#could not get this up the other day because work was far too busy (yay frog)

[ceiling-karasu]

More dramatic scenes from Operation: White Snow Continues, and some analysis of Geomeunjogjebi.

Geumsaegi discovers that Juldarami has been kidnapped, and proceeds to, possibly implied via the title card, jump out the window.

He then runs around screaming in the woods, punching trees, wondering how he and the Flower Hill plans could go on without Juldarami.

Never mind the fact that he could have been the next target, and should have considered that, given his position. He went out into the woods alone, and could have been captured as well for that mistake, which could make for an interesting episode AU if he has to work from that angle.

It is actually General Commander Jogjebi who actually does something useful first. He immediately freaks out, because the soldier he sent out to investigate a possible traitor ring came back injured, and then was abducted. He understands the greater connotations of a group of individuals kidnapping someone who might have the information on who is a threat to the Weasel Unit. With the Regimental Commander missing, who can he trust if he goes outside?

If anything, traitors are more dangerous than scouts from Flower Hill, especially since they have a more vested interest in killing him, whereas Flower Hill could use him as a hostage. Naturally, Commander Jogjebi immediately has his soldiers start searching the base.

Which is something Geumsaegi should have done at the start, instead of running around in the snow.

Meanwhile, the concept of Geomeunjogjebi is interesting in general.

This weasel appears as Aekku’s replacement in The Pact, throwing himself into the role with enthusiasm. He appears in Operation: Snow White Continues, having performed an autopsy on his own brother, and discovered that the bullets that killed him were of Weasel Unit make. Therefore, it was obvious to him that Juldarami had killed his brother, instead of the Rabbits.

Clearly, he wants revenge. But how did he know Juldarami was a scout? Apparently, he was not part of The Pact or the Rebels of Mt. Rock beforehand (he did have the secret insignia, though, so at least he was not playing a large part). There are two possibilities.

One, he was part of the rebels all along, and it had already be determined that he was to be Aekku’s backup. He was just not seen, since as a doctor he had to work in a specific area, and could not join the rest of the rebels immediately. This does not explain why he would know Juldarami was a scout, considering Aekku only figured it out in Rabbit Village.

If anything, Geomeunjogjebi would have known that Geumsaegi was a scout, since thanks to Mulmangcho they already had that information.

It would have been prudent to grab Geumsaegi as well, but revenge on Juldarami apparently took priority.

The second possibility is that Aekku was suspicious of Commander Jogjebi and Juldarami, wondering if there was a plot to have him killed in Rabbit Village, and decided to leave all his information behind for his brother to find, in a hidden location only the two of them would know about. Perhaps a dossier on everything The Pact was doing, so Geomeunjogjebi could pick up where he left off.

Problem with this is, while Aekku should have known about Geumsaegi being a Flower Hill Scout, he did not figure out about Juldarami until Rabbit Village, which means that bit of information should not have been in any left behind notes.

Unless, of course, Aekku make some sort of phone call from the hotel room, informing his brother on where to find the notes, and the possibility that the Regional Commander was a Flower Hill scout.

Obviously he just assumes Commander Jogjebi is compromised at this point, so Aekku could not make a phone call to the base and tell Jogjebi that the plan was in Jeopardy.

Which makes calling Geomeunjogjebi a higher possibility. Naturally, the phones would be wiretapped, but Aekku, as the Scout Commander, might have the knowledge on how to remove the wiretap, or at least speak in a friendly and specific manner that his brother would recognize as a message that the Rabbit listeners would not understand.

Since Geumsaegi ran off into the forest alone, Geomeunjogjebi, as a doctor, could have easily followed and grabbed him with some chloroform or other sleeping drug, moved him, and then claimed that he lost Geumsaegi when that one tree fell down. And then they would have two hostages in order to get close to General Commander Jogjebi. But, apparently, revenge may have taken priority at that point.

Also, Juldarami was injured, and Geumsaegi had proven himself a formidable opponent in fighting weasels, let alone two grieving mice.

[rimunagenius]

Off Day

ʚ pairing: Kate Martin x Roommate!reader

ʚ word count: 2.6k words

ʚ warnings: RPF!! angst, creepy!stalker-ish!classmate, harassment, some fluff at the end

ʚ ri speaks: okay so i literally just dropped part one and the masterlist and right after i literally wrote this part! i literally pulled this series out of my ass last night…pardon my french. so i finished the masterlist and first part last night and so far, the feedback im getting is really good so…yay!☺️ anyways, this part is a little dark? but trustttt it will be resolved soon.

Part 2

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You desperately wanted to crawl back into bed, get back under the cool covers, and just lie there until the world ended. Or until Kate got home. Either way, you wanted to be anywhere but class.

Something about today was so off. You woke up and did your routine like any normal day. Kate left earlier than you but came back right before you left. You left her breakfast or lunch, whatever she decided to classify it as on the counter, and said you'd see her later at practice. That was 3 hours ago.

But today you had an exam in your anatomy class. This class was easy but you just did not want to be there because of Nick. Ever since a couple of days ago when you told Kate what went down between him and Gabbie, he's been relentless in getting the details of "your and Kate's relationship." You didn't want to tell him it wasn't Kate because you'd rather have to pretend to date her than anyone in California. Especially the girls you knew.

Something about Nick was off so you weren't going to pick a random girl in your following on Instagram. Knowing him, he'd probably stalk the poor woman. You just wanted to skip this class altogether. You hoped this line in the coffee shop on campus would move faster to possibly find a seat where other people could fill in around you before he could.

"Hey!" You turned your head, pulled one airpod out of your ear, and smiled at the brunette next to you. Her name was Juliana and you had class with her in like ten minutes.

"Oh, my god, hi!" You put the AirPod back in its case, abandoning the tranquility for the rest of whatever conversation was going to ensue.

"Not to be nosy or get in your business, and I really don't want to make you uncomfortable, but that guy over there keeps staring at you." She pointed her finger, subtly, in the direction behind her. You got to be fucken kidding…Nick. "He's been saying things to people in anatomy, saying you guys are talking, and how he doesn't like how you're too close to Kate. Or something like that, it's all unclear. But I found it weird and thought you should know." Her face looked genuinely concerned. Her eyes went soft as she looked at your expression change from friendly to somewhat terrified.

"Oh, my god. Thanks for telling me. I don't even know him. He's asked me out a couple of times but I rejected him. Who is he telling? Do a lot of people know?" You asked her. Your hands started to get clammy, as you started to move to the pick-up counter, your name being called; your drink ready.

"I honestly have no idea, but if anyone asks just tell them you're in a relationship." Juliana suggested, unsure of how to handle the whole situation.

"Yeah, I thought he'd leave me alone when my friend Gabbie had said I was seeing someone already. He automatically assumed it was my best friend Kate." You really thought this was behind you. This was probably the bad feeling you've been feeling all day.

"Oh, so you're not dating Kate?" Juliana asked, her face lightening up.

"No, but she said she was okay with going along with it to keep him away from me. Why? You like her?" You had no idea she swung that way. She usually talked about boy drama whenever you guys did group work in your class.

"Uh, no. But if she decides to start seeing someone and needs to drop the whole "fake girlfriend" thing, you can definitely ask me. I'm happy to help." She smiled warmly at you. You were very grateful for her willingness to help.

"Oh, okay. Thank you so much!" Her friend then called her over, and you both said goodbye. You had already made it to your class. Juliana keeping you company the whole way. You walked in and took a seat, pulling out your phone. You figured you could text Kate and let her know that if Juliana was willing to help, you'd relieve her of her duties. You also wanted to catch her up on what the hell went down in the coffee shop.

"you will not believe what just happened..."

almost instantly, her response bubble popped up.

"omg, what?"

"a friend in my anatomy class came up to me in better buzz and told me some guy was staring at me"

"what guy? are you okay?"

"and the guy was Nick!"

"oh..."

"apparently he's telling people me and him are talking but doesn't like how me and you are so close"

"wtf. are you serious?"

"did you tell her that me and u were together?"

"ab that...she said she would be down to be my "girlfriend" if I needed it. so I was thinking I would just tell ppl that me n her are together, so that way you're not dragged into this mess lol"

"Oh."

"okay for sure."

"I gtg. I'll see you later at practice!"

"alright, see you later. love you!"

" 'bear <3 loved "alright, see you later. love you!" "

Usually, she said it back. You, Kate, and all the girls got in the habit of saying 'love you' to one another because it was true. You all loved each other so dearly. None of you had shame in how you felt about one another and how close you held each other to your hearts. But you just decided to brush it off, she was probably just super busy. 

You honestly had no idea why your mind told you to read into everything she's been saying and texting you, lately. I was seriously getting unhealthy with how much you worried about what she thought about you. You were lost in thought before someone took a seat next to you. Assuming it was Juliana because she was just outside with her friends, you turned to tell her that if she was down to be your "girlfriend." You were pretty startled to see it wasn't her but Nick instead. 

"So, how have you been?" He asked. Something about him seemingly so off. You didn't like the feeling you got around him at all. You noticed his gaze following you out of the shop with Juliana ten minutes ago. You looked around the room, the spots in the class filling up quickly. You saw Juliana walk in, but before you could get her attention, Nick moved into your line of sight and prevented anyone from coming between you two. 

"Uh, good?" You looked down at your phone trying to find anything to keep you looking as uninterested as possible. 

"That's it? Nothing else to say to me?" He seemed to be growing more irritable with the short responses. 

"I don't know what you want me to say, I didn't want to talk to you anyway." You looked at him, wishing he'd go away. You didn't want to say it out loud and catch the attention of everyone around you. 

"Oh, now that's not nice. That's no way to talk to your boyfriend." He said, a weird smile encroaching on his lips. You did not like this at all. You were genuinely starting to get scared. You pulled up Juliana's number, thankful you asked for it last week so you could send her the notes she missed. 

"911. he's starting to really freak me out." 

You sent the message and immediately Nick asked who you had been texting. "Can you please, for the love of god, leave me alone? I'm seeing someone." The smirk on his face dropped, a cold stare being directed right at you. 

"No, you're not. You're seeing me." 

"No, she's not you creep. She's my girlfriend." Juliana then sat on the opposite side of you, staring Nick down. Nick's face flushed, his eyes looking at a few people who had turned around to see what was going on. She placed a hand on your leg.

It wasn't long after your exam and when the class was dismissed that Nick approached you again. He tried to talk to you, you just want to get straight to the Carver stadium. No students that weren't on the team or staff weren't allowed in. You just needed to get there as quickly as possible. 

"Hey! Stop ignoring me." Nick semi-shouted at you. You had put both airpods in, trying to tune him out. It wasn't until he tried to grab your arm and pull you back from walking away from him that you turned around ready to blow up before your saving grace came up to both of you. 

"Hey, man! Watch the fuck out. I don't know who you think you are but you are not gonna put your hands on my friend like that. Not like that, not now, and not ever." Hannah, with the hand she had placed on his arm to throw it off you, pushed him back a little before putting her arm around your shoulder and walking away from him. "That was fucking weird. You know that guy?" She looked back to see if he was still there, and indeed he was. Watching you both walk in the direction towards the arena. 

"No, actually. He's a fucking creep who asked me out a couple of times and took it horribly. He's been harassing me for a little. He was staring at me while I was getting coffee before my class like two hours ago." You said, calming down significantly since Hannah showed up. But your stomach was still uneasy and you really did not want to go to that class tomorrow or ever until he was gone and far away from Iowa City. 

"Yeah, don't walk around campus alone anymore. I'll come to find you after every—what class is this?" 

"Anatomy." 

"Okay, after every one of your anatomy classes, I'll come to find you and we can go to practice together. Do you have friends that know what classes you have and can walk you?" Now that you think about it, Juliana was in a lot of your classes. She wanted to do nursing so most classes you had in the week, were with her. 

