#atomic picnic

[hellman55]

ATOMIC PICNIC Gameplay Walkthrough No Commentary PC

[theindieinformer]

Atomic Picnic Preview: Snacking And Packing

Developer BitCake Studio • Publisher Mad Mushroom • Release November 7 (EA) • Platforms PC Death quickly becomes an old friend in Atomic Picnic. I’ve been blown up, gunned down, and kicked back to the starting hub more times than I care to admit. But despite the rough edges that accompany an Early Access launch, this roguelike shooter has something going for it because I keep queuing up for��

[linuxgamenews]

Early Access to Atomic Picnic Co-op Shooter Coming 2024

Atomic Picnic co-op roguelike shooter game holds hope for Linux and Steam Deck support with Windows PC. Developer BitCake Studio has provided more details for this thrilling adventure. Due to make its way onto Steam Early Access in 2024. Atomic Picnic is a brand-new co-op roguelike shooter adventure that's catching attention. It's published by I Mad Mushroom, a group famous for being part of the OTK Network. Now, they're stepping into the world of adventures developed by BitCake Studio from Brazil. So, here's the plan for support going forward.

Regarding Linux support, some players are enjoying Atomic Picnic on Steam Deck.

The developers have shared in their email response that they are currently focusing on early development using Unity 3D and are holding off work on porting to different operating systems and platforms. Although they haven't committed to a native port just yet, they've indicated that support for the Steam Deck is already underway via Proton.

Atomic Picnic - OTK VGA Trailer

So, let's dive into what makes Atomic Picnic stand out. It all takes place a world where things have gone a bit wrong due to people getting too greedy. This has led to a universe full of monsters. You and up to three friends, known as "Loners," team up for missions called "Picnics." These aren't your average picnics, though. Since you'll face waves of monsters, collect unique items, and upgrade your abilities. Every mission is different, making each one a new and unique game.

Here are some features:

Fast-Paced Movement: You'll be zooming through levels, dodging and weaving at high speeds. Atomic Picnic is all about moving smartly and quickly.

Powerful Upgrades: As you play, you get stronger, unlocking new skills and weapon upgrades. You'll also find the best combinations to beat the endless horde of enemies.

Huge Boss Battles: Big challenges await! You and your friends will need to work together to defeat massive monsters.

Fun With Friends: The Atomic Picnic adventure is designed for playing with friends. You'll create unforgettable moments as you team up to overcome chaos.

Colorful yet Dark World: Although the world is bright and vibrant, there's a darker story underneath. You'll explore these dangerous lands for rewards and glory.

Atomic Picnic co-op roguelike shooter game combines action, strategy, and teamwork. It's about teaming up, getting stronger, and tackling huge challenges. Get ready for an adventure where each journey is unique and filled with excitement! Due to be available in Spring 2024 on Steam Early Access. Due to be playable on Linux, Steam Deck, and Windows PC.

[faline-cat444]

Everything else is either to show between tomorrow through Friday or my thoughts on their street release were premature

[stsgluver]

synopsis. your husband still ignores the side effects of his cursed technique just so he can get a glimpse of you.

wc. 1.2k

gojo satoru was born with six eyes — a special cursed technique that allowed for an extremely precise manipulation of cursed energy, down to an atomic level. it also blessed him with a beautiful pair of ocean blue eyes that were practically glowing. you’d never seen eyes so pretty.

the drawback to this gift? the skull-splitting migraines that came with the excessive information constantly being processed by his darting eyes.

as a child, the pain was manageable. gojo didn’t have much of a hold on the technique so his weaker state meant that the migraines were subdued as less information was being absorbed. however, as he grew older and more powerful, he would find himself bed ridden for at least twenty four hours if he did not take some sort of measure to protect his eyes.

his go to method was the sunglasses, almost 100% tinted — no other person would be able to clearly see out of them, if they could see anything at all. his sight, on the other hand, so impressive that he could distinguish people and the objects around them through the levels of cursed energy radiated.

still, accidents happened. whether it be him breaking his glasses, or forgetting them as young children do, he quickly learned the drawbacks to his technique. no normal medicine could relieve the pain and no sorcerer was strong enough to either.

gojo satoru met you at fifteen years old on his first day at tokyo jujutsu high. you wore a uniform similar to shoko's but your skirt was closer to the floor than it was to your thigh. your hair was longer than most female sorcerers and tied into a plait that hung against your back. in all honesty, you appeared quite plain to him. nothing particularly stood out. not even your cursed energy was particularly strong.

but you were gorgeous. completely and utterly gorgeous. his glasses slipped slightly down his nose as he analysed you from afar and it wasn't till a slap on the shoulder from geto that he snapped out of it.

within six months of knowing one another, the two of you were dating. you picked up on his habit to forgo his glasses around you pretty quickly and you definitely didn't miss the increasing amount of discomfort that would cause him.

"why do you do that?" you asked him one time.

the two of you were on a date in the park. a picnic blanket had been laid out and satoru had bought basically every single pastry and sweet at the bakery next to the park. you'd barely managed to make it through half till the both of you had given up and opted for cloud watching, giggling as he joked that one cloud in particularly looked very similar to nanami's 'emo' haircut.

satoru turned to his side to look at you questioningly, his head resting on his hand, "do what?"

"take off your glasses," you gestured to the folded pair of black glasses by his head. "i don't have to be a doctor to realise that you're in a lot of pain right now." the longer you lay there, the less satoru was actually looking up at the sky, instead just listening to you as you pointed out shapes and animals.

you knew the toll six eyes could take on his body.

he kept his eyes screwed shut when he wasn't looking at you to ease the the pain from the intense light that was too overpowering for his splitting headache. he winced when a kid screamed too loudly or ran too close and his fingers would push against the sides of his head frustratedly. as if he thought hard enough, the pain would just go away.

his lips tilted up into a lopsided grin, "but i see you."

you twisted so that your body was parallel to his. there was a faint blush on your cheeks now but you didn't look away from his eyes. how could you? "you always see me."

"not with those stupid glasses," satoru frowned, and you think it was the most serious you had seen him since you met. "seeing you and seeing your energy are two very different things."

"you're hurting yourself," you pointed out, placing one of your hands onto his cheek to gently stroke your thumb against his skin. his shoulders relaxed slightly and he leant into your touch like it was magic. like you were some drug that numbed the pain, replacing it with a special serotonin only you could give him.

"worth it." satoru kissed your palm.

that was his only response. worth it. and he stuck to it even a decade later.

"old habits die hard, i guess," satoru tried to laugh at his poorly made joke, but only a few shakey breaths came out. you'd been home thirty minutes and he'd already been sick twice. he'd curled himself up in your shared bed not long after the second time and that was where he was when you began scolding him for his carelessness.

"you are twenty eight," you rant exasperatedly, juxtaposing your voice that is no louder than a gentle whisper, "you have three first years to be looking after right now, but no, someone wanted to go out for dinner and someone didn't want to wear their glasses, and someone-"

satoru's much larger hand squeezed yours, "don't be cruel. i do this for you, my love." his blindfold was now on (you had made him put it on as soon as you had gotten home) but you know him well enough to know he was staring up at you with those lovesick eyes that made you weak at the knees.

"i just worry," your tone eased. you had no issue looking after your husband, you never had. it wasn't his fault that he got the migraines per se. yes, he could definitely be doing more to mitigate the severity, but he was stubborn. that had never changed. "i've seen you fight special grades. i hate seeing a stupid headache hurt you so much."

"lay with me."

