#mini catapult

[agbpaints]

GET READY TO LEARN JAPANESE, BUDDY

Now I finally have a Sword of Light lance that's MUL compliant

[natalie-alkaline-6]

Finally painted my first full lance for Lancer’s Finest, and my first lance that I’m proud of for quality reasons rather than quantity reasons

[moustacherie]

Centurion! My first attempts at using decals. Very pleased with the result.

Catapult. Been sitting on my desk for over a year. Didn't intend for the base to be a toxic waste but it just ended up that way.

Battle Armor! A legally distinct item, but will likely run them as IS standard

[dnrue]

[kite33]

sonic frontiers officially fucking rinsed

[hylaversicolor]

i might have to draw romac fanart again

[adornesibley]

Just printed and painted my first ever Battlemech~ Pretty damn happy with the results despite a rough overall print! Very VERY happy with the cockpit. This little Catapult has crosses on the side of the head to mark how many confirmed pilot kills he's gotten. He's a bit worse for wear, so wires may poke out here and there, but he's got a lot of experience and he's still kicking!

*Edit, I'm aware that the glass isn't correctly positioned for a catapult, but with the lack of detail I managed to get on the head I thought this worked better than trying to find and highlight where the glass normally is on a Catapult.

[afyrian]

candied peels and crushes kageyama tobio x gn!reader (fluff) synopsis: you run into your crush while searching for a snack word count: 800 warnings: none masterlist / pt. 2

    clouds start to blanket the sky above, sunlight dimming slowly as the day grows longer. light oranges start to inhabit the tree lines, and by this point, you should be home. however, a few of the clubs needed their photos taken for some tournaments they had won recently. leaving you walking around to find a vending machine before having one more set of photos to take. 

  all of them in the main building were either empty or out of your favorite snacks, like candied iyokan peels. a good mix sweet and tangy, blending perfectly on the tongue. and yet, they’re all missing from every location you can think of, besides the one next to the volleyball court. that place had always been a mystery to you.

  it was away from the school, typically only the sports teams ever entered it (mainly due to a key). so, you had only been twice, once to grab something for a friend. and the second is when you saw the love of your life, kageyama. technically, you didn’t really know him, and he didn’t know you. yet, the moment you saw him, the world stopped. 

  he was mid-jump. dumping the ball over the net to trick the other scrimmage opponents. sweat framed his face and his blue eyes focus intently on the task at hand. for a split second, it wavers, just barely grazing you. and that was the moment that you began to notice him.

  you see him in your classes, at lunch. yet, you’ve never had the courage to talk to him. you’ve especially never had the courage to return to that area of the schoolyard when you know he’ll be there. meaning, this mission of yours has to resemble that of a spies’. silent, quick, and out of sight of anyone who might tell kageyama.

  you peek around the corner at the vending machines, one for drinks, one for snacks. a sigh of relief escapes at the sound of a seemingly empty gym. with a smile, you happily walk over to the vending machine. there you see heaps of candied iyokan peels. mini bags filled with the only thing to fast track the end of your anxious episode. 

  you grab a few yen, pushing them into the slot, only for them to fall out of the coin gatherer. your eyebrows furrow, eyes narrowing at the faulty machine. of course now is when it doesn’t want to work. you grab them back out and stuff them back in, watching as they fall right back out. taking in a deep sigh, you rest your head against the machine’s door. 

  “why is this happening?” 

  “i can try it for you..” a familiar voice nearly stops your heart, your mind racing as soon as you recognize who it is. 

  you back up from the vending machine and look over at him, lips formed into a thin line. instantly you want to run away and avoid any and all conversation with him. however, talking to him could possibly be the only thing that’ll help cure you of your soul-crushing crush, “thank- thanks. they won’t seem to stick.”

  “i’ve had that happen, just..” kageyama grabs the coins from the collection spot, his tongue sticking slightly out as he slips the coins in.

  instantly the little screen lights up asking what you want, numbers and letters spread out in little buttons. “what do you want?” he looks over at you, eyes practically sparkling from the beautiful orange sky.

  “want? uhh yeah, the candied iyokan peels. i like the citrus taste,” you rock between your heels and balls of your feet, eyes constantly averting his gaze. 

  kageyama nods, pursing his lips. he pushes in the numbers and letters for you, bending over to grab it from the open slot. you smile at him, hoping to pretend that your heart isn’t about to explode into a pile of tiny pieces. this small act of kindness suddenly catapults your feelings for him, sending them over the moon and back.

  you grab the bag from his hand, feeling the electricity transfer between your fingers as they brush yours, “thanks, i have to go take some photos soon, so i’m happy to have a snack.”

  kageyama nods, grabbing out a yen for himself, sticking it into the drink machine. you’ve always noticed him to be a little reserved, quiet. however, you could never tell what he would be like on a one on one kind of situation. “makes sense… well maybe i’ll see you around then,” he nearly mutters, voice so quiet it could rival a mouse.

  “yeah, in class or something. uh thank you, again, i really appreciate it. well me and my craving for these do,” you smile, mainly to yourself, as you walk back towards the main building. 

