#guys i think apollo's in the closet

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Athena: Who else was hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Aphrodite and Ares's convo? Hermes: Me. I was in the laundry basket. Artemis: I was in the washing machine. Apollo: I was in the closet. Hermes: Hey congrats for coming out man! <3 Apollo: No I was literally in the closet. Hermes: Love is love. <3

[jamespotterismydaddy]

Seven Minutes

luke castellan x reader

A/N: i was so excited to write this request as soon as i saw it so i hope you enjoy!

TW: smut, luke being a cocky little shit

word count: 1,172 words

Playing seven minutes in heaven is not an appealing idea to you. You don’t like the idea of being trapped in a closet with a guy who isn’t of your choosing and it isn’t some stupid kissing game that’s over in a second, but there is sadly no saying no to Silena Beauregard. Your friend is literally the embodiment of an Aphrodite child with her ability to persuade. For gods’ sake she actually has the word ‘beautiful’ in her name and everyone knows that someone with such a likeness to the love goddess isn’t someone that can be refused.

“There’s going to be lots of good looking people there I promise… Charlie, Clarisse… Luke.” Silena murmurs the last name.

“What?” You’re clearly pissed. She can hear it in your tone.

“What do you mean ‘what’?” She asks innocently.

“What was the last name you just said?”

“Oh, nothing. I was just listing people at camp who are objectively attractive.”

“Just objectively attractive or objectively attractive and playing seven minutes in heaven tonight?” You ask, giving her a pointed look.

“The second one.” She replies quietly.

“I’m not going if Luke is going to be there.” You tell her petulantly, stopping in your tracks like you’re going to turn around and head back to your cabin.

“So you did hear me.”

“I’m not going.” You start to walk back but she grabs your wrist.

“Yes you are!”

“I’m not. I hate him. I want him dead. I pray for his downfall on every quest he goes on.”

“All I can hear is that you spend a lot of time thinking about him.”

“Silena!”

“I’m sorry but if you think about it, all this hatred could just be pent up sexual frustration.”

“It’s not.”

“It could be!” She realizes that she isn’t anywhere close to getting through to you so she holds both your hands in hers. “Please just come. The bottle most likely won’t even land on him anyway. Just think about it as a fun night.”

“Fun night my ass.” You grumble but turn around and begin to walk back to the Aphrodite cabin. Silena giggles excitedly.

When you walk in, almost everyone of the older campers in Silena’s friend group are already there. Your eyes fall on Luke first and he gives you an annoying little smirk.

“Okay, now that everyone important is here…” Silena smiles before sitting down. Clarisse hands her an empty beer bottle. “I’ll go first.” She spins the bottle and grins when it lands on Charles. If your eyes aren’t deceiving you, you could swear Clarisse’s face drops for a millisecond.

The person next to Charles goes next, and then Clarisse goes and now, it’s your turn. You’re not really sure how it’s your turn already, but you aren’t about to argue with Silena over the spinning order. You look at Luke before you spin and he gives you another cocky smirk. You try to ignore him and spin the bottle, doing it perhaps a touch too hard because it goes in circles forever. When the bottle slows, it is clearly about to stop on some Apollo kid before it shifts a little more and lands on Luke.

What the fuck?

He looks away from a son of Boreas to you. “Up you get then, princess.” He stands.

You look at Silena with ‘help me’ eyes but she shrugs with a guilty grin. So now you’re walking over to Luke. He holds out a hand so he can lead you to the closet but you slap it away as you pass him. He turns on a dim light as you enter and shuts the door behind him.

“Look at my luck.” He says in a suave tone, holding his hands out like it was the gods’ bidding.

“Did you really bribe a wind god kid so that the bottle would land on you?”

“Perceptive.” He comments. “I was just lucky that I happened to be sitting North of you. So maybe it is the gods’ will.”

“You think it’s the gods will that we fuck in this closet?” You scoff.

“You said it, baby not me.” His right hand falls to your waist, gripping at your love handles. “But sadly, we don’t have enough time for me to fuck you properly.”

“Get your hands off me.” Your gaze is filled with a lot of passion. Whether that passion is lust or hate, he isn’t sure.

“Make me.”

When you don’t make him take his hands off you (which you most could) he takes that as a sign that you want him just as much as he wants you, so he pulls you in for a rough kiss. You hate how you kiss him back, whimpering into his mouth when you feel his hand slip up your thigh to rub you through your jeans. He slips his tongue into your mouth as he begins to make quick work of your zipper. Luke tugs your jeans down and chuckles at the sight of your lacy panties.

“Were you planning on getting screwed tonight or is this just coincidence?” 

“Shut up.” You murmur before forcing your mouth back against his.

He rubs you through your panties for a second but you both know you’re short on time so he slips them to the side, sliding his fingers through your arousal. 

“Gods, you’re so wet.” He whispers into your mouth before plunging two fingers inside of you, curling them in just the right spot. You whine softly, pissed at how good he is at touching you. He leans his head down and begins to kiss your neck. He suckles on the same spot for about a minute so he leaves a deep red mark. “Oops, left a little colour.”

“Luke!” You scold quietly and he begins to rub your clit with his thumb so you can’t think straight enough to say anything else.

“Just have to let people know who’s girl you are, princess.” He starts rubbing your clit a little harder. “Who’s girl are you?”

You’re feeling so good and you’re so close to your peak that you moan out, “Your girl.”

“That’s right. Cum on my fingers, baby.” He demands and you do right away, squeezing around his fingers as you get your release. “You better get dressed.” He says as he checks his watch. “You’ve got about 12 seconds before they open that door.”

He’s clearly amused as you struggle to get your pants back on in time but that doesn’t mean you don’t notice as he licks your cum off his fingers, moaning just a little bit.

“Times up, lovebirds.” One of the other Aphrodite girls says as she swings open the door.

You walk out as soon as she does and you don’t make eye contact with anyone as you storm out of the cabin.  

“We’re done with the game for today.” Luke says cockily as he quickly grabs both your jackets and chases you out the door for round two.

Silena grins. “I knew it.”

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[perrigoaway]

Part 2 to a comic I made a little over a month ago! I was going to make it for white day, but I was a bit late TT see the first part here

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more thoughts beneath the cut, as always!

Hi! so as I said before, im a little late for when I wanted to post this. I realized it was white day a few days ago and thought it would be fun to make a little comic with Apollo's attempt at revenge! I started it ON white day, then I realized there was NO way I was getting it out then whoops! Here it is now >:)

I worked on this and it was actually driving me nuts, I continuously thought "does this comic even make sense at this point?" hopefully it does TT

I do want to say though, I went into this thinking that no matter how I made things, I wanted it to MOSTLY backfire on Apollo TT SORRY APOLLO LOVE YOU TT I just think he would have really odd ideas on how to get back at someone. Like what kind of person steals the shirts out of your closet for revenge? Him, I guess. Or me since I was the one who thought up the idea LMAO. ALSO I think that Klapollo as a ship in general is interesting because, no matter how someone writes them, inherently, they're BOTH just losers. Yet, they both want to be the coolest person ever and sometimes (most of the time) it doesn't work out how they want, especially with Apollo. He wants to be cool so bad but says stuff like "um, hiya..!" He's my favorite little guy, just like me fr

AND shout out to my sisters for helping me to block this out TT my younger sister practically did ALL the work for the second panel, she even drew it out for me initially, so thanks gug <3 @abandonedart

I'm only a little sorry for yapping this time >:)

[bloodwrittenletters]

LOVE, LOVE, LOVE!

pairing . . . jason grace x fem!reader

the cassette playing . . . so american! olivia rodrigo

the letter reads . . . some headcanons about you and your cute boyfriend: jason grace!

warnings . . . none!

a/n . . . i literally can't write anything to save my life these few days, so jason grace headcanons! this beautiful blonde boy deserves more love.

✴ he's the type of guy who would ask "can i be your boyfriend?"

✴ even before you started dating, he would go OUT OF HIS WAY (and everyone else's) to give you what you wanted.

✴ learns an specific type of hair routine to help you.

⤷ would ask piper, hazel, or annabeth for hair care products or how to take care of your hair type.

✴ the moment you guys start dating, all of his closet is yours.

⤷ you eventually start to feel bad and tell him he can also wear your clothes if he wants, a week later you find him wearing your pink top.

⤷ "i got stuck, but i look way too hot in this... can you help me take this off?"

✴ everything he makes in arts and crafts, he shows it to you.

⤷ half of the time, it's jewelry for you. the other half is for percy and leo.

✴ if you ever get in a discussion with one of his bros, he looks like a sad puppy for having to pick a side. but he always picks yours.

✴ whenever he goes to new rome alone, he comes back with millions of gift for you.

⤷ that either made him think of you, or thought it would be something you like.

✴ has shared a playlist with you.

⤷ before he asked you out, he made three playlists. "songs that would be ours if we were dating. / songs that remind me of her. / songs about one-sided pinning."

✴ he was surprised when he found out you also had a crush on him.

✴ supports everything you do. (sports, hobbies, etc etc)

✴ this man will 100% have a shoe box of things you gifted him, going from a chocolate wrap to comfort him when he first came to chb to glasses with little lighting bolts.

✴ if someone hits on him / ask him out (didn't know / didn't care he has a girlfriend) jason has two options:

⤷ "no, thanks. although my girlfriend would love to be your friend, have you met her yet?"

⤷ "no. i'm deeply in love with my girlfriend, have you seen how pretty she is? i bought her this bookmark yesterday."

✴ never really liked valentines day or any other holiday since it wasn't celebrated in camp jupiter, but goes all out with you in each one.

⤷ dress up with you for halloween if it's something you want to do, fills every room with hearts and flowers and takes you out in special dates for valentines day, plans your chritsmas gifts months ahead.

