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fountainpenguin · 3 months ago

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Riddle watches New Wish - Post #28

The Battle of Big Wand

Part 3 of reacting to this episode (spoiler-free)!

They locked the boy who has a darkness phobia in the deep dark pit, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

omfg, OF COURSE the first thing he does is ask for a drink... Good to know that even 8 years ago, I clocked him as growing up to be a guy who relies on the things that get Fairies drunk (sugar and carbonation) to block out his excessive trauma. oh geez, dude...

How long's he been losing his mind down here? He was fine a few episodes ago in "Growing Pains"! D: He was hanging out at his parents' place!

- Oh, I SO called Peri with magical back-up. He's having a rough go of it... Wowza, he's hallucinating about Dev. That's dark. - I really hope they don't send Foop on a bathroom break or my anxiety is going to spike through the roof. Even if Hazel did use her rule-free wish to revive them, would that be f'd up if they killed Peri and Irep off the way the Grim Reaper told Foop he'd die back in "Man's Worst Friend" or what?

I think ginger ale is good for nausea, which is why Peri's asking for it, but it's still funny because... canonically, he can get drunk if he has enough of that.

I like the rainbow sickness. This feels more correct and enjoyable than the rapid inflation and explosion of the OG series. You can tell Peri is sick and gradually expanding as his magic backs up, but I like that we get to see it, especially since it's set up as death in this universe (rather than easy to recover from in the OG).

I like seeing that Peri is VERY clearly ill and definitely not in a mental or physical place to "push through the pain and escape."

I definitely would say "This is dark," and this loops back to what I said watching "Fearless" and "28 Puddings Later" that A New Wish is definitely a tone shift from the OG. I wouldn't say it's Invader Zim dark, but I think the only episode that gave me vibes this dark was "Channel Chasers" during the scenes that were aiming for "gritty adult action with buff hero characters.

I know Poof and Foop got torn out of reality in "Timmy's Secret Wish," but that's still cute and fluffy to me... lmao.

sldkjfsdklfj, I made a joke during my "Lost in Fairy World" liveblog about how Cosmo and Wanda were going to get ants with all that candy in their room. I know Hazel is lying about ants, but I like it.

Her landlord's hair reminds me of Remy's. that's... a unique style.

/glances tiredly and uneasily at my list of Remy's many runaway uncles who scampered off since they weren't their parents' heir and are still pretty messed up...

I enjoy Wanda comforting her dying son while Cosmo's taking it hard off to the side. Cosmo wanting a moment to himself feels right.

Peri and Irep must not be synced up, presumably because Irep is using magic to grant wishes. Or Anti-Fairies don't get back-up.

There he is~ Anti-Cosmo "literally only here because I was told I might score a godkid" Anti-Cosma. I hate him! (affectionate).

Anti-Wanda looks like she would bite me and I would let her.

Something is so very wrong with Dev "Instead of wishing my lactose intolerance went away, I'm going to delete lactose from the universe" Dimmadome.

I enjoy Irep constantly bouncing or lightly kicking his feet as he waits for Dev to give him new wishes. He definitely gets that from his dad.

Absolutely on the floor that I clocked Anti-Cosmo as hanging back while Irep runs the show with Dev. They've literally not changed and I'm so happy!!!!

I spent over a year worried they were going to reboot A.C. into some take-charge, full-steam-ahead takeover villain, and you're telling me the local confrontation-avoider is still avoiding conflict??

Take me out now; it's never getting better than this. (The sequel.) I'm gonna be riding this high for months.

I was expecting to see Tibecuador on that map, but they cleverly have the Americas on the other side of the globe. I assume that disappeared when Timmy aged out of Fairies, though we know it wasn't unwished after Season 5 (It gets a mention in Season 6).

I like that both Dev and Irep enjoy dancing to "So proud of my son" lyrics. They're vibin'. Irep has daddy issues too.

sdlkfjsd, when Jorgen undid Dev's "king of America" wish a few episodes ago, he didn't erase anyone's minds?? I like that the news refers to Dev as "former king of America."

??? Did Dev and Trev break their friendship after Episode 1 because they both like Bev? That's hilarious!

The news report specifically says "couples are breaking up" due to Anti-Fairy influence, without implying that Anti-Fairies caused these two to get together in the first place. WERE they together? That's silly.

I am once again disappointed we were robbed of the Trev-Dev-Bev friend squad. But this is funny too.

Another waning crescent.

I'mma be honest, but Hazel saying she's had her fairies for about a year just makes me even more confused as to why we're doing a "get a rule-free wish after 1 million" instead of the previously established "get a rule-free wish after 1 year."

I... am gonna un-canonize her 1 million wishes in 'fic unless this ends up being incredibly important. Sorry to keep bringing it up, but I just can't wrap my head around this. "Timmy's Secret Wish" was kind of a big deal. It was a movie and not just a one-off episode, and it's been referenced several times in A New Wish already. Timmy took so much flak for being allegedly wasteful, dangerous, or overly reliant on his wishes. He did make some wild ones, but I'm SO curious to know what Hazel wished for. I wish we'd see flashbacks like we did in that movie, but again... recognizing the limits of a 20-minute episode.

I'm so glad Jasmine told Hazel she wasn't shocked by the reveal that Hazel had fairy godparents, seeing as in Post #10, I said she'd expressed suspicions towards Hazel twice but it didn't seem to be going anywhere and I was disappointed. That's a good callback.

Winn: Your apartment was a hotel and then it wasn't.

That's the other thing I was wondering about! Thanks, Winn. You're my favorite.

It drives me wild that Antony's not going to talk to Hazel about whether she has issues because he doesn't have the context to know fairies get assigned to miserable children. I feel like he'd really want to hear about that.

Antony knows Cosmo and Wanda? Maybe they DID have dinner together. I hope he met Peri. I think they'd be friends. I'll have to look back and see if he was introduced to them by name in "Rattleconda Racers," but... I don't think I noticed he'd clocked them as her neighbors.

They probably crossed paths offscreen while he was home for the holidays. I haven't settled on a timeline yet, but he could've been home for a whole month for winter, so it's likely they've met and he saw Hazel interact with them.

There is something so funny about Winn saying they sussed Cosmo and Wanda out as fairies because of their pink and green hair when they look like this:

I enjoy Hazel being familiar enough with Dev, Cosmo, and Wanda to know their clothes by heart, but she blanked on Irep-

- implication being that she remembered his giant square head and not much else. Not even wings.

Hazel 🤝 Chloe Remembering Foop's hair, mustache, and crown, but forgetting he wears clothes

I'm surprised Hazel's friends are ready to go to war against an entire race of evil magical beings famed for bad luck and torture, and they don't have any questions about this? I feel like one of them would want to talk to their parents. Jasmine said she was a fraidy-cat early on, but I guess facing her fears in "Fearless" turned that around more than I expected.

Oh no, Jorgen's in a pit.

??? If we're in Jorgen's office, where was Peri held before the takeover?

I like how Anti-Cosmo clicks his heels.

New shirt design for Anti-Wanda?? That was on my reboot bucket list! I had my fingers crossed for a fancy dress, sweater, or jacket, but I'll take it! This is clever because it's close to her old design.

... I don't look forward to drawing it :'D

I am OBSESSED with their energy. Anti-Cosmo is so fancy and Anti-Wanda looks like she showed up in pajamas or party clothes. And he loves her so much. That's always been their thing, but it's good to get a reminder since he spends so much of their 1-on-1 time in the OG series screaming and running around. I missed him... It's been 11 years...

... Actually, that makes this my first time ever seeing new (canon) Anti-Cosmo content drop since he was outtie by the time I got to the fandom (back in 2016 when Season 10 was just starting). Exciting!

I actually have an AU called "King Me" that I started in 2016 but have never posted anything for, but it's about Anti-Wanda being raised from birth as the leader of the Anti-Fairies and getting betrothed to some nerd, and seeing them new and shiny and dressed like this makes me want to finish it, because I love Anti-Wanda being in charge when she's so casual and silly. It's one of my favorites <3

omg, it's an anti-Fairy shirt... OH, this makes the fact I portray Anti-Wanda as giggly over puns and wordplay even better...

Anti-Wanda shopping, pointing at the crossed-out crown: It's me.

I like how while Anti-Cosmo is bragging that Anti-Fairies are masters of torture who know all their counterparts' weaknesses, Cosmo looks like this:

Anti-Cosmo: I'm a master of torture... I know your biggest weakness~ Cosmo: I don't believe you for a second, but go off I guess

Irep knew exactly what he was doing when he sent Peri to the dark pit... u can't make me believe it was an accident he was hyperventilating and rocking back and forth with crossed eyes when Cosmo and Wanda got to him...

Wheezing at the fact that I'm pretty sure neither A.C. nor Anti-Wanda has been addressed by name because the writers gave us Irep and Lezah... They can't drop the anti-names on us and don't want to call them Omsoc and Adnaw.

I DID wonder where that set-up was going, but I think their names not being not acknowledged at all is the funniest direction.

Like?? POV, New Wish is your only exposure to Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda, but you don't engage with the fandom so you sus out for yourself what their backwards names would be and that's how you grow up thinking of them.

I personally have Anti-Fairy kids using names picked by their parents and they only switch to using their anti-names when they become adults, so... if we were to assume Irep is just slightly too young to use the name Anti-Peri, that headcanon would still track in New Wish for him and Lezah. Which is interesting.

..... If Peri is short for Periwinkle, is Irep's full name Elkniwirep, because ouch. I understand where he was coming from when he complained his new name was "much more difficult to pronounce" than Foop.

I like the implication that Anti-Fairy nicknames would come from the end of their names rather than the beginning. Though looking at that name, I think Noir would also be an appropriate nickname for him.

Irep when he has to sign for a package for his parents: Eh, you can come back next week.

Anti-Cosmo's clothes are spot-on. It's him!! ... Except for his monocle being on the wrong side. I personally made him blind in one eye in 'fics, but I'm pretty sure a real monocle can be used on either eye.

It's kind of funny to me they did that. It must be easier to model this way, but the OG series never depicted him switching to the other eye even when he turned his head. Kind of interesting in an "I wonder if modern fanart will portray it interchangeably or if the right eye is deemed consistent" kind of way.

