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[theeverlostvirus]

Have some more Blackjack Apple!

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Fiends Horror List Day 27: Picture

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[askstellarandfriends]

"What day is it?"

Slight spoilery, despite how dark Blackjack's part is in The Everlost Virus, he does end up with a rather happy ending. Apple Slice really helps him come out of his shell and begin enjoying life rather than dreading the next day.

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[retrocgads]

UK 1987

[hes-a-rat-whisperer]

Tiny sorry to ask here but what happened to your main blog??? I thought you blocked me idk but then i tried searching it in google, did you get termed??? Respond as soon ss you can bc I'm honestly worried

- apple vinaigrette/fritters

well Apple.. I´m honestly devastated-

I only noticed that anything happened to my blog as I got this message from you!

yes, tumblr actually terminated me!

I sent them a message, asking why I got termed and also asking them to please undo it?

idk man, my blog existed for YEARS at this point! like, I had that blog since I was 14/15! (I think??)

and HELL- I went through so many postings without anything happening to it, so what the hell pulled the trigger NOW??

it just sucks man..

[cantechnews]

Apple Arcade adds Tamagotchi Adventure Kingdom, Cornsweeper, Blackjack by MobilityWare+, and more

[fortheloveoffanfic]

City of Second Chances

Hozier x reader

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Author's note: I swear I'm gonna get back to posting the ongoing fics.

Summary: A year after the demise of their relationship, Andrew and Y/n reflect on what used to be.

Warnings: Angst, the briefest mentions of SMUT (like, blink and you'll miss it.)

Much like him, Las Vegas is restless – though, he thinks that may be the only similarity between him and the dazzling city below him. He isn't glamorous, he isn't unrelenting, he isn’t filled to the brim with hopes and dreams. He isn’t blessed with the grace of second chances.

Because if he was, she would be there with him tonight.

He’d make a joke about getting hitched at one of those drive through chapels, she’d humorously accept his proposal and throw her head back and laugh – but deep down they’d both be hoping that the other is just a little serious.

She would have said yes if he asked, right? Like, for real. The right way. Andrew thinks – knows – that he’s let the opportunity pass him over more times than he can count.

Fucking Vegas, and their fake Eiffel Tower, their tacky drive-thru chapels, and those silly plastic rings – like the one he carries in his wallet.

Andrew’s never been the type to enjoy that sort of fast-paced, glitzy lifestyle that the sleepless city offers, but he used to love that place – just like Y/n used to love him.

Standing at the expansive, floor-to-ceiling window of his hotel room, he can’t help but feel a sense of disenchantment with the place; the people ten stories below him, decked off in glittering dressed and expensive suits, the plastic palm trees cemented to the sidewalk and the reflective, gold-varnished doors that lead to dizzying casinos. He’s so removed from it all – Andrew feels like he’s peering in from the outside at some mystical land that he doesn’t quite understand.

But he's walked those streets, thrown money away at blackjack tables behind those doors and gotten blind-drunk at a couple of those bars. He’s done it with her – but it must've been a lifetime ago.

He wonders if one year ago feels that far away for her too. Does she look at all the photographs she used to take and feel like they belong to another version of herself, one that’s experienced the best of the world, but a lifetime ago?

He wonders if she thinks of him when she puts on those stunning silver heels or that blue dress that clung to her curves like wet fabric. What about when she hears Dusty Springfield's voice coming over the record player – does she still have the record?

Does she think of him when she pours herself a glass of wine? Does that one, far away memory come rushing back to her, like dandelion fluff on the wind – like the subtle ache of a wound that just won’t heal right.

She thinks of him when she’s barefoot.

That night in the hotel, when they got into the elevator she started complaining about how her feet hurt. It might have been drunkenness, it might have been because he’s the sweetest man she’s ever had the privilege of knowing, but Andrew immediately got on his knees and started undoing the straps of her heels – the same pair that she can’t stand to look at anymore.

“Want my shoes?” He offers earnestly, looking up at her in a way that makes her reach out and cup his face, her thumb roving the apple of his cheek. Most of the time, its the most mundane things that remind Y/n why she loves him as much as she does; the way he looks with his bowtie and the top two buttons of his dress shirt undone, the way he looks at her like there’s no one else he’d rather look at – his eagerness to offer his shoes when she makes the mistake of wearing her most uncomfortable heels for a three hour event.

“They’ll be too big,” she giggles, and Andrew flashes her that painfully rare smile that he wears so very well.

“Then I’ll carry you,” he determines upon straightening up, her silver heels still hooked in his long fingers.

“You’re too drunk for that,” Y/n counters, noting the redness in his face that only comes from a few drinks too many. Still, Andrew bends forward and loops an arm around the back of her thighs to throw her over his shoulder as the elevator doors slide open. “Andy!” She squeals, hair falling over her face as blood rushes to her head. Its a dizzying experience, especially considering she already isn’t in the best frame of mind – she’s suddenly beginning to regret that last cocktail.

“I’ve got this darlin’,” he huffs. He seems to have a handle on things too…..until he trips on the threshold of the elevator and stumbles forward. He might have caught himself if he hadn’t been so inberated – and hadn't been carrying her in the most impractical way – but he doesn’t and they both hit the carpeted floor with simultaneous ‘omphs’.

“Don’t say it,” he warns, struggling to prop his weight on an elbow so he doesn’t smother her.

“I told you so,” Y/n giggles, before wincing at the pain in her back.

“And she said it,” Andrew teases and then his smile softens, “you okay?” He asks softly, slipping his free hand behind her head so it isn’t resting on the floor.