"Yeah, funny story. The girl that's pretending to be my girlfriend to keep that guy away, which he obviously doesn't give a damn about, is in a lot of my classes. And it works out because the ones she's not in, Kate takes me because they're on her way." You smiled at the tall girl, grateful. 

"Okay, good. I don't want you getting stalked and possibly worse because of that guy. You should report him before it gets too bad." Hannah suggested, and rightfully so. 

"Yeah, I will. Thanks again, Hannah."

The girls' practice was going well. Until it wasn't. 

"Hey, you got a minute?" You were organizing gauze and wraps in the med bag behind the bench before you looked up and saw Kate holding her nose. 

"Yes, of course, Kate. Another one?" You looked at the girl as she walked around the bench and you handed her a towel. She broke her nose every year, you and Caitlin swore on it. You grabbed some gauze squares and put them in each nostril, to absorb as much blood as possible before you completely ruined the towel. 

"Don't tilt your head back. It could cause clots." You knew she already knew that with how prone Kate was to bloody noses. But it never hurts to refresh her mind, as it is instinct to stop the bleeding. 

"Yeah, thanks." You and Kate stood there while the bleeding stopped. "Alright, I think I'm good." She said a small smile on her face. You saw some blood on her shirt, grabbing the small bottle of peroxide in the bag, and a small gauze pad, you tried to soak as much of it out so it was easier for her when she did laundry. Suddenly your phone started buzzing. A new notification every second. 

"Jeez, who is blowing up your phone?" Kate asked, as she looked at your screen lighting up and watching the notifications pop up one by one.

"I don't know. Can you check?" You asked as you tried to get the last spot of blood off her clothes. 

"It's Instagram. Someone named Nick? Is it that same Nick guy Hannah said harassed the fuck out of you today?" She set your phone down. Your stomach immediately churning. You were honestly getting the creeps. 

"Oh my god. She told you?" You asked as you looked into Kate's eyes. Both of yours mirroring each other. The same worried look. 

"Yeah, and I'm glad she did. You need to say something. Or I can if you're not comfortable." Kate suggested. Now six more new notifications popped up, all from Nick. "I'll block him for you." She said, picking up your phone but stopping to look at you. Her eyes silently asking if that was okay with you.

"Yeah, please." You sighed as you threw the gauze squares away, putting the peroxide back before watching Kate block Nick. On your main and spam account. You have no idea how he found you; your name isn’t in the usernames. You really should go private and change your message settings. "Alright lemme check your nose though, to make sure it's not broken." There was absolutely no need to do this. You knew it was probably just a simple elbow or ball to the face. You both would've known if it was broken. 

"Alright." She sat on the bench, signature manspread. Good lord. You stood between her legs, putting pressure on different parts of her nose, checking for any indication of pain. It was a little tender but that was obvious, and so was you making an excuse to keep Kate a little longer. I mean, could she blame you? You haven't seen her much in the last couple of days. Late practices you missed for studying for your exam, her leaving earlier than you and by the time you get home she's either asleep or visiting her nephew. You missed your best friend.

You could see her looking at you as you checked. Your eyes meet once or twice, small giggles escaping your lips every time. Her eyes dropping to your lips occasionally, watching your tongue poke out a little as you focused on the task at hand. That made her giggle too. "Okay, bear. You're good." You kissed the top of her head and patted her shoulder before she stood up and ran back to the court. 

"If I roll my ankle, do I get a cute nickname and a kiss too?" Caitlin shouted as she pretended to throw herself on the ground. You laughed at her antics loudly before nodding your head and yelling yes. You laughed harder as she pretended to limp towards you. 

"Yeah, I'm gonna need like ten kisses to make this unbearable pain go away."  She fakes winced as she took a seat in the spot Kate was previously in, resting her "injured" foot on the chairs next to her. 

"Oh for sure, Cait." You laughed.

Suddenly, Sydney, Kylie, Jada, and Gabbie, hobbled over pretending to be injured to get their kisses too. "You need one too, Coach Bluder?" You shouted after you made your way through half the lineup. You made the assistant coaches laugh, including Coach herself. The practice was better after that, but you just couldn't shake the events from today off. 

Maybe another movie night with Kate would fix this. A lot of ice cream must be eaten tonight. Just one night, peaceful, and Nick free.

[rexisan]

it’s winter and the air is cold in Gotham, but that doesn’t stop Tim.

... I'm gonna take this opportunity to play around in my Sentient Gotham AU because I can and I need to delve into the weird cryptid energy.

Cold and Gotham were synonyms in Tim's mind. She was a frigid bitch on a good day and she hated him so that's why he specifically got directed to Freezes new hideout on the coldest day on record so far. He talked him down! With no backup! Yay!He's on his way back, with no casualties or damage except Tim's core temperature. The problem is he's cold his skin is pulling where his scars are, and he wanted to be warm so bad.

Oh, and he's mad at Gotham. But he's usually irritated with her for some reason or another. But nowadays, he doesn't have to feel her as deeply as he used to. No more icy claws digging in his skin, reminding him that she kept him close, not out of love. But out of fear. He doesn't feel it anymore, though. All he feels is Jason's heartbeat and sometimes very strong emotions. He sat beside a frost covered gargoyle, feeling similarly to it in many ways, closed his eyes, and let himself.. expand. It was hard to explain to the others, except Jason and Cass, how it worked or felt. It felt like he was losing part of himself, but gaining so much more. His eyes burned, and he knew distantly they were burning white, Jason told him once, but he wasn't Tim, not Red Robin. Right now, he was the ghost.

The only part of him reminding him he was Tim, was the burning, constant thrum that was Jason. Tim followed the bond, wanting to make sure Jason wasn't too busy before he hunted him down.

Jason was cataloging his weapons, seeing what he needed restock of, writing it down to give to Tim later. He was deep in the Nest where Tim made him his weapons room, where him and Roy sometimes tinkered.

It's when he felt it. The feeling was similar to when Gotham and him talked, the cool phantom touch, but it wasn't parental or.. distant in the way she was. This touch was visceral, feeling like ice curled around his heart, cupping it gently. Tim was playing ghost.

"Cmon Birdie, come back to the Nest," Jason said to the 'empty' room. He felt fingers in his hair and ice on his cheek before the feeling vanished. Leaving naught but goosebumps in its wake.

Jason left the room to go up to the shared apartment. Not sure what to be expecting from his bird but knowing Tim needed him right now.

Tim climbed into the Nest blindly. He could probably navigate the entire city blind if he wanted to. He shut the window and redit the traps. Following the only thing keeping him going, the warm heartbeat that wasn't his. He peeled off his suit, leaving it scattered behind him until frigid fingers curled into a soft worn shirt. Jason nearly jumped when Timmy plastered himself bodily against Jason. Tim was freezing. Jason turned and wrapped his arms around him cooing softly.

"Oh Birdie," he breathed into his hair. "Let's get you warmed up and you can yell at me about what happened later."

Tim just gripped him tighter. Jason his last lifeline to humanity love of his life, the only thing keeping him from losing himself to the cold and the city.

Jason his heart.

He was warming back up.

[annaizscribbling]

In Which the Farmer is a Cryptid. Part 7, Jas.

(Pt 1)

Jas was a curious girl. She had to be, really.

She had laid out two of her favorite dresses on her bed. Both were purple, of course. Everything should be purple, in her strong opinion. Jas had found herself a bit less chipper that morning, and she had once overheard Haley say that the best way to tackle a grungy day was to look even more fantastic.

Thus, choosing between her two favorite dresses. After that she would have to choose a bow, which would be far more of an ordeal. Really, being a young lady was no easy task. Though Marnie likes to tell Jas that she’s got it easy. She says that playing all day and school with Penny is easy, and that Jas should enjoy it while she gets to be a kid.

Clearly, Marnie has never had to put together a fancy outfit.

After staring at the two options long enough to get bored, (hours probably) she sought out some assistance. This was a two person problem. Time to get some help.

“Shane!” she called out through the walls. There was no response. She grumbled, crossing her arms. “Shane!”

After a few seconds of impatience, she scooped both dresses into her arms and trotted towards the kitchen.

“Shane!”

Jas found him where she expected to find him, warming up some cold pizza in the mircrowave that was supposedly older than herself. He looked half awake, slumped against the counter because standing up required too much energy. He yawned, a long, loud yawn that often made Jas giggle.

“Shane. Help,” Jas said seriously, inching closer with her dresses in hand.

“Hmm?” He pawed at his scruffy chin, other hand stuffed in his massive hoodie pocket. The light from the microwave cast a glow against him. He really did look barely awake.

“I need your help. I can’t decide what to wear. Choose,” She thrusted both dresses towards him, face puckered seriously.

Shane blinked groggily; he didn’t do mornings well at all. Marnie was probably out taking care of the cows and being productive. Her godfather clicked his tongue, before peering at the bundle of purple frills and tule that made up her dresses.

“… Can’t tell where one dress ends and another starts,” he mumbled, pulling the hem of one to separate it from the other. “Uh. Here. This one,” he nodded his chin at the darker purple one.

“Did you see the bow on the back?” she pointed at the feature for consideration.

“Uh huh. Looks great,” he yawned, patting her on the head. The microwave finished whirring, so he pulled out his food.

Jas frowned, but accepted the choice at face value. Before she could walk back to her room, Shane had gently pulled her arm, bringing her into a hug. He ruffled her dark hair, leaning on her playfully.

“You have a good day for me, kay?” Shane told her, giving her a firm pat on the back. He still sounded half awake, but effort was being made.

“I will, Shane,” she smiled, hugging his side.

“Good. I’ve got ta get to Zuzu City today, but I’ll see you tonight. Who knows? Maybe I’ll get you something from that chocolate store you like so much."

“Yay!” She squealed.

It was a nice thing to hold onto. As Shane left and Marnie started working, it was another day for Jas to entertain herself.

Jas was a curious girl. She had to be.

Her days could be rather lonely. The grown ups in her life were busy. Vincent got busy with his family sometimes. There weren’t other kids in Pelican Town. So Jas knew how to entertain herself. Jump rope, dolls, digging, playing with the cows or chickens, dress up, playing pretend. Lots of things could fill the day.

But sometimes it was hard. She felt a little grouchy, or just more … bored. Just bored. Or maybe a more mean type of bored? She wasn’t sure.

As Jas pondered her mood, dressed in her specially picked dress, she found herself wandering. Wandering up past the house, up the straight path.

It wasn’t long before she found looking at the farmer’s property. Huh. Didn’t mean to do that.

It was a gorgeous summer day. The farm had to many little buildings and ponds. Great big trees were set in clusters around the edges of the property. Strange statues in pastel colors lined the far side by the fence. Animals lounged around in their pens, all healthy and happy. Rows upon rows of kegs and furnaces made neat lines on the other side of the farm.

But Jas’s eyes were captivated by the crops. Big bountiful crops all around.

And among the summer harvest, was the farmer.

Jas loved the farmer. Who was more dazzling than her? Jas wanted a farm of her own one day, to grow flowers and fruit on a pretty day, just like today. The farmer was in black today, like her usual attire. Though today her clothes were breezy, swaying in the gentle summer wind. She held a wicker basket against her hip, filled with blueberries and strawberries, it seemed.

Jas stared.

The farmer was stooped by a little hutch in the center of the crops. Her long curls looked perfect, they always did, honestly, they never seemed to look remotely different on any given day. Like one of Jas’s dolls, but with freckles! Jas wanted freckles too. Her attempts at using paint did not pan out.

After a moment, Jas crept a little closer.

Despite the fact that the farmer was turned around, she seemed to sense Jas. She turned around, smiling fondly.

Jas startled, before timidly waving back. She couldn’t decide if she felt guilty or not about snooping, but the farmer didn’t seem upset, so perhaps it was fine.

The farmer waved her over.

Jas trotted over, excited.

“How would you like a fairy rose?” the farmer whispered in her soft, always very earnest voice. There was a sparkle in her big brown eyes.