[ronearoundblindly]

No Promises (2)

Lloyd Hansen x rival assassin!Reader

Don't Be Blue, Bunny Boy (see previous or LH Masterlist)

Summary: Lloyd underestimates how dangerous you are when he finds you wrapped like a gift in his hotel room.

Warnings for smut, but it's Lloyd so there's a knife, a gun, name-calling, cursing, drugging, dubcon due to somno, two a**holes in competition, unprotected sex (honestly, just never do anything Lloyd would do, okay? great. excellent. good chat), and possibly the best banter I've ever written gdi. Darkfic...but, like, funny??? For the love of everything, MINORS DNI. I have plenty else for you on my Light Masterlist, but this is not for you! WC 2k 🫣

*This CT 2024 Challenge work can be read completely out-of-context from the rest of the mini-series (which isn't even written yet anyway, lalalahhhh).

It’s bad enough you took the keycard off that fat fuck of a target first, but failing to follow you smacks Lloyd’s ego in just the wrong way. By the time he gets back to his luxurious hotel room, he’s fuming and itching to shoot something. You don’t need to be a mind-reader to know this; the man is still a man, after all, no matter how trained and controlled he thinks he is.

That’s why you’re here, trussed up in a sapphire blue bodysuit, smirking at the irritation radiating off of your rival as his eyes rake the length of your mostly-bare figure.

“Darling,” you burst, posing like a ‘50s housewife by the armchair, playful and sickeningly sweet. “You’re home! I was so worried.”

Anger quivers his lip coat till he vaguely resembles a pouting porcupine. God, you hate mustaches. You’re willing to bet—if you really put your back into it—you could hump his face with such friction, it’d rub him smooth. There are less-worthwhile endeavors that you’ve completely only today. Why not experiment?

“You have some fucking nerve, bitch.”

Lloyd keeps his steps forward into the room slow and casual, though his ire is obvious. He stops halfway across the carpet, unzips his leather jacket, and tosses it onto the foot of the bed.

He seems surprised when you strut over without hesitation; he hasn’t handed over any weapons, but you haven’t asked for a reason. Lloyd’s reputation is cocky, commanding, and curious—in that order—so he won’t start speculating till it’s too late.

Indeed, what possible harm could you inflict wearing this lil’ ol’ thing, huh?

As you get closer, his hand reaches out instinctually.

“Ah, ah, ah,” you tsk in warning. “If you rip my lace, I will gut you like a fish. Understood?”

“Can’t make any promises, but…”

Lloyd, undeterred, clamps his hand between your legs and runs a finger through your folds, proving the crotchless lingerie isn’t in danger of typical snags.

The pad of his digit is rough and teasing.

“I think we can work with that,” he growls.

Oh yes, he’s definitely, perfectly, and predictably cocky. What fun you’ll have.

You make a show of gasping when he starts dipping two fingers into your heat, rolling your head as if truly undone by the minimal effort, and wait for him to watch his own ministrations, distracted.

Then you strike.

You grab his wrist, twisting harshly, yanking the arm behind him, straddling his shoulders so your legs pinch over his neck, and he turns slightly to nip at your thigh. You’re not surprised he still thinks he’ll win.

His steely eye winks as he looks up.

“Bet I can make you cum first.”

A dramatic sigh escapes you. You release his arm to sensually smooth your palm down his body, bending to whisper, “that implies I give a shit if you come at all.”

You fling yourself backwards, using the momentum to catapult him over you and into the side of the bed.

The mustache emphasizes his sneer when Lloyd pushes up on an elbow.

“I, too, like using a firm hand when breaking bitches’ spirits,” he mutters, reaching for his switchblade which you present instead, wiggling it in your hand with a grin.

“Oh, bunny boy, were you too firm to notice my gentle caress?” You deftly unlatch and expose the knife’s edge. “Now, strip.”

You tick the blade quickly for effect.

“Show me some skin so I can mark my two points so far. I know how you love to keep score.”

Lloyd rights himself, peeling his black turtleneck over his head and smoothing his hair into place calmly. “I can kill you just as easily naked as I can clothed.”

“Of course, cutie pie, and I’m counting on many little deaths.” You look at the knife in your hand, concerned. “Please tell me this isn’t the biggest weapon you're packing, or I’ll be so disappointed.”

He’s smug while unbuckling his belt and shucking off his pants. Lloyd Hansen now proudly stands stark nude.

You let your eyes go comically wide, but then your brow furrows and you shrug.

“You’re welcome to keep talking while I sit on your face, but otherwise… I’m unimpressed.”

Lloyd huffs with indignation.

“Fuck you.”

Like the footballer he used to be, he rushes you.

“Promise?” you coo, dodging him and landing a sharp smack to his butt cheek. It’s spectacularly sculpted, plump, and rock hard all at once.

“Oh my! Darling, you did not lead with your best asset…” You notice the faint scar on his pale skin and giggle. “Little prick got pricked, I see.”

Your amusement gives him a split second to grab you, and Lloyd uses the opportunity to shove you back into the window so violently the thick glass rattles its frame.

“Shut your fucking mouth,” he spits viciously, not so cocky as before.

