#bianca may have figured it out

[achromatophoric]

Were-Raven Wednesday bringing all her friends shiny rocks as gifts… except she doesn’t ever tell them that she gifted them, instead just left them on their pillows, windowsills, one even in Divina’s duffel bag where she keeps her swimming gear.

The others believe it’s a threat of some sort, that perhaps someone’s found out about the Nightshade Society and start becoming suspicious.

In the Nightshade Society’s hidden library, three members go over a new discovery.

Bianca: *frowning* That’s a goddamn blue sapphire. Where did you find it?

Divina: *worriedly* It was in my swim bag.

Yoko: *studies the sapphire* It matches your eyes, babe.

Bianca: Just like the rest. Shit. That’s almost all of us, then. This can’t be a coincidence.

Bianca: Aquamarine in my fencing duffel, turquoise in Kent’s Switch case, smoky quartz in Ajax’s bong…

Bianca: That’s all the Nightshades except for—

Divina: *worriedly* Except for Yoko.

Yoko: *looks up*

Bianca: So, Yoko, have you found any gems in your stuff? Something that matches your eyes, like a ruby?

Divina: Or a garnet? Maybe a carnelian?

Yoko: *hesitantly* Not exactly.

Bianca: *eyes narrow in suspicion* Is that so?

Yoko: Bitch, don’t look at me like that! I haven’t gotten anything that matches my eyes, but—

Yoko: *rummages through her pockets* —I did find this stupid pebble… hah! Here!

With her exclamation, Yoko presents a small, oddly-shaped brown pebble. The two sirens crowd in for a closer look.

Divina: That doesn’t look like a gem. Heck, it looks more like dried mud.

Bianca: Huh. Where’d you find it?

Yoko: This fucking thing was in my favorite boots! I was walking on it all day. Stupid piece of shit hurt like a bitch!

Bianca: *glares at the rock* This doesn’t make any sense. It breaks the pattern. It doesn’t match your eyes and it’s not a precious stone.

Voice: That depends on your definition of precious.

The three girls jump in shock at the unexpected voice. Yoko’s pebble goes flying through the air, only to be caught by—

Wednesday: *studies the pebble* Hmn. This may not be a gemstone, per se, but it is by no means mundane.

Bianca: *hisses* Addams, you have got to stop doing that!

Wednesday: *ignores Bianca as she holds the stone out to Yoko*

Yoko: *takes it back* So do you know what it is?

Wednesday: That is a coprolite, also known as a coprolith.

Bianca: What the shit is coprolite?

Wednesday: *seems somehow amused* What indeed.

Divina: Wait, I think I remember something from that museum trip last month. It’s like a fossil, isn’t it?

Wednesday: How astute of you, Divina. You are correct.

Yoko: Okay, so it’s a fossil, but of what?

The seer appears to the ignore the question as she tucks away whatever book she came for. She begins to leave, only to pause at the bottom of the stairs up.

Wednesday: I’ll allow a single CAW CA—

Bianca/Yoko/Divina: 🤨😟🫢

Wednesday: *coughs and clears her throat* CLUE. I’ll allow a single clue, which is…

Wednesday: Tanaka is often full of it.

Bianca/Yoko/Divina: 😑🤨😦

Wednesday: Beyond that, you have your phones. Make use of them.

Bianca: *glares after Wednesday as she ascends the steps* Bitch.

Yoko: *already on her phone* Copralite. Copra—wait, no. Co-pro-lite! Got it!

Divina: What is it, babe?

Yoko: 😐

Yoko: 🤨

Yoko: 😠

Yoko: It’s shit.

Bianca: What?

Divina: *snags Yoko’s phone and reads*

Divina: She’s not kidding. It’s like fossilized dinosaur poop.

Yoko: *scowling* Are you fucking kidding me? You guys all get pretty gems and all I get is fucking Cretaceous crap?!

Yoko: *cries out* FUCK!

Divina: *tries to comfort Yoko* It’s okay, babe. Maybe it’s from something cool, like a T-Rex.

Yoko: *shouts at pebble* You better be a tyrannoturd or else I’m gonna—

Bianca ignores the tirade as she stares thoughtfully at where Wednesday stood only moments ago.

Bianca: *mutters to herself* Was ca-ca another clue? Or did she go caw caw, like a…?

[just-zy]

I chose you

pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem Reader!

summary: When Wednesday transferred to Nevermore, the school lacked the fiery hostile attitude Y/N always spat out, perhaps a change of heart. But frankly, it never left in the first place. Wednesday frequently hears of the comments about your temper all around nevermore—it's like living hell, they said. Well, she thinks otherwise.

A/N: okay hi, long ass "summary" but short ass oneshot, sorry, so readers ability? ignition touch, anything the reader touches can be ignited on command. Mhmm makes this less boring lmao, dk if the story still needed it tho. (w and r are dating!)

warnings!: reader's a big ass bully (but an absolute baby) to basically everyone LOL (idk this js sounded so fun to write, dk if others would agree), use of curse words (ton of them), arrogant reader idk

Masterlist

One way to make Y/N's blood boil was simply looking at her wrong, asking her stupid questions that held no common sense whatsoever, and definitely bumping into her, accidentally or not. You're in for one hell of a ride, you'd think she's kept that attitude bottled up all night, but the thing is, that temper doesn't die down easily. First thing in the morning, once you see her passing by the hallway, even just a glance, she surely wouldn't notice, right? Well you'd be entirely wrong.

Because after that glance, she'd be all up on you, no matter what.

"The fucks with you, huh? Got something to say, stoner?"

"Look at me like that again and I'll fuck you up, one on one, mermaid."

"I'm not entitled to control my anger because I don't care, you mutt!"

You were ignorant, an absolute arrogant jerk who looks down on everyone, literally. You may have been a high-achiever, sure but you were boastful about that too, you were better than everyone in the school premises, even Bianca Barclay has presumed you are.

Egoistic and all, you were top of the class, every class you took you outstood, even the teachers took accountability of the mistakes you mentioned about the way they educate.

Weems wasn't all too scared of you, she didn't have any reason to be, obviously, you basically saw her as a mother-figure, and you respect her too much to actually do something rebellious in the school. You've always said empty threats, from the very beginning, you claimed it as being bored all the time, so you rile up the students just for the hell of it. Hopefully that was why you were constantly high up your ass, although you've always wondered how Weems don't nag your ear off about your behaviour.

Then the goth gore girl came, you didn't think much of it, more so even glanced at the name of the introduction of the girl. However, it took you by surprise how the new girl stood out from the others, not that she tried, she just did. You had wanted to take a harmless nap in the middle of the class, but then you heard it, a question from the teacher that was quite tricky to answer. Plainly you wanted to show off, not like anybody expected less, it just runs to your veins like a satisfying clink of glass wine to brag about your brains.

Then, a beat. Before you could lift your head, you heard an unfamiliar voice that belonged to none other than Wednesday Addams herself.

Even after she got the answer correct, you'd still wonder how deep thought her response was, it wasn't indifferent to yours, but it definitely was something else. And that's all it took to get you hooked by the raven-haired beauty.

—

When Wednesday met you, you weren't uptight, you weren't intense nor did you act like a hardheaded maniac that all inside them was fined with anger complaints.

You were chivalrous, courtly and noble, totally the opposite of what people imagined you were to be in a relationship. Shocking.

But, you were committed, of course you were, and that felt like a stroke of luck for the Nevermore students, satisfaction. No more angry mob of knuckles so early in the morning welcoming violence, no more flaming wide arms trying to wager students with fist fights, or in a more unbalanced and prejudiced way—a lit of fists with the opponent stuck with non-magical hands, and definitely no more sharp tense stares that can bury you six feet under in under a second.

There wasn't a day where Wednesday had to question anything with you, she's now too smitten to care less about you. Today's just the start of a trial in understanding you better.

—

Wednesday was reluctant on following a panting Enid, tho the pup insisted that it was important, her hand hovering over Wednesday's while she had her brows scrunched, clearly annoyed.

"Touch me again and I'll have your limbs fed to your fellow pack of werewolves."

"Okay! Chill out! I can't breath- Y/N's.. well she's okay but these students were interrogating her and–"

Well that was all it took to have the goth girl stride all the way to her beloved who was apparently in some type of crisis.

"Quad!"

And she was full on sprinting, all the thoughts in her head were full of you, all of you. If you were okay, if you were still breathing fine, god forbid Wednesday gets none historical days.

"Y/N."

The way she says your name was like capturing you with cuffs that were too tight on your wrists, her voice so evident it made you halt.

There you were, standing with rage and destruction. The way she sees your eye twitching, your ball of fury hung in the air ready to strike another punch, the other hand of yours scooped on the collar of the student who obviously had the guts to say anything in the first place.

The image itself was disturbing enough to make someone run away and sob. Honestly, a random student passing by would probably do that.

"Wednesday..I– I'm.. Look I—!"

You stumble on your words. You never do.

Wednesday didn't need to say anything, she just huffs and turns but doesn't move until she hears your boots drawing near.

She doesn't wait for you to say anything else tho, that's when you knew you were in a tough spot.

Wednesday wasted no time, after you both got into your dorm, she immediately tends to your wounds that would soon make bruises all over. Your bloody knuckles, your busted lip. Of course she mildly thought you looked sophisticated, but you didn't need to know that. She's supposed to be upset with you.

"I didn't... start the fight."

Wednesday let out a hum, urging for you to proceed while she gently nurtures your injuries.