✴ if you have herritage ( or are ) from a different culture, he would learn everything and more.

⤷ makes sure that he respects it and honors it. learning your home language, learning your favorite foods, learning your history etc etc.

✴ he burns an extra piece of food for your godly parent.

✴ helps you with homework / does it with you.

✴ loves doing double dating.

⤷ your favorite one has been hazel and frank. his favorite one has been percy and annabeth.

⤷ if the second one happens, you and annie feel like the third wheel of their bromance.

✴ he doesn't have a good relationship with his dad, and... his mom is dead, so he introduces you to thalia, apollo, and maybe hera. also with all of your other friends.

⤷ "guys, this is yn."

⤷ "are you forgetting that i've known half of them longer than you have? did your amnesia came back?

⤷ "the voices in your head are getting louder, my love."

✴ that man LOVES pet names. specifically the original ones he comes up with for you.

✴ he loves to gossip with you.

✴ he is SO FUNNY. we have to stop pretending he's not.

✴ for your anniversary he would probably make you a memory book of your whole relationship.

✴ "i love you, good night, dear."

⤷ "are you staying with me? isn't that against the rules?"

⤷ "screw the rules. good night, my love."

✴ you're one of the few ones allowed to use his sword.

✴ loves matching outfits with you.

✴ he said, 'i love you' first. it was an accident when the two of you were in the middle of fighting monsters, and it just slipped.

✴ has your initials in a chain around his neck.

[intergalactic-garbage]

octavian wet cat headcanons

@odysseus-crewmate-number38 and i have decided that there has been enough of rick's writing which transparently only made octavian an object onto which to project hate, rather than a character. because i am the sexiest and smartest person on the planet, i understand octavian better than rr, and know that what he is actually meant to be is a traditionally queer-coded, camp, homosexual villain, who enjoys being a villain immensely. the following are a compilation of ody and mine's absolutely true and fully verified octavian facts (he told me):

his little augur rituals are like drag performances

in which i don't means he dresses up in drag but rather that he's exaggerated and dramatic

he does the thing where he rubs his grubby little hands together

he's the type to say "well well well look what the cat dragged in"

light in the office opens dramatically as octavians spinny chair turns to the door

’i’ve been expecting you’

he’s done this 12 times already

he says the same name of. the person who hes been expecting. he eventually is right

WHY does octavian's wiki page say his ancestors are VENUS, JUPITER (also apollo obviously) and. a bunch of mortal guys like hercules? what the fuck. guy must be so inbred

his ancestory is just the olympus family tree

but i mean he's a legacy of venus so that explains everything. he's just suffering from a terminal amount of prettyboy syndrome

octavian would wear so much gold. 90 pounds soaking wet 138 pounds with all his robes and jewelery on

he'd get things covered in gold leaf just because he can

his closet takes up the space of like three entire barracks of the cohort

‘where did the funding for the new buildings in camp jupiter go’ . new suspiciously closet shaped building implemented:

BRO COMMITS EMBEZZLEMENT JUST SO HE CAN BUY NEW OUTFIT

not that he doesn't already have enough money. he just likes doing it like this

nobody else is allowed to touch his clothing though. high treason actually

one of his henchmen (bryce) can bc he knows exactly how to handle it and which setting on the washing machine to use with which detergent

oh he’d watch the devil wears prada and base his personality on the boss from that movie

his room has a shrine dedicated to meryl streep actually .reyna accidentally walks in on him once and sees him praying to her. they never talk about it

octavian could deify miranda if he tries hard enough

oh my goddd. do you think his biggest internal conflict during hoo would be "can a girl like me really have more than ONE evil henchman?"

how is he going to strut down the halls in an iconic triad formation if he only has ONE henchman . he has to follow in his ancestors footsteps (heather chandler, chanel oberlein, regian george-)

his henchman no1 is michael kahale, son of venus, who's canonically fit as fuck and pretty close to octavian, headcanonically a gayboy who rolls his eyes and sips his starbucks drink waaaay too loudly when people he doesn't like are talking (he does this in the senate meetings)

his henchman no2 is bryce lawrence, legacy of orcus, god of punishment, who was canonically banished from camp jupiter bc he killed someone, but in boo, octavian takes him back. he's supposed to be really big and burly, with some "traditionally unattractive" traits (which i've decided to allow, as long as michael and octavian call them pretty in a totally infatuated way)

edit: someone said that since he doesn't have a last name, it should be octavian gallo (since it means rooster), and i'm making that canon now

[sunflowers-and-scales]

bestie bestie i gotchu,, ignore those asks bb let's yap >:3

i wanna know 7, 8, 15!!, and 20

and lol for kotlc (even though i know nothing abt it) 11 and 16 :3

HAH okay okay

for the first couple i’m yapping about ace attorney specifically bc um i want to

7: my favorite AA tropes….aughhhh…i love me some extremely random side character focused stuff though i don’t make it myself a lot?? i love imagining no DL-6 au stuff though that’s not really a Trope (though. i could yap about it. my notes app is ready). i also love to see feenie as just a pathetic little well-intentioned man. in his ron delite era.

8: AUGH. i’m on the website where people already appreciate it but lanamia… adrian andrews… the ace attorney women are doing so much. also silly random side characters. i am preaching to the choir here but uendo

15: AHHH. choice is hard but i love apollo. he is the narratives special little guy and also somehow the opposite of that and i love him for it. they tossed jsut a normal guy with normal hair into this pit of weirdos and said here, be one of them.

20: percy jackson…lmao 😭 before i really knew what a fandom or ocs were i was making PJO self insert ocs

for kotlc!! i actually have not finished the series so forgive me if im less long winded here

11: i like how my little pride post turned out!! not gonna link it here bc im lazy lol 😭 and also i generally like drawing fintan, i think i can draw him well

16: funny thing about this is i think canon is kind of mid… but i do think bianas desire to makeover fitz (her brother) should be expanded. mostly i just want fitz to come out of the closet 🏳️‍⚧️

TGE END!!! ty for providing me an opportunity to yap

[hazyaltcare]

Canon call: Jason Grace spiritual kin/fictive from Heroes Of Olympus, mainly looking for my sister Thalia (book appearances/book canon) but willing to interact with pretty much anyone (provided you're mentally and bodily 18+, we're nearing our 30s so mdni sorry). We were much closer in age with her only being two years older. We both ran away from Beryl and lived in the woods raised by Lupa until a massive fight over her crush on Luke (what can I say, I was jealous of the guy "stealing my big sister's attention away from me" y'know?), and then Camp Jupiter coming to get me. Thalia and I didn’t see each other again until the events of The Lost Hero. Things were mostly canon compliant up until about the end of Blood Of Olympus, where they became canon divergent and the events of Trials Of Apollo and later published books didn't happen. I still [TRIALS OF APOLLO SPOILERS] died [/SPOILERS], but it happened differently and was because of Octavian. My hair was longer in my canon and I was in a polyamorous relationship with Piper and Percy, maybe also with Nico and Leo later on? Annabeth was maybe grey-ace, Reyna was completely aroace and I think Leo was closeted objectum (if he even knew what that identity was at the time, tbfh). I've already found my Percy, but I'm doubles friendly. Send me a message over at @pontifex-maximus if anything sounds familiar. Not too keen on talking to Octavian though, sorry.

Searchee: Jason Grace

Searching for: Thalia Grace and any other canonmates; with the exception of Octavian.

18+ ONLY

MESSAGE @pontifex-maximus TO CONTACT OP.

Best of luck!!

Mod Haze (☀️Sol)

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (30)

*When Dean Highbottom revealed all the Mentors’ infamous list of crimes to everyone at The Academy*

Casca: Thank you, my dear students, for coming to our annual school meeting in Heavensbee Hall. May this year start with good-

Festus: *raises hand* Sir! Dean Highbottom Sir, will there be free food after?!

Casca: Put your hand down, Mr. Creed. And do shut up while I’m spea-

Festus: But I’m hungry~.🥺

Iphigenia: Me too!

Androcles: Can we have pizza? I really want to eat a slice of pizza right now.

Coryo: Is pie even on the menu?

Pup: Does anyone want soup?

Sejanus: I brought bread pudding.

Felix: Can we have takeouts?

Casca: Wait a damn minute! Creed, why are you and your classmates here?! Didn’t I personally banned your class from attending forever?!

Coryo: *stands up* But sir, this is The Academy’s annual meeting. Our class must be allowed to-

Casca: Sit the f*ck down and shut your mouth, Crassus Snow!😡🔪

Coryo: But-

Casca: Not another word, Xanthos!

Festus: Can we ask why?

Casca: Why?! Do you even remember what your class did last year?!

Felix: Sir, I swear it wasn’t us!

Androcles: I wasn’t even there when that incident blew up!

Casca: Don’t you dare lie to me, boy! You were even one of the masterminds-

Livia: Oh, move on, Highbottom!🙄💅

Coryo: Yeah! The water wasn’t even that deep-

Casca: Your freaking accursed class flooded the entire Heavensbee Hall with glitter!

Hilarius: Well, no one got hurt.

Festus: And everyone enjoyed-

Casca: Do you know how much money The Academy had to pay the freaking Department of Education to fix your mess?! To fix our screen?! To get rid of the hot pink glitter?!

Coryo: The glitter was Livia’s idea-

Casca: I had to take another freaking big ass loan from Mama Cardew!😩

Livia: And because of that, my allowance tripled!🥳

Felix: It wasn’t that bad-

Casca: I should’ve just expelled all of you! Especially you, Creed!!

Festus: But you didn’t!😂

Casca: Do you even know how many crimes I had to cover up for your class?!

Androcles: What crimes are we speaking of? Outside or just inside the school?

Felix: I ain’t no criminal! I’m innocent!

Casca: Just let me grab my list. . . Oh, here it is! *reveals a big ass book instead*

Livia: is that your very own Burn Book?

