#lets just say... these siblings are alike in more ways than either of them know =)
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Yeah I think I'll just make a separate blog for this stuff now... but in the meantime!
Look! It's a kid! They're having fun! They have their tongue out! They're winking! They're being silly!
Surely nothing bad would happen to them, right?
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You wouldn't hurt them, would you?
...
Would you?
Would you hurt them?
Are you sure you wouldn't?
W O U L D Y O U ?
W H Y ' D . . . Y O U . . . D O . . . I T . . . ?
Anyways! Credit to @howlonomy once again! I hope you enjoyed... whatever the fuck this is!
#undertale yellow#uty#undertale yellow clover#uty clover#pixel art#ok look. this was the only way i could justify (heh) showing these at the same time#i think i pulled it off well with the unsettling feeling#oh right. design elements for the clovers#fun fact. they take from their moms from the original au in both versions of their pose#the ceroba stuff is incredibly obvious#yes they have their arm in front of them like their genocide variant#but its more of like a chest bump meaning/vibe here#instead of the 'i want to [freak]ing kill you' vibe of the other#because this is just a friendly spar! theyre not here to kill you!#and martlets is really only the right arm#specifically HER right arm in her snowdin fights#i plan on having their geno right arm move just like hers :]#the is a subconscious thing from them btw. having three people contribute to your new body/dna does that to ya#the only thing from star in battle animations is when they take out their gun#they do a little gun spin before pointing it at you#that or just take it out when they... well saying that would be a bit of a spoiler#i have so many plans for animations#and as for corrupted clover...#if you look closely. they have an evil grin!#because you know how flowey is with his psychological torture#the random lines are vines because flowey tries/tried to control them#and the droopy stuff is... well...#lets just say... these siblings are alike in more ways than either of them know =)#we love giving kids deep and long lasting trauma that even therapy cant help <3#oh. and the eye being stationary and the soul are just cuz i thought itd be cool :]
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Gen. Sevika HCs (& Romantic!)
Brainstorming little thoughts on big mama to help me characterize her for a story i wanna write!
She is actually very slow to anger, itâs just that Jinx is very gifted at pushing her buttons and sheâs been dealing with Silco letting it slide for years. Itâs part of what makes her such a scary opponent in a fight, she (usually) never loses her composure.
And on that note, i feel so bad that poor bbg had to lose most of her fights for the plot, especially in S1 đ she definitely helped train Vi a little when she was younger
She's Silco's right hand in all ways. Whether someone needs to be beat down or a hand needs to be shook, Sevika is equipped in body and mind. Her physical presence lends itself well to subtle intimidation when she's cutting Silco's deals. Her default isn't to direct, brutish threatening actually, she avoids fights where she can especially as she gets older.
She's a very thoughtful person, spending a lot of time within her own mind or picking apart other people's. She's not as direct as Silco, who pushes people's buttons to get a sense of how their mind works, she just intently observes them. Honestly, she gives me similar vibes to Arthur Morgan in temperament the more I think about it. Honorable version, of course.
Continuing on her thoughtful trait, she had to learn to be very intuitive about people's emotions to avoid the wrath of her step-father. She appreciated her dad too late, spending more time butting heads with him than realizing how alike they truly were; so goes the theme of eldest daughters, though.
I imagine her as being very timid as a child. Not quite meek, but she wasn't as brash as teen Vi. She toughened up out of necessity, per the usual for kids growing up in Zaun, in order to defend her younger siblings (she has two) from her step dad once her father died.
Her father died in a mining accident. They never found his body, and even now sometimes Sevika hopes that he'll walk through the door and just⊠forgive her, for everything she has and hasn't done.
She was also pretty slight as a kid until about seventeen, where she proceeded to shoot up to 6'1" and started putting on muscle when Vander took her in under his wing. Her step dad never put his hands on her or her younger siblings again.
She was always closer to Vander than Silco. It truly did hurt her to turn her back on him, but she couldn't live with the slow death of complacency that he'd chosen for Zaun. She never goes through the process of fully grieving him, she simply pushes forward and carries on.
Romantic
Loyal to you like she's loyal to Zaun. Seriously, this woman doesn't know how to cheat. Not that the other women of Arcane are 'more' likely to cheat, but Sevika is the least likely imo. If she doesn't want you anymore she'll just break it off, anything less is cowardly and she is anything but.
She gets very cuddly and needy when she's tired which is often. She never asks for cuddles, just kinda uses her size to her advantage and pins you on the couch while she squeezes you like a stuffed toy.
"Mm⊠stop whinin', just five minutesâŠ" She'll relent if you actually don't wanna be smothered, but unless you express that, you're hers until she says otherwise.
Calls you 'baby', 'sweetheart' and 'princess' the most. The last one started as a jab for either giving her attitude or being prissy, until she realized the flush on your face wasn't from anger. To others, she refers to you as her girl or says things like "no, me and the lady got plans" or "i promised the lady I'd be home on time Silco, you wanna piss her off too?"
Definitely got more where these all came from, lmk if you'd like me to continue!
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For the Family Day interactions: Hey there, Najma! Wow, you're just as pretty in person! I can't believe you and Jamil are siblings. He's usually so aloof but you're so much fun to talk to and hang around with! Say, why don't we exchange numbers? That way, we can still chat after today.
Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.
"Hehe~ Did you hear that, Jamil?" Najma demanded, giving her older brother a playful shove. "They said I'm pretty and fun to talk and hang out with, unlike you."
He frowned in that way you were so familiar with. His face and Najma's were striking similar--of course, because they were of the same flesh and blood. The flat shape of their eyes, irises the color of a storm about to set in, the slope of their noses, the slight curve to their upper lips. But you'd sooner perish than call Jamil pretty in front of him.
"There is nothing wrong with being aloof," he grumbled. "And don't let one person's compliments go to your head! Vanity can be an ugly thing."
"Wow, can you believe this guy?" Najma feigned surprise, her mouth forming an O. "He's so jealous I got praised that he has to go and immediately shut me down."
"I am reminding you to stay humble," Jamil corrected.
She rolled her eyes. "You're so right about us, we're nooothing alike."
"That's one thing we can agree on."
I don't think either one of them sees the irony in this... They're way more alike than they care to realize.
You shyly offered your phone to Najma. "Ah, so about exchanging numbers... Would that be okay with you?"
"Sure! I'd love to keep in touch." She reached for your phone, only for Jamil to jut an arm in her path. "Hey, what gives?!"
"Absolutely not. You shouldn't be handing your phone number over to someone you've met a total of... what, twice?"
"Killjoy," Najma muttered under her breath.
"... In any case, if there's a message you'd like to communicate to Najma in the future, you can inform me and I will pass the message along to her. That's a far safer method than you being granted unfettered access to one another. Who knows what weird things you'd discuss?"
"Maybe we want a chill space where we can chat without an annoying big brother micromanaging us." Najma stuck out her tongue at him. "Ever think of that?"
"Hey, don't act immature...! I'm only doing what's best for you."
"Who's the immature one here?! As if I need your protection!"
"Ahahah..."
Jamil and Najma really are birds of a feather. Or would that be snakes of a scale?
#twst#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#Jamil Viper#Najma Viper#NRC Family Day#Reader#self insert#twst interactions#twisted wonderland interactions#twst imagines#twst scenarios#twisted wonderland scenarios#twisted wonderland imagines
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Montagues and Quaritches alike
Lo'ak x human!Reader
part 2
prt1->prt3(wip)
tawtute- human, skxwang- moron
Warnings- injury to reader but not described super in-depth.
You never got an answer when it came to that question of why help you, what you did know is that it came very much in handy. For instance when you ventured out into the forest once more and had been targeted by a small group viperwolf while foraging in the dark.
Should you had known better than to wander at night, yes, but to be fair your father had been running you into the ground with training lately. Something about making their first move soon. Either way it left little time for yourself and you just couldnât stay away from the forest for too long. Plus it just wouldnât have felt right to go without warning Loâak.
Though it probably felt better than the gash that youâd received from one of those damn dogs.
âShitt.â Youâd hissed out, the pain was quick to set in after the adrenaline had worn off. Pulling up your pant leg revealed a cut that wrapped from your ankle to the inside of your calf. How were you gonna explain that to your father?
âWhat the hell is wrong with you? Dumb sky people, why would you come out here at night knowing how dangerous it is.â Loâak was crouched to where youâd let your leg stretch out in front of you. He reached out grabbing behind your leg to lift it up to get a better look. âItâs not too deep, you won't need to be closed up, but you ll need dressing to make sure you donât get infected.â HE said after a few seconds of assessing the wound, placing your leg back down gently before standing.
And before you knew it, he was lifting you up bridal style and walking you through the woods. The heat that crept from your neck to your cheeks was involuntary and it had you thanking god for the darkness. Still after a few seconds you squirmed trying release yourself from his grasp.
âPut me down! I can walk. Where are you even taking me? Put me down, LokâYou pushed against his shoulder, but it did nothing and honestly the show of pure strength was doing nothing to aid the redness of your blush.
âThatâs not how you say my name. It Loâak, loâak. Not lok.â He shot you a disgruntled look for a moment. âAnd no, you need dressings, and I cannot take you to your own people, but I can take you one of mine.â At that panic shit through your body.
âNo, no, Put me down, I canât- they canât know I'm here, put me down!âÂ
âCalm down Tawtute, for eywas sake don't you think I know that. Itâs just my sister be calm.â He said, patience growing thin for your constant movement against his chest and arms. You're not heavy by any means, but still no one wants to fight with someone theyâre trying to help. âNow quite with the moving, you and your human clothes are going to give a rash.âÂ
âBut-âYou tried to refute his help once more but were swiftly silenced by the dirtiest of looks thrown down at you. Fine, you supposed, maybe this wouldnât go totally horrible.
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âWhat the fuck Loâak, that-thatâs a person! What are you doing holding a person, oh my god, dads gonna kill you!â Or not.
âShut up Kiri you skxwang before someone hears you!â He whisper yelled at his sister. You both found her in a different section of the forest. Gathering plants of some kind like you had been the first time around.Â
âSomeone should hear me what?! You brought one of those people here!âÂ
âShut up Kiri, sheâs not gonna do anything I promise, but sheâs hurt and I need your help.â
âMy help?!! You expect me to help one them, are you out of your-â
The siblings began to argue in hushed Naâvi, leaving you to lay awkwardly in Loâak arms. Eventually you found yourself analyzing Kiri, She didnât look much like Loâak at all, except for of course the common denominator of them being blue and tall. She was a girl that could be it, but still. Before you could think about it too much Loâaks voice cut through the air sharp, still in Naâvi to your disappointment.
âItâs eywas will, there was a sign.â At that Kiri stopped her fighting with him, her eyes moving from him to where you sat in his arms, squinting in question. Moving closer to you both, eyes boring into your own as she did so. Eventually coming to stand before you, pressing her large palm to your forehead.
âUh-â You donât get to question her not before she's pulling back eyes widening slightly before she sighs exasperated.Â
âFine. Stay here I shall go gather the supplies I need. Raise her leg.â Kiri instructs her brother before disappearing into the foliage.Â
âCan you put me down now?â
âTsk, are all tawtute as difficult as you?â He sucks his teeth at you, finally setting you down on a stone nearby, stepping away from second to grab a small piece of fallen wood. âRaise your leg.â You move on autopilot letting him place it under your leg before you are allowed to bring it down once more.Â
âI am not difficult.â You snapping out of your stupor to rebuttal.
â âput me down. lockâ âlock what are you doing!â âi can walk, lokââ Loâaks voice raises in pitch and his hands move up to clutch his chest while the other falls over his forehead dramatically. A surprised laugh leaves your mouth.
âI do not sound like that! And you said thatâs not how you say your name?!â You laugh as you speak though you can't bring yourself to feel as offended as you try to sound.
âUh yet it is Tawtute, listen to yourself.â He rolls his eyes with a smile. âAnd that's not how you say my name, but it is how you say it.â A cheeks smile spreads across his face and all you can do is laugh and sticking your tongue out at him.
You continue on with childish banter until Kiri returns and once she does an awkward blanket of silence falls across you.
âItâs um a pleasure to meet you,â you introduce yourself and Kiri simply nods eyes darting up between you and Loâak before she kneels next to the slash on your legs. Setting the basket she returned with beside her.
She pulls out a few bowls and rags. You dips a clean rag into a bowl of water wiping the gash clean of all dirt and debris before uncovering the two other bowls. Dipping two fingers into the separate ointment spreading them on and around the wound. After that she reached in to pull a few bandages out of the basket, wrapping around them the cut.Â
âYou must take these with you, and redress the wound every morning and night. If it starts to burn red tell Loâak to bring you back to me.â She tells you now that sheâs finished dressing the wound. Placing the two bowls back into her woven basket and setting it next to your figure. Eyes darting between the both of you again she speaks once more. âHow did you two meet.â
âHe wanted to kill me.â
âHey! Thatâs not fair you tried to kill me back!â Loâakâs neck snaps to face you and you chuckle at his defense.Â
âHe started it though.â You continue on a smirk playing on your lips as you shoot him an amused look for a moment. âFinished it of course.â
âThe fact that the both of you stand here alive tells me neither of you finished anything.â Kiri tuts as us both, effectively wiping the smirk of your mouth and Loâak simply rolls his eyes.
âDon't listen to her, she couldnât kill a dead fish.â He stands waving off Kiri and she glares at him.
âI wouldnât have to kill it if it was a dead dumbass.â
âShut up!â He whips his hair over his shoulder not bothering to turn around at her rebuttal. Simply flipping her off over his shoulder before bending down to pick you up once more. âTell Mom and Dad I went out for a walk, I hate to put her back.â
âPut me back? Iâm a person Loâak not a thing.â You correct him, not even bothering to shove him off as he lifts you up once more. Letting the basket of ointment hang on his elbow.
âHey you said my name right!â He doesn't bother in acknowledging your statement, only the correct pronunciation. Bouncing you in his arms a bit clearly pleased with you. Yousimply roll your eyes with a smile and wave softly at Kiri.
âBye Kiri.â You say and she says nothing in return, but she does offer a small grin and wave in return.
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You donât let Loâak take you all the way to the compound guiding him 3/4ths of the way before deciding this is close enough. He fights a bit with you but in the end admits defeat, setting you down making sure you're fine to walk about a hundred times before saying his goodbye. Though before he leaves he presses a dagger to your hand.
âWhat-â
âUse it only if you need to. And donât ever come out at night again.â He says and the words are firm and heavy in the air.
âI canât take this Loâak itâs yours.â You tried to push the dagger back to him but he refused, placing it in your free hand and curling your fingers around the handle.Â
âShut up and listen.â The words do their job in silencing you. âI wouldnât feel good if you got hurt and since you're too stubborn to let me take you back you will take this. You understand?â
âI understand.â The words are quiet and his eyes soften once he registers your acceptance of the weapon.
âGood, now go.â You simply and start the way back to the compound. You make it back within twenty minutes. Unnoticed by the guards or your father, sliding the basket into the vent above your bed along with the dagger Loâak had pressed to your palm.