!!!! They kept his big ol' giant fangs!!! Irep definitely gets most of his personality from his mom, but he's got Dad's fangs <3

This makes me want to practice drawing him more. A.C. is the hardest for me to draw (between his clothes, hat, hair, and having bat-like ears in Cloudlands AU), but I really like his cravat here and would like to take another whack at him, I think.

skldjf, I'm glad Anti-Cosmo is still Mr. "super weird about needing to hold things in his left hand." Nobody cares, but I care

In the OG show, he threw his wand off-screen so he could switch his teacup to his left hand after picking it up... He does this in multiple episodes, shifting things to his left for no reason even if he picks them up in his right. I'm sure it means nothing, but... why did they draw him doing that? He keeps his wineglass on his left despite Anti-Wanda being depicted with hers on her right... Sometimes he'll even stand next to other characters and hold an item in his left even though his neighbor is holding the same item in their right. why.

?? Anti-Cosmo had to look up "discombobulated" in the dictionary? Wouldn't the taunting have been stronger to prove he doesn't have to look it up?

I like Anti-Cosmo bracing his legs beneath the dictionary the same way Peri did when he was looking at Da Rules.

Heavy book; need better weight distribution or it's killer on the back.

sdfkljsd... oh, poor Cosmo... Listen..... LISTEN........ I know there's no way in heck they would bring back the "77 Secrets of the Fairly OddParents (Revealed)" lore that Cosmo's deepest secret is that he's an "author of distinction" who's written oodles of books, including Astrophysics for Morons from the episode "Shelf Life," but...

This is SO MEAN... I have a 'fic ("Repeat") where we learn Cosmo's been erasing his own memories for ages because people wanted him in jail or worse for writing about astrophysics when Fairy culture pushes the idea that stars are ancient Fairies (à la "Wishology") and this is how he's protecting himself. My interpretation of him is that he gets upset sometimes because "He used to know what these words mean," like... that is an actual scene I've written, and I'm dying...

Corporate needs you to find the difference between these scenes... lmao.

"We knew it wouldn't be easy, not following the old beliefs… but we're on enough thin ice with the Fairy Council as it is. Let's… not tip the scales by making wild claims about the stars. But if it's any consolation… You can tell me about astrophysics any time of week." "Mm…" He didn't even know what 'consolation' meant. He did once, though… Didn't he? When he read his old diaries, they made no sense because he used to know so many words. His handwriting. His memories. But not all the words made sense anymore. Robin Cosma would be so disappointed in his son. How funny that your father can be a poet known across the cloudlands… and you can't remember how to spell "tinnitus."

Anti-Cosmo, you are being SO mean in my lore right now... Thanks, I hate it. But I like that physical torture wasn't the option they went for. This feels very right to me (Mental torments, preying on fears and paranoia instead of just attacking... This feels right for their species since they're supposed to be dark and creepy).

-> I mean, I don't know what I expected from Anti-Cosmo "avoids confrontation if he might get hurt" Anti-Cosma, but... lol.

SKLDFJSLDFJSLDFJ??

Anti-Wanda: /shoves A.C. out of the way and takes his book Anti-Cosmo: :(

If Anti-Cosmo has to confront anyone while he's in slapping range, he will die, actually. Wait, what did I write at the start of this liveblog?

OG series Anti-Cosmo doesn't even want to take over Fairy World; he wants a godkid. His shtick is "I will literally do anything for a godkid even if it's stupid and I make a fool of myself." And then he makes a fool of himself; it's great. [...] Taking over means confronting magical people, and Anti-Cosmo doesn't, like... do that. He taunts people IF he holds a blatant advantage (like them being locked up or them being a human who can't jump and grab him), but he's also a huge coward <3 He's Mr. Buddy System. He needs his Anti-Fairies. So... He might be here, yeah! But I do get major Irep vibes. Irep's totally leading, and I don't see Anti-Cosmo's aesthetic here, so I think he's playing a small supporting role if he's here at all. [...] He DOES have smug energy and cool lines sometimes… but he's also a tantrum-throwing brat who's scared to stand up to people, and in this house, we love him for it!! [...] I just want Anti-Cosmo to be an awkward nerd pretending to be confident, but also he likes to run around and goof off, but he should also look at people like he's confused they kicked his puppy.

sdlkfjsfdjkl??? oh my fluffin' gee. This is beat for beat "Anti-Cosmo taunting people when he's trapped them under a butterfly net in "Fairly Odd Baby" and then backing the heck down as soon as H.P. tells him "Yeah, we're not doing that." ... This is the same energy as Jorgen's slideshow when he specifically labels H.P., not Anti-Cosmo, the more influential parent of the anti-fairy child they raised to be evil way back when... He's the same person... He's such a sheep <3

I was so worried they'd change you, my doormat nephew, and for WHAT?!! Go king; give us nothing!!!

They didn't give him oodles of sass? That's what I thought for SURE they'd reboot him with. I'm losing it. He really is "just there doing his best" without being the main villain. He's minimally helpful. Basically not at all. I can finally embrace him without a hint of hesitation... My windblown tissue of a boy has come home!!

This is the best! spitting, crying. I cannot believe this. I can finally stop second-guessing if I even read him right in the OG series. He's so cringefail loserboy and always has been and I can finally stop lying low about it! I LOVE HIM!!

I genuinely could not fathom a world where they brought him back and he was still just Like That... How ?? did they do this?? I was so SURE they'd put him in charge and only present his "smug, confident" façade and I'd just shrug it off and try to squint for the parts of him I enjoy the most… omfg… Our anxious, dorky coward actually made the jump?

He's like Anatole Kuragin... Anti-Cosmo would be flawless in the role of "Okay, sing these two songs like you're the sexiest and most confident man alive. And for this other song, cower on the floor wailing about how you're a man of honor and the old man calling you a scoundrel should take it back because it hurts your feelings. You just tried to kidnap the girl you like, but got spooked and ran away. btw, you're everyone's most specialist boy in the world."

The Natasha, Pierre, & the Great Comet of 1812 AU nobody asked for but we know we deserve:

btw, after years of waiting, I had the opportunity to see this musical (<3) and words cannot express how I felt when - after listening to the soundtrack and always wondering why Anatole backs off so fast when Marya shoos him from the courtyard - I got to experience the shock of Marya bursting onstage with a gun.

I am in such shock that I read Anti-Cosmo right. Like ?? I don't know why that's bizarre to me- I've taken so many notes on him and I was very confident in what I thought about him. I just ?? can't believe he's still set up to be a soggy dishrag?

No one ??? ever portrays him like this ?? We don't do that here! That's not on his Fandom Wiki page, which calls him a "ruthless criminal mastermind" and "far more devious than most other villains in the show." People don't remember him like this... I'm dreaming...

I gotta lie down. What the FLIP do they have written for him in the story bible, if anything?

-> I gotta read the OG series story bible @zachbrightside sent me. I've been putting it off 'til after New Wish, but maybe I'll liveblog my reactions to that too.

-> Fun fact, I collect story bibles due to my days of combing Scribd for early scripts... But the OG series story bible for FOP is one I never thought I'd see in my LIFE. I'm excited.

Okay, I totally got impatient and took a sneak peak at the New Wish story bible for fun (something I glimpsed super briefly about a year and a half ago and then put away because I wanted to wait and see the show for myself, so I didn't see more than a glimpse of Hazel, Winn, and Whispers Fred, but I don't want to look at the OG series bible until I'm properly liveblogging). AND!!!!

Guess who didn't misremember the rumor about the Pixies coming back! I'll talk about that more in a separate liveblog, I'm sure, but oh gosh; oh goodness...

They didn't reboot Anti-Cosmo with sass AND they have a note here about the Pixies "potentially aligning their interests with tech magnate Dale Dimmadome..." Do you understand how close that gets us to H.P. coming back as his sassy, in-charge self... My most beloved character in the series, still snarky... I want him so much... I can taste it... He's one chump door away...

I won't get my hopes up since Season 2 isn't confirmed, but do u understand... Yes I know they might kill him and replace him with Sanderson and it'd shatter me, but do u understand how close we are to the funky guy who's haunted my mind every day for the last nearly 9 years...

Dale, I have GREAT NEWS for you... The prophecy... H.P. and Dale together... My 7-year dream fulfilled at last...

what are Ben Stein's rates and can we get him for another movie. I think Pixies & Dale would be the thing that does me in; it's never getting better than that... Can you even IMAGINE if we had Musical 2.0. for some inexplicable reason...... My favorite episode, oh goodness... Just let H.P. dunk on Anti-Cosmo again and I'm done; I'm out. retired. deceased.

It's SO over for y'all if they do bring back the Pixies. Unfollow me then because it's all I'll talk about for the rest of my life.

Hey wait a sec- I'VE BEEN ROBBED!!!! They WERE supposed to be here! Dale WAS supposed to be the finale antagonist!

?? I was RIGHT in my initial assumption that Dale had been set up for this plot. I'm totally justified for going into this finale thinking we were gonna fight Dale. That's... way funny, because I have a whole note over here I was gonna address when I'm done watching about how I don't feel like Dale stalking Hazel and all those notes about Fairy World left on his board even went anywhere...

Did they drop the "Dale stalking Hazel" plot point & this Pixie route because they figured Anti-Fairies would bait viewers in and Pixies wouldn't? So, like... did we only have that scene to upset Dev, and now we're not following through with the implications? :'D I am dev-astated on both accounts...

I probably would've done the same thing in their position (Write the finale for Anti-Fairies instead) because the Pixies aren't as well known (I think) and don't have the same opposite vibe as counterparts (which makes for dramatic storytelling), and maybe increased excited viewers increases chance of Season 2, but...

I've been robbed blind!! D: OH, this hurts so much more than when it was "just a rumor" to me that the Pixies were meant to appear "in the latter half of the season." skdljf, I shouldn't have looked at this; what've I done... PLEASE give us a Season 2 with Pixies in it... I'm beggin'... I've seen behind the curtain and I cannot be reborn in my innocence.