Casca: Mic check, mic check-

Coryo: Well, Andie, good luck. I just hope they didn’t tell Highbottom about the missing Pitbull Rabbit Incident.

Androcles: You know what, I hope they did.😌

Lysistrata: Impressive, really.

Casca: Let’s start small. The first petty crime your class committed was the stealing and eating of the Dean’s favorite apple pie without remorse.

Coryo: That was one time.

Lysistrata: Twelve times, Coryo.

Casca: Another was when a certain someone deliberately locked me up inside the broom closet. Also, without remorse.

Florus: What? I didn’t want to receive a demerit. And I really needed to steal that bleach from the Dean.

Casca: The third was when a certain rich girl illegally customized and dyed our prestigious school uniform sunshine yellow without my consent.

Juno: Excuse me? Yellow was the color of that season, peasant.💅

Casca: There was also that time when someone stole my Bichon puppy and dyed its fluffy fur lime green.

Io: I swear it was in the name of science.

Casca: *keeps on reading* Stealing and hacking my personal computer to change his or her math and literature grade.

Apollo: To be fair, Andie just helped us do the stealing.

Iphigenia: So who did the hacking?

Diana: Coryo Snow.

Coryo: 50 bucks is 50 bucks.

Sejanus: And you guys didn’t even think to invite me?!

Casca: Quiet! Now where was I-

Clemensia: Page 4, paragraph 5, line 7, Sir.

Casca: Oh, yes. Calling and pestering the National Security, just because his calculator was stolen.

Urban: It was a serious national crisis! We had a calculus test that day!

Androcles: And I needed that calculator more than Urban.

Casca: The smuggling of illegal drugs to school, and passing them off as ✨Miracle Pills✨.

Lysistrata: Last I checked, my parents are certified doctors. But for legal reasons, it wasn’t me, officer.

Casca: Dumpster-diving for scraps before class, and lying to Peacekeepers that it was a legitimate after-school activity.

Festus: Collecting free food coupons inside Highbottom’s dumpster is not a crime!

Casca: Skipping school for the hundredth time to attend an underground fancy-dress rave.

Arachne: What? Domitia and Vipsania were also doing it.

Casca: Emptying the school’s food pantry to feed their Tributes.

Coryo: Oh, c’mon! I wasn’t the only one! The Ring twins and the others were doing it too!

Casca: Stealing the Dean’s morphling bottles and illegally reselling them at the Capitol Black Market.

Androcles: Honestly, I needed the extra cash.

Felix: Why? Your family’s rich.

Androcles: My mama froze my allowance after I stole my uncle’s credit card to buy “prohibited” fireworks for the New Year.

Casca: The Smuggling and trading of banned films and items at school for personal profit.

Dennis: It was a really good and profitable business!

Casca: Vandalizing the school’s Hall of Fame by spray painting their family crest on every corner of the hallway.

Hilarius: And it was worth it.

Casca: Poisoning and almost killing half of the school by bringing their infamous deadly apple pies to our ✨End of The Year Class Party✨.

Palmyra: Well, I just hope that this juvenile criminal was caught and sentenced to prison.😌💅

Casca: Annually scaring the freshmen by dressing up as a bloody serial killer cannibal ghost every October.

Persephone: It was pretty funny though.

Casca: Lying to the School Board Committee that I was a certain someone’s sugar daddy who willingly pays for his sugar baby’s education.

Livia: You weren’t?! I mean, you and Coriolanus Snow were so-

Coryo: What the actual f*ck, Livia!

Sejanus: Coryo’s mine!!😡🔪

Casca: Secretly depleting and embezzling the class fund without their classmates’ consent.

Iphigenia: Oh, that’s so horrible! Who would ever do such a horrid thing?

Everyone:. . .

Iphigenia: But for legal reasons, I hope they’ll be caught soon.

Casca: Hacking the school’s sound system to automatically play ✨Gem of Panem✨ whenever I enter and exit a room.

Diana: It was funny!

Casca: Bringing a whole ass dairy cow to their Class Show & Tell, just to milk it in front of the judges.

Domitia: I was thirsty!😩

Casca: Stealing a Jabberjay from Dr. Gaul’s lab and teaching it to say “Your school sucks! Go home, Losers!” to guest students and professors.

Vipsania: To be fair, my aunt (Professor Sickle) gave me her permission.

Casca: Forging his father’s very important signature in order to skip school and attend an underground rap competition.

Pup: The prize money was really worth it, Sir!

Casca: Smuggling illegal sexy magazines and secretly placing them inside my office.

Gaius: To be fair, it was a dare.

Casca: Using his granduncle’s influential family name and position to delay the Hunger Games for the hundredth time.

Felix: Can’t we just officially postpone it forever? No one really wants to watch it anyway.

Casca: Lying to Capitol News that I was unfairly treating and harassing a certain student for being poor.

Clemensia: I wasn’t lying! You were literally emotionally abusing poor Coryo!😠

Casca: How dare you place yourself between me and my Crassus! You have no right to slander me and my boyfriend like that!

Clemensia: *sighs* I should’ve added “delusional” as well.😞

Casca: Now, where was I? Oh, yes! Stealing my boyfriend (Crassus) and claiming that their so called “Snowjanus” ship is better than #Crasca4Ever!

Sejanus: Becuase it is the superior ship!

Casca: No, it’s not!😡🔪

[2nd2ndalto]

I Got a Bad Case of Loving You

Hey, it's a chiropractor AU! In which everyone is a little inappropriate, tbh.

Written for @writers-choice prompt "kink in neck". I spent some time agonizing over whether I could come up with anything for this prompt and then came up with two things, because I am a giant nerd. Title is from the song Bad Case of Loving You by Robert Palmer.

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“I’m telling you Nico, you’ve got to go see my back guy! He’s dirt cheap.”

Nico makes a face. “I don’t know, Leo. Isn’t it like… healthcare? It seems like ‘dirt cheap’ shouldn’t be a selling point for healthcare.”

“Look.” Leo bounces onto the couch beside his roommate and Nico winces, lifting a hand to his sore neck. “You’ve been in pain for a week. What are your other options?”

“This guy is a chiropractor?” Nico asks reluctantly.

Leo looks unsure. “I mean yeah, basically.”

“Basically?”

“Whatever.” Leo throws up his hands. “He’s never steered me wrong. He fixed me up after I fell off Jason’s balcony.”

Nico looks at him in horror. “You fell two stories. Shouldn’t you have gone to a hospital?”

“This guy is cheaper,” Leo says, as if this is all the explanation that is necessary.

Nico blinks. Leo hasn’t stopped bouncing on the couch and it hurts.

“Okay, fine. I’ll think about it, okay?” Nico gingerly lifts his arm to look at his watch. “Don’t you have to go to class?”

Leo’s expression abruptly turns to one of horror. “Fuck.”

Moments later he’s out the door and Nico walks stiffly to the hall closet, wondering if they own a heating pad. ___

A few days later, still unable to properly lift his arm or turn his head to the left, Nico is ready to admit defeat and ask Leo for Dr. Apollo’s number. Leo seems unreasonably thrilled. “You’ll be thanking me, just wait!” he crows. Nico makes a face, but calls the number anyway.

The place is just down the block from their apartment, so that’s a plus. The appearance of the office, on the other hand, is… not reassuring. The tiny, dimly-lit reception area is cluttered with salt lamps and crystals and various knick-knacks. The front room is deserted when Nico arrives, and he sits down hesitantly on a wicker chair, glancing anxiously towards a beaded curtain separating the waiting area from the rest of the clinic. The room smells like a tarot card reading place Piper once made him go to with her.

Nico half-considers turning and walking right back out the door, but he’s living on the last vestiges of his student loans and he’s tired of not being able to find a comfortable position to sleep in. Besides, Leo’s been to see this dude before, and he’s still standing.

“Mr. di Angelo?” comes a melodious voice from behind the beaded curtain, and Nico jumps.

“I’m Dr. Apollo, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” the man says smoothly, pushing the beads aside and crossing the small waiting room. He holds out his hand and Nico cautiously shakes it. Dr. Apollo is… a bit blinding. His teeth are positively gleaming, his shirt unbuttoned just a little too far to be considered professional. He has a deep, almost bronze tan and bleached blonde hair.

But Nico rises and follows the man into a back room that’s decorated much like the waiting room, candles flickering on every surface, incense smoke curling towards the ceiling.

“What seems to be the problem?”

Nico tells him, but has the distinct impression that Dr. Apollo is only half-listening, waiting for his next chance to speak.

He’s not entirely wrong. Once Nico is situated on the exam table, the - doctor? - Nico honestly isn’t positive - makes a show of turning on soft music and lighting several more candles, all the while speaking in a soothing tone. But whatever tranquil effect might have been achieved is mostly ruined by the way Dr. Apollo spends the entire (blessedly short) appointment dropping names of supposed celebrities he's treated, none of whom Nico’s ever heard of.

Despite his manner, though, and the seemingly unnecessary flourishes of his hands as he works, Dr. Apollo does seem to know what he’s doing, and Nico’s neck feels better almost immediately. So he supposes it’s worth all the weirdness.

“Aha!” Dr. Apollo announces, teeth gleaming, as Nico’s neck makes a muted popping sound. “That’s it, isn’t it?”

“Um, yeah,” Nico agrees, carefully tilting his head. “That does feel a lot better.”

“Every single time! Tell your friends!” Dr. Apollo beams. Then, “William!” he calls in a carrying voice, turning to the side, “I’m ready for you!”

Dr. Apollo leans slightly forward as he’s preparing to stand, taking a deep inhale.

“Mmm. Has anyone ever told you that your hair smells of petrichor? It’s enchanting.”

Nico blinks.

“Dad!” a voice squeaks in horror.

