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CESARE BORGIA + dragging his brother around "You have a priest for a brother?."
#cringefail bros my beloveds#francois and david had such an electrifying chemistry#they became close instantly the first day on the borgias set. bonding over the godfather and all#till this day they're still interacting on instagram being goofy and david even invited francois to his podcast#juan's brattiness balances with cesare's leadership so damn well hello??? best brothers ever i'm sorry#it's the way they desperately tried to replace juan with alfonso in season 3 but they failed dramatically#he had nooooone of juan's charisma and devilish charm#they tried to parallel the scene where juan and cesare were sparring with swords to the one with cesare and alfonso's...#...yet again they failed dramatically. “did you ever love your brother?” “ i did! mightily.” was the only valid moment between them LMAOOOO#françois saying that he loves juan and cesare moments because they had “loving brotherly undertone under all of cesare's hard teaching"#yeah <3#david oakes#juan borgia#the borgias#theborgiasedit#perioddramaedit#francois arnaud#cesare borgia#juan and cesare#by jen
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Survived a duel with my coach today. Keep in mind that I am 5'6" and armed with a rapier and dagger, and my coach is 6'4" and armed with a fucking Montante. Me next to the montante for scale:
And i managed to score €20 and a plate of famous brownies (to be claimed at a later dste) out of it so all in all a success.
#we went for like 3 full minutes#the consesus was that i would be dead instantly and he would die after 3 days of sepsis#and i got the €20 by stabbing him in both kindeys over the course of the fight so like#im happy w the results#hema#historical european martial arts#sparring shenanegans
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Day 2 — On the Edge of a Knife
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Etho idly paces around the froglight shop’s lobby; the day as sweet and slow as molasses as each hour trudges by in an uninspired march.
There’s plenty he could be doing, sure—the shop’s exterior is begging to be built, though the glory in an inside-out base is that the outside is merely a suggestion.
He could rework Ravager Rush’s wiring to accommodate four-digit scores, or he could build the farm that’s been itching at the back of his mind ever since he finished the game. He could even work on his base to appease the endless teasing over his (perfectly adequate) roof.
His mind churns with ideas but his motivation to act upon any of them lulls. He counts the lily pads as he steps over them and fidgets with a zipper on his vest.
Eventually, after a tick or a minute or a day, the unmistakable sound of someone taking a landing too steep against the grass outside cuts through the silence.
“Etho! Etho-ooooo!” Gem’s voice, even less mistakable than the tumble Etho assumes she took, rings out.
“In here,” Etho says, and Gem meets him at the top step of the right wing. Her hair is messy around the edges of her bandanna, and there are fresh grass stains on her knees, almost invisible against the dark fabric.
“Etho! Wonderful, yes,” Gem says, with an odd expression that smooths itself away almost immediately. “Are you busy?”
“Nah, did you need something?” he asks, scuffing his sandal against the copper stair.
“Up for some sparring?”
Usually, they spar in the evenings, swords glinting in the reflected sunset until the bugs that gather around the edges of Gem’s river become unbearable.
Etho considers his productive day leading up to this point. “I’ve got nothing better to do.”
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Gem dumps Etho’s sword into his outstretched arms after he respawns for the third time with a grin that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Five hearts,” she informs him, and Etho groans.
“You’re too fast! It’s hard to get hits on you,” Etho complains, but beneath his mask, he’s smiling too.
“Looks like you’ll just have to try harder,” Gem says, before widening her stance and steadying her blade. Etho mirrors her, and a slight shift of Gem’s boot against the sandstone of the beach is the only warning Etho gets before she’s racing up on the offense.
Etho parries her first blow; her second. Her third swing slices through the fabric of Etho’s left sleeve, and the gash stings, but not enough to stop him from lunging forward, closing the opening Gem leaves by lifting her arms too high and catching her in the side.
Gem grunts, but leverages ahead, pushing into Etho’s space in a furious whirl of movement that has Etho stumbling back a step. He snakes in more hits than he had in their previous round, but has no time or space to get in crits; most of his efforts are concentrated in avoiding Gem’s blade.
It’s over in a second. Etho’s vision goes black, and then he’s sitting up in the respawn bed nestled within a faux-shipwreck.
“Again?” Gem asks when Etho’s sword is back in hands.
Etho shrugs. “Sure.”
Gem’s fighting style is quick, cutting, and brutal; her movements leave no room for hesitation and her strikes land true a considerable amount of the time. Despite that, she maintains a fluidity that twines through her limbs like how waves break apart the sea’s surface, and she’s smooth as she transitions from one move to the next.
Tension strings across her frame now, in the tilt to her shoulders and line of her mouth and too-tight grip on her sword. Her swings are sloppier than usual and she brings them down harshly, almost desperately.
Sweat beads on Etho’s brow; he can see how it similarly runs down Gem’s face. An aching tiredness seeps into his limbs, but he’s not about to call it quits; Gem needs the company at least.