- Extremely funny to me that the Pixies not showing up implies they're not making a move because it hasn't been 37 years since their last big takeover plan. It's the OCD... - HEY WAIT A MINUTE, back at the start, I told y'all taking over Fairy World wasn't Anti-Cosmo's thing and it was actually H.P.'s... oh, this is FUNNY... I wish I had someone I could rub this in the face of. Oh my feathers, I'm SO glad I know H.P. and Anti-Cosmo well enough that I nailed them both like butterflies on display and didn't make a fool of myself [in my mind], sldkfj... #Not a fake fan... You don't spend 8 years writing 1 million words worth of 'fics about each of them without knowing your boys!!! I'm sorry, I just... This has been extremely funny to liveblog. I didn't peek ahead... I didn't know for sure if Anti-Cosmo was gonna be here to take over Fairy World - I really thought they'd reboot him to be confident and suave because why would they read him as an anxious coward?? nobody does that - but I sure as heck knew an Anti-Cosmo based closely on the OG wouldn't be leading the charge! He's a pushover <3 And the fact the Pixies were supposed to be here is KILLING me. Of course it was a plot meant for Pixies... because Anti-Cosmo doesn't do this and H.P. does. That's SO funny... I can't believe this... I'm dying, squirtle... I can't breathe... Please let me infodump about how despite everything I've said about H.P. going against the Pixie stereotype, he is actually implied to have OCD, and by his own admittance seems to want to take over Fairy World because Fairy World's disorder just drives him up a wall... I miss him... I lied about loving Anti-Cosmo; please come back, beloved... Please send him on a time travel vacation so he can come back feeling like he waited his obsessive 37 years... oh my glory, he's within my grasp... It's been 16 years... - The file name on this thing is "FOP Reboot Series Bible Draft 7..." oh, my boys lived up to 7 drafts... oh, my babies...

Oh my GOSH, they pitched an episode where Hazel's parents come over for dinner game night and Cosmo and Wanda are struggling to appear normal... That's the exact kind of episode I was sad we hadn't had yet back when I was saying post-Episode 1 Cosmo and Wanda were giving me sexy lamp vibes! I'm sad we didn't get this one.

Okay... I've seen too much. I won't read anything else in here and I'll save it for a future arc of liveblogging all these resources. Oh, this stings. The finale's cool and all, but I just miss my boys so much, and I want them to come back as their glorious, snarky, finger-gunning, drunk-on-the-job selves so a new generation can fall in love with them like I have, and they are SO CLOSE...... D: Nobody knows the trouble I've seen... nobody knows my

Ooh, what?

Big Daddy!? Mark Chang? Mama Cosma? Juandissimo?? omg-

IRVING?? They found you too?

No one is safe...

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mika-no-sekai-blog · 7 months ago

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Part XVII | Part XIX

You jolted awake, heaving, skin sticky with a cold sweat. Your trembling fingers found the pendant safely hidden under your clothes. It was dream, another nightmare, you thought at first as your sight focused on the light colored chiffon curtains around the bed.

You tried to calm down, inhaling deeply. But it didn't work, panic gripped on your trembling heart that beat too fast. Why it was harder than usual? Your throat was closing, you couldn't breathe. Why hadn't you forgot it as soon as you opened your eyes?

"Y/N!" A males voice cried out. Before you were able to comprehend what's happening, mattress dipped and strong arms wrapped around you. "Thank the Mother."

You finally breathed in. You had to repeat it several times to be able to speak out.

"Rhys," you whispered, your voice hoarse. Your brother was with you. You were safe. The panic began to dissipate. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you weren't the only one crying. Rhysand sobbed, his grip growing stronger.

You stayed like this until both of you calmed down. You didn't speak, just held each other.

"I'm so sorry," Rhysand whispered as he pulled away to look down at you. "I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have revived those memories."

No dreams, but memories. That's why it didn't disappear after you woke up. You closed your eye and immediately opened them because the horrors started to play out behind your eyelids again.

For the first time in your life you saw Rhys struggling to find words. He was opening and closing his mouth like a fish. You finally looked at him properly.

Rhysand looked terrible. Red eyes with dark circles under, dishevelled hair, wrinkled clothes that remembered better times. He was a mess, much messier than after all-day training in the camp.

For Cauldron's sake, you were so confused. You pressed palms to your face. The horrible headache was back, too.

"Y/N, are you okay? Tell me what should I do? Do you need something?" Rhysand was immediately cradling you.

"I have just this insane headache," you rasped.

"Do you want that powder from Madja?"

You nodded without thinking twice. Small bottle and glass of water appeared on the nightstand. Rhys added a spoonful of powder to the glass, mixed it and handed the glass to you. You gratefully drank it. It worked almost immediately. You sighed with relieve.

"You okay?" You asked Rhys. "You look.. tired at best."

"You were unconscious for last five days. I couldn't leave you alone. It's all my fault.."

"Five days?" you choked on water. "It doesn't matter. Anyway. Don't you dare to blame yourself. I was the one who asked you to do that."

"It was so.." Rhysand fisted on his hair. "If those bastards weren't already dead, I would.." He was so angry that air around him crackled with power.

But you didn't have a chance to talk with him more as a roar came somewhere from the hallway. "Where is she?"

Both of you turned to the door at the same moment, eyes wide. Rhysand was about to stand and go to see what was going on down there when the door flew open and hit the wall hard.

On the threshold stood Azriel. His eyes dark, face full of rage, body ready to strike. The shadows wildly swirled around him, wings stretched behind his shoulders. He was so scary, looking like the embodiment of death itself. If you didn't know him, you would be so panic-stricken, unable to even blink. His hazel eyes scanned over you still in the bed.

In a blink of eye he had Rhysand pinned to the wall, his feet in the air. "What did you do to her?!" he growled, baring teeth at him. Blue siphons on his leathers shone dangerously.

Your brother struggled against his grip, his lips turning blue, but he didn't use any magic to protect himself. Azriel was so blinded with the rage he would kill him and Rhys would allow it. You had to stop him somehow.

You leapt from bed and tried to pull his muscular arm away from Rhys' throat. "Az, calm down," you whined, but you didn't make him move for even an inch. "Azriel!"

Rhysand's eyes began rolling back, now whole his face was bluish.

"Azriel! Let him go!" You were pulling on his arm even more furiously now, your nails digging into his flesh. You drew blood. Only then his gaze moved to you and his arm fell back.

Rhysand fell to the ground gasping for air and coughing. You knelt beside him, rubbing on his back. "Rhys, are you okay?" He just nodded still panting and coughing.

"Are you crazy?" you turned to Azriel. "You could kill him."

"That's exactly what I wanted to do," he retorted, glaring down at his High Lord angrily. "He promised to not push you further. You weren't ready for that and he fucking knew it."

"I asked him to do that!" You shouted back.

At that moment Feyre appeared in the door. She was dirty from a paint, apparently somebody ran to her studio in the city to alert her after Azriel arrived.

"Rhys," she cried out when she saw him panting on the ground and ran to him.

You both helped him stood up and get to the door. Feyre gave you a worried look. A silent question. You just shook your head and smile and so she took your brother to their room, leaving you alone with Shadowsinger.

Azriel glared after him, promise of death in his eyes.

"Don't even think about that," you warned him. "It was my decision. I went to him. If you need to vent your anger on someone, here I am."

He grumbled something you didn't understand and stayed silent with hands crossed on his board chest, hazel eyes watching you.

You gazed back at him.

"How do you feel?" he asked much calmer.

You raised a brow at him.

"What?"

"You were about to kill Rhys. Don't I deserve the same?"

His mouth opened and closed, no words coming out. "It's different."

"How?"

"Simply different."

You angrily glared at him until the spymaster did unthinkable thing. He backed and disappeared in his shadows without another word.

Exhausted you sat down and pulled knees to your chest. As it became your habit, you took the pendant out and played with it. Now you knew. You regained the last bit of your memory. You had everything as you'd planned. You were trying to avoid thinking about the horrors of the last night your mother was alive and rather tried to focus on finding a way how to get to Spring Court.

That night you couldn't sleep. You aimlessly wandered through the house until you found yourself in front of Rhys' and Feyre's bedroom. You were about to knock on the door, but you changed your mind at the last second and decided to go to the garden.

The door behind you opened quietly and Feyre came out. "Oh, it's you," she smiled tiredly.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you."

She just waved a hand. "I was about to get some tea. Will you join me?"

You nodded and a few moments later both of you were seated in the sitting room with steaming cup of tea in hand.

"How is Rhys?"

"Oh," Feyre smiled. "You don't need to worry about him. They're fighting quite often. He's fine, sleeping like a baby at the moment. By the morning he won't have a single bruise."

You shook your head. "It's my fault. Azriel burst out like that because of what I asked Rhys to do."

"You did nothing wrong. Anyway, it was up to you to decide that. Azriel can't be angry for that."

You sipped your tea while Feyre watched you, face tense with worry. "Are you okay?"

You tried to smile, but it turned into grimace. "I will be."

Feyre sighed. "I guess you can't sleep. Rhys showed me what happened there. It was.. well.. more than terrible. If you would like to talk about it.." she offered gently.

You thanked her and this time you managed to smile properly. "It's enough that you are here."

She nodded. You finished your tea mostly in silence, just occasionally doing some small talk. That's how you found out there would be Starfall in a week.

Starfall, the biggest and most beautiful celebration in Night Court. How could you forget about that? An idea began to form in your head.

"Who will come?" you asked subtly.

"As usual. It will be us, my sisters, some friends and people from the city," Feyre smiled, already imagining the party.

"Friends?"

"Yes, Winter Court's High Lord with his wife and few generals. Helion will come and a few friends from Summer Court. Lucien should be here, too." Feyre was counting on fingers, roaming through the list in her head, but you stopped listening.

You already heard what you needed. Lucien would be here. Such a big party was a good occasion to disappear without being noticed for hour or two. It should give you enough time to speak with Tamlin, if things went in your favor.

Thinking about all possible alternatives you even forgot about the horrors of your past and spent that week mostly peacefully.

Evening of Starfall

You stood in your room in front of the tall mirror, admiring yourself. Mor convinced you to go shopping dresses with her and this was what you ended up with. The dress she'd chosen for you for this event was beautiful. It was very simple long dress made of dark blue almost black velvet, the hem of skirt was decorated with shiny little stones that in narrowing chains rose up to your waist. It reminded a night sky full of shooting stars. Indeed, very fitting for today's evening.

She also insisted on helping with your make-up and hair. Since she left a few minutes ago, you had been standing in front of the mirror looking at your reflection. It wasn't like it didn't suit you. To be honest, it suited you a lot, you felt almost beautiful, but this wasn't you. It was too much.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by a knock on the door. "Are you ready?" Rhysand's voice shouted from behind the door.

"Yes," you answered. Door opened and Rhys strolled in.

As soon as he found you, his eyes widened. He froze on the spot, in silence gazing at you.