"you're sweaty and sick." you scrunched up your nose, eyes flicking to the en suite you'd just cleaned and back to the cold flannel on his forehead as his body temperature fluctuated.

he shook his head, placing his index finger over his lips. "shhh, i'm passed that stage. pretty please? i need you."

gojo satoru was irresponsible at the best of times. he'd been raised to believe he was invincible and had been spoiled to always get what he had wanted. there was no telling him what to do when he'd already decided an hour ago exactly what he wanted to do.

but there was something about being needed by gojo satoru. you could never say no to him. so whether it be due to his own decision to stare into the eyes of his wife during a romantic night out, or an extensive fight against a cursed spirit, you would always be there to clean up and make sure he was wrapped up in bed all cosy.

and you would always lift up the covers and climb in once there was no more that you could do but simply act as a pillow for your husband as he tried to sleep off the throbbing pain.

a/n. um so my previous post on this topic blew up and i’m so so grateful so i thought i’d expand a little on this hc for anyone that was interested. rambled a bit towards the end but i hope you still like it!! love you lots xxx

[sarathrwizard]

7 Day Camp Stay. Day: 1

okay, so this is part 2! (I know, this is confusing. Day 1 part 2, huuuuhhhh????)

Again, souly based on my camping trip. Most I changed was I turned into Donnie and minimizing 10 people onto 4.

Still wish I could be making some of this stuff up, but it was what it was. And it was still a good trip all in all. :)

Hope you enjoy Day: 1! (under the cut.)

7 Day Camp Stay

Day: 1

Three times he had woken up last night. But this time the sun was up. Donnie checked his phone for the clock. It was already 10:15. Donnie groaned. It was too cold to get up. He had his sleeping bag all nice a cozy! But what was the point in sleeping away the entire day? He reluctantly got out of his sleeping bag and quickly threw on his coat.

He unzipped the door and stumbled out of the tent. It was sunny, if anything. But the wind was atrocious! It was making the tent go haywire! He looked over and saw the others have had their breakfast. He walked over and stood next to the fire pit.

"I didn't start you any eggs cause you were still sleeping. You know, they would have gotten cold!"

Mikey waved his toungs around. Picking at the charcoal pieces that were still glowing red.

"I can start you some now if you'd like!"

Donnie looked at Mikey, then looked at the coals. The fire was completely out and he didn't want Mikey to have to build another fire just to cook a couple of eggs.

"No, no. It's okay. I'll have something else."

Donnie said as he walked over to the picnic table. He grabbed a couple pieces of bread and put a slice of cheese in between. It looked stupid, but it was a cheese sandwich none the less. Just not grilled. About an hour after having his breakfast, the others were starting lunch. Good-old turkey sandwiches! Without avocado this time.

"Hey, Donnie! Are you hungry?"

"No."

"Okay, we'll pack your sandwich away for later then!"

Donnie ran his finger through the dirt. He felt like he was missing something. Something he forgot to bring. No, it wasn't his lab. It wasn't even technology related. But he was missing it.

Throughout the day, Leo and Mikey were also finding that they had forgotten things they wish they brought along.

"Okay, okay! Fine!"

Raph flung his hands into the air and stood up from his camping chair.

"I can swing by the lair and grab some things for yall, okay? Now, what was it ya wanted?"

Mikey and Leo told him the various items. Raph knew he wouldn't remember all that so he had them write it down. Donnie was still sitting in the grass. Pulling out the grass blade by blade.

"Donnie, was there anything you wanted while I'm back at the lair getting these two guys their stuff?"

Raph knew it was a dangerous question, asking if Donnie wanted anything from home. He could ask for his entire lab, and Raph would have to tell him no. But Donnie seamed oddly quite. He nodded his head.

"Okay? Can you tell me?"

Donnie lifted his eyes to looked at Raph and shook his head.

"Okay then. I'll just bring you back with me so you can grab it yourself! Sound good?"

Donnie stood up and seamed like he was ready to go. So raph took Donnie back in the Taxi rocket to the lair with him. Raph had finished gathering the stuff on the list and went to find Donnie.

"Yo, Donnie! I'm done! Are you ready to go?"

Donnie came out of his room holding something small in his hands.

"Is that it?"

Raph asked because he was surprised Donnie didn't have a truckload of tech in his arms. Donnie nodded.

"... What is it?"

Donnie slowly opened his hands to reveal an Atomic Las action figure. It was silly that something so small and so simple felt like a lot more when you didn't have it near you. Raph chuckled slightly.

"That's all you want?"

Raph asked with a smile.

"Yeah."

"Okay, let's get this stuff over to the campsite!"

Soon they arrived back at camp where Mikey was already starting the fire to make dinner.

"Back so soon I see?"

"Yup! Here Leo, I gotcha your comic books."

"Thanks!"

"What are you making, Mikey?"

"Walking tacos! It's where you take a small bag of chips-"

Mikey proceeded to demonstrate.

"Put some ground beef in it. Put some cheese, lettuce, sour cream, guacamole-"

There was that avocado again. Something about 'guacamole' didn't sound very appatizing that day.

"Close the bag, mix it up, aaaand done! For you, Donnie!"

Donnie took the bag and peaked inside. It looked like a jumbled mess. But I mean, it smelled good! And he was kind of hungry sense he didn't actually eat that extra sandwich they made him. He took his food over to the picnic table and ate there. Mikey proceeded to serve everyone else too.

After they were done eating, Donnie picked up a bar of soap and was about to walk to the restrooms himself, until everyone else decided they had to go as well. So they all walked over to the restrooms. This wasn't so bad. It felt safer knowing his brothers were right there by his side. Mikey, being a typical younger brother, ran to the restroom. Either he was blowing off excess energy, or he really had to go that bad. That was a question only Mikey could answer.

Four entered the restrooms, but only three appeared to have come out. Raph and Leo were chittering there heads off. Donnie looked around and noticed Mikey was not with them.

"Where's Mikey?"

"Probably still in the bathroom."

Leo foulded his hands behind his head. Donnie stopped and turned around to confirm this probability. Opening the door, he peaked inside to see if he was washing his hands. Nope.

"Mikey? You still in here?"

...No answer. Donnie walked in and peaked under the stall doors to see if his feet were anywhere. Empty. Mikey was not in the restroom. He went back outside and checked around the restrooms. He wasn't there either. He quickly made his way back to the camp. Just when he was about to tell the others that he couldn't find Mikey, he found him snuggled up in an orange sleeping bag.

"Oh... Hi Dee! What's up?"

"I could have sworn you had went to the restrooms with us!"

"Oh, I did!"

"...Then how come I didn't see you exit?"

"Cause I was done before you even left the stall."

"Oh, Oh.. okay, I understand now. Sorry to bother you."

Donnie exited Raph and Mikeys tent and walked over to his he shared with Leo. Speaking of which, Leo was already in his sleeping bag and sound asleep! Guess it doesn't take much to run his energy battery down. Donnie quietly crawled into the tent and wiggled into his sleeping bag. The temperature should be warming that night. Somewhat of a relief for Donnie. He did not like the cold, at all.

...

30 minutes later, a horrible dizziness came over Donnie. It made his stomach turn. He shifted his position but nothing was helping. He looked at the tent as it swayed back and forth, back and forth. That didn't help at all! Quickly he scamper out of the tent. He felt like you could throw up at any given moment. His stomach settled down slightly once he was outside. But the wind was still howling. Sending shivers up and down his spine. Donnie decided he'd make a break for the restrooms. He grabbed the soap again and quickly rushed to the restrooms. The temperature was warmer that night by 20 degrees. Then why did it feel like it was freezing? His back tensed up and his teeth chattered so loud he could have woken up his brothers from a mile away!

He made it to the restrooms and quickly got inside. Again, he went into his little corner in the large restroom stall and took deep breaths. If he threw up now, at least he could easily clean it up. His throat felt thick. If he had just a little water to drink, that would fix everything, right? But he left his bottle at the tents. He then started thinking about the food he ate. At that very moment, food sounded like the most disgusting thing ever! Thinking about it made him feel sicker! He took in a few more deep breaths, hoping to calm the storm building up in his stomach. Slouching over made it hard to breathe, but sitting straight made his head spin. It was a lose-lose situation. All he could do was pray that it'd go away.