"They said something about you.", your voice wavers, on the public's eye it probably wouldn't have been anything serious, but to Wednesday? It was every feeling that she felt when she heard your voice that way, the ache in her chest was undeniable. It was everything she's ever loathed.

"That you were only with me now because.. you've never really seen me so pissed off. And well, it got to me, I know it shouldn't have but what if it were true?"

Oh, how Wednesday's cold heart ached.

Wednesday gave out a light sigh while still caring for your wounds, the way her fingers suddenly twitched every time she heard your voice quiver, the way she just wants to embrace you till everything feels better, till her everything feels better.

And that's just what she did.

Her light touches meant so much to you that if someone were to ask you what your weakness was? It would be Wednesday Addams.

"Ever since I've been held captive in this hellhole, trying to get out of this place, then I saw you, yet I didn't care. You saw me and thought it would be easy waltzing your way into my life."

It wasn't supposed to be funny, but it was. Well, to you. Your ego was so high up, her barrier broke just for you.

"Allowing you in my life may not have been a conscious decision at first, but choosing you to stand by my side was a deliberate and genuine one."

You sobbed into your lover's arms, pulling her impossibly closer to you, afraid if you let go, she'll vanish on thin air.

"And I will remain by your side, not out of obligation, but simply because I choose to, because I chose you."

She was never planning to let you slip away—not now, not ever.

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A/N: short and bad ik ugh i need to be on my A game next time, but anyway.. hope u enjoyed

[mediumgayitalian]

The best part of being his own camp counsellor is that he can wake up whenever the fuck he likes.

Nico’s a fan.

Because, however, his dumb ass made friends with the camp’s head medic, he doesn’t get to sleep in as often as he would like. He is instead often woken up before the clock strikes nine, which is a tragedy and one of the forty thousand reasons he is going to be present on Will’s judgement day. (The scales tip any which way on a regular basis, but as of last week, Will is going to hell. Unfortunate. Nico’ll still visit him, though. Bring him one half of a twizzler or something.) So when he wakes up, one lovely morning, mouth tasting like something rotted in it and sun well past halfway across the sky, he is capital-C Concerned.

What a horrible tragedy that is. Finally, for the first time in months, he was able to sleep in. And his first thought is not gratitude. Solace may indeed have to die — Nico was not this way before he started planting his annoying ass front and centre in Nico’s life. He’s quite fairly certain he used to be frightening and badass. Now Will orders him to drink milk for the sake of his calcium and he does. Gods.

“Morning,” he hedges, approaching the archery range, feeling marginally more alive than twenty minutes prior.

Kayla raises an amused eyebrow. “Dude, it’s, like, two.”

“Well fuck you, then.”

She smirks. “Aw, did baby not get his Sunshine fix of the day? Is that why he’s so grumpy?”

It really sucks that Will is so fond of his siblings. Nico wonders if Will would still like him if he knew how many times he daydreams of transporting Kayla onto the moon per day.

“As soon as I figure out which god would appreciate you as a sacrifice, you’re gone.”

“Yeah, right,” she snorts, turning away and lining up an arrow. She lets it fly, watching as it shaves a splinter off a hunk of wood fifty feet away. “You couldn’t get close enough to kick my ass before I’d skewer you, di Angelo.”

Remembering the warning arrow Kayla had shot through his shoulder last week, he wisely chooses not to press the matter any further. The power visibly goes to her head. Fuck.

“Just — tell me where Will is.”

“Why?” She strings another arrow. The grin on her face is a level of shit-eating that Nico has only before seen on a Stoll. She should spend less time around Julia, or else the camp is in for some serious trouble. “What are your intentions with my dear brother?”

Nico, on principle, refuses to answer that question. Kayla shrugs, finishing her shot and then turning around to stick her tongue out at him.

“No answer, no location! Find him yourself, loverboy. And remember that I am always watching.”

Stomping away, and ignoring the smile twitching at his lips — she is so annoying, truly, gods above he owes Bianca a thousand apologies for ever opening his mouth — he heads towards the infirmary. There are only six locations Will is at any given time, after all, except when he disappears for several hours randomly but Nico doesn’t know how to bring that up yet. As he approaches the infirmary, though, he hears it absolutely blasting with music, like genuinely shaking the ground a little bit, and knows exactly where to find him.

As he approaches the door, wincing at the door, he finds it closed. Odd — Will likes a breeze when he works. Even odder is the hastily-written sign pasted onto it:

ANNUAL CLEAN OUT DAY. IF YOU NEED ME, TOUGH SHIT. IF YOU NEED A BANDAID, TOUGH SHIT. IF YOU’RE BLEEDING OUT, CALL AN AMBULANCE AND PRAY. I AM BUSY.

(‘Busy’ is underlined three times.)

In smaller print, under the all-caps monstrosity, is:

Unless you’re Nico, in which case disregard the previous sentiment. No, Cecil, this does NOT mean you.

The note is written again in Ancient Greek, Latin, Spanish, Portuguese, French, Mandarin, Italian, Polish, Korean, Morse Code, and another ten languages Nico can’t even name. Actually, wait — the top left is Klingon. And middle right note does not appear to be language, showing instead a poorly drawn stick figure in armour being shoved into a cannon and shot into the sun by another poorly drawn stick figure in a lab coat. Nico loves a man who’s multi-talented, indeed.

Hesitantly, Nico cracks open the door. He is immediately assaulted by a solid wall of sound, and then nearly bowled over by the enigma himself, William ‘I Can Restructure A Human Brain But Cannot Tie My Shoelaces’ Solace. He catches himself at the last second, and then barely manages to catch Will, grabbing him around the waist just before his head hits the floor.

“Nico!” he shouts over the music, smiling brightly. “Hi! You’re here!”

“I’m here.” He can physically feel his voice cracking, but luckily the music drowns it out. Hopefully. “Uh, what’re you doing?”

“Cleaning!” Will straightens up, although he stays within the circle of Nico’s arms. Nico tries real hard to keep his gaze firmly planted on his face and not on the hands he still has in his hips. “I do it once a year, kick everybody out and deep clean the place. Helps keep it fresh and minimize the bloodstains on the floor.”

“Ah. And the music…”

“It’s fun!” Will shouts. He gasps when the CD player skips and a new song comes on, heavy base and funky synths blasting so hard the window panes shake. “Oh my gods! I love this one!” He turns his bright grin at Nico full force, absolutely no holdbacks on the dimples or freckles, gods help him, and bows cheekily. “Can I have this dance, good sir?”

“It’s Britney Spears’ Outrageous,” Nico protests weakly.

“Yeah!”

…Very, very weakly.

“…Okay.”

Will whoops, grabbing his hands and spinning him around. Nico yelps, nearly tripping over a cot, but when he looks back up Will has his eyes closed and is shimmying not unlike a worm on a fish hook, and it’s so ridiculous that he can’t help but laugh. Will pries one eye open, grinning widely, and shimmies harder.

“You’re such a dweeb!”

“Join me in the dweebiness! Free yourself!”

Nico rolls his eyes fondly, squeezing Will’s hand, and lets himself get ridiculous. He’ll deny it if anyone asks, but it’s fun.

…And not just because Will is next to him, smile brighter than any star, dancing like a massive dork, hand clasped in his.

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Pile One

Hello pile one, starting with the month of March, I see a lot of positive and joyful energy. I see the theme of joy and creativity as the main focus. I also see a lot of healing energy. I see this being a time for keeping yourself in a happy state of mind. Some of you may be getting more in tune with your spiritual journey. I also see a sprout of creative energy and imagination running free. I think it's important to hone in on that energy and use it. Overall, March is going to be a good, happy month.

Now moving into the month of April, I actually see it being similar to March. The positive energy is going to pass into April. I see April is going to be the month of wishes and joy. I think in April it's important to pamper yourself. I think you should do a little refresh/restart in April. Clean up and get rid of things you no longer need/want, and do a little shopping for new clothes, etc. It's an out with the old, in with the new type of mindset for the month of April that will do you some good and help you keep up the good energy.

Moving onto May, the theme is to step into the unknown and out of your comfort zone. The whole purpose for March and April is to get you ready and help with your confidence, and now it's time to actually step out there and go out and take risks (while obviously being safe) and see what's out there. Many of you may be on the shy, reserved side, but I think March and April are the months when you are meant to work on that to step out of your comfort zone.

Being in a more feminine energy (regardless of gender and sex) may help you these next three months. I think you need to prioritize your health. Eating and drinking healthily, getting enough sleep, and changing your style will be really helpful. You can expect a lot of change, and I can see you becoming a more calming and centered person. 

Extra: 4, 18, 555, 888, Libra, Gemini, Taurus, Aquarius, Pisces, Virgo, Leo, major/powerful energy, wishes, surprises, Spanish, Moon/Luna, games, union, relationship, shopping, skincare, prioritizing self, new era, joy, romance, confidence, pampering, positive outlook, Lily, Will, William, Teisha, Trisha, Trishnna, Bianca, nickname like B(ee) or V, ice skating, figure skating.

Pile Two

Hey pile two for the month of March. I see some victory coming your way. If you have been working on a personal project or for work, you may be getting recognition or a promotion. You are going to be winning in the month of March, and it's going to be a very victorious month for you. If you haven't put any of your work out there, and you want to, then this is the time to do it because the spotlight is shining on you.