“Isn’t that what I’ve been begging you to do for me, sweetheart?”

Mouth hanging open in a taunt, one hand strokes him, the other warns. The tip of the knife you still wield barely grazes the notch between ribs where you could swiftly puncture his lung. Lloyd watches, fuming and mesmerized, until you transfer the pooling saliva to your palm and resume jerking his cock.

“A firm hand really does make you harder, doesn’t it?”

That snaps him out of it.

He scrambles to bend you over that same armchair you started at, and Lloyd’s version of prep is a single, perfunctory dig of two fingers into your cunt.

To his credit, you are dripping wet for him, so, though his need to check before chaffing himself wasn’t necessary, he rewards you with a beautifully debauched moan as he sinks to the hilt with one thrust.

Lloyd’s got something to prove.

Good.

He’s so focused on groping around to your breasts beneath the stretchy lace that you stick the switchblade deep into the chair’s cushion and hold on; whatever else you’re doing is irrelevant to him. There is only fucking. There is only feeling as if he owns you in this moment.

You let out a high whine and goad him. “Love it when you’re gentle with me, sweetie.”

That earns you an unhinged snarl and the pummeling slap of his hips against your thighs.

He’s so easy to motivate, a majestic maniac on a mission to turn you stupid, if only until the stench of sex dissipates. If the idiot would just reach down to your clit, you’d spare him, but Lloyd is a man.

A selfish, egotistical princeling who’s a good marksman and a shit human. Good, for the business you two are in. But not as good as you.

You sigh like you’re bored, sinking your chin to rest on your outstretched arms.

He stops moving, grunting as he pulls out of you and snapping one of your shoulder straps.

“Fine. You wanna put in the work, sunshine? You go for it.” Lloyd flops onto the bed, face up, his arms spread wide and high.

Of course, he’s going for the gun under the pillow. You know it, you’ve anticipated it, and you decided it would be a nice safety blanket to leave him, to keep him feeling comfortable.

So you crawl on top of him anyway, rocking yourself against his cock for a few seconds before shifting higher. You giggle for emphasis.

You’re just here to fuck him. You’re just here to fuck with him. That’s the truth, and he knows it. Lloyd simply doesn’t know the conditions of both your releases…yet.

“Such a desperate slut,” he rumbles as you settle above his face.

Before you cover your view of him, you pinch at his jaw and smirk.

“Only munches wear a fucking mustache.”

His cheek gets a condescending pat when he smiles back.

He’s cute when he’s having fun, apparently.

Lloyd licks his lips and slowly lifts his head to swipe at your entrance. “You owe me that fucking keycard.” He delicately kisses your folds before his tongue darts out to circle your clit. “And I’ll get it from you one way or another.”

You can hear the rustle of his hand over the sheet. Not even a solid suck on your cunt, and he’s already going for the gun…

“Oh, come on,” you plead, ignoring his threat. “Finish your meal, champ. I know you can do it.”

His eyes narrow, peeking past your mound as he growls, gripping your thighs hard enough for you to collapse forward.

Sloppy. The best word to describe Lloyd eating pussy is sloppy. He contributes as much as you do to the glide of his whole face over every intimate inch of skin. Because you’re sitting with weight mostly on him—some of it still rests on your knees—each movement pushes his nose, lips, tongue, and stache around with enough fervor to polish your raw nerves.

Honestly, it’s a shame he ruins the moment by slipping his hand under the pillow and pressing the silencer's muzzle to your side.

Petulance dialed to maximum, you whimper, “you said I could come first!”

Your hand falls below your navel, clutching the lace like he’s already wounded you, and Lloyd proceeds to laugh right into your cunt.

He doesn’t have time to form a comeback once you peel the sheer, protective layer away from the patch of fabric a mere inch above the opening of the bodysuit. If he’d have paid any proper attention to you, he’d’ve found it, but he didn’t.

The fumes of chloroform-drenched cobalt engulf Lloyd in the suffocating proximity of the bed and your body. He has nowhere to go but under.

The gun falls away once his limbs go lax.

You sit directly on his chest for the few seconds it takes to realign the inner and outer barriers of your dainty, chemical warfare, then you shimmy off of him.

He actually looks quite peaceful this way.

His features are carefree, his broad, smooth chest rises and falls steadily, and his…

Well.

Lloyd’s dick lays erect and proud on his stomach, unfazed by unconsciousness. It’d be an even greater shame to waste that.

“It’s ok, peanut,” you whisper out of habit now, forced to imagine the twitch of his lip, the pop of the vein in his neck. “This is your chance to make it up to me.”

It’s not difficult to take him into your still-sopping core, and once you angle yourself to grind on the cut of his abs, all Lloyd’s previous buildup rushes back. His ass may be the star of the show, but his dick is no fluffer act. He’s packing enough to nudge at that perfect spot relentlessly as you ride him, and you openly mewl as you approach the height of your orgasm.

You imagine he’d say you sound so pretty and pathetic.

He’d probably ask if this is the best you can do, but that makes you fuck him harder until you crash into a wall of pleasure, sweaty, exhausted, resting against that broad chest.

