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cyazurai · 2 years ago
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Have my queue set to go through April 11th, and now I need to actually play the save of doom to get new content for the Ward legacy.
I still have a full week left of toddlers + infants at the same time.
Wish me luck.
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thewolfisawake · 1 year ago
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End of a Rotten Dream
How many times have they crossed blades in their lifetime? Balmoral had long since lost count since at some point they became like a dance. One of many that Mhoirbheinn taught and learned alongside him. Step back, step forward. A weave here and glide along the back there. To him, it was no different than being led through the steps of a waltz. Even though Mhoirbheinn tended to be capricious in his action, he was deliberate in execution. But Balmoral adored that still.
There was an artistry to Mhoirbheinn's cruelty that captivated Balmoral to this day. With his paints of mercurial and crimson blood, he could compose a masterpiece as easily as breathing. If it were his vindictiveness at play--as cruel as it was--the king would've allowed this to continue. But he couldn't.
Not like this. Not when it brought torment to people that had come to trust the rule within these castle walls. Not while knowing it all came from a deluge of distress and woe. Not when Mhoirbheinn was suffering, trapped in a long looming nightmare.
So ensnared, Balmoral doubted his voice was getting through. He pivoted to avoid a lunge. Even if he could win a battle of attrition, it would not guarantee his love's freedom. He flipped back, narrowly avoiding the secondary attack of a sickle. He needed to get Mhoirbheinn to stop somehow. Twin daggers descended on him once more.
During their encounter, Balmoral noticed that while Mhoirbheinn maintained his strength and prowess that he had in present...his tactics hadn't. It was like dealing with that scornful yet desolate youth. While it had been their beginning, it was painful to think of the other reverted back to this time. A time with nothing but grief and directionless anger. To relive the sorrow that spurned him. To believe that there was only loneliness in his freedom.
"We are past that point," Balmoral said aloud although he didn't expect to be heard, "it's time for you to come back."
Balmoral went in for a slash and was met by the scrape of metal as Mhoirbheinn met his attack. He pushed against the hold, seemingly starting to step the other's foot in a bid to rest control. However Bal shifted, his boot hooking the fae's ankle and only giving a push to trip him up.
A pang dug into him but he didn't relent as they both went to the ground. Prepared for the fall, Balmoral straddled his opponent and managed to pin an arm. His blade flush against Mhoirbheinn's throat. The sword hovered just above his skin but went no further. Yet its chill could nip his neck.
Ah, how many times had they also ended like this? Sometimes like this. Sometimes reversed. An air of teasing and amusement abound. But today there was only a tension, heavy pants made evident with wisps of frost. They were frozen in that moment, awaiting the next movement, next word.
Rather than a hardened expression, there was only a faint quiver of forced patience. Mhoirbheinn blinked, his eyes alternated between focus and searching. But at the mention of his name, Balmoral's shoulders sagged as he released the breath he didn't realize he was holding. He allowed room for the other to sit up. Adrenaline winding down, his body reminding him Mhoirbheinn didn't take his counters lying down.
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"Ha, ah never cannae time your haun right..." he wearily chuckled. Mhoirbheinn didn't find any humor in it, instead dropping his last defense. Before he could move away or call out, Balmoral held fast to his arm, "Simmer, Bheinnan...it's alright. It's over."
Oh, if only those words would be true.
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teddyqd · 7 months ago
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{ID - 1 - tweet from @/KoryStamper reads, "While recovering from foot surgery in a haze of hardcore painkillers, I decided to knit myself a scarf. So simple! Can't screw it up! Just case on and knit! The scarf was 3 inches wide and 17 feet long." Attached is a photo showing along, vertically striped scarf that stretches down someone's doorstep and path.
2 - a follow up by @/KoryStamper reads, "1. Take an oxycodone 2. Cast on, whatever, like 400-1000 stitches? 3. Knit. 4. Fall asleep while knitting a blue row? 5. Wake up knitting a pink row? 6. MORE DRUGS."
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Nicole Cliffe has a whole twitter thread about funny/horrifying anaesthesia stories that you should read all of, but this is definitely my favourite  
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minjimunji · 3 months ago
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bi 4 bi percabeth,,,,, 👉👈
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diodellet · 2 months ago
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truly, all a guy has to do is show his pits and shoulders, and my attention is: seized. girlie is bewildered, transfixed, mesmerized if u will.
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moncuries · 10 months ago
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guess what i watched on new years (a redraw kind of)
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ohnoall3ofmyemotions · 11 months ago
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“You are Poseidon’s son.”
“I am Sally Jackson’s son!”
YEAH YOU TELL EM PERCY FUCK A DEADBEAT DAD
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3amandimstillawake · 11 months ago
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while we're on the topic of talking about changes the pjo show made that i love, im glad they didn't push the whole Annabeth saying she and Percy *have* to be enemies because athena and Poseidon have beef. Instead she's just this cryptid autistic strategist 12 yr old who stalks Percy and pushes him into the water. She's like "hmm this white boy will perfectly serve my purpose and schemes" and she's so real for that
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zetadyllica · 11 months ago
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i’ve been thinking about riordanverse demigods and their mommy issues.
annabeth, piper, alex fierro: my mom is an absent goddess who’s kind of a bitch to me and my loved ones
jason, thalia, hazel: my mom was a messed up person when she was alive
nico, leo, frank, magnus chase: my mom died years ago but she was a wonderful person and i miss her every day
percy jackson and will solace: MY MOM 🤱 is my BEST 🤩 FRIEND 👯 she is so LOVELY 🥰 and KIND 💕 and COOL 😎 and i’m having DINNER 🍽️ WITH HER ON SATURDAY 🥳💫🤪
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groverapologist · 4 months ago
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the seven are so funny theyre literally just: abandoned by dad, neglected by dad, dead mom, dead mom, abandoned by dead mom, neglected by dead mom, and percy
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verflares · 6 months ago
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just how long is forever? // not long enough, with you
pssst. check this out on inprnt :]
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kermit-coded · 10 months ago
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percy and annabeth: *having a sweet bonding moment*
grover in the top bunk:
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emmeriex · 5 months ago
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girls when they remember that sally named percy after the only greek hero with a happy ending and beryl named jason after a hero who died alone and unhappy to appease a wrathful goddess.
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minjimunji · 3 months ago
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I drew Asian percabeth lol
Every time some racist loser complains about how my Percy and Annabeth “aren’t book accurate,” I will design a different version out of spite (and bc it’s fun 🥰)
So fuck it, Annabeth’s Indian and Percy is Korean
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circustoast · 4 months ago
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