An hour he sat in that restroom stall. And finally, it felt like the dizziness left. He got up and briefly use the bathroom while he was there. Washing up, he could feel he wasn't so cold anymore. And when he walked outside, the temperature felt better. Still a little chilly, but it was manageable now. Donnie made it back to the tents. Opening up his tent door, he saw Leo, sleepily sitting up. Donnie stared at him, but Leo just stared into nothing. Before Donnie could ask if anything was wrong, Leo settled back down in his sleeping bag and pulled it up as high as it would go. Donnie saw that he looked a little cold sense he wasn't wareing his coat to sleep, as he usually would during camping. Donnie grabbed a small blanket from the side and draped it over. Leo stirred, but looked comfortable. Donnie proceeded to climb into his sleeping bag and drift off into sleep for the night.

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Ough boy! That was not a fun night, but I made it through!

If you enjoyed the story, then... yay? Good to know you love ✨️MiSeRy!✨️ (just kidding!)

Hope you have a wonderful day! Lord bless you! ❤️

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[matcha-milkies]

sapphic !! atom eve x reader ⚢

food for thought (all sfw):

☁︎ she absolutely loves manifesting new clothes for you. cute jeans, t-shirts, hoodies, jackets, dresses, overalls, bucket hats, heels, sneakers, boots, whatever your style is, she’s all too happy to oblige and bring to life your deepest pinterest-board desires.

☁︎ if you can’t fly but you want to, she will take you flying, bridal style. if you can fly, she loves to skim the clouds while holding hands with you.

☁︎ she lets you brush her hair a lot (and likes to brush yours if it’s long enough).

☁︎ sometimes you two just sit on her bed and make out for a little while her parents are away.

☁︎ if you’re going to school, eve is happy to do chill study sessions with you where the two of you vibe and listen to lofi beats together. if you struggle with anything science-related, it’s eve to the rescue.

☁︎ most of your dates are in gorgeous, secluded areas untouched by civilization, where you have the absolute best view. you sit together on a cliff watching the sunrise, or have a picnic, or sometimes just walk along the beach holding hands.

☁︎ adam is weird about you two being together. not blatantly queerphobic per se, but he has an unsophisticated grasp of sapphic love, i.e. assumes you both have to be lesbians as opposed to bisexual. if you are femme he might be confused because eve is also femme and he does not understand the concept of femme4femme or butch4butch.

☁︎ betsy is well-meaning but doesn’t really get it either. but she adores you and loves to make snacks for you whenever you come over. she’ll always try to make conversation although sometimes it gets awkward.

☁︎ not to be cliche, but rex is extremely jealous at first (maybe of both of you?) he makes little digs at you, but he doesn’t dare do it in front of eve because the one time he tried that, she turned all his meals that day into stale soggy burger mart fries. eventually he does warm up to you, especially if you’re a supe and go on occasional missions together, he would come to respect your skill and your desire to help others.

☁︎ mark is of course a sweetheart to you because he’s just a good kid. he tags along sometimes on missions (if you’re a supe). otherwise you guys just hang out together at the movies or whatever.

☁︎ sometimes eve takes your hands in hers and just stares into your eyes. or brushes her thumb against your temple as you lie across from each other.

☁︎ if you like flowers... you are going to get a lot of them.

[wdxghosty]

Midnight Serenade

Donnie x reader fic

I really like this concept so I wanted to write about it, so basically you and donnie go on a date. I still new to writing so pls be nice, hope you enjoy <3.

It’s late winter early spring as you’re getting ready for your date, last nights flurry left some snow on your ground so it’s best to bundle up a bit. As you were putting on your shoes, you hear a knocking on the window, “Come in!” your window slides open and a turtle boy whereinga shit ton of purpel crawls in after he threw in a picnic basket.

“I was scared i was gonna be late, but i see you’re not even done yet”

“Scoff! I’m putting on my shoes so i basically am done, what happened to mr. attention to detail?”

“Heyyy i thought you hated ot when i said scoff!?”

“I have no recollection of that conversation,” he rolled his eye at your comment as he sits down on your bed. You get up to go get the drinks from your kitchen. “Common lets go.”

The two of you take a train to Clark st, then walk over to the brooklyn bridge. The two of you trot along the bridge and you’re excited to see where donnie is taking you.

“We’re here,”

“...Donnie we’re still on the bridge.”

“Exactly. You’re good at balancing on polls right?”

You face went white when he said that. You look at the belts of the bridge then you look back at donnie nodding. Your soul sinks in your stomach and the look on your face has donnie rolling around on the groud, kicking and screaming, “I’m just kidding hun.” his hover bike thing pulls up and your melanin instantly comes back.

“If you pull that shit with me again I will hop on your ass like super mario and beat you with your already shitty shell!” donnie went agaps, jaw on the groud, hand on his chest.

“Damn, I didn’t know it would scare you that much?” he laughs off his nevers as the two of you get on his bike. The two of you hop of when you get to the top of one of the tower things inbetween the belts, the city lights illuminating everything around you so you can see perfectly. As you are admiring everything around you donnie starts to set up the picnic blanket, “Wow i didn’t know you’d like it here this much.”

“What do you mean? This is so cool, you act as if you come here regularly.” he looks up at you with a smile, “... you come here regularly don’t you?”

“It’s our new favorite hangout spot, and much more discrete then rooftops.”

"Theres a really busy street right below us. what's the difference?" You sit down across from donnie on the picnic blanket and you help him take everything out of the basket,

"The difference, most people aren't looking up when they're driving. And why would they take their eyes off the busy rode?"

"Mabey they have a death wish?"

"Mabey."

You pull of the heart shaped plates and glasses out of the bag and start to gush over them, “Don’t you just LOVE these cups i got you!?”

“Yeah, i love that, including the heart shaped wicker basket, and pillows, and chocolates… I know that sounds like sarcasm, but i do love it.” as the two of you continue to unpack you see your favorite cookies, and cupcakes.

“Donnie! You didn’t!”

“Why do you sound so surprised like i dont do this all the time?”

“Its because you remembered!”

“It’s hard to forget our favorite things when we always talk about them. Every time we’re hanging out one of us just starts ranting as the other is working.”

“I love that for us, and because of that I know just how much you ACTUALLY like Atomic Lass… that and i check you search history.”

“And I yours… I shoudln’t have done that.”

“I warned you. Anyone who got quezy durring the saltburn bath tub scene, couldn’t handle whats on my laptop.” you laugh a little remebering the first time the two of you watched that, he left the room multiple times.

When the two of you were done setting up you just started talking, about whatever came to your mind. LMK, jupiter jim, the boondocks, anything you guys liked, “oh do you remember when we watched violet evergarden together for the first time?”

“Ofcourse you started crying when the episode about the littel girl came on.”

“Which one?”

“The one with the mom the wrote a bunch of letters for you daughter before she died.”

“That one was soo sad! But it was really sweet, that is what i call motherly love”

“You cry for the dumbest things hun,” he starts laughing at you but you laugh with him, “You wont cry for sad movies whatsoever but the second you relate to a character you start bawling. As far as i'm aware you mother is still alive.”

“It’s not about the dead mother! Its aboutt he dedication to her child!'' Donnie just listened to you rambling on about it, your voice is basically white noise. The amount of times he’s fallen asleep just by being around you is countless, the ease you put him at is unmatched. “and that just pulled all my heart strings!”

As the night went on the two of you purely enjoyed eachothers company, and the sweets donnie brought. As the two of you talked a sertain song came on,

But when the morning comes

We'll burn it down and then

We'll build the world again...

Our love is God.

“I forgot this song was on this playlist,” Donnie trys to skip it but you stop him,

“Remebere when we were fourteen how we did a two person play of the heaters?”

“Yeah what abo- ohhh” donnie gets up on his feet, “you remember the lyrics right?” he holds out his hand for you.

“Ofcourse,” You take his hand as the two of you get into character.

Hi Kurt, it's Veronica

How did you guys know it was always a fantasy of mine to have two guys at once?

Wowuhh... lucky guess?

Well, if you want it to come true, meet me at the cemetery, at dawn

Free pussy!

And we don't even have to buy it a pizza!

Punch it in! Whaat?! Hahaha!