“Uh huh,” Jas nodded rapidly, though she didn’t see any flowers anywhere near. She saw plenty of plants, but they all seemed like they’d been harvested already.

“We’ll have to ask my friends,” she told Jas with a mischievous smile.

“Friends ...?”

The farmer nodded, gently pulling Jas to kneel beside her by the little hutch. With a smile, the farmer gave a low whistle into the opening of the little leafy house.

To Jas’s utter shock, a little … something hopped out. It was green, round, shiny, with a little stem and leaf on top. It had black glossy eyes and pink blush. She gave a little gasp.

Two more in red and orange popped out next, flowers in hand. The farmer put her basket down in front of them, and they began piling crops into it. She watched in awe as one of the little fellas brought out the most beautiful fairy rose, a purple one. The green guy waddled out in front of her, holding it out.

Had Jas been any older, perhaps this would have been terrifying. Impossible. Strange and frightening. But she was not any of those things, instead, she was utterly delighted with the funny little things in front of her.

Jas looked to the farmer for permission, who nodded encouragingly. She took the flower and smelled it, the little guy seemed pleased, dancing around, putting its little stick arms in the air with joy.

“That’s a junimo,” the farmer said with a soft smile. She had a soft, soothing voice any day, but especially now, she seemed content. “They help me around the farm. I worked for them for the better part of two years, getting things they needed. Later, I purchased homes for them, and they help gather crops. The junimo’s help Seb and I.”

“… junimos?” Jas looked at the adorable little guys incredulously. She really wanted to hug them.

The farmer nodded, standing up and brushing off her flowy linen pants. She smiled down at Jas and the junimos, plucking another flower from the basket and tucking it behind Jas’s ear. “Good helpers. And very good friends.”

“They are?”

“Sure are,” the farmer nodded. “If you’re not too loud, they might be more than happy to play with you. Helps keep the lonely away,” she whispered.

Jas looked up with big eyes, before turning her attention to the junimos. “Hi, junimos. I’m Jas.”

The junimos came closer, the red one crawling right into her lap. She giggled with delight, petting its smooth skin. It was so cute it made her heart hurt.

With that same soft smile ever present, the farmer got up to go tend to her animals, keeping an eye on Jas as she played with her new friends

“Do you like my dress?” Jas whispered to the junimos, who made strange little gleeful noises in response. Jas blushed and hugged one of them to her chest.

[midknightwritings]

im having the biggest brainrot over this idea so yay req time

au where knights (seperatly) are royalty and their s/o is their own personal knight,,, and Shenanigans happen with each of them,, God i hope this makes sense im not very good with words 😭

Royal!Knights & their Knight!S/O

Synopsis : Being the personal knight tasked with protecting and directly serving your kingdom’s ruler often leads to eventful, and memorable, moments. Especially when said ruler is also your lover.

Era : N / A

Warning/s : "Beauty" is used once as a gender-neutral descriptor

Mentioned Character/s : G/N!Reader / Tsukasa / Leo / Izumi / Arashi / Ritsu

A/N : Anon… YOUR BRAIN IS SO MASSIVE FOR THIS !! Omg now I’m brainrotting over this idea too cuz I’m such a sucker for royal AUs 😭 But for the sake of the fluff, just imagine that their kingdom is open to the idea of royals being in a relationship with anybody, regardless of their status LMAO

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

Tsukasa Suou :

Tsukasa deeply respects your opinion because he knows that you want the best for him and his people. During meetings, he would often seek out your advice. From military tactics to what colour the banners should be for the upcoming festival, Tsukasa trusts you with all his heart and will accept your guidance with open arms. If he's busy with important matters, other castle personnel would seek you out instead as they know that your insight will be the closest to what their king would desire.

He always invites you to tea time !! Tsukasa says it's a reward for working so diligently but you know the truth~ This is the only time he can drop his royal facade and be himself. He wants to share these intimate moments with the one he loves the most !! Mmm~ The taste of this brioche is marvelous !! Here, take a bite. You'll love it~

Tsukasa deeply admires your skills as a knight and secretly desires to train alongside you. One day, you noticed this and decided to personally train your lover in sword-fighting. Now, sword training became a part of his weekly schedule and, even though it gets tiring at times, Tsukasa still holds these moments with you close to his heart~ After all, he's doing something he's passionate about with you !! What more could he ask for?

In the late hours of the night, when the castle is quiet and everyone's asleep, Tsukasa would sometimes sneak out of his bedroom and into the kitchen to try and teach himself how to bake. He does this because he wants to give you a [ F/F ] cake one day !! It's quite difficult to be quiet AND to teach himself at the same time but he's trying his best !!

During royal balls, he's such a gentleman when it comes to entertaining the guests, but if you catch him at the right moments, you'll be able to see how his eyes often glance towards you. How his gaze lingers on you for a while as a soft smile grace his lips. Once the ball is over, he'll gently take your hand and guide you to the castle gardens, where he would ask if he could have this dance. Eyes full of love and his smile never faltering, he'll take your hand in his and hum a familiar tune as you both dance under the moonlight.

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

Leo Tsukinaga :

You’re the only one in the entire kingdom who can somehow find your king every time he gets lost when he’s out composing. Initially, your fellow knights were panicking as they ran around the entire castle trying to track down the king. After all, he couldn’t possibly have gone far !! R-right…? Well… As the royal guards were checking every nook and cranny to ever exist, your instincts casually guided you to where your lover was. Without hesitation, you found Leo instantly. To this day, nobody can truly comprehend just how impressive your Leo-radar is, and it amazes them every time.

Leo straight up wouldn’t let you call him “your highness”, “your majesty”, “my lord” or any honorific similar to those. This is because he loves the way his actual name rolls off your tongue as he finds his royal titles to be too suffocating. Hearing “Leo” come from you, his lover, makes him feel like Leo, a person, rather than Leo, the king. He would get pouty if you use honorifics in royal meetings or gatherings but understands why you used them [ no matter how much he dislikes them ] but, if you use those same honorifics when you're both alone, he would either pretend that he can’t hear you or say things like, “Aaahhh~!! Who are you talking to? I don’t know who this ‘your highness’ person is~”

The amount of songs Leo composed that's inspired by you is astounding !! You don’t realize just how much inspiration Leo gains from you as his muse. Your eyes could tentatively scan through the crowd for any dangers and Leo already came up with a whole symphony !! You glanced at him from across the room and gave him a soft smile during a meeting? Well… Now the meeting turned into several advisors holding their king back from composing on the royal map !! No matter what you do, whether it’s a conscious or unconscious choice, a melody immediately fills Leo’s mind and he can’t help but write !! He hopes to one day create a symphony that, in his eyes, can truly capture your beauty entirely.

During royal balls, Leo would flat out refuse to dance with anybody except you. It doesn’t matter if they’re the heir to the richest kingdom in the country or if they’re the most sought out ruler for marriage; Without hesitation, he'd immediately turn them down. For Leo, waltzing is something intimate as he views it as a way where partners become one as they synchronize with one another through music. He doesn’t want to share something as sacred as this with anyone else except you.

Even when you're not on duty, Leo would still find a way to be with you. Oh? You're going to town? What a coincidence !! Leo needed to check the progress on the upcoming festival, why not accompany him there? You're relaxing in your room? Knock, knock~ The king is free for tea time and is wondering if you could please grace him with your presence~ Whether you're on duty or not, being by each other's side gives you both a sense of comfort that no one else can give.

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

Izumi Sena :

Izumi deeply cares about you but shows it through more subtle means. Actions speak louder than words, after all !! He tries to keep up his image of royalty but, if you squint hard enough, you can easily see that facade crumbling if he notices something off from you any way, shape or form. So here, take a seat !! You've been standing all day long, right? Huh?! What do you mean "You're ok”?! Are you disobeying the direct orders from your king? Mhmm~ That’s what he thought~

If you’re not on duty, Izumi's seemingly more grumpier than usual. This sometimes causes the entire castle to practically walk on eggshells because they don’t want to inconvenience their king even more than he apparently is. Though, his mood would instantly shift the moment his eyes land on you. He’ll definitely request for the two of you to walk around the castle gardens just to compensate for the lost time you were not with him~

Izumi hates seeing you fall into unhealthy habits even if you can’t help it sometimes. As the knight that directly serves him, it’s your duty to protect your lover but, even then, he still wouldn't have any of it !! He’ll make you swear to go to bed after escorting him to his bedroom, never skip meals even if you have training right after and take adequate amounts of breaks. This is to help you stay competent in emergency situations and it’s totally not because he’s worried for your personal well-being or anything like that !!

Izumi will personally style your uniform when it comes to important gatherings such as balls, festivals, meetings, etc. He would often add small trinkets from his own accessory collection as a subtle way to connect the two of you together. Izumi would never say anything, but when your gaze alternates between the shining brooch on his tie and the similar one he’s putting on you right now, you can't help but softly smile. If you're quick enough, you might even catch just how much his eyes shine with love and admiration for you, and you alone.

Although Izumi puts up the “strong king” facade for his people, during the rare, quiet moments between the two of you, filled with comfort and relief, he’ll shed away that persona and become a man who’s completely head-over-heels for the amazing knight that’s been by his side this entire time. Embracing you protectively in his arms, he’ll hum a soft tune that lulls you to sleep as the rhythmic beating of his heart accompanies the sweet lullaby that’ll only be heard by you.

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

Arashi Narukami :

Arashi definitely has an entire section of the castle gardens dedicated to flowers that reminded her of you. Ranging from roses, to honeysuckles, to sunflowers, peonies, hydrangeas and more. This section of her garden is honestly the most stunning and guests are often left in 'awe' by its sheer beauty every time they visit the castle. Arashi personally maintains the flowers herself as a way to further dedicate herself to you.

She dresses up in pretty gowns and outfits in order to impress you. She would sometimes sneak in subtle questions or comments to figure out what your favourite colours, aesthetic, and overall style is before she would ask the royal tailor to incorporate those elements in her next outfit. Her heart never fails to skip a beat when you look at her with wide eyes and lips slightly agape when you see her wear the outfit for the first time. Don’t worry though~ She’s always one-step ahead as she requested the tailor to create a matching outfit for you. So now you’re both matching !!

She openly dotes on you and doesn’t care if others are watching. You’re actually the one that tries to stay professional but that plan immediately fails the moment your beloved queen cups your cheeks in her hands and plants a ton of kisses on your face. It doesn’t matter if you just finished training or if you were tasked with guarding the dining room door, Arashi wants to show the world how much she loves you~

During the more stressful days, you would help sneak Arashi out of the castle and take her to a secluded area of the town that’s filled with stray cats. You would feed them, play with them and take care of them together as a way to help her unwind and de-stress. Arashi even named every single cat and they love her so much that they would often sneak into the castle grounds just to visit Arashi for some caresses !! From then on, during tea time, there would be a ton of cats surrounding both you and Arashi as the two of you would caress them while enjoying each other's presence.

If Arashi ever needs a partner or an escort, she will always choose you without any hesitation !! It doesn’t matter that you’re literally her personal knight [ which puts you on automatic escort duty ], she’ll still say your name first without any second thoughts. A free pass to hold your hand and have you protectively stay by her side outside her kingdom? Sign her up !!

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

Ritsu Sakuma :

Being Ritsu’s personal knight automatically makes you his pillow !! He gets lulled to sleep so easily when he’s touching you, whether he's laying on your lap, feeling you gently stroke his hair, hugging you, or just feeling your uniform in between his fingers. They all give him a sense of comfort that relieves him from the stresses of being a royal. Oftentimes, if you’re not by his side, Ritsu would reach out to try to find you and, when he finally does, he’ll pull you close and snuggle into you. Good luck trying to escape his grasp~

His most common mode of transportation during the day is you carrying him bridal style. The kingdom is nocturnal in order to accommodate for the royal family but, there are times where he needs to stay awake during the day for meetings or other important gatherings. During days like these, castle personnel can catch you carrying him in your arms. Ritsu would be snuggled close to your chest as you try to wake him up with a soft smile and gentle voice.