"What?" You raised a brow at him. "Is it too much?"

He slowly shook his head looking for his voice. "No, it's perfect. You're beautiful. I've never thought I will get a chance to see my baby sister like this. Tonight you'll be the most beautiful among the stars."

You frowned at him, blushing fiercely. "You are such an ass."

"I'm just honest," he grinned. "I can't wait to see Azriel's expression when he sees you."

You rather said nothing to that. Ever since he revived your memories, he kept making small remarks about Azriel and you. No need to say that the very next day after Azriel almost killed him, they were again brothers, talking as if nothing had happened.

"Let's go. I can't wait to show my Starshine to my friends," he teased you.

Party was held as always in the House of Wind. This was your first time visiting here since you came back, but you had to say that although Rhys had changed the furniture and decorations, the house itself hadn't changed that much. You still could easily navigate through narrow halls and numbers of rooms here.

Rhys' family was gathered in a big private sitting room. As soon as the two of you walked in all eyes turned on you.

Mor had already seen you, so she wasn't so surprised and sent you just a cheeky grin. Cassian's sonorous voice was the loudest one. He left his mate at the bar and hurrying to you he lifted you up, spinning with you.

"Our lil' sis finally joined the gang," he laughed as he put you down. "Look at you! You're so pretty, dove."

Laughing you pushed him away when he tried to kiss your cheek. Your face felt even hotter than after Rhysand complimented you. "Stop that, you big bear. You'll destroy Mor's hard work."

"You look amazing," Feyre hugged you. Even Amren nodded approvingly. Next to her stood male you'd never seen before, but it wasn't hard to guess he was from different court and had a thing for her. He smiled politely at you, which you returned.

Elain stood with her sister at bar. She frowned at you and turned away. As long as she didn't make another scene, you didn't mind. Nesta, on the other hand, winked at you and smiled, sipping from her glass. It was surprising.

Balcony doors opened and Azriel walked in with a glass of whisky in hand. "What's -" When his eyes met yours he forgot what he was about say, gaping at you. Hand that held the glass dropped and its content spilled onto the floor, splattering his shoes and pants.

Rhysand and Cassian boomed with laughter, others turned around and hiding their amusement pretended to be occupied.

You spared him an embarrassing situation and walked away to Mor. You hadn't talked with him since he attacked Rhysand and honestly, you were still a bit bitter about that.

As the evening progressed, the party was in full swing. Rhys and Feyre disappeared, certainly having their private party on one of the smaller balconies. Cassian with Nesta also disappeared together. They visibly needed an alone time. The rest went down to have fun with the other guests.

You were alone on the higher balcony, pretending to observe the crowd below you. True was you were looking for a certain redhead. Feyre said Lucien would come, but you hadn't spotted him yet.

"Drink?" A deep voice spoke to your right. Shadowsinger waited just a few inches from you with two glasses of wine in hands, offering you one. You hadn't heard him to come.

You gave him a tight smile. "I don't drink."

"Oh," his cheeks tinted with pink. Both glasses disappeared. "You are stunning tonight." You ignored that comment. He leaned against railing, looking down. "Are you still angry with me?"

"Little bit," you answered honestly.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. Well, at that moment I guess I did, but..I was angry. And so worried for you. Rhysand sent me on some damn mission that took weeks to accomplish. I couldn't see you for so long and the first thing I heard after returning home was that you aren't well, that you're unconscious because he returned you the last bits of your memories. He promised me to wait."

You placed your hand on his big scarred one. "As I already told you. It was my fault. I asked him to do so."

"Now I know. But back then.. I think I would react the same way even if I knew," he admitted."

"The three of you grew into brutes," you rolled your eyes.

He laughed, the sound so rare that you couldn't resist and had to look at him. He was handsome in the tailored suit. Even more than usually. Despite all hardships and wars that he survived, he still seemed young and innocent, just as you remembered him. Your heart stuttered, breathing became labored.

He had to hear that because he stopped laughing and looked down at you. Suddenly he seemed to be too close. The crowd below you gasped and went silent, all eyes turned to the sky. You did the same.

The show had began. Hundreds of spirits travelled above you. A warm wing wrapped around your shoulders, big hand landed on your waist. You turned to Azriel, his shiny eyes already on you. Now he was even closer than before. You could feel his warm breath full of freshness and woody smell of whisky on your face, strands of his hair tickling your forehead.

It threw you centuries back, when the two of you stood on the exactly same spot in the exactly same position. You were just a young female, still teenager, crazily in love with the handsome young male, best friend of your older brother, who loved you deeply. Your knees buckled just like they did back then, breath caught in your throat. His full lips brushed over yours. A moan made its way through your parted lips. You felt so lightheaded and drawn to him.

But..

This was wrong. You weren't that young female anymore. You didn't feel the same way anymore. Your heart changed. You were here on a mission. You blinked the haziness of your mind away.

"I'm sorry," you breathed out and ran away, leaving confused Azriel behind. He didn't try to chase after you nor he stopped you.

You ran until you got two floors lower and only then you stopped in one of the alcoves in the hallway to catch your breath. You forbade yourself to think about what just happened on the balcony.

You were upset. You needed to find Lucien quickly, before the party would be over and you miss the best chance. You walked down the hall and turn the corner just in time to see hair as bright as a fire disappear in one of the doors.

You stalked closer and carefully peeked in. You were lucky, it was Lucien. He stood with his back to the doors, pouring some alcohol to the glass. He was alone. You slipped in and closed the doors behind you.

Startled he turned to you. "It's you? You should have said something. You move around like a ghost. One day somebody gets a heart attack because of you." He turned his attention back to the drink. He seemed to be in a bad mood.

"I was looking for you."

"Really?" He took quite big gulp of liquor grimacing. "So congratulations. You found me."

"Are you okay?"

"Nothing I couldn't solve myself," he snapped. "What do you want from me?"

"I need you to take me to Spring Court." His brows raised, both russet and gold eye snapped back to you.

"You what?"

"You heard me."

Lucien laughed. "Sure. And next time I meet Rhysand, he will chop me into small pieces and feed me to some beasts. Thanks, no."

"He doesn't have to know you helped me."

Lucien tsked, but he listened. "All I want from you is that you take me to Tamlin. That's all. After that you can return to the party and pretend you haven't seen me at all."

"Why?"

"You said it yourself. Tamlin needs help and I can help him. Do I need any other reason?"

He looked you over from head to toe with narrowed eyes, thinking. A muscle pulsed on his tightened jaw. "Okay. How do you imagine we get out of here?"

It surprised you. You thought he would be harder to convince to do something so crazy and dangerous.

And so you presented him your plan. It was very simple: find unused balcony far away from prying eyes and winnow. You already had an idea which rooms with balconies would be safe for your escape.

Lucien agreed and obediently followed you through halls. You were already so close to the one of the empty rooms when a deep voice came from behind you.

"Where do you think you are going?"

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audreyscribes · 7 months ago

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Ω PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS:💀 PERSEPHONE: QUEEN OF THE UNDERWORLD, GODDESS OF SPRING, THE DEAD, THE UNDERWORLD, GRAIN, AND NATURE 💐 (PART 2)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is PART 2 of the Persephone Demigod Headcanons. Due to the size limit of Tumblr, I had to split the entire work into two. [LINK TO PART 1 HERE] Hi everyone! It took me a bit to figure it out but here's what everyone has been waiting for! Persephone is just 1 out of the 4 works I have planned and written for, and these works will be categorized as the MISCELLANEOUS GODS due to not the fact these gods are minor or anything, but because I did mention this in an ask before and it's easier to think about due to the canon PJO worldbuilding. These works will be a bit more loose since I'm taking a shot in the wild so hopefully you guys like it. Thanks for reading!!

You can summon the dead as much as the children of Hades, but there’s a keypoint where you can reanimate, revive the dead under some certain circumstances: like bringing back life to dead flowers by imparting your own power, but they're still destined to die because that is the cycle of nature after all. With living beings, it’s much more different the more complex and messier it gets. Animals are sort of allowed, but human beings? That’s a big no-no. It is the quickest and most instantaneous way to make Hades incinerate you on the spot, or make the earth swallow you beneath your feet. He already did that to Aslepius, who was so good at medicine he could revive the dead. You may be Persephone’s child and Hades’ may be lenient with you, but you’re still bound to the sacred mortal laws like everything. Even if you can’t revive (human) life, don’t even think of trying.

Don’t be surprised if you are more in tune and affected by seasonal changes. Given how Persephone is connected with the changing of seasons, you have Autumn, Winter, Spring, and Summer aspects. What each season means to you will depend on from when you were born and furthering back from it. The children of Hecate are a good support group for this and normalise it.

You can’t be gluten free or allergic to pollen. If you were, you aren’t now once you’re claimed. Not under Persephone’s (and Demeter’s) watch. It’ll literally go against everything that is them. You’ll also have a great love of mint, particularly munching on mint leaves. You don’t know why until you learn about the story of Minthe; a nymph that Hades pursued before Persephone faced her wrath.

Between Demeter and Persephone,, you’re going to eat so much grains; particularly whole wheat. Even if you’re not a big fan of it, you’re conditioned to eat it and tolerate it. If you don’t eat whole wheat or whole grains every so often, you’ll feel something is missing from your diet and you’ll be craving it bitterly.

I think being a child of Persephone makes you an exception to seeing your godly parent due to some loophole. You’re kind of obligated to go visit Persephone for the Winter and Spring equinox; in Winter, you’ll also have to meet Hades. On the plus side, the Winter visits allows you and Hades to get to know one another and minimizes any animosity the Lord of the Underworld may have towards you. You’ll also get to know Nico, Hazel, and possibly any other children of Hades/Pluto along the way with the Winter Equinox visits.

Surprisingly, Mr. D gives some sympathy and help coming to terms with the whole unusual birth thing. Anytime you have a panic or existential crisis, Mr. D is there waiting with a can of diet coke waiting for you. Chiron may also be there for those sessions if so required.

Cabin wise at Camp Half-Blood will have to erect a Persephone cabin/temple now you’re here. In the early beginning, you’re going between the Demeter cabin or the Hades cabin until they build a cabin. The reason it’s taking so long because with Persephone, it is also prompting a possible Amphitrite cabin also along the way just to be fair because Hera has her already, then there’s Persephone, and then that also leaves the last of the Big Three’s Wives: Amphitrite. It’s less on the building part that is the problem, but the future ramifications that everyone is debating and preparing for; a storm that has yet to come.