For the month of April, I see there being a little bit of trouble. I can see there may be something from the past returning. There could be some type of pain or wound that hasn't fully healed, and it’s making an appearance again. This could cause a lot of feelings of disappointment and feeling trapped with no escape. For some of you there is something about moving/traveling. Obviously, this is not the best message, but at least you are getting a warning before the past comes back and creeps in on you. Whatever situation you are in and whatever past influence is going to cause this pain to resurface, you should talk to the people who support you the most. A friend, family, a therapist, or anyone you feel comfortable talking to.

In May, it's going to be very similar to April, so again, I encourage you to start doing shadow work and going to therapy. There could be some depression, boredom, and just a sense of not feeling where you should be. One minute you are on top of the world, and the next you are being dragged under. Listen, I know this isn't the greatest news, but hopefully you will be able to heal, and it will all pass.

Something you need to work on is gaining the ability to let go. I think some of you may struggle with change and letting things go. I think if you keep being like this, then it's only going to keep hurting you in the end. Allow yourself to let go of what's hurting. You don't need to keep carrying it around with you. Whatever choices you made have already been made, so don’t let it keep holding you down. Be kind to yourself.

Extra: 10, 33, 39, 45, L, Leavi, P, Pen (nickname) G, Grace, Gertrude, Gretta, T, Tommy, signs pointing to yes, YES! A lot of yeses, Dutch, Africa, Spring, Brown, pink, Sagittarius, Scorpio, fire signs, Burning Down, Alex Warren ft. Joe Jonas, moving, can’t move, restricted, faith, spiritual, epiphany, “In the darkest times, hope is something you give yourself.”

Pile Three

Hi pile three for the month of March. I see it's going to be a little bit of a struggle. For the month of March, you may be going through some type of loss of sorts. I see many of you could be going through some hardships financially wise. A loss of a job or something takes a jab at your expenses. You could try setting aside whatever spending money you have so you can be prepared. Some of you could have some trouble (and this moves into April) with the law in some way. A ticket, divorce, child support, etc.

Some of you will still be dealing with the loss in the month of April and could be dealing with some law enforcement issues. Others of you will be gaining the strength to get out of that hole. You could slowly start getting back into the groove of things and slowly get your structure and routines.

In the month of May, I see things being better and you being in a better place than you were in March and April. I see some joy being restored and being more fulfilled and happier. Everything will return to a balance for you. There is going to be more success for you after this loss.

 I gave the advice to pile two to talk to people for support, and I think you should do the same, but pile three, I do caution you a little about who you tell things to. There may be someone close to you praying for your downfall. Just be cautious. You also may notice that things could be going really quickly, and you could struggle with keeping up. Everything will work out in pile three.

Extra:14,24,48, 333,Q, Quincy, Money, Friend, Denial, sad, karmic, older, Influences, Feb, Deja Vu, remain positive, eye(s), a cage, reflections, write your dreams out, signs in dreams. 

I didn't get that many signs for this pile.

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ welcome to my better cr. same me, but with rich people privileges and a roman postcode. the cobblestone streets? stunning. rome wasn’t built in a day but it will take my shoes out in one. thankfully, my bank account now pretends to support my expensive taste, so we suffer in style. independence is about to taste like espresso and fresh cornetti. am i going to thrive? we’ll see. will i commit to the bit with full enthusiasm? absolutely. ୨୧

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 - 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟖𝟒

if you thought what was in my room was fun, wait til you see what’s in my apartment, mind you it overlooks the colosseum (yes, i’m geeking). in case i haven’t made it clear this is me, living abroad with money to burn...anyways. my apartment? where do i begin? one bedroom, one bath, a spacious living room, a classic kitchen, and views so breathtaking they almost make me forget how much i’m paying in rent. just kidding. i’m financially responsible (a lie). the ceilings, you ask? high. the windows? dramatic. the natural light? so good it practically demands i become a morning person..unfortunately, i remain immune. my living room is perfect for having people over, if i ever decide to be social. otherwise, it serves its true purpose (naps). now..the kitchen? charming, classic, and mostly untouched because let’s be real i’m keeping the local restaurants in business. but i did script a grocery store nearby because i simply cannot wait to spend an absurd amount of money on fruit, fruit, and more fruit. IMAGINE THE PRODUCE. peak main character behavior is romanticizing fresh figs like they’re a personality trait. also, there’s a pilates studio within walking distance because balance (i scripted it in). will i go regularly? maybe. will i feel superior just knowing it’s there? absolutely. all that’s left is for me to dramatically sip espresso on my balcony and pretend i have no responsibilities. sigh.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐢 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚 - 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠..

you might be wondering… jasmin, what exactly are you doing in rome? excellent question. just vibing. but i figured i needed at least one semi respectable reason to leave my apartment, so i enrolled at rome’s university for marketing and graphic design. am i passionately pursuing a career? partly. due to obvious reasons, mainly perfecting the fine art of editing aesthetic pictures. clearly, this is less about career ambitions and more about having a mildly intellectual hobby (and a student visa). though, it might come in handy…am i secretly plotting to take over vogue italia? i’ll update you on that. yes. i also made sure my schedule is laughably slow paced, because stress? in this reality? couldn’t be me. i’m shifting here to romanticize my life, spend an unreasonable amount of money, and get called bella on the daily.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 - 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

playing social life architect for this dr? a first. casting my own friend group? elite decision. enter: bianca, alessia and giulia (aka the roma gals). all born and raised in rome and fluent in girltalk and italian, naturally. did i script myself to be fluent? obviously. we’re a unit. a force of nature. so synchronized we practically communicate through looks alone..but let’s be real. i’m still their little foreigner, their beloved study abroad kid who somehow infiltrated the group and is now simply part of the infrastructure. we’re basically a packaged deal. the group chat? a constant stream of chaos. the plans? always almost canceled because of my taurus tendencies. alas, they know where i live and trust me, will show up. it’s a “just an aperitivo” turning into alessia passionately debating politics with the cab driver at 2am. simply put? i may have scripted them, but they are absolutely unscripted.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚 - 𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐞

some things remain constant across every reality, my love for theo is one. i needed my man. this time, theo is lorenzo. same essence, different name. the multiverse is vast but somehow he always ends up here, next to me. fate? destiny? an unshakable gravitational pull? or just me refusing to script a dr without him? interpret as you will. lorenzo is basically theo, just with a rebrand. scripted differently but make no mistake, it’s still him. and this time? no acting. i simply would’ve lost my mind knowing what goes down on set. instead, he’s the ceo of a film production company in rome. he spends his time producing and marketing independent films. emphasis on independent. because mainstream nonsense? not on his watch. he’s all about classic cinema, deep character development, and historical narratives. if the script lacks substance, he’s simply not answering the call (love that for him). but don’t let the job title fool you. this man, this highly respected ceo, still zips around rome on a vespa like he’s in a 1950s arthouse film. why? because he still hasn’t gotten his driver’s license. make that make sense. his work schedule? flexible. no soul crushing 9-to-5 here. he’s selective with his projects, only taking on what aligns with his vision..basically passion projects, handpicked with precision. some men choose their battles, lorenzo chooses his films. and, apparently, chooses to never set foot in a driving school. as for us? we’re private but not a secret. media speculation? not our problem. and financially? let’s just say, between his thriving career and my ability to script whatever i want, my romanticized roman lifestyle isn’t exactly suffering.

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the script is done and the vision? fully realized, already romanticized to perfection. all that’s left is for me to step into it. when i do? consider me italian (and probably running late).

gelato in hand, 𝐣𝐚𝐬 “𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐞” ୨୧

[420days]

CONGRATS | TRICK ୨ৎ

“Hmp.” Jamira tapped her footed as she stared at the television screen. She just witnessed her on and off boo, sneaky link, or whatever she called at the moment win his second NXT championship.

Even though she was proud of him she wouldn’t tell him because the two of them currently weren’t on good terms. They got into a big argument after she found out he was texting some girl and the two haven’t spoke since.

Trick tried reaching out to her the first couple of days but after that he said fuck it. It was now going week three and neither one of them caved in. Little did they know they were both missing each other more than anything.

“You going to celebrate with your boo?” Bianca said as the two of them sat next to each other. Narrowing her eyes Jamira looked over at her best friend and pursed her lips.

“Y’all still not talking?”

“Nope, I don’t have shit to say.” She shook her head and picked at the sequence on her gear.

“But I thought- nevermind.” Bianca mumbled making Jamira snapped her head in her direction.

“You thought what?”

“Nothing girl, Im not trying to be into it with man. I should’ve never said anything.”

“Bitch, don’t do that cause I would tell you something about Tez if Trick told me. I’m not gonna say nothing to him just tell me.” Jamira said, eager to know what was said.

“You better not! Tez was telling me that Trick told him that he didn’t text the girl. She’s his ex and was texting him. The two of them used to talk but once he started feeling you he cut ties with her.”

Feeling me? What is she talking about? Trick and I were purely sex. At lease that’s what she thought.

“His ex?” Jamira raised her eyebrows.

“Yeah, that’s what Trick told him. He was also saying how he felt about you but Tez wouldn’t tell me because he knew I was gonna tell you.” She rolled her eyes.

“That’s interesting cause I never heard of a ex but it’s whatever. I’m not tripping about it.” Jamira shrugged her shoulders and acted as if she didn’t care but in reality her mind was racing.

“Girl! Go make up with your man! I’m about to go find mine but let me know how it goes. Then again I may be able to tell by your walk tomorrow.” She smacked Jamira’s thigh before running off down the hall.

“She’s something else.”

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Later that day

“You not going out to celebrate?” Melo asked as the two of them walked down the hallway.

“Nah, I’m finna head back to the hotel and call it a night. I’m not feeling celberating tonight.” Trick shook his head. Everyone was congratulating him on the win except the one person he wanted to talk to.