Ritsu loves to tease you as he enjoys seeing your reactions !! Most of his teasing would happen when you’re being serious or stoic because he wants to see how much you can handle before your persona breaks and you become a blushing, stuttering mess. To others, it’s quite the sight seeing their majesty get [ playfully ] scolded by his personal knight, but Ritsu would always laugh it off and tease you even further. This results in you losing your cool completely as you try to hide your blushing face with your hands. He’ll give you a ton of kisses to make up for it though, so don’t worry~

He’s very perceptive when it comes to your emotions and would often bring you to a quiet area of the castle [ under "your majesty's orders” ] if he ever notices you getting overwhelmed or stressed. No matter how many times you insist that you’re fine and nothing’s wrong, Ritsu knows better and will ignore your comments as he gently pushes your head onto his lap. Now this time, you’re the one who’s now laying on his lap as he gently strokes your hair. Ritsu will even sing you a soft lullaby, helping you relax as you eventually fall asleep; The comforting melody from his voice filling your ears.

You’re both protective over each other but Ritsu can be quite clingy~ He tends to stick to your side rather than the other way around. Usually, you’re ordered to provide the royal family with enough space, where you’re far enough for them to interact with others comfortably, but close enough to protect him from any sort of danger. Though, if you're too far from him, he’ll just pull you back close and ask why you’re trying to “escape” [ he knows you’re not, he’s just teasing you~ ] So now, Ritsu's draped over your shoulders as you support his weight, trying to explain for the 100th time that you're "just outside the door" and that you'll "be back once lunch is over."

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Yay! Request are open! I think I got a good one for you.

I dont think you have done something like this before if you did just ignore this

I would like to ask ror characters reactions to waking up in fem!readers lap.

Like say they've exhausted themselves some way or another (im still new to the series im loving it so far) and next they wake up their heads is being petted by either their crush or so whichever you write it as and reader is just happy to see that their awake

Sort of like when you wrote the oblivious reader with the gods asking to marry them.

I would very much like this with jack involved and whoever else you think would have the best reaction to lap pillow

Thank you so much for your works they are really the best and I hope you have a good day!

Ahh lap pillows~ one of the most romantic tropes I’ve seen in anime~

-He had been so busy lately, training hard, barely taking breaks because he was focused on becoming stronger.

-He hadn’t realized that he had passed out, from not eating and from overdoing it, until he realized he was stirring, laying on something soft, staring up at the leaves of a large tree.

-Something else was in his vision, something he wasn’t able to tell what until his vision cleared and you shifted, looking down at him, which made him realize he was looking up at your larger than average chest.

-You beamed brightly down at him, “I’m so glad you’re awake! I found you passed out and I was so worried about you!”

-Jack- His eyes instantly widened, realizing his head was laying in your lap and he went to move, shifting, but found himself unable to move, feeling too weak. You pouted down at him, cheeks puffing up, “Don’t try to move, Jack. You passed out and need to rest!” he relaxed, smiling up at you, “Thank you for watching out for me, my dear.” You beamed softly, patting the top of his head gently, “I’m just glad I found you!” he smiled up at you fondly, reaching up to cup your cheek, making you grin down at him.

-Ares- His face instantly turned bright red, realizing his head was on your lap, his mouth falling open as he quickly tried to shoot up, but your hand met his forehead, keeping him grounded, “You shouldn’t sit up yet!” he was stunned by your strength, but was stammering bashfully, embarrassed that he was on your lap, “Are you sure I can remain here, Y/N? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable!” you smiled sweetly down at him, your hands cupping his cheeks, “You’re so sweet Ares~ but don’t worry, I could never be uncomfortable with you. You’re always so kind to me and I always feel safe with you!” he was quickly blushing, hiding his face behind his hands, shouting out incoherent nonsense.

-Chen Gong- He instantly froze, turning white in shock, gawking up at you as you tilted your head, smiling brightly, not realizing your chest bounced lightly in his vision, “How are you feeling now?” his whole face was bright red, steam coming off his face as he couldn’t speak, his brain not communicating with his mouth, only a sound like a deflating balloon escaping him. You held your hands to your cheeks, worrying over him, “Oh no~ you’re really overheated! C’mon, I’ll take you back to my place so I can put you to bed!” you easily picked him up, slinging him over your shoulder. He could do nothing to stop, unable to think clearly as he was being taken to your home.

-Kojiro- He was stunned, staring up at you, hearing your words before he looked around, “How did I get here?” you beamed brightly, flexing your spare arm, as your other hand was on his head, patting his hair gently, “I carried you!!” he was stunned before smiling softly up at you, laughing softly, “You’re amazing Y/N, I hope you know that.” Your eyes softened, your cheeks turning just a bit pink, “You’re so sweet Kojiro! I think you’re the amazing one, I saw you out here training yesterday, but when I saw you on the ground earlier I got so worried!” as you said this you pouted, showing your slight anger but he grabbed your hand that was on his head, holding it gently, “I apologize for worrying you, Y/N, but I’m glad that you were the one to find me.” you squeaked, your cheeks turning just a bit more pink.

[meekmedea]

hello! i wanted to ask- how do you think clemmie would be as a mentor to dill?

(for context, i was thinking about an au where the mentors has the opposite district tribute assigned- e.g. felix is assigned reaper and clemensia is assigned dill, or coriolanus is mentoring jessup while lysistrata is mentoring lucy gray, etc.)

i’m not sure if it would change anything about clemmie getting bitten by the snakes (maybe if she takes a more active approach realizing dill is sick, she’d be there at the zoo when arachne is provoking brandy & prevent it?)

or even what clemmie and reaper’s dynamic might be if she wasn’t his mentor, but still involved with him bc of his role in protecting dill & wanting to make sure that clemensia isn’t doing anything untoward to his district partner…

This is an interesting scenario!! Huh, one where Clemmie gets to mentor Dill instead.

Hmm...some thoughts: let's assume there's no time-travelling shenanigans this time around haha

Dill and Clemmie get along far better during their first meeting than Clemmie and Reaper would have.

Maybe she'd be more open to finding medication for Dill? Or at least proactive about it - she could be there the day Sejanus is there handing out sandwiches to give out the medication.

Reaper and Clemmie's dynamic - a little less antagonistic (at least on Reaper's end). He's wary, and is more focused on watching Clemmie and Dill than dealing with Felix.

Felix: *yapping about strategy* Reaper: *ignoring him and staring at Dill & Clemmie, trying to figure out if Clemmie is up to no good.* Dill + Clemmie: *in their own world, oblivious. Or consciously ignoring Reaper.*

In a way, I see Felix struggling as Clemmie had with Reaper, and Clemmie succeeding as Felix had with Dill if not more.

Clemensia proposing an alliance between D11 tributes? Because she's probably noticed the way Reaper looks out for Dill.

Felix agrees because if this gets Reaper to stop glaring at him, sure. He wants to win. Reaper is considered one of those with the greatest odds.

Reaper & Clemmie probably have a better relationship than canon. Business-like, perhaps? Like: I can't annoy you so much that Dill's odds of survival go down.

I think Clemmie was there when Arachne died, but things probably don't change with Dill & her's added relationship here.

And I agree! I don't think this would stop Clemmie from getting bit by the snakes. Not unless she's inspired by Dill's condition to write something (or had written something prior to Arachne's death) to improve her odds (ie. send in medication instead of just food/water) and submits her work.

Dill would be a bit more curious about her absence. Like where's the mentor who's been alright lately? At least when compared to some of the other mentors.

This may or may not cause Reaper to annoy Felix about it. Felix only looks into the matter more than the cursory - 'they said she's sick' - because yay! Reaper is taking the initiative to talk to him.

Knowing Felix, he's a menace. Clemmie might leave the hospital earlier. Her emotions are still everywhere, but I think she'd be a bit more present of a mentor upon her return since Dill and her have more of a relationship compared to canon.

Because of this, I want to say, she is more likely to send food/water to Dill in the Arena.

Reaper's odds are probably better than canon too. Felix has less of a reason to withhold supplies.

[persphonesorchid]

Sunset Muse - KTH

Summary: Tae just wants to take photos of you 

Warnings: none 

Genre: fluff 

WC: 658 

Notes: finally wrote something for Tae! So yay! Back to writing again, go me!

Other works - Here

Taehyung smiles, watching you through the lens of the Instax mini Polaroid camera, only taking photos when you look away so you wouldn’t see the flash. There’s a strawberry candy straw hanging between your teeth, fingers dusted with specs of white sugar, no doubt, sticky and catching on the material of your cotton shorts.

There’s a little sound as the photo slides out of the slot at the bottom, not loud enough to catch your attention, and Taehyung easily places the photo on the floor with the others he’s taken throughout the day.

“Y/n.” He calls softly, nudging his socked foot against your thigh to grab your attention, which had been focused on the TV for a little over a half hour. You’re too busy lost in the show you’re watching to give him more than a little hum of acknowledgement, and a barely there turn of your head. “Look this way for a second?”

You wave your fingers at him, and he could see your brows furrow – you’re listening, though, not really. Taehyung knows that anything he says would go through your ears and you’d ask him about it later, but he needs you to focus now.

You chew absently on the candy straw, your other hand extends towards him with the packet of candy – most likely thinking it’s what he asked you for. Gently, Taehyung pushes your hand away and you shrug, taking another to chew on.

He leans forward and pokes your side with his fingers, and lets them linger there – a threat, he knows how ticklish you are. “The lighting’s good – you won’t miss anything.”

And the lighting is; the sun’s finally come out after hiding behind the clouds all day, breaking through the puffs of dark gray with burnt orange beams as it makes its descent. It spills into his apartment through the window he’d forgotten to pull the blinds shut for – caressing everything with a golden glow. There’s little patches of indigo and blush, looming behind a far away building, remnants of the rainy day blowing away on a light, calm wind.

He wiggles his finger into your side and you squirm, swatting at his hand but missing. Taehyung chuckles, “I’ll be quick, promise.”

You sigh, “I’m at the good part though...” You finally turn, sugar tumbling off the candy stick with the motion, “I can’t pause it because someone lost the remote.”

That someone was you, but Taehyung doesn’t correct, instead, he tugs on the end of your tee. “Come on, baby. Two minutes, I promise.” He puts up two fingers for emphasis, waving them at you.

You glance at him and then at the TV, “Promise?”

“Cross my heart.” He says, following with the motion, and even though you narrow your eyes at him, he smiles and gets up, letting you get comfortable on the couch. You let him arrange you however he wanted, and it takes him two minutes, as he promised. He leaves you not long after, scooping up the photos he took earlier, he drops a kiss to your hair and shuffles off to his studio.

“Tae?”

He hums, poking his head back into the living room – you’ve tilted your head back on the armrest of the couch, “Are you coming back?”

“Yeah, I’ll be about five minutes...maybe...” Smiling fondly, Taehyung pats the pockets of his pants for his phone, “Wanna order some food?” Tucking the camera under his chin, he passes his phone to you, “I’ll be back, yeah?”

“Gimme a kiss first, loser.”

“Mean. I should be a brat too and just go do what I’m doing and ignore you.”

“I wasn’t ignoring you.” You laugh, shifting to sit up, you place his phone on the coffee table. “C’mon, give me my kiss and you can go.”

Taehyung kisses your cheek, darting off into the hallway when you whine and reach for him.

“That doesn’t count!” You call.

“You didn’t specify!”