~~~
Loâak would also stay unnoticed it seemed, not by guards or your father, but by you. Staying in the trees following as you made your way back.Â
Heâd tried to go home after watching you walk away, but he couldnât. Not when he knew what threats lay within these woods. Only making his way home after youâd slipped past the walls and he could no longer reach you.
And maybe knowing you were safe and alive cause of him made the speech he received from his parents worth it.
âââââ
Sorry this is so late my loves school is kicking my ass
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through the hourglass 286. brb x oc
a/n: no Brad in this one but there will be plenty next chapter :) (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)
pairing: plus size!oc x rooster
warnings: none uwu
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The twins looked like a perfect mix of Beatrice and Rooster. While Nikki was leaning more towards her father, her siblings made sure to mix the dna just right to make everyone wonder who looked more like either parent.
Gavinâs hair was more wavy now, leaning to Beatriceâs chestnut color while Aurora remained a blonde, albeit a bit darker than when she was born. It wasnât surprising considering Roosterâs mother was a blonde too. Beatrice couldnât believe she was taking the twins home, finally, and she tried so hard not to cry when she placed them on the little booster seats, right next to Nicoleâs.
Shells was kind enough to drive Beaâs jeep to the hospital, she knew her friend was on a pile of nerves and seeing how the brunette just covered her face with both hands to cry a little bit, she did the right thing. Nicole was on Shellsâ arms, furrowing her tiny brows when she noticed her motherâs crying, âMamaâŠâ she reaches for Beatrice, and Shells steps closer so she could touch her shoulder.
âYour oldest is worried.âShells smiles sweetly, then gently rubs Beatriceâs shoulder, âItâs over babes, they are going home now.â
Beatrice nodded, her tears drying as she took a deep breath to regain her composure the best way that she could. She knew Shells was right. It was a moment to celebrate, and she couldn't let her emotions overwhelm her. âI know.â she whispers, âIâm justâŠitâs been a long time coming.â
âSure has.â
Bea picked Nicole from Shells, kissing the little girlâs forehead before she placed her on her own seat. The second the toddler was latched, all three of them shared looks. Nicole looked at Gavin who in turn looked back at Aurora and then the two focused on their older sister.
âBaby!â Nicole points, giggling a bit, âBaby!â
âYep, they are your baby siblings.â Beatrice says, wiping her eyes again and leaning against the car to keep herself together, âFuck, it is over now.â she says, looking back at Shells who thumbed the carâs keys, waiting for her to drive away, â...thank you for doing this,Shells.â
Shells smiled warmly at Bea, rubbing her upper back,"You're welcome, Bea. I'm here for you, always. Now, ready to go home?â
Beatrice nodded, her heart brimming with gratitude âYeah,ready.â She climbed into the passengerâs seat, her precious cargo safely secured in the back as Shells sat on the driverâs, turning the jeep on and waiting until the engine purred to life.
âDamn, your car isâŠâ the blonde chuckles, âLike the wife of Roosterâs Bronco.âÂ
âHm?â
âOh, come on, they even look alike.â she says, slowly driving away from the hospital, âI swear, you two keep being disgustingly cute.â
Beatrice smiles, almost confusedly, she neverâŠwell, she never saw her jeep that way, â...well, it is one way of seeing it.â she says as she leans back against the seat, âIt does look a little bit like the Bronco.â
âI know, thatâs why I said it.â Shells chuckled, paying attention as she drove off, âHow are the little ones doing back there?â
"They do look a lot like a little army back there," Shells remarked, casting a fond glance at the rearview mirror. "Rooster's got quite the crew, doesn't he?"
Beatrice chuckled, her gaze still lingering on her children. "I never thought I'd see the day when I'd be driving my own little squad home. It's surreal." she pauses, âWell,sort of since you are uh,driving us.â
Shells grinned, her eyes on the road. "You deserve this, Bea. You two have been through shit together, itâs time for some relaxation."
"Yeah," Beatrice agreed, her voice quiet. "I can't wait to see the look on Rooster's face when he sees them all together."
Shells gave her a sly smile. "Speaking of which, did you talk to him?â
Beatrice blinked, then sighed softly, âWellâŠnot in video but we did text each other.â she says, âThis deployment isâŠnot giving him a lot of time to talk to me which I understand. He knows that today I was going to bring the twins home though.â Beatriceâs eyes move to the outside,watching as the buildings and trees become a multicolored blur.
The twins in the backseat were peacefully asleep, and Nicole had dozed off after some playful giggles, clearly too tired to pay even more attention to the common surroundings. The Jeep cruised along the familiar route, with Beatrice lost in her thoughts and Shells occasionally glancing over at her friend.
âItâs alright,I wasnât able to talk to Bob that much either.â Shells shrugs, âItâs all good,babes.â
"Thank you, Shells.â the brunette replies, still smiling, âI justâŠwell,I do wish he was home to see them, you know?â
âI know.â
âButâŠitâll be only three months and itâll go by so fast.â
Shells reached out to give Beatrice's hand a reassuring squeeze. "You got it, babes, besides you can always talk to Mav if you needâŠI dunno, to know something more maybe? Just think about it this way: the babies are home and you can sleep in peaceâŠalso, today is your weekend off, you donât have to go to the Hard Deck tonight.â
"You're right," Beatrice admitted with a small smile. "Having the babies home is a blessing, and I can't wait to spend time with them. I'll definitely talk to Mav if I have questions.â she says, âI doubt heâd have anything else to share, but heâs Roosterâs uncle, it helps with the familiarity.â
Shells grinned, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she turns the car towards Beatriceâs street. "Exactly, and a good night's sleep also helps. Normally Iâd tell you to go out with me, but," and she holds up her hand, âI know you want to spend time with the kiddos, so Iâll leave you be.â
âI appreciate that,Shells, thank you.â
Beatrice couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment as she watched the scenery pass by. The twins were nestled snugly in the backseat, sound asleep after their eventful day at the hospital. Aurora had her tiny fingers wrapped around the edge of her brother's blanket, and that was the cutest thing Bea had ever seen.
"They're so peaceful when they're asleep," Beatrice remarked, amazed by her own kids.
She birthed those kids. Like, they came out of her.
Shells glanced at the rearview mirror, her eyes softening as she took in the sight of the sleeping twins. "They really are," she agreed. "It's amazing how much they've grown since I last saw them."
"Yeah, they've changed so much in just a few months," Beatrice said,"I can't believe they're finally home."
"I bet Rooster is going to be over the moon when he sees them," Shells added with a grin.
Beatrice smiled, imagining the joy on her husband's face when he returned from his deployment to find their children at home. "I can't wait to see his reaction. He's been counting down the days until he could hold them again." she says as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, âTheyâll beâŠeven bigger when he comes back. And they alread are kinda big, you know?â
Shells navigated the Jeep onto Beatrice's street nodding in reply to her friendâs words, âI know, they have that long kid body type.â she chuckles, her blue eyes moving around, âAlso, donât worry about me going home. I can call an Uber.â
âShellsââ
âDonât you dare.â the blonde cut her off, âYou donât have to pay me anything,I can also call aunt Penny to pick me up. Sheâd love the change of scenery.âthe garage door slowly opened and Shells leaned back on the driverâs seat, âIâll help you with the babies and the dogs, so you can relax for the rest of the night. Good?â
Beatrice couldn't help but be moved by Shells' kindness. She knew her friend had plans for the night butâŠshe was so glad she chose to stay. Â
"You're a true friend, Shells," Beatrice said, her voice filled with gratitude. "I appreciate your offer, and it would be great to have your help. It's been a long day, and I could use a little break."
Shells flashed a warm smile as she turned off the engine and unbuckled her seatbelt, ready to assist her friend. "Then it's settled. Let's get these little ones inside, and I'll help you with whatever you need."
âThank you,Shells.â
The two friends exited the car and opened the backseat to gently retrieve the sleeping twins from their car seats into the stroller to make it easier to go inside. Nicole woke up from her nap and immediately glued herself to Beaâs leg as she pushed it inside, while Shells busied herself in keeping the dogs at bay.
Since the twins were asleep, Beatrice decided to place them in their cribs - finally the nursery had life in it.Â
Beatrice carefully placed the twins in their cribs, their tiny hands clutching the edges of the soft blankets. She couldn't help but admire the peaceful expressions on their faces as they continued to dream. Aurora and Gavin, much like Nicole, were unbothered in their sleep and just stayed there, comfortable and warm.
As she watched them sleep, she turned on the baby monitor and checked on her phone to see if everything was alright. Once satisfied, she slowly and carefully made her way out of the room. Eleanor,Jack and Jolene were waiting for her outside, the three dogs curious to meet the new family members but Beatrice just told them to wait a little bit.
Shells looked up from where she was seated with Nicole, âAsleep?â
âYep.â
âDamn, sometimes I think we should sleep like babies, at least once.â Shells chuckles, âDo you need help with anything else?â
Beatrice couldn't help but smile at Shells' comment. "Wouldn't that be nice? Just a peaceful nap without a care in the world." She gently stroked Nicole's hair as she waddled up to her. "Actually, there is one thing I could use your help with," Beatrice admitted. "Help me with the laundry? I mean Iâ"
Shells grinned, always ready to jump into action. "Of course, babes. Is everything settled?â
âMhm, itâs all separated.â
âAlrighty, Iâll be right back then.â
Beatrice thanked Shells again as she sits down on the couch, exhaling loudly while bringing Nicole to her chest. The little toddler sat on her motherâs stomach, blinking curiously at her when she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, â...itâs over.âBea whispers to herself, rubbing her face with both hands, âOhhh my God, itâs finally over.â
The house was filled with the comforting sounds of Shells bustling around in the laundry room, the dogs playing in the backyard, and the twins sleeping soundly in their cribs. It was a rare moment of peace in their busy lives, and Beatrice relished it.
Nicole looked ready to take over the role of the older sister andâŠshe didnât seem to be too bothered by the new additions to the family. As she looked down at Nicole, who was snuggled against her, she couldn't help but smile at the sight of her daughter's head pressed to her heart.
Shells returned from the laundry room with a basket full of freshly folded clothes, she placed the basket on the coffee table and took a seat beside Beatrice. "Laundry's done," she announced. "What can I do to help next?"
Beatrice appreciated Shells' willingness to lend a hand. "Thank you for all your help, Shells. I think we're good for now. I should probably sleep or something.â she says, holding Nicole to her chest, âI amâŠreally tired.â
âThatâs fair babes, you want me to lock the door with my spare?â
âCan you?â Beaâs tiredness is taking over, âIâd appreciate it so much.â
Shells nodded with a warm smile, tossing the keys and grabbing them mid air. "Of course, I'll lock up for you. You go get some well-deserved rest.â
Beatrice mustered a grateful smile, her fatigue evident in her eyes. "Thank you, Shells. I appreciate your help more than I can express."
She sputtered while waving her hand. "You don't have to thank me, Bea. Friends are there for each other, and I'm always here for you. Now, go get some rest, and I'll make sure everything's in order."
With a final nod of appreciation, Beatrice headed to her bedroom, her steps heavy with fatigue. She couldn't wait to finally rest, sleep and justâŠenjoy the fact her kids were homeâŠthat is until she heard the knock on the door.
She groans but Shells replies with âDonât worry,Iâll get it!â she hears the door open followed by Shells clearly unamused tone of âNo sheâs tired right now, can I help you Miranda?â
Beatriceâs eyes snapped open.
âNot her, God not her, not now.â she groans, burying her face on Nicoleâs neck and sighing the cotton flower shampoo on her daughterâs hair, âGod,I canât handle her right now, that womanâŠis soâŠweird. Why is she like this?â
Miranda's presence always seemed to come at the most inconvenient times.Â
From her bedroom, Beatrice could faintly hear the muffled conversation between Shells and Miranda. Shells' tone remained âpoliteâ, but her words were undoubtedly laced with a sense of exasperation. Beatrice wasn't sure what had brought Miranda to her doorstep this time, but she had learned to expect the unexpected when it came to her neighbor.
She could barely figure out what was being said besides Shellsâ unenthusiastically âuh huhâ âsureâ âyeahâ before the door finally closed. She hadnât noticed she was holding her breath until she heard that sound.
Shells footsteps walked up and she appeared by the door, holding a piece of paper, âYouâve been invited to a Halloween Party.â
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Part of me knows that Worldbuilding should, for the most part, take a backseat to Storytelling, especially in a tightly packed series like Arcane.
The other part of me wants DESPERATELY to know more about the Firelights and their culture.
Brainworms under cut.
I say *culture* specifically, because for all intents and purposes they are not a gang - they're a society. These people have children, presumably partners and siblings, families of their own.
I wonder if it's a "It Takes A Village" sort of situation - all the kids being raised by all the adults simultaneously. I think that would make the most sense, given how some of the kids are definitely rescued orphans. Given that Ekko himself was adopted by Benzo, I think he'd definitely give priority to ensuring that they're saving kids and that those kids are treated well and taken care of.
And it's clear that even the kids respect him as a leader, but to what extent? Do they know him as a king that they have to obey, or is he more of an older brother figure? I'm inclined to say the latter - we see a bunch of kids together looking up at Ekko and Vi, and they greet each-other in a very friendly and relaxed manner.
I mean there's clearly respect for Ekko in kids and adults alike - they all do as he says, with even a slight head tilt being interpreted as a command, no questions asked - but I feel this is more of a faith in his intellect and leadership, rather than any kind of intimidation. Friendship seems to be at the heart of the dynamic, given how Ekko reacts to one of the Firelights dying, as well as the interactions we see between him and Scar (what with the hand clasping, and Scar immediately taking Ekko's weight when he sees his busted leg).
And Scar in general is an interesting case. In the scene with the kids, we see that Scar is seemingly looking after them, and one of the kids is presumably his own. This either lends some credibility to the "everyone takes care of all the kids" idea, or suggests that Scar is just going around adopting a bunch of kids personally, Vander-style. We can assume these kids aren't just his own kid's friends, since his is just a baby.
Now, it's very clear that one of the most important parts of their culture is art - there's paintings everywhere, the most important one being the big mural, but also their coats have drawn-on designs and even their masks are presumably hand-crafted. I have to wonder what sort of significance *artists* themselves have, and by extension how jobs are distributed.
(A small tangent: I love the mural and all it represents, and I absolutely LOVE that despite Vander being a more prominent figure in the undercity's history (and the viewer's mind), it's actually Benzo who is at the center of it. It's a tribute to the individuals they lost, not a documentation of History. Of course the leader's own father would take the biggest spot (though Vander is also a big presence in it)
We only really see a few Firelights on patrol, which makes sense - some are children, some would presumably be too old or sick or injured to fight. This leads me to think that while everyone probably has some fighting experience, not everyone is expected to be out on the field. Art is likely a recreational activity as well, but I wouldn't be surprised if those that can't or don't want to fight are instead busy building, sewing clothes, making masks, painting - I'd imagine there's a designated medic as well. Everyone plays their part to the extent that they can. (Of course the notion of any monetary compensation being given or expected is absurd - there is absolutely no way Ekko would let anyone go without necessities. Capitalism would only bring them closer to the classic mindset he clearly hates.)
