#nemo is going though some shit

[maegalkarven]

Choosing the frame.

After the dust settles and the wounds close, everyone contemplates what they can and should do now.

The Elder Brain proves to be a formidable foe, but not all is lost.

Or is it?

Set between Empty Prayers and Interlude. (I swear I'm better at chronological order on AO3)

The Dark Urge x Enver Gortash.

Characters: Dark Urge (Nemo), Enver Gortash, Isobel Thorm, Dame Aylin, Wyll Ravengard, Ulder Ravengard, Karlach, Gale, Astarion, Jaheira, Halsin.

POV Gale.

They’re the pitiful bunch survived in the latest attack of prior unknown enemy; harpers, refugees, flaming fists and several cultists who surrendered the moment they saw the Elder Brain.

And what a sight it was, a gigantic monstrosity of the flesh floating in the air, commanding the army of tadpoled marionettes to march on Baldur’s Gate.

And they did that, Nemo and Gortash. It was their plan what went astray.

Gale contemplates if there is any future for them yet, or this is it.

The end.

The drastic failure.

He would still have his backup plan to use the orb as a weapon of mass destruction to deal with the brain, if not for the knowledge newly aligned with them tyrant brought.

What it would save no one. What it would simply turn every illithid-infested person into a mindflayer.

Mystra didn’t care for the fate of all these people; she never cared for the safety of the Sword Cost.

All she ever cared for was the threat the Crown of Karsus posed to her.

And if this isn’t a waking up call.

Gale feels...

He isn’t sure how he feels. Devastated, probably? It’s not every day you find out your goddess and former lover is not what you imagined her to be.

It’s not every day you get disappointed in your god.

And to think he was ready to...

Unbelievable.

But again, all things considered, maybe he is where he is supposed to be; in a circle of kindred spirits and minds. Most of them have some inner or outer struggle going on with one deity or another, even the newcomer.

Especially the newcomer.

It’s not every day one meets a fellow Chosen, and not every day he finds out one of his closest companions is one as well. Or was. They all are falling from grace, aren’t they?

The fact what Nemo and Gortash are involved is not as surprising to Gale as one might have expected it to be; Gale is not a stranger to inner turmoil and deep longing what separation from a lover can bring.

He expected Nemo to have a tragic backstory akin to his - minus the goddess part – but what he didn’t expect was how utterly mutual this romantic obsession of his was. At least that’s the picture he drew for himself after hearing of what have passed in the illithid colony.

And even now Nemo and Gortash are the last to emerge to the small crowded room where Duke Ravengard is holding a counsel.

They look rattled, two disgraced chosen of evil gods, and they also stick close to each other, as if the entire world is their enemy.

It stings a little, Gale would hope Nemo to know he can always lean on him, especially after all support Nemo gave him. The unconditional, nonjudgmental way Nemo has been treating him and his condition got to his heart, as well as Nemo’s begrudgingly good deeds.

And now, once Gale knows the truth about Nemo’s upbringing, he is even more amazed of his friend’s defiance, of his proud and unyielding stance. To defy one’s god, to defy one’s creator...It is not a small deed.

“We need to decide our further actions,” Duke speaks. He has noticed the latest addition to the counsel and, from the slight frown on his face, does not look happy about it. But Wyll, who sticks close to his father, smiles to Nemo and gestures for him to come closer.

Nemo smiles back, warmer than many would expect, definitely warmer than Gortash would expect, if the flash of surprise over his features is of any indication.

“And why are you the one to speak?” the voice rings out from the crowd. Gale knows it’s one of the tieflings before he turns; the girl Nemo saved from the towers, Rolan’s sister. Lia stands tall and proud and refuses to lower her gaze. “You didn’t do anything to stop it from happening, did you?”

Wyll whips his head, ready to respond, but his father ushers him to stay quiet.

“That is true,” he agrees. “And I am in no ways diminish the heroic deeds of the ones who stood against the evil, even if they have failed to defeat it just yet.”

“Well, if so, when let them speak,” Lia insists. “Here they are! Nemo-“

“Oh, sure,” one of the fists argues back. “Let speak the one who started this all mess, that’s a great idea. He is not a hero of this story, but a villain. Another spawn of an evil god-“

“Don’t remember you saving our lives, dipshit,” Cal chimes in. “I do, however, remember you whimpering like a little baby at the first sight of the shadows.”

“Enough,” the duke’s voice rises to the commanding tone and, miraculously, they do quiet somewhat. “Why don’t we let the man speak for himself? A hero or not, it is yet to be decided, but his assistance will be irreplaceable in the battle to come.”

“What battle?” one of the harpers argues. “Where will be no battle, this will be a slaughter-“

“Do not lose hope,” Isobel tries. “The situation is looking grim, but I’m sure together we will find a way-“

“Not really taking advice from a daughter of Ketheric Thorm,” one of the Flaming Fists spits. “When were you going to tell us all of this is because of you, eh, Isobel?”

Nightsong steps forward.

“One more word out of your mouth and I will rip that tongue out-“

“How about we all take a deep breath?” Wyll, a poor soul dedicated to diplomacy, tries. “Listen to the ideas the few of us have and not spend time in endless squabbles? We all are upset, scared, shaken by that has happened, but blaming each other is not a way to fix it. And we need to start fixing it right now, before it’s too late.”

“Listen to Wyll Ravengard,” Nemo finally manages to get to the small stage in the middle of the room and, with Wyll’s help, climbs it. “And also listen to me, for I am one of the very few people who knows what we’re dealing with. It is true what I am a child of Bhaal,” he meets the gaze of the fist who called him out before and the man lowers his gaze first. “My involvement in the plot what lead us to where we are now is also true. But,” he raises a hand to stop several people from speaking at once.

“I am not here to apologize. Yes, you heard me; no apologies will be said today, for none of you know what it is like to have a father, a god, such as mine. None of you are in the position to judge me. And if, per chance, you decide to judge me, where will it lead you? Nowhere, I say, for you need me to survive this mess. You need me and you need my close ally Lord Enver Gortash,” several heads turn and said man tips his head slightly and proceeds to the stage. Gale hears Karlach curse under her breath.

“It is true what him and I created this plot, under the command of cruel gods you know as The Dead Three,” Gortash, on his part, has no trouble climbing the stage with no help needed. “Ketheric was the Chosen of one of these gods: Myrkul, Lord of Bones.”

“It was with Myrkul’s power,” Gortash smoothly joins, hand coming to rest on the side of Nemo’s back naturally. Gale hears Astarion huff and turns just in time to see the man roll his eyes.

Interesting.

“What the beloved Isobel Thorm was returned back to us,” the lord smiles and alright, he is not without the charm of his own. Wyll looks mildly annoyed by his interference, but since it was Nemo who quite literally asked the man to join, does not argue against it.

“Ketheric Thorm was a man who sold his soul more than once, first to Shar, and then to his last master. And all,” a dramatic gesture. “In the name of love.”

“I didn’t ask for that,” Isobel tries, even thought everyone knows she doesn’t need to defend herself. Yet some part of her seems to believe she has to, for in some awful, twisted way the cursed lands around them is her fault.

“It is not your fault your father’s grief changed him so,” Aylin tries, but even Gale sees her words give little comfort.

“Let’s not condemn the children for the sins of their fathers, shall we?” Nemo chimes in. “No one is blaming Isobel, we all know she was the one who singlehandedly kept the Last Light protected from the Shadow Curse.”

“That’s true! She saved us from the fate worse than death!”

“She defied her father!”

Isobel smiles weakly, grateful. Nemo smiles back.

“And now,” he looks around; making sure everyone is paying attention. “Ketheric Thorm is dead. And the age of the shadows is over,” a loud cheer goes through the room like a wave. Gale catches Lord Gortash smile like a cat that just got the cream.

“We have defeated the Curse,” Nemo continues. “Our friend Halsin ventured into the lands so dark and lifeless very few get to tell a tale about them, and returned victorious. Because of him, because of everything he did, everything every single one of you, Flaming Fists, Harpers, the brave souls who dared to walk into the deepest depths of Shar’s temple did – we have defeated the curse.”

Aylin beams.

“Do not let the looks deceive you,” she booms. “Do not let the cursed bloodline running in my friend’s blood discourage you. For when I gaze at him I see an ally. I see a man who looked into the face of the abyss and refused to succumb. I see a man who brought the light into the darkest corners of the darkest of places. I see a man whose cruel father put him against his own sister, and I see a man who was worthy of the sacrifice,” a sharp piercing look into Gortash’s direction. “Unknown to many. You look upon those men, those former chosen of gods, and see villains. I gaze at them and see hope. I see conviction what no matter how dire things might look, there’s still a way out. For if the worst of us are capable of selfless deeds, when what are the best of us are capable of?”