“What? What did I do?”

“Dad you can’t just - excuse us for just a moment, Mr di Angelo,” says the other voice. Positioned as he is, Nico can’t see the other speaker. The door closes softly and Nico can hear a whispered, heated conversation in the hallway. He only catches bits and pieces of it, but he’s pretty sure he hears can’t just go around smelling people’s hair, grossly unethical and completely inappropriate.

A moment later the door opens again. “I’m so, so sorry about him,” says a young man’s voice. “Obviously I need to have another chat with him about his people skills.”

This voice is softer than Dr. Apollo’s, harassed-sounding at the moment, but sunny and gentle, and Nico turns his head to see a boy about his age, freckled with tousled blonde hair, his face flushed red.

“It’s - it’s okay,” Nico reassures him.

“It’s really not,” the boy says, pinching the bridge of his nose and taking a deep breath. “One of these days someone’s going to sue him, or call the cops or -” he shakes his head. “Anyway. I’m supposed to put some heat on your neck before you’re done. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Nico watches the boy as he moves across the small exam room to a stainless steel cabinet, removing a heat pack and wrapping it expertly in a towel. Knowing that he’s related to Dr. Apollo, Nico can see the resemblance. The boy is like a diluted version of his father, but in the best possible way, his manner mild and unobtrusive, his sandy blonde hair curling softly at the back of his neck. When he turns back to Nico, his smile is like warm light on a soft spring evening. Enchanting Nico thinks, then internally scolds himself. Talk about being completely inappropriate.

The boy approaches the table with the heat pack. “If you can just lift your head a bit, I can put this under your neck.”

Nico does, definitely not making a note of how soft the boy’s fingers are when they accidentally brush his cheek, nor how good he smells.

“Again, I’m so sorry about my dad,” the boy says.

“It’s fine,” Nico shrugs. “The price is right.”

“Yeah, I know,” the boy grimaces. “We moved here from Greece when I was a kid. He was a chiropractor over there, but he never got re-certified in the US. Maybe because of his appalling bedside manner,” he finishes in a loud voice directed towards the hallway.

A door slams in the distance. The boy shakes his head. He turns to set a timer.

The heat on Nico’s neck is actually really nice. Especially now that he’s abruptly free of the pain that’s been trailing him around for almost two weeks. Nico finds his eyes drifting closed.

“Um - Mr. di Angelo?” Nico blinks his eyes open. The boy is standing next to the exam table, closer than Nico expected.

“Oh, it’s - it’s Nico.” Nico holds out his hand.

The boy gives him that soft smile again and god, maybe it's because of the comforting heat on his tired neck or the incense in the air, but Nico's stomach does a pleasant little flip.

“Will,” the boy says, shaking Nico’s hand.

“Will… Apollo?”

“Oh. No.” The boy’s face goes a bit pink. “Will Solace.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“You too.”

They gaze at each other for a moment during which Nico is quite sure that Will Solace’s face goes even pinker. Then he abruptly turns his gaze to his feet.

“Um. You’ve got about ten minutes left,” he glances at the timer. “I’m just going to sit over there and… avoid my dad for a few minutes. Please just rest - feel free to ignore me.” And Will turns to sit at the small desk in the corner, reaching for a textbook.

Ignoring this boy is pretty much the last thing on Nico’s mind, though.

“You’re not a chiropractor?” Nico asks after a moment.

The boy turns in his chair, open textbook on his lap. “God, no. I’m pre-med. My dad was short-staffed today and he talked me into helping out.”

“He’s… interesting,” Nico says.

Will snorts. “Yeah, that’s one word for it. I um… I didn’t grow up with him around. We’re not really close… I don’t know. We have kind of a weird relationship.”

Nico nods. “I can relate. My stepmom is okay, but my dad… well. That’s not a ten-minute conversation.”

Will smiles, setting his book on the desk behind him and closing it.

“Are you a student too?”

“Yeah. Forensic pathology.”

Will’s eyes light up, which isn’t the reaction Nico’s accustomed to when he talks about his choice of career.

“That’s so cool!” Will exclaims. “I thought about forensic pathology too. I’m still not sure about my major, to be honest. I bet we’ve taken some of the same classes, though!”

After that, the conversation flows easily, and the ten minutes pass by far too quickly.

“How are you feeling?” Will asks as Nico pushes himself up. He turns his head experimentally.

“Really good, actually. I guess your dad knows his stuff,” Nico says.

“Lucky for him.” Will rolls his eyes.

Nico hops down from the table, and maybe he’d gotten a little too comfortable there, because his vision goes dark for a second as his feet hit the floor, and he stumbles.

“Whoa there,” Will says, grabbing his arm, and when Nico’s vision does clear, it’s to the sight of wide, blue, blue eyes searching his face. It doesn’t particularly help the dizziness.

“Are you okay? You look a little stunned.” Will says, his brow furrowed.

“Yeah, just…” Nico shakes his head. “Um. Orthostatic… um…”

“Hypotension?” Will grins.

“Yeah, that,” Nico breathes. And somehow Will’s hand is still on his arm, and the candlelight is turning his hair the most gorgeous shade of gold, and Nico can’t look away from those blue, blue eyes, and -

The door suddenly swings open and the two jump apart.

“Mr. di Angelo!” Dr. Apollo exclaims. “How’s the neck?”

“Yeah - um. Good,” Nico stammers, attempting to regain the powers of speech.

“Wonderful!”

Will trails behind them as Dr. Apollo leads Nico back to the front desk.

Nico pays for his treatment, stealing another glance at Dr. Apollo’s beautiful assistant out of the corner of his eye. Dr. Apollo gives Nico his receipt and several of his business cards. Then -

“Oh!” the older man exclaims, glancing at Nico’s file. “You live right down the street! My son’s band is playing at the cafe next door tomorrow night!” He grabs Will around the shoulders and pulls him in. “You should come!”

Will looks mortified. “Dad, please don’t. I’m sure Nico has better things to do on a Friday night.”

But Nico’s heart gives a little leap. “No, actually that - that sounds great,” he says, and he’s pretty sure Will looks pleased. He can probably convince Leo to come along so he doesn’t have to sit there feeling completely awkward on his own.

“Wonderful!” Dr. Apollo exclaims. And then he’s immediately distracted by another patient coming in through the door. There’s barely enough room for the four of them in the waiting room, so Nico makes a hasty exit. He’s standing in front of the little shop tucking his receipt into his backpack when the door opens behind him.

“Hey,” Will says shyly. “I um - I just wanted to apologize for my dad again, and - here.” He hands Nico a photocopied green flier. “That’s for the show tomorrow,” he explains. “You totally don’t have to come, but -”

“No,” Nico shakes his head. “I’ll be there.”

Will’s flushes. “Okay. Cool. Then I’ll - I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow,” Nico grins.

And as Nico watches Will retreat back into the shop, he thinks he might just have more than one thing to thank Leo for.

[kaayswrites]

My closet is full of large shirts and pants (or trousers, if you have a British accent like mine), my sweaters could probably fit a 6’2 guy but I am a girl that’s 5’4 (or 165 cm).

Every single time my mom looks at me disapprovingly. “You’re so pretty, you should put makeup on”, “you’re skinny, why don’t you wear a crop top?”, “why don’t you let guys chase after you?”.

Except my face is asymmetrical and I’m not actually skinny and I’m bisexual and probably in love with a girl.

Thank you for complimenting my full lips, I won’t add lipstick to them if you ask me.

I like people who don’t pretend, people who have natural beauty. Because why are you 16 and wearing makeup? You’re already beautiful, I think while looking at my friends.

Remember that girl I’m maybe in love with? She smiles like Apollo kissed her forehead when she was born. Her eyes look like my favourite song.

She tells me “you’re so cute” and “you’re so pretty”. I don’t think concealer and mascara and blush can hide melancholy.

[soap-stains]

Heya! We're playing Apollo Justice, now!

She still doesn't know about how Nick lost his job :')

YOOO I FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO DO THE UNDER THE CUT THING

(Turnabout Trump)

"These days I'm simply Phoenix Wright, Piano Player." "Is there a screenshot button on here?"

"'Grape Juice?' It's a club. Out of all the drinks." "This is where that meme came from? Jeez." "Get something with actual alcohol next time, Phoenix."

"This game's already getting off to a rough start with me."

"Something to note, Justice." "Shut up." "..." "God, finally. Someone listens."

"You fucking Germist twat." "'Germist...?'" "Some... Combination of German and British, I think... Dyslexia is hitting hard with this game."

"[Kristoph's] middle name is Gavin, too?" "...His last name is Gavin. They're brothers." "...i- for some reason I thought Klavier's middle name was Gavin."

Apollo's voice is ,,, really weird. It's not what you imagine when you think of his voice

"Please, come out." "Well, um... I mean, I am a lesbian..." "I was gonna say, 'please, come out... of the closet, if you're comfortable.'"

"It is room where famous gangster 'Badgai' was... :|" "Is that the murderer? Is he hot??"

So I just found out I can hold down the Y button on my DS and say 'Hold it!' And then it'll Press the witness on their statement and I love this

"Objection!" *points like Apollo, almost hitting me in the head*

"What's this weird vibe I'm getting?" "Haha. Vibe check."

Woah the Percieve effect is actually kinda cool? I mean, we're probably gonna end up fed up with the Percieving thing, from what I've heard, but it seems okay right now

@ Kristoph: "Why are you so friendly? It's kinda creeping me out..."

"Heh heh heh..." "I'm going to lose it. He's laughed like that so many god damn times."

"Why can't I have a normal trial?" "'With the Frizz? No way!'" *snarky laughter between the two of us* "'With the Phoenix? No way!'"

YOU CAN PRESS THE BUTTON AND SAY OBJECTION AND IT'LL OBJECT TOO HOLY SHIT-

*apollo slams his hands down* "I'm tired of my parents arguing like this!"