In a twist of sheer luck, Etho gains the upper hand, and he uses it to crit, before slashing again and driving Gem back. In a flash, she’s pushing ahead and twisting to the side with the ferocity of a cornered animal, and the set of teeth she bares is the edge of her blade suddenly pressed against Etho’s throat.
They both freeze. Gem’s hardly one for headshots.
The cool press of metal is gone before Etho has the chance to speak against it. Gem sheaths it at her side, looking troubled.
“You okay?” Etho asks, putting away his own sword.
“Yeah, I’m just… suddenly really tired,” Gem says, and her voice is pinched in all of the wrong places. “Thanks for sparring with me.”
Etho waits a couple ticks to see if she’ll continue. He wonders if he should press further, but she doesn’t look like she wants to talk. Gem turns to collect her stuff.
“It was a good session,” he says.
Gem tugs on her armor and equips her elytra. She offers him a tight-lipped smile before taking off.
He touches a hand to his neck. The blood there has already started to crust. Etho stands alone on the beach and watches Gem’s figure disappear over the horizon.
#following the lovely tem definitelynotshouting’s absolutely gorgeous prompt list (to be linked when it’s posted) for the month!#this one’s being posted a day late but the others should go up on their corrosponding date. i fell asleep before posting yesterday </3#gem’s inner turmoil vs her emotional support sparring buddy <3#hermitcraft#ethoslab#geminitay#hermitfic#my writing#definitelynottober#definitelynottober2024
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99% of my ocs have a lot of meaningful tattoos, Spar's are some of my favorite. She has a matching finger tattoo with Ezra hers saying for and his saying ever on their right hand ring fingers. And before they broke up Spar also got a matching one done with Marc, they both enjoyed the art style.
#ts3#s3#the sims 3#sims 3#simblr#Marc has some meaningful ones too on his face and body but that's for another day#I enjoy doing tiny details like this and so does Sara hehe (she's why Spar and Ezra have the matching hand tat)
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Sparkstember Day 19: Lil' Beethoven (Ride 'Em Cowboy)
First of all, let this very important fact be known: the love I have for all three albums in the Lil' Beethoven trilogy cannot be overstated. I think I can safely call them my favourite pieces of art ever made. You know, when you look forward to something and it not only lives up to all your expectations but it's also just SO SO much more? Something about this neoclassical / dada / deconstruction of pop music / whatever-you-should-even-call-it approach is absolutely PERFECTLY suited for my tastes, and I didn't even know I was looking for something EXACTLY like this until I found it.
I think the circumstances of my first hearing of this album are pretty funny and something I got pretty lucky with actually (I often think about this with Sparks in general, as much as I wish I've known about them sooner I also do feel like they appeared in my life when I needed that the most. But anyway.) I was very eagerly looking forward to hearing it and finally seeing for myself what the genius of this album is all about. But I insisted that I can only do it through a physical format because yesss, let's make it even more *special*! The moment I've been waiting for! So yeah let's gooo, I need to wait until my CD arrives in the mail (that was one of the longest weeks of my life). And then I started to wonder, well, maybe I actually won't like it that much. To hype myself up to this extent and then be severly dissapointed - would have sucked!
Well, I was NOT dissapointed. Instead I was perplexed, confused, but also very intrigued and quite, ok not just quite, *completely* amazed already. That was the initial reaction and I think it's a rare but very beautiful moment when this happens - no need to *fully* grasp it right away, but enough to be all like "oh that was SOMETHING. I need more." As I said after that first listen (and I actually have my whole LIVE reaction to hearing LB written down lmao, that's how much of a big deal this was for me), I felt like it actually has to grow on me a bit still, gradually but surely with each next listen, rather than the 1st listen being THE prime listening experience. And that was very true! But it wasn't even gradual, it was very fast, seriously. And something very important that stood out to me right away too were the melodies - something about them, and that continues into HYL and ECOTD too. It's this classic feeling of: this always existed, or at least it feels like I've known it for years already. And as I listen more and become more familiar with them the magic still grows.
It's of course no coincidence to me that an album that relies so much on extreme levels of repetition is so addicting, even hypnotising. And once upon a time I thought that I couldn't like something that's too repetitive and therefore could be considered monotonous or "predictable". But nothing is predictable about LB actually. (Besides... ok, I'll get to that one bit later). But yeah, it's good for the brain. And it's been said before by others but this music definitely has this certain neurodivergent appeal thanks to all this, and, well, I love that aspect of it so much and I definitely relate to it on some level that goes even deeper than just song topics and instrumentation choices. It's in the structure and the fundaments of it all too.
I legally can't finish this without a dedicated paragraph to the 2004 Live In Stockholm performance because HOLY SHIT. Feeling so lucky again that all three of these albums got this treatment and we have recordings of these half-concert-half-performance-art pieces that we can now marvel at. I will say that like, a pretty big part of the sum of the appeal that LB has as an album is stored in this show and its visual and narrative elaboration on its themes. And also it's just so fun to watch! Sometimes I thought about how this might be an even better introduction to LB / this era of Sparks / Sparks in general than the actual album but well, never had a chance to test that and you know. Maybe shouldn't recommend Sparks with one of the most leftfield things there is to be found from them. Either way, very good, very important, felt like experiencing the power of LB for the first time all over again.