“I feel that we had a long night and shit.” He spoke but Trick zoned him out when Jamira walked past him like she didn’t know him. As much as he wanted to grab her he knew better than to cause a scene at work.

“You still ain’t fix it yet?” Melo sucked his teeth and looked over his shoulder at Jamira.

“Nah, I’m about to. I had other shit on my mind.” He mumbled once they reached the lockeroom.

“Well you better focus on her before you lose her. That’s why I told you that situationship bullshit ain’t worth it.” Melo told him and he nodded his head. He knew everything he was saying made sense but it was just a matter of actually doing something about it.

“I hear you, I’m about to fix shit now”.

After leaving the arena and driving to the next city Trick wasted no time making his way to Jamira’s hotel room. Surprisingly all he had to do was tell them he was her boyfriend and that was enough for them to tell him what room she was in.

“What are you doing here?” She mumbled as she pulled her robe closed and stuck her head out the door of the hotel room.

“We need to talk.”

“It’s three in the morning. You couldn’t do this tomorrow?” She rubbed her eyes.

“Nah, I didn’t want to go another night not talking to you and figuring this shit out. Can I come in?”

“Um sure.” She stepped back from the door and allowed him to come inside.

“What are we doing?”

“No what are you doing? I found messages in your phone not the other way around.” She scrunched her face up at him.

“Those are from an ex. I don’t fool with her anymore.”

“You never mentioned an ex.”

“Why would I? I stopped dealing with her two years before I even met you.”

“It’s just weird I don’t know. Why isn’t her number blocked? When’s the last time y’all had contact?”

“We didn’t necessarily end on bad terms so there wasn’t a reason for me to block her. We broke up and stopped talking for a long ass time and then right before I met you she tried rekindling but I told her I was cool on that.”

“When she text it was random and out of the blue. I ain’t never lied to you about nothing and I don’t have to.” He shook his head.

“When’s the last time you had sex?” She asked him.

“On a balcony in Cali.” He said and she instantly got flashbacks of the night they shared. He turned her every way but loose that night and that’s the same night she saw the messages from his ex.

“Hmmm.” She nodded her head slowly as she stared off into space. Standing up from the chair he walked over to her and hoisted her into his arms, resting his hands on butt. Immediately her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms found their way around his neck.

“I missed your pretty ass Jimi.” He kissed her thick lips as he laid her on the bed and laid between her legs. The two of them shared slow nasty tongue kisses as her hands ran up and down his beautiful body.

“You gonna let me take care of you?” He mumbled as he stood up and pulling his shirt over his head. Nodded her head she allowed him to untie the silk pink robe she was wearing and reveal her naked body. Being that she slept naked it was the closest thing she could throw on and answer the door.

“Hmm, you always do.” She stared up at his 6’4 statue that was standing over her. Underneath him she felt so small compared to him and she loved it.

After stripping out his clothes her grabbed the back of her knees he bent her legs back enough to expose her vagina that was already leaking and aligned himself with her center.

“Mmmh, baby.” She moan as he slide inside of her wet walls, filling her up. Immediately she squeezed around him causing him to let out a groan.

“I know you missed me mama but you gotta loosen up so I can make you feel good. Can you do that for me?” He tapped her thigh and leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips.

Nodding her head she adjusted to his size and allowed him to move in and out of her. Her moans immediately filled the room as he gripped her ass cheeks and bottomed her out.

“That feels good ma?” He asked as he pressed his hands against her legs pushing them back towards her head as he went deeper with each stroke, circling his hips to hit her spot.

“I love hitting it like this. I get to see your pretty ass face while I’m in it. That shit is so sexy.” He whispered in her ear.

All Jamira could do was moan and take every thing he was giving her. There was never any running with him so she learned to take it and let him talk her through it in the process.

“You didn’t even congratulate me.” He smacked her ass as he continued drilling her. The room was filled with her moans but he wanted to hear from her mouth how he was making her feel.

“Trickkk.” She whined into his neck as she felt herself getting closer to her climax. Her legs were shaking and tears were streaming down her face.

Three weeks was too long to go without her man.

“You not proud of me?” He gripped her chin and forced her to look into his brown eyes. He wanted her to feel the same way he felt when she ignored his messages and walked past him at work.

“I am baby. I’m so proud of you.” She mumbled as her eyes became heavy and her toes curled.

“I appreciate that baby. I appreciate you so much.” His strokes got slower and sloppier as she came all over him and let out the loudest moan.

It wasn’t long before he felt himself reach his peak and he ejaculated on her stomach.

“Damn baby. I missed that.” He breathed out before kissing her lips and letting go of her sore thighs.

“I missed it too baby.”

tags: @bebesobrielo @trentybenty @amandairene88 @kiki1704 @paigereeder @uceyliyahh @skyesthebomb @yeaiamme2

[akkpipitphattana]

you know, i have reason to believe that bison is not as naive about kant as we’re being led to believe right now.

in neither 10 things or taming of the shrew is bianca ever unaware of lucentio/cameron’s intentions and motivation. in 10 things, cameron is never pretending to be anyone else to begin with and is very open about the fact that he’s interested in her and it’s bianca that uses and manipulates him. whereas in taming, lucentio disguises himself as a tutor for bianca so that way he can woo her without her father knowing, but even still he tells her immediately in their first lesson who he is and what his intentions are. even with that, though, she still has a line about not knowing or trusting him.

in the heart killers, kant isn’t being forward about part of the reason he wants to get close to bison, and we’re sort of being led to believe that bison is taking kant at face value about wanting to be with him. however, immediately when kant walks into the burger shop, bison is suspicious. yes, he drops that rather quickly, but if the ost is anything to go by, maybe he’s just playing along.

which kind of brings me to the main evidence i have at this point - the lyrics of the ost very bluntly lays out the fact that the singer (bison) knows their love interest (kant) is up to something but that he’s willing to play along while continuing to question their motives the whole time. plus, we already know bison is perfectly capable of acting sweet and trusting when he’s actually not - we see that in the first five minutes.

additionally, i was thinking about kant’s “if i be waspish, best beware my sting” tattoo, which is a direct line from taming that katherine says. out of context it obviously foreshadows that bison needs to be careful of him, but in context, petruchio replies with “my remedy is then to pluck it out.” aka, he is aware she might sting but he’ll pull out the stinger entirely. if we look at that in parallel to kant and bison, it implies that bison again may likely be aware of kant’s true nature and his goal is subdue him in some way - to tame him, despite them not being based on those characters.

honestly i don’t think the betrayal and broken trust of it all is gonna be as big of a reveal as we may be thinking - i think bison already knows kant isn’t being 100% truthful and will probably figure it out himself what he’s hiding somewhere along the way

[toa-archive]

Nari Design Path

We're now on the final of the trio and we're finishing up with Nari! Part of the reason she's last is there is So Much and given smacked straight into the image limit it was the right call. Think she is also a great reminder that there is no "central hub" for finding information scattered across multiple artists with some being lost over time. The only place that is anything like that is the Dreamworks vault, all this is by one dedicated person who despite doing their best can still miss things.

As ever with these it is far from impossible something else will belatedly turn up. Should this occur, wherever it is added will have a [/edit xx/xx/xxxx] which includes a date marker. Just makes it easier to find the “new” thing :)

Much like with Skrael opening with these guys again if for flow reasons this time round. Francisco Ruiz Velasco had his own stab at a bunch of wizards which are nigh impossible to pin down if it was for any of the Arcane Trio specifically or not. This one will very understandably appear in all three as there could well be a Nari potential here for all we know.

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Next up is Yingjue Chen's initial forest wizard concepts which you may recognise from the Bellroc thread. We've even got some deer ankles going!

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Her next iteration is Nari as we know her for the most part if more "adult" in appearance, longer hair, possible deer ankles and lots of veils.

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The "adult" Nari has popped up one other time namely through Francisco Ruiz Velasco doing his own exploration of the nature wizard and funky magic vines.

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After this it was decided to make Nari "younger" and more childlike in stature though at this point still keeping everything else about her design. Fandom has generally fallen into two camps as either seeing her as a literal child sharing a weird spot with Skrael there or as a small adult. This is in part why the quotation marks are being used. Next to her here is the nature wizard design recast as Bellroc before they went off to a different artist. This is Yingjue Chen again!

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For some reason have the left image entirely on its own and not entirely sure why. Anyway.

On the right is more veil tests that were tried out until it was decided it would be cost prohibitive, a common reason for cape loss in animation. Her hair was shrunk into the snazzy braid for the same reason. Her design would have further tweaks before settling, notably in the legs and how the leaf plates fit together if you compare the above and the below.

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After this we have Nari's paint over a Leo Sanchez Studios model complete with callouts! Thinks ended up being tweaked a little bit more which really shows how iterative the process of concept to final design can be. Bonus is good reference particularly for that braid.

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This is the point where you will see some creative work arounds for the image limit. Prior to his website being changed, Ivan Gozali had a bunch of sketches, some Bellroc sketches and a Jilaire beatboard. The Nari ones are still accessible through instagram if small. These are a smidge bigger though have been grouped into twos because of aforementioned limit.

He does mention a very interesting tidbit however:

Some character studies of Nari. Early in production we didn’t have much to go on. There were several design iterations, we even had several name changes. I was never much of a “concept” artist so please excuse with these off-proportion drawings. I always find joy exploring character behaviours and attitude.