So then I wonder - what about the food? I'm sure some is stolen, and I have to imagine they buy some too (along with medicine), but how about the money? Again, stealing from the rich (both Zaunities and Pilties) is definitely on the table, but I wonder if any of the Firelights have jobs in the undercity, bringing in profit that can then be used to buy essentials from the smaller establishments without hurting them.
And then, is any food actually grown? They're occupying one of the few places in the undercity that seems to have fertile soil, and while we aren't really shown this, I can't imagine they wouldn't at least try to grow some fruit or vegetables. I wonder if there's little gardens, if not outright farms, to help support themselves.
This is more of a loose one, but given that the city was founded by a late teens/young adult (however old Ekko may have been he's clearly still very young), I imagine they - especially the kids born and raised there - are probably developing their own unique slang and gestures. There's even a suggestion of this, with the kids greeting Vi and Ekko by holding up their hands in a specific gesture (kind of like the Star Trek Vulcan Salute Thingie). I mean if this had been one of them, I'd brush it off, but if memory serves at least two kids are shown doing this.
I, I dunno. I'm not really getting at anything, here. I just find the idea of an organized, moneyless, society-centric culture run by young adults and kids that will stop at nothing to change the world - but are STILL KIDS that value fun and freedom - absolutely fascinating.
I fuckin love Ekko.
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Is there a Totem Force romance guide? I need help getting with Lani and Mirebell...if that is her real name.
There's one on the CoG forum, but I'll copy it out over here, too:
Kay Tennyson: One of your best friends for the last few years. Kay is strong, tough, and determined to do the right thing, no matter what. (Note: Kay is the most moral character, and if you act in too villainous a manner, she wonât like it.)
Sammy Siegel: Your other best friend from childhood. Sammy is intelligent, but rather lazy, although he can get obsessive if he finds something that truly interests him. (Note: Sammy craves attention. Even negative attention is better than being ignored, although heâd certainly prefer positive attention.)
Anara Datka: Your classmate (and potential rival/crush). Anara is the principalâs daughter and her sterling academic record is proof of this.
Chi Ikonnia: Another classmate (and potential rival/crush). Chi is the son of the town mayor, and is an easygoing, friendly young man, whoâs both a star athlete and a member of the school drama club. (Note: Chi and Anara are reasonably easy to date; just don't be a jerk to them.)
Phil Tennyson: Kayâs older brother. A martial artist like his sister, although even more dedicated. (Note: when romancing Phil, it is recommended to take martial arts lessons from him. The alternative should not be impossible, but it will be much harder.)
Lani Kawaii: The class president. She terrifies teachers and students alike, is rumoured to have mob connections, and has the largest collection of pink stuffed animals in the world. (Note: Lani prefers it when you stand up to her, but without making yourself or her look stupid. She also prefers less moral characters.)
More detailed Lani romance advice:
When you visit Lani to ask her out in Episode 6, just kiss her; donât say âI want you!â Most of the time, she should agree to date you. If you have a very low score with her, she might still turn you down, but you can avoid this by being antagonistic to her in previous encounters (e.g. calling her a âfrinking witchâ, telling her to âshut the frink upâ), but donât actually make fun of her (e.g. âjokinglyâ claiming to be the superhero, or suggesting that itâs Lani herself).
Itâs also possible to get with Lani by being with someone else (especially Sammy), and letting her kiss you at the partyâŠ
Also, in Episode 11, you can visit her mansion, threaten to hurt her, select all of the above, and agree to make it a permanent thing.
In Episode 12, various factors (including her relationship stat, how villainous you are, and whether you visited her in the previous chapters) can make Lani get bored of you. In that case, insist to see her, and agree to fight for her. In the âdateâ, if youâre too nice, she may tire of you also, but you can still succeed by replying âFrink youâ or âdo I have to be your thug?â
In Episode 13, if Sammyâs alive: on the Man route, if you either forgive Sammy or choose not to work for Lani, then she will dump you. Likewise, on the other two routes, she will automatically dump you based on various factors (the simplest way to avoid this is to have dated her in Episode 12). If Sammyâs âdeadâ, both of these are skipped.
Ryu Yoshida: A mysterious rival who seems to hate everything and everyone except his sibling Akira. He has a burning need to prove himself, although he doesnât seem to know who to. (Note: in order to romance Ryu, you need to convince him of the Power of Friendship. Beating him the second time you fight helps, but shouldnât be mandatory.)
More detailed Ryu romance advice Ryuâs visible relationship stat is (at first) fake. It represents how he thinks he should feel about you, not actually how he does feel about you. His real relationship stat is raised by choosing the overly-sappy, Power of Friendship style options (e.g. running to Kay after heâs beaten her). In order to romance Ryu, you need to get him to accept his true feelings. (Note: technically you can get this if you tried to blind Akira in Episode 3, but itâs far easier if you didnât.)
The first time you can do this is Episode 6. Beat him in the fight, and then either offer him your hand to help him up or collapse next to him (both options will require high relationship and/or Power of Friendship). If you have succeeded, Ryu will briefly turn up at the party, although you canât actually date him yet. (Note: there is a possible kiss in Episode 6, but itâs not required.)
The next point is Episode 11. Go see him and Akira. You can talk to Akira first, ask them what itâs like living with Ryu, and then when you do meet him, tease him for being younger than Akira, and then ask why you canât be friends. Or you can go directly to Ryu, ask him how he ended up the way he did, and then say they donât need to do it alone. (Both require a less villainous character, or good Ryu relationship, although the latter can use Power of Friendship, instead.) If you have succeeded, youâll be able to ask Ryu out right away. Heâll refuse, but if you return in Episode 12, heâll agree.
Note: You have to go out with Ryu in Episode 12 to activate the romance. He will state that itâs ânot a dateâ, but that means nothing. What is important is that if you watch Space Story, when Ryu leaves, follow him. At the end of the date, kiss him. At the end of the episode, after youâve both been taken into Akiraâs mind, donât attack. Finally, if you join with the army in Episode 13, thereâs a chance he will leave you.
Mirabelle: An even-more-mysterious blonde girl who seems to be keeping an eye on you. (Note: Mirabelleâs romance only really begins in Episode 12. As long as you met her at the party, just choose to spend the day alone and sheâll find youâŠ)
Akira Yoshida: Ryuâs hyperactive-acting sibling; they prioritise having fun over almost anything else, although their definition of âfunâ is a little skewed. (Note: Akira is not technically romanceable. They are asexual and while not completely aromantic, they arenât interested in starting anything right now. You can hang out with them in Episode 12 instead of actually dating them, however.)
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Triplets continued
Ok even longer post I'm writing this somewhere else lol
Joe- possibly my fav
I feel like Joe is the kindest and most sociable of the triplets. Although he doesn't have another supporting character in his movie, the way he interacts with the others says a LOT, he goes out of his way to talk and just be friendly. He even ends up staying at the bartender's place. He shows how he Builds relationships with people Manco and blondie might have said a quick word to.
He also smiles a lot >0<
I can tell if he did have another person, he'd be playful and easy to get along with.
He definitely doesn't like people disrespecting him or his horse lol, he drags out the fight and gives the guys a chance to redeem themselves, shooting them just as they start to shoot. He definitely drags it out which makes him seem silly, doing the same when he fights Ramon, teasing him with remarks like "Shoot for the heart Ramon, or you'll never kill me" "The heart Ramon"
He goes out of his way to help a ton he had been in town for less than 10 minutes! He makes up this whole plan to kill one side then to join the other nd turn them against eachother for a final battle. We can see he doesn't do it for money either, because after he learns of the woman's dilemma, he risk his life to put her and her family back together and give them all the money he earns because ...
"I knew someone like you once and there was No one to help."
(His own mother perhaps?)
Then he goes back into town, gets beat and refuses to leave permanently until he kills Ramon and saves the town.
What a cool guy! Definitely a Drifter with a cowboy complex, which could be correct as he was kinda the first "Anti-Hero" in a western, not good nor bad and the first Sergio did!
Sergio and Clint definitely nailed the final one with Blondie.
Manco-
Slightly more difficult because he and blondie are more alike.
He is more talkative than blondie and less talkative than Joe.
But he is more BOLD, the way he finds out who Col.Mortimer is and immediately decides to force him to leave town. When that doesn't work he punches him and then tries to intimidate him by shooting his hat.
And while it took some time he got involved with personal matters too, while it wasn't deciding to help an entire town, he got to know Mortimer and decides to help out with his final battle, bringing up their partnership when all is done, like he expected the two of them to ride off together.
He's definitely not afraid to make threats at possible danger and when time to kill he doesn't take much time talking before he shoots. He seems to get in physical fight as equally gunfights, according to how well he fights in the beginning of the movie (like three karate chops happened) and then punching the colonel.
He definitely doesn't care if someone he threatens is good or bad, young or old, as long as the thing gets done and the information is told. Making him more abrasive than his other siblings, he does whatever he wants to get whatever he wants.
Having a soft spot for Mortimer makes him seem softer however, helping him in the final battle. I think he likes the way Mortimer holds himself up. He's respectable yet dangerous. He definitely does what he wants to get what he wants Aswell, but he holds his head up high in doing so, making him endearing to Manco. Of course Manco is impatient and likes things done quickly and effectively unlike Joe, giving him and Mortimer something to bicker about.
Also the reason why he would probably hate tuco . Unlike blondie, he seems to outwardly hate things that annoy/Test him and as I said more abrasive, Which would make him more reactive to tucos antics, because of course he's not going to let some guy insult him or whatever. Manco thinks he's annoying, messy, stupid, ect. He'd try to kill him after they first met, hah.
Blondie-
The epitome of Western Drifter, Lone wolf. Yet somehow he is the Good!
He is the least sociable out of the bunch and doesn't talk much and he doesn't get visibly angry or upset.
While he does a few kind things like blow up the bridge for the general and give his cigarette to the dying man his bad actions even them out.
He leaves Tuco stranded in the desert 70 miles from town because "I feel a man like you can make it" He just abandoned Tuco for no reason!
Unless it was because he missed his shot, That would make him the most prideful out of the three, he doesn't like to be wrong, especially in front of someone like Tuco, who at fhe start he proably assumed lesser than himself. It's his own way of being upset.
Like his brother Manco, he definitely only grows close to a few people and that person happens to be Tuco!
After Tuco gets his rightful revenge on him, he definitely mellows out about Tuco and is kinder to him, like offering his cigarette after overhearing the brothers' convo.
And When he inquires Angel eyes about tuco after hearing he was being beaten up as the song played. He definitely likes how loud and dangerous Tuco is and enjoys putting up with him because he's equally as petty and messy. While never fully trusting him, he definitely preferred him over the cold hearted Angel eyes.
Yet still hangs him at the end of the movie and sets him free, soo very petty lol.
I rambled about and blondie too much!!
He's definitely the most complex out of the three.
He doesn't kill for right or wrong he kills because he has too, every situation he kills is called for, he never goes out of his way to kill for somebody (Joe) or kill -or at least try too- Just for the sake of getting something out of it. (Manco)
He obviously didn't have a goal at first. Something about how he and tuco played scammers instead of just bounty hunting. Not liking to work hard, just wanting to take an easy way out?
He probably doesn't think about it too hard, he kills the living sometimes. That seems to be it for him.
That seems to be it for now I guess! I love all of them equally!! Just my take on them being triplets haha.
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Daughter of Poseidon: The Lightning Thief
âeven the gods have to bow to fateâ
Chapter Summary: A simple game of deadly capture the flag turns into the worst day of Cassie's life.
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We Capture A Flag
Believe it or not, the next few days were normal. Normal in the sense that I settled into a routine, not the getting lessons from satyrs, nymphs, and a centaur.
Each morning Percy and I took Ancient Greek from Annabeth, and we talked about the gods and goddesses in the present tense, which was kind of weird. Annabeth was right about our dyslexia: Ancient Greek wasn't that hard for me to read. At least, no harder than English. After a couple of mornings, even Percy could stumble through a few lines of Homer without too much headache.
The rest of the day, we'd both rotate through outdoor activities, looking for something to be good at. Chiron tried to teach us archery, but we found out pretty quickly that we weren't any good with a bow and arrow. He didn't complain, even when he had to de-snag a stray arrow out of his tail.
Foot racing? Not good either. The wood-nymph instructors and Hermes kids left us in the dust. And wrestling? Forget it. Despite my protests, Percy wouldn't let me go anywhere near the mat with Clarisse. I was left watching from the sidelines as she beat the snot out of my brother as the other Ares kids cheered her on. Markus seemed to be the only one of them that didn't seem to delight in my brother's public humiliation, but he rarely seemed interested in anything at all other than those knives and daggers he constantly was tossing and playing around with.
The only thing we really excelled at was canoeing, and that wasn't the kind of heroic godlike skill that they created myths about.
I knew the senior campers and counselors were watching us both, trying to decide who our dad was, but they weren't having an easy time of it. The fact that we weren't half-siblings, as far as I know, wasn't helping anyone. Apparently, It was rare for siblings to have the same godly parent. But Percy and I looked too alike to be half-siblings. Plus, my mom had only talked about just one guy my entire life.
Either way, I began to rule out our potential fathers. As freakin crazy as that sounds. We both weren't as strong as the Ares kids, or as good at archery as the Apollo kids. I definitely didn't have Hephaestus's skill with metalwork orâgods forbid, Percy statedâDionysus's way with vine plants.Â
Luke tried to treasure us that we might be a child of Hermes, a kind of jack-of-all-trades, master of none. But I knew he was just trying to make us feel better. He really didn't know what to make of us either.
Regardless, I was actually starting to like camp. I was comforted by the morning fog over the beach, the smell of hot strawberry fields in the afternoon, and even the weird noises of monsters in the woods at night. Which was really not that different from the noise in the city. I would eat dinner with my brother and cabin eleven, scrape part of my meal into the fire, and speak to my dad. Day after day, a quick plea to just tell us who he is. Nothing came. Just a warm feeling that Percy talked about sometimes, the memory of his smile. I had never really cared about it before but, to be in the place where he wanted us to go... knowing who he was seemed a little more important than before.
I tried not to think or talk too much about my mom, but Percy kept saying that if gods and monsters were real, if all this magical stuff was possible, surely there was some way to save her, to bring her back. I don't know if that was even possible but I started to understand Luke's bitterness and how he seemed to resent his father, Hermes.
Like yeah, maybe gods had important things to do. But couldn't they call once in a while, or thunder, or something? Dionysus could make Diet Coke appear out of thin air. Why couldn't my dad, whoever he was, make a phone appear? Instead, he showed no sign that he ever existed.