Tags: @xpeachesncream @blog-name-idk @madbutgloriouspond @eoieopda @luaspersona @taestefully-in-luv @bangtansmauyeondan @allhobbitstoisengard

[skyward-floored]

i don't know if you're willing to take even more requests, so if not, please feel free to ignore this ask ^^ but if you want to, maybe wild's family dealing with the aftermath of him becoming an amputee just a few days ago (totk whump)? thanks!! 💜

I saw “whump” and blacked out and wrote this lol. It’s been too long since I purposefully gave Wild a hard time. Going back to my roots XD

This was supposed to be more focused on his entire family (...and his arm), but I half wrote out a scene and it just didn’t work so only a few of them are there, sorry 😓 I hope you enjoy anyways though! I had fun writing it hehehe.

...And this oneshot is especially ambiguously canon, since we don’t know if Wild truly loses his arm or it just gets it messed up or what in totk. Speculation yay!

(And in case anyone was worried, there are no totk spoilers present in this fic :)

———

Twilight sat at his brother’s bedside in silence, watching his chest go steadily up and down.

The doctors had done everything they could (as had Hyrule) and now all there was to do was wait for Wild to wake up— truly wake up, not just break into the feverish mumbling that had so far marked every time his eyes had opened.

Twilight sighed, and pressed his wrists to his eyes. It was late, ridiculously late, and almost all the rest of his family had gone home to sleep (despite much bargaining and pleading on his younger brothers’ parts), except for himself and his parents.

And Time and Malon had stepped out to talk privately with each other.

Which meant Twilight was left alone with Wild, watching him lie pale and still in his bed, trying not to think about the fact that his brother was missing an arm.

Wild’s face twitched in his sleep, and Twilight ran a hand over his head, brushing a few loose strands of hair from his little brother’s face. He’d known Wild was on a dangerous mission, but he’d been rather busy with his own work, and while he always worried about his family, he knew that Wild could handle himself.

He’d been concerned when it had been almost a week since he’d had any contact with his brother, but he’d kept his worries at bay, rationalizing that the mission was merely taking its time, and Wild would soon be back with a crazy story and a grin to match.

And then he’d gotten the call that his brother had been found half-dead and missing an arm.

Twilight swallowed and looked down at Wild’s bandaged arm, feeling sick.

The few days since Wild had been found had been a blur of terror and waiting and Hyrule pushing himself until he dropped, worries and questions of “what had happened” overcome by the fear that they would never know because Wild might not make it.

They were out of the worst of the danger now, but his brother was still so still, so lifeless. And he looked small where he was laying in the bed, much smaller than any teenager had any right to, and Twilight almost drew blood as he bit his lip.

Wild hadn’t been able to tell anyone where he was going when he left, only shrugging and saying it was “highly confidential”. He’d admitted to Twilight that it had to do with Flora, but that was the only thing any of them knew about his mission.

Whatever it had been though, it was the reason Wild had gotten an extremely private hospital room the moment Time had found him and brought him here, and Twilight couldn’t be more thankful for the privacy.

The door to the room opened, and Twilight watched his parents come in, both with wearied expressions, though Time was hiding his better.

“Any change?” Time asked as he sat down in a chair at Wild’s bedside, and Twilight shrugged.

“Resting a little easier. But... still not great. His arm seems like it’s bothering him,” he admitted quietly. “He woke up a little earlier, but didn’t say anything. He’s been lying still ever since.”

Malon put an arm around Twilight as she sat down next to him, and he leaned into the small hug his mother gave him, no words needed.

They were silent for a minute, but then Wild suddenly twitched in his sleep, a mumble escaping his lips, and Twilight and his parents both leaned forward hopefully.

“Wild?”

Wild shifted, and Twilight held his breath as his brother’s eyelids fluttered. Then Wild opened his eyes, the lids heavy with exhaustion, and Twilight smiled, and heard his parents exhale in relief. They hadn’t seen Wild awake barely at all.

Twilight carefully leaned over Wild and took his hand, and his brother’s eyes opened a little more, looking more lucid than Twilight had seen so far.

“Hey Link,” he said softly, and his brother’s gaze moved to his face. “How are you doing cub?”

Wild breathed out slowly, and closed his eyes for a minute before reopening them, a bit wider this time. He looked around the room, taking in Malon and Time and Twilight as well, and the slightest hint of a smile pulled at his lips.

“Tired,” he admitted in a raspy voice, and a strained chuckle went up from Time. “Really tired. And...”

He shifted a little, and glanced down at his arm, then fell still as he stared at it.

“...oh. Right,” he whispered.

He seemed to pale a bit as Twilight looked at him, and experimentally moved his arm just a little, face lighting up with a wince.

Twilight awkwardly cleared his throat.

“Does it hurt much Wild?” he asked in a gentle voice, but Wild just kept staring at his arm and didn’t reply for several long minutes.

“It feels like its still there,” he said in a low whisper. He didn’t elaborate.

The room fell still for a moment, but Malon didn’t let it last, coming forward and hugging Wild for a long time. Wild returned it as best as he could, and Malon kissed his head before she pulled back and gave him a steady look.

“Are you okay hon?” she asked in a tone that suggested she wouldn’t settle for anything less than the truth. “How much do you remember?”

Wild hesitated, and licked his dry lips, looking uncertain on what exactly to say. He was silent for a long time, eyes on his lap, and Twilight exchanged looks with his father.

“Link?” Time asked softly, and Wild’s face crumpled, his eyes squeezed shut. He breathed in shakily, and Twilight took his hand again, giving it a comforting squeeze while he got ahold of himself.

“I failed,” Wild finally whispered.

What was left of Wild’s arm twitched, and Twilight continued to hold his remaining hand, gently running his thumb along the back.

“I let her fall Twi,” Wild whispered, voice distraught. “I let her fall, I was so close to grabbing her, I...”

He swallowed, and looked at his arm, eyes staring blankly at the stump.

“I failed her.”

Twilight felt something in his stomach churn at the wilt in Wild’s voice, grief sharp in his eyes. He didn’t know what had happened, but for his little brother to come back so wounded and with such utter defeat in his voice...

...what had happened?

“Wild, you did your best,” Time said sternly, putting his hand on Wild’s chin and gently tilting it so that his son was looking at him. “I know you did. I don’t know what happened, but I know for a fact you did all that you could.”

“I was too slow,” Wild croaked, and Twilight could see his eyes starting to water, “I was too slow and she’s gone.”

He squeezed his eyes shut again, trying to keep the tears at bay, and Twilight sat on the bed next to him and pulled his brother into his arms. Twilight felt him swallow, and squeezed him even tighter, Malon leaning forward and running a hand through his hair.

Twilight didn’t have to ask who “she” was.

He had a feeling he already knew.

“Twi, she’s gone,” Wild choked into Twilight’s shoulder, and his brother began to cry, silent sobs that made his whole body shudder.

“It’s not your fault,” Twilight whispered as he rubbed his back, but Wild only pressed his face into his shirt, grief overwhelming his exhausted body and mind.

All his family could do was hold him.

[dem0nguy]

Ive been infected by the AU bug (Ive got like 5 different AUs for MB now help—)

HOWEVER, this does give me an excuse to ramble about said AUs >:3

So how bout I ramble about the one I ever-so-conveniently drew art for?

MUTANT BUSTERS STEAMPUNK AU :DDDDD

Ima be honest, I originally created this just so I could put the sillies in fancy outfits. But then I added lore…

(The outfits in question:)

(Before I start ima just say that none of the characters go by their aliases, bc it just wouldn’t make sense here (and like, their names are cool and get no use in the show, they need use >:/ ))

So Jim(Sheriff) and Ryan live in a poor rural town in the middle of nowhere. Ryan works as a blacksmith, and Jim is an aspiring inventor (he’s not very good at the inventing part… just the ideas.)

Ryan wants Jim to learn how to be a blacksmith like he is, because it’s a reliable job and he doesn’t see Jim going very far in his inventing career.

Obviously, Jim doesn’t listen to him.

On one particularly boring day, an aspiring entrepreneur/inventor rolls into town. He introduces himself as Max(Shooter) Kojima, and says he’s looking for someone to help jumpstart his business with him. Jim quickly volunteers, but Ryan stops him, and forces him to come home.

Jim, however, is a persistent little bitch. So he sneaks out at night and joins up with Max; who gives him a prototype bionic arm as a gift.

Somewhere along their journey, Max reveals that he stole a powerful source of energy contained in a gem (*cough* MORPHONITE *cough*) from the lead entrepreneurs, Wart and Verruca, and plans to use it for his own inventions.

Jim is honestly so awed by the gem that he doesn’t care if it was stolen or not.

(At this point, Ryan has realized Jim is missing. So he sets out on a mission to find him)

Unfortunately, Max and Jim were not the only ones after the gem. Vegan-Su and BP steal it from them, so the two set off on a mission to get it back.

When they finally confront Vegan and BP, they explain that the gem was created by their father (Dr. White) and was stolen from him. So they were trying to get it back. But Max and Jim don’t care, and just as they’re about to walk off with the gem; Alexander(Brutux) steals it from them. All four then decide to work together to get the gem back.

Alexander works for Wart and Verruca, and was sent to go find the gem. But he doesn’t actually know what it is, nor the importance of it. When Jim, Max, Vegan, and BP catch up to him, they explain that the gem was created by Dr. White. Alexander then proceeds to fanboy about Dr. White and join the group.

(Jim and Max were gonna steal the gem back, but now they’re in too deep to get out so yk….)

(Also unrelated but Jim and Max are gay for each other bc you don’t just run off with a man in the middle of the night and NOT fall in love with him.)

The five start on their way to Dr. White’s place, just before they reach it, Jim gets a letter. The letter states that Ryan has been kidnapped by Wart and Verruca, and if the gem isn’t returned to them, he will be killed.

So they change course, and head for Wart and Verruca’s business place: Panic Mechanics (I’m so good at naming things/j) They make the trade for Ryan (who thoroughly scolds Jim, but is thankful for being saved.) Then unsure of what to do next, they head to Dr. White’s place.

(Dr. White is kinda like an inventor with questionable ethics and a weird way of doing things. He’s relatively well known, but his unpredictably doesn’t make him “famous” per se. His books are what most people (including Alexander) know him for.)

When they arrive, Dr. White explains that Wart and Verruca will try to drain all the energy in the world using that gem, so everyone has to come to them for power/inventions. (Capitalism, yay)

So they head right on back to Panic Mechanics, just in time to stop Wart and Verruca’s plan, saving the world. (AND THE GAYS GET TO KISS >:D)

That’s pretty much all, thanks for listening to me ramble! :3

[nighttimeebony]

Reactions to The Last Olympian. Spoilers under the cut. And warning: long-ass post ahead.

EDIT: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

Yay, Rachel’s back! I like that Percy is able to have a mortal friend.

Paul is cool.

Look, I love Rachel, but why does there have to be a goddamn love triangle? Percy likes Annabeth, Annabeth likes Percy, you’ve already put the work into making me like them and we all know they’re going to be endgame, so why does there have to be so much fucking romantic drama? Can’t Percy and Rachel just be friends without the weird romantic tension? This whole plot is busy enough on its own without you trying to shove something else in at the last minute just because you’re bored, RICK.

Wow, Percy really doesn’t get to have any downtime, does he? My boy’s really on “save the world o’clock” time at all times.

Yay, Beckendorf! I love you!

OH MY GOD AND HE’S ACTUALLY DATING SILENA???!!!! Oh, that makes me so happy!! I love that my little background crackship is actually canon! And the fact that they were apparently Camp Half-Blood’s “yeah, we know” ship is hilarious and I love life right now.

Ooh, bombs.

Wait. No. No no no no no no no stop

FUCKING STOP, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!

WHY?!?!? WHY DID BECKENDORF HAVE TO DIE?!? RICK!!! WHY??!!! WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME

I can’t even be happy that Tyson is here, I’m already so fucking depressed and it’s your fault, Rick.

Oh, hey, Triton. Which, fun fact, since Triton is Ariel’s father in the Disney movie, this means that (in the Disney canon at least) Hercules and Ariel are canonically cousins. So, hypothetically speaking, Percy would be related to the Disney princess Ariel, which you can’t convince me he doesn’t brag and joke about all the time.