“Did she just call me ‘the worst of us’,” Gale can imagine this is what Gortash murmurs into Nemo’s ear. Nemo smirks.

“She might have meant Ketheric, you’ll never know,” might as well be his smug reply.

“I’m pretty sure she meant me.”

“Relax, a daughter of a goddess just praised your deeds.”

“I can see why Ketheric hated her so much.”

“Well, Ketheric’s opinion notwithstanding, we really need her support. You’re lucky she likes me.”

“I can’t see why.”

“I will tell you what we’re capable of,” Aylin continues, oblivious to the conspicuous whispering the two men are having. “Anything. Together we can do anything we put our mind into, defeat any evil. The Elder Brain is powerful. It is an enemy we have never fought before. But it, as any other enemy, can be defeated.”

“Indeed it can,” Lord Gortash raises his voice once again. “First step to defying the enemy is knowing the enemy, and this is where I come into the view. Some of you know me, many of you distrust or even hate me, but I assure you this will come to pass quite soon. For you will have no better ally and no more knowledgeable advisor than me, unless, of course, you count mindflayers, and they’re of uncooperative kind. Luckily for you, I,” a generous and quite dramatic gesture. “Am willing to help.”

“I know the Elder Brain and know how it operates, and trust me when I say you’ll need all the allies you can get if you even hope of winning this battle. An Elder Brain is supremely powerful organic calculator, a mental machine able to process a vast number of simultaneous thought processes. It is always a hundred moves ahead, and cannot be surprised except by a sudden confluence of unexpected variables,” he smiles, observing the silence what has fallen over the room.

“But luckily for us, we are those variables. We are the most unlikely of people to work together, the least possible allies, and this is why it might just work. The Elder Brain is the entity beyond mortal comprehension, but it doesn’t mean it cannot be subsided. It has been done once already, in a calculated plan to overpower it. And it did work, if for a while.

The reasons for why it worked and why it fell apart are irrelevant now, but I assure you all we need is ourselves and the minds we bear. The Elder Brain has no weakness but the unexpected, and it means we need to be just that – unexpected, unpredictable, completely out of any line and form of rationalization. And what is more unexpected than yesterday’s masterminds turned today’s saviors? What is more unexpected than all of us, working together towards one common goal?

What goal, you may ask me. Survival. Such a simple word, isn’t it? And yet it drives us all, this deep-rooted need to overcome what comes our way. To live, to see the other day. I don’t know about you, but I am not yet ready to die. I expect to have a long and fulfilling life. And what about you?”

He looks from face to face, as if capturing them in his mind, cataloguing and putting into categories.

A clever man indeed, Gale has to admit, and good with words. Probably good with his tongue too, if Nemo’s blind loyalty to him is of any indication.

“Do you want to die? Are you ready to lay down your weapons and simply give up? I find it hard to believe. No, you,” he gestures at the harpers. “Who fought the losing battle against the undying enemy? Or you,” another one, this time at the fists. “Who fought to protect the innocents despite all odds being against you? Or even you,” now at the group a part of which Gale himself is. “A bunch of damned and unlucky, happened to be at the wrong time at the wrong place. Tadpoled, frightened, hunted for life, but fighting on. Are you willing to die? Or are you going to stand up with me and see the other day?”

Some whispers, someone cheers.

“Are you going to do the impossible or will you give up before even trying?” more cheers.

“Will you get your lives back or will you quit?” at this point the cheering is almost deafening.

“A good speech,” Jaheira comments. “Too bad he doesn’t mean a word he says.”

“He doesn’t,” Karlach agrees with a scowl. “But damn if they’re not eating from his palm already. I’d thought it would take more for him to trick them all. Turns out I was wrong.”

“They’re scared,” Halsin tries. “They’re lost. They have entered one battle and were thrown into another, so much bigger than everything they have always known.” The druid frowns. “And he is using that against them.”

“Well, whatever he is doing,” Astarion chimes in. “It seems to be working. And damn if I am not a little inspired myself.”

“I know what you mean,” Gale agrees. “I can see how Gortash managed to achieve the heights he did, if these are the kind of speeches he gives.

“Don’t let him get to you,” Karlach begs. “It’s bad enough he has Nemo wrapped around his finger, worse yet the entire crowd of people who should rightfully hate him.”

“To be fair, he did save Nemo’s life.”

Karlach scoffs.

“And I still don’t get why,” she runs her hands through her hair. “He had nothing to get out of that, nothing.”

Halsin coughs.

“Is it possible he did it out of...well, the affection he holds towards Nemo?” he tries. “They do seem to be locked together quite tight.”

“Don’t remind me,” Karlach sighs. “I can’t stand to watch how ridiculously proud Nemo looks right now. Damn straight swooning at the spot."

“What can I say, Nemo knows what he likes. Or, well, who he likes.”

“His taste is shit-“

°°°

“Wow,” Nemo laughs. “I haven’t had this rush of adrenaline since Methistar. Good job.”

Enver smiles and moves to catch Nemo’s face into his hands. It was an efficient speech, all things considered, even though most of it Enver just bullshitted though, adding there and there the facts he has learned about the Brain.

But it seemed to work, the general gloomy mood lifted, and, more importantly, it gave him a break to collect his thought and think ahead.

With Bane and the Church out of picture, he required a lot of thinking.

Rewiring the entire strategy will not be the easiest task, but Enver is up to it. If anyone can do it, it’s him.

But that, too, can wait.

“Still got it in me, huh?” he chuckles, though he doesn’t really need any conformation, not with the way Nemo stares at him, wide eyed and entirely lovesick.

Here, that’s better. His sweet, dear, bloodthirsty partner.

And to think Enver almost lost him.

“You were excellent,” Nemo all but purrs, leaning into the touch. “As ever. Never change,” he leans for a kiss, planting the softest, feather-light one up Enver’s mouth.

Then, as quickly as he leaned in, he suddenly pulls away.

Enver follows, trying to capture familiar lips under his, but the assassin prevents him from that, tears out of his hold and takes a step back.

“Nemo?”

The Bhaalspawn blinks.

“It was too easy,” he murmurs, blinking some more. “Too fucking easy. Of course it’s not done just like that,” more blinking. “Of course he is not letting me go. And with Orin out of the reach-“ he gasps, then bends in half.

“Nemo,” Enver tries to reach for him, but gets swatted away unceremoniously.

“Don’t touch me,” Nemo growls, and it is a growl what makes Enver pause. This is not a human sound; this is a howl of a beast what has no place coming out of Nemo’s throat.

Of course, he thinks. Bhaal has gone nowhere.

“Control yourself,” he tries, adding steel to his voice, but Nemo just laughs.

“Control yourself?” he gasps. “You have no idea what it is like, no fucking idea. And why would you? No one understands what it’s like to be Bhaal’s favorite, no one can ever-“ another growl tearing out of his throat. “Get...help.”

“What?”

“I said get help,” Nemo cries out. “Get Karlach or Wyll, or, for god’s sake, get Aylin here, I’m sure she can hold me down.”

“You don’t need their help,” Enver tries and knows instantly he is lying even to himself. An awful, loud sound of the bones cracking comes rattling through the room and Nemo screams. “Alright,” he decides. “I will,” another pained cry instead of an answer. “I’m sure Nightsong can-“

“Just go!” Nemo chokes out as his flesh tears, white bones showing though the gaps. His limbs shake and twist and it’s about the end of Enver’s endurance.

He goes to get help, leaving his ally alone in a dark, cold room.

With nothing but Bhaal in his head.

[thatfrenchacademic]

A list of my favourite legal latin expressions + what they mean

(aka latin is cool in specific legal contexts and we should keep on using it because it commucates what we mean more efficiently that if we had to find a way to say it in modern languages, BUT ALSO latin should not be a barrier to understanding legal language, the law is SHOULD be understandable and non elitist)

Erga Omnes / Inter partes : " we are making this EVERYONE'S BUSINESS" vs "this is a you-problem, so you get a you-solution"

Ex tunc / Ex nunc : "let's all pretend this has always been the rule" vs "cant do shit about the past, this is only for the future"

Nulla poena sine legem / nulla poena sine culpa: "no punishment without a rule being broken" / "no punishment if there wasn't a fuckup of some kind on your part"

Pater is est.../mater siempre... : "let's ... assume the daddy is the wife's husband, for now" vs "we all SAW where/who that baby CAME FROM"

de lega lata / de lege ferranda : "I'm saying that's what the law IS, tough luck" vs "I'm saying that's what the law SHOULD BE though"

Obiter Dictum : Court decided it had an opinion, and it wasn't going to be stopped by the fact that this opinion had nothing to do with the case

Fraus omnia corrumpit: Fraud. Corrupts. All.

Ex officio: No one asked, but i'm gonna do it anyway

Nemo auditur...: No you can't benefit from your own fuckup

Clausula Rebus: we agreed during specific circumstances... unfortunately, circumstances have changed.