So now, please hear my exact reasonings for why I so deeply love (almost) every single one of these songs......
The Rhythm Thief
NO song made such a big impression on me the first time I heard it as this. I might have gotten more used to it after all this time but man, The Rhythm Thief, you will always be the realest one to me. This is what made me look forward to the whole album so much and convinced me that it would be like nothing else I've heard before. And that turned out to be so very beautifully true!
How Do I Get To Carnegie Hall?
I could listen to this one a hundred times in a row over and over and not get sick of it one bit. That's it, idk what else to add, beautiful and ethereal in every way
What Are All These Bands So Angry About?
Mostly I just want to direct everyone's attention to the bridge section, at the 2:26-2:52 time mark, which as far as I can say is the most heavenly piece of music ever made. Feeling like that Winnie The Pooh soul leaving his body gif each time I hear this
I Married Myself
Aromantic anthem, to me. Not that much to say actually but it's just, a very sweet and pretty song even when it might be taken as just this sort of ironic piece, I think it's this situation where a song can be taken more or less literally and it doesn't lose anything, rather the sincerity takes on a new sort of meaning? Because yes, maybe this hyperbolic situation (marrying yourself) COULD be the solution to the heartbreak of failed relationships. Ever thought about that??? Ok, stopping right here and leaving my I Married Myself analysis for another day
Ride 'Em Cowboy
My mind is blank on this one suddenly. But it's so good believe me. I love it a lot. It just has this LB spirit that makes it very addicting to listen to
My Baby's Taking Me Home
This was sort of the first Sparks song I've ever heard, or maybe that I quote-unquote purposefully listened to, and I think that's pretty important considering that it was the moment that ultimately lead to... all this. This song has always been incredibly beautiful and powerful to me, but lately it just makes me emotional to an extent that makes it hard to listen to most of the time. I WOULD sell all my material possessions for even one chance to experience this song live by the way
Your Call Is Very Important To Us. Please Hold
Earns soooo much as a live version, but even without that I think it's genius in the same way as The Rhythm Thief, and maybe the most disquieting piece here overall... If we ignore the next one maybe
Ugly Guys With Beautiful Girls
Sitting there hearing the intro of this song all like "huh, this is so chill and calm... too calm..." and then being hit with, well, everything that's going on in this song afterwards was truly THE MOMENT back in the day (and re: the predictability thing. idk though, it's not like, really an issue). Later on I decided that this sort of narrative nature of the song makes it have less replayability value than the rest (???) but I abandoned that opinion soon enough, thank god. I love it how long it took me to realize that this song and the ending of MBTMH are the only times when drums appear on this entire album (I mean no, I'm not very proud of that fact actually, as the self-proclaimed biggest LB fan in my area. And The Rhythm Thief literally saying "say goodbye to the beat"... come on man). So yes, sometimes less is more! I adore this song now it's such a treat I would gladly terrorize my neighbours with it
Suburban Homeboy
Ok, I'm sorry Suburban Homeboy fans but this is the only song here that I'm not a HUGE fan of. I still think it's brilliant and an incredibly fitting ending for the whole thing - the mood whiplash is amazing as this is the only "vaguely happy sounding" song on here, per my words from months back. And what's better than yelling WE ARE THE SUBURBAN HOMEBOYS! (I'm actually awaiting today's Sparks karaoke rating reveal very impatiently lol the reveal happened before I posted this and I'm very happy about it)
One more actually, a quick word on Wunderbar because it gave us two things that we might have not been able to do without: 1) this whole album actually (the fact that LB exists because of Wunderbar giving the Maels the idea to continue meddling with this style. Up there as one of my fav pieces of Sparks trivia) 2) anddddd the 21×21 performance of it of course
#god these are getting harder and harder to write instead of easier this one took me like 3 hours#but it also is long as heck so. idk it turned out pretty good though. i'm happy with it#i don't know why i feel so silly still writing these#maybe i really went a little bit overambitious with preparing two separate things for each day#but if there's even one or two people who enjoy these i can rest knowing that i have succeeded on this front#also i wish i could have come up with a cool dynamic pose like this for the drawing but no#it's based on the poster of a movie of the same name as the featured song#and honestly now i feel like it's extra fitting for spars and their love for referencing cinema and other pop culture things#and thank god i had an excuse to go completely minimalistic for once. all in all i'm quite happy with the result#cool to do something slightly different sometimes and it also just fits the spirit of the album i think!#anyway LB my beloved. seriously never getting over how good the 00s era albums are#lifechanging outstanding mesmerizing exceptional etc#sparkstember 2024#my art#goose monologues
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The idea of people having so many theories about it amuses me to no end. Over the years the speculation could probably get really intense too- maybe people even write speculative fiction about it.
As for the mystery finally being solved like. One that’s hilarious. Two- would it be a whole event? Not just the fact there’s finally a building there and the whole process of it- but maybe Wanmin has the craziest opening ever with how much is going on in there Akskdkkfkf.