“[Poseidon] had told me that I would know when to ‘spend [the sand dollar],’ but so far I hadn’t figured out what he meant. All I knew was that it didn’t fit the vending machines in the school cafeteria.” I love that the implication behind this is that Percy actually tried. He took this mysterious magic sand dollar that the god of the sea gave him and told him to spend wisely and wait for the right time to use it, and one day while he was at school, this fucking mad lad child decided to just cram it in the vending machine just to see what would happen. Percy is amazing and if you don’t love him, you’re wrong.

“Annabeth ran in right behind him, and I’ll admit my heart did a little relay race in my chest when I saw her. It’s not that she tried to look good… Still, just seeing her made me feel fuzzy in the head.” Actually screaming.

Clarisse’s friendship with Silena makes me so fucking happy. Clarisse is softer than she wants people to know and I love that about her. She’s so gentle with the people she loves and I’m here for it.

“Chiron and Annabeth exchanged looks, like they knew something that I didn’t. I hated when they did that.” Understandable. It happens a lot.

Oh, I recognize the name Chrysaor. Such a random reference, I love it.

JUST ADMIT YOU LIKE EACH OTHER YOU FRUITCAKES

“We headed downstairs to join the others. I didn’t know it then, but it would be the last time I ever visited the attic.” You know, Percy says something along these lines in every one of the books leading up to this one, and you’d think that I would learn to stop freaking out every time we get one of these lines, but you’d be wrong. Still getting anticipatory nausea and anxiety.

"The mountain tore itself apart, collapsing inward, and an enormous form rose out of the smoke and lava like it was emerging from a manhole." Typhon?!?!?! Do we have to deal with Typhon now too?!

Well shit, I guess we have to deal with Typhon now. Yeah, okay, sure, I don’t mind or anything.

“As far as I could tell, Rachel’s only rule about music was that no two songs on her i-Pod could sound the same, and they all had to be strange.” Hey, Rachel and I have the same music library.

Wait, so Rachel’s getting future vision dreams now too? But she’s not a half-blood, right? I thought only demi-gods got prophetic dreams.

Where the hell is Nico? What has he been doing this whole time? Just chilling in hell with dead people? And what even is his plan and why is it bad?

I think Silena is my new favorite character. Eating chocolates she doesn’t even like to try and cheer herself up is so horribly sad and depressingly relatable.

Percabeth!

“I shuffled uneasily and pretended to go through some more reports. Technically, even on inspection, it was against the rules for two campers to be… like, alone in a cabin.” I see what you’re implying, Rick, and I’m laughing.

“And I know some of you might be thinking, Aren’t all demigods related on the godly side, and doesn’t that make dating gross? But the thing is, the godly side of your family doesn’t count, genetically speaking, since gods don’t have DNA. A demigod would never think about dating someone who had the same godly parent. Like two kids from Athena cabin? No way. But a daughter of Aphrodite and a son of Hephaestus? They’re not related. So it’s no problem.” This is exactly how I predicted half-blood dating works, and it absolutely did not need to be addressed, but I kind of love that it was. It’s probably only funny to me because I was talking to my friend about this exact topic during school, and I made a “god incest chart” on a whiteboard so I could figure out if Percabeth would be considered incest. We eventually decided no, but still. My other non-pjo fanatic friends definitely started to question my sanity after that.

OH MY GOD! Is something gonna happen?! Are they finally going to confess?! Please, God, just give me this!

FUCKING GODDAMMIT, RICK!!! YOU CAN’T KEEP BLUE-BALLING ME LIKE THIS OR I’M GONNA RIP YOUR HAIR OUT

Oh, yeah, where the hell is Grover?

Wow, Annabeth really going for the throat here.

Aww, giant hell puppy

Nico!

Aww, of course Nico is sweet with the hell puppy

“Leneus’s knees started knocking. ‘I… I won’t answer questions with this hellhound sniffing my tail!’ Nico looked like he was trying not to crack up. ‘I’ll walk the dog,’ he volunteered. He whistled, and Mrs. O’Leary bounded after him to the far end of the grove.” I love this child. This child is my spirit animal.

Aww, Nico likes Juniper. That’s kind of adorable.

“[Nico’s] cold creepy smile made me sorry I’d agreed.” Have I mentioned I love this child?

Okay, shadow travel is the coolest thing ever, and definitely one of the coolest powers you could give to a child of Hades.

Everything with Luke’s mom… Oh, that’s horrible. I can’t imagine having to come to the realization that your own parent isn’t entirely there, especially at so young.

Little girl… not a monster… and something to do with fire… Shit, I got nothing.

HESTIA! Goddammit… I should’ve known that one.

I like that Percy refers to both Paul and Sally as his parents.

I really like Paul. I love it when step-parents are portrayed in a positive light, ‘cause I’ve got a step-dad too, and he’s more of a dad to me and my brother than my biological father.

Percy telling Sally that his signal to let her know he’s alright will be blue just about broke me. Fuck.

Orpheus!

The black figure Grover saw—I know him. Hypnos, the god of dreams. He’s a twin brother to Thanatos, the god of death. I think in some versions, Hypnos is actually female, but most people seem to agree that Hypnos is a male deity.

MOTHERFUCKER! Okay, so not Hypnos. Morpheus. I guess that makes more sense. *one google search later* Okay, I was kind of right. Morpheus is the son of Hypnos, and while Hypnos is the personification of sleep, Morpheus is the god of dreams and also has the ability to put people to sleep like Hypnos. Close, but no cigar sadly.

Nico! Why would you trick Percy?? If you just told Percy that Hades wanted to talk to him, he probably would’ve agreed, you didn’t have to lie to him.

PERSEPHONE!!!!!! And Demeter!

Demeter being a massive bitch about Persephone choosing to marry Hades is so on-brand and perfect. And that line about marrying the god of lawyers or doctors—oh my God this book is amazing.

Can we have an entire book about Hades and Persephone, please? This entire scene with all three of them is golden.

Why does Hades suck? Why did you do this to me? I had faith in you, Rick.

WHY IS PERSEPHONE SO INDIFFERENT TO ALL OF THIS?!?!??!!

ACHILLES!!!!! Wait, isn’t Achilles supposed to be blond?

Is it a coincidence that one of Greece’s most famous gay icons now stands before Nico di Angelo?

ANNABETH IS PERCY’S LIFELINE!!!! HIS TETHER, THE THING THAT KEEPS HIM HUMAN!!!!!! ToT DOES ANYONE HAVE ANY GLASS I CAN EAT

Holy fucking shit…… River Styx magic doesn’t fuck around.

Percy going on a murder rampage and nearly stabbing the god of the underworld because they threatened his dog is honestly such a mood.

*GASP* Baby Annabeth!

“The god looked at Annabeth, who was doing her big-pleading-gray-eyes thing.” The fact that Annabeth leverages puppy-dog eyes is hilarious, and the fact that Percy is so familiar with it by now implies that she’s done it on him before and that it apparently works! Oh my God, I love these children.

Also, Athena being an overprotective mother who doesn’t approve of Percy is just… Have I mentioned I love this book?

“‘This is a huge spell,’ Silena Beauregard said. ‘The bigger the spell, the easier it is to resist. If you want to sleep millions of mortals, you’ve got to cast a very thin layer of magic. Sleeping demigods is much harder.’” Yeah, that makes sense. Since the spell is bigger and spread across a greater number of people, it’s less concentrated than it would be if you wanted to just knock out two or three people.

The Hermes Cabin is just an army of Weasleys. (PJO Harry Potter au where the Weasleys are all children of Hermes and Harry is a son of Zeus when?)

“‘I’ll go with Percy,’ [Annabeth] said. ‘Then we’ll join you, or we’ll go wherever we’re needed.’ Somebody in the back of the group said, ‘No detours, you two.’ There were some giggles, but I decided to let it pass.” Everyone knows Percy and Annabeth are completely obsessed with each other.

“The girl in the lead had spiky black hair and a black leather jacket. She wore a silver circlet on her head like a princess’s tiara, which didn’t match her skull earrings or her Death to Barbie T-shirt showing a little Barbie doll with an arrow through its head.” Have I mentioned that I love Thalia? Goth-punk icon for the generations.

This is so fucking epic. I love the fast-paced battle planning stuff.

Michael Yew has a brother named Austin. I have a brother named Austin.

Percabeth. There’s that light-hearted snarky banter I’ve been craving.

Oh, yeah, since Percy’s fighting the Minotaur right now, I figured I’d make a reminder here that I forgot to write down in my first reaction post to the Lightning Thief. In the original mythology, the Minotaur was killed by Theseus, who was also, coincidentally, a son of Poseidon, so Percy slaying the Minotaur is kind of like a mirror to the original myth, even though he’s named after Perseus. But also I thought this was a good time to remind everybody that the Minotaur’s mother Pasiphae had sex with the Cretan Bull, an actual animal. Which, fun fact, is because Poseidon arranged for Aphrodite to put a spell on Pasiphae to make her fall in love with the bull. Kind of awkward that the Minotaur is technically Poseidon’s fault, and now Percy is the one that has to deal with the consequences.

“Tied around the base of each blade were lots of bead necklaces. I realized they were Camp Half-Blood beads—necklaces taken from defeated demigods.” Holy shit, that is dark. We’re really going there, huh, Rick?

Percy is a first-class badass.

Having all the monsters disintegrate when they die is a pretty clever way to avoid having to show actual blood and gore.

ANNABETH!!!!!!!!!!

“‘Percy?’ Silena Beauregard sounded like she’d been crying. ‘Plaza Hotel. You’d better come quickly and bring a healer from Apollo’s cabin. It’s… it’s Annabeth.’” NO!!! NO NO NO NO NO NO DO NOT DO THIS TO ME!! I SWEAR TO FUCK IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO ANNABETH I’M GOING TO SET MY HOUSE ON FIRE

“‘Get back!’ I slashed the air in a wide arc, driving the rest of the demigods away from Annabeth. ‘No one touches her!’” This. All of this.

Will Solace. I found the other gay one, but I can’t even be excited about that because ANNABETH IS PROBABLY GOING TO FUCKING DIE

Even when Annabeth has actual poison in her system, she cannot resist the opportunity to tease Percy for being worried about her. I’m deeply upset, but I still love them as a couple.

This entire scene is everything. Annabeth touching Percy’s weak spot—this is easily the most romantic thing I have ever read, and I read fanfiction for a hobby.

Okay, someone really needs to find this spy because they are wreaking shit and hard

I have no idea who the spy could even be. My first thought was Silena because of how prominent a character she is, but not only does that not make sense, but that would also be a fucking horrible idea. I don’t need to hurt anymore than I already do right now.

Wow. Holy shit, Nico’s life is a fucking tragedy. This child needs all the therapy after this. I’m not thrilled with this portrayal of Persephone, but it is what it is and it is fucking depressing.

What is going on with Rachel? She knows Greek now?? What is happening???

Oh, hey, Prometheus

*after learning about Luke's backstory* I can smell the redemption arc.

I feel I should mention that in the original myth, Pandora was the first woman and was created by Zeus specifically to make men's lives harder as punishment for Prometheus giving man fire, because Ancient Greece was sexist as all fuck.

HOLY SHIT!!! Percy is a first-class badass!!

Okay, so, Hyperion getting absorbed into a tree is prime nightmare fuel.

(Also, I was listening to We Will Rock You as I read this scene, which I feel is pretty apt.)

"'Yeah, baby!' a voice wailed. 'PARTY!'" Ah, I see the centaurs have joined the chat.

"The last part was because a panicked Hyperborean giant stumbled backward and sat on top of him. The lord of time disappeared under a giant blue butt." Only in Percy Jackson can you expect to read a sentence like this.