“Better than okay,” Y/n hums, reaching between them to touch his face again. When she does, her eye catches a glimpse of the thin, plastic band adorned little bits of coloured glass meant to look like gems on her left hand. It doesn’t exactly go with the rich, jewel-toned blue stain of her dress – Andrew had gotten it out of one of those vending machines earlier, and now he’s wearing its plainer counterpart. They hadn’t made it to the chapel, but it seemed silly not to wear the rings after already buying them. Lifting her head a little, she meets his lips, tasting the heady combination of champagne and whiskey on his tongue.

“We should get off the floor,” he mumbles against her lips before stumbling to a stand and offering his hand to her. When she gets to her feet, it takes them another moment to collect their bearings before finally starting the walk down the hallway to their room – that time with her bare feet on the ground.

So now, she thinks of him when she’s barefoot. And when she looks at that dress, or the plastic ring still tucked away in her jewelry box – or thinks about Vegas.

Sometimes, the memories are so fresh in her mind that she swears they all happened yesterday; Y/n wonders if it's like that for Andrew – if those moments are all on constant replay in his mind, so achingly fresh that it makes the air thin. It must be some kind of curse not to, Y/n determines, because most times, its the sharpness of those moments that keep her going. It might not be so bad to have lost if she was once loved that deeply – at least she can say she felt it.

With Dusty Springfeild's Look of Love coming over the record player, Y/n drains a bottle of white wine, and deserts the empty bottle on the marble counter that separates the living room from her kitchen. Humming along to the tune – their song – she starts padding towards the sofa when a photograph on the yellow wall catches her eye. That stupid hotel room that overlooks that faux Eiffel tower.

Andrew at the grand piano with a bottle of wine on the top. She knows exactly what he’s playing, she remembers how awful it sounded when he realized the damn thing was woefully out of tune.

What kind of hotel room has an out of tune piano?

She remembers what happened when she distracted him. The coolness of the ivory keys under her skin. That horrifying tune that made them laugh. The tickle of his bead on her neck and the way his hand tangled around her fingers.

“How’s this for a picture?” He mumbles, lips against her skin as blood rushes to her cheeks, but the camera's already been discarded near the empty bottle and its the last thing she’s concerned about.

Fucking Vegas – and their out of tune pianos and fake Effiel towers, Y/n thinks as she takes a drag of her wine.

Great, now she’s thinking of him while she drinks wine.

[bindeds]

hello pookie i heard you have lucifer head canons😏, can i plz see them 🥺

YES OF COURSE POOKIE!! <3<3<3 LMK IF YOU WANT ANY OTHER CHARACTERS’ HEADCANONS! tryna expand my fandoms as much as possible too so just try your luck if you’d like <33

࣪𓏲ּ ֶָ ᝪ LUCIFER HEADCANONS!

starting off lightly with his obsession with ducks; i personally like to believe that god had his favorite angels (or high ranking ones, aka seraphims, which lucifer is theorized to have been) had each of them make one animal from scratch to place in the garden of eden, and lucifer’s contribution was the ducks. he thought they were adorable!!

i’ve made a post about this before and i’m not sure if this counts as a luci headcanon but i strongly believe lilith was modeled after lucifer. if hazbin decided to go with the popular belief that lucifer was god’s favorite and that lucifer was god’s prettiest angel then it would make sense for god to have one of the first two people to be modeled after him. lilith is associated heavily with the color purple because of the morningstar’s formal family portrait, and lucifer has purple eyelids. lilith also has blonde hair like lucifer and is slicked back in the same exact way, even going as far to have hair curled around her cheeks/jaw like him. the only real difference is that luci has short hair.

lucifer makes himself small on purpose, and for trauma related reasons. before hazbin was created we all would imagine the devil as something big and scary with a demonic voice or as a hot human guy in some other games (ahem obey me) but lucifer in hazbin is the exact opposite. he’s literally smaller than most sinners. it’s worth remembering that lucifer can not only shape shift, but it’s also an essential part to who he is considering that’s how he approached eve, plus the apple motifs. if he can shape shift, he can definitely adjust his own height too. he was also short during his time in heaven and we know this from the first few minutes of the first episode when charlie was introducing the overall premise. the other angels who were talking down to him were visibly bigger than he is. it made me think that maybe because of how belittled he felt when he was in heaven, he had purposely made himself smaller. not to mention, being god’s favorite or the prettiest gets you targets on your back. and it doesn’t help that he has ideas or a mentality that heaven doesn’t like. and his decision to stay small only grew more intense when he found out how people saw him on earth—he didn’t want to be that guy. he absolutely hates the characterization humans have of him because it’s nothing like him. so when people see him and go ‘you’re much shorter in real life’ (alastor) it doesn’t faze him in the slightest. he wants you to react that way. or, he wants you to realize that, ‘huh, the devil is nothing like i thought he was.’ because that’s the truth. he’s not. and the best and most immediate way for people to see that is if he dresses in all white, a color known to signify innocence and purity which is the exact opposite of hell, and if he’s not physically intimidating at all, like if he was small. upon your first glance at him, you’ll already know the devil is not the man you think he is. and he wants everyone to know that.

i have a fic based off of this, but because humans started calling gambling and the games related to gambling ‘the devil’s game’ (though the original game is roulette, people have come to generalize gambling as a whole to be the devil’s game) he never loses when gambling or playing a game related to gambling, even for fun or when there are no stakes involved. never loses in blackjack, poker, roulette, tables games—any game related to gambling, he’ll always win.