(And I love the idea of childe going from terrifying god warrior who beat down celestia to. Local mischievous cryptid. It reminds me of the bake danuki in Inazuma. He’s just a little guy your honor. Just a little fox.
foreigners: yeah they say liyue has this like- ultra-powerful god of destruction that put celestia in its place like thousands of years ago. how scary. i've heard that he also has an intelligence network of spies across the entirety of teyvat. i know it sounds so fake and tinfoil-hat conspiracty but i've heard it everywhere! and he's just there chilling? how do they not have a heart attack everytime he does anything...
liyue natives: yeah this is master childe. yeah he's a bit stupid. yeah he could kill us all if he wanted. yeah we love him. what do you mean he could cause armaggeddon? god forbid gingers do anything. how old is master childe-? too old for you AND he's married. stay away from our god, foreigners.
#i'm convinced at some point the liyue youth would just be unaware of how strong childe is#and like- it'd be this sort of granparent's tale on how childe is totally like- as strong as morax#and like they still spar together they just don't do it with an audience right#so with childe's general cryptid like behaviour on top i'm sure there'd come a point there Kids These Days would like#be all: what? master childe was the one to school celestia? ....master childe? are you sure?#or like: yeah master childe the celestia killer we've all heard it. pretty sure it was just my grandma fangirling over him but whatever#and childe would find the entire ordeal absolutely hilarious. like he'd embrace the cryptid status#and whenever something actually serious happens in liyue everyone would be like :O what. grandma wasn't lying?#what do you mean master childe is out there fighting alongside lord morax? what do you *mean* competition???#and so the cycle of people forgetting and then remembering childe's status as Annihilation god would repeat all over again#anyway#thank you <3 <3
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Jasico Week 2024 - Day 3
Words: 2,002 Rating: General Audiences Type: Oneshot
Description: Jason Grace, ever aloof praetor, asks the new ambassador to spar with him. Nico isn't sure if this is a weird mating ritual or if Jason is going to murder him, but he has fun either way.
Sidenote: This fic was written for @jasico-challenges Jasico week 2024 event!
Full fic under the cut!
In Nico’s opinion, Camp Jupiter was pretty boring. Considering all the things he’d seen at Camp Half-Blood, this was a walk in the park. They were more organized and put together, which was both appreciated and vaguely disappointing.
One day, as Nico sat bored in a meeting with all the other senate members, he found himself zoning out. He rarely attended meetings but had been asked to be here. He probably should have paid attention, but gods this was lame.
His attention was dragged away from its sharpened stare on the floor by a hand on his shoulder. He whipped around, instantly going into fight or flight.
His shoulders dropped as he realized who it was. Jason Grace. The praetor.
Jason flashed him a smile that looked more like a sad attempt at showing all his teeth. “Hello, ambassador,” he said.
Nico shuffled awkwardly in his spot. “Afternoon. Praetor.”
Jason pointed to the seat beside him. “This spot taken?”
Nico shook his head, slightly less startled now that he realized he wasn’t in trouble for zoning out. Still, Jason freaked him out.
Nico was well aware that he himself was a pretty scary guy. Jason, however, rattled even his nerves.
He was just so untouchable. Nico often wondered if he had some kind of inordinate amount of human-to-god ratio that no other demigod had.
He knew Jason was nice. He had experienced his kindness multiple times throughout his days at Camp Jupiter, but he just looked mean.
Nico couldn’t blame him. He’d heard many stories about Jason’s upbringing, and how it was mostly done by Lupa. He’d probably be weird too if he was raised by wolves.
One of the senate members started going on a rant that no one quite knew how to stop. Most people just quit paying attention.
Jason leaned over. “Pretty boring meeting.”
Nico jumped again but recovered from his startle. “Yeah,” he agreed weakly.
Jason looked him up and down quickly, accompanied by the unabashed confidence only a man in his position could acquire. Nico yet again shuffled awkwardly, not sure what to do with himself.
“Spar with me,” Jason said suddenly, eyes flipping back to Nico’s face.
Nico sputtered before getting himself together. “Excuse me?”
Jason looked away. “You’re excused.”
Nico couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped his lips. “That’s not what I meant. It’s a figure of speech.”
The praetor’s head turned back to Nico, eyes settling on him with the same intensity of the sky before a storm. He raised an eyebrow, leaning forward just slightly. Nico resisted the urge to shy away and lean back.
“What did you mean?” Jason asked.
Nico took a beat to let his eyes wander over Jason’s face. “I meant ‘What?’” he explained.
“I want you to spar with me,” Jason repeated, eyebrows furrowing.
Nico couldn’t help but laugh again. He got that this guy spent the majority of his life so far either in the company of wolves or being trained for war, but come on. He also couldn’t help but notice the way Jason’s face softened when he laughed. He didn’t take time to ponder that, though.
“No, no. I understood that part. I meant ‘why?’” Nico corrected, now aware of the few people looking at them, telling them to shut up. Oops.