Usucapio: I've been calling dibs on this for so long, at this point it's legally mine.

Ad nutum: because I WANT to, no I don't need to explain or justify that.

Sui generis: it's... it's its own thing.

Intuitu personae: this is based on THAT person - if it's not THAT person, all bets are off

Pacta Sund Servanda : you fucking SIGNED THE THING so now yes you gotta DO THE THING

[httpscomexe]

I was thinking of something where Reader comes back smellin like booze all drunk, and normally Logan hates her but he helps clean her always ❤️‍🩹

Fridays

Summary: You arrive at Logan’s and Wades shared apartment, drunk. Normally Wade is there to help you, but this time it’s only Logan.

(Find what I’m currently writing by checking my pinned post)

Pairings: Logan Howlett x Reader

Warnings: Underage drinking, drunkenness

Work count: 1040

Fridays…

Logan’s least favourite day of the week, when you and Wade would go out drinking, you’d both come back drunk, then you’d have obnoxious giggles while you painted Wades nails and watched Finding Nemo with a bowl of chocolate covered popcorn.

It didn’t bother him at first, but then he saw how Wade would get touchy with you. And it didn’t bother him, except for the fact that he knew alcohol didn’t effect Wade as much as it would you. So when Wade guided you inside by your waist, something you’d never let him do sober, Logan was just annoyed. Then Wade started flirting, touching your thighs and stroking your cheek while you were drunk. Wade never seemed the type to force anything on a drunk woman though, which was why it bothered Logan so fucking bad.

So when you came to their apartment alone. Logan was confused. You smelt horrible too. Like weed, which you didn’t smoke, and then there was the scent of whiskey. He knew you were underage drinking, and that you had a meeting in the morning, so of course he was concerned.

“Where’s Wade?” Logan asks, brewing a pot of coffee as you stumble in.

“Oh he’s out fucking some girl he met…” You giggle a little, closing and locking their door behind you before resting your forehead on the wood.

“Language, kid.” It annoyed you when he called you that, at least when you were sober it did.

“Kid?” You smirk, walking towards him with an obnoxious sway to your hips that only made Logan snicker.

“Why the fuck did you come here without Wade?”

“I don’t wanna be alone…” You whisper, your finger coming up to the top button on his red flannel but he stops you, his voice low.

“Go take a shower, you smell like shit.”

“It’s jus’ weed…”

“You’re smoking weed?”

“No, Wade had some…”

“Go shower, I’ll find you some clothes of Wade…”

“No…” You say flatly, like a child denying broccoli.

“No?”

“Wanna smell like you… I like you, not Wade…” You arms suddenly come to wrap around his waist, and he gently pulls you off.

“Can you even fucking walk?”

“How do you think I got here…?” He stays quiet, as if expecting you to answer for him. “I didn’t walk… Wade got an Uber then Matthew had to walk me up the steps.”

“Matthew?” You nod.

“Mhm, the Uber guy…”

“Holy shit you’re a fucking mess…”

“Can you help me?”

“Help you what?”

“Take a bath…” He stares down at you, and you swear his heart stopped a beat or two. “Normally Wade helps when I’m drunk… I almost drowned last time…”

“Mess…” He says under his breath. “Fine, let’s go.” He hooks his arm under your legs and lifts you bridal style, making you giggle.

Once he reaches the bathroom, he sets you down and turns on the water, waiting until it was the right temperature before turning around, only to be met with you, shirt and pants already thrown to the floor, and you are now struggling with the clip on your bra.

“Fuck…” You mumble.

“Here, let me see.” He turns you around before you can even respond, and your bra is off in record time.

“Thanks…” You say shyly, then work to remove your pantries, noticing in the mirror that Logan wasn't staring. Oh so respectful as usual.

You couldn’t deny it. Whether you were drunk, sober, tired, or completely rested, you could never deny your feelings for Logan. Since the day you first saw him…

Your were doing Wades nails in his room, watching a movie you can’t remember the name of, you weren’t drunk, you hadn’t started drinking until after meeting Logan. But he had walked in in the middle of you doing Wades pinky, only a towel around his waist, and your eyes immediately fell down to his v-line, admiring his wet abs as he came asking if Wade had seen Logan’s cologne, which he hadn’t. But you couldn’t take your eyes off him, you didn’t even notice you were staring until Wade tapped your arm and then you were so embarrassed… From that day forward, you refused to visit until you were drunk. At least then you wouldn’t remember anything humiliating you might do…

You had gotten into the tub, Logan already kneeling beside it with your own dedicated loofa in his hand, already rubbing soap over your arms and legs as you dozed off thinking about the first day you unofficially met him. And you were sure he hated you, always avoiding conversation with you whenever you tried to talk.

“Logan…” You mumble his name.

“Yes.”

“I love you…” He pauses his movements, thinking for a moment before continuing.

“Can you sit up a little?” You do.

“Why don’t you say it back?”

“Because you don’t mean that, you’re drunk.”

“I’ll still love you when I’m not.” You look into his eyes, and he knows you aren’t lying.

“I doubt that.” He stops cleaning you, now fully engaged in the conversation.

“Always have… Since the day I first saw you…”

“I didn’t even say hi.”

“I know but you’re hot.”

“So you wanna fuck me, not date me?”

“That too, both…” He lets out a long, deep sigh, hanging up your loofa. “Always thoughts about you fucking me…” He stands up, grabbing a towel. “Rearranging my fucking organs…” Of course, you never thought that maybe being drunk around him was just as bad as sober, if not worse. False confidence was in the market.

“Oh yea?” He pays into it, helping you up and out of the tub before beginning to dry you.

“Mhm… kids too… And marriage…”

“Really?” He sounded like he didn’t believe you.

“Yes, Logan…* You look up at him, feelings hurt when he shows no enthusiasm. “I really, really like you… Like a lot… I love you…” Your voice cracks, and he pulls a hoodie over your head. His hoodie.

“Hey, let’s talk about this in the morning. I’ll bring it up when you wake up…” He takes you out of the bathroom, turning off the lights.

“Can I sleep with you? I normally sleep with-“

“Yes, you can sleep with me…”

[harlowsbby]

A Nonsense Life 💘

Requested, the reader pranking jack by making him think she got his name tattooed on her.

“I still don’t understand how or why I let you talk me into this shit.” Urban mumbled as he drove to the studio where Jack was at.

“Maybe because you know you can’t say no to me.” You stated with a little smirk displayed on your face.

You saw a few videos going around of a few girls pranking their boyfriends into thinking they got their names tattooed on them when in reality it was a temporary tattoo.

You knew Jack and you knew he’d flip out when seeing his name tattooed on you. With the two of you being in a little prank war you decided to try and go above and beyond with this one.

“We’re here.” Urban said as he pulled up next to Jack’s parked car in the parking lot. “Are you coming inside?” You asked him when you noticed he was still sitting in the drivers seat.

“Oh no I won’t be getting the blame for this so I’ll be staying right here.” He told you and you huffed in annoyance. “Come on Urban I’ll buy you anything you want.” You pleaded.

He thought about it for a few seconds before deciding to tag along with you because who are we kidding seeing Jack’s reaction to his name being tattooed on you only happened once in a lifetime, even if the tattoo was temporary.

The two of you walked inside the studio and you were both greeted by Ace and Nemo, the two of them were sitting on the couch while Jack was inside the booth.

“What are you two doing?” Nemo asked as he squinted at the two of you. Urban and You never really came to the studio and he knew whenever the two of you were together trouble was not far behind.

“I’m just here to see my man.” You told him but Nemo knew you were up to something. “Like she said.” Urban added on.

When Jack noticed you were here he immediately got out of the booth and made his way over to you and the rest of the guys. “Hi babe.” He smiled and pulled you into a hug and placed a kiss to your forehead.

“Hi baby how was today? You get anything done.” You told him and took his hand and dragged him along to one of the many couches that were in the studio.

“We got a few things done the album is almost finished.” He smiled as you played with the hem of his shirt. “That’s good I can’t wait for you to finally be all mine once it’s over.” You told him.

He coo’d at you “You been missing me or what? I can kick them all out and you know we can finish what we started this morning.” He tried to whisper and wiggled his eyebrows.

“I think the hell not.” Ace spoke. “I don’t wanna see or hear any of that shit.” He stated and Nemo and Urban nodded their heads in agreement.

Jack rolled his eyes at them but made sure to turn his attention back to you. “So what did you do today? You went shopping or something.”

“I did a little shopping that’s about all though and then I went and picked up Urban.” He nodded his head. “What did you guys do?” You bit your lip nervously.

You weren’t sure on how Jack was going to react upon seeing his name ‘tattooed’ on you but you knew you couldn’t keep the small talking going on forever, you wanted to see how he’d react.

“Actually I did a little something today a little something just for you.” You song sang and looked up as he looked down at you, the curiosity was written all over his face.