The two of you were both theater kids, singing together mixed with your average acting filled the two of you with joy way back when you were younger. The two of you join hands again as you shift to veronica and JD.

We can start and finish wars

We're what killed the dinosaurs

We're the asteroid that's overdue

The dinosaurs choked on the dust

They died because God said they must

The new world needed room

For me and you

Well your average acting, everytime the two of you sang this song donnie was too realistic. The way he would make your heart throb was supernatural. Despite being cold blooded your were never cold with you touched him.

I worship you.

I'd trade my life for yours

They all will disappear

We'll plant our garden here

He cups your cheek in the palm of his hand, as he kisses you. His hand was warm, everytime he held you, you felt safe. He pulled away from you and continued the song, and you joined him quickly after.

Our love is God

Our love is God

Our love is God

Our love is God

“You missed acouple lines hun.” he pecks your cheek,

“Only because you kissed me,”

“Stop acting like you did’t like it”

“Ugh.” he wraps his hands around you hips and stuffs his face in the crook of your neck.

...I worship you

I'd trade my life for yours

We'll make them disappear

We'll plant our garden here

Our love is God

Our love is God

“I love that song don.”

“I know you do hun.”

I hope you guys liked it! There some references that some people might not get, like the super mario reference, but still. Kiss, kiss, hope you have a good night, day, afternoon or whatever. <3

[talonabraxas]

How to Transmute Human Consciousness into Buddhas Wisdom

1. The Ten Mysterious Gates

There are ten gates of wonderful manifestations as taught by the Hwa Yen School. I have omitted four of them which duplicate other ones. One may meditate on the six gates of mystic manifestations as follows:

(a) The mysterious gate of perfect yoga of the co-relation and co-existence of all things both in space and in time. As the nature of all Dharmas are Sunyata, every condition of every Dharma relates freely, moves freely, is united freely and plays freely. It is just like a great plain which does not belong to any ego-centered individual, and every person may play there. Hence the mystic circus brings their lions, elephants, horses, monkeys, bears and dogs with their girl and boy members to play there freely. So in the great Dharmadhatu which is of the great Sunyata, all Dharmas may play together and the space of four or ten directions and the time of the three periods may be united or separated, interlocked or interwoven at the meditators will since his mind has been sublimated by the Sunyata.

(b) The mysterious gate of sovereign power in connection with all the Dharmas. As oneself is Sunyata so are those other than self; as a being lacks self so does a thing lack self. Whenever the self is void where the power of the mysterious gate or rooms are opened, one is in all and all may be in one, too; one behind all, all may be behind one, too; small in great, great may be in small; low in high, high may be in low also. Thus all elements of beings and things are mutually identified. A universal identification forms an unlimited and ultimate freedom. Those American hippies who ask for more freedom by laziness onlybeard may be unshaven, clothes may be unwashed, girls may be sexually enjoyed without being married, drugs to enhance sex may be taken often, school lessons may be left but picnics should be frequently takensuch freedom is only a kind of suicide. One who really wants the great freedom should lay more stress on this meditation.

(c) The mysterious gate of performance of manifestations of either appearance or disappearance. When something appears, it appears in the Sunyata; when it disappears, it disappears into the same Sunyata. When the atom was only a potential, scientists treated it as superstition but Buddhists knew it could be broken up, 3000 years before the scientists. When the atom was made up into the atomic bomb it was not a new thing to the Buddhists. The atom and atomic bomb are one thing, but the former holds the potentiality of its disappearance, while the latter its appearance. Both form the complement of the whole entity of truth.

(d) The mysterious gate of sovereign power in different and opposite formswide or narrow (2nd gate), one or many (3rd gate), subtle or gross (6th gate). These pairs may interpenetrate one another commutably, freely, and uninterruptedly. Is not the finger narrower than a mountain but sometimes when held in front of ones eye it may hide a mountain in the distance. Is not the atomic bomb powerful and can destroy gross or great matter but it is invisible, as subtle as a spirit, when it is not split. Buddhists found out this truth approximately 3000 years earlier than the scientists. Are not the lungs 600 square feet larger than the body when they are extended; but they occupy only one small part of the body! Are not there 200 billion nerve cells in only one small brain? These examples are common things. If by the power of Sunyata, the mysterious and supernatural maya becomes much more inconceivable, yet it may actually be realized through this meditation.

(e) The mysterious gate of the various performances of separated Dharmas in the ten periods. Each of the past, present, and future also contains three periods. To the whole one, if these nine are added, it will make up the ten periods. By the speed of gnostic light, Buddha sees the things of the future and remembers things of the past. Time seems to go in reverse which is known by the theory of Einstein in these days, only Buddha knew it 3000 years earlier. Such a vertical connection completes the interconnection and interlocking of the separate beings along the nine periods. The precious five gates are mutually penetrated in the horizontal plane. When their vertical connection of time is added, it becomes four dimensions, which was known to Buddhists almost 30 centuries earlier than Einstein. Two dimensions may be symbolized by a plane. Three dimensions by a cube. Four should be symbolized by a ball fully encircling a cross. But there is the fifth dimension when it is added causes a mysterious penetration, and this may be symbolized by this signcrossed vajra non-limitation of time and of space. Things only occur with length and width in mathematics, materials adding height are solid geometrical materials. Adding time again are durable materials, yet they are physical. With the addition of the Sunyata mystic emergence it then becomes metaphysical. Hence philosophically length, width, height, duration and Sunyata emanation form a fifth dimension, as I newly make this term.

(f) The mysterious gate of completion of virtues of the master and family working together harmoniously and brightly. If any one of the Dharmas or persons is taken as the chief one, all other Dharmas or persons might work agreeable as his retinue. For instance when the practitioner is practicing Ahimsa, all his neighbors follow his good example and out of great compassion send birds to their natural state from their cages, fishes to the ocean from their tanks, doves to the sky from their prisons. Remote neighbors follow their close neighbors, the village follows the remote neighbor, the town follows the village, the city and the whole nation and whole globe will follow one by one and the third world war will not happen. No matter how the facts really appear, one should meditate like this as if it is so fortunately becoming true. By the addition of the time dimension, the three periods may unite as one whole, so here and there, all persons of the whole world will eventually become kind, merciful and peaceful once and for all.

As Sunyata has no ego, it enables oneself to be united with all others. When one practitioner, Mr. A., takes one person as the master, all other persons of the ten Dharmadhatus, may be his family. At the same time, another practitioner, Mr. B., C., D. or so on may take someone in the family of Mr. A as his master and all other persons other than that master may be his family. Thus, master yet family, family yet master, they all have the philosophic emanation. Wonderful and inconceivable incarnations would happen without limitation. Again one master has his inner family and outer family, small family and big family, appeared family and disappeared family, small family in the big family, big family in the small family. Their transformations are at the will of the master without any confinement.

Alas! Very few persons know that Sunyata is not negativism. A philosophic, mysterious positive potentiality is within it. Still very, very few practitioners or scholars know the discriminations between the ten goodnesses and six paramitas which I am going to deal with below.

2. To Distinguish the Six Paramitas from Ten Good Conducts and Diligently Practice the Former Ones

(a) The liberatable way of charity. To give alms to the poor even frequently in an amount more than the whole world can contain is goodness which may get one a good rebirth in heaven, but to be liberated from heaven or earth one should give alms with the Sunyata which has no giver, non-giving, and non-objects of giving. In doing this liberatable charity, one is able to approach the liberation of Buddhahood. Buddha taught it in the Dragon Palace with the following stanza:

"Give all things till the ego remains, Give the ego till others remain, Give the others till Dharmas remain, Give Dharmas till Buddha to attain."

(b) The liberatable way of holding the precepts. All silas, vinayas or commandments should be kept with wisdom, as Buddha taught on some occasion:

Holding the Silas not depend upon Body, speech and mind, or depend upon Three periods, two sides, or depend upon Delusions, or awareness but by none Dependence is precepts holding the precepts on.