(Turnabout Corner)

Look at the beginning graphic!!

"I told myself even when I hit bottom, I wouldn't come here. . ." "'Hit bottom'? Seriously? No one says that, it's 'hit rock bottom'!" "Really? Some people could say hit bottom. I mean, Apollo hit the bottom that was called Phoenix Wright."

"So I'm kind of his-" *starts laughing* "You're kind of his what? What is that, Trucy?" "I can't- I can't say it-" "You're his what, Trucy?? Oh my God, you need to say it in Edgeworth's voice-"

"Oh my god, [Trucy]'s Maya."

"How is this man still alive? What protection spell is he under??" "How is he walking around?" "How is this man even a l i v e????" "Is this... Just him being lucky? What kind of lucky charm does he have? 'Cause it's not Trucy."

Guy Eldoon's name is fucking noodle backwards

"Your tactics are out...dated... >_>"

"I know he's guilty of something..." *we look at the evidence after getting it wrong one time* "...Panty stealing?" *clicks it* *the music stops, meaning we were right* "OH MY GOD-" "THAT WAS RIGHT?!"

"Apollo, why are you holding my panties in court?" "Shut up, Trucy..."

"There's been a lot of panty snatching in the area... Was that you?" "I like how [Klavier] smiles at that, like he's almost impressed."

Okay, we... Haven't played this game in like three weeks. We forgot where we were for a bit, and have like no clue what's happening

"You're not one of 'the guys'?"

*looking at footprints, and we come across Klavier's, which has a fucking Gavinners 'G' on it* "Holy shit- does he seriously-" "THIS MAN. IS SO STUCK UP. THAT HE HAS CUSTOM SHOES."

"You need to find me a new mommy one of these days, daddy!" "... I can find you a [papa]..."

"Well, I've got my panties back!" "Jesus Christ, drop the panties!" "..." "I- did not mean it like that."

"There was a great 'aura' emanating from Herr Forehead." "It's called GAYYYY."

*Klavier hits the wall* "That was intimidating, but kinda hot."

"He seems oddly happy for someone who just lost..." "*cough* sucks to suck." "He doesn't suck." "..." "..." "Don't say it. Do not say it." "Maybe he does suck-" "Goood damnit."

(Turnabout Serenade)

*pulling up a guide for later, and glancing at it* "Look where we go first." *points at a thing that says 'Klavier's Dressing Room'* "Do we see him naked?" "NO."

"It was nice of Mr. Gavin to send us tickets 20% off!" "Only 20%?" "Depends how much they cost." "Seriously? These are the Gavinners. There's no way tickets are cheap. He has custom shoes. You think he goes cheap on tickets?" "...good point."

Also can someone tell me how to pronounce 'Lamiroir'? I've been saying la-mirror

I feel like Klavier's the kinda guy who walks around with airpods in his ears

"...That's enough." "Oh god, he's so serious. He's probably tired of them talking right in front of him." "Ja, I've had enough of you standing and front of me and talking shit. I'm going to need you both to fuck off."

"Hey! It's Valant." "Do you like him?" "I don't know much about him." "'Who is this guy?'" "Huh, Valant?" "I was speaking as Apollo." "OH."

"I'm not so good with heights..." "Okay, but what is he good at? Every time we do something even slightly risky he's like 'I'm not so good with this...'"

"This was his first time in the country." "Then how did he learn English?!" "Apparently, he learned English on his own." "...oh."

I like the idea that Klavier stumbles on his words every once in a while- not because he's German, just because he's a dumb ass who can't speak right sometimes. This is only a head canon because I can't pronounce Atroquinine right

"What, is he some kind of straight...?- That's... A new one..."

I'd like to point out that we finished Trials & Tribulations on June 11th, started playing AJ a week or two after that, and it's currently September 9th. We haven't played in weeks. H...how... how has this happened... It's taking us more time to play AJ than it took us to play the Trilogy... AND WE STILL HAVE TWO MORE GAMES AFTER THIS

it's now september 16th

We just spent way too long being confused on what to do, and I finally looked up a walkthrough. It had "show Lamiroir the video tape" and we went "???we don't have a video tape???" So we had to look up ANOTHER walkthrough and found nothing so I finally found another but i got confused because it was in English but had their Japanese names but then I saw something I didn't recognize at all(Valant's Japanese name) so I went "we were supposed to see Valant?" And then realized we were supposed to have talked to him at WAA and he gives us the tape

"Uncle Valant's one of Daddy's best friends!" "Phoenix has friends?" "No." "Imagine if it were Larry in disguise. Do we see Larry in this game?" "No." "Aww..."

Hey howdy it's. *checks date* October 5th. We played a little a couple days ago, but eh. Also I realized that October 7th is the day Metis Cykes dies so it would've been so cool if we'd gotten to Dual Destinies by now but NOPE. WE'RE LAZY.

hey guess what it's dec. 2 i hate my life.

"[Apollo] looks like Spongebob when he does [the shocked sprite]."

It is a fuxking miracle that I still remember voices or what the hell is happening in this case

*checking out Lamiroir with Percieve* "She has nice lips tho."

"Clearly, [Machi] did it!" "Fuck you." "BITCH!"

"The name is 'Justice,' kid. Better learn it if you ever want to get some." "WOAH." "Uhhhhhhhh-" "We're ignoring that, move on--"

"Oh my god, Trucy, you're so loud."

"So we are to believe there is a nugget of truth in Lamiroir's testimony?" "Yep! Though 'nugget' is...not a word I would use."

Line: "Do I have to repeat myself?" What she said: "Do you have to repeat- my- wait. WAIT." "HAHA- Do you... Want me to...?" "SHUT UP."

"'It's over! Press the switch! Now!'" "'Switch'?" *snort* "...Dude-" "HEY. I wasn't laughing at the statement, I was laughing at Apollo."

"-or do you want me to shout it across the court-" "PFFT-" "-fOR YOU,"

"Wait. I do not know what this-- I do know what this switch is!!" "Ah yes, switch I do know what does!!"

"I can smell blood..." "Well, it's not me." "It's not me, either." *goes back to reading* "I am-" *checking my nose* "I'm not bleeding..." "...Thanks for clearing that up, I'm not bleeding."

@ Klavier: "I know you're hot, but that doesn't give you permission to speak."

"[Klavier]'s a mad baby."

*right after I read something to do with Tubbo and his characters* "What are you going to do, Tub-...." "No. No. We're done. That's it." "I'M SORRY-" "NO, no apologizing! We're done!" *she says some stuff I can't remember and we get back to it* "...and I'm not Tubbo!"

"But I'm a lawyer! I'm not supposed to be nice!" *snort* "Are you sure he's not Tubbo?" "Well- well-"

The fact that these fuckers can get away with withholding information in a murder trial because "magician's secrets" is ridiculous

I'm already so fucking tired of watching this video jfc

"Ah, [....] of the crime of the scene- what?" "What?? What???"

"Just give [Trucy] a blanket, tuck her into bed." "It- It's 1:55pm [in game]-" "Exactly, past her bedtime. How old is she? 12?" "She's 16." "No she's not, she is not 16." *pulls up character thing* "Okay, well, 15, I was one year off." "Yeah but that one year makes a huge difference."

[messes up her words as judge] "Are you okay over there?" "No, my wife and my kids left me." "Ah okay well we don't have the time to unpack that right now, we're in a trial, maybe later-"

(Turnabout Succession)

I think! I forgot to separate the cases! Woops!

"Oh, sorry, bitch." "I'M SORRY?" "I MEANT BRO-"

"So, this beautiful, blue-haired girl, Vera-" "Okay, Apollo. Geez." "Imagining Trucy going 'Geez, I thought you were gay'-" "I never said I wasn't-" "-Apollo's like 'Where did you get that idea? I mean I am, but where did you get that idea?'" "We had very different ideas for this."

"She killed her dad." "Huh? Vera?" "No, [Ema]." "I'm,, pretty sure her parents died in a car accident." "Yeah, because of her."

"Wouldn't he have tasted the poison?" "Well it depends on the type of poison-" "I was saying that in character." "... Well it depends on the type of poison." "YEEEAH!"

"I sound like a man who's been smoking for five years. Like Pheonix's father." "What??" "Have we met his father?" "N. No we don't know anything about his family." "Oh. Well that's stupid."

"Ooh, maybe it was lead poison!" "I think the same poison to kill him was used in a different case, but I don't remember what..." "Maybe it's the same poison used to kill- what's that one guy's name- Diego? wait no that's racist-" "Are you talking about Godot??" "Yes! That's his name!" "But his real name is Diego Armando, you were right-" "OH, I thought I was making a racist assumption- because latino, and the name Diego-"

"How does that explain the atroquinine(pronounced ah-truq-ih-nine) on the rim of the coffee mug?!" "Ah-truck-ih-nine?? You mean atroquinine???" "Atroquinine, shUT UP!" "Wow Klavier, so angry you lost your accent. Was it fake this whole time?" "NO- NEIN, SHUT UP!"

hey guess what it's september 5th 2021! We've taken a yEAR TO PLAY THIS GAME

"You make a good story." "You make a good... nothing. You make a good nothing! You don't even make a good cake!" "...What?"

"What's 'hard?'" "PFF-" "I- that's not funny, it's not funny-" "What do you mean, that's hilarious! 'What's hard?' [Klavier]?"

NOT THE WAY WE BOTH YELLED IN EXCITEMENT WHEN GUMSHOE CAME BACK

"WhaaaaaAAAAAAT?" "Your voice went awfully high for an old man, sir!" "SHUT THE FUCK UP."

"Objection... Objection! That's... Circumstantial? I don't know, I didn't go to law school."