i can’t entirely say if lucifer has had sinner friends, but i do believe that he acquired the hyperfixation of the carnival/circus aesthetic from sinners or humans. this is because his outfit was intended to look like AND inspired by a ringmaster’s, and carnivals and circuses was an elaborate concept made by humans. it could also be possible that lucifer was the one that planted that influence in humans, however it was stated that lucifer’s punishment was that he was never to see the good of humanity, only the bad. so i’d like to think a ringmaster or an acrobat or a circus performer in general died, ended up in hell, met lucifer and told lucifer about the circus, and then he got the idea of building luluworld in hell.

alternatively, if it was the other way around, i think that he occasionally gets to experience the world through being summoned. i mean, we’ve all heard of rituals to summon the devil and whatnot, right? i think those do summon him into earth and then instead of showing up he actually just leaves to go explore what’s been happening until he has to go/he feels he’s getting weaker/the people that summoned him ‘close the portal’ etc. and then that’s where he very sneakily, in his own way, introduces the circus concept to humans.

because of his personality, i don’t believe his ring is an indicator of his current marital status. i think lucifer is a sentimental person, and he doesn’t let go of things easily. it’s entirely possible that him and lilith are through, but he just doesn’t want to remove the ring. something we fail to consider is that lucifer isn’t like any other person; if he marries someone, divorce isn’t the same for him and lilith as it is for humans. hell, when they first got together, they were literally the first beings to be genuinely in love with each other. back when the garden of eden was still being inhabited with lilith and adam, the only beings in heaven would have been god and the angels. if lilith didn’t love adam but married and had a kid with luci, that means they were the first ever beings to have ever been in love and the first ones to have had sex (unless for some reason, lilith and adam did it which i highly doubt.) now, all this to say that we may live in a world where people break up or get divorced all the time, but this is reasonably a foreign concept to lucifer because he’s only ever been in heaven, then hell, and even if he observed it in hell it would have been very briefly and from a far, 3rd person perspective. if lilith and him were basically the first people to have felt such intense feelings and closeness to one another, it would make sense that divorce or not, he would keep the ring because it serves as a reminder of a time when he felt the happiest/alive/most himself/free.

lucifer has autism + adhd! now i know this one’s loaded (and ofc i have audhd too) but hear me out; these aren’t listed in any particular order but they’re what comes to me first to last. # ONE : when charlie was talking to him about the hotel for the whole walk till the roof, and then she asked what his thoughts were, he focused on the first thing that came to mind which was something that was right in front of him—the railing. then charlie had to remind him of her initial question. # TWO : he wasn’t paying attention even when he himself was speaking, thus the infamous ‘and now, i am going to fuck you!’ and when charlie corrects him, he goes ‘wait what did i say?’ # THREE : This may just be for ‘comedy’s sake’ but when mimzy first approached him he suddenly switched up from being completely uninterested to suddenly trying to seem interested, his eye even twitching when he turns to her while his smile is visibly awkward. this particular thing reminded me of autistic masking. like. there was something about it that made me relate to it deeply. and then after she’d greeted him he went ‘charmed i’m sure.’ and he looked more relaxed despite looking uncomfortable seconds ago. like he’d gotten ‘comfortable’ with the mask. # FOUR : i feel like i don’t have to mention this but obviously, the hyperfixations with ducks and the circus theme. i don’t think i need to say more because his room literally has tubs and heaps and piles of ducks. that is a full on hyperfixation, no doubt about it. # FIVE : when charlie had asked him to help her get another meeting with heaven, he said no and was very insistent on that. but the moment she’d blended in the invitation of having him over for the purpose of getting him to agree with her, everything else was forgotten. the only thing on his mind was, ‘my daughter wants to see me!’ and it shows with his, ‘WAIT. YOU’RE. INVITING ME OVER?!’ his brain latched onto that immediately, completely forgetting the fact that charlie had only invited him to have him do something he doesn’t want to do. now i have a few more things to support this theory but i feel like this is getting long so lmk if you want an independent post on lucifer’s audhd tendencies in the show!

[alloutofgoddesses]

Percy Jackson TV thoughts -

Season 1, Episode 3

(I’m a book reader and I’m not holding back book spoilers)

The attic is show creaky

And apparently so is Percy

Walker is doing an incredible job portraying Percy’s “I hate everything” attitude

The craziest line reading it’s so stilted thank you Timm Sharp. Also condescending which is very Gabe

That’s awkward as hell why would you gather all the “good candidates”

BLACKJACK HIIIIIII BLACKJACK

Grover you’re killing me

That backpacks full of apples and tin cans you can’t fool me Underwood

Percy is SO FUNNY HELP

“Don’t mix ‘em up” Luke I know I can’t trust you stop being witty

THERE THEY ARE

Annabeth saying goodbye to Thalia… I’m losing it she’s just a BABY

I shouldn’t laugh but I think Thalia would so we’re good

Percy. She’s always in charge.

So no Seaweed Brain and Wisegirl? Rick when I find you

Percy you could’ve put them in your bag and left the box

The way Grover’s hair is styled to cover the horns more when they’re in the mortal world… hairdressers I love you

Can I have the full consensus song please I think it would actually be helpful

Also Grover being a 24 year old dealing with squabbling twelve year olds… Gods speed dude

Annabeth is so perfect. Like. She’s so annoying. It’s spot on. Annabeth is annoying in the books

SCREAM ALECTO!!! They hired the perfect actress for these lines

I get the plot reasons but if you had time to pick up anything WHY THE SHOES AND NOT THE BAG WITH MONEY IN IT PERCY

Please tell me they’re getting rid of the idea that demigods can’t use technology. I always thought it was dumb

Oh no Uncle Ferdinand…

Absolutely laying the tracks for Percy telling the gods to do better by their kids *chef’s kiss*

SO YOU FOLLOW IT? Grover you’re better than this

Hey. If the cyclops next season have those talons. I’m gonna be SO SCARED the whole time

MEEEDDDUUUUSSSSAAAAA!!!! I desperately want to cosplay this

I love the changes already

Percy… that beautiful fatal flaw

I mean yeah you’re mom is almost always right but still be on guard little man

Annabeth. I can’t wait for you to loosen up. She’s wound as right as a violin string.