(c) The liberatable way of patience. To be patient on the occasion of misery or to the harmful person or at difficult work does good which is not sufficient to be liberated by the paramita. He who practices this should follow the main meaning of the stanza taught by Buddha on the same occasion:

Patience never knows there is I or you Neither keep the idea of mine and yours All men, things and views should be purified When all Dharmas become pure its patience.

(d) The liberatable way of diligence. To exert ones energies to do good and to leave no stone unturned to forbid evil, these are profane merits by which alone one does not reach the thither shore of Nirvana, but following the teaching below one does:

As men are in their nature so am I As Dharmas are in nature so is my Lord, knowing there is no thing to gain It is the real diligence so high

(e) The liberatable way of concentration. Sitting straight, thinking of nothing, neither sleepy nor disturbed in ones mind, this is a common attitude of a religious person. One does not abide in the truth unless one can follow the stanza taught by Buddha Gautama correctly:

Mind is not inside Nor outside nor bide Holds nothing but a void Dhyana can not hide

(f) The liberatable way of wisdom. Even one who is wise as a serpent or as Solomon and can see as far through a brick wall as anybody but sees no Sunyata, gets no realization thereof. One would not be liberated at all. Hence the ultimate Prajnaparamita should be practiced under the guidance of the following stanza:

All Dharmas are so plain Has neither goal nor vain There is view without sight But not view it as light No request no volition Pity on fools is real wit.

3. To Distinguish the Sunyata Identification with Bodhicitta from that Dry Sunyata without Bodhicitta

The wise one does know that the Sunyata does not stand alone. The ancients called those persons who had little recognition of Sunyata and mistook it as a thing of voidness separate from everything else as men of dry wisdom. Hence one should develop five kinds of Bodhicitta.

a. Bodhicitta of Will

When one is still in the Course of Hinayana, one finds out that he is in transmigration and suffers many kinds of pain and one then has pity on those who are suffering with the same pains. A strong sympathy arises in his mind. He might think that if I were a Buddha I might save them. So he keeps such a good will to become a Buddha for the sake of saving mankind and every sentient being trapped within the same transmigration. Every day he should frequently think like this. He might write down his special good wills in some ten provisions or more. Every day he should repeat them and practice every good Dharma for their accomplishment and ask his Protector to help him until this aim is reached.

b. Bodhicitta of Conducts

When the above mentioned wills are developed, one must perform with the six paramitas many myriad conducts of goodness to carry on all the good wills and actually benefit all sentient beings. Thus all the eight right paths of Hinayana and the six paramitas of Mahayana and all the Vajrayana precepts thereof under this guide or basis will be fulfilled.

c. Bodhicitta of Victorious Signification

To get rid of the volition of Bodhicitta, to flee from the demon of compassion, one has to develop the victorious signification which is thoroughly fixed with the Sunyata of nature. One of my stanzas on Bodhicitta may be introduced below:

The best significant Bodhicitta Is without any kind of work or data There is no real mind to arise it Nor is there volition to hold it.

There is neither pleasure nor pain, neither sufferer nor enjoyer, neither agreement nor sympathy, neither I nor he. One may know this well but one has to have some Bodhicitta to pity them who do not know that the Bodhicitta and the person who has been pitied are both of Sunyata. One is still in the Sunyata.

d. Bodhicitta of Samadhi

When one has passed the study of exoteric doctrines and starts to learn Vajrayana, ones Bodhicitta is no longer confined to mentalization but always keeps ones mind identified with the materiality. Thus Bodhicitta is symbolized by the moon. One must visualize ones Bodhicitta as a bright moon which is situated in ones heart and on a lotus in the middle of the heart. From the moon many rays of great compassion are emitted to sentient beings through all of transmigration.

e. Bodhicitta of Kunda

When one has studied Tantra and gets progress in the Anuttarayoga, one is enabled to practice the vajra love. One then has to develop this kind of Bodhicitta of Kunda which is the gnostic semen containing both the Sunyata of nature and the great compassion and great pleasure. Through the good karmas held in the lotus of the Dakini, the ultimate salvation may be fulfilled. This is the final and highest, deepest Bodhicitta.

The first three Bodhicittas are known to every scholar of exoteric doctrines but the next two are only known to the students of the Tantra and they are never systematically emphasized as I do.

Under the first two kinds of Bodhicitta, adding thoughts of impermanence and the pains of transmigration, one may practice again great compassion toward sentient beings and things or Dharmas. Adding the Sunyata meditations, through the third Bodhicitta of Victorious Signification, one practices the great compassion of the same entity with all sentient beings and things and that of non-condition. That is, without any particular connection with others, one should have great compassion towards every being and every thing.

Thus the human mind which was acting in a self-centered psychical sphere now is sublimated by the Bodhicitta and great compassion and becomes the mind of a Bodhisattva who is the prince of Buddhas and acting in the accumulation of Holy Karmas.

[berryhobii]

Hello!! Could you please do a drabble about the first time the MyPerson! couple had a sexual moment? I feel like reader would expect a shy Namjoon, since he is on his day to day quite calm and collected, but he would surprise her being nasty and obsessed with her

Hi! Thanks for the request! I hope you enjoy!

The first time you and Namjoon slept together was after a phone call you had with one of your friends from America. Eventually the conversation steered to you and Namjoon and your lack of sex. You two had just moved in together which was exciting in itself but with this came a lot of newfound revelations.

One was that you and Namjoon had yet to be intimate despite being together for almost a year and a half. It’s not that you didn’t want to, the situation just hadn’t presented itself yet.

Namjoon wasn’t necessarily shy. He was eloquent and knew how to voice himself, not afraid to tell you if he was uncomfortable.

However, he was a little stiff when it came to physical affection. Kisses and hugs were fine but stuff like sitting on his lap or wandering hands caused him to freeze up. You never pushed, comfortable with simple affection but you did wonder if something was wrong. Was he attracted to you? He must be, right?

Namjoon returned home after a long day of work, his worries melting away when he caught sight of you standing at the door. After a tight hug and a few kisses, you parted. Although, you couldn’t help but notice the throb between your thighs after pressing yourself against the muscled physique of your man. Damn, he was hot.

You followed him through the apartment and to the bathroom where he washed his hands. “How was your day?”

He sighed. “Same as always. I have some time off to use though so I’ll be home all week.”

You came up behind him, pushing your thumbs into his upper back to relieve some of the tension he had there. He groaned, head knocking back as he melted into your touch. You had to bite your lip to keep your own moan inside. He was not making this any easier and you know he didn’t even know the affect he was having on you.

“That’s good. You should be relaxing. Maybe we can go for a picnic or have a massage.” That second one was more of a suggestion for yourself. You definitely needed something pounding all of his sudden stress out of your body.

You hadn’t even realized just how horny you were until you actually thought about it. You were a healthy young woman with a healthy sex drive but honestly, you’ve barely thought about sex or even giving yourself a little self care since you started dating. It just hasn’t been on your mind. Namjoon provided you with a different kind of intimacy and connection that felt more fulfilling than sex.

He turned around to face you, leaning back against the sink, dragon like eyes staring at you. You suddenly felt like he was picking every atom of your being apart.

“That sounds great, baby. I just want to spend time with you.”

Fuck it.

Grabbing the collar of his shirt, you yanked him to your body, capturing his lips in a feverish kiss.

He made a noise of surprise, almost falling over but regaining his footing and reciprocating the kiss. You made out for a little bit, your hands traveling down the planes of his chest and to his abs. Your manicured nails felt him up over his clothes, already hating the fabric for separating you.

Namjoon pulled away first, your lips chasing his but he held you back, a little chuckle coming from him. “Baby, what’s going on with you?” He sounded breathless, his chest falling and raising as he tried to regain his breath.

You bit your lip. Now was a better time than any to speak your mind.

“Namjoon…..I love you very much and I’m so glad to have you in my life but I’ve been wondering….”You clenched his shirt in your fists. “Why haven’t we slept together yet? Do you not want to? Are you not attracted to me in that way?”

Silence passed between you two and insecurity immediately started jabbing you like a bunch of tiny needles.