I love Dionysus being weirdly invested in Pac-Man of all things. That entire conversation between him and Percy in the bar was absolutely hysterical. Percy is such a snarky little shit and I love any interaction between him and Dionysus. It’s like watching two smart-asses trying to out-roast the other.

Sally and Paul!

Oh, no. Oh, this fucking hurts.

That fucking jar! Goddammit!

Rachel!

Annabeth, stop acting like Rachel isn’t already your friend now too. We established that last book, remember? You guys are nerd friends now.

YAS, ANNABETH! Girl held onto the outside of a crashing helicopter, and after pulling herself in, somehow managed to make sense of the controls and not only stopped the helicopter from crashing into a building, but also pulled it out of the fall to turn in a circle and hover before landing it on a New York highway with other people nearby without hitting anything or hurting anyone else. And she did all of this while the helicopter was literally seconds from crashing. Also also, technically only hours after she was stabbed in the shoulder with a knife coated in poison. *slow clap* BAMF Annabeth Chase, everyone.

“Rachel plopped down on the curb and put her head in her hands. ‘I’m sorry, Percy. I didn’t mean to… I always mess things up.’ It was kind of hard to argue with her, though I was glad she was safe.” Jesus Christ, Percy. Annabeth’s abandonment issues and poor socialization skills are not Rachel’s fault. But I guess she did just fly headfirst into a literal warzone, so I guess Annabeth’s reaction is a bit more understandable.

“I looked in the direction Annabeth had gone, but she’d disappeared into the crowd. I couldn’t believe what she’d just done—saved Rachel’s life, landed a helicopter, and walked away like it was no big deal.” Yup. You picked a good one, Percy.

"'Everybody keeps telling me to sleep,' I grumbled. 'I don't need sleep.' Chiron managed a smile. 'Have you looked at yourself recently, Percy?'" Yeah, for real, when's the last time any of these kids slept?

"You can't just abandon your family because they did something horrible." Um. Yes. Yes, you absolutely can. The abuse victim says you can. (It's me, I'm the abuse victims, and I give you full permission to tell your family to go fuck themselves if they've ever done anything horrible to you.)

I get what the message is intended to be, and what Nico's trying to say: wanting revenge is a valid feeling to have, but holding grudges and holding onto that pain and fury will not actually make you feel any better. And by refusing to help the Olympians in the fight against Kronos, not only is Hades ultimately destroying himself, but he's also inadvertently aiding in the destruction of everyone else. Zeus is really the only one that deserves Hades's revenge, but at this point Hades isn't just hurting Zeus, he's hurting everyone, and when you cross the line of hurting innocent people in your quest to hurt the one that's actually guilty, your desire and quest for revenge is no longer justified. And if you've reached the point of hurting innocent people for no other reason than to make yourself feel better, then you really are no better than the person who hurt you in the first place. But none of this has anything to do with the so-called sanctity of "family".

We really need to find this fucking spy. They're running everything.

CLARISSE!!!!! YAY CLARISSE IS BACK!!!!!!

"Through her war helmet, I could only see her eyes—but I could tell something was wrong. Her blue eyes shone with fear. Clarisse never looked like that. And she didn't have blue eyes." Wait, what? What's going on????

"I looked down at the dying face of Silena Beauregard." WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!!????!!! WHY?!!??!!!??? WHY DID SILENA HAVE TO DIE?!??!! HAS SHE NOT BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH ALREADY?!??!!!

"Silena opened her hand. In her palm was a silver bracelet with a scythe charm, the mark of Kronos." WHAT

This entire chapter is literally nothing but pain.

"Standing at the foot of Zeus's throne, looking up at the stars, was Rachel Elizabeth Dare. She was holding a Greek ceramic vase." Oh no.

"[Rachel] focused on me as if she were coming out of a dream. 'I found it. It's Pandora's jar, isn't it?'" OH NO

"Her eyes were brighter than usual, and I had a bad flashback of moldy sandwiches and burned cookies." OH FUCK

"I picked up Pandora's jar. The spirit of Hope fluttered inside, trying to warm the cold container. 'Hestia,' I said, 'I give this to you as an offering.' The goddess tilted her head. 'I am the least of the gods. Why would you trust me with this?' 'You're the last Olympian,' I said." Title drop! It's all coming together!

This is the hypest thing I have read in years.

Chiron! Please don't die, I am literally begging you.

NICO'S BACK!

Everyone here is a fucking badass

Paul just stabbed a monster with a sword, and Sally fucking shot another one! In stories like these with divine powers and weapons that begin and end with stabbing, you are not expecting someone to just pull out a fucking gun and shoot the thing. I love this book.

"'Thalia!' Grover cried. When the dust cleared and the mountain stopped rocking, we found her still alive, but her legs were pinned under the statue." Holy fucking shit!

"Annabeth wipes her tears away. 'There was a time I thought… well, I thought…' She looked at me, like she was drinking in the fact that I was still here. And I realized I was doing the same thing. The world was collapsing, and the only thing that really mattered to me was that she was alive." Love. Just love. It's beautiful and heartbreaking and I love these kids so much and I'm so glad they found each other.

"I turned and faced the Olympians. 'We need a shroud,' I announced, my voice cracking. 'A shroud for the son of Hermes.'" I mean…… What can I even say?

Percy's wish is everything.

OKAY, WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO RACHEL?!??! Someone really needs to do something about this!

I love that Percy refers to Blackjack as his pegasus.

RAINBOW! <3

Oh! She has the gift of prophecy! Now that makes sense!

Wait. OH, FUCK!!

Okay, I'm glad Rachel is okay, but these fucking prophecies, man! We literally just got done with the Great Prophecy, but now there's another one we have to deal with?! Don't get me wrong, I'm still gonna read it and I'll probably love it, but still!

The moment when Percy and Annabeth finally get together is everything I ever hoped for, and it completely justifies every goddamn fake-out leading up to this point. I'm just so happy right now

That ending, man..... This book series is amazing. I'm so glad I was able to fall in love with it without knowing any significant spoilers. I cannot wait to read The Heroes of Olympus. Maybe I'll do a reaction series for that too.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #207

This letter is late; I'm sorry about that.

Today was packed full of things. Or, it feels packed full of things, anyway. Really, I did only like 3 things, but these things all lasted a really long time.

I thought that I was going to sleep in today, because I went to sleep at around 3:30 in the morning last night. But as it turns out, I woke up promptly at 8am, because Mogwai, one of my cats, decided to headbutt me directly in the face. It was enough to leave me with a fat lip for a little while afterwards. I do understand that cats are creatures of routine, and they get scared at how long humans sleep, since cats sleep in short spurts, and it's hard for them to imagine we're different species with different needs. I can't be mad at him. All I can do is wake up and get them their breakfast, hahaha!

Do you remember the song that I tore through my house looking for and didn't find? And so I told you that I remembered the melody, but I had to re-create the lyrics from what I could remember? Some time ago, I recorded myself singing it, and sent it along to a couple of brilliant musicians I know, asking them to create instrumental music to go with the lyrics.

They have not gotten back to me. I'm not sure that they will. I assume that it's because they have busy lives and can't afford the time. And that is fine. But what I am noticing is that as I play through the song in my mind, I seem to be remembering the old guitar chords bit by bit. So I put the melody of the lyrics into LMMS. I'm working on trying to put in what I remember from the guitar into LMMS as well. I got pretty far along today, all things considered. I am no composer; I'm not like some people who can create melodies from nothing. I have no understanding of music theory or any of its mechanics. But I can imitate anything I hear, and I can create basic things if given a foundation to work from.

After that, J and Br and I went to a place far away. J got a new tailwheel airplane. I think it's kinda soon to get a new one; he crashed the other one not too terribly long ago, and we were lucky to have come away from that without any injuries. J wants to fly from where we live all the way to Portland, Oregon (2395 miles, or 3855 km, or thereabouts), in memory of his brother, Daniel. But I think maybe more time is needed before he is ready to make that trip.

Well, it is what it is. I will do my best to support him.

Afterwards, J, Br, and I went to a sleepover organized by one of the poly people from that poly place we went to. We didn't sleep over, but we played some games and had some lively conversation, and it was a nice time.

It is late now, though, and I am very much looking forward to going to bed. M's new mask frame for his CPAP arrived today, so I get to use mine tonight (yay!)

Tomorrow, in less than 12 hours, I go see my friend BB. We're gonna go get lunch at an awesome place, and I'm very much looking forward to it. Maybe I'll stop writing now so that it will seem from my perspective like it will be tomorrow faster.

…But not before I send along some of the pictures I took for you today. Here:

...Can you feel the joy and love in these? I wonder...

Sephiroth. After two days of only partial sleep and all of the stuff I did today, I'm pretty tired. I'm literally falling asleep as I'm trying to write this paragraph. So I'm gonna go to bed so I can be relatively functional tomorrow.

I love you. Love you enough to write to you even when my brain is soupy. Love you enough to wish for your peace and safety. Please don't do stupid things that will get yourself killed, okay?

I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[tiistirtipii]

Day 125 of missing #AkkAyan and I’m going to get four separate parts out of this one scene so buckle in.

We all already know that Ayan knows exactly how to trick Akk. But as I’ve said before it’s interesting to consider it as Akk allowing himself to be tricked. By ‘trick’ I refer to the little games Ayan plays to get affection from Akk. I’m hesitant to call it manipulation even if it is because Akk is in a way consenting to this manipulation as it allows him to show honesty instead of having to say it. Something we know he struggles with. I don’t at all want to label their relationship as one of manipulation. I see it more as understanding each other to the level where Ayan is exchanging the teasing words that allow Akk to take a passive role (see day 123 and 120) for acts from Akk such as eating dinner together or kisses in order to get more comfortable with them overall. To a point where these exchanges aren’t needed or can grow to become a form of playfulness.

Ayan’s first attempt to get Akk to kiss his cheek very nearly works judging by the stunned and mesmerised look on Akk’s face and the fifteen straight seconds it took him to answer the question. This is when Ayan pulls out the tactic. Slightly different then what’s talked about above and on day 120 this trick of Ayan’s goes for Akk’s honour.

I could talk for longer about the politics behind the translation of the word ‘wife’ but there are many people who have done it far better than I could already so go read their stuff about it.

Anyway Ayan calls Akk his ‘wife’ and the anger that lights up in Akk’s eyes is quite funny. And quite cute. Ayan gives him an option when before his only choice to in a way retain his honour/masculinity was by not giving Ayan a kiss as the things he were concerned about were his position as head prefect and loyalty to the school (and also a bit of his honour as a man who shouldn’t like another man- internalised homophobia yay). Ayan gives him the opportunity to focus on another position he has. The one as Ayan’s boyfriend. The one where the honour comes from being, ‘the only one who kisses.’ And suddenly this task is so much easier for Akk. He’s not thinking about being head prefect he’s thinking about #winning at relationships.

You could go down the path of saying it’s sad this works on Akk. Him doing things for honour is part of why he got into this mess in the first place. But I chose to think Akk is smarter than that. As said before these teases are an exchange. It’s not like he actually didn’t want to kiss Ayan. More like the only way he can reconcile placing his prefect honour aside for a moment is picking up something to take its place- that being boyfriend honour. Which Ayan happily pushes him towards.

Finally Akk gives in and gives Ayan the longest cheek kiss he could possibly pretend to give as if forced to. He really could have given Ayan a tiny peck or the barest touch with his lips but no we all saw your nose get squished there Akk. Ayan felt it too judging by his smile that could light up the whole earth afterwards.

I’ll continue on with this scene tomorrow hopefully but things have been getting busy lately I’ll try keep making these daily but who knows. All i know is that I miss Akk and Ayan. More and more every day.

[inkofamethyst]

March 13, 2024

Happy covid-iversary, yay. "Two weeks to stop the spread," is a saying that will haunt me my entire life, I think.