If there’s a Child of Hera when you’ve arrived and been claimed or during your time at camp, you’re both automatically sticking with each other in solidarity based on the whole impossible child scenario, and children of Queens. You’re also both talking with each other and being discussed with is there going to be a chance of a demigod child of Amphitrite in the future. (though very unlikely at the moment due to the fact she is Nereids, and there hasn’t been any evidence that she has any interest in mortal men*)

You’re guided to Camp Halfblood and chaperoned by your step sibling and son of Hades, Nico di Angelo. You have had 3 to 6 months to get to know him, and him knowing, coming to terms, and being quickly forced to acclimate to your existence. With a favour from Hades and a gently enforced command by Persephone, he was to accompany you to Camp Halfblood. It was less because of the threat of monsters, with the company you’re keeping, but more so as “emotional and physical support”. Seeing as you couldn’t be accompanied by the Lampades, the nymphs of the Underworld, Nico was the best next option (read: Nico is being told to accompany you in a political move to solidify your position and enforce your presence).

When you get claimed, you come on the cusp of Winter and Spring. The bare naked trees that are covered with snow disappear as yellow-green bright leaves begin to take over the branches with flower buds blossoming. The snow melts away into water, seeping into the earth below you, with fuzzy grass peeking out. It carpets underneath you with flowers sprouting underneath you, the first flowers of spring of Crocus, Snowdrops, Daffodils, with the appearance of butterflies and robins fluttering around you.

Two birds drop down to put a crown of thorns, twisting around to resemble a deer’s horns, setting upon your head, menacing as the winter light casts a menacing shadow, before the claim of Persephone of the Pomegranate appears, glowing brightly. The crown begins to sprout flowers along with the bare trees and plantations into your favourite flowers.

Everyone looks at you in changing confusion, fear, awe, and then disbelief and realisation. You see some people’s eyes, their auras distinct as they look at Nico for answers who sighs before steps forward and clear his throat, his scratchy throat sounding like bare branches rubbing against each other yet loud like a tree falling in a quiet forest. “I, Nico di Angelo, Son of Hades, present the child of Persephone, Queen of the Underworld, Goddess of the Dead, Grains, Spring, and Nature. Hail (F/n) (L/n), their eminence of the seasons.”

Silence takes over like the winter wind before everyone screams with uproar, with minor voices yelling “NOT AGAIN”.

[PART 1 TO PERSEPHONE DEMIGOD HEADCANONS HERE]

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maxcreatesthings · 4 months ago

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AU: Instead of kidnapping and stealing Percy's and Jason's memories, Hera decided to make a sort of school swap with the Big Three children.

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Summary: Greek and Roman demigods mix like oil and water.

Greek demigods are far more sporadic, easier to trust, more powerful, and chaotic. But they lack the numbers and the quick but good work the Roman demigods have.

Roman demigods are far more organized, they have more strength in numbers, and they know how to work quickly and get the best results. But they lack the power that comes with being a direct descendant of a god/dess, and the trust that comes with having constant life-or-death situations.

Not to mention the Big Three kids.

Camp Jupiter has two of them, Jason Grace and Hazel Levesque, a son of Jupiter and a daughter of Pluto respectively.

Jason could control the winds, and Hazel could pull the riches from the ground.

Camp Halfblood had the whole set with Thalia Grace, Percy Jackson, and Nico di Angelo.

Thalia could control lightning, and Nico could control the undead.

The best way to describe Percy's power? He could control anything that has water in it.

So what would happen if these two forces were to mix?

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Ships: Jason/Percy (future), Thalia & Reyna (they're in a qpr), Will/Nico (future), Percy/Annabeth (present + polyamory!!!!), Annabeth/Piper (future), Frank/Hazel (future)

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What I changed from canon:

Hazel's age. Her and Frank's canon relationship sorta gives me the ick since she's 13 and he's 16. She's 14 here, and won't be dating Frank until she's around 15-16 years old.

The Lost Hero + The Son of Neptune never happened here, obviously. Piper and Leo were latecomers, so to speak, but both of them got claimed by the first week like how it happened canonically.

Leo and Percy are balls of ultimate dumbassery and chaos together!!!! We were robbed of their friendship in canon for real. And also, Leo's aroace. Thalia helped him find the terms of his sexuality. He won't stop flirting and being himself, of course, he's just aroace now.

Speaking of sexualities, polyamorous percabeth <3

in this au, Annabeth and Percy are more chill with their relationship. sometimes they go on dates with other people if they want to, their partner knowing full well what happens and who they're dating.

genderfuck + asexual Percy the Beloved

no but seriously, i think he would not give a damn about his gender or sex. he could do either if someone else wants him to, but he generally doesn't care about it

Nico and Thalia getting adopted into the Jackson-Blofis household

the addition of Max Jackson and Ezra Jackson, two of my OCs that Sally fosters for Percy so that he could adopt them both when the time is right.

Nico still revived Hazel and became an Ambassador of Pluto for a bit, but Hera screwed with his plans to keep things hushed up about the Greek/Roman division. He helps (somewhat) with easing both Hazel & Jason into Camp HalfBlood and Percy & Thalia into Camp Jupiter.

did I mention that most of the big three kids are gonna have a sibling dynamic? because they're going to have a sibling dynamic (except for jercy, of course)

pipabeth is… well, it's happening, as much as lesbians who are so dumb about each other can be anyways (they are in a situationship is what I'm trying to say here)

the big three children can be dark sometimes, and that's okay!! we <3 the dark! little big three here

Annabeth isn't as controlling as she is canonically (someone had to say it)

Piper is less "I'm not like other girls"

Leo is a bit more mature, and doesn't make fun of people he doesn't know well like he did with Frank in Mark of Athena

Edit: forgot to mention that percy is a hopeless romantic here! He's the one who remembers any anniversary, gifts, etc form his loved ones

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If you have any questions about this au, feel free to ask! it's still in development here, and I'd love to hear your thoughts about this au <3

#max creates a post!#percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #thalia grace #percy jackson #nico di angelo #annabeth chase #heroes of olympus #piper mclean #leo valdez #jason grace #hazel levesque #frank zhang #this au was inspired by “ways to be wicked” from Descendants 2 btw #if yk the 2020-ish gacha trend where they use this song then u can see the vision

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queenjunothegreat · 3 months ago

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I have so many MOA scene rewrite suggestions (you obviously do not have to write all of these, but you asked for suggestions so!! also sorry for this being so long)

- (this is a big sad one) Jason reuniting with camp Juptier and realizing he wasn’t very missed and was basically replaced + Leo getting possessed and firing on Camp Jupiter (I can’t remember if this was Leo’s thought process in the books, but Leo would definitely think he was a curse for Jason or something. Like first he ruined things with Thalia and now this)

- I would love to see a one-shot of Leo and Hazel’s relationship being fixed. Cause I hate the fact that Hazel had to deal with two guys crushing on her after being traumatically revived into a new time period. This could also function as a Valgrace/Lost trio fic cause Jason and Piper would definitely get jealous of Leo being constantly stolen away to go on missions without them.

- Jason’s birthday picnic with Piper

- this last one isn’t MOA related but I want to include anyways cause it’s a special headcannon to me. I 100% believe that Annabeth pestered the shit out of Leo when he was building the Argo II. Not in a mean way!!! But, she would definitely immediately try to help Leo in making the ship cause she loves designing things and she wants to see her boyfriend. I feel like she horrible at assuming/accepting that people wouldn’t want her help. Therefore, she keeps pestering Leo on ship progress and ideas. And Leo being the solo worker he is, just doesn’t know how to work with someone else. It could function great as a 5+1 fic like - “Five times Annabeth tries to help Leo, + the one time Annabeth succeeds in helping.” Basically, I just need someone to write a fic about their friendship. As well as Leo accepting he doesn’t need to do everything alone and he can ask for help.

Never apologize for longwindedness to me. I am King President of Yappingtonshireville and I ALWAYS encourage everyone to run their mouths. In fact, I am THANKING you for all these wonderful ideas 😌

First and foremost, um???? Butting heads to work besties Annabeth and Leo??? Hello??? Sign me the FUCK up!! There's not NEARLY enough fics featuring these two and that needs to change ASAP! It will also be a really good chance for me to work on my Annabeth voice for the HoH rewrite. Her being so eager and willing to help to the point where it would be off putting to anyone much less someone like Leo while also not even recognizing it is SUCH an Annabeth thing oh my god. My darling girl mwah mwah mwah.

Also! Yes! Hazel! She deserved so much better than being forced into a weird bad love triangle that didn't do literally anything for the story. Leo will have absolutely ZERO romantic feelings for the traumatized 13 year old, bur he will absolutely flirt with her when Frank is around just to mess with him. I am REALLY fond of the odea of them becoming friends (and Hazel being like "Frank, why are you being mean to Leo? 🥺 He's my friend" and Frank folding like a house of cards) and I'm beyond delighted with the idea of Jason and Piper having a mutual pouting session about Leo hanging out with Frank and Hazel more. That in particular could fold really nicely into the Jason’s birthday picnic thing!

Ooooh, I am gnawing on this Jason getting to CJ concept. I was planning on writing it from (SURPRISE!) Reyna’s POV, but I think it would be sososo good to then swap POV halfway through and have them mirror each other's thoughts without even realizing it. I am actually in the middle of writing a fic that is immediately post everyone getting back on the ship after firing on New Rome, so I will for SURE be yoinking those "Leo feels like a curse" thoughts to put in there because it is SO good.

#writing rambles #the heroes of juno #ask box

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stygianoaths · 2 years ago

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I like to think that Nico would be the god of dying wishes.

He grants them to the innocent and to the heroic, making sure their journey to the Underworld is easier by taking care of that which was left behind.

His only policy is that they can't ask him to revive/resurrect/restore them in any form, shape, or manner. Otherwise, he's willing to carry out all their other wishes, no matter how strange, no matter how tasking. He will do it.

The gentle ask for their family's protection, the young ask for a chance to say farewell, and though few, those who had nothing to lose but their life ask for vengeance.

The first two are easy.

Nico is benevolent and he ensures that those afflicted by grief of losing a loved one are under his careful eye. He chases the cold away from their homes and finishes the chores they cannot bring themselves to do. He wipes the tears that slip out during their wretched grief stricken sleep and he hides away a chest of Hazel's gold in the attic that he knows their father wouldn't mind.