You shouldn’t have said anything. You knew it! How would you two ever recover from this?

Although suddenly, his silly laugh made you look up, eyes widening. What the hell?

His eyes sparkled with mirth, those dimples you loved to kiss popping in both of his cheeks. He was so handsome.

“What?” Your mouth dropped. “What’s funny?”

His laughter died down to little giggles. “You are, baby.”

If you could blush, you probably would be but that’s impossible against your melanin. Good thing embarrassment didn’t discriminate and came in many forms.

“What?”

Suddenly, his hands grabbed at your thighs, lifting you up and turning you around until you were sat on the counter. With one hand, he pressed into your back so that you were arched into him, breasts pressed against his chest.

He leaned closer to you, his minty breath cascading over your face, dark eyes staring into yours. Never had you seen him wear such an expression on his normally kind and youthful face.

Like he was ready to devour you.

“Of course I’m attracted to you. Have you seen yourself? You don’t know how many cold showers I’ve had to take after seeing you bounce around in your little gym shorts.” His other hand went to squeeze at your ass. “I just wanted to respect your boundaries. I didn’t want you to think sex was all I wanted from you.”

Your hands traveled across his shoulders to wrap around his neck and pull him closer to you. “I’ve never thought that. You’ve always made me feel safe.”

His smile was genuine and so was his love. Why were you concerned again? You couldn’t remember.

“I love you.” You whispered.

“I love you more.”

And you sealed it with a sweet kiss.

Pulling away, Namjoon used both hands to grip at your ass, pulling a shocked squeak from you.

“Now why don’t I show you just how attracted I am to you?”

Something told you that you were in for a long night.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

~

“Ohhhhh my goddddd….”

“Arch your fucking back, there you go. Good girl.”

How many times had you came? You lost count after……did you know how to count? The only thoughts in your head were Namjoon, faster, harder, and whatever other jumbles of syllables his cock forced past your throat.

Your hands had managed to pull the sheets off the bed from how tightly you gripped them. Drool dripped down the side of your mouth, your hair sweated out from your silk press, and your nails actually hurt a little from how hard you’ve been grabbing everything.

Namjoon’s hand pressed into your back, keeping your arch in place, the other squeezing at your ass cheek to reveal your creamy cunt sucking him in. Condoms weren’t even a thought between the two of you but that was a worry for later. He knew he should be being more responsible but how could he when your pussy was juicier than a peach and sucking him in like you wanted him to stay? Fuck, he was obsessed with you.

“J-joon…..please! Y-y-y-you….” You wanted to call him a fucking animal since you two have been going for close to 2 hours now but you were sure he knew that already. You’d be sore as hell later but who the hell cared when he was jabbing into your soft spots as if he had studied your body like a book just before this.

“That’s it. Cum on my cock. You thought I wasn’t attracted to you? I’ve been wanting to fuck you since I met you. Now I will. Every. Fucking. Day.” Each word was punctuated by a thrust, his cock punishing your walls like you were being scolded.

You were in for it now. Hopefully for the rest of your life.

[spysbabygirl]

First Date

-This is my first fanfic in years I may make these later-

Scout 

Scout takes you to a chicken place-

He knows the best place for a bucket of fried chicken and the best deals.-

After eating, he sticks some straws in his nose and makes walrus noises to make you laugh.-

And to finish the date off he takes you out to get ice cream.-

Demoman 

Demoman would take you to a beer garden-

Everything is fun with beer being passed around and music blasting-

Till Demo and you get so drunk you, both get into fights and get banned from the beer garden.-

You both leave stumbling and singing your way back to the base.-

Heavy

Heavy takes you to a ballet show of Swanlake.-

He even got the box seats but it was later revealed only because those were the only seats he could fit in.-

Heavy wanted to show you that there's a softer side to him.-

When he watches you can see how invested and his appreciation for the art is. -

As you watch on you can feel a chill and then the warmth of a suit jacket being placed on you by heavy himself.-

Spy

Spy would take you to the fanciest place he can take you even if it means flying you both out of town.-

He would set up everything to be perfect even the red dress he picked out for you.-

After eating a steak dinner paired with red wine you both have a sweet slice of chocolate cake.-

Once the dinner is done and paid for you watch the night stars cuddled up together.

Engi

Engi would take you to the best BBQ in town as live music plays.-

You both had the best-pulled pork sandvich that's soaked in grease and BBQ sauce.-

As live music plays and bellies are full of food you go do some line dancing together.-

After some line dancing you start to have some cold beers.-

And to end the date he plays his guitar and serenades you back at the base.-

Soldier

Soldier takes you to the zoo.-

As you both are walking to see the animals he's quoting Sun Tzu but it didn't sound quite right.-

Once you get to the lions he starts telling one of his war stories.-

He finished one of his war stories and to prove it was all true he jumps over the railing and fights the lions.-

You take him back to the base so the medic can tend to his wounds as you tell him how strong and proud you are of him.-

Sniper

Sniper would pack a picnic.-

He packed what is assumed was Sandvitch's and what was once cold beers.-

You and Sniper sat down and decided against eating and just drank the lukewarm beers.-

It was the perfect spot the woods were glowing as the sun set came down.-

With a beer in hand, you cuddle up to Sniper and take a deep breath and you both relax for the first time.-

Pyro

Pyro takes you to the carnival.-

You both binge on sugary sweets and watch a ton of the small shows they hold.

Pyro wanted to go to the bumper cars they just don't know how aggressive they are being.-

You decide to take them to the horse carousel Pyro takes a horse with pink hair and colorful flowers as you take a f/c themed horse right next to them.-

Pyro wanted to win you a prize but he was sad when all he could win you was a mini plush balloonicorn key chain but once he saw how happy it made you his cheerful self was back.-

Medic

Medic takes you to an 1800s  medical museum.-

You both watch the first amputee surgery video ever recorded.-

He admired the old medical tools that were used saying things like "I could use somesinglike zis in my collecthion. "-

While slightly more educated and traumatized from the date he does buy you an atomically correct heart necklace from the gift shop.-

-Sorry for my bad writing for a German accent.-

[indiegamelover]

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[twoidiotwriters1]

The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: I need you to know that I headcanon Leo having a cowboy accent and that's how I usually try to write it -Danny Words: 1,906 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Walking Disasters' -by The Wombats

XLVII: Turn Down the Gospel Music, the Demons Are Still Here

The ceiling starts to collapse so Nico and Hazel have no choice but to transport them to the hillside near the River Acheron. It's a fresh morning, and the crew is safe and alive.

Leo stumbles, pale and shaky from shadow-traveling. "You know... I think I'll sit down."

They all sit to catch their breath, then Frank tells them what happened after they split.

"Frank is being modest," Jason intervenes after a moment. "He controlled the entire legion. You should've seen him. Oh, by the way..." He looks at Percy. "I resigned my office, gave Frank a field promotion to praetor. Unless you want to contest that ruling."

"No argument here," Percy smiles.

"Praetor?" Hazel beams at the boy.

"Well... yeah. I know it seems weird."

Hazel pecks his lips. "It seems perfect."

"Fitting," Ara agrees. "Having you as one of my right-hand leaders will be an honor."

The boy blushes and Leo pats his back effusively. "Way to go, Zhang. Now you can order Octavian to fall on his sword."

"Tempting," Frank smiles a little, then turns to Percy. "But, you guys... Tartarus has to be the real story. What happened down there? How did you...?"

Percy winces, reaching for Annabeth's hand. "We'll tell you the story. But not yet, okay? I'm not ready to remember that place."

Ara looks down and shakes her head. "It's my fault. There'll never be a way to make up for what I—"

"We're not blaming you," Annabeth cuts her off. "Closing the Doors of Death was something that had to be done. You thought it was your job but the fates had different plans..." The girl's eyes shine as she takes in Ara's appearance. "Your time here wasn't wasted."

Leo pulls her closer and smiles. "She's been nothing short of an atomic bomb with every bad guy we've encountered—she's all 'Hasta la vista, baby', and BOOM! Monster dust rains."