"But it can fire real bullets!" It can't." "It can!" "It can't." "It can!" "No, it can't! Just let me WIN!"

"Intriguing point, well made!" "I hope you die." "Me too, but here we are!"

"He doesn't realize just how big his little hole- Nope. I'm done, I'm leaving."

"Can I throw him out of a window in a non-sexual way?" "What? How is that sexual?" "I don't know, just forget I said that."

"This is the IV's true color! Looks like pee." "I see! I see you pee'!" "Your Honor, spell ICUP!"

"I lost my girl, my wallet..." "That sucks man. I lost my attorney's badge, can you help me find it?" "Yes sir!" "Where is it, on the ground?" "I was about to say something so inappropriate, oh my god."

"Headcanon that Phoenix thinks that babies come from the daddy's tummy."

"You don't have any talents?" "I can play the piano quite well!" "What, like Piano Man-?" "I can play the flute quite well!" "Did you say you can play the fruit?"

"A boy should always have a trick or two in his back pocket!" "Like sucking cock! I'll grab your papa to demonstrate-" "NO-"

"I conceived [Trucy] myself."

"Glory's spotlight-" "Glory hole. I'm sorry, I... The worst part is that's all instinct."

"Y'know, it's very hard to portray a gay man as a gay woman. Because you want to be like "woman pretty!" but that's out of character. It's like be gay, or be gay, just choose one!"

"-I hear." "I appear?" "I hear." "Appear, that's what Trucy wishes her mother and father would do-"

Hi! It is currently May of 2024, four years since we played Ace Attorney for the first time, and a solid like. Two years since we played Apollo Justice last lmao. Today we bought the quote unquote Apollo Justice Trilogy, so we're gonna start the game over on the Switch. So this is the end of this! See you in a few weeks or a few years! We'll finish this one day !

[coldalbion]

"You know I'm a superstitious guy..."

COLUMBO: "You know I suddenly feel very much more optimistic about this whole thing. It's not based on anything, no facts, but... You know, I'm a superstitious guy. You know, I believe in signs. I believe in palmistry and astrology and all that. You don't - I know that."

KENNICUTT, A WIDOWER: "Oh most definitely not!"

COLUMBO: "Let me see your hand...[proceeds to read KENNICUTT's palm accurately per palmistry] That's a very good omen! [to BRIMMER, A PRIVATE DETECTIVE AND MURDERER] May I?

[READS BRIMMER'S PALM]

Hmmm. Deep line of Apollo. That's the sign of a man devoted to his work...Your Apollo line crosses the Mound of the Moon. You know that's very rare? [BRIMMER SHAKES HIS HEAD] And very impressive. That's the sign of a man who's destined to attain a very particular kind of distinction. That's a very good sign! [TO KENNICUTT] I know you think it's silly - but I'm gonna make a believer outta ya before I'm done! It was very nice meeting you."

[He shakes both their hands, heading towards a door] Oh, Mr Brimmer? Large thumb. Low Mound of Venus. Means ambition! Purposefulness!

[Opens door as if it is the exit, seemingly by mistake]

KENNICUTT: That's a closet Lieutenant!

[COLUMBO APOLOGISES, ASKS QUESTIONS ABOUT GOLF CLUBS, IN CLOSET MURDERED WIFE'S BACKGROUND, ASKS IF EXIT IS THE RIGHT DOOR, LEAVES]

KENNICUTT: Well - what was all that about?

BRIMMER: Well I think police techniques have changed a little over the years!

--COLUMBO, S1, "DEATH LENDS A HAND"

What I love about this is that Columbo has already spotted a bruise on the corpse's cheek. But he doesn't just ask to see their hands. No, he takes the opportunity to give an accurate in-text palm reading, makes them doubt his effectiveness by using a "foolish thing", gets them to think he's stupid by opening the wrong door - or even if that isn't deliberate, leans into it and uses ito reinforce his harmlessness. Even if he has some sort of neurodivergence as some folks headcanon, and this episode adds to that impression, he leans into it.

Textbook Ericksonian (and Odinic) utilisation. He knows Palmistry. He's not bullshitting. He leans into the fact that his superiors are requiring him to work with the murderer. He leans into the confusion (real or feigned) about the doors.

[pleuvoire]

showa rider sexuality headcanons that i have

hongo: did not even consider being into men as an option available to him until his world got turned upside down, radically reshaping his identity and making him reevaluate a lot of stuff (helped along by ichimonji). still sort of adjusting to the fact that he’s living a homosexual lifestyle now but takes it with grace

ichimonji: out and proud since his teens babey. has to kind of mentor hongo about it which is a fun little microreversal of their usual dynamic

kazami: much like the way he looks like a nice put-together young man in the first episode before his family died and he decided to start going wild and crazy, i think he was closeted and kind of repressing his gayness until his family died and he was like fuck it i guess nothing’s stopping me from fucking men all i want now nothing matters anymore and he began his lifestyle as a gay chad

yuki: ok well [steeples fingers] [pushes glasses up nose] i think he’s known he was gay and the people at destron in general have known he was gay since his teen years where he would have some cautious experimental ventures with guys that did not go unnoticed. and this was received with a kind of sense of “ok you're allowed to be One Of Those as long as you get us good results” but at the same time i think destron would encourage celibacy in its adherents in order to free up more time and devotion to being loyal to the organization so that ends up being more of a deciding factor than the gay thing. but like one way or another he was not getting any and was not thinking about getting any. at least until he got the hell out of there and landed right in kazami’s effortlessly sensual arms and a whole new world opened up to him

jin keisuke: straight but going through a weird era in his life where apollo geist is concerned

shigeru: openly bisexual nothing complicated about it. he was dating that guy he’s avenging

that’s all i got

[moonpiemoonshine]

Dog eat Dog world pt.3

(A rocky balboa fan fiction)

Rocky was quickly rushed to the hospital after his fight, Olivia and Mickey following quickly behind. Rocky was bombarded in the hospital with cameras and interviewers and a pissed off Apollo demanding a rematch and staying the fact that he clearly won. Rocky was sent off into his own room and Olivia stayed there as long as she could. Giving him soft touches of reassurance and words of congratulations of his win. Once visiting hours where over and rocky needed heavy intensive care Olivia left promising Rocky she’d see him the following day. Leaving the hospital was easier than entering and she runs into the man that she had fought. He was bruised all over his face and was a walking black eye.

“Hey, funny seeing you again” the man said in a cheery tone.

“Yea.. looks like you got another beat down?@ Olivia awkwardly responded

“This? Oh yea I fought with a old friend of mine, bare knuckle is such a different style then regular boxing” he sheepishly said “I told him about you and he wants to challenge you”

“I dunno, I don’t think I’m ready to fight again” uncertainty found itself in Olivia’s mind once again.

“I know but he said he’ll give you a few weeks to train and get a new technique down. You should to totally do it!” Excitement once again leaves this man. It slightly unnerves Olivia but she was tired and didn’t wanna argue so in the moment she makes a quick decision.

“Fine… give me three to four weeks and I’ll fight him.” Olivia says and a bright smile smacks him in the face and Olivia hopes she isn’t making a huge mistake.

“Yes! I’ll let him know and find a way to let you know the location! I swear you won’t regret this!”

“Yea. I hope I don’t” Olivia says uneasy and says goodbye to the man.

She heads home and fear and regret doesn’t let her sleep. How is she gonna train? How’s Rocky gonna handle this? Is she gonna have to ask her dad for help? Questions rattle in her head for hours on end alongside the worry for Rocky’s heal and recovery. After a while she finally fell asleep and planned to tell the guy that she isn’t gonna go through with it anymore.

The next morning Olivia heads off to work hoping to catch an early shift so she can leave in time to see Rocky. While working she thinks about the decision she made last night and the more she thought of the actual fight itself with no thoughts of Rocky she actually enjoyed the prospect of fighting again. Something deep in her made her wanna hit something. Seeing no one in the break room she hits a near by wall with a good amount of force. Her knuckles hurt but it was something she thought she could handle if it was rapid and taped up. Now smiling to herself Olivia finalized her decision on staying in the fight. After work she heads over to the hospital to see Rocky.

Rocky was dead asleep in his room and not wanting to bother him Olivia quietly let herself in a sat down in a little chair. She thought long and hard of a training plan. She might be able to sneak into the ring under her dads shop and be there at night and practice some new moves down there, and if she was truly desperate she’d go to mickeys gym and beg him not to tell Rocky. After being there for about a hour Olivia decided to leave, she left a small kiss on Rocky’s hand before she left and asked the nurse to let Rocky know that she had visited him while he was sleeping.

Olivia goes to her dads shop, it was long closed and she opened the door with ease, her dad never really locked the door so she just walked right in. Quietly she tip toed around to make sure her dad wasn’t in the shop and she didn’t hear anything down in the basement so she headed down there. All the training equipment was still up but cobwebs where everywhere. She concluded that her father hadn’t been down there in a while. She found a small closet with training equipment and she put up a punching bag and also hung up a weighted rope. For fun Olivia worked on her fast paced foot work, ducking a weaving mimicking what a real fight might be like.

Olivia dug through her locker in the locker room and put on her sports bra and shorts and practiced punching a few times at the bag. After she finished with the bag and knew she needed to get her knuckles more tolerant of constant pain so she found a empty stone wall and practiced her punches. The burn of the harsh wall having contact with her knuckles was super irritating but she knew she had to do it. After the walk she practiced climbing the rope, trying to make her time climbing up it shorter and shorter.

Olivia trained for two hours then decided to head home after putting her equipment and practice clothes up. Going home she fell asleep quickly. The next couple days she built herself a good routine, wake up early and run to work and work the early shift. After work head over to Rocky and meet with him. After she visited rocky she’d go down to the underground gym and practiced. Olivia found a roll of chicken fence and wrapped it around the punching bag to make it more painful to punch, and she got a weighted belt and ankle bracelets to help her actually work on her climbing time. She had wanted to make her leg lock a deadly feature so she would work out her thighs and claves. Sometimes working with a cinder block and trying to break it in half with her thighs.