“What did you do? Did you burn something down? Did you start an argument with the fans again?” He sighed and went to pull out his phone from his pocket.

“What? No I didn’t do any of that I did something better.” You placed your right arm into his lap and he looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed together.

“Roll up my sleeve.” You told him and bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing. “Uh okay.” He stated.

He pulled the sleeve to your hoodie back and once it was finally up to your elbow his mouth dropped open upon seeing his name ‘tattooed’ on you in fresh ink.

You managed to put some cream on it along with wrapping it up in Saran Wrap to make it more believable. “What the fuck Y/N?” He looked at you and then back at the tattoo and back at you.

“What?” You laughed. “Don’t you like it?” You stated proudly. Nemo and Ace looked over at the two of you and frowned at Jack’s shocked and somewhat nervous facial expression.

“What’s up?” Ace asked. “This is what’s up.” Jack lifted your arm up gently and showed them the fresh tattoo that said ‘Jack’ on your forearm.

“Ain’t no way that shit is real.” Nemo laughed and went to go and touch it but you pulled your arm back. “It is very much real I wanted to show Jack just how much I loved him.” Jack shook his head in disbelief.

“So you decided to get my name on you? Are you insane or what Y/N.” He stated.

“What? I thought you’d love it.” You pouted and Jack cocked his head to the side and just looked at you in disbelief.

“Y/N I love you but babe you’re getting this shit removed tomorrow.” He told you. “But what if I don’t want to get it removed? You told him.

Jack loved you but the last thing he was going to let you do was do something that you’d end up regretting further down the road. He loved you and was locked in with you for life but getting his name tattooed on you was where he drew the line.

“You can’t be seen out in public with me that’s all I know.” He stated and your jaw dropped.

“Why?!? It’s cute now everyone will know I belong to you, don’t sit up here and act like your fans wouldn’t do the same thing.” You stated.

Jack leaned back into the couch and started rubbing his face with hands he didn’t know what to do or what to say how to even think.

Ace and Nemo were trying their best not to laugh but by how stress and by how unserious you were I mean how could they not laugh.

Ace laughed. “I mean she isn’t wrong.” Jack sent a glare his way. “I’ll just stay out of it.” He mumbled.

“Seriously babe take that off I know you’d never do anything that stupid.” He told you. “If you love me you’d let me keep it.” You told him and Jack hunched over in laughter.

“And if you loved me you’d take that shit off.” You rolled your eyes. You were starting to feel a bit bad by pranking him so you decided to let him know it wasn’t real.

“Here take this.” You handed him one of your makeup wipes. “Wipe it across your name.” He took the wipe and very carefully and gently wiped his name.

When he removed the wipe he smacked his teeth in annoyance. “You’re so annoying for that baby.”

“But it was a good prank.” You stated. “You and Urban are always raising my damn blood pressure.” He said.

“Whatever but when the time does come to do tattoos you’ll be the first one to get my name tatted on you right?” You asked him.

“Babe, don’t make me kick you out the studio.” You huffed and everyone laughed. “You love me though.” He smiled. “That I do now come on so we can take this shit off.”

He took your hand and led you to the bathroom to wash off your arm even though this prank wasn’t successful at all you still enjoyed stressing him out just a little bit.

(I hope I did this justice anon 😭💘 tomorrow’s concept will be filled with much more fluff)

[prince-dork-the-companion]

Batfamily Presentation Night - Pizza - Cass

Masterlist

Cass: I'll go :)

Duke: Uh-oh.

Tim: Interested to see where this one goes.

Duke: Is this cheating? This feels like cheating.

Jason: When did you make this?

Cass: Before today. :)

Jason: I shouldn't be surprised.

Damian: That is a very useful visual.

Steph: I have nothing to say.

Duke: A good, hardworking employee.

Tim: We should get a cat and name it Cheese.

Damian: That is a horrible name for a cat.

Bruce: No.

Jason: Wh -

Duke: Are those turtles???

Bruce: Where did you get this image.

Cass: :)

Jason: B you have to explain.

Bruce: Cassandra.

Tim: So Bruce can have pet turtles, but when we do it's a problem? I see how it is.

Steph: Tim this is the perfect opportunity to go on your Jason Arc.

Jason: Your what?

Dick: Oh, I remember them! Those are the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! They're vigilantes in New York. Super cool guys. Have a bit of an addiction to pizza, though.

Cass: And the sewers.

Dick: Yeah they live in sewers, it's kinda gross, but they're nice.

Jason: Please tell me this photo isn't in the New York sewers.

Tim: The rats, the rats... we're the rats...

Dick: Oh, that's a good one of me.

Bruce: Dick.

Dick: If you mention the rules about eating on patrol I will throw a fork at you.

Steph: Haven't we already discussed that, Bruce?

Dick: Y- WAIT!

Jason: [cackling]

Dick: So you HAVE been stealing my pizza??

[general laughter]

Steph: Why does that image look so sad...

Babs: Don't diss the deep dish.

Jason: Steph, you're not gonna say ANYTHING about the order it's in?

Steph: Nah it looks fine.

Duke: This is favouritism.

Steph: Sauce on top of cheese is a far cry from PINEAPPLE, DUKE.

Duke: It's good!!

Jason: It's not.

Jason: Wh-

Tim: Why are you so angry... What did that burger do to you...

Jason: CASS??

Cass: :)

Jason: I can't believe I have to move AGAIN.

Dick: You don't have to move every time we find your apartment.

Jason: It's called PRIVACY, DICK.

Duke: I'm unsure if I should be more concerned about what "Nemo" means or the Pinterest deck.

Jason: Pintrest deck?

Tim: [wheezes]

Dick: Nemo... does Jason eat goldfish crackers on his pizza??

Jason: GOLDFISH? Have you NEVER seen the movie finding Nemo?

Dick: I don't remember what kind of fish he is. Sorry for not having that information STORED AWAY in my brain.

Jason: It's a clownfish, Dick. Kind of like you.

Dick: I'm more of a Dory, I think.

Jason: No, you're those annoying ass seagulls.

Steph: Mine? Mine?

Cass: :)

Steph: EXCUSE ME?

Jason: Digiorno? You WILLINGLY eat DIGIORNO??

Steph: NOT ALL OF US HAVE THE TIME OR SKILL TO HARVEST AND PREPARE THEIR OWN PIZZAS, JASON

Jason: SO BUY SOME.

Dick: There's a really good pizza place on Poplar called Moe's. They give me free pizza.

Jason: Moe's is shit and you know it. I'd eat fucking Dominoes before I eat Moe's.

Dick: YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

Steph: Fight fight fight fight!

Duke: [wheezing]

Tim: Huh what?

Jason: I think I'm gonna be sick.

Dick: It could be worse.

Jason: I don't think it can get any worse than this. I can't believe we're related.

Babs: Y-

Dick: ANYWAYS.

Steph: Tim, you need help.

Duke: He's not the only one.

Steph: Duke, I take back everything I've said about your taste in pizza, this is a war crime.

Duke: This feels backhanded somehow.

Duke: Oh.

Jason: Hm.

Duke: I'll take it.

Steph: THREE STARS?? AND I ONLY GOT TWO???

Duke: L.

Steph: I'm going to unionize against Duke's union.

Bruce: Duke's what?

Jason: Pesto?

Cass: Hm?

Jason: Green pizza sauce. Was it pesto? Tastes like herbs, really notably the basil. It's alright. Not my favourite, but it's alright.

Cass: ...Yes. I think so.

Damian: Only four stars... what do I have to do to receive five stars?

Duke: Dude, are you trying to RIG the competition?

Dick: It's okay Dami, we tied!

Damian: I wish crush all of your pizza flavours.

Jason: There's the answer, kid.

Damian: Hn.

Duke: I smell bias.

Steph: No, no, she's got a point.

Duke: I feel enlightened. Good presentation, 7/10.

Jason: [muttering] So tired of fucking moving...

Dick: You don't have to move, little wing.

Jason: Fuck off.

Steph: I am going to hold off making my judgements but all of you know that Cass's presentation is the best.

Damian: I will go next, as mine is the objectively superior one.

TO BE CONTINUED?

[feralwetcat]

(was gonna rb the other post but go off i guess)

boundsmp RRverse au

[RRverse: rick riordans universe of mythologies]

DISCLAIMER!: This is mainly based in CHB because to me it fits, the chaos of it all yk, though there will be mentions of Norse (Valhalla) and Roman (Camp Jupiter) mythology stuff

Im gomna avoid making characters kids of the big three unless it really makes sense so

(this is a long post, so info under the cut!)

Startinh with camps -

I think the Avicane would probably translate into Camp Jupiter somehow, so i definitely think Vast wnd Armor would be Roman demigods

Vast probably has friends in Valhalla, which is the magpies, maybe they're kids of a lesser known god, farther down the line of gods?