Jason lowered his voice. “Why didn’t you just say that?” he asked quietly. Upon Nico’s shrugging, he explained. “I’ve never sparred with you.”
Nico looked at him quizzically. Jason was like a puzzle no one but Reyna could really solve. He didn’t know much slang aside from what he heard every day, and he rarely felt the need to explain himself. Talking with him could be a task, but Nico always left their interactions feeling slightly—oddly— endeared.
Jason watched him, waiting for an answer. Throughout his eager staring, the meeting was adjourned and people began filing out of the building. This included Reyna, who shot a curious glance toward Jason before shrugging and walking away.
Nico decided that was enough explanation and nodded. “Sure.”
Jason smiled, slightly scary and slightly sweet. His smiles always were confusing, but it looked like he was really trying this time.
“…right now?” Nico asked, standing. Jason nodded, just as eager as before. Something shone in his eyes, something Nico wasn’t used to seeing on him.
Nico let him lead him out to the training area, following awkwardly.
“Aren’t we, like, not supposed to be out here this late?” Nico asked, tilting his head to see the side of Jason’s face.
Jason shrugged, though the act looked foreign on his stiff shoulders. “I’m a praetor,” he said as if it explained it.
Nico decided to let it go, following him onto the packed dirt of the coliseum. He pulled his sword from its hilt, standing in wait.
Jason flipped a golden coin, which transformed into his own sword. Nico resisted the urge to say “That was cool,” deciding Jason already knew that.
There was no warning or countdown, just Jason suddenly swinging his sword. Nico panicked and shadow traveled behind him, sweeping his leg under Jason’s to trip him forward. He poked the tip of his sword into his back as a sign he had accidentally won.
“I didn’t say powers were allowed,” Jason said, though there was a hint of humor in his voice as he pulled himself up off his knees.
“You didn’t say they weren’t,” Nico smiled back.
Jason mimicked his smile, for once flashing one that didn’t look too threatening. Nico tried to keep his eyes from lingering too long, but he couldn’t help but notice how pleasant the setting sun looked on Jason’s face.
He passed that off as admiration and let Jason come to his feet, readying again. He lowered his stance. Nico, again, couldn’t help but notice how good concentration looked on him. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts as he got into his own battle stance.
“Powers?” Nico asked, not looking forward to a fight without his.
Jason shrugged. “Go ahead.”
Nico let Jason advance again, shadow traveling behind him once more. Jason was able to anticipate it this time, swinging toward him. Nico blocked, forcing him to step out of the column’s shadow he had been standing in.
Jason smiled, a cocky kind of smile that Nico would’ve been mad about if it was anyone else. However, he couldn’t seem to mind how the scar on his lip moved with his grin.
Nico was forced farther into the light as Jason continued his advances. They were two skilled swordsmen, but without his powers, Nico often faltered.
Jason had now figured out the trick to Nico’s powers and was about to show him his own.
Electricity gathered on his arm in little bolts before shooting down his sword and onto Nico’s. It wasn’t enough electricity to actually hurt him, but enough for him to drop his sword and stumble.
Jason held his weapon to Nico’s chest. Nico smiled, rubbing the elbow he’d fallen onto.
Jason outstretched a hand, letting the gathered lightning fade away before offering it. Nico took his hand and stood. Their palms brushed for a second longer than they needed to. Nico tried not to think about that.
They assumed their positions yet again, both formulating plans behind their eyes.
Once Jason decided they were both ready, he advanced. Nico was not ready, but let it happen anyways, sword raising in defense.
This time, he shadow traveled to Jason’s left. Just as he was about to kick him down, Jason shot electricity through his leg, effectively zapping Nico.
Jason attempted to herd him out of the shadow again, but Nico knew better and evaded. He attempted to block another hit but was just zapped again. It seemed the two were at a crossroads.
Well, until Nico decided shadow traveling above him would prove more successful, and set him up to do just that.
He managed to push Jason to the ground with that method, catching himself mid-air to shadow travel just beside him. Nico had dropped his sword in the process, so he couldn’t officially end it. However, he stood triumphantly, taking the thud of Jason’s body against the dirt as clear evidence of his win.
Before Nico could notice over his gloating, Jason reached out with his sword and zapped the back of his leg lightly, making Nico fall forward. He caught himself on his palms, one by Jason’s ribs and the other by his neck. His knees hit the dirt with a thud.
He couldn’t help the laugh that fell from his lips soon after, kneeled over Jason. Jason laughed too, though his was more of a refined chuckle than Nico’s out-of-character cackling.
When he collected himself enough to realize he was currently on top of the praetor, he pushed his hands off the ground, kneeling beside Jason with flushed cheeks. Jason sat up, rubbing the back of his head. His cheeks were equally red.
Jason tugged himself to his feet, outstretching his hand. Nico, yet again, took it, tugging himself to his feet.
“I’ll walk you to Temple Hill,” Jason said, dusting himself off. Nico usually used the easy access to the underworld in the Pluto temple to his advantage but wasn’t aware that Jason knew that.
