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pleuvoiryn · 1 month ago
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BADVILLAIN — 숨(ZOOM) Trailer Film : Cut to the chase
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vizrecon · 5 months ago
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salamispots · 1 year ago
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dream logic means freshwater sharks are more dangerous than ocean sharks and that they can be out of water/glide across sand on reinforced fins lmao
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skltart · 3 months ago
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hunting for love//killing for pleasure//must be the concrete jungle
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here's an alternate version without the filter and a different colour scheme that I still didn't like but was better than other attempts. I gooootta start planning out my colours and figuring out how to work with values. but that's hard so I'm not gonna do that👍🏻
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modawg · 1 month ago
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my favorite hc is that annabeth gets INSANE cuteness aggression when it comes to percy and that’s where all her attitude came from before they started dating
the only ppl who knew were her siblings bc she’d come home everyday after doing anything with him and immediately crash out on anything in her vicinity (normally her bed) but she was like extremely conscious of what was going on; self diagnosing
like her and her siblings would act like it’s some disease she’s dealing with coming home to her slumped on the floor like this
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and everyone’s like “that damn cuteness aggression got her again 😕😕keep fighting annabeth our prayers are w you💔❤️‍🩹😭😫✊”
then when they started dating she could unleash it in a sea of kisses and sucking on his face (literally) whenever he did anything normal and percy just always side eye her bc girl calm down
percy is the type to fight cuteness aggression with soft kisses and words of affirmation while annabeth like literally has to keep her hands to herself until she’s calm enough to just brush a strand of hair out his face without yanking his hair out
percy: wise girl your shaking!! (*´д`*) are you ok?? >_<
annabeth: SAVE UOURSELLFFFFFF
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iknowicanbutwhy · 6 months ago
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too eepy after work to have a life, stardust? smh
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lizzybeeee · 15 days ago
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I will never emotionally recover from this
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icy-gendango · 1 year ago
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hahaaa bozo <3
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salem-sapiens · 2 months ago
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Let's get you back to bed, grandpa.
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gauntletqueen · 1 year ago
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Segment in a horror game where you explore a haunted house in which people have gone missing. The music that plays here isn't like an ambient track or only a sad creepy violin, but consisting of several instruments, including soft vocals harmonizing and a slow percussion instrument of some sort, repeating roughly the same note every second. As you explore the house, no big scares happen, maybe a sudden rat or some creepy imagery scratched into a wall. You may find newspaper articles about the house, testimonies saying they've heard footsteps from inside the house. But you hear no such thing, only the music.
After a while, so slowly you might not realise at first, instruments in the track begin to fade away, until only the percussion remains with its slow, repeated thumping. You may begin to think, when isolated like this, it sounds very similar to footsteps, when-
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ruegarding · 6 months ago
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the set up of annabeth saying i know you to percy, percy thinking and you still like me anyway? in moa, and then in hoh percy reveals a part of him that annabeth didn't know and it terrified her. both that it was there and that she didn't know abt it. and it's the worst-case scenario for both of them: annabeth that she was wrong, percy that he was right.
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pleuvoiryn · 1 month ago
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BADVILLAIN — 숨(ZOOM) Trailer Film : Cut to the chase
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shalom-iamcominghome · 4 months ago
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I'm kind of obsessed with the wikivoyage page for israel like... just read it
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demigodsanswer · 9 days ago
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royal au: Percy and annabeth making their relationship public
I wrote this whole thing for the modern royals au, then realized you just said "royal au" so sorry if that's not what you meant.
This is really more of a "getting dad's approval" story than anything else lol.
modern royals au
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Their relationship wasn't -- couldn't be -- a secret. Not after their first hookup had briefly made international news. But they'd been exclusive for three months now, and Percy was introducing her to work colleagues and friends as his girlfriend. It was probably about time they made their relationship officially public.
Annabeth had invited him on a ski trip in the Swiss Alps. It was going to be her extended family, a who's who of the Swedish government, and a bunch of her friends.
"My cousin Astrid is bringing her baby," Annabeth said with a smile.
"I'm always in for a week away with you, you don't need to make a sales pitch," Percy said. "I'm just not a super strong skier." He much, much preferred surfing.
"I do need to give you the sales pitch," Annabeth said, warning him. "My dad is going to be there. And he wants to talk to you and give his blessing before we make anything public."