*cheers from the crowd* I am fully on Medusa’s side btw. No matter what she was a victim of the god’s whims.

Annabeth my little baby you gotta think about multiple perspectives

The little milkshakes on the side. Does Medusa just wait for people to come along to feed or did she smell Percy from a couple miles away and really quickly whip stuff up

Thank god the box is being left behind

THE BASEMENT REALLY GUYS. There had to have been a back door

A MAIL CARRIER? What did a mail carrier do Medusa

I love that the snakes aren’t standing up like a lot of Medusa artworks portray… they’re noodles they wouldn’t be at attention all the time

Oh now THAT’S INSPIRED. Nkt as iconic as the reflective surface of an iPod though

Who’s gonna remind them there’s still one more. Also does this mean she’s a broken statue forever or since she’s a monster she’s reincarnating in Tartarus? I have so many questions

Oh Uncle Ferdinand. I’m glad Grover got to have an emotional moment that he wasn’t afforded in the book

Hell yeah good job Grover. Sometimes you Do have to be a little mean to get past some stuff.

Oh so we get the “I am impertinent” line verbatim but not SEAWEED BRAIN AND WISE GIRL

Percy I’m obsessed with you

Now who could this be

GAH LOOK AT HIM… he looks just a tad angry though lol

So does he have express straight to the throne room since he’s Hermes or did they change the placement of the elevator

AAAAAHHHHHH I need more immediately

Preview for next ep

Why are they splashing him

SHE’S ON THE BUS?!?!?!

Very excited for the arch… I’ve been there and I will be honest I only remember some of the museum stuff at the bottom and how claustrophobic the top is so I’m excited to hopefully jog my memory

[ru-bwee]

PROJECT SEKAI 4TH ANNIVERSARY NEWS UN-LIVE REACTION / WARNING THIS IS EXTREMELY LONG

there doing it on stage at the thanks festival?? my cod i dont really care about the winning costumes so supernova . hi miku yuri

SO BURN MY BURN MY HEART!! (news intermission started)

large crowd of people screaming wondahoi, life is beautiful

BRAND NEW YOUR WORLD!! I LOVE YOU PROJECT SEKAI!!

NEW CAMPAIGN INGAME STAMP THINYG??? I SEE A LEONEED WISH JEWEL??? UNIT ONLY WISH JEWELS?? RAINBOW SKILL BOOK??? ALSO THIS IS OUTFIT IS SO SO PRETTY

develop reading skills for free gacha tickets?? yes ma'am!!!

NO WAY. THERE ADDING ALL THE MISSING ONES IN ONE GO. ALSO NEW KIZUNA TITLE!! MIZUKI AND MAFUYU FAN!!!!

there gonna announce mizukis been exploded and is gonna be removed from the game or something 140 GACHA TICKETS FOR FULL COMBOING? ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTY??

AUTOLIVE FOR CHALLENGE LIVES I LOVE EVERYTHING. ALSO RAISING THE CHALLENGE STAGE YOU CAN REACH BEFORE EX IS EVIL.. I WANNA SEE MIZUKI EX RANK :(

project sekai online crystal store no way LOL

character rank raise..!

LIVE BONUS ENERGY CAP TO 999 I LOVE YOU PROJECT SEKAI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

more exp.. lets go mizumafu rank 66

bloomfes members get 70% event bonus. lets all kill ourself NOBODY WANTS THESE CHANGES??

LIM GACHA STAMPS FOR 50 GEMS. IM SO BACK. (person who has like 40 of them)

oh god there merging the birthday gacha reprints in 2025...

WHAT IS THISSS?

PROJECT SEKAI HOUSING OH MY GOD LOL

PROJECT SEKAI ANIMAL CROSSING

THEY JUST CASUALLY ANOUNCE PROJECT SEKAI ANIMAL CROSSIN BASICALLY?? WHAT THE HELL??

you ask "how can they top the 3rd anniversary it was so good!!" Game. Whole game inside a game.

YOU CAN DISPLAY UR CARDS IN THE HOME!! IM JUST GONNA HAVE A MIZUKI FILLED HOUSE

MIZUSAKI KIZUNA!! LETS GO PINKS!

we can now gamble for items in pjsk with the new tickets ive always wanted to gamble more

FIVE FOUR STAR TICKETS FOR BEGINNERS??

you cant make this stuff up theres a chance if enough people vote for it you can get 30 L cans for free

MORE MORE JUMP HAVE LITTLE PUPPIES ON THERE COSTUMES HEAD. OH MY GOD. SO CUTE!!

ARE NIGHTCORDS OUTFITS ALICE IN WONDERLAND THEMED??

RUI BLOOMFES!! NENE FOCUS??????

MY MIZUMAFU CRUMBS I WIN

THE REAL LIFE SHOWS ON YT FOR A LIMITED TIME..

MESMERIZERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MEIKO 15TH ANNIVERSARY SONG!!! WXS REINCARNATION APPLE!! GOD THEY NEED A 2DMV FOR THIS IMMEDIATLY.. THE REINCARTIONS AS PAST SHOWS.. BLACKJACK!!! MOVIE TRAILER? OH MY GOX ITS THE SONG ITS THE SONG

I HAVE NO IDEA WHO THAT IS!! BUT IT RINGS A BELL!! ALSO OH MYGOG THE TEASERS MIZU5 MIZU5 MIZU5

THE FIRST TEASER SONG SOUNDS SO GOOD BUT THE NUMBER COLOR SEEMS LIKE EMU...