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In addition there was this little animation which is on both instagram and on his tumblr. There he says:

Nari character from Wizards, inspired by a ‘feral boy’ character from Road Warrior, which was a good jumping point, but I’m mostly inspired by @glenkeaneprd Tarzan test.

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Also by one of the storyboarders we have this series of art by Bianca Siercke. Completely non-canon these were part of figuring out her character and no doubt helped the boarders figure her out best for drawing as well.

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This can of course also mean rock fists. Specifically in this case to quote:

"Nari playful personality was especially fun because of how it might effect her fighting style". "This was one of the explorations I did to figure out what kind of magic she might use".

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"This was an exploration of how Nari's magic might change depending on her mood".

Given she can use plants like a telephone according to Aaron, murder hands seem fair even if they were just part of figuring her out.

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"These were explorations trying to find Nari's personality and magic ideas. They're non canon".

This is the last one! Ironically enough the seeds did come back in a sense in the form of her potted plant in Rise of the Titans.

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Decided to add a trio of bonuses just for fun. You might have noticed the Order pops up in the Wizards credits sequence though unlike Trollhunters and 3Below, it is not Headless Studios. They were drawn in a similar way though! They are by Alison Donato.

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Now firmly onto RotT related artwork, these various disguises for Nari are by Betsy Bauer painted over Yingjue Chen's original! Should you so desire you can have chav Nari in your works and point to this as to why.

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Thanks to Andy Murray we have a paint and orthographic turnaround of the chosen Nari in a giant beanie. Gives a good look at the t-posing model as well should you need it.

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This is also a great excuse to yet again break out Francisco Ruiz Velasco's Order band poster again! Some imagery shenaniganry was done purely to ensure this got in here again.

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Returning to Yingjue Chen a moment, Nari's staff! This and Alison Donato's credits paintings are the only currently known artwork of it. It might not have been used much but she does very much have a stick just like the others.

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In the previous two design paths this is about when the Art of Wizards panel gets pointed to with the really tiny screenshot. In a unique twist to Nari and as a boon when smacked into the image limit, we have the full-sized versions of the very art shown there!

Next to the very tiny Nari is the left most vine.

And beside it is both the "flame" and the beam that will be used to bass boost the Heart of Avalon specifically. The below was originally on Betsy Bauer's website though is no longer available. Why things are saved off :)

Do you recall the green butterflies/moths Nari seemingly produced out of nowhere while at Hex Tech? Well thanks to Isaac Orloff we have their orthographic and their glowy effects!

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Moving onto the RotT spell front, when Betsy Bauer revamped her website it came with some brand new art we hadn't seen previously. Not only does it show her potted plant unfurling and name it as a passion flower, there's an additional view of Nari in her "Fish fear me" hat.

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We have that same flower exploding into a massive vine. Even has a callout specifically to Betsy Bauer's spell effects which is neat! This one is by Sean Wang.

Returning to Andy Murray a moment, we have the glow up eye effect for Nari. While not shown here for image limit reasons, the mind swap between Douxie and Nari effects plus the ripping him outta there is on the same sheet. The one below, which is purely Titan related has been cropped for fitting this post reasons only.

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This is the Arcane Circle for Nari which is shown on the Earth Titan. The Genesis Seal marker is on the same row as Bellroc so is not shown here. As above it has been cropped for fitting this post reasons only. This time they are once again by Sean Wang.

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Sean Wang also has this on her website showing additional effects and the rune usage on Nari specifically. The artwork on the left is from one of Alfonso Blaas' colour keys which shows the Genesis Seals being opened.

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Nearly there now! While mentioned earlier and to fit with the format of the other two posts, one of Nari's in development names was Ilnara which we found out thanks to Bianca Siercke.

To close up on a fun note, Yingjue Chen has a headcanon of "adult" Nari having Excalibur which Schildwand went and cosplayed!

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With the trio now complete, all the link hops between now work! When this is uploaded please allow chance for the links to Nari to be updated on the other posts.

Bellroc - Nari - Skrael

[ds-sparrow-manufacturing-co]

everything we know about host!vic’s childhood

(a sisyphean attempt to figure out what the fuck their backstory is)

will this make complete sense? no! absolutely not! and it’ll probably change in two weeks time! but i have thoughts and i am announcing them via megaphone

also for ease i’m referring to them as ‘the host’ rather than ‘host!vic’ for the remainder of this post

the host’s birth family

we know the host was at one point raised by both their parents. were they together? god knows. at some point, their father abandons them/the family and moves to miami, leaving the host and their twin sister katie behind. it’s likely this happens when the host is 7 or younger, as they spend a large amount of time with their grandfather and nana from that age onwards.

when the host is 12, they’re still living with their mother and katie, who doesn’t come to their birthday party, implying that at this time either their father hasn’t left yet or, my belief, that their grandfather and nana are taking partial custody of the twins (well, it’s probably more that their mother is kinda just leaving them there for days at a time)

on the topic of the grandparents: we know the host had a grandfather (bill) who was married to their biological grandmother, who died before the host was born. bill then marries nana. the host also mentions their grandmother on their other side, who apparently takes a lot of cruises.

based on all of this, i believe bill & nana are the host’s maternal grandparents, and their unnamed grandmother is their paternal grandmother. this would suggest that they still had some contact with their father’s side of the family after he abandoned them, although considering she’s always on a cruise she may be avoiding the host and/or their family.

at some point after the host’s 12th birthday, their mother abandons(?) them and katie, and the two live with bill and nana for an undetermined amount of time. somewhat soon after this - when the twins are still young enough not to be safe home alone for too long - nana abandons them for four days, leading to bill divorcing her.

after this… we don’t know a ton. katie and the host grow apart, and as katie mentions their father abandoning them but not their mother it’s likely that she reconnected with their mother at some point. at some point so does the host, although they clearly still have a very strained relationship with their mother considering she refused to come to their birthday.

at some point, bill dies and his entire inheritance goes to nana. this isn’t super important to the timeline but depending on when this happens, it might explain their obsession with money as a power symbol. also the hayes steele thing. in my mind those two are connected but that’s up for interpretation.

as the host is apparently set to be the sole person organising nana’s funeral, it’s likely this was true for bill’s as well. we don’t know how old they were when bill died, but given katie’s absence from the funeral planning it could be assumed that she’s living with their mother at this point while the host is/was living with bill?

so, in summary, my best attempt to figure out the timeline is as follows: the host’s parents split up when the host and katie are around 7, and the two are left in the care of their mother, who regularly leaves them with their grandfather and nana. the host and katie grow apart, and around the age of 12 their mother leaves for a long period. during this time, nana leaves the two home alone for four days, leading to her divorce from the twins’ grandfather. their mother returns, and katie goes to live with her, while the host stays with their grandfather (who may be the only healthy adult in this whole family).

bonus thoughts:

if you subscribe to the idea that the host and the bianca were childhood friends (which i do), they presumably met after the host’s 12th birthday considering she didn’t attend it. this… doesn’t really make the david situation any less fucked up

it’s obvious katie was the golden child, and based on her having been a popular girl and the ‘nerd alert’ thing from nana it’s pretty easy to guess that nana encouraged the two fighting/katie bullying the host (something that their father also seemed to encourage, if we take the sippy cup story from augbert as fact)

[devils-little-sistaaa]

Nico spends his entire childhood thinking his hair straight and very different from Maria and Bianca’s curly locks because he was a boy and it was the 1920-40s and he was practically forced to keep it short and conservative enough that it didn’t curl because that’s the way his military upbringing and schools wanted his hair to be.

He has a faint memory of being a little jealous of their wild and free manes of curly hair, he thought they looked powerful and dangerous like a lion with their hair down and when they had it done up braided or some other way they looked regal and elegant and still just as powerful as a lion. He wanted to have hair like that but he never thought it was possible. He thought he inherited his father’s straight and slicked back hair genes.

He gets older and has no way of getting a decent hair cut after Bianca dies (maybe her and Maria used to cut it for him?) and he discovers that it’s curly. At first he thinks it looks a bit strange. It’s still too short to be a lions mane but he just can’t bring himself to cut it. It looks a little awkward for a while until he figures out how to straighten it and thus the era of the emo swoop begins.

At some point after the giant war he gets tired of straightening it and sees how long it is now and enjoys his lion mane. He discovers that it takes a lot of maintenance to look pretty like his families hair and tries his best. On some days it just doesn’t work though and he puts in a braid or ponytail or bun.

After his teenage years when his hair is finally done with its puberty stage it settles down and takes a consistent shape for once. Nico finds better methods and products through experimenting with it and manages it a lot better in his adult years. He may still have remnants of his fathers face but at least he can hide it in his mothers hair.

[pokemonblack3white3]

Since you so kindly drew my ocs (thank you so much btw)

Got any rambling about Movrim and its lore? Typing, legendary/mythical status I assume, etc. I’d love to hear about the silly little guy

YES I HAVE SO MUCH RAMBLINGS OKAY OKAY. OKAY

This is Movrim! He's a fakemon I designed and the partner pokemon of my OC, Lloyd.

Their story takes place in Unova about 5 years post Indigo Disk and 15 years post B2W2. At this point, Hugh is running a pokemon shelter. This strange pokemon, unlike any known species, is brought in injured. Even after he heals he is still incredibly weak, unable to hold his own in a battle. Professor Bianca comes around to try and help figure out his deal. Around the same time, Lloyd comes in with their mom to adopt their first pokemon.