Annabeth loved her father, Percy knew that. But she also usually just did whatever she wanted. If she wanted to make their relationship public without her dad's approval, she'd do it. He could tell by the sensitive, worried look in her eyes (he'd gotten to really appreciate these sensitive parts of her, not just the tough, scary, witty exterior) that getting her dad's approval was, unlucky for Percy, very important to her.
"Of course I'll go," Percy agreed. "I might just need some coaching."
"No you don't. Just be yourself," she insisted, resting her head on his shoulder. "He knows how much you mean to me. He just wants to make sure ... that you're ready."
"Ready for what?" Percy asked.
"Our future."
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The ski lodge was warm and cleared out of anyone not on Fred Chase's invite list.
"There are so many tall, blonde people," Percy whispered.
"That's the family for you. Viking stock," Annabeth joked.
They grabbed drinks at the bar -- a white Russian for Annabeth (the idea of milk in a cocktail made Percy nauseous) and an old fashioned for him.
They said hi to a few people, Percy introduced himself, put on his charmer personality, and stuck close to Annabeth.
There was a blip of silence to the left of them, then a murmur of "your majesty" followed by a loud, "Oh! Stop stop stop stop stop!"
Percy instinctively took Annabeth's drink out of her hand, as she moved towards her dad. There were no bows or titles, just a big hug and some words exchanged in Swedish. Percy made a mental note to keep an eye on his Duo-Lingo streak while he was here.
Annabeth walked her father over to Percy, and she took her glass back so he could bow, do the correct greeting, even as Fred Chase begged him to stop, before finally shaking the King's hand.
"It's great you meet you my boy," Fred said with a smile. Percy was relieved. It was like Fred had forgotten about the window incident.
"You and Annabeth go sit, catch up. Can I get you a drink?" Percy offered.
"A Manhattan," Fred said, not specifying beyond that as he and his daughter walked towards some couches by wide windows that showed off pristine show-covered mountains.
"Can I get a Manhattan?" Percy asked the bartender.
"Whiskey preference?"
"Uh ..."
Percy was about to say "anything top shelf," when the woman next to him said: "Uncle Fred's not a fan of anything too fancy," and then she pointed to something on the lower shelf that Percy knew to still be a pretty fucking fancy bottle of whiskey.
"Are you saving my life right now?" Percy asked with a smile.
"Maybe so," she said. She looked a bit like Annabeth, but had a thicker Swedish accent and a baby in her arms.
"Are you Cousin Astrid?" Percy guessed.
"I am, and you must be Percy," she held out her free hand and Percy shook it. "This is Poppy."
She turned the baby towards him. She was as blonde as the rest of the room, with big blue eyes. Percy waved at her, and she extended a little baby hand. Percy let her cling to his finger.
"Lovely to meet you Miss. Poppy," he said. "Not a very traditional name," Percy said.
"My husband works in America. Her first name is Elsa really, after my mother but ..."
"Frozen?" Percy guessed.
"Frozen," Astrid confirmed.
"Forgive me, but you're not a first cousin, are you?" Percy asked. He was pretty sure Annabeth only had one living first cousin.
"No, no, I am her grandfather's brother's granddaughter." Percy tried to map the tree in his head. "Which makes me ... eighth in line for the throne," Astrid finished with a laugh.
"I'm seventh in line myself," Percy said. Astrid held up her drink, which looked like just soda water. He cheered her as the bar tender sat down the drink.
"Good luck with Annabeth's father," she said, before turning him back towards his girlfriend.
"Ah, thank you my boy," Fred said as Percy handed him the drink. "Oh, nice choice on the whiskey," The King said after a sip.
Annabeth offered Percy an approving smile.
"Sorry for the delay, I met your cousin, Astrid," Percy said.
Annabeth grabbed his knee. "Did she have Poppy with her?"
"Yeah, she's --" Percy pointed to Astrid.
"Sorry Percy, I need to see this baby," and with that Annabeth left him alone with the King of Sweden, who was also the single most important person in his girlfriend's life.
The King was on his own couch facing Percy with a coffee table between them. Percy felt like he was in a job interview, or on trial.
"So, Percy, what do you do?" The King asked him.