"That's a stretch," Ara blushes.

"I believe it," Percy smiles a bit.

"Look, our ride," Annabeth points at the ship approaching.

"That's my boy!" Leo says proudly, watching as the Argo II approaches them.

"About time!" Hedge shouts. "What took you so long, cupcakes? You kept your visitor waiting!"

"Visitor?" Hazel struggles to her feet.

"Oh, gods," Ara's mouth dries. "Reyna."

Ara didn't visit the Athena Parthenos during its time at the Argo II, she was too ashamed to look at it, thinking it would start berating her as soon as she got close. Now that it's standing on the hill, she looks at it in awe of its power and beauty.

"Incredible," Reyna mutters. "It looks newly made."

Ara thinks Reyna is just as impressive as the statue. She traveled alone with nothing but her pegasus and a sword, and still made it in one piece. If someone had told her Reyna was a goddess in disguise, Ara would've believed it.

"Yeah," Leo hums appreciatively from his spot on the grass. "We brushed off the cobwebs, used a little Windex. It wasn't hard."

"Hey, girls," Annabeth calls over to them. "Have some food. Join us."

The group is having a picnic under the shadow of the Argo II. Ara wants to nap more than she wants to eat, but she encourages Reyna to join. "C'mon, Praetor, you've had a long journey."

"All right," The group makes room for Reyna and she grabs a sandwich, staring at it before giving it a little bite. "So. Frank Zhang... praetor."

"Well, yeah. Field promotion," Frank hums, too focused on eating.

"To lead a different legion. A legion of ghosts."

"Reyna," Jason stays, "you should've seen him."

"He was amazing," Piper nods.

"Frank is a leader," Hazel states. "He makes a great praetor."

"I believe you," Reyna agrees. "I approve."

"You do?" Frank asks in surprise.

Reyna smiles shortly. "A son of Mars, the hero who helped to bring back the eagle of the legion... I can work with a demigod like that. I'm just wondering how to convince the Twelfth Fulminata."

"The legion will listen to you, Reyna," Frank replies. "You made it here alone, across the ancient lands."

"In doing so, I broke the laws of the legion."

"Caesar broke the law when he crossed the Rubicon—Great leaders have to think outside the box sometimes."

"I'm not Caesar. After finding Jason's note in Diocletian's Palace, tracking you down was easy. I only did what I thought was necessary."

"It's in your blood," Ara pokes the girl's back with her foot. "None of you can be denied of your right to be leaders. If your legion has a problem, they can talk to me about it."

Percy smirks. "There's that atomic bomb."

Leo and her brother chuckle like old buddies and Ara feels a mix of affection and concern. She likes that they're getting along, but it's a little worrying to think how they might team up to tease her in the future.

"So, the twenty-million-peso question," Leo says. "We got this slightly used forty-foot-tall statue of Athena. What do we do with it?"

"As fine as it looks on this hill, I didn't come all this way to admire it," Reyna replies. "According to Annabeth, it must be returned to Camp Half-Blood by a Roman leader. Do I understand correctly?"

"I had a dream down in... you know, Tartarus. I was on Half-Blood Hill, and Athena's voice said, I must stand here. The Roman must bring me."

"It makes sense," Nico responds. "The statue is a powerful symbol, a Roman returning it to the Greeks... that could heal the historic rift, maybe even heal the gods of their split personalities."

"Now, hold on. I like peace as much as the next satyr—"

"You hate peace," Leo interrupts Hedge.

"The point is, Valdez, we're only—what, a few days from Athens? We got an army of giants waiting for us there. We went to all the trouble of saving this statue—"

"I went to most of the trouble," Annabeth scowls.

"—because that prophecy called it the giants' bane—So why aren't we taking it to Athens with us? It's obviously our secret weapon. It looks like a ballistic missile to me. Maybe if Valdez strapped some engines to it—"

"Uh, great idea, Coach," Piper says. "But a lot of us have had dreams and visions of Gaea rising at Camp Half-Blood... Since we got back to the ship," she draws out her dagger. "I've been seeing some bad stuff in the knife. The Roman legion is almost within striking distance of Camp Half-Blood. They're gathering reinforcements: spirits, eagles, wolves."

"Octavian," Reyna scowls. "I told him to wait."

"When we take over command, our first order of business should be to load Octavian into the nearest catapult and fire him as far away as possible," Frank makes a face.

"That can be arranged," Ara crosses her arms. "But if Reyna is meant to take the statue, she can't do it alone. Some of us must go with her, to ensure the quest succeeds."

The thought of parting ways isn't happy, but they know Ara's right. Reyna can't transport the statue alone, and they can't spare the ship. "You're not going," Leo says, almost like an order.

Ara frowns. "Excuse me?"

Reyna intervenes. "Valdez is right. Your place is in the main quest."

"My place is wherever I say it is," she replies stubbornly. "Besides, Romans and Greeks here means a Roman and a Greek should go on your quest to keep things even."

"Yeah, but you're the Strategus, we need you for the big fight. I should go with Reyna," Frank says. "If I'm a praetor, I should go. Maybe we could rig some sort of sled, or—"

"No, Frank Zhang. I hope we will work side by side in the future, but for now your place is with the crew of this ship. You are one of the seven of the prophecy."

"I'm not," Nico points out.

"Nico—" Hazel starts, but he interrupts her.

"I'll go with Reyna. I can transport the statue with shadow-travel."

"Uh..." Percy frowns. "I mean, I know you just got all eight of us to the surface, and that was awesome. But a year ago you said transporting just yourself was dangerous and unpredictable. A couple of times you ended up in China. Transporting a forty-foot statue and two people halfway across the world—"

"I've changed since I came back from Tartarus," Nico says, unable to control his hostility towards the boy.

"Nico," Jason tries, "we're not questioning your power. We just want to make sure you don't kill yourself trying."

"I can do it. I'll make short jumps—a few hundred miles each time. It's true, after each jump I won't be in any shape to fend off monsters. I'll need Reyna to defend me and the statue," he locks eyes with Ara. "Please, trust me."

"My young brigadier, I trust you with my life." He scowls at her sarcasm, but Ara sees his soul light faintly glowing. "Nico is Greek and one of the best warriors I've had the pleasure to have under my command," Ara concedes.

"Very well," Reyna fixes her posture. "But there will be many monster attacks. I would feel better taking a third person."

"Coach Hedge," Frank offers quickly.

"Uh, what, Frank?"

"A satyr is of great importance in a quest, Percy," Ara intervenes quickly. "Hedge knows medicine, he's a good fighter and a good protector—Besides, the demigods under his care always reach camp in one piece."

"The coach is the best choice," Frank insists. "The only choice. He'll get the job done."

"A faun," Reyna raises a brow.

"Satyr! And, yeah, I'll go. Besides, when you get to Camp Half-Blood, you'll need somebody with connections and diplomatic skills to keep the Greeks from attacking you. Just let me go make a call—er, I mean, get my baseball bat."

As he hurries out of the scene giving them a brief but grateful look, Ara takes his seat next to Leo. "So that's settled! Mr Firecracker, can you pass me a drink?"

Leo hands her a plate of food and a juice box. Nico gets up and dusts off his hands. "I should go, too, and rest before the first passage. We'll meet at the statue at sunset."

"Nuh-uh!" Ara tosses him a wrapped sandwich. "Eat more!"

Nico curses under his breath in Italian, but he unwraps the sandwich and nibbles on it grumpily as he walks away.

"What's that about?" Percy raises a brow, mouth covered in chocolate syrup.

"What's what about?" Ara replies with her mouth full.

"You guys are friends now?"

The girl raises her brow. "Nico has always been my friend."

Hazel puts her plate down and interrupts their talk. "We're at another crossroads. The Athena Parthenos goes west. The Argo II goes east. I hope we chose correctly."

Ara looks around to confirm Janus isn't there. She ponders a moment before speaking. "I think it isn't a crossroad, Hazel. We're stuck in a straight path."