(JUST TRANSLATED IT) OH MY GO D ITS CAMILLIA??????/ THEY COMMISSIONED CAMILLIA

mizu5 oh ym go gofkgnifjMZIUK5I 55 MIZU 5 MIZU 5 MIZU 5

Its akito again NO FUCKING WAYY

OH MY COD AN WE STILL HAVE THE MOVIE TRAILER

oh my fish is she the miku of painful feelings..

AND THERE GETTING CUSTM OUTFITS?? HELLO??

SHES SO PRETTY AHAHh

MIZUMAFU ARE NEXT TO EACHOTHER

(with head in hands) i am so normal

[theeverlostvirus]

Alright! Getting into the next gens for this story! Here is Blackjack Apple, the accidental son of Applejack and Trouble Shoes. Despite him being an accident, he was deeply loved by his parents. Due to this closeness, that caused his mind to unravel slightly when his parent's were affected and transformed by the virus.

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Day 24: Farm

Note, this is from my Infection AU which you can read here @theeverlostvirus as it comes out. This is actually a spoiler for what happens towards the end. No I will not get into it because it's a massive spoiler.

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The Everlost Virus Chapter 1 In The Works

Chapter 1 of The Everlost Virus is being worked on as we speak. Now, keep in mind, this comic is not ask based but you can send in asks for the characters that show up in this world. The asks will not affect the story. This is also a darker story. Like, really dark. If you do not like the darker subjects such as death, viruses, grimdark, ect, then please do not read. If you wish to ask a question for the characters during the comic, please put Everlost in either the beginning or the end.

Now then, I'm gonna go into some important characters for this comic. The Bounty Hunters: - Lightning Strike - Music Rush - Droplet - Violet - Phantom Ink G4: - Twilight Sparkle - Pinkie Pie - Fluttershy - Discord - Luna Next Gens: - Blackjack Apple (Applejack X Trouble Shoes) - Ebony Sky (Rainbow X Spitfire) - Wonder Willow (Fluttershy X Discord) - Raven Requiem (Twilight X Sunset)

The new next gens will not answer any asks until they appear in the comic.

[a-fistful-of-birds]

The President is a What?

Chapter 1

This is my first ever fanfiction by the way so any and all feedback is welcome! ^-^

Word count: 1,754

Paper bats and orange streamers littered the walls; plastic pumpkins filled with candy adorned every table. Cutout ghosts hung from the ceilings, swaying gently from the movement of students below. Snack bars were placed in every room, attracting students with brightly colored candies, apples, and drinks.

Whoever was in charge of decorating did a damn good job for such little notice. The student council president had been known to make short notice arrangements from time to time, and now had been no different.

Hyakkaou Academy was hosting a Halloween party, allowing for friendly no stakes gambling.

Gambling with candies instead of money meant house pets were on equal terms with their peers for one night, allowing for convenient practice before returning to the grueling pet system.

The halls were packed with students, the apparent rise in temperature from having so many people in a small area suffocated Sayaka as she forced her way through the crowds in search of the president. Squeezing passed two students, Sayaka finally reached the main room for candied gambling. The secretary had resigned herself to overseeing the main room when she realized the president wouldn’t be showing up anytime soon.

Whoever decided that replacing the normal betting chips with candies would be in for a mouthful later as crumbs covered the floor and chocolate stains were beginning to show on the pristine card tables.

‘Who would be irrational enough to make THIS choice for alternative playing chips?’

Sayaka stood in thought as she stood at the edge of the small balcony and surveyed the mass of students downstairs. Most everyone was dressed up as various creatures i.e. zombies, vampires, werewolves, etc. Yumeko was playing a form of blackjack near the center of the room, wearing a devil costume that would make a sailor blush. Such a getup would have shown way too much skin for her personal comfort as Sayaka imagined herself in her place. Mary Saotome was gambling against Itsuki while dressed as a…scarecrow?

‘Maybe it’s because her hair is already the color of straw..’ Sayaka thought to herself.

However she was in no place to pass judgement, Sayaka had picked out a werewolf werewolf costume which mostly consisted of her school uniform, with fake ears and a tail. Sayaka had drawn whiskers on her cheeks. Plastic fangs sat uncomfortably in her mouth, fumbling around anytime Sayaka tried to speak. She was quickly torn away from her thoughts as someone beckoned to her.

“Oh ~Sayaka!” Yumeko called out, “please be a dear and come watch our game.”

“Be right there!”

While she would have preferred to stay on the balcony, Sayaka knew it was fruitless to argue with Yumeko, especially when she was in the heat of gambling.

Sayaka had made it to their table. “Oh, how cute! You’re dressed as a cat!!” Yumeko held her hands up like cat ears, “Can you meow for me?”

Sayaka’s face flushed.

“I’m not a cat, I’m supposed to be a werewolf.” Sayaka huffed, looking away to hide her annoyance.

It was already embarrassing enough to be dressed in anything but her normal school uniform but to have attention purposely drawn to her by the most popular girl at school was almost too much.

“Aww, that’s too bad. I think you would look adorable as a cat, but you’re still cute as a werewolf!” Yumeko happily chimed before resuming the game.

Sayaka didn’t respond to the comment and tried to calm her heartbeat. She didn’t have to look to know that Yumeko was undoubtedly winning by a landslide. The visible crater of veins in the forehead of Yumeko’s opponent’s head was enough to deduce that he had not won a single game tonight.