I can't exactly explain it but i wanna make Sylph norse? Maybe something like they're at CHB but are actually norse because she just doesnt like being norse and wants to be closer to xers friends? Possibly maybe

Rune is mortal, though that doesn't mean he won't be important:]

I think most everyone else is greek, though that may change

Now! Godly parents:] -

The one i mainly thought about was Sylph, who i think is Lokis kid, especially since its often known that they're genderfluid shapeshifters, which just fits them extremely well

Technically this isn't a godly *parent* but! I think Runes an oracle of delphi, maybe even vibing with the Hephaestus kids, but being fully mortal, it feels fitting to me, it gives him a good plot reason to be around everyone but also still being fully mortal and mostly unrelated to the gods. Probably goes and gets tea with Hestia every week though, yk

Nemo and Gavrin are probably both kids of Iris, i feel as if it fits well! The goddess of rainbows often being associated with creativity, which to me just kinda fits, though Nemo could be a kid of Apollo as well

I refuse to be basic and make every nerd a child of Athena BUT... Im sorry Elwood is an Athena kid, listen- you- yeah.

Mojave is an Apollo kid, send tweet

For Taliesin im tempted to say Hecate but i feel like with all the fraud stuff it doesn't fit well? But for now we'll sit with Hecate

Erin gives off either Athena or Demeter kid vibes, mostly leaning Demeter though, especially with the plant stuff, feels right

Marcel is an Apollo kid, send tweet

Avas probably a Ares kid who found some scruffy oracle on the side of fhe street, picked him up by the scruff of his neck and said "brother" and beat the shit out of everyone about it<3

I know making Virgil a kid of Athena is the best option, but im cool so *no* that bitch is just insanely smart, they're a kid of Mania the god of insanity because HEAR ME OUT. His powers come out through explinations, driving people to insanity by dumping mass amounts of information on them, probably hangs out at the Athena cabin a lot thoigh

Pietro (pieman) i honestly don't know, i was considering Athena (especially because owl), but i actually don't know? So Athena for now especially with the owl stuff, probably has a few owl friends

ASH IS A HERMES KID, SEND FUCKIN TWEET.

Vast *sighs* Mars, hear me out, he was forced to fight, become as strong as he could to please his father, at the same time competing herself to fight away any emotion thay would defy Mars. Hear me out. Though if you wanna bring in the big three i think Jupiter could work as well

Armor is a tough one for me personally, i was tempted to go with Apollo but that didn't sit with me right i guess? So Mercury for now i guess? Feels like the best option to me, plus god of trickery makes sense with an eventual betrayal of camp jupiter:]

PLEASE ADD ONTO THIS !!!!! IF YOU HAVE IDEAS THROW THEM AT ME !!!!!!!!

BONUS BECAUSE YEAH

Viviana as a kid of Hades, or Mania (making her and virgil technically siblings????) I'm thinking Mania because madness is just tasty, but Hades could work if you're dramatic, but Mania also because that girl is fuckin insane- (say hi to ur sister Virgil:>/j/j/j/j)

IM WORKING IN THE PLOTS RN !!!!!!!

[mjrtaurus]

Do you think sometimes Crocodile plops Nemo into Dragon's arms when he can see that Dragon is experiencing dad withdrawals? Like "oh shit, he's remembering he missed out on all of Luffy's milestones, give him a few hits of relatively new baby smell so he can remember that joy"

Or Gabe and Gryphon see that Tayta's sad so they invite him over to play. Have a turn on the swings, do some hopscotch, put funny hats on Ed and Viggo.

It always hits hardest in the Spring.

Luffy was born in the Spring, when the world was shaking off the last winter. The sky, the trees, the grass, the flowers… all of it had looked so much brighter when he held that baby.

Then he had to let him go… and nothing has looked quite as vivid or beautiful since.

The little seraphim soothed that ache, though. And they desperately needed all the love and support they could find, so he was happy to give it.

They had almost been robbed of their childhoods. And he had almost been robbed of his fatherhood. Slowly but surely, both parties were healing.

He still wishes he could have been there for Luffy…

[fluloa]

my headcanons for the sully family

JAKE:

- has an apron that says ‘kiss the chef’

- has thought about getting an ear piercing and would like to

- always itchy, like will be constantly scratching at a random part of his body during a casual conversation

- had a loner phase when he was in middle school

- doesn’t like fuzzy things, he hates the texture and the way it feels on his skin, gives him a bad type of goosebumps

- adhd. said what i said

- flexes his big dad muscles every chance he can get (good for him tbh)

- finds it so relaxing when neytiri plays with his hair

- is a big purrer, to the point where it’s embarassing and he HATES it but he can’t help it

- cries every single time he watches the start of finding nemo

- hates watching reality tv

NEYTIRI:

- loves watching reality tv

- bites off her toenails (sorry not sorry)

- really likes apple juice

- loves the song cover me in sunshine by pink, every time she plays it, lo’ak screams out in agony

- a sad beige baby mom

- makes weird faces when feeding babies and does the sound ‘nom nom nom’

- loves cats. jake got one for her for her birthday and he doesn’t think she’s ever seen her happier

- wine lover and proud (especially with these little shit of a kids)

- has a collection of perfumes and jewellery that she only touched like once or twice. poor girl just forgets about them bc of all the stress she’s holdin

- the type of mom to demand every kid’s room is clean when somebody is going to be over. lo’ak is always the one to say “they won’t even be coming into our room!”

- lo’ak gets a whooping for that

NETEYAM:

- asks jake for his old band t-shirts

- loves water parks and will say weeee when going down the slides

- lets tuk put makeup on his face. but that stopped after she used some cheap shop makeup on him and he got an allergic reaction from it

- sometimes he wears belt with his jeans and it is funny

- always forgets to knock before opening doors. once caught jake butt naked and has never been the same again

- his favourite color is purple but he says it’s blue so that people don’t make fun of him

- loves playing laser tag even though he sucks ass at it

- he’s a fan of marvel and he’s always first at the cinemas when a movie comes out

- likes to skateboard. surprisingly very good at it since he’s only used it like ten times since he got it for 12th birthday

- for some odd reason, he really likes helping neytiri out with grocery shopping? also a guilty pleasure to pick out some of his favorite snacks and being the perfect little son that he is, neytiri always says yes

- brushes his teeth DAY AND NIGHT without a skip

KIRI:

- definitely plays my singing monsters

- had a monster can collection phase (will not admit to it although)

- that being said, had an ‘indie kid’ phase and begged norm for a couple of unused cds so she could paint them

- listens to mitski and lana del ray and flexes it to people and attacks them if they say they don’t know who they are or they don’t like their music

- wants her septum pierced but by neytiri’s words, “i’d rather die.”

- does her own hair, hence why it’s so messily beautiful

- neytiri cuts her hair though, as much as she doesn’t like to admit it

- would really like a tattoo, but neytiri has said no obviously

- tried asking jake for the tattoo, but jake was terrified of neytiri’s expression so he said no

- then tried to do a stick and poke and it failed miserably (rejected from her skin a week later)

- weirdly insecure of her nose, sometimes she likes it, sometimes she doesn’t

- jumps on the trampoline with tuk until she’s passed out from exhaustion

- plant lover. like seriously has a dozen in her room and will panic if she hasn’t gotten the time to water them for a day

LO’AK:

- plays mortal kombat and has an addiction to it. will yell out fatality when putting neteyam in a headlock

- begs neytiri for waves (she always says no, thank god)

- has got led lights in his room that are stuck to the wall with shitty sticky tape. you can easily see it, too

- always facetiming tsiyera but half of the time she doesn’t answer

- the type to lick chip dust off of his fingers until the last speck is demolished

- SATURDAYS ARE FOR THE BOYS

- has a pet fish and secretly adores her, her name’s shelly and will go into deep detail if you ask about her

- favorite food is doritos and takis

- was a ‘all girls are the same’ type before he met tsiyera

- wears his worn ass jordans religiously

TUK:

- has a pink ipad

- makes her own fake youtube tutorials on said ipad. kiri sneakily watches them when she’s sleeping

- can do an impressive amount of tricks on the trampoline and each time she learns a new one she yells out, “DAD!!! DAD, DAD, DAD, COME WATCH THIS!!!! DAD!! DAD!! DAD!!!!”