"One thing bothers me," Percy sighs. "If the Feast of Spes is in two weeks, and Gaea needs the blood of two demigods to wake—what did Clytius call it? The blood of Olympus? Then aren't we doing exactly what Gaea wants, heading to Athens? If we don't go, and she can't sacrifice any of us, doesn't that mean she can't wake up fully?"

"Percy, prophecies cut both ways," Annabeth holds his hand. "If we don't go, we may lose our best and only chance to stop her. Athens is where our battle lies. We can't avoid it. Besides, trying to thwart prophecies never works. Gaea could capture us somewhere else, or spill the blood of some other demigods."

Ara locks eyes with Leo. "Talking about prophecies... You need to hear mine."

Percy's expression shifts and she can almost hear his heart stopping. "You got a prophecy?"

"The General's ready for her sharing-is-caring session?" Piper puts her dagger away. "That means it's time for dessert!"

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if you look at it the right way. roadside picnic could be abt vampirism. like what if we transcended via splitting the atom / being turned into the thing that defies god, thereby achieving a sort of personal apotheosis?

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Things I Wish I Could Tell My Grandmother

I often wish I could tell her about my partner.  My coming out as such would have been hard for her- I don’t think the declaration of my sexual identity would really do her much good.  Different generations and all that, she wouldn’t have understood.  But she’d really have liked my partner, as a person.  They’re both so polite, you know?  Exacting without being neurotic, proper.  She was raised in frankly astonishing privilege, trained from childhood to meet with senators and other such powerful men.  As a consequence she always knew how to do things just so, invariably careful to keep to whatever Byzantine rules governed a picnic differently from a formal dinner, or to recall the proper ways to appreciate the visual arts versus the performing.  There was a little mantra she had about the meaning of courtesy- “to do the nicest thing in the nicest way.”  She would have seen that in him too, I think, the same kindness.

I wish I could tell her about my career- NASA and Mars exploration and all that.  She’d have been delighted, I expect.  She never did tell us why she was willing to give up her old social caste, to marry down into a family that had to work for its supper.  But I can’t imagine it was an accident that she picked an engineer from a long line of engineers and science types.  The space program today still carries a lot of that specific flavor of optimism that was so common in the first part of the 20th century when she made her choice, the hope for the future that was all tangled up with bigger rockets and taller cities and lasers and the power of the atom.  So I wish I could show that off for her, talk about my own adventures and trials trying to carry that torch forward just a little bit more.

I wish I could tell her about the damn chocolate milk.  She’s always eating too much or too little- there’s just no real way for her to know whether she’s eaten on any given day, so her food intake is really all over the map.  Sneaking off for snacks at one moment, turning down dinner at the next.  And at a certain point, the brain just stops coordinating the limbic system properly; I don’t think her hunger signals are particularly trustworthy any more, though it’s hard to tell for sure.  Throw in the diabetes, and it’s probably the single biggest challenge for her health, if you don’t count falls and the usual perils for a woman that old.

I wish I could tell her that her husband is dead.  That her father is dead, that her brothers are dead.  That these men that she waits for aren’t coming, and will never come again.  I wish she could grieve their absence, and not just wait, and wait, and never heal from the pain of parting.  I wish I could tell her that her kids have long since gone on to build families and kids of their own, and that she’s already a part of so many new lives that are only just beginning.

Most of all, I wish I could tell her that love lasts longer than the memory of love.  That her love for others has long since escaped the narrow confines of her mind and made it out to the world, and remade the form of things around her.  That it’s disguised as children, as grandchildren, as a home.  That it multiplies out there endlessly until now, at the end of her life, almost everything that touches her is some secret face of her love, coming back to meet her.  Slippers that appear by her bed in the winter, and bags of birdseed hidden in the bushes outside her window, bringing clouds of birds to watch every day.  The hands that help her from her bed to the table every morning- a woman trembling with weakness and a fear of falling but always, always too polite to miss breakfast.

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How would the first meeting between Drakken and Shego’s brothers would go?

Good question! First technical meeting was during the episode 'Go team Go' but that was barely anything. Let me try and write down how I think a first meeting would go:

So I suppose after the episode, the next best meeting could be during a family orientated holiday (Thanksgiving or Christmas). It would be very likely that Hego, after finding out where Drakken's Lair is located, would send an invitation for them to visit during the holiday; no hero activities, no villain activities just family stuff + Drakken. Drakken is a sucker for family orientated outings (See the yearly evil family picnic that he organises for his henchmen and the time he celebrated Christmas with first only Ron and then with the Possibles and Shego).

If Drakken gets his hands on the invitation first: Drakken might keep it a secret from Shego and makes her come along with him to GoCity under the guise of "We're going there for evil shopping" or anything and 'coincidentally' bumping into Hego.

If Shego gets get hands on the invitation: Shego will probably burn it and toss it away. However, she won't wait for it to burn out (like the photo strip of her and Kim in 'Stop team Go'). So Drakken might see it and stomp it out, see the address and could potentially read that it's an invite and then do the same as the previous part, go to Go-city.

Alternative: Drakken invites team Go to the lair for a family reunion.

Drakken and Hego would formally introduce themselves to each other and Shego would try and go away but gets stopped by the Wegos who surround her with hugs. Eventually she just gives up and everyone goes to GoTower or Lair.

Drakken + the Go brothers impressions:

Wegos & Drakken: The twins would probably be neutral over Drakken. He looks a tad boring to them compared to the Go villains. They are mischievous though and first pretend to be 1 sibling, making Drakken confused because he thought they were twins, then triplets??? Quintuplets?!? "Oh, just twins with multiplication powers, haha of course--." Drakken would also think they're around the age of Kim's brothers so he got them a pranksters' science kit as present. "How to build an atomic whoopy cushion? Neat!". Drakken is okay in their book.

Mego & Drakken: A looooooooooong silence between them. Mego and Drakken would probably start with having the least common interests, but something they both like to talk about is themselves. One would start talking about some anecdotes connecting to their line of work, then in turns they interrupt each other to tell another 'funny story that I just remembered cause of this story'. The conversation then turns into talking about Shego. Both of them then bond over getting onto Shego's nerves.. until Shego interrupts them "Hahaha, oh that's funny-- hey don't stop talking about me now, you guys seemed to have so much fun!" "Yes, uh, well, we're just--" "Boy! All that socialising sure dried up my throat. I'll get myself a water, would you like some too, Doctor Drakken?" "Why, yes Mego, here let me help you!!" And both of them hurry away into the kitchen before Shego can say anything. They also compliment each other's hairdo but secretly think it looks lame and theirs looks better.

Hego & Drakken: I feel like this is a double edged sword. They both like the Oh Boyz and probably would sing Karaoke during the party (making Shego and Mego cringe in their seats). They could talk about the fastfood industry/horeca in general and maybe Hego likes Snowman Hank as well.

Now the negative aspect. I think at one point during the party, Drakken might ask Hego something along the lines of "So, you are okay with your sister being evil? Running from the law? A super Villain's sidekick?" and Hego laughs it off, replying "Oh, yeah well, I'm not that worried. You see, if she's paired up with the likes of you, it'll be ok." At first Drakken might be flattered but then, "What do you mean, "paired up with the likes of me"?"

Hego explains that he knows that Drakken is no 'real villain'. After first seeing him, he looked up everything about Drakken in a villain database and concluded that Drakken is no real threat, at least not like the true villains that terrorise GoCity (according to him). Shego probably is the safest with Drakken cause she'll never be in real danger because of his shenanigans. Drakken will get fired up because this definetely hurts his ego. He will start getting real angry and tries picking a fight with Hego, telling him he's probably the reason that Shego left for villainy, because he's such a goodie two shoes that controls everyone like they're tools to get him in the best light and adoration of the city. Hego and Drakken will eventually get closer to actual fighting but Shego steps in, scolding both of them hard. "This is exactly why I didn't want to come." Shego grabs Drakken by his collar and heads out.

It's not the most perfect first meeting, but it's a first meeting nonetheless. I hope you liked my take on it!