Thursday morning, three days after I'd arrived at Camp Half-Blood, I visited the archery range, determined to try again and at least hit the target. I made sure to lug a target to a secluded area deeper into the woods so no one would be able to see all my spectacular failures. This precaution held true as I started to get frustrated when my 7th arrow went wide and landed on the ground nowhere near the target. I had started to pull back my 8th arrow when I heard a rustle in the forest behind me.Â
I quickly whipped my head around to peer into the bushes. The noise was probably a drayd that lived in the trees around camp but, I remembered Annabeth talking about the monsters that were sometimes in the woods and my heart started pounding a little faster in my chest. I clutched the bow in my hand tighter and yelled, "Who's there?"Â
After a moment of silence, I thought whatever had made that sound moved on but, the sound of a twig snapping proved that something was still there. Fine. If it wasn't gonna come out on its own I was gonna make it. I lifted my bow, pulled back the arrow, and aimed at the noise, saying, "If you don't come out I'll shoot!"Â
Slowly someone moved out of the forest line, with their hands up, and into the clearing, "Based on your seven missed shots I don't think I'm in that much danger."
"Markus," I grit out pulling the bow even tighter and aiming for his bored face, "what ar- were you watching me!?"Â
He tilted his head in a so-so type of way, "I didn't mean to- could you please put the bow down? Please?" A little bit of unease crept into his voice.
I snorted, "why? I thought I couldn't hit you." "You can't, your form is the worst I've ever seen but an arrow is an arrow and Iâd rather it not be pointed at my face," he said plainly. I narrowed my eyes, "Why should I? You and your sister tried to give my brother a swirly!"Â
He groaned and threw his head back, "I- I'm sorry about that⊠sometimes I get caught up in what my siblings are doing⊠I- I donât think, ya know? I just do."
I stared at his eyes, usually so guarded, but at this moment steadily looking at me, remorse filled his gaze. But you know what, he had been a total jerk, so I was gonna be a jerk.Â
I moved the point of the arrow away from his face, pulled back as far as I could, and let go. He didn't even flinch when the arrow sailed wide of his face and landed in the bushes behind him. But I saw a flash of an emotion I could not recognize in his eyes as I moved to slowly lower the bow and he slowly lowered his hands.
Cooly, he said, "Told you so."
My face burned in embarrassment. Obviously, I missed, everyone knew that would happen but his calm reaction to my tantrum made me feel foolish. Which only fueled my frustration with him. I mean, come on, this guy is being a jerk and not even giving me the basic human decency of a response. How rude is that?
"Why won't you just leave me alone?" I hissed at him.
He didn't respond and just stared. His dark eyes bore into me, searching for something. His stoic expression made me squirm uncomfortably. Two can play at whatever game is going on.
"Why were you watching me?" I asked schooling my face into a measured glare.
His lips quirked at the gesture and continued to study me so curiously that I almost didn't think he heard me. "Why were you following me?!" I stomped my foot angrily in emphasis. He chuckled and began to circle me, finally answering, "Isn't everyone watching you, trying to see what you and your brother can do?"
That didn't really explain why HE was watching me now, or any of the other times really. I tried to follow his movements, keeping my eyes on him, as he paced around me like a shark.
I narrowed my eyes. "That all you got? Dude not only were you just watching me in the bushes like a stalker, but you visited me in the infirmary to what? Talk? I mean seriously what is your problem?"
He stopped circling to firmly stand in front of me, close enough for me to get a whiff of pine from his shirt.
"I sensed your power as soon as you crossed the border. It was... interesting," he paused seeming unsure, "I wanna know if you are a threat to the camp or not. I have never sensed someone as powerful as you or your brother."
I couldn't help but laugh incredulously, "Me and Percy a threat?! Please, I mean we can cause a mess if we want to but like a threat? Ha."Â Wow, these guys took this medieval stuff seriously. What really bothered me was how he said he could sense my power. Was he saying he could like smell me or something? I sniffed my shirt discreetly as he scowled in my direction.
"This is not a joke. Something is coming and you and your brother are at the center of it," he pressed urgently.Â
I rolled my eyes at that, "Oh yeah, and how do you know? Can you tell the future or something?" I mocked.
He stiffened, "thankfully, I do not have that gift but my father did bless me in other ways. I can sorta feel the potential power of demigods or monsters or whoever it is."
His father, the god of war, I remembered. Knowing that, him being some kinda power radar makes sense. Seemed very helpful to be able to immediately size up someone before a fight.
I frowned, "So, what's the plan then? Are you just gonna stalk me forever?" I knew I was being difficult but you know what, this guy was stressing me out. More than before. He was gonna have to be a little nicer if he wanted me to make whatever this conversation was easier for him.Â
He closed his eyes and signed, seeming to gather himself, and calmly responded, "No, no I... I want to help you."
I blinked at him dumbly, "Help me?"
He seemed very uncomfortable and very out of his element but continued, "Yeah, like get the hang of camp and everything."
I stared at him for a moment, until it clicked in my head and I gasped, "Oh, ok you wanna be friends?" Nobody has ever actively tried to be my friend before. I was always too much of a bad influence to be invited over to someone's house to play dolls or have a sleepover. Despite myself, I felt a growing bubbling excitement in my stomach.
He frowned and shook his head, "No, no I don't need any friends. I just don't want any weak links walking around," He paused, "Something is coming and we ALL need to be ready."
My excitement dimmed at his confession.
Ouch ok, that stings on multiple levels. But as I began to turn over his words in my head, I realize he was right. Percy and I were so far behind everyone else, I could barely fire an arrow, let alone hit a target. We got lucky with the Minotaur and Mrs. Dodds, it would take a miracle if I wanted to survive in this place. I would need some help.
I sighed and took a deep breath. "Ok, ok, ok why don't we start over, and then we can talk about your advice or whatever? Deal?" I held out my hand for him to shake.
At that moment all time seemed to stand still as we eyed each other warily, on the edge of something new and unfamiliar to both of us. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and shook it.
"Deal."
Markus helped me put away all the archery stuff and we began to awkwardly walk in the direction of the training ring. I knew this guy was not trying to help me just out of the goodness of his heart but I would try to make the best of it. But as I glanced to my left at Markus's intense face I couldn't help but wonder what I had gotten myself into. I wiped my sweaty palms against my jeans. Damn nerves.
We reached the arena just as Percy and the other campers were gathering around the center training ring to start the sword-fighting lesson. I began to feel more and more uneasy as everybody from cabin eleven gathered in the big circular arena, where Luke would be the instructor. If they didn't notice Markus and I show up together then they definitely noticed our closeness as we stood on the side of the ring and were probably wondering if he was holding me captive.
Either that or, why wasn't I out there with Percy skewering the other kids? What they didn't know is that earlier that day when Annabeth took Percy and me to the shed by the armory to pick a weapon, as soon as I touched a sword I got the immediate feeling of wrongness. So strong that I got vertigo. Every weapon in the shed I tried was uncomfortable in my hand. So, no I would not be joining in the wholesome fun today.
They started with basic stabbing and slashing, using some straw-stuffed dummies in Greek armor. For his first day, Percy was doing okay. At least, I think he was, he looked like he knew what he was doing.
The main problem was, that like me, he couldn't find a blade that felt right. I could tell by his face that they were either too heavy, or too light, or too long. Luke was trying his best to help him out but even he agreed that none of the practice blades seemed to work for him.
I glanced over at Markus to see him intently studying everyone in the ring. "Why aren't you up there?" I ask. He didnât even move his eyes from the ring as he declared, "I practice with all kinds of weapons, but this is not an interdisciplinary class." He paused glancing at me in mild disdain, "but what I'm doing or not doing doesn't matter right now. Watch what's going on now youâre gonna need it later."
I frowned at him because one, he was being rude, and two, I didn't even know what to look for. Nevertheless, I focused my attention back on the ring.
They began to move on to dueling in pairs. Luke announced he would partner with Percy since this was his first time.
Markus nodded, "That's a good matchup." "Why?" I questioned "Luke's the best swordsman in the last three hundred years." My eyes widened, "that's not a good matchup, he is gonna beat the crap out of him!" He shrugged, "best way to learn is to be thrown to the wolves."
I very much disagreed with that. "Maybe he'll go easy on him," I said. Markus gave me a side eye that said he didn't believe that for one second.
Luke showed Percy thrusts and parries and shield blocks the hard way.
With every swipe, he got a little more battered and bruised. "Keep your guard up, Percy," Luke said, then whapped him in the ribs with the flat of his blade.
"No, not that far up!" Whap! "Lunge!" Whap! "Now, back!" Whap!
I winced at every blow. By the time he called a break, Percy was soaked in sweat. Everybody swarmed the drinks cooler. Luke poured ice water on his head.
I bounded over to Percy waiting his turn, "Dude, are you ok? You're kinda getting pummeled out there."
Percy gave me a wild look like he can't believe I just said that. "Yuh, think?" Percy exclaimed out of breath as he reached down in the cooler copying Luke and pouring ice water over his face.Â
Instantly, his eyes seemed more alert than before and his sword didn't look so awkward in his hands.
"Okay, everybody circle up!" Luke ordered. "If Percy doesn't mind, I want to give you a little demo." Great, I thought. Let's all watch Percy get pounded some more.
The Hermes guys gathered around. They were suppressing smiles. I figured they'd been in Percy's position before and this was some sort of stupid initiation ritual. Luke told everybody he was going to demonstrate a disarming technique: how to twist the enemy's blade with the flat of your own sword so that he had no choice but to drop his weapon. "This is difficult," he stressed. "I've had it used against me. No laughing at Percy, now. Most swordsmen have to work years to master this technique."
He demonstrated the move on Percy in slow motion. Sure enough, the sword clattered out of my brother's hand.
"Now in real-time," he said after Percy had retrieved his weapon. "We keep sparring until one of us pulls it off. Ready, Percy?"
I held my breath as Percy nodded, and Luke came after him. Somehow, Percy kept him from getting a shot at the hilt of his sword.
My eyes widened as they sparred. It was turning out to be a real match with Percy seeing his attacks coming and countering. He even was stepping forward and tried out a few thrusts of his own. Luke deflected it easily, but I saw the change in his face. His eyes narrowed, and he started to press Percy with more force.
I saw the look on my brother's face and could tell he knew that it was only a matter of seconds before Luke took him down.
His only option was to throw caution to the wind and try the disarming maneuver. His blade hit the base of Luke's and he twisted, leaning his whole weight into a downward thrust.
Clang.
Luke's sword rattled against the stones. The tip of Percy's blade was an inch from his undefended chest.
The other campers were silent. I was silent. I couldn't believe it worked.
Percy lowered his sword, looking around at everyone staring at him, and muttered, "Um, sorry." For a moment, Luke was too stunned to speak.
"Sorry?" His scarred face broke into a grin. "By the gods, Percy, why are you sorry? Show me that again!"
Percy looked hesitant. But Luke insisted.
This time, there was really no contest. The moment their swords connected, Luke hit Percy's hilt and sent his weapon skidding across the floor.
After a long pause, somebody in the audience said, "Beginner's luck?"
Luke wiped the sweat off his brow. He appraised my brother with an entirely new interest. Like he was this new variable that he had never considered until now. Something about that rubbed me the wrong way.
"Maybe," he said. "But I wonder what Percy could do with a balanced sword... ."
I looked around the ring back to where I left Markus. But there was no one there.
Friday afternoon, I was sitting with Percy and Grover at the lake, resting from a near-death experience on the climbing wall. Grover had scampered to the top like a mountain goat, but the lava had almost gotten Percy. His shirt had smoking holes in it, and the hairs had been singed off his forearms.Â
I, on the other hand, had to visit the burn ward in the healer's tent to get my leg bandaged. We sat on the pier, watching the naiads do underwater basket-weaving until Percy got up the nerve to ask Grover how his conversation had gone with Mr. D. His face turned a sickly shade of yellow.
"Fine," he said. "Just great."
"So your career's still on track?" Percy sounded hopeful, but I knew better. Based on what Chiron said I don't think it would be so simple.
He glanced at us nervously. "Chiron t-told you I want a searcher's license?"
"Well... no." I nudged Percy to stop talking. I had no idea what a searcher's license was, but it didn't seem like the right time to ask.
"He just said you had big plans, you know," I chimed in "... and that you needed credit for completing a keeper's assignment. So did you get it?"
Grover looked down at the naiads. "Mr. D suspended judgment. He said I hadn't failed or succeeded with you yet, so our fates were still tied together. If you got a quest and I went along to protect you, and we both came back alive, then maybe he'd consider the job complete."
I let out a huge breath. "Well, that's not so bad, right?"
"Blaa-ha-ha! He might as well have transferred me to stable-cleaning duty. The chances of either of you getting a quest... and even if you did, why would you want me along?"
"Of course, we'd want you along!" Percy exclaimed. I nodded my head in agreement.
Grover stared glumly into the water. "Basket-weaving ... Must be nice to have a useful skill." Percy tried to reassure him that he had lots of talents, but that just made him look more miserable. I wisely kept my mouth shut, knowing nothing I could say would do much.
I changed the subject and we talked about canoeing and swordplay for a while, then debated the pros and cons of the different gods and who our dad could be.Â
Finally, I asked a question that had been bothering me since we got here, "So, what's the deal with the empty cabins? Are those campers not here yet or something?"
"Number eight, the silver one, belongs to Artemis," he said. "She vowed to be a maiden forever. So of course, no kids. The cabin is, you know, honorary. If she didn't have one, she'd be mad."
"Yeah, okay. But the other three, the ones at the end. Are those the Big Three?" I press. Grover tensed. We were getting close to a touchy subject. "No. One of them, number two, is Hera's," he said. "That's another honorary thing. She's the goddess of marriage, so of course she wouldn't go around having affairs with mortals. That's her husband's job. When we say the Big Three, we mean the three powerful brothers, the sons of Kronos."
"Zeus, Poseidon, Hades," Percy chimed in.
"Right. You know. After the great battle with the Titans, they took over the world from their dad and drew lots to decide who got what."
"Zeus got the sky," I remembered. "Poseidon the sea, Hades the Underworld."
"Uh-huh," Grover affirms.
Percy furrowed his brows, "But wait, Hades doesn't have a cabin here."
"No. He doesn't have a throne on Olympus, either. He sort of does his own thing down in the Underworld. If he did have a cabin here..." Grover shuddered. "Well, it wouldn't be pleasant. Let's leave it at that."
"Well that doesn't seem very fair," I exclaim, "aren't they a family?"
Grover looks at me a little funny, "Not that kind of family."
I considered his words. Yeah, I guess he was right, I mean all we talked about in Mr. Brunner's Latin class was how the gods were not that kind of family. They were always backstabbing, marrying, or generally causing chaos for each other and the world. Of course, they would leave out the weird emo brother, just cause.
Percy still wasn't satisfied with that answer, "but Zeus and Poseidonâthey both had, like, a bazillion kids in the myths. Why are their cabins empty?"Â
Grover shifted his hooves uncomfortably. "About sixty years ago, after World War II, the Big Three agreed they wouldn't sire any more heroes. Their children were just too powerful. They were affecting the course of human events too much, causing too much carnage. World War II, you know, that was basically a fight between the sons of Zeus and Poseidon on one side and the sons of Hades on the other. The winning side, Zeus and Poseidon, made Hades swear an oath with them: no more affairs with mortal women. They all swore on the River Styx."