- her heart broke when jake with a few drinks in his system decided to jump on the trampoline on a party night and ended up tearing a massive hole in the middle of it

- has a CRIPPLING obsession with slime and neytiri absolutely hates it. always searching up ‘how to make slime no borax no glue’ and always makes a mess of wherever she makes it

- SHE LOVES DISNEY and her favorite princess is moana

- begged neytiri to let her dye the ends of her hair purple. neytiri used one of those ten washes dyes in a box and didn’t bleach her hair before because “no way am i putting bleach in my daughter’s hair” when it didn’t work because tuk’s hair is literally pitch black, she cried

- she literally loves the low space buns hairstyle and will forever ask neytiri to do it for her. but will end up crying because of how hard neytiri pulls her hair (it’s not even that hard)

- has a huge collection of squishmallows (jake got her them all)

- doesn’t actually like chocolate but loves candy

- the type to bounce on neytiri and jake’s bed to wake them up

[dennydreadful]

HI THANKS FOR ANSWERING MY UNHINGED ASK THIS WILL BE VERY LONG BUT I READ THE COMIC IN ONE SITTING. im now going back and forth between imagining what kind of deeply toxic pseudo-vigilante shenanigans bunny (and caleb by association) get into post epilogue and thinking up scenarios where before shit got really real they both get soooooo much good therapy and heal together and end up toxicly codependent and kinda bad for each other still but in a way that doesn’t involve murder. like one of those aita posts where the general consensus is the couple should stay together bc even tho they’re both just exacerbating each others Issues at least nobody else is getting hurt. also i think dave and juicybaby hook up at some point.

have you ever seen that post that’s like “media in which it’s so very obvious all the problems could’ve been avoided if this guy got some therapy and a consensual bdsm relationship but that is very much Not What Happens in the story”? bc i feel like that applies to caleb. rip caleb you would’ve loved being a more well adjusted girl’s puppy and being led around the mall on a leash until security kicked you out. maybe next time king.

none of this to say i didn’t enjoy the comic as presented immensely btw. despite my ramblings here i think the comic ended in the most satisfying (for the audience at least) way possible. we love to see a dogboy beg for his own demise <3 we love to see a pretty girl go from justified anger to righteous rage <3 we love when characters have a deeply unhealthily fucked up perception of love and care and mental stability <3

like imo psychological horror is at its best when you take relatively normal people facing relatively mundane horrors then letting the aftermath of those horrors warp them beyond repair. in a good psych horror (at least when it’s like ii is and based on deeply human characters dealing with stuff in the most unhelpful way they can) you should be able to understand why and how things turned out like they did. you can think of a million ways it could’ve turned out differently if only the characters had seen the end coming, but the end they met was inevitable bc they *can’t* see it coming. the red flags aren’t obvious bc they increase so gradually. the bones of the building were there from the very beginning, but how were the characters supposed to know whether it’d be a home or a slaughterhouse? there were no plans, just bricks to lay and a storm coming. and that’s exactly how i felt finishing ii.

anyways. a caleb shaker charm would be so awesome i would love to go darla from finding nemo on his ass. thanks for the incredible comic my brain chemistry is different now and i’m kissing u on both cheeks in thanks MWAH MWAH

Cut because this post ended up really long, but here's Dave and Juicy:

idyllic island is a big old vent comic in a lot of ways. i drew on a lot of my own emotions and experiences to make it. i was in a very dark place for a very long time. i could have very easily gone down an even worse path, and very easily have been taken advantage of in a very dangerous way. but "guy goes to therapy and learns how to stop climbing into a wood chipper" is not a terribly interesting story imo, even if it's obviously the better outcome in real life. much more interesting to read about characters hurtling headlong towards certain doom lol

that said i always enjoy a good tragedy that leaves me feeling like "it didn't need to be like this..." (even though I know it was always the only way it was ever going to be) and imagining a happy world where everything worked out as best it could, so it's really cool to hear about someone doing that something I made!

before you read the next part just know that i LOVE hearing people's headcanons so feel free to disregard anything/everything i say here. death of the author and all that lol

imo he would have needed to never meet bunny for him to actually heal, and for her to not charge ahead on her path of destruction. even if he had gone to therapy and straightened himself up, bunny is so toxic she would have found exactly the right way to break him again (and honestly she would enjoy the added challenge). and couple's therapy would be SO BAD for him because she'd learn how manipulate and gaslight him even harder.

honestly I can't see a future for bunny where she DOESNT commit murder. she's a scorpion. it's simply her nature. it's not her fault we live in a society. perhaps she could have become a doctor and euthanized her patients discretely. i think she'd enjoy forensic science as well, but that would literally make her girl Dexter lol. maybe she could work for a three letter agency.

but yeah I absolutely agree that caleb would have LOVED to be in a 24/7 lifestyle BDSM relationship with a girl that did not want to grind him down to dust and scatter him on the wind. being a kinky freak with a loving partner would have fixed him 100%

[nautilusgays]

Concept: The Nautilus had surfaced around the Bering Sea and unbeknownst to all of them a sea otter, who had gotten caught in a current and swept out from his home, climbs in.

The Nautilus continues and a few days later Aronnax discovers the little guy and is delighted. He instantly is besties with the lil guy. But also knows he needs to be taken back to his home.

Nemo initially is like, 'i am not deviating from a pre-planned course, and going close to land, to return a singular otter.

Cut to a few days later Nemo is sulking cause suddenly Aronnax is not constantly paying attention to him and instead playing and babying his otter.

He pretends not to see the poorly disguised smirks of the crew when he gives them the order to turn back around.

Oh and the otter is absolutely a little shit and loves to mess with Nemo and then cuddle up to Aronnax like some sweet innocent angel.

I just want silly petty jealousy of a pet (who is a menace) from Nemo, and though that he realises he doesn't like it when he's not the centre of the Professor's attention and ...oh...oh

[harlowtales]

Y/N makes a choice. Who will she take it further with? ⚽️💔🤔❤️‍🔥

18 plus - Adult Themes, Language, Sex

Jack got up early and packed up the jeep loading pups in the back to head to Lexington. He sort of let you know he was coming but not for the reason he said. He told you he was taking a road trip to see KY Engineering because KY and Nemo were being honoured with a state award and wanted Jack to go. This was only partially true. They were being honoured but Jack had no plans to go and it wasn’t for another week. He told you he’s was due for some time with KY in the studio and to hang out in Lex for a a bit. You shrugged it off and went about your day. You were not nearly as affected anymore by Jack since you and Sunni had formed such a solid bond.

Jack picked up Urban and hit the highway. It was nice to just get away for a bit with some beats pumping and Lexington was under 2 hours away. Urban smelled a rat and called Jack out on it and immediately.

“So just headed to Lex to hang out huh?” Urban said suspiciously

“Yup.” Jack said dodging any further discussion.

“You. Who hate Lexington are just going there to chill out when Y/N is there in a soccer tournament to chill with KY and Nemo who you see all the time.” Urban said now more directly.

“Fuck bro what do you want from me?” Jack yelled over the music and noise from the open road.

“The truth maybe?” Urban said unapologetically

“I gotta talk to Y/N is all.” Jack confessed “I need to tell her...I…I like her a lot and I just want to see if she feels the same. You know we ain’t getting any younger bro. You’re happy with your lady. I figured it’s time to lock in with a real one before..”

“Before Sunni snatches her soul.” Urban chuckled “Gotta hand it to bro, he landed Y/N. He can cook though, girls love that, and he’s got that dorky sexy thing going on. Remember everyone had a crush on Y/N at one point?”

“He didn’t fucking land Y/N. They’re just hanging out and talking and shit.” Jack said confidently. “He is not sexy at all, he’s just a bootleg me. I know what’s best for Y/N. I’m the one she really wants but every time I had to avoid the situation because of my lifestyle.”

“Ok bruh.” Urban said “You tell yourself whatever you need to.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Jack said getting flustered.

“Yo sorry…eyes on the road.” Urban apologized for riling Jack up while he was driving.

They pulled up eventually to the gym at the University of Kentucky. Almost immediately there were whispers and pointing at the car as Jack parked. They snuck up on Y/N’s team in a huddle as the gym door was cracked open. Everyone froze as Jack and Urban got closer. None of them had really met a celebrity before, and Urban was almost as famous as Jack’s best friend.

Y/N turned around swiftly as the coach said “Jack Harlow? What are you doing here sir. Nobody told us you were coming.”

“Yeah what are you doing here?” You said with an edge still upset Jack was always mean to you, especially lately.

“C’mon, I can’t drop by?” Jack said oozing charm with his diamond earrings and megawatt smile.

“Um of course you can. Welcome to our practice Mr. Harlow. It’s an honour to have you here.” The coach apologized. “Ok girls don’t get distracted.” The coach yelled at the team about to hit the field.

Jack had never actually seen you play. It’s one of the many things you were mad at him for. Sunni made an effort to rearrange his work schedule to see you play all the time. “So you just in town to hang with KY huh?” You said with no hesitation to let Jack know you weren’t feeling him at all at the moment. “Where’s Sunni did he come for the ride?” You asked hopefully.

“Sunni ain’t here. I’m here.” Jack said firmly stirring something up inside of you that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Sunni is always with me.” You shot back.