You catch your breath after a short while, skin humming with excitement. Absently, your hands paw at his sides for a tiny bit of comfort.

That thought gets buried in a tense heartbeat, and you climb off the bed, pleased to notice the sheer amount of cum and his softening dick means he finished, too.

You’ll leave that as a souvenir.

The plan was to carve a little message on him—nothing that would permanently scar—but you can’t bring yourself to mar such a glorious ass. That would be akin to treason. Seriously, if he had simply walked around you in a bathing suit with that thing, you would have slipped the keycard into his waistband and thanked him for his service to your wet dreams.

A bit of dried cum smeared all over his pelvis and dripping down his balls, his useless pistol still in-hand, will do fine as a statement.

You clean yourself up, snatching your real clothes from the closet where you hung them tidily beside his own, and give a gentle grip to his immobile knee where it hangs off the bed.

“Sweet dreams, bunny boy. Maybe I'll let you win next time.”

[Next Part: I Left You Something On The Body]

[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

This work was written for the amazing and inspirational Cum Together Extravaganza hosted by @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420, but a special thanks to @buckymorelikefuckme for the earworm that would not quit. Poppy, you dark enabler you... I fucking love you!

Prompts: "Bet I can make you cum first." || Somnophilia || enemies-to-lovers || Characters A + B cum together at the same time

dividers by @/saradika-graphics (blue art deco) and @/cafekitsune

[ironglorfindel]

BEHOLD

A Catapult!

Tryin my hand at magnetizing a mini. Got magnets, a pin vise, a little micro-saw attachment for my X-acto, and appropriate drill bits.

The body magnets are in already, buuuut I gotta let the glue set before making sure the arm magnets are in place correctly. (The magnets may or may not have been sucked from their sockets by my attempts. Twice.)

[agbpaints]

Aaah they're finally all done! My full augmented company is ready to go beat up some Davions. These were a lot of fun to paint, and the prints turned out well. There was some sort of scaling issue, so one of the Men Shens is absolutely tiny compared to the others, but that just adds character

Don't talk to me or my son ever again!

[kugokizs]

KISSES WITH BAKUGO!

❥ pairing: bakugo x gn!reader ❥ genre: fluff; headcanons ❥ word count: 1.1k ❥ warnings: none

finally a little smth for my favorite boy !!

001. YOUR FIRST KISS

Your hands were shoved in the pockets of your jacket in hopes to shield them from the biting cold, and your hood was secured by a thick woolen scarf courtesy of Bakugo’s mom. Snowflakes dropped down from above, making the city and the park you were in look like a mini winter wonderland. The cold was no match to the warmth in your chest and the darkness no match to the blinding light of your smile. Bakugo was in front of you, running around swinging on the street lights. You felt so warm, on a date with the boy of your dreams and having the time of your life. It felt like you were the star of a romance film.

You're not sure who started it, but you feel a ball of snow hit your back and you're turning around in faux rage throwing one right back, your giggles filling the air with Bakugo’s own. You can't help the smile that makes a home on your face, and no matter how much your cheeks hurt you can't help it.

Bakugo catches your eye, and throws a snowball at your face. You squeal, throwing your hands up before chasing after him. "Oh, you little-!" You curse as vou chase Bakugo around the park, slipping sometimes over icy snow or losing track of each other with the mask of snow falling over your eyes. Your hands throb now that they're no longer warm in your pockets and instead holding snow ready to be catapulted at your... friend? your boyfriend?

Right as you reach Bakugo you trip on a rock disguised by a thick layer of snow and your hands reach forward to break your fall.

Bakugo, as clumsy as he usually is not, falls backwards and brings you down with him. The force of your fall causes snow to lift around you and fall back down like rain, but you pay no attention. Now that all the giggles have died off and you're up close, the tension between you two that was undetectable before is very apparent now. You're so close you can see the reddish gold in Bakugo’s eye. You can see the ghost of his breath in the cold air, and the way his eyes darken under your gaze.

You can't imagine you look much different, and before you know what you're doing you're leaning closer, slowly, as if you move too quickly you'll be burned. You sort of feel like you are being burned if the way the flames licking at your chest are any indication. Your heart is thrumming, beating against your ribcage as if it's attempting to fight its way out.

You've been waiting for this, longer than Bakugo knows, even longer than you think. Since the day you met him and saw those plump lips curve up in a sly smile, you've wanted to know how they would feel against your own- and now you've finally got the chance.

Bakugo's heartbeat matches your own, and if you weren't covered by the heavy padding of your jacket you'd be able to feel it against your chest. He can barely believe he's managed to take you on this date let alone kiss you. It's the perfect setting, laying in the snow while the moon shines it's light down on you, and it feels like a perfect romance— something he was worried he wouldn't be able to do.

Your lips hover inches from him before they just barely brush. It's only a soft press but you feel like electricity has surged through your entire body. You can't help the shy smile that quirks at your lips, and when Bakugo leans up to kiss you again, you let him.

002. MORNING KISSES

You can't deny the man before you anything when he's smiling at you like that.