Thunder boomed.
Percy muttered, "That's the most serious oath you can make, right?" Grover nodded.
"And the brothers kept their wordâno kids?" I raised my eyebrows in disbelief.
Grover's face darkened. "Seventeen years ago, Zeus fell off the wagon. There was this TV starlet with a big fluffy eighties hairdoâhe just couldn't help himself. When their child was born, a little girl named Thalia... well, the River Styx is serious about promises. Zeus himself got off easy because he's immortal, but he brought a terrible fate on his daughter."
"But that isn't fair.' It wasn't the little girl's fault," Percy grabbed my hand as if he was afraid I was going to disappear.
Grover hesitated. "Percy, Cassie, children of the Big Three have powers greater than other half-bloods. They have a strong aura, a scent that attracts monsters. When Hades found out about the girl, he wasn't too happy about Zeus breaking his oath. Hades let the worst monsters out of Tartarus to torment Thalia. A satyr was assigned to be her keeper when she was twelve, but there was nothing he could do. He tried to escort her here with a couple of other half-bloods she'd befriended. They almost made it. They got all the way to the top of that hill."
He pointed across the valley, to the pine tree where I'd fought the minotaur. "All three Kindly Ones were after them, along with a horde of hellhounds. They were about to be overrun when Thalia told her satyr to take the other two half-bloods to safety while she held off the monsters. She was wounded and tired, and she didn't want to live like a hunted animal. The satyr didn't want to leave her, but he couldn't change her mind, and he had to protect the others. So Thalia made her final stand alone, at the top of that hill. As she died, Zeus took pity on her. He turned her into that pine tree. Her spirit still helps protect the borders of the valley. That's why the hill is called Half-Blood Hill."
I stared at the pine in the distance. The story was one of the saddest things I had ever heard. A girl my age had sacrificed herself to save her friends. She had faced a whole army of monsters. How could her dad have let that just happen to her? If that's what demigods were up against I didn't know if I could live up to it.
I also wondered if I'd been a little bit braver like Thalia, maybe I could have saved my mother.
"Grover," Percy said carefully, "have heroes really gone on quests to the Underworld?"
"Sometimes," he said. "Orpheus. Hercules. Houdini." "Houdini?!" I questioned in surprise. Grover shrugged as if to say, yeah I guess.
"And have they ever returned somebody from the dead?" Percy pushed. "No. Never. Orpheus came close... Percy, you're not seriously thinkingâ"
"No," Percy quickly responded, "I was just wondering." I gave him a bewildered look. Was he suggesting that we go to the Underworld!?
"So... a satyr is always assigned to guard a demigod?" Percy continued ignoring my stare. Grover studied us warily. What a surprise Percy's very obvious lie, hadn't persuaded him that he'd really dropped the Underworld idea. Shocker.
"Not always. We go undercover to a lot of schools. We try to sniff out the half-bloods who have the makings of great heroes. If we find one with a very strong aura, like a child of the Big Three, we alert Chiron. He tries to keep an eye on them since they could cause really huge problems."
Whoa, wait for a second, he alerted Chiron because our dad might be one of the Big Three? With the story of Thalia still fresh in my mind I was in disbelief that our luck could be that bad.
"And you found us. Chiron said you thought we might be something special," Percy said dryly as he started to piece it together as well.
Grover looked as if we'd just led him into a trap. "I didn't... Oh, listen, don't think like that. If you wereâyou knowâyou'd never ever be allowed a quest, and I'd never get my license. You're probably a child of Hermes. Or maybe even one of the minor gods, like Nemesis, the god of revenge. Don't worry, okay?"
Heck no, I was worried. I just wasn't sure if he was trying to reassure himself or us.
That night after dinner, there was a lot more excitement than usual.
At last, it was time for capture the flag. I was trying the psych myself up for the game and ignore the nervous butterflies in my stomach.
When the plates were cleared away, the conch horn sounded and we all stood at our tables. Campers yelled and cheered as Annabeth and two of her siblings ran into the pavilion carrying a silk banner. It was about ten feet long, glistening gray, with a painting of a barn owl above an olive tree. From the opposite side of the pavilion, Clarisse, Markus and their siblings ran in screaming and going wild, carrying another banner, of identical size, but gaudy red, painted with a bloody spear and a boar's head.
Percy turned to Luke and yelled over the noise, "Those are the flags?"
"Yeah." "Ares and Athena always lead the teams?" "Not always," he said. "But often."
Made sense, god of war vs. goddess of war.
"So, if another cabin captures one, what do you doârepaint the flag?" I questioned
He grinned. "You'll see. First, we have to get one."
"Whose side are we on?" He gave Percy and me a sly look as if he knew something we didn't. The scar on his face made him look almost evil in the torchlight. He was a lot more intimidating in the dark I realized. "We've made a temporary alliance with Athena. Tonight, we get the flag from Ares. And you are going to help."
The teams were announced. Athena had made an alliance with Apollo and Hermes, the two biggest cabins. Apparently, privileges had been tradedâshower times, chore schedules, the best slots for activitiesâin order to win support.
Ares had allied themselves with everybody else: Dionysus, Demeter, Aphrodite, and Hephaestus. I wish I'd paid more attention, instead of being in my head all the time but, from what I'd seen, Dionysus's kids were actually good athletes, but there were only two of them.
Demeter's kids had the edge with nature skills and outdoor stuff but they weren't very aggressive. Aphrodite's sons and daughters I wasn't too worried about it. They mostly sat out every activity and checked their reflections in the lake and did their hair and gossiped. Hephaestus's kids weren't pretty, and there were only four of them, but they were big and burly from working in the metal shop all day. They might be a problem. That, of course, left Ares'scabin: a dozen of the biggest, ugliest, meanest kids on Long Island, or anywhere else on the planet. Markus caught my eye in the chaos of his siblings jumping around and gave me an unimpressed look.
Markus's offer to help me get the rundown on camp had started a couple of days ago. He first gave me a basic lesson on camp dynamics and a spear lesson. It was going great, if great is getting my ass kicked.
"I heard Chiron gave you Stormbreaker?" He said to me on our first day in the ring. He gestured to the bracelet cuff on my wrist.
"Um, yeah I guess," I mumbled.
"Do you know how to activate it?" He questioned as he scanned over the spears on the rack and began weighing them in his hand to find a good fit.
"Activate? You mean turn it from a snake to the spear thingy?" I responded. He turned to me having finally found a good enough spear. He frowned at me and rolled his eyes as if I couldn't be serious. "First of all, it's not a snake it's a sea serpent, supposedly the one that Perseus killed on his second quest trying to save the princess, Andromeda, Second if I'm gonna teach you how to fight with weapons I need you to be serious."Â
I nodded embarrassed. He rolled his eyes again and sauntered over to me grabbing my wrist. He was so close I could see all of the faint scars on his hands. I squirmed, uncomfortable with him in my personal space. He clicked the eyes of the serpent and it began to loosen and uncoil itself down my wrist. Eventually straightening and lengthening into a 5ft bronze spear with silver detailing twining up the shaft just like before in the museum.
It was surprisingly light and comfortable in my hand, but I could tell the tip was sharp enough to do some serious damage.
Markus looked a little awed himself but quickly shook it off and was back to his scowling self. He began by showing me a few motions and explained how spears differ from other weapons. "It's like dancing, you put your whole body into it." It was all going really well until we actually began to duel. Whenever I left my flank open he would smack me with the flat of the spear tip. I let my guard down, whap! I swing with only my arm, whap! By the end of our session, I was bruised and sore all over.
As I lay on my back in the center of the ring, sweat soaking my shirt, I groaned, "Aren't boys not supposed to hit girls?" Markus signed and walked over to me. In a rare display of vulnerability he leaned over my face to make eye contact, "Look I know I'm going hard on you but I'm not sorry. Monsters won't be sorry or hesitate, they will kill you. You're a demigod it's time to start acting like it."
Chiron hammered his hoof on the marble, bringing me back to the present.Â
"Heroes!" he announced. "You know the rules. The creek is the boundary line. The entire forest is fair game. All magic items are allowed. The banner must be prominently displayed, and have no more than two guards. Prisoners may be disarmed, but may not be bound or gagged. No killing or maiming is allowed. I will serve as referee and battlefield medic. Arm yourselves!"
He spread his hands, and the tables were suddenly covered with equipment: helmets, bronze swords, spears, and oxhide shields coated in metal.
"Whoa," Percy said. "We're really supposed to use these?"
Luke looked at him as if he were crazy. "Unless you want to get skewered by your friends in cabin five. HereâChiron thought these would fit you two. You'll be on border patrol."
Percy's shield was the size of an NBA backboard, with a big caduceus in the middle, and looked like it weighed about a million pounds. I was given a slightly smaller shield but it was still heavy as hell. I hoped nobody seriously expected me to run fast.
Our helmets, like all the helmets on Athena's side, had a blue horsehair plume on top. Ares and their allies had red plumes. Luke moved to hand me a sword that I knew wouldn't feel right in my hands. I looked down at my wrist, the serpent's maw looking like it would devour my middle finger as it wound around my arm. Here goes nothing I thought as I clicked the serpent's eye and it came alive to form the spear. It activated so suddenly that I had to quickly move it out of the way so I didn't skewer Luke.
"Whoa, there," he said surprised, "Cassie did not come to play today!" His loud voice attracted the attention of nearly everyone around us. Especially the Ares kids who now looked at me like a personal challenge. Markus was as always frowning and staring but this time not at me but at Luke. Still, my face burned at the attention as Percy helped me put on the rest of my gear.
Annabeth yelled, "Blue team, forward!"
We cheered and shook our swords and followed her down the path to the south woods. The red team yelled taunts at us as they headed off toward the north.
Percy managed to catch up with Annabeth, but I was struggling a bit on account of my microscopic height.
"So much for sticking together, huh?" Luke said.
I hadn't noticed he had slowed down to jog next to me.
"Huh," I said loudly. He motioned ahead to Percy jogging alongside Annabeth. "Ummm yeah, I guess," I said noncommittally, "I mean he should make friends other than me and Grover." He smiled at me in a pitying way like he thought I was lying to myself. Like he could see something I couldn't. That agitated me a little bit. "Sure. Anyways don't worry about border patrol. It's an easy job and pretty boring, you and Percy won't have to do much this game. I'll see if next time after a bit more training we can get you a little more in on the action."
My agitation eased a bit at that. Who was I kidding Luke was just trying to look out for me. Help out the new girl who clearly didn't know what she was doing. Still, I picked up the pace to catch up with Percy and Annabeth, leaving Luke behind.
"So what's the plan?" I heard Percy ask her as I reached them, "Got any magic items you can loan me?" Annabeth's hand drifted toward her pocket as if she were afraid he'd stolen something.
"Just watch Clarisse's spear," she said. "You don't want that thing touching you. Otherwise, don't worry. We'll take the banner from Ares. Has Luke given you your job?"
"Border patrol, whatever that means," I puffed out already out of breath. My helmet was too big and falling over my eyes as I ran. I had to keep reaching up to fix it.
"It's easy. Stand by the creek, keep the reds away. Leave the rest to me. Athena always has a plan."
She pushed ahead, leaving us in the dust.
"Okay," Percy mumbled sarcastically. "Glad you wanted us on your team." He turned to me, "Stay close Cassie." And then he jogged faster into the woods.
I grumbled to myself still out of breath, "kinda hard to do that when you're running away." I struggled to catch up with him. It was a warm, sticky night. The woods were dark, with fireflies popping in and out of view. Annabeth stationed us next to a little creek that gurgled over some rocks, then she and the rest of the team scattered into the trees.
Standing there with just Percy, with my big blue-feathered helmet and my huge shield, I felt incredibly ridiculous. I barely know how to use this big ass spear, and the shield I was carrying was weighing down my arm. How was I supposed to do this?Â
"There was no way anybody would actually attack us, would they? I mean, Olympus had to have liability issues, right?" Percy said. I knew it was supposed to be a joke but I could hear the tinge of nervousness in his voice.
"Awwww, are you scared Percy?" I teased even though I had to set down my spear and wipe my sweaty hands on my jeans.
He scowled at me and ignored me, turned back to watching the woods. Far away, the conch horn blew. I heard whoops and yells in the woods, the clanking of metal, and kids fighting. A blue-plumed ally from Apollo raced past me like a deer, leaped through the creek, and disappeared into enemy territory.
Great, I thought. I'll miss all the fun, as usual.
Then I heard a sound that sent a chill up my spine, a low canine growl, somewhere close by.
"Percy..." I started. He didn't answer me but he must have heard it too because his eyes immediately began to dart around. "Get behind me," he said and shifted in front of me.
I raised my shield instinctively and quickly snatched my spear from the ground; I had this feeling that something was stalking us. Then the growling stopped. I felt the presence retreating.
On the other side of the creek, the underbrush exploded. Four Ares warriors came yelling and screaming out of the dark. "Cream the punks!" Clarisse screamed.
Her ugly pig eyes glared through the slits of her helmet. She brandished a five-foot-long spear similar to mine, but its barbed metal tip was flickering with red light. The way she held it while she ran to us, confident and sure there was no doubt she could use it way better than me. Her siblings had only the standard-issue bronze swordsânot that that made me feel any better.
They charged across the stream and there was no help in sight. We could run. Or we could defend against the Ares cabin. We've done it before. Quickly Percy and I looked at each other knowingly. Anticipation tingled in my arms and legs. Maybe we could do this, maybe this would be like the scraps and fights we got into at school that we always managed to survive.
We both sidestepped the first kid's swing, similar to the days before. Percy going right and me going left, but these guys were not as stupid as the Minotaur.
Three of them broke off and managed to surround me, separating me from Percy and Clarisse. Who thrust at my brother with her spear. His shield deflected the point, but his body stiffened, jerking a bit as his muscles visibly constricted. He gave a loud shout.Â
Electricity, I realized as the air around us burned. Her stupid spear was electric.
I wanted to help Percy but the kids around me seemed not too keen to let me. My confidence quickly dissipated as we were separated. Another Ares guy slammed me in the chest with the butt of his sword and knocked the wind right out of me. I doubled over and wheezed out a couple of curses that would make a nun blush, searching the three faces around me, all of them sneering kids looking delighted to beat the absolute shit out of me. Markus's stoic face was not among them. Thank god. I don't think I could handle that guy's attitude right now.
They could've really given me a beatdown, but they were too busy laughing at Percy and Clarisse. This was quickly spiraling out of control.
"I think I'll give him a haircut," Clarisse said. "What do you say, boys?"
I turned to watch as Percy managed to get to his feet and raise his sword, but Clarisse slammed it aside with her spear as sparks flew in the night. I grabbed my spear and scooted backward trying to get my bearings while the three Ares kids were distracted.
"Oh, wow," Clarisse said. "I'm scared of this guy. Really scared."
"The flag is that way," I told her. I wanted to sound intimidating, but I was afraid it didn't come out that way. She barely gave me a glance. Her entire focus was on Percy trying to lift his sword.