Nico took some time to dust off his clothes too. “Thanks.”
He knew Jason was just doing it so he didn’t get in trouble for being out past curfew, but it still felt nice.
They walked silently for a second. However, the silence seemed less awkward than before.
“What do you call that, by the way?” Jason asked, clearly wrapped up in his own thoughts.
Nico looked up at him, noticing swiftly how Jason didn’t meet his gaze. “Call what?” he asked, eyes lingering on the hints of embarrassment on Jason’s face.
“The teleportation,” Jason said, footsteps beginning to fall in line with Nico’s.
Nico considered. “I’ve always referred to it as shadow travel.”
Jason nodded. His eyes traced over Nico’s hands, they were paler than usual—nearly transparent, really. He realized he might have used that ability a few too many times.
“Is that a side effect?” Jason asked, pointing to his hand.
Nico held it up to let Jason see. “Oh, yeah. Don’t worry, it’ll go back to normal in a bit.”
Jason placed his hand under Nico’s to pull his hand closer to his face. Nico quickly looked away in a desperate attempt to hide his red face. ‘Gods, does he have any boundaries?’ Nico thought to himself.
Jason ended the scrutinizing of Nico’s hand, dropping it. Their knuckles brushed in a way that was far from coincidental. Nico decided to focus his gaze on the ground.
“You’re talented with that sword. What is it? I’ve never seen one like it,” Jason said, focusing on the sky.
Now that they had their silent agreement of not watching each other very obviously blush, Nico felt confident enough to answer. “Thanks. It’s Stygian iron.”
Jason nodded, seemingly very focused on a cloud. “Interesting. Any special properties?”
“It can evaporate ghosts,” Nico said, a little too casually.
Jason nodded again. This dirt was really interesting.
They found themselves at the Pluto temple. Nico was tempted to ask Jason if he wanted to come in but recognized that they probably shouldn’t go bending any more rules.
Jason put a hand on his shoulder, flashing him the closest thing to a smile Nico had ever seen on him. “Thank you for indulging my curiosities, ambassador. I have enjoyed getting to know you.”
Nico nodded, doing his best to smile despite his fluster. “No problem. I had fun.”
Jason nodded. He looked behind him, looking at the setting sun.
“Well, enjoy your night,” Jason said, starting to walk away. He didn’t give Nico the time to say, “You too,” so he mumbled it to no one.
Nico disappeared into the dark temple and made a very sudden and awful realization.
He had a crush. Godsdamn it. Not again.
#jasicoweek2024#day 3#fanfiction#🪻fanfics#jasico#fluff#oneshot#pre-heroes of olympus#so like before jason went missing but after nico became an ambassador#sparring#but romantically
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Day two of @atthebell ‘s spiderbit prompt week!
Coffee shop || Sparring
tbh this one is a little spicy and I was a bit nervous about posting it at first but then I remembered that this isn’t twitter and I can do what I want <3
#rainy day doodles#spiderbit#cellbit#qsmp roier#guapoduo#guapoduo fanart#cellbit fanart#cellbit qsmp#qsmp cellbit#qcellbit#roier#roier fanart#roier qsmp#roierfanart#roierqsmp#How could I resist homoerotic sparring I had to do it#cellbit absolutely heart eyed (literally) for his strong husband who can beat him up <3#he’s such a little freak <3
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What if Peepers got left behind with the main duo tho (Patreon)
#Doodles#Wander Over Yonder#Wander#Commander Peepers#Sylvia#Dynamics ✨#Technically I have more to this idea but it ended up a bit meandering so y'know how it is lol#One of these days I'll learn how to draw the actual main characters but it's not today lol#That said I am very pleased with how Sylvia turned out in the first panel lol her Snoopy poses always get me bad <3#She may not Like the cutes but she Is the cutes so there ♪#This is basically just a character swap The Little Guy but also that episode already happened? Idk I'll figure it out as I go lol#The important parts to me were Peepers in a position with no authority and already-established dynamics with these two#Westley growing to trust them is fun and all but Peepers already knows them interpersonally - from fairly early on! The Prisoner et al#He's not in danger - at least with Wander there lol he turns his back and Sylvia rears back and he turns again and Peepers is cowering#Poor lad haha ♪ They'll go off to fight by themselves at some point#Both of them having a proper sparring partner they're not afraid to hurt tho?? This is why their dynamic works honestly lol#But just the thought of him being equal parts defensive and trying to use them for safe haven until Hater comes back to get him lol#Unlike Westley they really can't function without him so they'd make a return trip once they noticed but how long would that take ♪#So until then he has to get cozy! (Impossible)#But really the thought of no Hater acting as his alarm clock no force to manage no paperwork no schedule - I think it would stress him out#He's a creature of habit! He's lost without his familiar-and-knowns! Waking up to birdsong and bright sunshine is alien and wrong!#Hell even sleeping to crickets and the soft and warm breathing of other bodies - it's all strange and uncomfortable ♫#Probably gets up in the middle of the night - carefully - to lay a trap that Chekov Gun-style foils him or Hater by the end lol#Anything to settle him! It would take way longer than the Skullship returning to sway his deep-rooted habits hehe