You've never been the type to indulge in morning kisses, too caught up in wondering if your partner would judge you. Maybe your breath stank too bad or your drool rubbed off on them. It was pure self consciousness that stopped you from kissing Bakugo when you two first started to wake up together, the sun peeking from behind soft curtains and casting a honey glow over your sleeping bodies. Your duvet would a ways be wrapped tightly around you and you would feel Bakugo's arms caging you in as his hair tickled your cheek and you nuzzled into his shoulder, pulling him as close as possible as he murmured sweet nothings from above you.

Bakugo has always wanted to be the couple that can wake up together and kiss lazily until they either manage to get up or fall back asleep. He's always found you beautiful, no matter what state of being you were in. He's considered this the purest form of intimacy, and he's always been grateful that you've allowed him to be the one to see it.

It's because of Bakugo that you no longer care about those negative thoughts. He makes you feel loved and cared for in a way no one else has, and when he looks just as disheveled as you, his hair mussed and knotted with a spot of drool on his pillow, you can do nothing but smile- too fond of the boy in front of you to do much else. When he smiles lazily, puckering his lips for a good morning kiss, you simply can’t deny him anything when he looks at you like that.

003. COMFORTING KISSES

When you feel like nothing can cheer you up, not even your favorite show or your favorite meal and it feels like nothing's going right in your life, Bakugo will walk in to see you staring at nothing in particular and reach out for you, wrapping you up in a hug, something that feels overwhelmingly safe and like nothing can ever hurt you as long as he's there. He'll hold your face in his hands and leave sweet pecks all over your face- your cheeks, your nose, your chin, your forehead, and then move on to litter them over the rest of your body. Your palm, your knuckles, your lips, before he's telling you that everything will be okay. Whispering "You're alright" and "I'm here" between every peck he leaves on your lips.

004. HEATED KISSES

The passionate but rushed pace always brings a heat to your gut, Bakugo’s breaths mingling with your own as you pull each other impossibly closer. Your hands grip his clothes, your arms wrap around his neck, your fingers run through his hair, and Bakugo does the same. His fingers running along your waistband and his lips trailing dangerously closer to the edge of your shirt, leaving love bites and marks that bloom across your skin like you're his favorite canvas.

His fingers dig into your hips, and his kisses send you spiraling, until they turn into simple brushes of your lips between shaking breaths and then into a series of short pecks so you can get air back into your lungs.

HIS FAVORITE KISSES TO GIVE YOU

surprise kisses: he loves seeing the look on your face

stomach kisses: the way you giggle makes him smile

forehead kisses: when he needs to feel you close to him

HIS FAVORITE KISSES FROM YOU

cheek kisses: it makes him smile

slow kisses: he loves to feel your lips linger on his

playful kisses: he loves feeling you smile against his lips

[audreyscribes]

Ω PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS: 🍀 TYCHE: Goddess of Fortune and Luck 🎰

Author's note: Hello everyone! In lieu of posting the major gods demigod headcanons, here is the minor gods version!As usual these headcanons will contain what it's like being claimed and what it's like for the respective god and cabin, followed by a small story between you, the reader, and the respective demigod of that god. Thank you for reading and please like and reblog! [PJO MINOR GODS DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST] Disclaimer: To new fans or strictly TV watchers of the PJO series, future spoilers for the entire PJO series books will be referenced. Read at your own risk.

When you get claimed, you literally feel like you won the lottery. Which in this case is being claimed by Tyche. Four leaf clovers begin to grow underneath your feet, there is an acorn in your pocket, there are hummingbirds and cardinals flying around you. 

“May the odds be in your favour”, these words are either a blessing or words of dread when a child of Tyche says it to someone. 

You have at least a lucky item. Every child of Tyche has a lucky item that ranges from conventional symbols of luck or your personal item. 

There’s word that items belonging to a child of Tyche are lucky but someone tried to take one without them knowing, and it only brought them really, really bad luck. By the time people figured it out, and they were told to give it back lest the bad luck actually kills them. All tokens belonging to children of Tyche are only lucky if consensually and explicitly given. 

On the other hand, the Aphrodite cabin and a few other romantics/literary folks out there do find it absolutely endearing at the story how one time, a daughter of Tyche took a lock of her own hair and gave it to a guy who was about to enter a competition, and won in her favour. It was like something straight out of a story about a medieval lady and her knight. 

Fortune favours the bold. The bigger the risk, the bigger the reward. You’ll get the luck and the reward, but at what cost? Everyone around you’ll balance you out and get all your bad luck.

I wouldn’t say the Nemesis cabin are your parallels nor are they your enemy or ally. Their mother’s domain is a disruptor of Fortune, bad and good, so Tyche has a connection with Nemesis. How this applies to you will depend, but let’s just say it’s not uncommon to have a child of Nemesis having a presence in your life. They’ll balance out the Luck basically. Which is why the Nemesis cabin is paired with the Tyche Cabin in Capture the Flag; to keep things fair for the other team.

When Palamedes offered the first set of dice that he supposedly invented, and given Tyche deals with chance, it’s not uncommon for you to own a set of dice. It can be a traditional set of dice, but as time goes on, it’s not surprising when children of Tyche start carrying around DnD dice. There is much debate if a child of Tyche is only allowed to carry one D20 ever. 