"Yeah," one of her siblings said. "But see, we don't care about the flag. We care about the two kids who made our cabin look stupid." The three begin to circle me backing me up farther away from Percy.
I finally got to my feet with my spear clutched in one hand and my shield discarded somewhere in the distance. "You didn't need us to make your cabin look stupid," I told them, "Your entire existence made that possible." It probably wasn't the smartest thing to say but, I didn't care I was pissed off.
The guy on my left, enraged raised his sword and swung down toward me in a mighty arc. I raised my spear horizontally with both hands blocking his strike. We had reached the edge of the creek, water lapping at my feet and soaking the cuffs of my pants. I looked down at his wide stance and in a desperate thought, moved my leg behind his and pulled. Throwing him off balance, he lost control and fell back into the shallow bank of the creek.
The other two of them looked down at him shocked. Allowing me a little time to look over at Percy and Clarisse dueling farther down the bank of the creek. Percy backed up toward the water, trying to raise and use his shield, but Clarisse was too fast. Her spear stuck him straight in the ribs. If he hadn't been wearing an armored breastplate, he would've been shish-ke-babbed. But I could tell by his face that the electrical shock was definitely doing some damage.
I started to move towards him down the bank of the creek but I all of a sudden felt a burning pain done the length of my shoulder blade to my elbow. One of the Ares kids snuck up behind me and slashed his sword across my arm, leaving a good- size cut. I fell forward, splashing into the warm water of the creek. At the last second, I was able to catch myself from slamming face-first into the rocky bed of the creek.
I stared at my dirty reflection in the water as it changed from a clear dark blue to a deep crimson as the water washed the blood from my wound into the creek.
Seeing my own blood made me dizzyâwarm and cold at the same time. "N-no maiming," I whimpered.
"Oops," the guy said. "Guess I lost my dessert privilege."
He shoved me down with his boot and I splashed around trying to get away. They all laughed.Â
"Awww, look she's gonna cry," one of them mocked, "are you gonna cry?" Let's be honest, I was gonna cry.Â
Not because I was scared but because I was frustrated. Ever since we got here everything has been trying to kill us. All because of a dad we never knew. My entire life had been dictated by a guy who never even came to see me. Who maybe doesn't even know I exist? The thought filled me with such anger that I could barely even hear the Ares kids bellowing laughter. Who cares, I figured as soon as they were through being amused, I would die. But then something happened.
The water seemed to wake up my senses as if I'd just had a bag of my mom's double-espresso jelly beans. It also fueled my anger.
I looked over at Percy and he seemed to feel what I was feeling. We locked eyes as Percy began treading water to get to me. Clarisse and her cabinmates finally came fully into the creek to finish us off, as Percy reached me and helped me up. We stood together to meet them. We knew what to do and I wasn't afraid anymore.Â
Percy moved forward and swung the flat of his sword against the first guy's head and knocked his helmet clean off. He hit him so hard I could see his eyes vibrating as he crumpled into the water. Ugly Number Two and Ugly Number Three came at me. But I had retrieved my spear from the water and slammed the shaft of it into one's face. Next, I turned to use the blade to shear off the other guy's horsehair plume. Both of them backed up quick.
But Clarisse kept coming, the point of her spear crackling with energy. As soon as she thrust, Percy caught the shaft between the edge of his shield and sword and snapped it like a twig.
"Ah!" she screamed. "You idiot! You corpse-breath worm!"
She probably would've said worse, but Percy smacked her between the eyes with his sword butt and sent her stumbling backward out of the creek.
Then I heard yelling, and elated screams, and I saw Luke racing toward the boundary line with the red team's banner lifted high. He was flanked by a couple of Hermes kids covering his retreat, and a few Apollos behind them, fighting off the Hephaestus kids.
The Ares folks got up, and Clarisse muttered a dazed curse. "A trick!" she shouted. "It was a trick."
They staggered after Luke, but it was too late. Everybody converged on the creek as Luke ran across into friendly territory. Our side exploded into cheers. The red banner shimmered and turned to silver. The boar and spear were replaced with a huge caduceus, the symbol of cabin eleven. Everybody on the blue team picked up Luke and started carrying him around on their shoulders. Chiron cantered out from the woods and blew the conch horn.
The game was over. We'd won.
My heart was still pumping and blood was still roaring in my ears from the adrenalin still raging through my body. Unable to understand that it was over. I was startled when Annabeth's voice, right next to us in the creek, said, "Not bad, heroes."
I saw Percy look around, but she wasn't there.
"Where the heck did you learn to fight like that?" she asked. The air shimmered, and she materialized, holding a Yankees baseball cap as if she'd just taken it off her head.
I looked over at Percy cause I was honestly still confused and a bit dazed. Was she just invisible? I mean it shouldn't have fazed me but still.
"You set us up," Percy gritted out. "You put us here because you knew Clarisse would come after us, while you sent Luke around the flank. You had it all figured out."
Annabeth shrugged. "I told you. Athena always has a plan."
"A plan to get us pulverized," I muttered warily.
"I came as fast as I could. I was about to jump in, but..." She shrugged. "You didn't need help."
Then she noticed Percy's wounded arm. Her brows were drawn together and she frowned. "How did you do that?"
I noted her reaction and turned to look at his arm. What I was expecting was a gnarly-looking half-burned cut, but my eyes widened at what I saw instead.Â
"Sword cut," he said distractedly looking at the ongoing cheering and commotion of our fellow teammates. "What do you think?"
"No. It was a sword cut. Look at it."
He similarly to us looked down and was shocked to see the blood was gone. Where the huge cut had been, there was a long white scratch, and even that was fading. As we all watched, it turned into a small scar and disappeared.
"IâI don't get it,"Â Percy said.
I was barely able to form the thought before I dropped my spear and scrabbled to try and look at my shoulder and the corresponding cut. It was a strain to crane my neck but I eventually saw the wound. Or I would have if it was still there. Similar to my brother all the blood was gone and only a faint slightly larger scar was left on my shoulder blade. What the hell?
Annabeth was thinking hard. I could almost see the gears turning. She looked down at Percy's feet, then at Clarisse's broken spear, and said, "Step out of the water, Percy."
"Whatâ"
"Just do it."
Percy looked at me cautiously before treading closer to the bank and finally stepping out of the water. I followed him but stopped right at the bank staying where the water still lapped at my feet.
As he came out of the creek it was like all his energy immediately left. He almost fell over, but Annabeth and I rushed out of the water to steady him. But it's kinda hard to steady someone when your strength immediately leaves you as well.Â
I ended up having to lean on Percy and Annabeth so I didn't face plant on the gravel. I suddenly felt like I needed to take several naps.
"Oh, Styx," Annabeth cursed. "This is not good. I didn't want... I assumed it would be Zeus..."
I looked up at her through droopy eyelids. She didn't look like a confident kick-your-ass Annabeth anymore. Her brown skin had got ashen.
Before I could ask what she meant, I heard that canine growl again, but much closer than before. A howl ripped through the forest. Percy still a bit sluggish gripped my arm protectively, eyes frantically searching for the source of the noise like many of the campers still on alert.
The campers' cheering died instantly. Chiron shouted something in Ancient Greek, which I would realize, later, I had understood perfectly: "Stand ready! My bow!" Annabeth drew her sword.
There on the rocks just above us was a black hound the size of a rhino, with lava-red eyes and fangs like daggers.
It was looking straight at us,
Nobody moved except Annabeth, who yelled, "Percy, Cassie, run!"
She tried to step in front of us, but the hound was too fast. It leaped over herâan enormous shadow with teethâand just as it was about to collide with us everything seemed to move in slow motion as Percy pushed me to the side, out of the way.
I could barely open my mouth to scream, as I flew backward in the water I saw its razor-sharp claws ripping through my brother's armor. There was a cascade of thwacking sounds like forty pieces of paper being ripped one after the other. From the hound's neck sprouted a cluster of arrows. The monster fell dead at my brother's feet. Time resumed its normal pace.
Instantly on my feet, I rushed over to Percy, at this point too shell-shocked by the night's events to even cry. I aggressively kicked the hide of the hellhound aside as I ran past its corpse to crash so hard on my knees by my brother that my teeth shook.
"Percy, Percy!," I screamed trying to get a better look at him. By some miracle, Percy was still alive. I didn't want to look underneath the ruins of his shredded armor. I could see the red color staining all over his shirt and I knew he was badly cut. Another second, and the monster would've turned him into a hundred pounds of delicatessen meat.Â
Chiron trotted up next to us, a bow in his hand, his face grim.
"Di immortales!" Annabeth said. "That's a hellhound from the Fields of Punishment. They don't... they're not supposed to..." "Someone summoned it," Chiron said. "Someone inside the camp."
I looked back over at the bank to see a gruff-looking Luke come over, the banner in his hand forgotten, his moment of glory gone. As I looked at the shocked and fearful faces of the campers around us I caught a glimpse of Markus. His face was shadowed by this red-plumed war helmet but I could guess that he also had a grim look on his face at the scene before him. I noted that he had a bow strung in his hand.
In the distance, Clarisse yelled, "It's all Percy's fault! Percy summoned it!"
I shot her the nastiest look to ever be thrown. The hell he did, I wanted to scream.
"Be quiet, child," Chiron told her. We watched the body of the hellhound melt into shadow, soaking into the ground until it disappeared. "You're wounded," Annabeth breathed out. "Quick, Cassie, get him in the water." "I'm okay," he said still a bit stunned.
"No, you're not," she said. "Chiron, watch this."
I think I was understanding what Annabeth was trying to get at. I gripped Percy's arm to help him up and said, "It's okay Percy just trust us." He nodded and I helped him stumble back into the creek, the whole camp gathering around us.Â
Instantly, I felt better. No more fatigue and I stopped shaking from the fear. I felt strength and a sort of calm pulse through me. I looked down and could see the cuts on Percy's chest closing up. I stepped away as he straightened up feeling the same surge of energy that I did. Some of the campers gasped.
"Look, IâI don't know why," Percy said, trying to apologize. "I'm sorry...."
But they weren't watching his wounds heal. They were staring at something above his head.Â
"Percy," Annabeth said, pointing. "Um..." By the time Percy and I looked up, the sign was already fading, but I could still make out the hologram of green light, spinning and gleaming. A three-tipped spear: a trident. But it was clearly only above his head.
"Your father," Annabeth murmured. "This is really not good."
"It is determined," Chiron announced. He stepped forward glancing my way in pity.
All around me, campers started kneeling, even the Ares cabin, though they didn't look happy about it. Markus's eyes felt like a burn on my skin as he lowered his head along with them.
"Our father?" I asked, completely bewildered. Still not getting it.
"Poseidon," said Chiron. "Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God."
And that's when I finally understood what had happened.
My dad didn't claim me.
to be continued...
#percy jackson and the lightning thief#percy jackson and the olympians#percy jacksonâs sister#percy jackson oc#pjo stuff#pjo series#pjo oc#pjo fandom#pjo#pjoverse#pjo fanfic#percy and cassie jackson#percy jackson#percy jackson fanfic#percy jackson fanfiction#sister of percy jackson fanfic#daughter of poseidon#daughter of poseidon fanfic#daughter of poseidon and the lightning thief#cassie jackson (oc)#cassie jackson and the olympians#cassie jackson fanfic#annabeth percy jackson#poseidon#son of poseidon#black annabeth#annabeth chase#grover underwood#greek mythology#rick riordan
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16. interesting ass question
âif youâd grown up in a different environment, do you think youâd have turned out the same?â
oh wow. yeah this is VERY interesting hmmmâŠ.. im gonna take this three different ways. also im gonna get deep into this rn so
if i had grown up in a different family- which, for everyones perspective, i have a mom and a dad (who is chronically ill/disabled) and a year-younger brother who i live with. my mom is mexican, dad is american, so my brother and i are mexican-american. i think if i lived without any of these people there would already be an immediate difference. with only my dad and brother id probably be tougher, but not as happy. with only my mom and brother id be a bit more⊠not-tough? i guess? its hard to say whether i would be more content or less content than i am now. without my brother it is very easy to say i would be a very different, likely more unhappy person. turn my family into bigots and either which way that would be the same outcome, unhappy and feeling unsafe⊠yk, im queer, and i think i would be in any life. there is more of my family to take into account (grandparents, aunts/uncles, cousins, etc) and things probably would change about me if they were different too, but theres so many different possibilities with that. i will say there is one specific younger cousin i have so much hope for- i love her dearly and care about her with all i have. our closeness is only separated by the fact we arent siblings, i think. iâm the oldest (non-step) cousin in my family, so thereâs a lot that everyone looks up to me for. not having any of them, especially the one i just talked about, would be so⊠strange, i think. like a missing piece.
if i had grown up in a different irl community, then damn, theres so many possibilities about that too. different city, different state, different country, different views, different ideologies, so so so many things could be so different. i am glad i grew up where i did/am growing up where i am, though. i know amazing and awful people alike and i think thats just⊠what community is. you will know people you love and you will know people you hate. thats just the nature of people i think. i would not change it though. shoutout to you and my other irl friends on this site <33
and god, if id grown up in a different online community⊠lets say i never ever stumbled into wof amino (shudders), and things would be so, so, so different in ways i cant even describe. being present online taught me about so many things, mostly about all the many different kinds of people that live and breathe and love on this earth just like me. i was introduced to the queer community, the neurodivergent community, the furry community, three that i identify with so strongly, and countless other peoples, like disabled communities i never wouldve known about otherwise. its crazy to think how much knowledge the online community gave me. despite the bad experiences and the trauma and the hurt ive faced here, too, i cant say anything other than that i love it. its a big part of what shaped me into what i am today. it introduced me to some of my closest friends, my found family (hugest shoutout in the world to freak bin, you guys are my everything) who i consider a wonderful extension on top of who i already have, my biggest inspirations and idols, it helped me find my footing in becoming an artist, a writer, someday an animator, and it helped me discover who i am- this funky queer, neurodivergent girlthing that i am which i had been unable to even fathom or explain to my own self for so long- and for that i have so much love.
i love what i grew up with and all the amazing people with me. i really would be very different without it all.
#blowing platonic kisses to all my friends. u guys all know u are#i love you all#ask#tenne-out-of-ten
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@flightfootâ Ella and Etta
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âAlright, girls. Step lively now, one two in a line.â Alyaâs voice called out as she led the way into the gym, followed by two smaller, identical versions of herself.
Felix paused in his stretch, staring with no small amount of wonder. He knew Alya and Nino had siblings â had even heard them be mentioned from time to time â but he had never expected either of them to bring them near him.
âCouldnât get Nora to watch them?â Nino asked, laughing and starting to get out.
âYou still have ten more leg lifts, Nino.â He ordered, frowning at the other teen.
Nino whined, star fishing on the mat. âWhen will my legs come home from the war?â
âWhen you start doing your leg lifts like I tell you too.â
âFelix, Ella and Etta.â Alya introduced, not even a flicker of nervousness. âElla, Etta, Felix. Youâve met Luka, Marinette and Nino. This is my friend Zoe, and my friend Adrien â donât know if youâve met him or not.â
âYou guys are TWINS?!â One of the girls â he couldnât figure out which was which, and he was trying to figure them out.
