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bellatrixobsessed1 · 6 years ago

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I’ll Meet You At The Bottom (Part 61)

It had been a lie, more to herself than anyone else. She had been very sure that she was with child, she’d known it very well for very long. She just didn’t want to be certain because if she wasn’t certain, then she wouldn’t have to fret. But she was absolutely, wholly sure that she would have be a mother within months. That is if Sokka could keep her convinced that it was a good idea. She wrapped her arms around herself and shuddered as she watched the typical bustled of the courtyard from her spot on the roof. Very briefly Zuko managed to steal her attention away from her troubles. In his hustle to get from one side of the palace to the next, he tripped over his robes and into the turtle duck pond. Mai could have helped him but as Mai usually did, she simply stared and yawned until he specifically called for her help. From her perch Azula hollered, “the bath is inside Zu-Zu.” It had been good fun until Mai hurried him along. And Azula was back with her musings. Just as he always did, Sokka joined her. Sometimes they talked, sometimes he just watched her watch the courtyard.

Days turned into weeks and Azula found that she could deny things to herself no further. Her mornings were always rough. She thought them reminiscent of her hangovers, which plummeted her mood even further. And then that would be amplified by the pregnancy itself until she was nearly in tears with Sokka holding her hair back and muttering encouragingly. She bunched herself up in bed waiting for the nausea to pass. Every now and again, Sokka would allow her to peek at his third painting. So far he’d only finished the background. It was a collection of deep blues and blacks and in places where the moon was heavy, some brighter shades of blue. She thought that he was improving in quality too. For a while she watched but she was growing antsy, she hadn’t ran through her stances in a while. In starting them, she quickly remembered why she had stopped her practices in the first place. She found herself growing tired more frequently and her armor was growing uncomfortably tight. Pouting like a child, she took it back off, set it aside, and sat down where she continued to brood to herself for some time.

“What are you doing down there?”

Azula looked up and muttered a soft, “hm?”

“You don’t look very comfortable.” Zuko noted.

“I’m not.” She folded her arms over her chest. “Help me up.” She extended her arm. And with a shocking lack of protest, he helped her to her feet. She righted the wrinkles in her shirt and eyed Zuko, wondering if she should mention her predicament. She wondered why she was being so hushed about it in the first place.

“You okay?” He asked.

Before she could loose her nerve she grumbled, “I’m pregnant, that’s what I am.”

“Sooo…not okay?”

“I don’t know.” She replied twirling her bangs around her finger. She was two months in, at least, and she still didn’t know if she wanted a baby at all. Especially now that it was beginning to cause her body havoc. It was already making her training difficult, she couldn’t imagine being able to keep it up months from then with aching feet and a sore back among other things. In light of Zuko’s question she was slowly coming to concluded that she was not okay at all. “I don’t want to do this.” She whispered.

Azula could see it on his face, that she had put him in an awkward position. “If you can take over Ba Sing Se, I’m sure you can have a baby.” He tried, very unhelpfully if she said so.

“That’s different.” She argued. “Everything happened according to my plan when I took Ba Sing Se. I had everything under control.”

“I’m just gonna—.” He pointed at the door. “I’ll send mother.”

Before she could utter a single word of protest her skedaddled, leaving her to fume alone and then scramble to come up with how to break things to her mother. Of course that didn’t leave her much time to prepare for the special brand of doting her mother usually reserved for Zuko. Azula was still in remotely the same position, when Ursa finally entered. Her expression was so warm that Azula figured Zuko must have spared her from breaking the news on her own. She should have know that Zu-Zu couldn’t be trusted to hold his tongue. Her mother stooped down and offered her a glass of tea. “Your uncle brewed this for me all the time when I was carrying your brother.” She wrapped Azula’s fingers around the cup. “It helped with the morning sickness.”

“It’s not morning anymore.” Azula noted, well into her sulk.

“No, but I still thought you could use a nice cup of tea.”

Though very much uninvited, Ursa at least had the decency to let her finish her tea before placing a hand on Azula’s belly. That was just one more thing she wasn’t looking forward to, people touching her with curious hands. She scarcely had a bump and she was already dealing with it. “Stop it.” She hissed. “You and Sokka both.”