He lets the freed soul wander for as long as they'd like. After all, time is now irrelevant for either of them. He allows them to hug their friends and family; he even sometimes induces the slight sensation of tangibility when he's feeling generous, because before he is a god, he is a king of ghosts. He helps them change their goodbye to see you soon. He is kind, they murmur, so kind, that it's easy to forget that he's even a god at all.

The last one, however, is a jurisdiction he takes utmost care in. Vengeance comes in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Sometimes, it leaves the recipient to live such a life that makes death appear sweet. In other cases, the recipient perishes, harshly and violently and quickly, and the wisher smiles with wicked satisfaction as they see the one who wrought their pain struggle to make peace with their horrific death.

It's justice either way. That's all that really matters to Nico.

But recently, there's been a special request and the god wonders why he hasn't done it before.

"When you kill him, take my form," the shade had insisted with darkened eyes, "so that I can take my rest knowing I could be part of his undoing."

And what a fascinating sight it was, Nico thought, to see the fear flood and fester in that cruel man's eyes. Centuries had passed since he had begun his work as a divine executioner, but retribution has never been so... delectable.

#nico di angelo #riordanverse #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #death mention #grief mention #murder mention

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westanovencleaner · 1 year ago

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how about a gaea that's spent the entire duration of hoo watching the demigods and plans around all of their tricks? how about a gaea that comes up with a seemingly unbeatable master plan? how about a gaea that forces annabeth to work out an even better yet risky plan? a plan that requires the sheer power of percy and jason, forcing them to own it instead of fear it? a plan that forces piper to swallow her feelings of inadequacy? a plan that forces frank to take charge, both literally and figuratively as his life is tied to a fucking stick? a plan that forces hazel to rise above her curse and past instead of simply using frank as flex tape on a leaking barrel?

and when all hope seems to be lost, there's still this one window. how about a plan that forces leo to do what needs to be done, and set him and gaea alight, powered by the anguish of causing the death of his mother? in fact, as he burns himself and gaea, he sees it as justice. as he burns himself and gaea, he thinks, sorry calypso, believing that he was destined to fail people. he is not revived.

his dying wish is for percy to remember calypso, and, unknowingly, he fulfills that wish. he takes annabeth along for the ride, and annabeth learns to forgive calypso for cursing her, finally growing from and out of her hubris. together, percy and annabeth realize that they don't need the gods' help to fix what's wrong in the world, and instead of overthrowing the gods out of their bitterness, they work to do what the gods clearly refuse to do. percy and annabeth say, "fine, we'll do it ourselves."

when jason hears that it has to be either him or piper, he still holds hope that leo may be alive. in fact, he and piper searched for a month before they gave up. when it's time, he still believes that piper has a chance of reuniting with leo. he believes that piper is the one who deserves to reunite with leo since all of his memories with him are fake. as he faces down caligula, and although he has an inkling of what's to come, all he can think about is that it's all for piper and leo: this is the best way.

after jason dies, piper is crushed. sure, she broke up with him, but he still meant a lot to her. all it takes is one motion, and the lost trio would've lived up to its name, but she can't bring herself to do it. she asks herself, would leo want this? would jason want this? she rebuilds herself, and it's a long and painful process, but afterward, she finally feels free. she earns her independence. she earns her strength, and afterward, she's able to ask, "what about me being a daughter of aphrodite, hmm?"

after reyna accepts her fate and joins the hunters and hazel ascends to praetorship, frank and hazel's story revives new rome. the unconfident and supposedly unmanly probatio and the daughter of pluto with a cursed past rose from the fifth cohort to new rome's highest office. if they could do it, then who was to say that the average new roman couldn't achieve anything? frank, hazel, and percy may have brought back the eagle on june 24th, 2010, but the true restoration of new rome's glory starts with the new praetors.

#pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #hoo #annabeth chase #percy jackson #jason grace #piper mclean #frank zhang #hazel levesque #leo valdez #calypso #gaea #reyna avila ramirez arellano #alternate ending #love it? hate it?

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patemi-pk · 3 months ago

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I regret the recent opportunity I missed to ask a question to Fabio Michelini about what I call the 90s revival era.

In the 1990s Michelini found himself at the helm of a sequence of unrelated stories, which functioned as revivals of important Topolino sagas, working with the original artists connected with those stories:

Topolino e la bella addormentata nel cosmo (Saga di Ghiaccio saga feat. Massimo De Vita);

Zio Paperone e il deposito gommoso (Little Gum saga feat. Giulio Chierchini);

Zio Paperone e la minaccia spaziale (OK Quack saga feat. Giorgio Cavazzano);

Paperinik e il ritorno a Villa Rosa (Classic Duck Avenger saga feat. Giovan Battista Carpi);

Pippo Halloween (Goofy & Hazel saga feat. Luciano Bottaro).

Two revivals feat. the original artists may be a coincidence, 5 in a decade seem like a project. Was it a project to boost the saga appeal of Topolino and reclaim those characters for a new generation of readers, providing engagement for the earlier readers? Was it an actual project or one story came off well, so other followed? Were these stories asked by the editorial direction he was tasked to pursue or they were his own ideas? How came he to be the 90s man of revivals?

#One day I will ask these questions #And if you think other stories belong to this category feel free to add them #the category being: revivals of Topolino sagas written by Michelini and drawn by the original artists

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thalias-amazing-brother · 5 months ago

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Born A Roman, Die A Roman.

Reborn A Roman.

[Credits to @daonedaonlyskh :). Thank you so much for making this <33]

↳ My name is Jason Grace. I am the Son of Jupiter and an Ex-Praetor of New Rome. I destroyed the Titan Krios with my bare hands. I don't know how old I am.

...

I barely lived to age 16.

Name: Jason Grace

Age: I don't know anymore. Ask Thalia (she knows more about me than I do).

Pronouns: He/They

Sexuality: ...I don't think I could ever comfortably say I have a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner, but I'd still like to be close with somebody like that. [Romance-Repulsed Aromantic who's still questioning his feelings on sex. Currently, they're not in favor of it.]

Godly Parent: Jupiter/Jove, King of the Roman Gods

Mortal Parent: Former TV-Star Beryl Grace

Patron Gods: Juno, Queen of The Roman Gods; Caelus, Primordial of the Sky

Powers: Aerokinesis, the Ability to Manipulate Air; Atmokinesis, the Ability to Manipulate Weather; Electrokinesis, the Ability to Control Electricity/Lightning; and Jupiter's Command, the Ability to Command the Godly Realm to Some Degree [Mod-Made Power that Jason should honestly actually have-].

Abilities: Superhuman Durability, Superhuman Strength, Superhuman Agility, Master Swordsmanship, and Master Polearmsmanship.

Dating: No, not currently. As far as I am aware...

My Heacanons This Blog Will Semi-Follow:

↳ General Headcanons

↳ Pre-The Lost Hero Headcanons

↳ Fake-Memories Headcanons

↳ Death & Revival Of Jason Grace Headcanons

My Friends <3:

My Big Sister, Thalia Grace -> @jasons-amazing-sister

My Cousin, Nico di Angelo -> @king-of-the-ghosts

My Favorite Cousin, Hazel Levesque -> @gemstonequeen

My Fire Hazard, Leo Valdez -> @fire-boy-official

My Escape, Piper McLean -> @miss-beauty-queen and @tis-i-piper-mclean (because of course she made two accounts. I expect nothing less of her.)

My Council, Annabeth Chase -> @wise-girltm

My "Bro," Percy Jackson -> @totally-percy-jackson

My Legacy, Frank Zhang -> @iguanaurwayoutofhandcuffs

My Brother, Apollo [Turned Lester] -> @ex-god-apollo

My Tags:

↳ I Talk To My Muses -> Jason Interacting With Literally Anyone [Since I Headcanon Him & His New Personality To Be A Mix-Match Mosaic of Anyone And Everything He's Ever Loved. And Also He's Planning To Be A History Professor]

↳ Hello? This Is Your Mod [Are You Coming Home?] -> Me, The Moderator/Creator of This Account Doing Literally Anything Outside of RPing Jason :). Inspired By The Song

Currently Playing: Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin

About The Mod: I am a minor and surrounded by fellow minors. Any attempts to make this space ✨non-minor friendly✨ will be viciously berated and blocked :(. This also goes from me to the people that follow and interact with this blog: if I am being inappropriate, call me out, or if you deem it necessary, block me. If I am being the ass you think I am, I deserve to be blocked whether or not my feelings on being blocked are good or not. I deserve it as much as the people around me deserve it.

Also, this blog is run by @sleepdeprivationbutitsvaruna, who also RPs as @armored-atlantean-captain and @that-centurion-named-brad, which are both OC blogs containing Teuta Celeste, Daughter of Neptune who was brought away from Camp Jupiter and subsequently both wars to fight his father's War against Oceanus. The latter account is an OC that I deemed Jason's first and former Centurion who accompanied him on his first quest but unfortunately died slaying the Chimera, who--along with Echidna--Jason was forced to hunt (dangerous game you're playing there, Zeus /hj).

And, finally, I will evoke some--but not a lot--of Roman Mythology and Greek Mythology Lore. This is not at all meant to be educational unless there is a /info behind it and the post is tagged with my--the Moderator--tag. I do enjoy, hyperfixate, and study it, but my place on this earth is not to teach it. Please look up the facts on your own time and if you want to start, I suggest starting with any mentioned name /gen, but I can also give you better resources and facts to start out with.

[I also do not remember jack about the books, so... we're gonna see how this goes. Vibes only :)]

#i talk to my muses #hello? this is your mod (are you coming home?)#rp: jason grace #pjo roleplay #pjo rp #the burning maze spoilers #trials of apollo spoilers

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heartofspells · 1 year ago

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Saturday Snippet

Thank you for the tag, my darling @pinklume!

I have been tap, tap, tapping away almost all day, trying to gain some traction of the Prongsfoot Epic (not an epic) and it's going like gangbusters! Here, have this bit!

For the first time since he'd returned home nearly a month ago, Sirius realizes as he steps into his flat that this is the first day he hasn't spent with James tickling at some part of his mind the entire time. He'd forgotten, if only temporarily; forgotten the previous night, forgotten the claiming pull the other has always seemingly had over him, forgotten stupid, false promises made too long ago to be a factor now but still somehow are, something he hadn't thought possible after how he'd felt this morning. And feels a little guilty about that, because if there's one person he couldn't ever tolerate forgetting, it's James, always so very important to him in a plethora of ways, but it had felt nice, that brief reprieve.