âYeah!â Adrien grinned. âWe are. Nino and I look exactly alike, right?â
The twin â whichever of them â laughed and pointed at Felix. âNo, Adrien! You and Felix! Only, you donât have twin names!â
Adrien blinked. âTwin names?â
âYeah huh, that match!â Etta â or Ella, he had no idea. He was just going to asign a name and hope.
âWell, thatâs because we had different parents who raised us.â Adrien said, grinning.
âThey parent trapped you!?â Ella. He was sure, now. The bold twin was Ella, the quieter twin was Etta.
âThey-what?â Adrien looked helplessly at Alya, who now had a hand on her face.
âThey parent trapped you! They made you his and her twins! One baby for one parent, one baby for the other!â Ella explained.
âItâs like the worst twin horror story they can come up with, Adrien. Please donât validate their fears.â Alya said.
âUh. Nooo. See, our moms are also twins.â Adrien tried.
âThey parent trapped us.â Felix interjected, rising from his stretch. âBut we outsmarted them.â
Ella gasped. âDid you have to fight?â
âNo, just ride the train a lot.â Felix explained. âI only lived across from the channel, and his parents had his face all over everything.â
âOooo.â Etta cooed, glancing between them. âDoes that mean you donât know how to be twins?â
Adrien glanced at him, shrugging as if to say âyou started it.â as though he hadnât been explaining it in such a way that they were both getting anxious about the possibility of being twin-split.
âThatâs right.â Felix agreed, because he could remember being little and wanting to show off for everyone.
âItâs ok!â Ella declared. âWeâll teach you.â
Alya was definitely laughing at him, but Adrien looked intrigued.
âFirst, you gotta have a secret handshake.â Etta explained. âSo you can let the other twin know things.â
âWhat sort of things?â Adrien asked.
âTwin things!â Etta told him, as though it was obvious. âThen, you gotta have a secret place where only the two of you can go.â
âWe live in the same apartment, does that count?â
Ella and Etta exchanged a look, shaking their heads in unison. âThey really donât know how to be twins.â Etta said softly. âBeing parent trapped is the worst.â
Ella nodded solemnly.
âOk, do you at least know how to be each other?â Etta asked. âSo nobody else can tell?â
Felix smirked. âIâm better at it than he is.â
âIâm still not bad at it, Felix.â Adrien protested.
âThatâs ok. One twin can be better at things than the other twin.â Etta encouraged. âLike Iâm better at getting things open, and Etta-â And heâd marked the wrong one in his head, shit. â-Is better at making things look like they were before we got into them!â
âOk.â Adrien nodded. âThatâs good, because Iâm better at Piano and Felix is better at flutes.â
âAnd being a jerk.â Marinette muttered under her breath.
Ella and Etta looked ecstatic at this information.
âSee! Itâs easy to learn to be twins.â Ella cheered.
Felix settled in, amused by the lesson and willing to indulge. âBut doesnât that make it harder to pretend?â
âYou donât let other people know which one of you is better, Felix!â Etta told him, giggling. âYou have to keep it a twin secret.â
âA twin secretâŠ.is it different than a regular secret?â Adrien asked, clearly also settling in.
Both girls nodded solemnly. âTwin secrets canât be shared.â Etta explained. âNot with anyone but your twin. Not ever. Not for any reason. Itâs important.â
He exchanged a look with Adrien. Adrien grinned.
âOk, while you two handle them. I have to go run.â Alya was grinning. âMake sure Felix doesnât get them to take over the moon or something?â
âLook, if we establish an embassy on the moon, I can assure you that Iâll get you a day pass.â Felix offered, amused.
âCan you imagine the sort of flips we could do in zero gravity?â Zoe whispered to Nino.
I am about to start posting outtakss.
And opening drabble prompts. Tell me what you wanna see.
Need my serotonin.
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SAGAU but..
heavy spoilers - Albedo's backstory, Inazuma Archon Quests, Kaeya's backstory, Zhongli's backstory, Raiden Shogun's backstory
genre: fluff, angst, yandere, both Soft SAGAU and Villain/Imposter SAGAU (maybe puppet!au too? does this count as puppet!au?)
characters: klee (platonic), albedo (could be seen as either platonic or romantic), GN reader
warnings: mentions of cult, mentions of kidnapping, manipulation, mentions of violence, mentions of death, swearing, spitting (not in a kinky way, tho it is Kaeya), possessiveness, sad Klee and mad Albedo
notes: this was written MONTHS ago. Like even before I started posting The Imposter series, please keep this in mind in case I get any lore wrong!
Reader is a character in the game, Albedo and Klee are people in the real world playing Genshin, and Alice and Rhinedottir are the "gods" of teyvat
Now, Alice and Rhinedottir aren't exactly the creators of Teyvat, but they are highly regarded figures in Teyvat who are treated like gods. Alice being the only person in Teyvat other than the archons who knows Teyvat. Who's explored it so many times and had seen it's own growth that Teyvat feels like a child to her as much as Klee is. The travel guides in the game are like her own personal diary, and only those who have reached "divine enlightenment" can understand what she's saying. Of course, this also means that biologically.. Klee is also a highly regarded figure in Teyvat
Rhinedottir is a different case. She's a human, from Khaenri'ah no less, except she's widely regarded all over Teyvatâ and rightfully so. She's studied the Art of Khemia and practiced it in ways no other human nor god has. Gold, as she is more well known for internationally, has created multiple creatures of life using the Art of Khemia. Creation of life is god's power, so what does this make Gold? Naturally, this gives her the standing akin to a god. Although she is more notorious than Alice given she is a mere human from Khaenri'ah, she is still highly regarded. And logically speaking.. Albedo, Durin and subject two or Rubedo, we'll call him, should also be highly regarded figures in Teyvat
Where do you come into play in all of this, you ask?
Well, you're just a simple character in the game. What your position is, whether you have a vision or not and if you do, what element, and where you live is all up to you. However that won't change the fact that you are Klee and Albedo's favorite character
Depending on the type of SAGAU this is, it will greatly impact the siblings' affection for you once they arrive in Teyvat. If it's soft au, they'll dote on you, and won't hide it. Albedo would ask for your time, chatting about the world and it's lore. Klee would cling onto you every second of the day, make flower crowns with her! Help her with this bomb! Flatten out a cliff she dislikes! Nobody would say no to the daughter of Alice!
However, if it's the villain/imposter au..
Well, let's save the angsty details for another day. All you need to know is; help them, and their affection for you will increase tenfold, and not in a healthy way. Expect tears from Klee, manipulation from Albedo, slowly being isolated from the rest of Teyvat until you can barely remember the faces of other people. Your family, what were they like? Well, they're not important anyway. Klee and Albedo are your family now! Who cares when the world finds out who they really are, and are right outside their door begging for forgiveness? Just take this tea from Klee, big brother Albedo will handle the trash outside!
If you ignore them, ridicule them and toss them out like the rest of the world did, why, they're furious. After everything they've done to build you to be the very best amongst the others, amongst the humans, adepti and archons alike, you treat them like this? Klee is rightfully sad, betrayed and hurt. No, she's not angry. She could never be angry at you, not when you sang the lullabies she fell asleep to in your precious voicelines. Not when your laughter and your joy brought a smile to her face when even Dodoco couldn't. She hasn't suffered much from you and the world compared to her brother seeing as she's just a child, but still, seeing the glare on your face.. It broke her. And it would break you, once you find out what you've done
Albedo would be more enraged, more tormented and betrayed than Klee. He took the brute of most of the hatred spewed out by the monsters in Teyvat. And truthfully he would do it again, if only to spare Klee from the bullshit of this world. But it doesn't change the fact that it hurts. He definitely uses his knowledge against those who hurt them
Kaeya spat in his face, muttering about how disgusting they are under his breath? Oh well, guess Kaeya will just have to confront Diluc about why the entirety of Mondstadt suddenly knows he's a Khaenri'ahn spy. Albedo will gleefully watch on the side as the brothers' relationship cracks and crumbles even more, the regret burning in Diluc's heart and the anger flaming in Kaeya's eyes destroying whatever amount of care they had left for each other
The harbingers hunt him down? It's a good thing he finished the game then, how would they react if all their secrets and plans got leaked out? How would they react after the future gets told, knowing Signora dies and Scaramouche betrays the fatui?
The archons attempted to execute them? It's alright, the world needed to know who Venti and Zhongli are anyway, as well as the fact that Ei's sister is dead, and the almighty shogun is merely a puppet. Plus, it wouldn't hurt to remind them of those they lost, and how disappointed they are in them right now, right? Truly, watching Zhongli's indifferent face morph into that of bewilderment, agony and anger all in one go was just too amusing. Albedo doesn't know what Guizhong would think, truthfully, however surely she would be disappointed as well, no?
And you, oh so perfect and gullible you, he truly doesn't believe that you willingly hurt them like that. Or he doesn't want to. No matter how rational he was and how much he knew your actions were your own, his attachment to you is way deeper than any logical thinking. But whether he believes in you or not, either way he'd have no qualms with using your deepest, darkest secrets against you. After all, he'd have to teach you a lesson. You'll learn to never trust those who aren't him or Klee ever again. You'll learn that you're theirs, you're their comfort and joy, and that is the only thing you'll remain to be for the rest of your life
âIt's alright, you were fooled by those imbeciles. I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt us, but still.. It wouldn't hurt to make sure you'll never forget who you belong to again, right?â
â And that's my contribution for SAGAU today! Just wanted to share a brainrot I've been having lol anyway Klee is the best spread the word. Thank you for reading!
#this is an excuse to write alice and gold as gods#also to write albedo and klee as genshin players#self aware genshin#genshin sagau#genshin impact albedo#genshin impact klee#klee#albedo#albedo and klee#genshin impact x reader#yandere genshin impact#yandere albedo#genshin impact alice#genshin impact rhinedottir#sagau#what do i call this au#reverse sagau#??#unedited#can you tell how long ago this was written#It still has the old color#đđ#âïž.brainrots
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Are they really brothers?
!SPOILER ALERT FOR TOH S2E16: HOLLOW MIND!
I had many thoughts upon watching this episode and a lot of them already got posted by other people on this app, except for this one... If I asked you if Belos and whomIpresumetobe Caleb are brothers you'll probably say yes, not just because that guy in Yesterday's Lie said âtwo brothersâ, but also 'cos the fandom has been calling them the Wittebros for as long as I could recall it. But what if they weren't brothers? What if the knowledge about what Gravesfield know today about their founding fathers weren't true?
While everyone one in the fandom and some in the actual show refer to them as brothers, Belos himself refers to Caleb as an âOld Friendâ. Which let's be honest isn't a title you would give to your elder brother, would you? Plus they both don't even look a like, at least not in my eyes. While Philip is a natural blue eyed brunette with a downward round nose, Caleb looked like a natural brown/redish eyed blondie with a slightly hooked nose. And I get that siblings don't 100% look alike (unlessyoureidenticaltwins) but based on that undetailed description only would you think that these 2 characters are brothers, without me asking you if they're brothers?
Now let me tell you about one of my favourite controversial history topics about 2 soldiers that have been depicted to have a relationship that consists more than just coworkers. Achilles and Patroclus! Some say they're cousins, others believes that they had a more intimate relationship, what really were they? We don't know and we'll never know (until proven otherwise). But my point is that their relationship was a topic that got adapted to be what who ever wanted it to be. And what if historians wanted Gravesfield to have a mysterious backstory, so when they discovered that 2 boys suddenly disappeared they thought it would be a good idea to represent them in a way that a 1600s English man would approve of.
And that's how the rumours of âThe Two Brothersâ turned into a historical fact. But if Belos and Caleb aren't brothers, then what are they? I honestly doubt that there would be anything intimate going on between these 2, also in the consideration that Caleb got a witch pregnant and they both looked young when upon arriving to The Demon Realm. Maybe they were 2 abandoned children who met and became like brothers or one of them got adopted... Either way I don't think that the Wittebros are actual Bros
What do you think?
#dana terrace#the owl house#toh season two#toh spoilers#philip wittebane#caleb wittebane#emperor belos#the song of achilles#hollow mind#I can't wait for more
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Noodles
Emma Langevin x Reader (Female)
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)
Summary: As a member of the Amigops, Y/Nâs known for many things: for her Among Us skills, for her witty sarcasm, for the crazy make-up looks sheâs probably the only one who could pull off...However, now sheâs known for two new things due to a lucky coincidence.
Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your wonderful request darling, I absolutely loved writing the plot and turning it into a full fic. So sorry for the long wait you had to endure but I still hope you come across it and give it a read! If so, I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy â€
âSo much for a clean kill, I say the knife going into his throat. I saw it!â If someone is gonna quarrel with the almighty Y/N, of course, itâs gonna be Charlie. Sarcasm fights sarcasm, wit battles wit, snarky comments flying left and right. Seeing as how heâs the only one to openly oppose her, he takes each and every opportunity, sometimes even creates his own just to mess with her.
And, surprisingly enough, itâs successful 9/10 times.
For instance to use as an example to showcase the aforementioned occurrence, we neednât look any further than the argument theyâre currently stirring - Charlie claiming he saw Y/N kill the body that was just reported by her no less.
âWhat in the name of fuck are you even on about, you werenât even in the room! The body was there when I walked in!â She counters his claim with far more fire than heâs offering. Thatâs the classic sibling dynamic between the two: one is super casual with their side of the argument, while the other is highly heated. âFor all I know, you couldâve killed him and vented!â
âThere isnât a vent in that room, sill Y/N/N.â He chuckles like a smartass while spewing complete nonsense. He hadnât run into Y/N for the entirety of the game let alone see her commit a kill.
âYes there fucking is!!!â She exclaims, face reddening to match her lipstick.
âHey guys, how about we just skip.â Corpse interferes, clearly holding back laughter, âI mean..it isnât going anywhere...â
âOh, no fucking way!â Y/N replies before Charlie could even open his mouth, âIâm not gonna pass as possibly-guilty because someone...â
Y/Nâs voice is cut off by the sound of the streaming room door creaking open, a figure peering into the room, another female voice now speaking.
âBabe, want noodles?â The voice, oddly familiar to many of the people in the call and the viewers watching the stream alike, âYou havenât eaten all day, you sound hangry.â
Practically forgetting sheâs on camera, Y/N spins in her chair to look at her visitor, aka her girlfriend of about nine months, âNah hun, Iâm not hungry. Thanks for the offer though.â
âEmma is that you?â Corpse calls out, startling Y/N who is suddenly reminded that people heard this brief but very self-explanatory interaction.
âOh!â The voice yelps, a few steps echoing before the personâs full body and face are exposed to the camera lens and are shown for all the viewers to see. âHi Corpse!â
âPretty sure he canât see you, Em.â Y/N says, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. Her and Emma had been keeping their relationship on the down low since the beginning with the agreement that they would make it public on their one year anniversary. Never did either of them think that the reveal would go down like this. Truth be told, they wanted to make a whole stream dedicated to it but well this can work too probably...