Ursa mumbled an apology. “It’s just that, I always enjoyed…”

“I’m not you, mother!” She snapped. “I can’t do this.” She truly thought that, that would be the end of it. That she wouldn’t go through with the pregnancy after all. She just needed to find a way to tell Sokka. She bit back tears, it would crush him. She balled her fists as her mother pulled her into a hug laced with words of comfort.

For all of her refusal and all of her reluctance that month turned into another and she still found herself carrying life. She resented herself some for letting her mother and Sokka alleviate the fear enough to go through with it. A word or two from Katara practically sealed the deal. But Azula’s potent anxiety never left. It, in fact, only seemed to swell with her belly. Firebending was becoming an even trickier feat as a result. She was off balance, even if it were only a tad. That alone wasn’t the problem though, she could have adjusted to that. No, the baby seemed to rest right on her fire chakra, at times—if it shifted the wrong way—completely cutting it off. And she was only three months in. Eventually she called it quits, only running through the most rudimentary of stances. Upon first coming to this roadblock, the Fire Lord stormed down the hall in a pretty decent and very embarrassing temper tantrum. The kind with a decent howl of rage and a few tears. The kind she very heavily acquainted with Zuko. She realized, begrudgingly, that she was being far too emotional. That in itself made her even more so. She considered that this was her comeuppance for taunting Ozai about being a grandpa in his prison cell.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Sokka greeted when she practically kicked the door off of its hinges—it might have fallen too if it wasn’t crafted from such sturdy metal—and flung herself onto the bed. “Hey, hey. Careful.” He held his hand out and she knew what was coming. She was too exhausted to swat his hand away, so she let him rub along the baby bump.

“I want to firebend.”

“You have two hands, go ahead.”

“I want to really firebend.” She hissed. “Anyone can toss a ball of fire from one hand to the other.”

“I can’t.” TyLee pointed out.

“What’s she doing here?” Azula arranged herself a pile of the plushest pillows and propped herself up against it.

“I needed a second opinion on my art. Toph keeps nagging me to grow a pare, but I’m no gardener so I decided to paint one. You weren’t here so I asked TyLee what she thought.”

“It’s hideous.” Azula scowled. “Case closed.” She folded her arms and glared at the man, deciding that this was one-hundred percent his fault.

.oOo.

“Wow, you are pissed.” He noted. Apparently so much so that she threw a degree of poise to the wind. Instead of the haughty sniff she usually gave to his quips she gave a very Toph-esq snort and rolled onto her side. “What’s wrong?” He repeated only to be completely ignored. He tried again, yielding the same results. “Alright, I’m sorry.” He lifted his hands, “I’m being an insensitive jerk. I’m the jerkbender this time.”

“What does that even mean?” She frowned.

“Uh…never mind. Just…Zuko can tell you.”

“Why can’t you firebend, Azula?” TyLee asked.

“Could you do your little circus tricks like this?” Azula motioned to her belly.

TyLee thought for a moment. “I guess that would make it a bit harder.”

Sokka took the Fire Lord’s hand only to have her jerk it away. She was in one of those moods. He had a pretty strong feeling, based on the way she’d acted since her pregnancy began, that within a few hours she would get all cuddly and sweet again, especially if he bribed her with a cinnamon roll or two. Until then he would wait her discontent out. With any luck, TyLee would lift her spirits. He didn’t have high hopes though, because the happy-go-lucky acrobat was already begging to see if she could detect the baby’s aura—an activity that required more touching.

.oOo.

With her bending practice no longer viable to her, Azula found herself on the roof more often than not. She was nearing the end of her third month and feeling no better than before. If anything she was only growing more distressed. She had seen pregnancy on many people, but she’d never seen anyone so big. She wondered if a bump of this size was even normal that early on. Yet every physician she’d seen and Katara insisted that she was perfectly healthy. She certainly didn’t feel the part.