With that specific work out bruises had formed on her thighs so she knew she needed to tell rocky about his before he sees them because she doesn’t want him to think she is cheating on him. Rocky does grow worried when he sees Olivia always wearing gloves, she is trying to hide the bruises that stain her knuckles.

One night Olivia heads down to her dads shop and she sees him approaching the shop as well so Olivia B lines for Mickeys gym. Hoping it’s late enough where not many guys are there and That Mickey had already left for the day. She entered the gym and low and behold it’s only Mickey in the barren gym.

“The hell you doin here?” Mickey asks in a confused but annoyed voice.

“I- I have a favor to ask you” Olivia states with a nervous stutter, “I have a fight happening in a couple weeks and my dads locked up the gym so I was wondering if I could come here” Olivia stayed vague hoping Mickey wouldn’t dig deeper into it.

“What cha doing fighting, huh?” Mickey accused in a serious tone.

“I boxed a while ago and i wanna fight again and I was challenged to a fight and I need to train for it” Olivia explained knowing Mickey still had more questions.

“What kinda fight is it?” Mickey was intrigued. He knew of her last fight and so he might be curious.

“A bare knuckle fight… against a man” Olivia basically confessed and a weird almost sadistic smile spread on Mickeys face.

“You’re a crazy one. Does Rocky know?” He asked and it felt more like he was taunting Olivia seemingly already knowing the answer.

“I can’t let him know while he’s like this. I’m waiting for him to get better” she responded, expecting Mickey to lecture her but was surprised with his response.

“Just cause I like your guts I’ll help ya. I’ve been with a few knuckle heads before.” Olivia let out a relieved sigh.

The two started to train, Mickey giving her insight and helping her use her strength and small assets to her advantage. This became part of the routine, instead of her dads gym it became her meeting Mickey after closing time. They did this for an additional two weeks and Mickey thought Olivia was ready and they set up the match.

The night of the match Olivia was nervous to step back in the ring but Mickey made sure to calm her nerves with a lecture. She wrapped her knuckles with tape and Olivia dawned her black bra and maroon shorts. She put her hair in a tight bun making sure the man had nothing to hold onto. The referee came into the rocker room and asked.

“You gotta name and intro you want miss Esmé?” He asked and Olivia was ready to respond with her old name, The Steel Toed Dancer just cause of how quick she moved around the ring but an amazing idea she had been thinking of calling herself came into her mind. She wanted to draw blood so a new name was in store.

“I wanna be The Bloody Bronco.” Olivia states with confidence and Mickey nods in approval of the name.

The ref left and Mickey gives her the rundown of what he wants her to do in the ring. Olivia thinking of rocky and how she’s gonna black and blue so she’s not gonna be able to see rocky for a few days. Her and Mickey leave the locker room and head to the ring. Going up the steps and into the ropes Olivia starts to warm up her body thinking of ways to go through with this match. Mickey gives her a last swig of water and puts in her mouth guard and she faces towards her adversary. The ref entered the ring and said.

“Now this isn’t boxing but nothing in the privates, no kicking but legs in the usage of pinning or restrainment is allowed, no head budding, no over kill and listen to me when I say your done. You get ten rounds. Touch knuckles” Olivia and her opponent lightly graze their knuckles together.

“Hey girly. You sure you wanna play dirty” the guy taunts and not wanting to show fear a cocky smile grows on Olivia’s face.

“You sure you wanna play bloody knuckles with me” he down at her with no response and the two go to their respective corners.

“In this corner, wearing black and maroon the Bloody Bronco” the ref says with some enthusiasm a small grin escapes Olivia, her being proud of her makeshift title.

The ref introduces her competitor and then the bell rings and the two slowly approach each other. The man throws a right jab but Olivia weaves down and slips in a gut punch to the man making him slightly stumbled but she quickly passes him and joins her hands together and harshly elbows him in the back. The two quickly face each other and he lands a harsh blow to her face. Blood quickly falls from her lip and she throws a left jab to his collar bone and a right punch to his face.

Back and fourth they trade punches for two rounds. Olivia being saved by the bell when he had her in a head lock. In the corner on the stool Olivia’s hands shake in pain and Mickey wipes blood from her cheek and brows but once the break ends Olivia comes out swinging and baits the man to throw a heavy punch at her and he misses cause of her speed and she covers her face with her for arms and pushes him back and uses a left hook to his lower gut and he lightly keeled over. Quickly standing straight she joined joined her hands and swung at his lowered face mimicking swinging a baseball and nailed him in the nose. The man fell hard and stayed down for the ten seconds, him not comprehending that he nose was heavily broken. The ref held up her bloody hand and yelled.

“Your winner! The Bloody Broncho!” She was heavily exhausted and was in so much pain. Mickey helped her off the mat and took down her hair. Olivia showered and got dressed, Mickey had his friend dress her wounds and told her the proper ways to treat the cuts so they don’t get infected.

She took a cab home along side her winnings. She actually enjoyed the fight. How could she give this up, yes it did hurt like hell but the joy of getting to win was a much greater feeling. That night she slept hard and early the next morning she called the hospital and spoke to Rocky.

“Hey, I’m not feeling good at all Rocky. I don’t think I can visit, the snow won’t be good for me and working isn’t even worth even trying” Olivia feigned a sickly voice and worry hit rocky.

“Awh no, yous stay home and heal up. I’ll makes sure Mickey comes and takes cares of yous” Rocky states and Olivia is content with his answer.

“Okay, as soon as I feel better I’ll come visit you” Olivia replied and Rocky’s tone turned softer.

“That’s good. Makes sure yous get lots of rest” Olivia agreed to his statement and the two ended the call.

Olivia took a day off from training then went back to training with Mickey and she was offered another competitor and Mickey heavily implored her to agree so she did. They’d give a good amount of time to fully heal and train back up. Mickey took it easy with her for two weeks to let her body heal and once it did Olivia was ecstatic to finally see Rocky. The time she was fully healed Rocky was too so Olivia was there to see Rocky leave the hospital.

Rocky was being offered to appear in Ads and Olivia practically begged him to wait a little while before going through with it. Rocky and Olivia enjoyed there time back together, Olivia delayed training with Mickey just so the couple could live normally for a little while. Rocky had been given a big sum of money and so he went out and bought Olivia more jackets, then a nice black car and a house! Olivia was worried about his spending but she didn’t want to upset him after his big fight.

Olivia had learned that rocky was basically blind in one of his eyes so she was really scared when he drove his new car. He didn’t want her to drive since he wanted to spoil her and make her day “easier”. There new house was nice just a change of pace. Levi loved his new open space but Olivia didn’t know how to feel about all the free space but Rocky was happy so she was happy.

Olivia and rocky where sharing a nice meal together and Olivia was kinda happy to not have to put makeup on her knuckles to hide it from rocky but he had taken note how her hands had been extra sensitive to his touch but maybe it was a delayed shock from her boxing match or it was from waitressing all the time. Thinking it was the latter answer one night during dinner Rocky had brought up a new topic.

“How’s bout yous quit the waitressing. I will takes care of yous so you don’t gotta work no more” He states with such confidence but also equal amounts of care.

“Oh rocky it’s no bother. I like having something to do in the day” Olivia tried to reason but she knew rocky wasn’t gonna have any of it.

“No, no, no please. Yous deserve a break. Make every day a nice relaxing day” He reply’s with the excitement of a child.

“Well every day I get to see you it’s a nice day” Olivia said trying to sweet talk him out of it.

“But no work makes it all worth whiles. Please let me take cares of you” rocky pulls out his sweet puppy dog like eyes and Olivia caves.

“Fine” she smiles when rocky celebrated his small win.

The two live peacefully but Olivia noticed that rocky didn’t have any money left from his fight and he didn’t wanna be humiliated in advertising so he gets a job at the meat factory he used to train at. Olivia saw this as a blessing in disguise so now when rocky was gone she got to train with Mickey. The downside is the guilt of going behind his back and the constant reminder Mickey gave her every day about it.

Sadly Olivia went back to having to put makeup on her knuckles and this make it hard for her to get intimate with rocky. Not just the physical pain but the mental pain of lying to rocky. Olivia swore that she was gonna do this fight and tell rocky right before it happens. Not the best plan but it’s better than coming home bloody and bruised.

During this weird grey period Apollo has been pissed, wanting a rematch. He demands rocky to “man” up and fight him again. Olivia wants Rocky to make up his mind if he’s gonna fight him again or not. She will support him one way or another. She believes he can beat him with training but Rocky just isn’t sure.

One day Olivia is bare knuckle sparing with a guy in a different gym and Apollo had just been stopping by to drop of one of his friends who was a bare knuckle fighter. He spotted Olivia and was blown away seeing her spar with a guy and he sorta recognized her but he didn’t know where.

“Woah woah, what’s going on here?” Apollos voice carrying through gym causing the two to stop sparing. “What is a little lady like you doing sparing, especially bare knuckle sparing. He your brother or something?” He asks getting closer to the ring. Entranced by her for some reason. ((Not romantically but like in a curious type of way))

“No, I’m in a BK tournament” Olivia replied a little bluntly.

“Oh yea, what’s your record like?” An intrigued Apollo asked.

“Well I have 25 heavy weight women fights won, 1 light weight male fight won and a singular male lightweight BK fight. The tournament just barley started and I’ve had to delay for.. personal reasons” Olivia explained leaning on the ropes facing Apollo.

“Woah what a record. You must be some sorta killer to fight men” Apollo jokes. “ Im presume your next match is with another man?”