“Why don’t you run along and get on the field. I came here to watch a star play my favourite sport.” Jack taunted. He was never just going to be nice.

“Oh I’m going to fucking play.” You said with clenched teeth. Jack had a way of getting under your skin. “But you know by this time Sunni would be telling me I can do anything and to just do my best.”

“That’s sweet but that’s not what you need.” Jack replied looking deep into your eyes. “Now go out there and practice hard like UK’s head is already on a platter. This is the finals. You wanna a sweet pep talk or to be told you are a demon and you’re going to crush them.”

“I’m a fucking demon.” You repeated feeling the competitive juices flowing.

“That’s my baby.” Jack said knowing it was what you longed to hear.

“Don’t do that. I know what you’re doing and I know why you’re here. I like Sunni.” You said assuredly.

“Y/N we’ve been in love since we were kids.” Jack said shocking you as he’d never admitted that before.” You know who you belong to now go play.”

“I belong to me and me only.” You said stopping in your wrath only to pet and kiss pups who was dying to jump into your arms.

“Y/N! You’re in!” The coach yelled.

Jack sent Urban and pups to the hotel as he wanted to be alone with you after practice. He sat and watched you in amazement. He knew you could play but he didn’t know how good you were. There was no doubting the olympics was in your future. He felt so proud as you scored twice and played rough. It turned him on to see you out there outshining everyone.

“C’mon Y/N get it! Steal it!” Jack yelled as the team looked at him. They were nervous he just showed up but everyone knew Sunni as Y/Ns sort of man and that her and Jack had been friends since forever so they didn’t think anything much of him cheering you on and bought the story of him just passing by and in town for other reasons.

After you showered and were the last to come out from the locker room hoping Jack would be gone, he was still there and motioned over to you. “I should stick with the team.” You said tired and sore.

“Nonsense, you know we need to talk.” He said smoothly.

“About what?” You said confused “You know you got some…nerve.” You said softly as he pulled you in for a kiss. Your heart raced and your head was swimming. You hated the effect he had on you and thought Sunni had successfully gotten you over him.

“Is the locker room empty?” Jack said breathlessly

“Jack no it’s not that easy.” You said weakly “Please Sunni is a good guy. He’s our friend.”

“He’ll understand he’s not your man and he doesn’t have you like I do. Our souls are one and you know that.” Jack said touching his forehead to yours. I need you right here right now. Please. After this if you choose Sunni I…I’ll leave you alone I swear.”

“No you won’t. You always do this.” You said getting weaker and he knew it. He pressed you up against the wall and began feeling under your shorts to push his fingers into your aching space. You moaned as his hands thrust in and out of you getting slicker with your passion for him. He kissed you hard and with his other hand grasped your breast. You pulled him into the locker room and locked the door.

He was bulging hard in anticipation of getting inside you but propped you up on a bench and pulled your shorts down. He forced your legs apart and licked your glistening pussy like a sweet lollipop before forging ahead with his tongue penetrating your inner core. He sucked your clit hard making you say his name “Jack!! Ughh!!” and grab a handful of curls as you arched your back.

He swivelled his head and drove deeper making you cum within minutes. This had happened before many times. Jack would toy with you eating you out in the back of his Jeep and dropping you back to your dorm. This went on for a year and nobody knew. You both felt that as long as you didn’t have sex with each other it didn’t count. It never amounted to anything so you didn’t tell Sunni.

“Fuck I missed how you taste.” Jack said wiping your cum off his cherry lips. He stood up so now his dick was bulging in his pants right in your face. You quickly pulled his sweatpants down as it sprung out you grab the rock hard shaft and took it all the way in until it hit the back of your throat. Jack winced in agonizing pleasure as he was sensitive to deep head. You pulled his warm cock out of your soft wet mouth slowly, looking up at him making him desire you more. He bent you over a desk and pulled on your ponytail as he entered you roughly.

“Jack!! Please!!” You cried out but he showed no mercy driving into you like a freight train in and out. You had to remember him. He couldn’t send you back to Sunni with some run of the mill memory. He wanted you to feel this for a long time.

“Do you feel me?” He said breathing hard and not letting up on his relentless rhythm slapping against your ass with his whole body. He was large and you definitely felt him deeply tearing your inner walls down.

“Yes!!” You screamed as his grip on your ponytail tightened and he thrust with more force. Suddenly you felt him pull out and heaved a sigh of relief but it wouldn’t last long.

“Come and fuck me.” He demanded as he sat on a chair, his cock hard and slick from being far inside you. You obeyed and positioned yourself to sit on him taking in his full length. He groaned and threw his head back only to slap and grab both your ass cheeks as you rode him steady and strong. It stung but he slapped your ass again and slightly smiled as a tear slid down your cheek but you didn’t stop. He wrapped his arms around you and sucking on your tits he forced you up and down harder.

“I…Jack! I…I…oh god!” You exclaimed as you gushed all over him wetting up his stomach. He kept you straddled walked over to a pile of blankets laying you on top and entered you again more slowly which was even worse as now you were sore. You hung onto him and winced in pain as he pushed into you.

“Come for me again.” He commanded picking up speed and covering your mouth. You screamed into his hand and clawed at his back.

“Jack stop! I can’t take it.” You pleaded

“Come for daddy one more time.” Jack breathed in your ear as he had you pinned down driving to hit your g-spot. His head was starting to throb as he was minutes away from exploding.

“I’m coming baby.” You whispered “Cum with me.” You opened your legs more so he could press further into you.

“Y/N shit!!” Jack cried as he pulled out and came all over you rubbing his cream on your tits. He was drenched in sweat and collapsed onto the pile of blankets next to you pulling you close to him. You laid your head on his chest heaving and in disbelief of what just happened.

“Never forget this even if you choose Sunni.” Jack said kissing you on your head. “I love you so much it hurts me and I always will. I would give you a life you can only dream of.”

“Jack I love you.” You said determined for him to know even if it didn’t work out which you were doubtful it would.

“But..” he said sensing something bad coming.

“But I…need stability and consistency.” You said honestly.

“Done. I’ll cancel tour if you want me to.” He said eagerly.

“Lord no don’t do that I’m not that important” you said as you both started looking for your clothes. He stopped you and his piercing ice blue eyes saw right into you.

“Is that…is that what I’ve done to you?” He said searching for the answer in your eyes. “You think you’re not important to me?”

“Yeah.” You said shortly as if it was common knowledge. “You literally dodged me every time I wanted more and were with so many other girls right in front of me.”

“I’m an asshole. You know what? I’m sorry this happened. I came here thinking this would make you mine.” Jack said hanging his head.

“Jack I belong to you. I can’t change that, but Sunni is a great guy. He looks after me.” You said matter of factly.

“So what does that mean?” Jack said tears welling up in his eyes.

“It means…when I get back to Louisville, Sunni and I are making it official. I’m sorry Jack but I can’t trust you.”

Jack took you to your hotel in silence. He couldn’t believe after all that you chose Sunni. He enveloped you in a a huge hug and planted a kiss goodbye on your cheek. “You’re mine forever do you understand?” He said looking down at you.

“Yes. I do.” You said in agreement as you didn’t want to pretend you didn’t have a bond with Jack that could not be broken, but he had broken your heart too many times and you knew Sunni would take care of you in a way you deserved. You walked into the 21C hotel lobby and turned to wave goodbye with a dimpled smile and blew him a kiss.

He caught it and held it close to his chest with a goofy grin and made you giggle, knowing you made the right choice.

@itsyagirljaz @okaaay-mice

[scullysexual]

a continuation of this. @today-in-fic

mentions of emotional/physical abuse.

“No, Mommy!” Emily cries, trying to squirm away from Dana’s hand. They are in the bathroom of a Walmart, a wet paper towel sits in Dana’s hand as she attempts to wash the dirt and grime of the past few days from her daughter’s face. The five year old has none of it.

“I have to clean your face, baby,” Dana says quietly. Truthfully, she doesn’t have the energy to fight with Emily today. She was exhausted; the stresses of her living situation catching with her.

Last night they had camped in the parking lot of the Walmart whose bathroom they were currently using. It was another cold night and Dana had barely slept. Despite the overnight parking sign, Dana had still been worried somebody would come along and throw them out even if she deliberately parked in the corner furthest away. That, however, had also come with its own issues: no streetlights. So while one half of her had worried about getting kicked out, the other half worried about getting her car broken into while they slept.

Emily, thankfully, had had no issues falling asleep. It was the daytime she struggled with. Unsimulated, bored, Emily’s tantrums had been getting worse lately. So far Emily had ripped one of her books apart and the corner of her tablet had a crack in it from when Emily had thrown it onto the parking lot’s tarmac. Dana tried not to get angry at her child, she was probably feeling the stress too now.

“Why can’t I go home and have a proper bath?” Emily asks.

Home. Every day Emily asked to go home. Every day Dana told her they couldn’t.