“I don’t even like children, Sokka.” She complained on one rooftop occasion. “They’re loud and dirty and generally disruptive.” She could already see it; herself sitting, all polished and done up for a council meeting when a shirking child burst into the room demanding food or play. A table full of eyes would fall on her. She shuddered.

“You’re going to love this one.” He insisted. “I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“Do you love me?”

“No, I had sex with you because you were the only option.” She rolled her eyes.

“Good to know.” He was getting good at brushing off her offhanded witticisms. “Do you love yourself.”

“More or less.” She sighed. “What does this have to do with anything.”

“Well.” Sokka answered with a lopsided, boyish, grin, “if you love me and you love yourself, your absolutely going to adore this child because it’ll be like you and me combined.”

Azula blinked in horror. “This child is going to be a disaster.” And in almost a whisper she added, “a firebending, boomerang throwing, sassy disaster.” She brushed her hands through her hair, feeling a notch more distressed than she was before the conversation occurred.

“So dramatic.” She heard Sokka mutter under his breath before throwing his arms around her and kissing her neck. He was being gentle with her though, so she supposed that she would let it go.

.oOo.

Sokka couldn’t lie, he was growing a bit nervous himself. She was making him nervous with all her talk of how the kid was going to have multiple negative predispositions and how it was probably going to grow up to be an alcoholic or an abuse of Ruby Tears. It was becoming tiresome how she couldn’t seem to let that go entirely. Even so, he thought that she might have been right to be concerned there, if he could inherit his father’s streak of anger, then it was probably entirely possible for their baby to inherit either that or a weakness for drugs. Just like that he began pacing about the room trying to tell himself that as long as they weren’t like Ozai, then their newborn would turn out fine. He was setting the bar extremely low at that point.

When he didn’t think about that he worried over Azula’s physical ability to carry the baby to the end. He thought that she might be right that the baby was growing to big for her body. She had always been so small…

Azula herself was a concern. She was pushing herself, doing things that a woman five months in ought not to be doing. On numerous occasions he had to snatch up Zuko or Katara to scold her for trying to firebend more than her baby would allow. He’d tried to get Ursa involved on one occasion but the woman actually took her daughter’s side, “it’s good exercise” and “I did so many physical things when I was pregnant” were her choice arguments. Katara on the other hand wouldn’t have it. Combined with Zuko’s her nagging usually had Azula fleeing to her room for some peace and quiet.

Other than that, things seemed well. Katara and a team of palace physicians reassured them that the Fire Lord was still progressing well. That everything was going smoothly. Azula herself, seemed to be calming as well. He wasn’t willing to say that she was used to being pregnant, but she seemed to have come to accept it. She seemed very vibrant and full of life, her face bright—a little softer from the pregnancy—but very bright indeed.

He touched her cheek with the back of his hand; she was very warm. He slid his hands down her sides and let them rest on her hips, a motion she mimicked. He concluded that then was as good a time as any to ask her to marry him.

It was a spur of the moment decision so it was painfully unromantic. A very simple request without even a ring. She told him that he ought to be embarrassed, and his cheeks did flush a decent shade of red. But she didn’t give him time to wallow in his embarrassment before accepting his hand.

.oOo.

Month six had Sokka interrupting her time on the roof more often. “What if you fall?” With him there were so many what if’s. She couldn’t particularly hold it against the man either, knowing that he lost his first child to an accident. With a sigh she caved and crawled back through the window, preparing herself for a very boring three months. Sokka was growing increasingly paranoid to a rate that matched her own during the longest of her nights. “I’m going to be fine.” She insisted. “I’ll protect our baby.” She held her hand to her stomach.

“I know you will but…” he trailed off.

“I’ll bring Zu-Zu along when I go into town, if it makes you feel better.” Though she wanted to put in that she could handle such trips on her own. The Capital didn’t hold the danger level of the Ash Pit. Even so she spent most of her time at the palace to appease Sokka’s sense of security. She had letters from Chan and his gang and even one from Ruon-Jian to keep her company. Quickly she came to realize that she’d focused so much on Yoona’s speech that she’d neglected her penmanship altogether. Try as she might, she couldn’t read a word, but Yoona attached a bunch of beads and seashells to her message so Azula was left to assume she was enjoying herself. She also figured that many of her days would be spent trying to decipher Yoona’s handwriting, she thanked the girl for giving her something to do.