Never play Poker or bet against a child of Tyche. Even if you do play, DON’T BET. It’s a general warning to never bet because it’s not healthy and can be very risky, but against a child of Tyche? Prepared to lose in ways you didn’t know you could even lose. 

Children of Tyche often have skirmishes with children of Nike. Who will win? Absolute Luck VS Overwhelming Victory? This also brings in the fact that the Tyche Cabin and the Nike Cabin are to never ever be put on the same team. In the early days post-Titan war, all games and especially Capture of the Flag have been won by them in the most absurd, improbable way ever. Good thing at that coincidence, not only Artemis and Mr. D were watching, but also Hestia during that time because no one expected to see a flying catapult of burning artillery heading straight for the opposing team that was basically like mini meteors. One of said large shrapnels hit the lava wall, which caused a lava spill that headed for the opposing team, and also by extension, also the home team. Percy Jackson had to kick into overdrive using all his power to summon the water to absorb the impact and take out all the fire. The Demeter kids, Dryads and Satyrs were also not very happy, which made Mr. D unhappy. The Apollo cabin is still re-stocking their supplies from the non-lethal casualties. The Athena and Hephaestus cabins are still doing repairs and renovations. Good thing the Tyche children have a lot of money; probably for these reasons. 

When you get claimed, you can hear something like the sound of winning the lottery. There are dings, and ringings, while birds are flying around you and four leaf clovers are sprouting underneath your feet. You then saw a girl with fierce almond eyes look at you as she made her way over to you.

 “Hi! You must be the new child of Tyche!” she said while approaching you. 

“Um, yeah I am! And you are…?” you asked a bit hesitantly. 

“I’m Chiara Benvenuti, daughter of Tyche and cabin leader of the Tyche cabin! Nice to meet you!” 

You introduced yourself to her as she looked around a bit suspiciously before guiding you away towards a direction, leaning close to you as if to whisper something. You were confused what she was doing before she spoke, 

“Do you have a lucky item?” she asked quietly. 

You stared at her for a moment before I clicked. “Oh! Oh yeah, yeah I have it. Wait, do all children of Tyche have one?”

Chiara nodded, shaking her charm bracelet. “Yeah, every child of Tyche has a lucky item or an item significant to them that it acts as if it’s a lucky item to others. As cabin leader, I need to tell you to keep a good eye on it or keep it out of other’s hands.”

“Wait why?” you asked as you were approaching the Hermes cabin. 

“Back during the early days, when everyone was still adjusting to the minor gods’ demigods, someone once took a child of Tyche’s item, which turned out to be their lucky item. Instead of bringing them luck, it brought incredible misfortune that just got worse and worse and started to affect everyone else. Ever since then, all lucky items belonging a child of Tyche are kept close.”

“Oh…wow” you said as you began to sweat incredibly. “Then uh, I better hurry back to the Hermes cabin then-” you laughed nervously.

“Go, go! I’ll wait for you!” said Chiara, but was laughing though. 

You rushed over to the Hermes cabin, some of the native cabin members greeting you and asking you what the hurry was about. Then when you said you were claimed as a child of Tyche and went to get your lucky item, everyone immediately paled and the cabin was in chaos as they were all patting themselves down and were dumping your stuff onto your bed, hands raised up in mercy. 

You just stared at them all, realising that the children of Hermes had stolen some of your stuff without your knowledge and you only knew because they were relieving themselves of their stolen work like it was acid because they knew about the children of Tyche incident, that your cabin leader just told you about. You looked at your missing stuff, your bag that actually had your lucky item, before looking at them and slowly said, “Where’s the rest of them?” 

Chaos further exploded as the children of Hermes started yelling at the others to relinquish their spoils while some others ran out of the cabin to get the other children of Hermes outside to be extra sure. Bit by bit some of your other stuff came back, but they were very minor things like a chocolate bar or something. Still-

The cabin was still in chaos and you couldn’t help feeling a bit satisfied and giddy at the sight before you. You saw another camper and one you recognized as Damien White, the cabin leader of Nemesis, come in, confused as they carefully navigate between the crowds, just barely missing two campers going at each other when one realised they had stolen the other’s stuff. The two made their way closer to you and you recognized the other camper as your bunk-mate and growing friend, as you both arrived at around the same time. 

“What’s going on?” they asked as Damien didn’t seem fazed. 

“Oh, I got claimed as a child of Tyche just now and when they found out, they started to giving back my stuff and I may have eluded that some of my other stuff is missing-”

Damien let out a cackle and nodded, as the other camper seemed confused. “Nice” before he gestured to the other camper, “Is this your stuff?” when they nodded, he grabbed it and made a move to leave, “I’ll take your stuff back to the cabin first. Take your time saying goodbye” 

You looked at the other camper as Damien walked back into the chaos and out the door. “Wait, did you just get claimed too?” you gaped in surprise. 

“Ah yeah, just got claimed by Nemesis” they replied. 