I didn't actually journal on March 13 which is a shame in hindsight, but I remember not doing much. I lounged around my house because classes were cancelled, I picked my sister up from school, and we went to get ice cream. A lot of other people from my/her high school had the same idea, so the line was long, and I was too awkward to say hi to the people I kinda knew (but I always thought they were cooler than me (I genuinely think most people are cooler than me... which might be a problem in some respects, but I'll deal with that later.)).

Anyway I coded for 5 hours straight and got a working encounter system, a working character creator, and a working opponent set generator. There's still a lot to move from my note to the script, but, the game works, and everything I've written runs as intended. Is it fun? Well, right now, it's all the same. Name yourself, fight one-fight two-fight three (each only requiring one or two inputs), game ends. It was exciting the first couple of times, but now I want to add more for more variety, of course.

[edit: wrote the above a couple days ago and after a break it has returned to being kind of fun. I've also learned that instantaneousness kills all tension, so I wrote a few basic functions to delay and separate lines in various ways. Anyway I'm going to hold off on doing much more transcribing/coding from my pseudocode, since I don't want to get too far ahead of the final project timeline, and I don't even really know what the expectations are, so I could be way outside of bounds here and I just wouldn't know.]

[edit 2, next day: New plan. Going to write more detailed pseudo/update poorly-detailed pseudo, do some story planning for the secret ending that I don't intend to get to but hey yaneverknow, and try to balance mechanics/come up with items/do a bunch of the little things that sap a surprising amount of creativity.]

I also binged She-Hulk, and I loved it?! I thought it was going to be awful and cringey the way people online (dudes?) talked about it, but it was genuine, and meta, and actually had me laughing at times. I mean, that last episode? Come on!!! Sure, some of the vfx were just alright, but it's a show, and after six-odd years of AOS, I'm used to it. I'm glad they leaned into the unseriousness. Also,,,, Matt Murdock is such a hottie. The quips, the law banter, the violence, ahhhh. My dnd-friend strongly endorses Daredevil, but I've held off because I was afraid of the violence, honestly. But I'm a big girl, and I'm very good at closing my eyes.

Today I'm thankful for a successful antiquing run!!!! Early last semester I heard about this antique market, and I finally put in the effort to get there today, and it was amazing!!! I was looking for shared housewares (found the specific item I was looking for!) and unique vintagey jewelry. Didn't quite manage to find anything truly vintage, but I got a darling piece of simple costume jewelry and the most fantastic mug that's shaped like a head of lettuce (this description does not do its beauty justice). The necklace will be perfect for when I finally make my way to the opera, and the mug is like something a fairy would drink from. I stayed within my budget which means I have just a little bit left in my allowance to thrift for clothes, maybe on Friday or Saturday (since I'll be in lab all day tomorrow).

By the way, the antique store was amazing. It has at least five floors (I got tired after three and a half) and is filled to the brim with some of the most eclectic stuff you could ever find, with old-timey radios playing music from various eras throughout. Magical. I could waste a lot of money there.

Oh wait, before I go, yesterday was such a busy day that I didn't even journal but I:

Met up with a lab/classmate and their partner for a lunch and a stroll in the city which was fantastic. My original plan was to go see Dune and also to pick up some (red, short, block) heels I'd ordered, but I didn't end up liking the heels on me very much, and I was enjoying the pair's company too much to cut the time short with a three-hour movie.

Went to a paint night through a diversity org I'm in which was also fantastic. I painted a cute little mushroom scene! I don’t really consider myself a visual artist and I’m not a huge fan of acrylic but it was very relaxing so I’d love to try watercolor sometime. Also like,, because this isn’t my "preferred medium" it was SO nice to not be stressed about perfection and just go for it.

[lunaraindrop]

I'm mad.

I'm frustrated.

I'm sad.

I'm feeling guilty, selfish, and like the bad guy.

I don't get summers off. I might be a preschool teacher, but my school has a summer program. If I don't work in the summer, I don't get paid in the summer. I have bills to pay, and I need to eat.

My weekends were already sacred, and already encroached upon by my family and their extroverted need to be in each other's business constantly. I already had to turn down an out of town party and a cookout for Friday. (My mother tried to guilt trip me into going to the party with her, and only let up when I said I had to work late. In her words, "I don't like to go to things alone") Yesterday, I slept in (yay), but got roped into helping cook and eating family dinner at my aunt's (not yay).

Today was going to be all for me. I have summer lesson plans to write up. I have a classroom to start planning out for the school year. I have fics I want to write and work on. I just want to get a chai and find a cool, shady place outside of my house to write.

Instead...my dad has called me six times since 8:00am. All to do with his refrigerator.

*He wanted to come up and bring me his frozen chicken

*He wanted me to check my refrigerator to see if it has a temperature gage

*He called again to ask if my refrigerator had a temperature gage, what it was set up as, and how he should set his up

*He called me because he couldn't get ahold of my mother

*He called to see if I was awake and would be home when he brought the frozen chicken over (but did not tell me when he planned to bring the chicken over)

*He "accidentally" called me when he tried to call my cousin, but also wanted to talk about his refrigerator and how my mother was not answering her phone (they are divorced)

What this tells me is that my dad, once again, is not taking his anxiety medication like he should. He gets fixated on small things, like his refrigerator being "too cold". If you don't engage with him or go against what he is saying, he gets extremely agitated and yells.

So, I went over to my mother to tell her about his mood...only to find out that her phone was ringing.

Something you, my lovely people reading this, shoukd know is that mother is progressively becoming more and more HoH every day. It is one of the reasons she constantly wants me to be around. She does not know ASL, or plans to learn it. Her job has offered to pay for her to get an hearing aid, but her pride won't let her do it.

Another thing you might need to know is that I have had multiple talks with my family about how I am not the family answering service. I am not their GPS. If you can't find or get ahold of someone...try them again. Don't call me to find them or give them a message, unless it is an emergency.

I have wondered why lately I have been getting more calls dot those reasons.

...

My mother had her phone in her purse, in the other room. Far away in the other room.

On purpose.

I could tell when I brought it to her. She looked like a child that had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. She knows she can't hear her phone when it is a couple of feet away. It is *impossible* when it is in her purse. And my mother is a smoker. She always keeps her cigarettes in her purse, and said purse near her to go outside to smoke.

"Oh Luna, nobody ever calls me."

I had to stress, again, that Yes. They. Do! And when they can't get her, they call me! So stop *hiding* your phone, please.

She answered, and it was my dad. Talking about his refrigerator. I said to her that he was having an episode and not taking his anxiety medication again. She blew me off and told me I needed to be more sympathetic. I said that it isn't about sympathy. I take the calls. I walk him through things. I am patient. I am kind. But something is wrong, and I don't want to be responsible for his anxiety all day. She says that I'm not responsible for him and...

Let's think, folks.

If I left to go do the things that I needed/wanted to do...both of my parents would try and blow up my phone, angry.

Why did I leave? Why didn't I act as a buffer for them? Why didn't I act as my mother's interpreter? Why didn't I help my dad figure out what to do with his refrigerator? While didn't I keep everyone calm and redirected?

Why didn't I sit there, silent, until I was needed?

And in all of this...I feel responsible. I feel guilty. I feel like a bad daughter.

But, like, fuck. Why can't my parents take care of themselves? Why am I expected to be my mother's hearing aid? Why am I expected to be my father's anxiety medication?

Is that all I am?

EDIT:

An update of sorts. My dad came up and gave me the frozen chicken. He said he was going to go home and take a nap. I told him that I would probably go work on lesson plans, then maybe go by the school to organize things for the upcoming week.

I left the house.

I went to Starbucks to work on my lesson plans (*cough*andwritefic*cough*)

And...my dad called. Asked me what I was doing. Remember, I *told* him what I planned to do today.

I said I was at Starbucks.

"You're at Starbucks? Well, nobody wants to do anything with *me* anymore."

I know it is his anxiety talking. I know he is going to go into a yelling fit about how people (me) don't love him or want him around unless he is paying for something.

Let's make it clear. I make it a point that he doesn't pay for anything for me, purely for the reason that I can say, "I love you and never ask you to pay for anything. I even paid for your coffee when we went out yesterday. Are you doing okay? Are you taking your medicine?"

I wasn't coddling or soft with him today. I didn't give him any reassurances. I didn't give him a chance to to drag me into an anxiety fueled blame-match. Instead, I flatly said, "I am working on my lesson plans. I don't have time to work on my lesson plans anymore. I need to work on them right now." and left it at that.

He paused, then said that he would talk to me later.

I wish it was that he realized that I wasn't purposely trying to not spend time with him (even though I saw him earlier, and he said he was go home to take a nap). But...no. That is the sad part of having parents with mental illness. When he isn't taking his medication like he should, he gets so paranoid. It won't matter that I am doing work. I didn't tell him where I was going. I went alone. I didn't invite him to go with me.

[kimmimaru]

So, probably a bit TMI (mentions of mental health) for random internet strangers but oh well. I'm sticking it under a cut for people who don't care lol.

So, I've been having a...difficult time lately. I'll keep it simple and just say I'm struggling pretty bad with personal shit. Anyway, I was considering looking into counselling but the NHS no longer fund talking therapy, it's only CBT and stuff which is helpful but not what I need. So I'd have to pay through the nose. And even if I could afford it I've only been able to find 1 single person in my entire town who specialises in treating autistic people. There may be more but honestly I have no idea where to even begin looking. Also like there's loads of groups for older people and people with toddlers but nothing for parents of older kids, groups for the parents I mean. I struggle very badly with making friends and talking to people, I'm awkward as fuck and have no idea how to socialise. Unfortunately I'm not a child so don't have anywhere to go to meet people like me. It's hard to make friends when neurotypicals have an instinctual dislike of autistic people (ok not everyone but apparently they can identify people as 'weird' without even speaking to them and generally tend to avoid us). Sorry, I did say this was probably TMI, but I'm just so fucking lonely and so stressed I'm having heart palpitations. I'm not sleeping either and unfortunately I don't have anyone to actually talk to about it so this is why I'm posting this here. Its at least just getting it all off my chest, even if it's not a long term solution maybe it'll be enough to actually help me get some sleep tonight. My mum was the person I talked to about all this shit, the only one I felt I could actually confide in and she's gone. I have family but they're busy with their own lives and tbh...I never felt like they ever really got me. My dad's a very closed off man, not in a cold way, he was always affectionate but he and my mum got divorced a long time ago and since then I've never felt able to talk to him about deep stuff. I suppose it's something to do with broken trust and all that crap. My sisters are way too busy and have their own problems and lives and my only brother is a lot older than me and far away. They all love me and care about me, I have never doubted it but none of them are neurodivergent. They don't understand me really and never have (that's not a self pitying 'oh woe is me' it's just a fact). It's a very weird feeling to be surrounded by people who love you but knowing they just don't get you. I am extremely aware that people would kill to have what I do, a big, loving family and they try really hard to understand and help but sometimes you just need more weirdos like you who see the world the same way and have the same kind of issues you do. What I want is a day. Just one single fucking day where I can just do what I need to do around the house without just staring at it for hours before I work up the spoons to do it. I want one day where I can actually do something creative as I've lost my drive (probably temporary, depression usually has the opposite affect on me and I write MORE when I'm depressed for some reason). I want to play with my daughter without constantly worrying about if she'll eat something other than junk food (she's an extremely picky eater), or is she'll take a bath without a fight or if she'll actually drink something for a change (yes, we are in contact with doctors about all this, it's just an extremely slow process). I want to wake up and not be exhausted for a change, I want to not be in constant pain for no fucking reason (chronic fatigue...yay). I want to not spend my days unable to focus on anything, to not be constantly disassociating because my stupid brain can't cope with too much sensory input. I am exhausted, I'm grieving and I just want to be normal for a fucking change. Anyway, it's all a lot more complicated than what I've written and it's very unlikely this makes any sense at all. But I needed to write it down, to tell someone, somewhere just so I can stop obsessing over all these thoughts. Maybe now I can sleep.