Sayaka would feel bad for him if she didn’t know challenging Yumeko to any game would lead to an automatic loss.

After they had completed the match, Sayaka helped clear the table off for the next game, working methodically to make sure no candy crumbs would become smashed into the carpet.

Sayaka had started back up the stairs after resetting multiple tables and making sure students had access to various types of games which didn’t require her supervision while she would be gone.

Midari could be heard in the distance attempting to get somebody to play Russian roulette with her. Thankfully it appeared nobody but Midari was looking for any life threatening thrills tonight.

As she made her way back up to the balcony, Sayaka wondered where the president could possibly be as she was supposed to be in charge of overseeing the night’s events.

‘Maybe she’s gone back to the student council room, everything out here seems to be well under control so it’s likely that she just isn’t feeling entertained enough at the moment.’

Sayaka made her way through the main lobby of the school, making a B-line for the student council room as she was eager to ensure the president was alright.

As she entered the hallway leading to the council room the lights briefly flickered threatening to go out but ceasing as they remained steady in the ceilings. Sayaka took note to inform the school janitor about the issue when she bumped into him later. Sayaka reached the entrance to the student council room.

Turning to shut the door behind her, Sayaka didn’t have time to survey the room before the lights snapped off again. This time they did not come back on.

“Oh you have got to be kid-” Sayaka couldn’t finish her sentence before an arm quickly pulled her further inside. Unable to rid herself of the person dragging her, Sayaka opened her mouth to scream.

“Not a word.” A hushed voice whispered, clamping a hand over Sayaka’s mouth. A candle sat in the back of the room, emitting just enough light for Sayaka to see the perpetrator’s silhouette. Whoever was dragging her further into the room didn’t seem to be dressed up for the festivities. Panic set into Sayaka at the thought that a stranger from the outside had managed to get into the council room.

It was dark enough that she could quickly escape back into the main halls of the school and call for help if she could get just an arm’s length away from her captor. Sayaka had been a part of martial arts and track clubs growing up and would be able to outpace most of her other peers given the chance.

Unable to say anything, Sayaka struggled against the other person in an attempt to free herself, pushing into the other person in an attempt to knock them over. The grip on her arms tightened as the figure righted themselves with a grunt before Sayaka found herself shoved into a wall.

“Do that again and you’ll have other problems to worry about.” the figure whispered against Sayaka’s ear.

Giving into her temporary defeat, Sayaka relaxed, allowing the cloaked stranger to lead her further into the room.

The lights in the room flicked on and Sayaka found her face beginning to flush as she realized who she was being dragged by.

“President! What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be overseeing the party.”

Kirari continued dragging Sayaka further into the room to where a set of previously blocked off doors sat. “I’m aware. I was waiting to see how long it would take for you to come find me. I understand you have a knack for wanting to make sure everything runs smoothly even if it means managing the situation yourself.”

“I was just-” “ I want to get your opinion on this. You know how these doors lead to nowhere for no apparent reason? Do you think they could actually lead somewhere, maybe a secret room hidden behind the walls?”

Sayaka worked her jaw in thought, taken aback by the sudden onslaught of questions from the president, who was feeling the wall behind the faux doorway.

“I’m not sure why they would lead to a secret room to begin with, the student council room is already locked off from non-members to begin with so there is no reason to have yet another set of secrets.” Sayaka only received a blank stare in response, urging her to continue. “However, depending on how old the building is and if it held any other organizations before us, it couldn’t be completely ruled out to have a secret room somewhere.”

The dull thud of drywall hitting the floor sounded in Sayaka’s ears.

“P-president! What on earth are you doing?!”

“What?” Kirari brushed off her uniform and stood looking proudly at Sayaka. “I took what you said and gambled on it being a secret room! Well that and the fact that the drywall sounded completely hollow when I knocked on it.”

Sayaka glanced back to the fist sized hole which until now was shielded by the thin material.

“I think it would be best to leave this for now, your presence may soon be requested from the rest of the council..” Sayaka trailed off, disappearing for a moment to retrieve the first aid kit leaving the president to sweep up the mess.

Kirari hummed before closing the doors.

As they started their walk back into the bustling hallways, Sayaka worked up the courage to ask about the president’s lack of costume.

“President, how come you aren’t wearing a costume? Everyone else is dressed up.”

Kirari wrapped an arm around Sayaka, pulling her head close enough to speak directly into Sayaka’s ears. Sayaka blushed from the sudden warmth engulfing her. “Good question, maybe I wanted to spark people’s intrigue by not dressing up, or maybe I wanted you to pick out a costume for me.” Kirari whispered. Sayaka flushed, grabbing Kirari’s arm in an attempt to keep herself there to hide the burning redness in her cheeks.

Sayaka felt a hand gently tugging the fake ears on her head.

“Maybe we could match.” Kirari grinned.

“P-president! This isn’t appropriate, I can find you a set of ears if you would like to match! I-“

A hand stopped Sayaka from continuing. Her eyes refused to make contact with Kirari’s as she felt the cheap Halloween ears being lifted away. She doubly refused to acknowledge the president’s face now, as she knew a smug grin would be waiting to see her reaction to the president clad in fake werewolf ears.

She refused to acknowledge the smirk. She refused to get lost in those eyes which ran deeper than the ocean itself. She refused to allow herself to drown. No, not tonight, another day.

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I should also mention the better half of this chapter (aka the first half) was written last October, so the writing style may have a noticeable change. My apologies if it’s a bit wordy dirty in the beginning because of it!