So, of course it can't last, all of it crashing back over him when he walks deeper into his home and finds James draped in what's become his customary armchair. He grins at Sirius, hazel eyes sweeping over him, like he's searching for signs of something, delving deep, a bloodhound caught by an enchanting scent. His mouth pulls oddly at one corner, gaze going darker behind his glasses before it all fades away as though it hadn't existed to begin with.

"Where've you been?" he demands, though his tone is laced with boredom as those same eyes flicker down to inspect his nails. "I've been waiting on you for ages."

"That's your own fault. It's barely gone half seven," clips out Sirius in a pinched voice. "You said eight. You're early. Why the fuck are you this early?"

James' bottom lip sticks out dramatically. "I missed you," he says plainly, dragging his thumbnail beneath another to clear it of gathered dirt. He looks up suddenly, motions pausing. "Have you been out all day?" he asks suspiciously.

"Most of it. What's it matter? Again, you said eight. I'm here, I'm back, plenty of time to spare. Please don't get your antlers into a knotted mess just because you're an impatient knob."

"You're the impatient one," mutters James.

"Not as much as you are with me," mumbles Sirius under his breath, James not hearing him.

"Whatever," continues James, sounding far too much like his son as he hauls himself up from the chair. "I'm bored, I've been here forever. Let's go. I'm taking you to a new pub. I think you'll like it."

Sirius blanches. "Can you give me a bit to revive myself before you drag me back out again?"

"Why?" launches James accusingly, eyes narrowing once more as he moves towards Sirius, leaning in close, like he'll be able to see something incriminating on him better that way. "Need a good shower to wash off the evidence of the day or something?"

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Tongue tracking along the inside of his mouth, James leans back a bit, arms crossing loosely over his chest, a smirk forming slowly, Sirius watching him with a furrowed brow.

"Means you're a slag," he states calmly, like there's nothing closer to the truth, and Sirius sputters, gapes, rage flaring through him.

"Fuck you, Potter," he spits. "I'll punch your nose off your fucking face. You'll have to tie bits of sting to your hair to hold those glasses up from now on."

Snorting, James rolls his eyes. "What the hell happened to you? You're so sensitive. I used to call you a slag daily and it never bothered you. What, have you had one too many dicks and it's scrambled the humorous part of your brain or something?"

Sirius opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, words stuck hard inside his throat. He swallows, swallows down the retort that when James had said that so freely years ago, it hadn't mattered because they both knew what it really meant and who Sirius was reserved for unquestionably.

"I just…wanna wash my face. Take a fucking slash in my own loo before I'm thrust on the world of heinous public toilets again," he mumbles, turning away from James, feet carrying him towards the door of the room.

"Sirius," calls James, voice sharp and halting Sirius automatically no matter how hard he tries to resist. When Sirius glances over his shoulder after James remains quiet, he finds his friend staring at him, his frown pulling deeply over his brows, eyes searching. "I didn't mean it, mate," he says, the closest Sirius will ever get to an apology.

Mouth pulling into a thin line of itself, Sirius is slow to respond. "Yeah," he grunts, shoulders stiffening. "'Cept you sort of did, didn't you?" Sirius leaves the room without another word, James' gaze following him but not his body, allowing Sirius the freedom of escape, if only for a few minutes.

No pressure tagging: @tracingpatternswrites, @beautitudes (if not a snippet, you KNOW i'll take something else, hint hint), @theresthesnitch

#prongsfoot epic #(not an epic)#prongsfoot #sirius black #james potter #snippet #(i REALLY need a title guys)#they love each other i swear they do #pay no attention to the fact that almost every scene i've written with them involves some sort of spat/argument/physical violence #physical fighting is a love language #(their love language shh)#my writing #holli writes #it's going to be fine

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everyone saying yikes at the merch thing,, I do have to wonder if those shops would have closed anyways tho?? Like I don’t see hazel or Carrie or sav really wanting to have a merch shop anymore bc they’re doing other things…. Unless I’m super out the loop I don’t know the beef!!!

who everyone? (haven't seen anything for a long time) they've been trying to close a lot of shops since spring 2023 it seems. so i'm not surprised they finally did. all 3 of the girlies are selling mostly books now if i'm not mistaken. although Sav has merch on her website. who i didn't expect to disappear from irl merch was lilsimsie. now she has her own shop. Dean Dobbs also didn't choose to stop working with them, it came from irl. they wanted to scale back. and time-wise it matched with Sarah and Ryann leaving the company after Dan's tour.

now irl merch has only the most profitable shops. a lot of UK shops stopped shipping to the EU after brexit, and it looked like irl didn't even want to try to solve that problem (like they did for dnp's shops). if there weren't that many non-UK orders and the shops weren't profitable enough then i understand not wanting to spend time and money on logistics that wouldn't pay off. (Dean, Carrie and Hazel stopped shipping to the EU. Sav had it available 100%, lilsimsie — i'm not sure, but i think she also had).

if they (Martyn) doesn't want to hire more people then closing non-profitable shops makes sense. after October 2023 irl merch can't even manage dnp's merch drops. their costumer service sucks ass, no one is managing their social media, they have problems with the availability of the shipping of wad merch and the logistics related to wad merch in general. like, who is responsible for gathering merch items from "all over the world"? they had more than 9 months for that. i'd understand it being a huge ass problem only if there was no one who had time and/or knowledge of how to do that. and i'd bet my ass, if Sarah were still working for irl we wouldn't have this problem. and i say "we" because we're unfortunately affected by all of this. Dan said a lot of words that didn't really make sense and that can potentially be contradicted by what we will see today.

you know how it looks from our perspective? irl merch wasn't ready for dnpg's comeback. Dan and Phil's own company wasn't ready for their comeback and the revival of wad. hilarious, if you ask me.

idk how it went from Sav, Hazel, Carrie, Dean and others to irl merch's problems, but here you go.

#also Lucy's case is very interesting #i wish i knew more about it to actually run my mouth #but it's funny that irl merch was so ready to scale back and close the majority of the shops..#that they forgot that they would need people to maintain dnpshop with thousands of orders and hundreds of questions #and with allegedly one manager it's fucking impossible. so i'm not surprised at how things are going #answered #irl merch #sarah

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planet-crait · 1 month ago

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Pattys Possum Party Playground is next!

Winns excitement is so cute I love it. I get the vibe this is kind of making fun of places like Chuck E Cheese as shows love doing these days. Gotta admit though the possum thing is making me think of Lester’s Possum Park (if you understand the reference please be friends with me).

Those tunnels would be absolute hell to clean I promise I once worked at a fast food place with a play area with tunnels and. It was pure hell just trust me on this one. Why would anyone play that claw machine if everyone knows it’s rigged.

Wait why broccoli? Why would that taste good with the other stuff in it?

Ah here we go Timmy model is back. They really like using that model for some reason. I uh how did Cosmo LOSE HIS LEGS??? I have so many questions. I swear they act less like humans every episode we see them as humans and I just don’t get it.

Winn you are so cute your excitement is adorable but kiddo. Like all but one animatronic is just not there. The signs are hilarious though. I’m surprised the show went on despite them all being MIA. I hope we don’t get FNAF shenanigans here I will die. In a bad way. Of fear. Those things creep me the fuck out.

Even the turtle is gone noooo they would have been my fave. Aww poor Winn the nostalgia goggles have fallen off. Lowkey though? It is devastating to return to a place you once adored and find it’s just. Not the same as it was when you were a kid and all the magic is gone because of greed. A terrible feeling and even worse seeing a ten year old dealing with it.

Yeah uh Hazel has a point their guys shrinking isn’t playing fair but if they’re riggged can you play fair? Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. I’m afraid yall. Nothings happened yet but brining an animatronic to life is a VERY BAD IDEA.

Why is Winn thanking Hazel? How do they know she was involved? COSMO AND WANDA LOST THEIR WANDS??? Oh no. They’re all dead. This is a kids show but they’re so dead.

Aww I think only Dev isn’t there, I thought he and Hazel made up. That makes me sad. Winn is having a great time though. I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. Also just realized this wish was in the intro lolz. Wait wait uhhhh why would the claw machine closing make them close the shop early?

Ah there it is. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no.

Possum food again???? Uhh how? Cosmo??? I have questions so many questions. Also funny that she doesn’t care about Cosmo and Wanda.

Guys that’s not a very good hiding spot. Oh the tunnels are maybe better lolz but not much. Oh Hazels dad is so funny with how much he’s panicking over being thirty seconds late.

I don’t why but then hiding in the tunnels is giving me Bendy and The Dark Revival vibes and I cannot explain why besides vibes. (Bendy is different from FNAF don’t ask why just. Don’t I can’t explain it).

How does she fit in the tunnels? Adults can’t normally fit in them lolZ. Guys maybe stop talking you’ll reveal where you’re hiding. See having Dev would help cuz Peri could wish this away. Unless his parents took his wand to get their wands back lolz.

Wait talking fixed things? Really? Okay then. I mean it’s all good stuff like friends can be apart and still be friends so not a bad lesson. But uh she got over her abandonment issues fast. Hazel. Maybe you should still unwish this wish just for giggles maybe?

Oh I don’t like that ending at all. This Timmy is very very dead I feel.

Overall a fine episode I guess? I feel so bad for Dev though and I know things will only get worse for the poor kid. Give the poor kid friends dang it!

#fop #fop a new wish #fairly oddparents #fairly odd parents a new wish #review #live reaction

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rainbowbobatea · 2 months ago

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Every Step ✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮

After an unexpected revival of the Magic Mike franchise, you find yourself in a one-on-one audition with Channing Tatum himself...

"Don't fuck this up."

Those were the words her casting director told Mish, once he'd given her the latest audition that could make or break her dancing career:

The latest Magic Mike movie.

Everyone in hollywood thought the trilogy was a wrap, the storyline concluded. But, surprisingly, the movies had gone viral again due to popular edits on social media, sparking directors to write one more movie. Which also sparked hundreds of auditions…

Mish, included.

“I’m here!”

She bursts through the studio doors, her heart pounding in her chest. She's out of breath, cursing under her breath about the tardy Uber driver who nearly cost her this golden opportunity. That fucker not only showed up late, but got lost and wouldn’t let her out until she gave him a big tip.