Chan on the other hand, had handwriting as beautiful as his face. He finally recounted to her the tale of he and Ruon-Jian, she made a point of reading it like it was a sappy romantic text. Apparently, the girl who cheated on him with Ruon-Jian had moved away from Ember Island. This tore the boy up some and with Chan having fled to the Ash Pit, he was left virtually alone with abundant time to regret. Chan admitted to giving him the coldest shoulder possible, not even extending the man an invitation to his welcome home party. Azula chuckled to herself, relishing in that she wasn’t the only person self-indulgent to throw herself a welcome back extravaganza. She read on; eventually I got tired of listening to him whine and mope up and down the beach. It was really killing the view. I swear he was actually taking some of the sunshine away and replacing it with his gloom. So I decided to that we were going to have a little chat…with my fist. The Ash Pit never truly left him, Azula noted. Well, he decided to talk back also with his fist. Our fists talked for about fifteen minutes before Yoko and this girl named Yixi broke us up. By that time we were rolling in the sand. I told him that I was going to kick his ass and he shouted ‘joke’s on you, I don’t have one!’ He never was good with insults. Azula skimmed through a few paragraphs listing each and every notably stupid insult Ruon-Jian had ever uttered and then another detailing their rematch. Anyways, after I kicked his ass he got back to sulking around and killing the island vibe again. I swear it was awful, everyone could feel the negativity. We couldn’t even tell when the storms were rolling in because Ruon was creating storm clouds of his own. So I decided to talk to him again, with my mouth this time. I invited him back to my place and he started talking about the parties we used to throw. Don’t laugh…she could already feel herself beginning to do so, she hoped that he could sense it from afar. But I am a very sentimental man. He started talking to me about calling your brother loser boy and stuff and I decided that I had to give him another chance. He was so distressed he called himself a loser boy. It was something like, ‘and remember when I called the Fire Lord, loser boy? I don’t have any friends right now, so I guess that makes me the loser boy. I just felt so bad I had to give him a second chance.

Azula folded that letter up and tucked it away with the others. Frankly, she wanted to hear more of this story. She would ink him a little request to continue after a night’s worth of sleep. Her back was aching again and her eyes were feeling heavy.

By moth seven she would have thought that things would be less strange for her. But the feeling of so many people’s hands on her belly was still dreadfully awkward. TyLee and Toph in particular liked to feel the baby kick. TyLee, took a genuine interest, Toph just seemed to get a kick out of making her feel uncomfortable and flustered. Azula herself still didn’t know how she felt about the baby being so squirmy. The only exceptions to her discomfort became Katara, Sokka, and her mother. She found that Ursa was naturally nurturing and usually made the baby less fussy. Things only became awkward when the woman started talking to the baby. She supposed that it was probably for the best since she couldn’t bring herself to talk to it, not until it was in her arms anyways.

It shouldn’t have been strange at all to have Sokka caressing the bump—it was, after all, so similar to the way he rubbed her back or massaged her shoulders—but for some reason it continued to bother her for a period of time. It might have been that he was bizarrely tender with her these days. He treated her as though she were delicate and completely helpless.

For that, it was actually Katara whose touch became the least foreign first. The waterbender had a very natural approach, one that didn’t make her feel like she was something to be ogled at. She was the only person who seemed to treat her as she would ordinarily.

It very much helped her case that she was able to dull some of the aches. Alongside the tea her mother stirred, Katara’s waterbending continued to do wonders. She was able to take away some of the pressure on Azula’s back and relive the aches in her feet. Mostly though, Katara’s waterbending seemed to soothe the baby. If she moved her hands and the flow of water in soft and small circles, the baby would stop shifting so much. Azula soon found that heating her own palms and re-creating the motions had the same effect.