“Wow, what are the odds!” you said before the two of you begun to share your experiences with your claim. Eventually with your belongings all accounted for, you bid goodbye to the Nemesis child, promising to catch up later, before bidding the Hermes cabin. You pretended you didn’t see the sigh of relief from them as you giggled. You only made a few steps forward, seeing Chiara first and you went to tell her you were done till you saw her arguing with Damien White. The two were heated as people were watching them. 

You went to see what was going on but Damien and Chiara were yelling and arguing with each other so fast, their foreheads practically touching as they were in each other’s face. You stood behind with your stuff, fiddling with it, unsure what to do but at the same time you weren’t that keen in getting whatever that mess was. With the possible thought of a cabin war on the horizon, you steeled your nerves to get in between them until you saw a guy with brown hair and blue eyes touch your shoulder stopping you. 

In shock you turned to him as he gave you a sun-filled smile, and your nerves turned hot, before he gave you a wink. “Don’t worry, I got this” he reassured before sauntering over with a finely sung hum before clapping to gather their attention with the beat. “Alright you two lovebirds, that’s enough~”

“Who are you calling lovebirds?!” Damien and Chiara yelled and turned their heads towards the boy in perfect synchronization. Their temper immediately peaked and dropped as they blinked and looked at the boy in surprise. “Wait, Lester?”

“Hi! How are my two favourite child of Nemesis and Tyche doing?” greeted ‘Lester’ chirpily. 

“What are you doing here?” asked Damien. 

“Well, I was here to visit and lo and behold, then I find out you two are arguing with each other as usual. While not an uncommon scene, you two better stop before you worry your new siblings into thinking they have to participate in a cabin war” said Lester with an amused grin. The two cabin leaders blinked in realizaiton before their eyes turned to their respective siblings. 

The new child of Nemesis walked over as Damien and Chiara were off being a bit embarrassed as Lester winked at you. “Don’t worry about them. They do this all the time but they hardly hate each other as you might think” he said with a teasing tone, before he looked at the two of you. “But really, the chances of a child of Nemesis and child of Tyche being claimed on the same day and being so close to each other…I have a feeling the two of you could be a great pair.”

“Wait, why?” you asked confused. 

“Nemesis is a disruptor of fortune, bad and good, and Tyche is connected with Nemesis because of it. As you can see,” he gestured to your cabin leaders, “This also extends to their children.”

“Wait, how do you know this for sure? Who are you?”

“Ah, I forgot my manners. “My name is Lester Papadopoulous, nice to meet you.”

[luveline]

hi jade !!! i absolutely adore ur fics of eddie n r with kids they’re always so cute :((( like they fr warm my heart sm !!

if ur still taking requests could u pls write smn w r and roan coloring eddie’s tattoos? it’s totally cool if not !! much luv 🫶🫶🫶

hi yes of course tysm for ur request 🥺

You're curled up on the small couch with your head in a book when Roan runs full pelt into the living room. Eddie, sitting on the floor with his hair tickling your thigh, opens his arms to catch her.

"God, you're a bombshell," he complains as she lands, "and where have your socks gone?"

She digs her feet into him and laughs, a move that shows very much who's daughter she is.

She's not big enough to do any damage and still Eddie whines, turning his face to you to beg for some saving. "She's making ground beef out of my legs."

"You're made of beef?" you ask mildly, turning a yellowed page. "Like a cow."

"Moo," Roan says.

Eddie feels at once like he's been gravely insulted and proud of her for remembering what animal makes what sound. He settles on glaring at her until she moo's again, and then stroking her hair behind her ears with a sigh.

"Your hair is getting soooo long, mini me. Do you wanna haircut?" He pretends to snip at her hair with his fingers.

You actually close your book at that. "It's beautiful. I love how even when it's brushed the ends stay lovely and curled. And when you do the ringlets," you praise, sounding dreamy. You rake your fingers through Eddie's hair and goosebumps race down his arms. "Just like her dad's."

You kiss the top of his head and then stand. "I'm gonna heat up that soup I brought, okay?"

He reaches out to stroke your leg as you go.

Roan hums a song under his head, hands on his arm. She tickles his bicep without meaning to and he giggles like an idiot, wrapping his arms around her back to restrain her.

"You didn't answer my question," he tells her.

"Question?" she says. It's a mouthful of a word for her, he's surprised she can get through it.

"You want a haircut? It's almost to your tummy." An exaggeration. It's just below her chest. "If you cut it all your curls would come back."

"Like daddy's?"

"Kind of."

Roan hums some more and then climbs out of his lap without answering his question. He takes it as a no, anyhow, and isn't surprised. Her hair looks lovely either way, he'd just wanted to express that she has the choice.

Abandoned, Eddie closes his eyes and drops his head into the space where you'd been. He loves Sunday's like this because the cleaning's been done, Roan's clothes have been washed, and all there is to do is sit and listen to his two girls making noise. You flit back and forth in the kitchen buffeted by the sounds of cooking, the smell of soup rich and enough to make his stomach ache. How nice, to be cooked for. Roan bumps around in her bedroom.

"Do you want me to go out and get some bread?" he calls.

"There's enough!" you call back. "Grilled cheese en route."