Not an ideal way to start her morning.

“Hello? Is anyone here?” Her eyes dart around the room, expecting to see a panel of stern-faced judges ready to critique her every move. But instead, she's met with an empty studio save for one person - Channing Tatum himself.

…what?

"Sup, name's Channing," he says casually, as if they're meeting at a coffee shop and not for what could be the most important audition of Mish's life.

Mish blinks, caught off guard by the unexpected scenario. "Um, hi," she manages, still trying to catch her breath. "I'm Mish. Where's the rest of the casting crew?"

Channing shrugs nonchalantly, his muscular shoulders rising and falling beneath his fitted t-shirt. "I wanted to keep it personal. You know, none of that BS.”

“Oh, right…right.”

Mish's eyebrows shoot up, her mind racing with questions. Is this some kind of joke? A test? She glances around the studio again, half-expecting hidden cameras or the real casting crew to jump out from behind the mirrors.

None come.

"Personal?" she echoes, her voice a mix of confusion and intrigue.

Channing nods, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Yeah, I like to get a feel for the dancers one-on-one. It's more... authentic that way."

Mish shifts her weight from one foot to the other, suddenly aware of how her dance outfit clings to her curves. She'd chosen it carefully, wanting to look professional, yet alluring.

But now, under Channing's steady gaze, she feels both empowered…and exposed.

"So, uh, how does this work?" Mish asks, trying to regain her composure. She's determined not to let this unexpected twist throw her off her game. "Do I just... start dancing?"

Channing chuckles, the sound low and warm. "Basically."

"Alright, Imma warm up now then."

Mish begins to stretch, her movements deliberate and graceful. She touches her toes, her hamstrings crying out in relief after being cramped in the backseat of the Uber. Utter relief. She bends into a pretzel shape, her palms pressing together in a prayer position over her head.

Meanwhile, Channing leans against the wall, arms crossed casually over his chest as he watches her. There's an unreadable expression on his face, but his hazel green eyes never leave Mish…

She blinks, suddenly feels his eyes on her.

She glances at him, watching him take in every curve and flex of her body. A drop of sweat trickled between her shoulder blades, the cool air of the studio doing little to bring down her rapid heart beat.

"…You're flexible," Channing finally spoke, his voice breaking the awkward silence.

"Thanks," she replied, feeling a slight flutter in her stomach.

Channing nods, his gaze still fixed on Mish's body. "That's good," he murmured, taking a step forward. "Go on, show me more." He bends to her level.

Mish felt a shiver run down her spine.

"Can you do the splits?" Channing asks.

Mish takes a deep breath, steadying herself. With fluid grace, she lowers herself into a perfect split, her legs extending in opposite directions.

Channing's eyes widen slightly, nodding. "Nice, 'cause we're gonna be doing alotta crazy shit, ya know."

Mish rises smoothly, brushing off her hands. "Right,"

Now warmed up, Channing's demeanor shifts. His casual stance transforms into something more focused, more intense. He steps closer to Mish, his presence filling her senses.

"Chemistry is everything," he explains. "So I need you to follow my lead on a dance routine. 'Kay?"

Mish nods, her heart rate picking up. This is it, she thinks.

The real test.

Channing moves to the center of the room, gesturing for Mish to join him. He reaches out, placing a hand on her waist, and Mish feels a jolt of electricity at his touch.

"Ready?" he asks, his eyes locked on hers.

"Been ready."

The room becomes electric as they start moving. There's no music playing, but they don't need it. Their bodies create their own rhythm, a silent melody of movement and steps. He grips her waist, raising an eyebrow.

"You're keeping up well," Channing says, impressed.

"Think I swung by to waste ya time?” Mish says, hitting another move.

Channing paused, brows raised at her comeback. His surprise melts into an amused grin. “Nah, not at all.”

“Good, then stop wasting my time and let’s keep dancing.”

Channing starts going at a faster pace; the proximity is intoxicating. Mish can feel the heat radiating from Channing's body, smell the faint scent of his cologne. His hand on her waist burns through the thin fabric of her dance outfit, guiding her with gentle pressure.

As they move, Mish realizes that his touches linger longer, becoming more… deliberate?

His fingers trail down Mish's arm as she spins away from him, only to pull her back in closer than before. Their faces are inches apart, breaths mingling in the charged space between them.

"Alright, now you go that way," Channing says.

As Mish spun away from Channing, she felt his hand slide down her hip, his fingertips brushing the curve of her ass. She bit her lip. She knew this audition wasn't just about her dancing skills, but she hadn't expected it to be so...so…

"You're doing great, Mish," Channing murmured, his lips brushing her ear.

Mish nods, unable to trust her voice.

She felt her breath catch in her throat as Channing shifted his body against hers, their hips starting to move in a slow, sensuous rhythm. She matched Channing's grind with her own, her hips rolling in a fluid motion that came naturally to her.

"You feel that?" he murmured.

"Yeah, I do,” she admits.

As the dance progressed, Mish became more daring. Mish pressed her body against Channing's firm body, feeling the hard planes of his chest and the gentle sway of his hips.

“Oh?”

A slow smile spread across his face as he realized Mish wasn't just following his lead anymore; she was adding her own flair, challenging him.

Channing's strong arms hold of her hips, his green eyes sparkling as he whispered in her ear. "Let go, Mish." His breath tickled her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine. "Show me all what you got…”

A sudden shift in the air.

In that moment, Mish feels a surge of power. With a swift move, Mish pushes Channing down. Her confidence radiates as she positions herself above him, her legs straddling his narrow waist. The audition has become something much more intense, and Mish is determined to show Channing that she's not just some dancer—she's a force to be reckoned with.

A slow, mischievous grin spreads across Channing's face. He suddenly feels like he's the one being auditioned, and he's curious to see where Mish will take this.

She starts with a subtle grind, her hips moving in a slow, tantalizing rhythm. Her dark skin glistens with a subtle sheen of sweat, making the fabric of her dancewear cling to her body in all the right ways. She leans forward, her arms on either side of Channing, caging him in with her toned dancer's body.

Channing's eyes widen.

He's seen a lot of auditions, but this... this is something else.

“Alright, you’re good at this," he admits, his voice a mix of surprise.

Mish's only response is a sultry smile. Her hands glide down Channing's chest, her fingertips sending sparks of electricity through his body. She leans down, her lips brushing his ear, and whispers, "Am I?"

No answer.

Instead, Channing abruptly turns Mish over. Their positions are reversed, and now he’s on top. He leans into the grind, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that mirrors hers. Their bodies move together in a dance that has nothing to do with choreography and everything to do with raw, unrestrained emotions…

Mish's heart is pounding so hard, she's surprised the room can't hear it. A voice in her head screams that she's crossing a line and should stop, but—

Channing's hands slide down Mish's hips, pulling her even closer. Their chests press together, and he can feel her heart pounding wildly beneath her skin.

As if reading her mind, Channing quietly murmurs, "…I've wanted this since you walked into the room."

Mish's eyes widen at his bold confession. "Is that so?"

Channing smirks, his thumb grazing the sensitive skin of Mish's inner thigh. "Yeah."

"Prove it to me, then," she challenges.

Mish suddenly rolls them over once more, so that she's on top. She straddles his waist, feeling his arousal pressing against her. Her hands slide up his chest, her eyes never leaving his as she grinds against his firm member.

Channing lets out a low groan, his head falling back as Mish takes control. "Fucking hell..."

His head falls back, and he flips her around, taking control again.

With purposeful slowness, Channing below begins to grind against her. Her hips swivel in a rhythm that speaks of years of dance training.

Suddenly, his eyes darken with a mix of desire and something more... possessive. With a sudden urgency, he grips the hem of Mish's sports bra and yanks it up, exposing her stomach.

“Wha-“

Mish gasps. She knows they've crossed a line, but it's too late—and frankly, she doesn't want to stop.

Not now.

Not ever.

Channing's eyes roam over the newly revealed skin, taking in the smooth, dark complexion. With a low growl, he pulls her closer, his lips claiming hers as he tears her out of her leggings too.

His breath comes in short, ragged gasps as their lips move in sync, tasting, exploring.

Her fingers find the hem of Channing's shirt and tug it upward, urging him to remove it. He obliges, breaking the kiss momentarily to pull the shirt off and toss it aside.

“There. Much better.”

Channing's hands slide down Mish's back, cupping her firm ass and pulling her against him. She wraps her legs around his abs, pulling him impossibly closer. Her slickness coats his hardness as they move against each other, the friction sparking a fire in their veins.

“Come here,” he growls.

Channing grabs Mish by the waist, lifting her onto the table, turning her around so her back is to him, her legs straddle his waist.

“I’m here,” she snaps back at him.

Mish arches her back, pressing her ass against Channing's hardness, inviting him to take her. He obliges with a sharp thrust, causing her to gasp and her fingers to dig into the table. Her breath comes in short, quick pants as he begins to move, his hips slamming against hers with each powerful stroke.

The table shakes with each of his thrusts, knocking over a water bottle. Mish grips the edge, her knuckles white, her nails leaving tiny scratches against the surface.

“H-harder!" She demands.

His hands grip her hips, guiding her movements, her breathy moans spurring him on.

"Fuck, Mish..." Channing grunts, his abs contracting with each powerful thrust.

Mish's eyes roll back. She bites her lip, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, leaving a coating of sweat across her brown skin.

“Oh, shit, Channing..."

No more footsteps. The only sounds are their labored breathing and the harsh grunts that escape their mouths. The room echoes with the rhythm of their bodies, a raw, primitive dance that needs no choreography.

Channing's eyes fixate on Mish, on the graceful slope of her spine, and he feels a surge of possessiveness. This woman—no, he thinks, this goddess—is driving him wild, and he wants more.

Much more.

"Mine," he pants, his voice hoarse with desire. "Damnih, you’re...all mine."

"Oh, Channing! Ri—" Mish screams, then bites her hand to stifle her loud cry as the climax crashes over her. Her body shakes uncontrollably, her inner walls convulsing around him.

Channing groans at the feel of her release, his own climax building to an unbearable pitch.

With a final, deep thrust, he reaches his peak, his body shuddering as he spills into her. "Fuck, Mish..." He growls, his voice ragged with pleasure.

Channing's forehead rests against Mish's damp back, his arms wrapped possessively around her waist. She feels his weight against her, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

"I think…you got the role."

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