It was month eight that Azula found herself truly warming up to the baby. She was still nervous beyond all compare. A feeling only highlighted by her bedbound state. Her figure was undeniably initially too small to safely carry the baby she did. She and Sokka alike were silently afraid that delivering it would be the death of her or of the baby. She waited until the man was asleep to truly dwell on in. She hadn’t told him just how awful it really looked—he probably noticed anyways. It would have been hard to miss her soft panting. At times the baby sat in such a way that she couldn’t breath no matter how she positioned herself. The truth was, their child was crushing her from with in and she was terrified. Terrified to tears that she shed to herself as he slumbered. She tried her hardest not to wake him, not to instill feelings in him that he would be better off without. Trying not to dig up past traumas.

Stroking a tummy that was much too big for her she whimpered to herself. Occasionally she would feel the baby’s hand or foot under her hand.

Azula wasn’t meant for this. It wasn’t her kind of fight and it wasn’t the kind she thought she could win. She snatched Sokka’s hand and gripped it tightly. She had just helped him heal, she didn’t want to put him through it again…

She didn’t want to die. Not after fighting for so long. Not after finding something that made her so happy again.

It was completely and dreadfully out of her control.

#Sokkla #Azula #Sokka #Avatar #Zuko #Toph #Aang #Katara #Fanfiction

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couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name · 7 years ago

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A Definitely Incomplete List Of My Favorite Moments From The Lightning Thief (book), because I'm having Feelings

Percy very causally mentioning times he accidentally hit a school bus with a canon or dropped fifth graders into shark-infested water

Grover Underwood

Just everything he’s ever done

Percy running an illegal candy ring out of his dorm room

“I was worried they found out I got my essay on Tom Sawyer from the internet and were going to take away my grade. Or worse, they were going to make me read the book.”

When Percy thought Grover was going to give him some deep, meaningful commentary on life to make him feel better but Grover just wanted Percy’s lunch

Percy tried so hard to do well on his Latin final and Chiron somehow thinks it’s a good idea to tell him he’s ‘not normal’ in front of the class my poor boy

That one part where Percy essentially went “Oh hey mom’s home!!! Better reschedule this panic attack I was having!!”

When Percy did that weird hand sign (that was never explained) and the door slammed on Gabe so hard he flew up the steps

The fact that when Grover finally tracked Percy down he wasn’t wearing any pants. Like, there was literally no reason for him to not have the fake feet and the jeans on. No actual reason for him to be free balling it. Percy just needed a shock apparently. Showing up in the middle of a hurricane with no pants, dramatic ass satyr I love him.

The SATISFYING DEATH of Gabe’s Camaro + Sally apparently learned bullfighting just in case because she truly is the best mom

Percy killing the minotaur with its own horn

Percy dragging Grover over the camp line while crying for his mom literally end me

“You drool when you sleep.” could we get more iconic here

Percy teasing Annabeth about her crush on Luke

When Luke stole some toiletries for Percy and he got a little choked up because it was apparently the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him

The fact that Chiron basically told Annabeth that Percy was her destiny

The fact that a recovering alcoholic god of wine who hates children was deemed fit to run a camp for children

Not so fun: Percy, upon meeting Mr. D, immediately recognizing the signs of an alcoholic and going out of his way to sit far away from him ‘just in case’

The fact that everyone just expected him to hear ‘the greek gods are real’ and move on?? why would no one let this boy be in shock omg

Zeus apparently had a thing for the fluffy 80′s hairstyles

“the real world is where the monsters are”

The fact that Poseidon could have claimed Percy at literally any moment but he apparently decided he really needed that dramatic reveal during capture the flag.

When Zeus was feeling Extra Dramatic(tm) after Percy’s claiming so he started making it rain inside the camp boarders and everyone was lowkey freaking out

When Annabeth pulls off her invisible cap and declares she’s going on the quest with him and Percy was like, beyond unsurprised that she was there and didn’t even attempt to fight her

Chiron forgot to give Percy a sword from his father for like, an entire month.