Lloyd is a bit of a problem child. They have trouble communicating with people, only partially due to the fact that they're nonverbal, and is prone to emotional outbursts since they have issues with regulating their emotions, as well. They especially don't do well with strangers and can be incredibly rude, even if they really have a big heart and are endlessly kind and faithful to those they care about. Their mom thought a pokemon partner might help Lloyd out since they don't have much in the way of friends because of this.

When they meet, Lloyd and Movrim become fast friends. Bianca and Hugh aren't super comfortable with letting a little kid and an unknown pokemon hit the gym circuit together, but Llyod could clearly use a friend and is already helping the shy Movrim come out of his shell, so they let it slide- as long as they're checking in periodically with Bianca.

Movrim is a legendary, yes! He's a dragon-ghost type, and the fourth piece of Unova's original legendary dragon, its heart. Movrim is a bit like the counterpart to Kyurem, like Reshiram and Zekrom if they didn't completely hate each other.

This also means that when Team Plasma rolls back around for round three, they need Movrim for their biggest scheme yet: to bring together the original dragon and use its power to take over Unova. If they keep on combining dragons, eventually they'll have to make something strong enough that a teenager won't be able to destroy their entire organization. Even though Lloyd is quickly becoming a powerful trainer, they're still ten. The only reason Team Plasma doesn't initially just take Movrim from Lloyd from force is because Lloyd has an older brother, Darrion, who's pretty high up in Team Plasma and refuses to give out the order to harm his younger sibling, as estranged as they may be.

This turns into a bit of an issue for Team Plasma because while Movrim may have not been able to take on a sewaddle at first, his strength honest to god scales off the power of friendship. The closer he and Lloyd become, the more Movrim starts looking like an actual legendary dragon.

[bardic-tales]

Day 9 | Diana Ravenscroft | Day 11

31 days of FF 7 Headcanons: Day 10: Allies and Rivals

In today’s entry, we delve into the alliances and antagonisms that shape Diana Ravenscroft’s presence within the Final Fantasy VII universe. Unlike traditional bonds of camaraderie or enmity, Diana’s connections are transactional, strategic, and often laced with cruelty or obsession.

From her cold alliance with Professor Hojo to her volatile fixation on Bianca Moore, Diana’s relationships are a reflection of her ruthless pursuit of knowledge and power. Her interactions with figures like Sephiroth and Rufus Shinra expose the dangerous tightrope she walks: one lined with gods, monsters, and the consequences of playing with divine blood.

Possible Trigger Warnings : abuse (emotional, medical, and power-based), body horror, clinical detachment toward sex, medical experimentation, obsessive behavior, sexual content (non-explicit), torture (scientific and psychological), trauma references, violence (implied and described)

Diana Ravenscroft does not have friends. She has only assets, subjects, and strategic alliances.

Her closest ally, if one dares call it that, is Professor Hojo. Their bond is forged not from loyalty or affection, but from shared ambition, mutual disregard for ethics, and a clinical fascination with the divine and monstrous. Diana slept with Hojo once, out of sheer curiosity: biological impulse observed, analyzed, and swiftly discarded. She told him afterward, without emotion, that she didn’t see the point of copulation. Their dynamic is brutally pragmatic. Hojo trusts her with high-level projects because she delivers results, not because he likes her. In return, Diana tolerates his madness and arrogance because proximity to his legacy gives her greater access to forbidden knowledge and living weapons like Bianca Moore.

Speaking of Bianca, Diana considers her both a masterpiece of genetic anomaly and a personal obsession. Bianca is not just a rival. She’s the divine cipher Diana is trying to crack. She vivisected her, infused her with mako and Jenova and S-cells, and cataloged every drop of demonic blood for study.

But Subject N01, a celestial named Bianca Moore, was never truly subdued. Diana's rivalry with her is deeply personal, fueled by jealousy and intellectual fascination. Diana hides that fear well, but it informs her cruelty. Every incision she made into Bianca’s flesh was an attempt to dominate something she couldn’t fully understand, an immune system that defied humanity's, and to stabilize a program that was basically rotting from the inside out: the SOLDIER degradation and fatal illnesses, such as cancer. Bianca’s defiance haunts her, knowing that if she had not been recalled to Midgar that she would be among the causalities within the Shinra Mansion the night that Subject N01 broke free.

Sephiroth, on the other hand, is Diana’s silent death sentence. She doesn’t fear him outwardly. She’s too arrogant for that. She knows what he is, and more importantly, she knows what she did to what he calls his, one of the only beings that he considers family. To Sephiroth, Diana is not an obstacle. She’s a stain. She harmed Bianca: his Bia, his celestial mate, his sacred counterpart. Sephiroth may be calm, composed, and distant, but he’s also capable of cosmic violence with surgical precision. Diana is under no illusions. If she Sephiroth ever decided she’s outlived her usefulness, there will be no warning. She exists now only because he allows it.

Among the rest of Shinra, Diana cultivates working relationships based on leverage and power dynamics. She sees the Turks as blunt instruments: useful but not intellectually worth her time. Reeve is a nuisance, as he is too burdened by morality to ever be of real use.

Rufus Shinra, however, intrigues her. Diana suspects he may one day prove a more useful patron. But make no mistake: she does not trust anyone. She aligns herself with those who further her goals and cuts ties when they become liabilities. If Diana has allies, they are temporary props for a greater design.

In the Final Fantasy VII universe, Diana’s only true allegiance is to progress: for science, for power, and for unlocking the secrets buried in divine blood. Her rivals are living proof of her limitations: Bianca, who refuses to break; Sephiroth, who represents divine wrath; and even Hojo, whose madness she both enables and surpasses.

In this world of monsters and gods, Diana is the one who opens their veins. Not out of cruelty, oh no, but because she must know. Knowledge, however, has consequences, and in this universe, a god feels and remembers what was done to his consort.

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[cabin-7-gal]

If Bianca survived

Ok, so here's the thing, when I read TTC I was almost sure Bianca survived, "the prophecy said someone would be lost, not dead" -delulu ass

Looooooong post ahead:

Things go like canon until the junkyard, where bianca survives but gets stuck below alot of things for like— 6 hours before getting herself free

Meanwhile after the quest: Nico asks where his sister is and it goes a little like this:

Nico: where's my sister?

Percy: she wanted me to give you this...*hands nico the Haides figure*

Nico: y-you promised!!! I hate you!

Percy: *already desperate* Nico wait! The prophecy said one would be lost not that one would die, prophecy many times hade double meaning!

Nico: *pauses* I-I.... NO, I don't believe you! You let her die! *runs away*

Nico still runs away but the seed of doubt is planted

Things go on as normal, Minôs gaslights Nico into thinking Bianca is dead, in this there's isn't the IM that shows Percy Nico

The whole Labyrinth ordeal happens, Nico declares himself as the ghost king and tries to summon Bianca. Maria appears instead of the girl, Nico is confused

Nico: ...mom? W-were's Bianca?

Maria: my son, my boy, how much you've grown... but also so small.... Nico have you been eating at all?

Nico: don't change the subject! Where's my sister, where's the person that actually took care of me since she was 6!

Maria: ...Nico, I'm so sorry for not being there for you, now I see how I badly I messed up. And about your sister, I don't know, she isn't here.

Nico: addio, mamma... *unsumons Maria*

Maria right before fading: Figliolo, per favore non privarti della felicità, non meriti la sofferenza. Cerca di essere un bambino e non dimenticare mai di essere amato.

After the Battle of the Labyrinth Nico stays in camp, in the first night he knocks on Percy's door; "Percy, I had a nightmare, can I sleep with you this night?" Also he goes to the underworld on weekends cuz I said so (where are my good dad!Haides fans)

TLO:

The hunters come, Thalia address to Percy: "there's someone that wants to see you" from out of the shadows a girl appears, she looks like to be around 15 with a messy black hair, kind green eyes, it was Bianca, with many scars that weren't there before and instead of a silver overcoat she was using a camouflage one filled with colorful patches, the slight silver glow was nowhere to be seen but she was glowing metaphorically "where's Nico?" Bianca exclaimed

The Di Angelo's reunion is very emotional and fluffy and they lived happily ever after (until camp Jupiter but that's a story for another post)

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“Hm,” Piper says, fingers steepled. She looks very intently at the air in front of her. “Hm.”

Nico scowls impatiently. “Feel free to be helpful at any given time. Now, even, if you’re so inclined.”

“Have you considered that the reason you’re so infatuated with Will is because you may be blessed by Apollo?”

“I’m infatuated with Will because he is the physical manifestation of everything I value in a person,” Nico says automatically. Then he frowns, processing the rest of Piper’s sentence. “Wait, what?”

Nico understands his error as the grin on her face stretches into something truly grotesque. “I was going to make a joke about your drama levels, but thank you for that. I’m really looking forward to telling several dozen people and delighting in the knowledge that you’re going to curl up into a bundle of humiliation under your bunk tonight as you think about it.”

Instead of answering, Nico decides to walk away. Since there is so much blood concentrated in his skull, resting mostly around his face region, he takes two steps and begins to pass out, but luckily Piper has followed him and impedes a head injury by gripping his arm and merrily forcing him forward.

“So,” she says, steering them towards the amphitheatre, “what’s Plan B?”

“Bold of you to assume there was a Plan A.”

“You like Sunny Boy way too much to walk in there blind.”

“…Touché.”

She’s smug enough to be silent, slinging an arm over Nico’s shoulders as they walk. The closer they get, the harder Nico is forced to grapple with just how godsdamn much he’s softened. I want you to be happy, Father had said. Camp will be good for you, Chiron had agreed. You’re a little twit and need socializing, Mr. D had snipped.