"Oh god," he murmurs, voice quiet and thick with delight, "I'm spoiled beyond my wildest dreams here. Blessed, even, I-"

His dramatics are cut short by Roan once again catapulting into his lap. He groans at the impact, screwing his eyes closed to play dead.

A cold wetness moves over his skin. He worries she's spit on him, but then Roan presses a little harder and the nib of a pen becomes clear. He peels his eyes open and finds her colouring the puppet with her washables.

Roan couldn't care less at his condition, he finds, her small hands on his arm and turning so she can see the puppeteer and his demon. He'd worried when she was a baby that one day she'd get scared of his tattoos. They're not the most kid-friendly he could have chosen when he was nineteen.

Despite plans for a small 'R' somewhere safe, he hasn't had a tattoo since she was born. Money has either been too tight or too sacred; how could he spend it on himself? There's always dolls and houses and dresses to buy, always ice cream and days out and things she needs.

She's chosen a soft pink. His skin is just pale enough to show it.

"Whatcha doing?" he asks redundantly.

"Colouring."

"I can see that. Any reason?"

"I like pink most."

"I can see that, too," he says. Roan swaps one pink for another. She doesn't try very hard to stay in the lines and he's not bothered. When she colours the puppeteer's hand in a fiercer purple he's actually quite impressed.

"That is beautiful," he says, giving the top of her arm a squeeze.

"'Nother one?" she asks.

He bradishes his other arm. "Please, baby."

She tries to colour the bats in green and pink, almost like flowers. It doesn't really work, as they're almost solid blocks of colour, but it's a valiant effort and he thanks her for it with a sloppy kiss to her cheek.

She loves it, giving him one in return. The pen in her hand leaves a long line up his neck as she ducks in.

Roan pulls away with a beaming smile.

He takes a chance and cups her face in his hand. Or rather, his thumb, because her face is tiny. "Thank you, Roan. You're a good drawer, you know? You're really good."

She smiles some more, shy and happy and adorable. He's shocked at how lovely she is whilst looking like him. It doesn't make any sense at all.

"Roan, you want grilled cheese, princess?" you call.

Eddie caps her pen and pulls her up into his arms. She takes it for a cuddle and hugs him as he carries her to the kitchen, all heavy and sweet in the nook of his neck.

"My girl's an artist."

You melt at the sight. Table set and dinner plated, you throw the hand towel over your shoulder and stand as close to him as you can. "Nice tattoos, handsome," you say.

"She is! Yes. Maybe I can have some tattoos after dinner," you say, voice taking on the bubble affect of parentese.

"Yes!" Roan shouts.

"I think we're agreed," Eddie drawls. "Now for our feast. Thank you, my lady."

You flick his shoulder. "Yeah, you're welcome, hotshot."

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[moii3]

NEW GEN EPISODE 6- LITTLE REVIEW

!!MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD, OBVIOUSLY!!

I've been waiting for an episode that fully took place outside of the work setting. And I've been kind of hyped for this since i saw VIP people share some illustrations (i always spoil some little things for myself but thats ok). I played this on my computer so, i forgot to took some screenshots of some of my fav moments like i wanted but, i think i'll remember to do that for my next review.

What i really like about new gen is how casual it feels without any forced drama or out of pocket moments. It's just a bunch of coworkers that get along just fine and have silly goofy times together. I think it fits better to the current MCL audience (considering our ages) and it feels more real. This episode captured that feeling pretty well.

As much as i would like to see the drama with Jason chasing Ysaline around the mirror maze thingy (i dont fucking know what you guys call that in english) and Ysaline getting saved by other LIs like a lost puppy, im determined to go towards Thomas' round and i wasn't dissapointed.

I loved everyone's outfits, not Ysaline's choices tho (just felt a little too millennial core for me but that's just my taste). I loved all the little mini games, i loved the little dumb debate they made about if Danica's cats are really considered "children'' right in front of her, i loved how we had an option to devour food until we got sick (literally), i loved how Elenda managed to get mortified in every single ride, i loved how petty Jason was with Danica and his little assistant..

As for the special moments with Thomas, i think i feel more satisfied with them compared to other episodes since obviously, they were just starting to get to know eachother. In this episode Thomas tries to calm Ysaline down very sweetly during the mega-catapult ride even as she basically almost rips his arm out from holding it too tightly. He holds her hands, tries reasurring her and shows a little bit of a soft side. I found it pretty cute and it was worth the gems.

Also the dialogues with him and the fortune teller lady was kinda funny. Her telling him he will fall in love but be miserable and lonely kinda threw me off. I would love to have an oppurtunity of it being a love triangle type shit with him, Ysaline and Jason. We'll see.

Was it kinda annoying to have a bunch of waiting times? Yeah. Is Elenda really cute? yes. Do i think Brune ate this episode? yes. Do i think Danica had a right to leave them for Golddreamz? Yeah, i think. Still brutal tho.

For real tho, i think my only criticsm would be to have more oppurtunity to have friendship building moments with others without our LI.

I'm excited for the apartment hunting episode. They fr gonna make us play pretend to be together with one of the LIs.

Until next time,