Grover with those freaking flying shoes oh my God

Annabeth blushing literally any time Luke talks to her

IN THIS HOUSE WE LOVE AND RESPECT ARGUS, HEAD OF CAMP SECURITY

lmao when Percy and Annabeth start bickering about something and Argus just winks at Percy because he knows

When they were playing hackey sack with an apple but it got too close to Grover’s mouth and he just ate the whole thing

The entire bus scene oh my God

“I was about to become the ADHD Poster Child of the Year” as he’s CRASHING A BUS

Annabeth on a fury’s back

the explosion. just. all gr8.

When Grover tries to play a path finder song and Percy just immediately slams into a tree. Also the fact that the path finder song was actually just a Hillary Duff number.

“You two are giving me a migraine, and satyr's don’t even get migraines!”

Percy actually, truly trying to sell the story that the three of them are circus orphans who got separated from their ringleader

Grover: hey guys this place is REALLY SHADY and we need to leave

Annabeth and Percy: but f o o d

Can you imagine walking into a store and finding your dead uncle’s body on display? Like????

When Medusa revealed herself and Annabeth’s running around invisible, Percy’s swinging a sword blindly and Grover’s flying around screaming and trying to whack her with a stick: everyone here is a MESS

When Annabeth was overly annoyed with Percy after that ordeal??? Sweetheart you fell for the trick too

Name something more iconic than 12 year old Percy Jackson mailing the decapitated head of Medusa to the gods on Mt. Olympus in an act of sheer pettiness. I dare you.

When Percy was insisting on taking first watch while the others slept and Grover was basically like “hey kiddo listen to this” and played a song that immediately knocked him out so he could sleep all night

“Percy. Say hello to the poodle.”

Percy seeing all the Greek creatures from the train window

When Annabeth was dragging the boys to the St. Louis Arch and Percy’s claustrophobic ass Did Not Want To Get In That Tiny Elevator but he went anyway because he wanted Annabeth to be happy. That boy has had it bad since the start.

“I am Echidna!”

“Isn’t...isn’t that a type of anteater?”

“I HATE AUSTRALIA.”

How many times has Percy actually been poisoned throughout all the series I literally want a count

‘Lemme just, uh....jump off the fucking St. Louis Arch and hope I don’t die when I hit the water.’

There is just something very aesthetic about Percy lighting a fire in the bottom of a river

Percy’s got so much pent-up rage that he’s just immediately ready to wreck Ares upon meeting him omfg

THE THRILL RIDE O’ LOVE

Annabeth getting so worked up and flustered over going down there with Percy because it’s a love ride and Percy’s just like “you literally do not have to make this a Thing” lmao

Annabeth wouldn’t let Percy touch Aphrodite’s scarf because she didn’t want him getting infected by love magic but then...touched it herself lol

The entire sequence with the mechanical spiders and the cameras and the ride itself

Percy’s plan to get off the ride!!!! He’s so smart okay can people stop calling him stupid!!!

Grover trying to catch them both in mid-air but they‘re too heavy so the three of them just kind of slowly crash into one of those face-cut-out posters lol

Percy, turning to the camera’s broadcasting this shit on Olympus: “Show’s over! Thank You! Goodnight!”

THE FUCKING ZOO BUS

Everything about that scene omg. The animals they had to help. Trying to convince Grover of how great he is. The baby percabeth. my h e a r t

“What if it does line up like the Trojan War? Athena versus Poseidon?”

“I don’t know what my mom will do. I just know I’ll be fighting next to you.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re my friend, Seaweed Brain, any more stupid questions?”

Do you hear that sound? That’s me, ages 13-21(+) sobbing uncontrollably oh my God I love them so much

‘let’s just set a fucking lion loose in Las Vegas’

“I put a Blessing of the Wild on them, so they’ll safely find food and shelter wherever they go.”

“Why can’t you put on of those on us?”

“It only works on wild animals.”

“So it would only effect Percy...”

“HEY!”