âNo, no, I can see her. And I can see your red-ass face too, Y/N.â He chuckles, âI opened your stream the second you and Charlie started going at it.â
While Y/Nâs face is getting even redder, Emma, with little to no care whatsoever, plops down on her girlfriendâs lap seeing as how there are no other seats in the room. âOhh, thatâs what all the yelling was about.â
âCharlie, the raincloud above Y/Nâs existence.â Charlie introduces himself, proudly announcing his role, âPleasure to meet you.â
âEmma, Y/Nâs girlfriend.â She responds, pinching Y/Nâs cheek, âIâd suggest knowing your limit. Sheâs likely to skin you alive if you catch her at a wrong time.â
âYeah, I know. Corpse has warned me.â He replies with a chuckle.
âOf course he did.â Y/N mutters under her breath in somewhat displeasure of what has been said.
âWell, if not your best friend, who will warn people of how lethal you can be?â Corpse says in his âdefenseâ clearly still stifling that laugh from before only stronger this time. âOh, and speaking of which, how luck am I that two of my best friends are dating!â
âLet me tell ya - hella lucky. You need to thank us and fortunately for you we only accept gratitude in cash form. No credit.â Emma retorts with a friendly fire much like the one which is common for Y/N.Â
âNoted.â Corpse salutes.
âYay.â Y/N says and probably now holds the world record for the least enthusiastic âyayâ in history. Who can blame her though - she wanted a romantic reveal of her relationship with the love of her life and yet she got something worse than if she had ordered it online: she got a relationship reveal over an offer for noodles. Imagine that.
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"I tell you more than you apparently tell me." she scoffed at the man, Cordelia was a pretty open book when it came to a lot of things. Was she going to tell him the intimate details of her love life with Cage, fuck no, but would she give up a lot of information going on in her life? Yes. Especially had she been in a fight and was bruised all over. The irrational side of her brain had her thinking to prove to him how upset she'd be if she went off and did something reckless and let him find out, but she was a mother first -- sibling second. Maybe this was the wakeup call that she needed to allow herself to have some distance from her brother if he wasn't going to be as honest, not to punish him, but to spare them both these arguments.
Glaring at him, "Well too bad, the truth and similarity between you two is astonishing." she snapped, because they were both stubborn, bull-headed men sometimes. Not that she wasn't but they were more alike in some ways then he obviously was okay with hearing -- "Though I'm sure Cage would have the same feeling hearing it so think on that, and Cage is an amazing man even when he pisses me off." it was odd being angry but also defending him.
"God, Thomas, if you think them not stopping on the same street you're walking on is losing -- then you really need some kind of reality check. Because that is not losing, that's winning that they wouldn't stop walking." she mutter. "The truth is you never got over if you're still trying to win against them, I don't mean win against them to win their praise, I mean doing better for yourself because you deserve better than everything we got. I know for sure I did. I refuse to let them keep controlling my life." At least in the little aspect, they had two children that had nothing to do with them, she was positive, no matter what stories they spun, having have your children not having relationships with you still said something to someone. She narrowed her eyes, "Are you saying I'm treating you just like how our parents treated us? Because I fucking care and don't want you to go to jail? In a small town, yes you can go to jail for beating the shit out of someone." she snapped. "Sorry for caring, you know what, Tommy, go beat the fuck out of whoever you want." It wasn't that he couldn't make mistake but he had an except way of twisting words of what someone was saying, from what she was learning right now. Especially comparing her to how they grew up.
Curling up tighter, "Yeah well you aren't a walk in the park either." she said in retort to him calling her very difficult. "And I'm not easy to love, at all." she said shaking her head. "I don't care about mom and dad." she snapped, it just part of her knew it was true that they had so much trouble loving her when she wasn't perfect. "Cage doesn't want kids." she finally said, "He said we didn't have to worry about diapers or anything in our future and I get I mentioned babies out of nowhere when we were talking about me maybe going back to school but I said I was torn going back to school and wanting more kids and he said we don't have to worry about that." she wiped at her eyes. "I've always wanted a big family and even more I wanted to try maybe to have that with Cage, but now I'm pretty positive he doesn't want any more kids, I mean I get it he has a thirteen year old and now is having to deal with Rosalyn why would he want that. So we -- it... we just... how do we work? He doesn't want kids, I do want kids. Someone ends up resenting someone someday." she said, "I just got him back and now I feel like I'm going to lose him all over again and it's back to attempting to avoid parts of town."
"And don't act like you tell me every little thing that goes on in your life either, so don't expect it all from me in return." It was hard to find a balance sometimes when they had become so codependant with one another. They relied on each other more than most siblings, so sometimes it became hard to see the boundaries they should have in place.
Tommy's face screws up at being compared to her boyfried. After their interactions the other day he hopes not. He suspects Cage had kept his word on not telling Cordelia about their spat, otherwise he would have heard about it by now. "I resent that."
"I'm never going to win that game. They will always win. Whether it's because I fucked up or because I crossed them on a random street and they didn't even stop walking." He closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath, remembering that very thing happening yesterday. "I am trying to let go of playing with them. They can win all they want, I'm just tired of feeling like I'm always in a game." He underrstands that for his sister things are a lot newer, her pain fresh and she doesn't know how to navigate this life without them there. Maybe one day she'll get an opportunity to reconnect with them when they finally see the granddaughter they let go. But this isn't new for Tommy. It's a decade and a half battle. He's tired. He was exiled, yet Cordelia still saw him in the battle. He just wanted some peace of his own. "I care about you too, dum dum," he reaches out to nudge her, hoping she can see he's not the bad guy here.
"There is nothing bigger going on here. It was done with before you even gone here. You're clearly upset and that is what needs to be focused on right now," he insists. One much more urgent than the other. "Police are not getting a call, and if they do we will make it work. We always make it work no matter what gets thrown our way. But holding me to some condition where I can't do anything wrong, where the moment something bad happens its worst case scenario, is no better than what I dealt with growing up. I will make mistakes Cordelia. I will have problems. It's how I handle them after that should be weighed." He thinks that is fair, to be allowed to be in the wrong just as much as others (still facing direct consequences of course) but accountable for where he lets that wrong lead him.
"You are very difficult, because you're entirely too easy to love," Tommy corrects her, his hand coming to rest on her back, gently moving up and down in hopes it will coax her out of her armadillo act. "Cord, Mum and Dad didn't punish you because you were selfish. They were. Long before they made their choices with you." He quietens for a moment, deep in thought. When he speaks his voice is soft, the same voice he uses to read Rosalyn her nightime stories. "Mum and Dad... they should not be the deciders of who you are as a person. Whether they approve or dispprove they have never had anyones interests in mind but their own. It's cruel to raise children that way. What they did doesn't make you selfish, it makes you a victim. That's what you're feeling right now, the wounds they left behind." His hand move to her hair, stroking it back from her face. "It takes time and care to manage them, Cor. You might not feel it always, and so you think it's all okay... but then something happens... and it hurts. It really hurts." He feels that pain now, knowing how much she has been wounded by their parents, and he felt it last night after seeing them in the street. "But we can keep going. We can find people to protect our wounds whilst they heal. I promise. It wont always be so painful. We wont always think about what they called us, what they did to us. Whatever is happening with Cage is not the same as what happened with them. So tell me what happened. I can protect your old wounds so you can focus on the now."
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Elle is the clone of Phantom so who knows she is clone ( for Danny as student and Danny as teacher) .
So in the au Danny as student, would Aizawa adopt both Fentons and Elle as his kids ?
And for au Danny as teacher will Shoto discover the truth and be like " I knew it! You are his clone!!"
"I'm gonna need you to repeat that," Shouta says slowly, looking up at a very nervous Danny. "Just for clarification sake."
"I have a clone and she needs a place to crash," Danny says again. The words in that order still are bizarre, but he looks down and sees Danny's earnestness, and he can't say no.
So that's how Shouta ended up with two very hyperactive half-ghosts annoying the hell out of him.
Since Danny lived in the dorms and Shouta ended up there more often then not, Nezu had made an exception and let Elle stay in the 1-A dorms with Danny. He had explained the whole clone thing as well as he could, and that seemed to intrigue Nezu. Shouta made a mental note to warn Elle.
The cover story was they were siblings. A lot of people knew Jazz my word of mouth, and knew that she wasn't particularly the dating type, let alone a have-a-magically-fourteen-year-old-daughter-right-out-of-high-school type. It worked out, because Danny and Elle looked almost exactly alike, save for the massive height difference. Danny had shot up in height over the past few months and now towered over the entire class. Even Shouta had to look up to talk to him now.
She fit in well enough when she was over. She was finishing up exploring the world, according to Danny. A two year long road trip by herself. Money wasn't a big issue since she could fly and steal food, but any allowance he had been giving Danny and Jazz had gone to Elle without him knowing. It was an disgustingly sweet gesture, and a nice way to give her her freedom while still checking in on her. Now that she was pretty much back, save for the small islands around the country, she had nowhere to stay. So Shouta, for better or for worse, now had three kids.
This, of course, was not mentioned to his class. Hell, they didn't even know Danny and Jazz had been adopted by him. He had wanted to keep it secret, for fear of them accusing him of special treatment. Aizawa hadn't necessarily blamed him for it.
However, her presence was the main cause of gossip around the classroom nowadays. Todoroki is swearing up and down that they look to alike to be just siblings, and Shouta was almost afraid his conspiracy theories would lead him to an actual answer. Danny however, just laughed them off, as if Todoroki wasn't straying to close to the actual truth.
But Elle, for better of for worse, fit seamlessly with his class. The girls adored her, and called her a cuter version of Danny. He knew at least three of them had a crush on his son, but he wasn't going to say anything. Plus it was nice just having another girl around, to help even out the class.
She didn't attend class with them, she wasn't quite old enough. Instead, she left U.A. to go to a middle school Shouta had enrolled her in. On weekends she would either go travel, updating them on her whereabouts, or she would spend the weekend at the dorm kicking Kaminari's ass in Smash Bros. Shouta had to hide his smile ever time he nearly short circuited himself out of frustration. Hell, even Bakugou got along with her, more or less. It was impressive, to say the lease.
Adopting her, it seemed, was rather effortless on his part. He was loving every second of it.
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"No, Midoriya, I'm telling you," Todoroki said, exasperated. "They're more than just siblings."
"How do you figure?" Midoriya asked. The corners of his mouth twitched up in barely contained amusement.
"Because siblings don't look that close unless they're twins," Todoroki stated matter-of-factly. "Not even me and my own siblings look that close. And they act nearly the exact same way, too. And their powers are identical. I've only ever seen that with twins, and they're not twins."
"What do you think they are, then?" Uraraka asked.
"I don't see why this matters," Iida said as he pushed up his glasses. "His familial relationships are none of out business. We should respect their privacy."
"Iida, don't be a buzzkill," Uraraka rolled her eyes. She got support from Todoroki, and Midoriya couldn't hold his grin back any longer as he urged the boy to continue his wild conspiracy theories.
"Maybe one of them is a robot," Todoroki sad. "Or-I don't know. A clone maybe?"
"Do they even have that kind of technology?" Iida asked. If you can't beat them, join them.
"I'm sure the government does, or some mad scientist somewhere out there." Todoroki pressed his lips into a thin line, and Midoriya could practically see the gears turning. Any second now smoke would be coming out of his ears. "But if she is his clone, why is she here now? How come she hasn't been here the whole time? How come Danny doesn't talk about her?"
"Maybe they were separated at birth or something," Midoriya said. He knew he shouldn't encourage this, but it was too funny.
"Elle said she had been traveling, though. But if that's true then where are her parents? Was she traveling alone while they stayed back with Danny? Or was Danny alone with his other sister?"
These were all very good questions. And Todoroki was determined to get answers.
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"Geez, how are you guys so alike?" Mina was asking as the Fenton siblings ate. They both looked at her with the same furrow in their brows, mouth open and food stopped halfway between there and the plate. Even their shoulders hunched the same as they put their silverware down.
"She's my clone," Danny said sarcastically. Elle snorted and elbowed him, earning her a grin in return. Mina just rolled her eyes, ignoring the way Todoroki perked up at the casual statement.
"I knew it," he said as he came over. Midoriya quickly followed, trying and failing to bring his friend back.
"What?" Elle asked, eyebrow raised.
"That's you're clones," Todoroki stated simply. Mina cackled as Danny swallowed his fork from surprise. He coughed and hacked until Elle stuck an intangible hand inside of him and pulled it out. He gave her a thankful nod.
"It was just a joke," Danny said, voice rough.
"No, it's not," Todoroki said. "You're a terrible liar, Danny."
"As your sibling I do agree. You are a terrible liar," Elle said.
"Who's side are you on?" Danny frowned.
"The funny side."
"If she is your sister why was she traveling instead of going to school? And why was she doing it alone? Do your parents know? Were they with her? And if they were, did that mean you were alone?"
He asked his questions, rapid fire, and Danny finally understood why Shouta got a headache from Class 1-A so often. He could feel the pressure building from behind his eye the more Todoroki talked.
"Yeah, he's actually got some good points," Mina said, a finger to her chin.
"She was traveling because she was studying abroad," Danny said smoothly, but as it had already been established, he was a terrible liar.
"Ugh, can we just tell them?" Elle asked, resting her head in her hand. "They're not gonna leave us alone. Besides, from the stories I've heard I know I'm not the weirdest thing you guys have seen."
"We shout probably ask Shouta first," Danny said. A slip of the tongue that nearly had him swallowing his fork again. Elle yanked it from his hand and sat it back down at the table as their three friends stared at him, mouths hanging open.
"Why would you need Sensei's permission?" Mina asked. Danny swallowed and rubbed the back of his neck-a nervous habit he had never been able to fully get rid of.
"Because he may or may not be our dad?"
"What?!" Mina said, jumping around excitedly. "This whole time and you didn't tell us?"
"I didn't want anybody to think I was getting special treatment. Besides, it's still kind of new. I only got adopted like two years ago."
"But Sensei would never let her travel by herself," Midoriya said.
"He didn't know about her until a few days before you guys met her. She-no lie-is my clone."
"So much for asking Shouta," Elle said with a roll of her eyes.
"Really?" Todoroki asked. His voice was quiet, but he was leaning forward, hanging onto Danny's every word. Danny nodded.
"My parents were scientists, and they were friends with this other guy who was obsessed with my mom. He wanted to kill my dad, marry her, and make me his son. It never worked out for him, so he made Elle. She's made from ectoplasm and some of my DNA."
Elle shot finger guns at the small group, not glorifying the story with a response. Vlad was still a touchy subject sometimes.
"Oh my god," Mina said. "You're not lying. He's not lying. You're not lying."
"I am not lying," Danny agreed. "But this stays between us. Please? We don't need more trouble on our backs. And please for the love of all that is holy don't breathe a word about Shouta adopting me. I don't want to be treated differently."
Mina nodded excitedly. "Cross my heart," she said, making the motion over her heart.
"God," Elle said with a fond shake of her head. "Yall are fucking crazy."
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