"I work for the MET, in the antiquity archives. I'm thinking about doing a Ph.D. Hopefully at Oxbridge if they'll have me," he explained.
Fred nodded. Percy was pretty sure it was approval. "Are you excited for the skiing this weekend?"
Percy tried to smile. "I think it'll be all bunny slopes for me. I never really took to it."
"See if you can get Annabeth to stick with you. She'll take off down a Black Diamond at the speed of sound with no concern for my nerves," Fred said.
"I'll do my best, but she doesn't have much concern for my nerves either. On our second date, I nearly lost her in the Paris catacombs because she kept wandering away from the guide."
Fred laughed. "That's my girl. I've always said, I can control Sweden or I can control Annabeth, but I cannot do both."
"You do mean everything to her, your majesty," Percy said.
"Oh please, Percy, call me Fred," The King said.
"I'm sorry sir, but I had my manners beat into my by nuns, I don't think I physically can," Percy said with a laugh.
"Are you Roman Catholic?" Fred asked.
Percy took a healthy sip of his drink. "Officially. I'm confirmed."
"Well, if you ever want to convert to Church of Sweden, we're a bit more open minded," Fred said.
Percy knew, of course, that he'd have to convert if he ever planned to marry Annabeth. She'd be head of that church one day. He had no real attachment to the Catholic faith, beyond an appreciation for the Virgin Mary and general artistic flair that non-Catholics seemed to pitifully lack.
There was a long pause in the conversation, and Fred's eyes seemed to drift past Percy. Percy turned to follow his gaze, and saw Annabeth holding Poppy, bounding her up and down on her hip as she spoke to Astrid.
"Can I be honest with you, young man?" Fred asked, shifting more to the edge of his seat to get closer to Percy, despite the table in between them.
"Of course sir," Percy said, shifting to match Fred's posture.
"If every single person in this room vanished right now, except for her," he pointed to his daughter, "it wouldn't matter to me. As long as I had her with me, I'd know everything would be okay."
Percy nodded, not exactly sure what to say. The King kept talking.
"Losing her mother was a grief I don't think either of us have ever recovered from."
The first time he'd ever seen Annabeth really cry, not just tear up at a movie or sad song the way she was prone to, was after she spent a day with Percy and his mother. It had gone so well, and she'd been so happy. Until they got back to his loft and she broke down crying, overwhelmed with grief that Percy couldn't understand but knew was real.
"If anything ever happened to her," The King said, "I don't know how I'd make it through that."
"Sir, I hope it goes without saying that I don't intend to --"
"No one ever plans to hurt Annabeth, but I've seen it before. She meets someone, falls fast, and then they can't stand up to what being her partner actually means, let alone what being a consort would mean," Fred said. "I don't expect you to marry her any time soon or ever. If you two part ways in the future, though, I want it to be because things simply aren't right in the relationship, not because you have put her in a position where she must chose between you and her birthright."
Percy sat up straighter, waiting for what he knew was coming next.
"I've met your mother. She was an exceptional woman. I considered it a great loss for the monarchies of Europe when she left you father." Percy took another long drink. King or not, if Fred insulted his mother, Percy wouldn't react well. "I don't blame her for walking away. It's not easy to be thrown into all of this. But if you are going to be with Annabeth, I need you to be ready for it."
"Sir," Percy said, scooting forward to the edge of the couch, "my family has tried to push me out of this in every way they can. I speak to my uncle once a year at most, and it almost always ends with him reminding me that he doesn't think I should be a legitimate part of the royal family." Fred looked sympathetic, apologetic even. "But I've managed to stick around in this world because I'm good at being in it. And I like being in it."
"But will you like it as much when she is the center of that world?" Fred asked.
"What do you mean?" Percy asked. Annabeth was dazzling, but the Swedish queen would never exactly grab the same level of attention as a Kate Middleton.
"I've watched plenty of men struggle to cope with their wives getting all of the attention. Prince Phillip dealt with it. King Charles never coped well with Lady Diana. Even, and forgive me, your father could never deal with how much people loved your mother. From my perspective, that drove them apart more than anything."
That was news to Percy. All parties had always led him to believe his mother simply left, gave up on the monarchy and married a school teacher instead.
"I won't watch the same thing happen to my daughter," Fred said.