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this time last year i was probably sitting in the kitchen while my dad started making an early dinner of chicken bolognese trying not to get too nervous about the concert i'd be going to in a few hours
#the nyc concert was last year. LAST YEAR .#thats so insane like yeah that feels like a year ago but good god the insane amount of stuff that has happened since#but god i remember that day so well#it was cloudy and a little rainy in the morning which made me ough thinking it was a bad omen and wouldnt be as fun#and i remember going to library and printing out my silly letters (i should have just. not done that lol)#and on the DAY OF on the way back home from the library#i even bought a cropped black blazer specifically for my concert outfit. havent worn it since lmao#and my dad and i even watched a movie at lunch#a short movie but a movie nonetheless. lol and even then i was like oghh my gosh excitement and nervousness#and then the car service getting there i felt so fancy and as the drive started the clouds were magically dissipating#so that it was a nice clear evening when i got to the theatre#and then all the insanity of the show. god i cant believe it still after all this time. wowie#going to listen to a playlist of the show setlist im gonna get emotional now. guys........#one of my fave memories is how everyone started standing up as they went into so may we start so i was like ok are we all doing this#and stood up too and then stood for the entire rest of the concert. i think the first 3-5 rows were like that for the whole show#surreal and insane i was front row. those guys were REAL and CLOSE#i was also very excited to notice russells new shoes :) when i wasnt like awooga (how i was 99% of the time)#there was one so may we start jump that was well. yeah. front row baby#i think after latte i was like ok i cant film i gotta just vibe#religious experience doing the 'ah ah ah's during that. really interesting#ok im not gonna go through the whole show again but wowie one of my most insane nights. second only to hollywood bowl#wow what a fun year it was. just so many incredible moments#ok yay 💖 happy one year to all that. love those guys so much#spars#ok not actually done beaver o lindy was INSANE LIVE!!! AS WAS EVERYTHING ELSE. so fun ok now done for real
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Where is this angry-at-everything-all-the-time-Jason. Between him and Bruce he’s the only one being reasonable.
#kelseethe#I doubt this person even understood what Jason gets angry about and why#but I’ll say this much#the problem with Jason isn’t that he’s enraged about the injustices that nobody has the balls to take care of.#that is exactly who he was at his core. since his robin days. that’s what he should slowly go back to#For how often the ‘did he push Garzonas??’ question circulates in this fandom people can’t seem to grasp the point of those events at all#the problem Jason had for a while now is that writers constantly have him forgive and try to reason with a man (his father)#who thinks his own flawed vision/beliefs are law.#he became someone who tries his best not to ‘disobey’ these baseless laws#and instead operates in accordance with them. he technically still is. he is nowhere near the Jason from post crisis#who can and will mentally spar with Bruce regarding all his hypocrisies and win#anybody who says Jason shouldn’t be angry just. doesn’t. GET it.#arrrrgh#I’m making like. The same rant post worded slightly differently 3 times a week#The Jason tag is the true irredeemable villain that should die#This will probably be my last I’m actually tired of talking about this
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i'm churning this shit out like butter. eat up
#violent sun#icarus prime#you know the juices are flowing when a chapter releases the day after another one#i had a good chunk of this one written out already anyway as leftovers cut from chapter 2#because i like keeping my chapters at approximately the same length (which is about 4k words in this case)#gay little sparring session <3 they pin each other down it's very cool#but this aint even the extent of it. the next chapter is going to be insane. i have Plans. look forward to it. :]
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HashiMada Week 2023, Drabble, Day 6 - Flowers & Sparring
“…Hashirama,” Madara said, “I’m going to kill you.”
The other man laughed. “Oh, are you?”
Madara gestured at his hair, face burning. “Every time we spar—my hair ends up with… with flowers! You can’t tell me that’s not on purpose!”
Hashirama grinned. He leaned close to pick some bright scarlet petals out of Madara’s hair, studying them with interest. “You know my Mokuton reacts to my mood!” he proclaimed. “So really, it’s your own fault—ow!!”
“So if your hair mysteriously ends up on fire,” Madara said slowly, smugly, hand still raised from swatting the other man, “it’s your own fault?”
@hashimada-week
#hashimadaweek2023#uchiha madara#senju hashirama#hashimada#day 6#flowers#sparring#my writing#raptor writes#naruto founders#this is silly but they can be silly sometimes <3
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yoooooo do you know what happened to callm3senpaii ?!?!?!???? i was a huge fan of their banger works and when i try to find them now their account is deactivated I am devastated 😭
chiiileee 😭 long story short they got mad they traded away gojo on mudae, blocked everyone and deleted their blog.
i wish i was lyin'.