Nico needs a better father figure. He wonders if Paul Blofis’ offer is still open.

The amphitheater is not, of course, empty when they arrive, because Nico knows the Fates personally and each of them despises him. The actual training part is empty — unsurprising — but the stands are moderately filled, with people gossiping, braiding hair, and if Nico is not mistaken, a small, pop-up nail painting salon. Mitchel lifts a purple-smeared hand in an absentminded wave as they step onto the packed dirt.

Nico ducks under Piper’s arm, turning to face her. “I need to fight you,” he informs her. “For my own personal pride.”

She nods thoughtfully. “It does indeed need restoring.” He curved, icy blade gleams in the early afternoon sun, mirroring her dangerous smile. “Square up.”

Since honour is for nerds, Nico doesn’t bother waiting. He simply attacks, lunging for the left side Piper always leaves open. Unfortunately for him, her recent meddling in his love life means her mother has blessed her with a little sprinkling of extra verve, and she dodges easily and cheerfully.

He sends a glum mental prayer down to his father.

Anytime you’re feeling generous, Pop, he grumbles, I would love a boost.

There’s an actual rumble to the ground, as his father laughs at him.

“Real kind,” he says out loud. “Dick.”

“I wonder if you would have more success in the wooing department if you had conversations outside of your own head,” Piper says sweetly. She spins her sword in a neat little circle by his face. “All bay brooding makes you look so…broody.”

Nico scoffs at her. “Will seems to like my broodiness. For some reason. So there.”

“And yet…” She trails off, shooting him a teasing look. Nico is unfortunately very easy to tease (thanks, Bianca) (and for that measure thanks, Hazel) (Reyna too, probably) (and honestly Annabeth) (gods, and Percy) (don’t even get him started on Leo) (really, it would be more prudent to name the people who do not take sick pleasure in driving him up the wall) and as such succumbs easily to her tormenting, taking a hard hit to the side when he’s too keyed up to avoid her spinning slash.

“Note to self, don’t let the monsters know about big embarrassing crushes,” she muses. “They make Nico sloppy and will get him killed in battle.”

She mimes writing something down. This, thankfully, leaves her distracted enough that Nico gets his sword levered against hers, twisting until she’s disarmed. She lifts both hands up in surrender when he points a sword at her throat, but remains entirely unaffected by his glare.

“Pride re-instated?” she asks.

Nico huffs. “No.”

…Yes.

“You’re such a grouch,” she says fondly. She tries to ruffle his hair and is forcibly stopped by his jab to her ribs. Unfortunately, Piper McLean takes no shit sitting down, and in a minute they’re on the floor, getting caked in dust, trying to see who can leave the most bruises on the other. Nico would wager that they’re just about tied.

“You have a list,” Piper grunts, muffled as she bites his bicep. He shouts, wrenching his arm away — she is pointy. “I have no idea what you’re all mopey about.”

He digs his knee into the small of her back. “I gave him flowers! He made a poultice out of them!”

“Technically, you made the poultice.”

He elbows her in the stomach. She shrieks and jabs her knuckles right under his eye.

“You’re so annoying!”

“You’re so annoying!”

“Ugh!”

“Ugh!”

Every part of Nico’s body aches. So badly. He’s not sure which one of them won their brawl, if either, but he knows for sure that he is actively turning purple. He feels like the first time his nonna gave him a hammer and a piece of cutlet — he was maybe five years old — and told him to flatten it. (He remembers, now, the look on her face as she wiped pulverized chicken flesh from her eye. Oops.)

“Go to Will and get healed up?”

Nico huffs a laugh, immediately wincing at the strain on his tender ribs.

“Yep. Let’s go.”

The walk is miserable and bruised. And slow, since both of them are limping. Several campers walk by snickering, since apparently Saving The Entire Damn World, For Real And Actually, You Ungrateful Brat, Should I Just Destroy It Again Then earns you no permanent respect.

It’s not too bad, though. Nico would rather chomp on concrete than admit it out loud, but Piper isn’t horrible company, and she hums when she walks. Bianca did the same thing. For once, it’s a pleasant reminder, although he does wonder if Nico will ever be able to look at the women in his life and not think of her.

(In all honesty, probably not. He sees her in the clouds, in the gnarled bark of the trees; feels her in the warmth of the sun; hears her in every snorting laugh. He likes to imagine how much she would love these women, though. If she were alive they would be her friends first. He knows she was happy with the Hunters, however briefly. He thinks he can maybe forgive himself if he thinks of her without weeping.)

“Least it doesn’t look too busy today,” Piper comments. She purses her lips at the Big House, which for once seems quiet. Perhaps Will made good on his threats and finally dosed the Hermes’ table breakfast spread with Benadryl. Nico would be proud. He deserves a day of peace.

“Great. That means we get the full force of Will’s bitching on us alone.”

Piper scoffs. “Please. You like it when he yells at you.”

Nico almost kills her for real. By the time she manages to kick him off of her, still snickering to herself, they both have a new layer of bruises on top of the old ones.

“Gods, di Angelo, you make it so easy —”

“Shut up,” he says hotly. “You are literally the most annoying person in this stupid camp.”

She sticks her tongue out at him. He scowls, kicking a rock to avoid kicking her and setting both of them off again. It rolls over the grass, pinging off the side of one of the many braziers and rolling finally to a stop back at his feet. In its new position, it perfectly catches the brightly shining sun, refracting the light in a dandelion-esque burst.

“Huh,” he murmurs.

Wincing at his stiff joints, he crouches, vaguely registering Piper pausing somewhere to the left of him. He scoops the little thing up, bringing it close to his face to inspect.

It’s roughly cut, so it’s not anyone’s jewel or anything. Some of the pieces are textured with tiny little divots, like a regular stone, but some are straight and flat and catch the light. Some kind of crystal, then. It’s dense, about the size of a walnut, and shaped kind of like a brain. It is a very familiar shade of blue.

“Holt Hades, you are sappy.”

Nico flushes, shoving the rock into his pocket. “Nobody asked you, Piper.”

“I asked me! I am always asking me.” She jogs to keep up with his suddenly speedy strides, gripping onto the elbow of his shirt when he tries to move faster. “Is this Plan B? Little gifts.”

“It’s a rock,” he says shortly.

“Diamonds are rocks.”

“I didn’t get him a diamond.” He pauses. “Should I get him a diamond?”

She shrugs. “I dunno. I’m not the one in love with him.”

“Who said anything about —”

“Nico! Piper! Hey!”

“Notice who he called first,” she whispers, right in his ear. She grins over at Will before he can say anything. Or curse her. “Hey, Will! How are you?”

It is unfair for a person to look good in mint scrubs. They don’t even suit him, not really, but he still looks — well, he’s beautiful. His hair is poofier than usual and sticks out like he stuck his finger in a socket, and his beam is so bright Nico has to genuinely squint to look at him, and how is it, honestly, that his freckles look like dappled sunlight? That’s not normal.

“I’m okay.” He waves them inside, not bother to close the door behind them — it’s nice out, and Nico knows he prefers the breeze and sun. “Bored.”

“Not enough ocular surgery to perform?”

Will’s grin turns wry. “Nope.” He reaches out to brush his thumb across Nico’s eye scar. He freezes, holding his breath, hyperaware of those callused fingers as they approach the ever-warming skin of his face, heart galloping in his chest. As soon as Will makes contact — because of course the touch was to get his vitals, c’mon, Nico, head in the game — he frowns.

“Why are so many of your capillaries burst?”

Piper smiles guiltily, holding up a hand.

“I beat him up.”

“Wha — you did not!” He turns to Will, indignant. “We beat each other up! She’s lying!”

Will sighs. He glares at them both for a full forty seconds, then turns his face up to the heavens, muttering something that sounds suspiciously like I do not deserve to be surrounded by this kind of dumbassery. Send lightning through the sky if I should let them suffer.

Nico waits. No lightning comes forth.

Will sighs. “Cot, let’s go, y’all know the drill.”

Piper mouths y’all as she sits down. Nico mouths eat dirt back at her.

“Now, I could hum sum’n and —”

“Sum’n,” Piper whispers delightedly. Nico ignores her.

“— get y’all fixed up good, but y’all’ve pissed me off good —”

Nico takes the initiative to pillow-smack Piper in the face while Will’s back is turned. Luckily, it muffles her shriek.

“— so I’m not gonna do all that.” He closes the cupboard with his hip, hands full of vials. “Ain’t even gonna waste ambrosia on y’all, honestly. Y’get some bruise ointment and a Tylenol ‘cause I know y’all were up to shenanigans.”

He puts a lot of emphasis on ‘nan’. Nico knows he is trying very hard to be stern, but he is in fact very cute, and Nico is putting a lot of his brainpower towards memorizing the specific wrinkle pattern that Will’s nose gets when he’s annoyed. If he says that Will looks like a bunny he might actually get shot, no matter how much Will allegedly seems to like him, so he manages to choke down the sentiment. But it is indeed there.

“— and take it easy, y’hear? Bruises don’t heal in a day.”

Gods, his eyes are really, really pretty. He’s almost tired of thinking it, but they match the sky exactly, all the time. Poets write about sparkling eyes and pretty faces all the time, but all of them can choke because all of them are liars. Will Solace has the prettiest eyes of anyone who has ever lived. They are indeed the windows to the soul, and his soul is just —

“This is for you,” Nico blurts. Essentially acting on its own, his hand slips in his pocket and draws out the blue stone, holding it out. “Um. I saw it and —” He glances at Piper, panicked, and she kicks him in encouragement. “Thought of you. So.”