When they get to the Lotus hotel and Grover starts playing that game where the deer shoot the hunters azxjhnhdjx

Percy physically having to drag his friends out of there once he realized it was the lair of the lotus eaters

When Annabeth gave the taxi driver her lotus credit card and he started calling her “Your Highness” lmao

Every time in this book Percy comes close to uncovering a Dark Truth the people around him are just like “let’s not worry about that :) “ and my polite boy actually shuts up it’s so wild because I would just keep going lol

CRUSTY THE WATER BED SALESMAN

Listen that entire scene has lowkey always been one of my Favs and I’m not even sure why but Percy chopping his head off was g r e a t

The entrance to the Underworld is DOA Recording Studios and I love it

“We, uh...all drowned in a bathtub.”

Poor Charon just wants his Italian suits he doesn’t need all this bullshit

Grover almost getting dragged into Tartarus: not good. very bad. bad shit.

Annabeth getting emotionally attached to Cerberus in the span of 3 minutes: RELATABLE

‘huh my backpack that I thought I got rid of five days ago is getting weirdly heavy, that’s not suspicious though, right?’

When Hades just starts monologue-ing about all the shit he has to put up with

“what kind of awful things do you have to do to get sewn into Hades underwear?” p e r c y

when Percy realizes the Master Bolt is in his backpack and he’s just like. tell me why. why. I’m a good person. what did I DO.

When Percy has to sacrifice his mom to get Annabeth and Grover out of there I Cri Evey Tiem

My cute lil’ baby yelling around on a beach to get Ares to show up

ahdbsjznx when Grover gives Percy a crushed, half eaten tin can for good like and Percy is just like “Grover...I don’t know what to say.” I LOVE HIM

My sweet son kicking the god of war’s ass. bless. blessed on this day.

The news crews who suddenly started backtracking and writing Percy as a hero

Percy, choking back tears, giving Gabe’s store’s phone number out on national television and promising everyone free appliances IM STILL CACKLING I LOVE THIS BOY SO MUCH HE’S ICONIC

Hades actually releasing Sally because he’s Not As Big Of A Dick As He Could Have Been

Percy: hey I think there’s a really good chance that Kronos was behind this whole mess-

Zeus and Poseidon: XXX KRONOS DO NOT INTERACT XXX

Poseidon rolling his eyes at literally everything Zeus says and does

Poseidon and Percy’s whole talk omg my sweet boy just wants his dad to love him and Poseidon’s trying to figure out how to show affection when he basically signed this kid’s death sentence I’m crying

A man will never satisfy me as much or in the same way as Sally Jackson murdering Gabe Ugliano did

Percy was spending months of summer stressing over who the friend that’s supposed to betray him was but like...Sweetie you had exactly three (3) friends and you knew two of them weren’t gonna hurt you

ahbdjsnx when Percy and Luke were having their conversation in the woods and like Luke’s acting shady af the whole time but it’s literally not until he litters that Percy is like “something...is Wrong.” this boy I s2g

Percy getting bit by a scorpion is Not A Favorite Moment but the nymphs helping him out was

Percy making his Official Decision to go home for the school year only after Annabeth reveals that he actually did talk her into trying again with her family

I didn’t mean to write out a summary of the whole damn book it’s six am listen I’m just feeling nostalgia for the original series in this chili’s tonight

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#the lightning thief #pjo #percy jackson #Annabeth chase #grover underwood #molly mumbles

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aceinacloset · 1 year ago

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A clown obsessed girl ranks all of the different versions of Circus Baby because I have an obsession with her.

I'm ranking every single version of Baby the franchise has created only out of boredom.

I'm ranking them from best to worst.

Topping In at number 1 'Circus Baby'

The OG, the classic, practically perfect in every way, Circus Baby.

She was a very well written antagonist for what I thought was a new story fnaf was building, she was a breath of fresh air from the purple guy and I love it. She was intimidating, calculated, manipulative, and tragic. She was an evil you couldn't help but sympathize with like 'damn I feel bad they went through this shit, I don't condone the murder but…' and best of all nothing about her character was kept hidden or obscured from us, we were given everything and just left to collect it all and judge her on our own, I wish more people would do that with characters. Anyway I really feel this is the best version of Baby you could ever find in this franchise and I love her with all my heart.

