickname for now anyway, is candy anon taken?

Anyway, man that rlly sucks that the actor for hades is like that, im sorry :( sometimes i go to my f/os' actors when I get tired of f/os (since I think about them every day for weeks on end fjdjdj) and I just simp for them instead. They're both sweet guys and man someday i'd like to tell you all the deets if it doesn't bother you because I s i m p lol. But also because theres not much content for my f/os in canon or online selfship stuff (havent found any imagines for them whatsoever) I watch the actors' movies and sometimes they'll do a little thing and I'll be like "OMMGG could you imagine MY BOYS saying that to MEEE" and close my eyes and pretend it's them :3 its good for when my imagination or love for my f/os decides to take a vacation (thats something I feel bad about happening but what can ya do :( ) anyway I hope you have a great night/day wherever you are

sure thing! I think you’d be the first anon to give yourself a name, so yeah go ahead ❤️

Personally I can’t relate with the actor thing, but you do you my love! Sometimes I do listen to interviews of my f/os voice actors to pretend it’s them talking though <3 As for James, don’t worry about it (even though everything he stands for repulses me).