[lizhi-studiies]

11/03/2023 - friday

083/200 days of productivity

a collection of recent (and not-so-recent) photos from my life, featuring a used book i just bought, a pink apple, the view from my local library's window and a game of poorly shuffled blackjack! i've been working hard to finalize some work for journalism all day, i stayed at school for 15 hours straight...... ughhhh i can't wait for next week's 3-day weekend!!

(i feel the need to brag about my library's bookshop, that copy of the brothers karamazov was $2!!)

[happyk44]

Another specific flavour of Percicobeth where they're both dating Percy, albeit very separately from one another, and they don't really intermingle much, not because they don't want to, but because it's odd. Nico and Percy have this friends with benefits thing going on that Percy is very clearly trying to turn into a real relationship but Nico is refusing because he already thinks his existence in Percy's bedroom is crossing a line and while he knows Annabeth's okay with it, he also knows that she comes first and isn't looking forward to the day she changes her mind. He doesn't mind just sex, but anything more intimate than that scares him because it could leave if Annabeth ever changes her mind so he darts away from anything too soft and romantic just to keep his own sanity.

But she's supposed to be visiting her dad for two weeks and so Percy's convinced him to spend the time with him, no pressure, just some fun, and neither of them are paying much attention when the weather changes and Annabeth's flight changes a couple days earlier than anticipated. She manages to catch the alert a couple hours ahead of her new flight time and rushes to the airport, probably forgetting a sock or two, doesn't manage to update Percy until she's already landed and in a cab to their place.

She expects Nico to still be there. She doesn't expect them to be fucking the couch. Nico is on top and shiny with sweaty. His hair's all messed up and Percy is gripping him like he wants to permanently imbed his fingerprints into Nico's skin. There's a flush of hickeys all over his throat, his chest, trailing down to his leaking cock.

Nico is so far gone he doesn't notice her walking in. She doesn't know what to do, stuck standing in the doorway. She's aware she needs to close the door. So she does. Distantly she thinks she should probably be on the other side. It clicks but neither of them notice, too far gone in each other.

They come, one after the other, and she exhales shakily. Her bags are still gripped tight in her hands. Her palms hurt.

Percy is the first to notice her. He brightens up. Then panics when he realizes Nico is on top of him. It's not embarrassment - just worry for Nico. Throws a blanket over him. It's a throw that her dad got them as a housewarming gift, something to make the place pretty.

It does make Nico look pretty, she thinks. Warm and cozy, tucked around his shoulders. For about a second before he notices her and freaks out. Shadows kick up around him, grabbing at his clothes with black transparent hands and dragging him away before she can say hello.

She should've turned on the main lights when she walked in. Percy hates the "Big Light", doesn't turn it on if he can help it, prefers dim lighting and soft tones, but Annabeth likes harsh brightness, helps her see better. Illuminates her plans.

She keeps the main light off though, as Percy sits up, distress cresting his face. He doesn't like when Nico bails on him. Doesn't want it to be just sex and the occasional dinner. Wants it to mean more, matter more, to the both of them.

She apologizes for not knocking, explains the flight issue and gives him a bar of chocolate from the airport. Later, when he's cleaned up, miseries drained down the tub, he kisses her cheek and tells her that Nico says he's sorry. She wishes he told her himself, so that she could tell him that there's nothing to apologize for. But it's been months and aside from a wave emoji on her end, their chat box sits empty.

The second time she walks in on them is a couple months later. Her and Leo's work night ends with a fire and the Hephaestus cabin kicking them both out of the workshop. She wishes she'd paid more attention to Luke's lessons on picking locks but cie la vie. Grabs Blackjack and flies home. Feeds him some sugar cubes and apple slices, before heading off the roof and down to her tiny happy apartment.

They're in the bedroom this time. She hears them, loud and clear. Her hands itch. She's not sure if she should leave or not but the decision is made for her when Percy suddenly swears and appears in the hallway, rushing to the bathroom. She peeks into the bedroom, where Nico is lying down.

He startles when he sees her but doesn't run. His lower half is covered by a sheet, but the tent makes it clear he was not satisified. "Percy forgot he's supposed to be on shift in ten minutes," he says.

She leans against the doorway, listening to Percy cause a ruckus in the bathroom. "He's not supposed to work today though."

"Someone called in sick this morning. He agreed to fill in. Then forgot." He looks miffed. She knows he covets time with Percy as much as Percy covets time with him, but part of her wonders if it's the stiff lack of fulfilled pleasure down below that's really pissing him off.

She hears herself speak before the words catch onto her conscious. "You want some help with that?"

He blinks at her and she wonders if she can pretend she didn't say anything at all. Although... Nico doesn't look half-bad in this lighting. Didn't look half-bad the last time she saw him either.

Percy rushes in, damp and missing a sock. He kisses them both on the cheek and flocks out of the apartment. The air sits weird between them for a minute.

Then, "Um. I can handle it myself."

Once again her mouth moves before her brain can catch up. "Better with company though, right?"

She hasn't moved from the doorway, but she's itching to. She wants to settle on the edge of the bed, and jack him off. Wants to watch his face when he comes. Wants to add her teeth to the marks on his neck. She wants to crawl inside his skin and making a fucking home.

The sudden possessive urge freaks her out, but instead of backing out and leaving him to his own devices, she shoves off the doorway and powers forward. She stands awkwardly at the side of the bed.

Their bedframe is low to the ground because that was what was on sale, so she's much taller than he is and it feels imposing but gives her a rush of power that makes her dizzy. She doesn't move though. Waits for his response with piercing gray eyes.

Distantly she knows she's making that face that Percy says scares other people, that makes it seem like she's contemplating their murder or planning on cracking open their skulls to examine their brains. But Nico has never been one for fear so she doesn't bother trying to reign it in. Nico doesn't look scared anyway. Just confused and a little nervous.