"If I'm lucky enough to marry your daughter," which he didn't know he would, they'd only been going out for three months, "that won't happen to her," Percy promised anyway.
"Are you sure? Could you give up your job, your career, your own attention to do what ever she needs, whenever she needs it?" Fred asked.
Percy nodded. "Can I be honest with you, sir?" Percy set his drink down as Fred nodded back. "I like my job just fine. I love New York. But --" Percy glanced back to where Annabeth was still cooing at the baby, "all I really want is to be a dad. And if my future is just raising your daughter's kids while shines on an international stage, that will be enough."
Percy could have fooled himself into thinking he'd rehearsed that little speech. He meant every word, but ...three months. That was a short amount of time to make a promise like that. But it seemed to work for Fred, who was smiling and nodding without anything else left to say. Percy picked up his drink and tried not to look triumphant. But he sure had the sprezzatura someone like him needed to survive in this world.
"There's something else you need to know," Fred said. "I won't be King forever."
"Nonsense sir, Annabeth assures me you're going to live forever," Fred smiled, "and she threatened to have me drawn and quartered if I ever suggested otherwise."
"Well, immortal as I may be, I don't plan to still be king at ninety-five." Fred leaned in closer to him. "When Annabeth has had her children, and lived her life a little more, when she feels she's ready, I'm going to abdicate. She knows this. The moment she says she's ready, I'll be stepping down."
Percy turned back to look at his girlfriend, and when he turned back to Fred, Percy found that his eyes were on his daughter too.
"I don't want her partner thinking they have decades and decades to mess around. Within the next fifteen years --" Fred gestured towards his daughter, drink still in hand, "-- that woman will be queen."
Percy stared at Annabeth, and he knew it was true. She wasn't paying attention to him, just mingling with her family like it was any other reunion. For all the privileged and wealth it provided, Percy didn't fundamentally believe in birth right monarchy. He wasn't sure he believed in God, and he certainly didn't think God picked out any of these people to lead any random patch of land in Europe. But Annabeth did seem uniquely born for it.
Annabeth caught Percy looking at her, and excused herself from the conversation she was having. She rejoined them then, Poppy still in her arms. She sat back down. "Sorry about that, I made a new friend." Annabeth picked up Poppy's chubby little arm and waved it at her dad, and then at Percy. "What are you talking about?"
"The slopes," her father said.
"They're so great here, Percy," Annabeth said. "There's a black diamond that --"
"--and how I'm sticking to the bunny slopes," Percy added. "I'd like to not break my neck this week."
Poppy reached out for Percy, and Annabeth handed her over as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Percy guessed he'd made a friend in Poppy too. It wasn't surprising. Babies tended to like him. He felt Poppy rest her head against his shoulder, and he rubbed her back and rocked her gently.
"You won't break your neck. No one ever gets seriously hurt skiing," Annabeth said, like a liar.
"Didn't King Charles once nearly die in a skiing accident?" Percy asked Fred.
"You know what, he did," Fred confirmed.
Annabeth looked back and forth between them, assessing them as a pair of traitors.
"Well, I'll be extra careful," she promised, picking up her previously abandoned drink.
"I'd really feel better if you stuck with Percy," Fred said.
"The buddy system," Percy said. "Anyway, I need you to keep me safe. I'm going to be hopeless up on that mountain."
"I haven't been down a bunny slope since I was nine," Annabeth said.
"It will be fun!" Percy promised.
Annabeth looked at him, and then her father. "Fine, I'll take it easy," she agreed. Fred looked shocked. "Poppy is asleep," Annabeth said. Her little head was resting on Percy's shoulder. Annabeth brushed some of her curls back gently, but the baby didn't stir. For a moment, Percy could imagine their future, their little blonde baby girl. Three months, he reminded himself, you're literally meeting her father for the first time. No babies yet. "I'll find Astrid," Annabeth said, standing and leaving them alone again.
"Take it easy?" Fred said, amazed. "I have never, not once in my life, heard Annabeth even suggest she will 'take it easy.'"
"Maybe we just need to team up more," Percy suggested. "But lets see what she actually does tomorrow. No guarantees she sticks to her word."
"It's progress nonetheless," Fred said as Astrid stepped in to scoop up Poppy. Percy missed her already.
"If you need a baby sitter this week," Percy said, "I'm looking for any reason to get out of skiing."