#ೃ༝💌⁀➷ 𝓀𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓉мαιℓ#ೃ💌⁀➷𝓀𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓉αησηѕ#lmfao usually i wouldnt spill tea on the TL like this but its been like 9 months and idgaf any more im tired of being fake about it#im not sparring you hoes when y'all spaz over dumb shit jhfskdhfkdsjf#i literally spoke to this girl for 3 days on discord telling her she didnt have to do it and it was just a game and no one cared that hard#she acted weird for a week being passive aggressive and the next thing u know we blocked and her blog deleted without a word#and apparently we (black) microagressed her (white) when we never said anything bad about her ever#like that was my bestie on this app for MONTHS and we spoke every damn day she was the person i was closest to on the server even!?#we made the server together?! and invited ppl#see this is also why i hated gojo for so long and didnt write him until this summer#cause some of y'all hoes aint right in the head over this man and i was traumatized im ngl#like i didnt even have toji atp and didn't act like this and y'all know thats my nigga daddy who i would spill blood for 😭😭😭#mudae shows u who ppl really are istg jhdfkjshfjksd#the most ironic thing is i DM'd her on the side saying i had a fun game but was nervous to add it cause i didnt want ppl to fight#and she said “omg its just pixels who would do that?” HOE U APPARENTLY!!!! KFHSDLKFJHDKJ#someone say im lyin cause i have receipts kfjhdkjfhdkhjs#mudae war stories jkdhajhda#tw discourse
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' Hurt ' ~Tangle to Knuckles
✧ send me ‘ HURT ‘ and my muse will tell yours about one of the worst injuries they’ve ever sustained, and how it happened… ✧
"Mhm? T'is ol' t'ing...?"
It didn't escape his notice during their little training session that Tangle's eyes had kept darting to shoulder. Clear in the way she stared at the scar that ran across shoulder and most his chest as well as down his arm that she had wanted to ask about it. He had it for so long, he forgot at times it was there — not less it began to ache, than he would just grab his shoulder brace to ease it.
Giving it a roll as the lemur finally asked him, her curiosity clearly wanting to know how he had gotten such a injury. Not that scars weren't common place for the guardian, he had plenty decorating him. Some were just more noticeable than others, especially his more prominent ones.
"Ah, got it ah long time ago...'bout w'en I was maybe six 'r seven-ish? I can't remembah exactly —"
Truth be, it had been...a long time since he had thought of it. Even if it was one of his more prominent scars.
" — but was explorin' some o' t'caves 'round Angel Island durin' ah rainy day, guess somethin' must've happened t'at cause ah cave in 'n just sort o' caught some jagged boulders before t'ey 'ad ah chance t'hurt some o' t'Chao t'at were wit' me. End up catchin' 'em weird 'r somethin' 'n messed up m'shoulder pretty good for ah couple weeks. Nothin' too serious t'ough 'n it's all 'ealed now."
#IC {Knuckles}#cxffeeshxp#cxffeeshxp | {Tangle}#ask#answered#Scar Stories Ask Meme#Friendly Reminder; Knuckles has quite a lot of scars ;3#But yes; love talking about his various scars and such that he has UwU#Hope you like~#Also sparring/training buddies; help Tangle get stronger ;3#I mean; he is a good one to do that with...Amy is another...spar days with them are fun~
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Also I'm really into Venom now. Good night!
#if i manage to sleep instead of reading venom fanfic for three hours lile it did two days ago#i have WORK tomorrow (afternoon and it's easy)#god i've been accumulating fandoms haven't i#.... i need to add bond q eddie and venom to the little room in my head where all the blorbos live#it's a long story but y'know the bedtime daydream to fall asleep to?#sometimes mine include this really specific scenario#where i provide a big room and lots of food#and put all my little guys (gender neutral) in there like it's a party#and i materialise everything they need (like ingredients to make potions or sparring mats)#it's fun because it's crack and low stakes and also i put my two main ocs in there#i should probably also add vtm meredith she would love to talk to canon herself#anyway yeah the room is CROWDED but it's fine i can make it bigger if i want <3#they all have a room to sleepover after the little party btw. if you even care.#my favourite interaction is imagining all these fucked up people most of them good at fighting showing each other how they fight#like. tell me hornet would not fuck shit up with ahsoka's lightsabers. the different rules based on the different universes#and the normal ones watching from the sidelines worried about their safety#god i fucking love that daydream#it's an upgrade from when i was a kid and i imagined all the characters i liked sleeping in hammocks in my room#and one of the warrior cats cats would come in and plop down next to their buddies#and we would all go to sleep and all would be well#also i like putting meredith (& to a certain extent cécilia) in that room as a sort of social lubricant#like meredith is very social and by god she will make this weirdass party a good one. yes even for the guy brooding in the corner#meredith making some people realise that being aspec is a thing. meredith comparing potions with severus.#meredith pairing people up like 'oh yeah he's also a world class hacker. yeah the guy with literal red hair'#'oh there are other chosen ones in the corner. the two blondes yeah'#also. even more self indulgent than the rest but. bbc sherlock tries to deduce something and then some magical impossible bullshit#he could not have known about magic. his deduction sucked. he would be sooo mad#who would it be funnier for to piss him off about it?#ANYWAY. off to go daydream about it now. bye bye good night#wow i have a ramble tag now
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