Then he pulls away the blanket and gestures loosely at his dick. Immediately both their gazes split away from one another. Neither of them can look at each other, staring pointedly at Nico's flushed cock as Annabeth wraps a hand around it. He's throbbing and close to the edge, and it doesn't take very long to get him to spill messy over her fingers.

She cleans herself off with tissues and steps aside when he gets up to the bathroom. Surprisingly he stays for another hour before he takes off. They don't talk about it though, but it's the only thing on Annabeth's mind. The hitch of his breath, the way his hands clenched the sheets, the very restrained sound of his voice, trying to hold back all the moans he makes for Percy.

Three weeks later Percy is babysitting Estelle at his mom's and Annabeth is alone, trying to stop herself from revising another blueprint before Leo finally snaps and kills her over it. The documentary she's watching is really boring though so she's flickering through other options and pointedly ignoring the plans tucked in the corner.

She's wondering if she should just take the risk of Leo strangling her over having to redo his work for the seventeenth time when Nico appears from the shadows.

"Percy's at his mom's," she says.

He rubs the back of his neck. "I know. I came to see you."

She peeks back over the screen of her laptop again. That's a first. Normally he avoids her like the plague. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." He coughs nervously. "I thought- I thought I should return the favour. From before."

She blinks owlishly, a little lost, when she remembers. Her entire body burns suddenly. Her thoughts about blueprints and plans and Leo killing her disappear. The replacement thoughts are filled with Nico's thin fingers and his mouth and his body writhing beneath hers and-

She clears her throat. "Okay." She hopes she sounds more confident than it felt. She sets aside her laptop, and folds the blanket over. "Go ahead."

He looks a little nervous, but heads up to her. She wonders what Percy would think. If this is something they should clear with him first. But then Nico is nervously tugging at her waistband and she decides Percy will be fine with it. He's always been kinda good at sharing with her anyway.

Nico's hand is much cooler than Percy's. His hand disappears beneath the boxer shorts she stole from Percy. It's methodic rub, like he's practicing something he read online. He doesn't look at her. Doesn't look anywhere really. Just breaths quietly, one hand down her pants, the other gripping the side of the bed.

She parts her legs just a little bit and he takes the initative to go lower, collecting slick with two fingers and dragging them back up to her clit. Then his free hand comes up to part the buttons of her shirt until her breasts spill out. His mouth seals around a nipple. His knee comes up to rest beside her thigh. The angle cannot be comfortable but aside from some deeply heavy breathing and squirming on her end, she's refusing to move.

Nico is like a stray cat to her. Move too suddenly and he'll run away.

She really doesn't want him to run away now.

His eyes flicker up for catch her gaze and she whimpers, gives a mental "fuck it", and slowly brings her hand up to run through his hair.

Her other hand pushes on his wrist, moving him down between the folds of her sopping pussy. He takes the clue and slips in two fingers at once. His palm presses against her clit. He struggles with it, trying to work his fingers inside her while stimulating her clit, and it's cute, it's sweet, it's maddening. He clearly read up on it before he came to her, probably saw the whole "vaginal orgasms are difficult to achieve and uncommon", and wants to do a good job. He is doing a good job though. Pulls his mouth off her tit so he can focus. His forehead presses against her sternum. His hand works faster. Squelching sounds echo as she whines. She can feel him rocking with her. If she had enough sense to look down she'd probably see him stiff as a board on his pants.

When she comes, he stops. He seems to be holding his breath. Aside from light shaking and heavy breaths she doesn't move. She doesn't want to scare him away. Her hand is still in his hair.

Then slowly he detracts. Licks at his fingers curiously, then cleans them off with a nearby tissue. He does not look at her but he is all she wants to see right now.

"That-" He falters.

"I liked it," she offers.

He goes pink and studies his shoes. His dick is still evidently hard in his pants. "Me too," he murmurs.

She points at his crotch. "Want some help with that?"

His flush deepens but he doesn't say no. She gets him off quickly and he doesn't leave. Just curls up into her side and picks a movie to watch. She pets his hair the whole time. Hours later Percy comes home, delighted to see Nico.

Late into the night, she wakes up to the two of them fucking quietly beside her. Rolls onto her side and watches. Fingers herself to the sight. When they notice her, Nico lets out a choked noise and comes against Percy's stomach, then watches greedily when Percy sinks down and gets her off with his mouth. She can almost see him studying Percy, making mental notes about how to do it, what she likes best, what makes her keen and gasp his name.

Percy's not stupid. He seems to put it together easily when Nico doesn't dart away every time Annabeth comes home or breaths in his direction. If anything he seems happier. Nico sticking around more means he gets to bully him into dinners and lunches and romantic picnics at the bottom of the ocean.

Nico's still got that startled energy of "this could all collapse at any moment so I'm going to guard my heart as fiercely as possible" going on, but as Annabeth drags him out on dates to movies and fancy restaurants Percy hates going to, he seems to settle a little more and more. He still turns bright red and splutters when she asks him a year later what he wants to do for their anniversary. Like he's shocked she considers him more than just a fuckbuddy to gang up on Percy with, but when she grills him about what he considers dating to be and if that is not what they've been doing this whole time, he flusters but agrees with her.

He takes her to Italy, for their anniversary.

Their relationship is a strange thing, and despite his involvement with the two of them, it still feels separate from Percy. Sometimes there's Percy, Nico, Annabeth, the three of them curled up around one another, and other times it's just a duo eating dinner around a table and talking about the day. Her love for Nico is different from her love for Percy and his love for her is the same way. She couldn't define it properly if she tried.

But it's hers. It's his. It's theirs.

That's all that matters.