"I'll keep you in mind," Astrid promised.
Annabeth sat down next to him.
"I'll leave you two alone," Fred said. "I have to make a call to my press team about our statement of support."
"Support for what?" Annabeth asked. She was playing dumb, Percy could tell.
"Your relationship announcement. Have you posted it yet?" Fred asked.
"I'll email Ines right now," Annabeth said with a wide smile. Ines managed her public, official social media. They'd had a perfectly tailored post ready to go for weeks.
When her father left their ear shot, Annabeth squeezed Percy in a tight hug from the side.
"You were perfect!" She said. "And I can't believe Poppy even fell asleep on you, oh my god, that was too cute!"
"Will you really go down the bunny slopes with me tomorrow?" Percy asked, putting an arm over her shoulder.
"Maybe just once or twice, until you get your ski legs," Annabeth said.
"Next vacation, we're going to Tahiti, and I'm teaching you to surf," Percy said.
"Oh a black diamond is too dangerous, but you're going to dress me up like a seal and put me in shark-infested waters?" She asked.
"They aren't shark infested, the sharks live there," Percy pointed out.
"Breaking and entering into the poor sharks' home?" Annabeth said, shaking her head. "Unbelievable."
"I thought you had some experience breaking and entering," Percy said. Annabeth looked at him confused. "You remember, you broke in, ate some porridge, slept in their beds --"
"Oh fuck off," she said with a shove. "I'm adding Goldie-lock's jokes to the no-jokes list."
The list in question was: no dead dad jokes, no dead mom jokes, no muppet jokes, and now, no Goldie-locks jokes.
"Fine, fine, just ... never abandon me with your father again," Percy said. "I swear I think he's planning our wedding already, the way he was talking."
"Was it too much? I know he can be protective," she asked, a look of genuine worry on her face.
"No, it was fine, just ... I hope I can live up to expectations," Percy said.
Annabeth took his hand in hers. "He just wants me to be happy. And to not die in a tragic skiing accident."
"I'm adding jokes about you dying to our list, by the way," Percy cut in.
"Deal. But, if the expectation is me being happy then, you do meet it, Percy. I promise."
He lifted her hand and kissed it gently. "You make me happy too," he promised. "How many kids do you want?" He asked, pivoting quickly. Annabeth followed him without stumbling in the conversation.
"Four," she said, sure of her answer. "A girl. Sofia. Then, two years later, another girl. Ingrid. Then a boy three, maybe four years later. Frederick, obviously. And then another girl. You can name her."
Percy smiled. "Do I only get to name her if I'm the dad, or will you call me up in ten years to name her even if we break up?"
Annabeth's face was bright red. "Their father. Their father gets to name the fourth baby," she said, her face in her hands.
"Penelope," Percy said. "I always liked that name."
Her blush faded a bit. "I like it," she agreed. "And you always have been more of an Odyssey boy."
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bikananjarrus · 1 year ago
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absolutely OBSESSED with the change of having annabeth see the Fates cut luke’s string instead of percy. something about showing how she’s just as tied to luke as percy is, just as connected to the great prophecy because it’s her cursed blade that brings about kronos’ defeat and luke’s death
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olsenmyolsen · 4 months ago
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NEW MASTER LIST: SHORT N' SWEET
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Hey everyone!!! I know this isn't the exact update people seek out, but I just wanted to let you all know that due to an influx in some requests, both past and present, I have decided to start doing some fluff-based, maybe even some smutty in the future, one-shots of our favorite celebrities.
For example, Elizabeth Olsen 🦎💖💖 amongst others, if you want :)
These one shots will be request based only. I have have more than enough joy writing the Marvel One Shots along with my other Books. That I don't need(want) to actively write unless people want them.
If you are going to request, be organized with your thoughts, and please try and keep it PG-13/T. I don't want to have to say no to so many Explicit requests.
ANYWAYS!!! You can find my new LIST titled Short n' Sweet (yes, I know!!! 💙) on my profile!! OR Here: Short n' Sweet
And if this isn't your thing, I totally understand. Thank you for taking the time to read my other stories! I just didn't want to combine my Marvel One Shots with Real Person Fics/Fic-lets/One Shots
LOVE YOU ALL! DRINK LOTS OF WATER!! <3
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