Will stares at the stone for a moment. Nico sweats.

“Nico di Angelo,” he chides, hands on his hips. The panicked look he flits in Piper’s direction grows tenfold. He is not at all comforted by the grimace she sends back. “Do you think I’m so corrupt as to accept a bribe?”

“Um.” Nico hesitates. Piper smacks her face onto her hands, groaning. “That’s not what I —”

“Well, you would be correct.” Quick as a bird, Will darts out and snatches the stone, sliding it into one of his many (many) shorts pockets, nodding in approval. “I don’t have any aventurine. I’ve been looking for it. Good bribe.”

He sets down the ointment and Tylenol, gesturing for Nico to hold out his hands. Nico sighs, then complies.

“I mean, he didn’t destroy it, this time,” Piper whispers as he begins to sing, enveloping Nico’s body in a warm, golden glow. “So…progress?”

“Progress,” Nico agrees. He glances over at Will, eyes squeezed shut in focus, and rolls his eyes fondly. “Who knew it would be so hard to convince someone who already likes me to go out with me.”

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[voltronisanobsession]

You know what, I’m going to warn you from now, you’re going to get a lot of Percy x reader requests form me (not that I can blame myself) so without further ado… Can I request a Percy x Melinoe!reader?

Everyone knows how Nico is the ghost king, but can you imagine Percy meeting and falling head over heels for a daughter of Melinoe? She may as well be a living ghost queen because of her control over ghosts.

I imagine she shows her love for him in strange ways since regular lovers give each other flowers and chocolate, what the reader does? She shows up in his nightmares and battles off any monsters giving him trouble. She also did something weird for Valentine’s Day, but I’ll leave that up to your imagination 😉

Maybe she even has magic, to smaller extent to the Hecate cabin? (Blame Hades II and my love for magic for that idea), I don’t know, I can just see her having a lot of tricks up her sleeves.

(I’m sorry for making this so long.)

Percy with a Child of Melinoe

I’m always ready for these Percy jackson requests, keep them coming😻😻😻 you literally be dropping the most COOLEST REQUEST LIKE DDAAMMMNNN I LOVE UR BRAIN

Also I’m so SORRY it’s super long, always write too much but I can’t help it😭😭 for some reason I need to have some loose story when writing anything😭😭😭

Ok so I headcanon any child related to any underworld gods/goddesses usually have like dark eyebags, so Percy meeting Reader for the first time kinda freaks him out. A lot.

Reader just emerges from the darkness of the forest with shadowy figures following close behind, bro really believes that his soul was chosen to be reaped because the way they would look at him with dead eyes LMAO💀💀

But you were just walking around. In the dark. Lowkey talking to yourself until you saw Percy

I think Percy would find reader very odd at first, considering all the other people he’s met

Their dark eyebags and dull appearing skin makes them look like a walking corpse, and the way that they would just be lurking in the shadows, kinda talking to themselves would make him raise an eyebrow

But he didn’t know that you were just talking to the ghosts surrounding you, all of them yapping about ‘unfinished business’ they have

Reader would often be seen around camp looking a bit jittery, almost like they’re hiding from something but you’re just trying to avoid the ghosts that won’t leave you alone

“Shh shh, fine I’ll help you Jonathan. But later, people are looking at me again. Now leave me alone, oh gods Percy is walking over, leave leave!”

Since no one can seem these ghosts reader can see, Percy genuinely thinks you’re just off your rockers

Until you reveal how you’re mother is Melinoe, goddess of ghosts (he would be confused at first since he probably had no idea who that was💀💔)

OMG WAIT

Imagine Melinoe!Reader can like allow people to see ghosts if they’re touching them in some way!!! So to show the poor boy that you’re not crazy, your cold ass hands touch his arm and BOOM! Percy cannot believe all these ghosts just SURROUNDING reader

After that the rest is history

They both would grow so much closer since Reader finally chooses to fully trust in Percy as he accepted them and all their weird and scary abilities!!

Percy starts tagging along with reader when they go to take ghosts to the underworld, though Hades isn’t happy to see him most of the time

“It’s fine uncle, Percy’s just helping me.”

“How can he help you if he can’t even see the ghosts grabbing him?”

“Wait they’re grabbing me?!”

“He’s messing with you Percy.”

Reader and Nico would also be pretty close too

Since they’re able to summon ghosts, Nico sometimes asks if he can see Bianca, and they all sort of just have random get togethers in the middle of the night

Family reunions we love ‘em😍😍

Nico and Reader also shadow travel together whenever he needs someone to talk to

Melinoe!Reader would be a BIG gift giver, but they aren’t the most conventional gifts 💀

While some would gift flowers or plushies, reader would probably give him like wilted flowers and trinkets they claim would ward off unwanted spirits, and maybe even an authentic dreamcatcher too!!!!

Reader might even give him bones of small dead animals, which he accepts with a grimace on his face

“Wow ok! Um where did you find these exactly haha!”

“Oh you know, I was walking around the forest and began finding these small bones! Then I went further and found larger ones and then even larger ones! I would’ve taken one but it was too heavy, so you get the small ones.”

He would keep them in a glass jar that’s next to his bed though because it’s the thought that counts <3

He would also bring you SHELLS he finds whenever he’s by the the beach, sometimes even going to deeper waters to find the prettiest ones for your own collection🐚

Percy definitely carries a bag so you and him could put bones and shells in it to take home if you’re out of camp

I also would think that sleeping around reader would give anyone in their vicinity nightmares so they usually appear in Percy’s dreams to fight off any nightmarish monsters

At first he thinks he’s going crazy that he keeps seeing you in his nightmares until you explain that you can travel through dreams, hence why you’re basically in his brain now

Totally normal😁

AND FOR THAT VALENTINES DAY THOUGHT

I think Reader would think a good idea date for both of them would try summoning some kind of powerful ghost during the night for fun😭

Like at first Percy thought it was a cute picnic date and was like aww they’re so cute🥰 until he sees the ritual circle and is like what😀

He’s like super worried that your soul is gonna get possessed or something so he just keeps holding your hands to keep you grounded to the living world while you continue chanting and smiling

This dude can’t catch a break with you

During battles is when everyone around experiences what readers true power and magic is

While they may appear weird on the outside, them summoning ghost after ghost and making them solid life forms sends shivers and chills throughout every living persons body

It’s a really unsettling feeling tbh

So while Nico can summon the undead, you’re able to summon ghosts which makes you guys the perfect duo when fighting together

And they’re able to make their opponent hear the whispering voices of the ghosts around them which usually drives the fear factor up by a LOT

They could also sap any energy in their opponents body but they need to be touching the person which involves fighting in close range

I think Reader could also possibly drag out the soul of a living persons body, but it’s a theory since they haven’t fully tried going through with it

Also random thought but Melinoe!Reader loves going underwater with Percy because it’s the one place ghosts can’t follow them

So it’s just like, they can finally breath and not have a million voices demanding things from them

Percy is just super happy to help them in way he can

Plus it means he gets to spend more one on one time with you without having to worry about any ghosts watching their every move

Reader and Percy have matching rings that ward off any evil and vengeful ghosts

OH ANOTHER THOUGHT TO FINISH THIS OFF

Readers hands are super cold and I like to think Percy’s hands are super warm, so whenever they hold hands it’s like a clash that they both like

And when they hold hands, Percy is able to the world through Readers eyes

Which means that Percy kinda bullies the ghosts into leaving Reader alone for a while and getting some kind of privacy💀😻😻

Percy is super in love with this reader despite the unsettling vibes they can sometimes radiate

Reader is just happily digging up more bones to add to Percy’s growing collection :D

[my-pjo-stuff]

If we're going to talk about parentification in PJO,Luke feels like the prime example of it,lol. Not only that,but he never seemed to have any reliable authority figure in his life. In fact,I'd dare say most of his "pure evil" moments in early books were him snapping after all the trauma he had to go through.

THANK YOU! FINALLY SOMEONE SAID IT. I think most readers of the books just completely gloss over the fact that Luke never once had someone to look after him properly, yet he always had to look after others. May was insane, she couldn't have raised Luke properly even if she loved him. That boy was basically forced to raise and take care of himself ever since he can remember. Then he ran away at the age of nine, he hadn't even reached the double digits, and was already out on the streets. During that time he meant Thalia and Annabeth, and based on The Diary of Luke Castellan we know that Luke pretty much immediately took to taking care of Annabeth from the get go. He knew her for less than a minute and already compared himself, Thalia and her to a family, with him as the Dad. Luke was fourteen when all that happened, you really think that this is healthy? Then when they do get to camp there's still no adult to take care of them. Thalia dies, he gets separated from Annabeth and shoved into the overcrowded Hermes cabin. Can you imagine what that's like? All your life you are forced to take care of yourself and are the only one looking out for someone even younger, and then when you get to the place that's supposed to be safe for you, you realize all the other kids still have to take care of themselves. Just now you have another kid who's supposed to look after you. Luke becoming the Hermes counselor really was just the last straw in his long line of parentification. Imagine being a teenager and suddenly the adults around you tell you that from now on, you are in charge of a HUGE group of other kids. The Hermes cabin was the largest cabin of CHB with MANY demigods of different backgrounds and parentages, yet Luke was still completely left on his own to figure it out. You think that doesn't fuck with you? Most bemoan Bianca's fate having to look after Nico during that time in the school or so, imagine how horrid she would have had it had she been homeless with the guy for a while and then was also forced to take care of like- 30+ different Nicos. 'Cause this is exactly what happened to Luke.