Coming in close 2nd, 'Ennard'

Ok ok I know Ennard isn't technically Circus Baby, but she Is apart of Ennard so I'm still counting it. Ennard being second isn't a negative on Ennards part only on the lack of screen time, like give me more fnaf. Other than that Ennard is just as great as Baby. I love their design, love how threatening they are, love how they kill and hide themselves as a person. Ennard is based. I have nothing else to say they are just great, I just wish they got more time in the franchise.

Off to the 3rd is, 'The Plushbaby's'

They are my little gremlin children. Yes I've adopted them, they are mine. I understand some people's dislike of the plushbabys I mean they are basically the modern Balloon Boy to sum, but I found their level in HW strangely fun. The reason they are in 3rd is because I can't believe they would be able to kill me, they are a plushie I could just kick them, I wouldn't, but I could. I love them because they are like tiny little babs, I picture them following CB in a little line, shuffling along behind her. The plushkins in the DLC are also wonderful and made me love the Plushbaby's even more, and the Scrap Plushbaby's are just as adorable.

4 below 3 '8-bit baby'

Just look at her she is babe ❤️🥺.

Lucky number 5 is, 'Scrap Baby'

I really wish I could put her higher on this, but sadly her design can't save her from the terrible writing. I don't know what it is. Something about the way she is written irks me, like there's a pivotal piece missing for her change from SL to 6 to make sense. I feel if her character was kept more consistent with CB or her character change felt more natural and actually shown to us then I would be whistling a different tune, but sadly since this isn't the case she has to get 5th. I still like her just not as much as ones higher on this list.

6 isn't anything to scoff at with, 'Heartsick Baby'

Yeah I'm even adding the AR skins. The skins aren't high on this list because we'll there skins, they ain't got much else going for them except looks. Heartsick Baby as a skin is wonderful, I just kinda wish her bow and arrow was like a crossbow attached to her arm. I feel it would give Scrap Baby claw arm vibes you know.

7 ain't all that bad, 'Broiler Baby'

I like this skin. I just wish more was done with it, you know, like it needed more.

You have now reached the bottom, these are the absolute worst versions of Circus Baby the franchise has created, at least that's how I feel about them at least. I couldn't put one before the other because both of them bring me ungodly amounts of rage when I see them.

Now before I rip into these two I'm here to say if you happen to like these two no hate towards you, and more power to yah. I mean no true harm to you, I'm just a salty person hating a fictional character. That being said

In the pits of hell, 'TFC Baby and Eleanor'

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I cannot describe how frustrating these two are as characters. Maybe it's Eleanor, such an inconsistent and annoying evil that would make William Afton blush, or maybe TFC Baby's frustrating writing that not even Scrap Baby has, or maybe it's the fact neither of these bitches are even Baby. Their origins are completely different or non-existent to Baby's story. No none of these, ok yes these, but these pale in comparison to the main thing that irks me about these two.

These two are the physical manifestations of how I feel the franchise sees and will continue to see Circus Baby as a character, not as a determined, competent, dangerous, yet tragic threat but as a one dimensional sexyfied villain with nothing going for them except about how evil they are. Whether they intentionally made TFC baby sexy or not (let's face it, if it wasn't intentional I wouldn't be talking about it.) doesn't change the fact that they had no reason doing this, let alone to a character that is big enough and thick enough to kick TFC Baby like a football (I already talked about this) and Eleanor is no better She's like even thinner like malnourished thin, and she isn't even CB she's literally just a bitch who stole CB's fit.

Now I would let this slide kinda if at least they were written well, but there not. Eleanor is a one dimensional villain and TFC Baby is a William Afton kiss ass.

I wanted to like these characters 'cause others liked them so that must mean there is something good about them right? I found nothing except more reasons to hate them, again if you like one of these two go off king, queen, or nonbinary bean you keep doing that I'm just gonna stay far away from that.

Also I will not be convinced otherwise, TFC Baby wants what M3gan has.

TFC Baby fell so M3gan could walk on her corpse and strut to the end.

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