“Yea. The match is in two weeks” she says a little confused on his interest in her.

“Well maybe one day you’ll fight my friend over there. I’ll play good money to see that” Apollo basically teases but then it came to him. He realized Olivia was the girl at Rocky’s match, the “Dame” on his shoulder. Then a cruel idea came into mind. “I know an amazing trainer in LA! He’ll make you into the best BK fighter ever. I’ll recommend you to him, so he’ll have to take you”

“Oh no thanks, I don’t plan to do this for long” Olivia protested

“Oh no I can see it, you got killer in your eyes. You itch for fighting, I can see it” His words are slightly true but Olivia doesn’t wanna except it.

“I’m not a killer. It’s just… something to do I dunno” she said not being able to think of a good response.

“Huh, something to do. Well why don’t you think about it” he asks and this makes Olivia roll her eyes and she gets out of the ring

“K I’ll give it some thought” she responded not looking at the man, her tone sarcastic and rude. She leaves the gym and decides not to train for the rest of the day.

Olivia goes home and waits for Rocky to come home. Once he does the two have dinner in front of the tv. They have it on the news and it’s yet another interview with the ever so famous Apollo Creed. He is asked the question of what he’s doing outside of his fighting and he replied

“Well I’m thinking of taking someone under my wing. It’s a crazy and new investment I’m thinking of.” His words confused the two, Olivia wondering if it had something to do with him down at the gym. “I went to a small gym with my buddy who is a bare knuckle fighter-“ Apollo starts to tell the story and panic sets in Olivia. “I walk in and there is this woman who is fighting a man! She tells me of her pervious match and winning of this co Ed match. Then tells me of her BOXING match she won against a lightweight male boxer!” Rocky’s eyes shift from confusion to a small bubble of anger. His eyes shifting to Olivia.

“And what’s this woman’s name? What do you plan to do?” A interviewer asked and Olivia just signed her death-wish.

“It took a little bit but she is Th Evil Esmé’s daughter. Olivia Esmé, I want to take her to LA to get properly and professionally trained” the TV was abruptly shut off and rocky snapped his head towards Olivia.

“The bell is this!?” Rocky yells and Olivia fights back tears “how long has this been going on”

“I began training while you where in the hospital” a guilty tone peeled off her tongue.

“Why!? Did your father puts yous up to this!” He exclaimed with tears in his eyes.

“No! It was me! I dunno why but- but I just wanted to! It felt good to fight-“ she reasoned but was cut off

“You could die! You’re basically street fighting. What’s stopping some thug to kill you in that ring!” Rocky grabbed her shoulders tears freely flowing but anger still resting in her voice.

“I don’t know how to explain it Rocky! I just need to fight! I felt lost when I couldn’t! I can’t just sit and do nothing all day!” Olivia started to shout back. “My dad has made me fight all my life! Sometimes I just don’t know what to do when I’m not fighting!”

“You need to grow up! Stop blaming you father for alls your decisions and problems!” This roared from Rocky sounding like it came from somewhere deep.

“Fine! It’s me! I like to fight! So what! You have every chance to die in that ring like I do! You don’t see me stopping you. I believe in you to win, that’s what makes us different!” Anger and sadness crashing like waves in Olivia’s mind and voice.

“I feel like you’re just asking to be killed. What!? Yous don’t wanna be with me anymore, so yous goin out tryin to kill ya self!” Rocky states with insecurity peaking out.

“No! Of course not! I love you and I don’t wanna leave you! I just wanna prove that I’m something! Something other than the girl who sits waiting at the door for her big fighter to come home!” This time Olivia shouts so hard her voice cracks and it scared rocky. Her anger quickly vanished while sadness crept in “you don’t think I’m scared when I enter that ring. Death doesn’t scare me, it’s the thought of how you’d be alone or don’t wanna be with me cause of my actions”

“No. I just hate seeing you hurt and I’m scared to shit of you dying from this. Yous need to wake up, and realize it isn’t an easy game out there. People care, I care” Rocky says following the non anger feeling Olivia casted into the room.

“I know, just this last fight. Give me one fight with your support and I’ll quit for good” Olivia states with the most sincerity.

“Fine, but if I see yous in bad shape I’ll throw in that towel myself” Rocky states with a small amount of authority.

“Okay” Olivia looked down at her hands and rocky pulled her into his chest holding her close. Tears silently flowed down Olivia’s cheeks, holding rocky tightly whispering and uttering small apologies and small cries for forgiveness. And every time Rocky would but Olivia jsut felt so bad she needed to repeat it till she thought it was the truth.

(Stay tuned for part 4😌)

[march-of-the-marred-gods]

(This is a bit of a continuation/expansion from Henrieta's backstory, towards the end when she meets her now boyfriend, Apollo, for the first time.)

Henrieta smiled at the tall fellow. "Thank you, I'm fine. I'm just a bit tired from everything. You're very sweet."

The man acted like he had never heard a compliment before. "It's just part of my job here..." He avoids the Dhampir's gaze, a little embarrassed.

"What's your name?"

"I'm number- shit. Sorry. I'm Apollo."

"Oh, as in the king who was said to have dominion over the sun?"

"Yeah. I can control fire and raise my body temperature.

Henrieta beamed. "That's really cool! We won't freeze in the winter if you can help it, right?" She goes in to pat his back, but Apollo jumps so that she doesn't make contact with his person.

"DON'T-- Please do not do that." Apollo gave a stern look.

Henrieta was confused, but she assumed she might have gotten a little too comfortable a little too quickly. "Sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad."

Apollo sighs in defeat. "I'm not mad at you. Just be more careful, please."

Henrieta nods.

Back to looking ahead and walking, Apollo asks, "So what is your name?"

"Henrieta Anderson."

Apollo looked back at her. "A surname... Are you royalty?"

Henrieta raised her eyebrows at him. "Barely. I mean, my dad's royalty-- or was. But most humans and Vampires alike have surnames, not just royalty."

"I see. I didn't know. I'll think of a good surname, then."

Henrieta chuckled. "You can take mine if you really want to."

Apollo's eyes grew wide as he stopped dead in his tracks. He turned again to Henrieta, his huge, pointed ears and his freckled face burning as he blushed fiercely.

"Miss Henrieta... People will think we're married. Do you... want to get married?" The poor guy was suffering under the weight of his own inquiry.

Henrieta realizes her joke completely flew over his head. "No, Apollo, it's just a silly joke. I'm sorry for putting you in an awkward spot."

Apollo cracked a slight smile. "It's okay. I get it now."

The two soon reach a bedroom that was painted brown like the hallway they were standing in. All that was inside was a nicely made twin bed, a nightstand with a lamp, and a small closet to put away one's clothes.

"This is it. You should put your bag in here so I can show you the rest of the place."

Henrieta obliged. He showed her all the facilities, introduced her to some of the other individuals living here and guided her back to her new bedroom.

"It's a lot... so let me know if you need help finding something. Usually, me or Stella cooks, just so you know."

Henrieta felt nothing but warmth from Apollo, despite his appearance. Something told her he seems to enjoy looking after people.

"Thank you, Apollo. I'm still... really sad, because I had to leave the life I had barely started to build for myself, and now I have to start all over again. But you were really kind and helpful, and that means the world to me. You're a perfect gentleman. I hope to get to know you better."

Apollo was blushing again, looking like a deer caught in a pair of headlights at the compliment he felt he didn't deserve. "Thanks... I'd like to get to know you too. It'll get easier once you get into a routine here."

Apollo leaves Henrieta to unpack and rest, closing the door gently behind him.

Henrieta flops onto the bed and passes out from exhaustion before doing anything else.

[the-firebird69]

God of War Ragnarok release event - Kratos visits game digital Westfield... And our son says he is impressed with that guy. And our daughter was kind of saying it too. And it's because he's done only a little of the part. We did see We did see him a little bit. and he was influencing Dave quite a bit. He did the right thing. He does the right thing. He wants to look at this to see what people's reaction is to at Comic Con. It's very mild. And these guys are. these guys are professional cosplay people. And sometimes they pick up a role in a movie. And that's what they're doing there. And the rock did it. And they said he looks just like him. He looks a lot like him And Krantos had a few names in Russia. but really the name of in the god of war video games in the movie is a stolen name. And I gave that name to my son His name is also Zeus. and really is very happy about it. And he's particular too, but I think people will get it. And his other name was Rasputin. That was Dave. he still. alive is entombed, and people are after him. But this would be a wonderful character to play. It is an intense genre. full of weapons. And he needs to learn how to use him and stuff. And he'd handle it a little bit and try and twirl them. And people would like it. Yeah. he can get pretty good at it and then tell people who he is and they freak out and figure out. and figure out that he's been practicing for a year. and stuff like that. It's a lot of fun. And he and stuff like that. It's a lot of fun. And he is gonna do it but he has a lot of questions. and apprehension We have weapons. People are very leery, but Comic Con wouldn't be that problem because they're fake.. So he's. rethinking that part. And yeah, he's a little bit apprehensive about being this character. I think that when he is about 6 foot three would be a good time because he looks kind of giant. And Kratos is a giant and you can see him. He's towering over everybody. But he has a lot of characters to play And he says that there's probably a particular order and he doesn't wanna do. no, the first one was not his actual character. and he's remembering it might have been Superman. And so that's a little bit outlandish, but he might. look pretty good when he's smaller. So that would make a lot of people excited. I know what character was first and he's got the shirt in his closet, and that's what it is. I helped form that character too. and it is a good idea. And he's got practically the whole thing ready and We're gonna go ahead and prep for it. It should be happening. within a few months. which still is a long time. I'm gonn which still is a long time. I'm gonna help him with the next post. It sounds like a lot of fun, and he wants me to help out.. He's got some pretty good jokes I'm gonna tell it in a minute.

Apollo and Goddess 

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