“Home isn’t safe anymore,” Dana tells her again.

“Daddy puts bubbles in my bath and let’s me play with as many ducks as I want.” Emily’s head lifts, almost challenging Dana to compete with her precious daddy. She hears what Emily doesn’t say. You keep me in a car all day and try to wash my face in stinky toilets.

Dana knows this already. She would listen as Ethan bathed Emily hours after a fight, like nothing had happened, meanwhile Dana would clean up the mess left behind.

She doesn’t tell Emily the other things Ethan does or says like how angry he becomes when he drinks or how she and Emily are the reason his life is so shit.

Well, they were out of his life now, Dana wonders if it was going any better for him.

Dana tosses the paper towel into the trashcan. She brushes her teeth and then disappears into the cubical to pee. She gets Emily to sing a song with her so Dana knows she still there and it’s during this time that something catches her eye. A leaflet sticks halfway out of the sanitary bin. Dana yanks it out as the lyrics to Wheels On The Bus trail off from her lips. Emily stops singing, too.

“Mommy, where did you go?” Emily cries.

“I’m still on the toilet, baby,” Dana answers though she is distracted looking at the leaflet. It’s a job ad; some time of nanny agency. Babysitting, Dana thinks. There’s a number on the bottom. An ideal striking, Dana gets off the toilet. When she opens the cubical, the leaflet still in her hand, Emily looks at her with relief.

“You took too long,” she says accusatory.

“I’m sorry,” Dana apologises. She shoves the leaflet into her bag and washes her hands.

“Can we go home now?” Emily asks.

“Soon.” Dana helps Emily off the counter and she takes hold of her hand, leading her out of the bathroom.

…

Dana listens as the phone rings, Finding Nemo plays in the background, Emily’s little laughter escaping her mouth as she watches. The phone rings five times and Dana is sure nobody is going to pick up. She’s about to give up when the ringing stops, there’s a slight pause, and then a woman’s voice rings through.

“Happy Nest Nurseries, Ellie speaking, how can I help?”

The voice on the other end takes Dana back a bit and she stutters slightly before she speaks.

“Hi, um…I’m Dana Scully. I was wondering if you had any positions available?” She bites her lip with trepidation, watching Emily through the rear-view mirror.

Ellie sighs. “I’m sorry, we don’t have any places, right now.” Dana’s heart sinks. Ellie goes quiet again and Dana hears the hustle of the phone being moved. There’s a conversation happening between Ellie and somebody else but Dana can’t quite catch the words. Finally, Ellie’s voice sounds through again.

“Actually, Monica says she might have something. Could you come in today?”

Dana smiles, happy and wide. “Yes! Yes, I can.”

“Great,” says Ellie. “I will see you then.”

They exchanges goodbyes and Dana starts putting the car into gear. The sound of the engine coming to life causes Emily to look up from her tablet.

“Are we going home now?” she asks.

“Not quite. Mommy has somewhere she needs to be.”

…

It’s only when she gets to the offices- the address listed on the leaflet and confirmed during a quick phone call to Ellie again- that Dana realises her appearance doesn’t exactly scream interview ready. She looks as tired as she feels, has aged about 10 years in three days. When she untangles her hair from the hair tie it falls down mattered and greasy, in need of a good wash, her curls in need of a reset (or a pair of straighteners) She finger combs through the ends, yanks out a giant knot with a wince, then reties her hair, this time into a ponytail. Then she pulls open the glove compartment in the hopes of finding a stray lip gloss tube in there. After rummaging around she finds not only the lip gloss but mascara, too, along with that a broken comb, couple of random receipts, a lighter, half a pack of cigarettes, Ethan’s ‘lost’ driver’s license- the memory of the day he lost that forever burned into her mind- and a teething toy from when Emily was a baby. Suffice to say, just about everything was in this glove compartment.

Dana shoves everything put the lip gloss and mascara away, she’ll deal with that junk another day. The uses the sun shield mirror and applies the products, immediately looking and feeling better about herself. She turns to Emily then.

“Emily?”

Emily remains half engrossed still by her tablet. “Hmm?”

“I’m about to speak to some very important people. I need you to be on your best behaviour, okay?”

“Can I bring my tablet?”

Dana sighs. When she was pregnant with Emily she didn’t want to become that parent who handed their child a phone screen to keep them quiet. In fact, she had been very against the idea, upholding it whenever she could. It was Ethan who ruined that one. When Emily was two years old he handed her his phone and it had been that way ever since. It wasn’t the first time Dana tried to implement rules and restrictions that would get thrown out the window by Ethan a few hours later. Bubble baths and unlimited ducks one of them. There was a reason Daddy was the favoured one because he gave whatever Emily wished, Mommy was just mean.

“Yes but you’ll have to put on your headphones.”

Emily pulls the headphones out of her bag and puts them on, forgetting to plug the wire into the tablet. Dana laughs and climbs out, reaching back into the car to unbuckle Emily and plug the wire in. Dana guiding a screen-hypnotised Emily, they both walk into the office building.

…

She meets Ellie at one of the desks. The girl wearily eyes Dana and Emily before smiling that fake customer facing smile.

“Maria will be in her office. Follow me.” And Dana does, following Ellie to the end of the hall. Two knocks and when a voice on the other side of the door bids them entry, Ellie opens it.

“Dana Scully is here to see you,” says Ellie.

“Send her in,” says the voice.

Ellie opens the door wider and Dana walks into the room.

“You can go now, Ellie.” And Ellie does so, closing the door behind her.

The woman- Monica- does a once over of Dana.

“I’m sorry,” Dana says immediately. Between the looks Ellie gave her and now the looks Monica is giving her, she knows she isn’t making a great first impression appearance wise. “I just didn’t intend on coming here today.”

“That’s okay,” says Monica. “Who is this?” she asks with interest and a big smile at the sight of Emily.

“My daughter, Emily—” Emily is oblivious, her eyes still glued to the screen. Dana looks wearily towards the other woman.

“You know, a lot of our clients don’t like giving screens to children,” Monica says in a tone that is gentle but still conveys a certain amount of warning.

“I know. And I don’t usually like it either but she’s so restless, she’d only be pilfering through your stuff, she’s very curious. The screen gives her something to focus on, it keeps her quiet, it…” Dana trails off. She knows she isn’t making much of an effort to defend herself, coming up with excuses here and there. “I just needed her to be quiet for now,” Dana says honestly. “I try to restrict her screen time.” A half lie, she did try when she lived with Ethan.

“Sit,” says Monica. “Let’s have a little chat.”

The woman guides the two of them over to the chairs at her desk. Dana helps Emily onto her seat before sitting down herself. Monica watches, beady eyed. When everyone is settled, Monica speaks.

“I don’t often do this but we’ve had a client seeking a nanny recently,” explains Monica and Dana hangs on to every word. “She’s desperate, almost, and we’re fully booked. Or we were, until you called. Now, we will have to do background checks, make sure you’re legit, it’ll take about three days but if everything comes back clean, which in most cases it does, the job is yours. Would you like it?”

Dana can barely believe it. She smiles brightly and nods.

“Yes, of course.”

Monica smiles back. “Great. Let me get you a form.” She wanders over to a filing cabinet and pulls the top drawer open. Dana takes her chance.

“Um…I wondered if I could also get a proof of employment in those three days as well. I’m hoping to get onto a housing list.”

Monica pauses and sighs. “Unfortunately Dana, you have to pass your probation before we can give you anything like that.”

Dana’s heart sinks once more. “And how long is the probation?”

“Three months.”

Dana gawks. Three months! She can’t live in her car for three months. She looks away, willing herself not to cry.

“I also have to ask what you intend to do with Emily when you’re at work. We’re you intending on taking her along too or do you have somewhere to put her, someone she can stay with?”

“Would she be allowed to come with me?”

Monica sighs again. “It’s not advised. You’re protected under insurance if anything was to happen to you while at the house. Emily, however, would not be. It is a risk.”

Dana looks at Emily then. Who knows what type of person this client could be. She could be risking Emily’s safety taking her with her. But where else could she go? To go back home would mean seeing Ethan. Family is…tricky. Melissa isn’t cut out for caring for a child- not to mention if she’d be in any state to even do so- she hasn’t spoken to her parents since Emily’s fifth birthday and that ended in an argument between her and her father, Ethan’s mother despises her and while she loves Emily she’ll only accept Emily if Ethan is the one dropping her off. There was one last person, the only one who has actually offered any support for Dana in the five years she’s been a mother but she too comes at a risk.

But, depending on hours, a risk Dana was willing to make.

“Yeah,” she says. “I have someone she can stay with.”

“Brilliant,” says Monica. She hands the form to Dana. “Fill this in as quickly as possible.”

…

Diana Fowley is the name of the woman who’s kids she’ll be looking after. Two boys: William who was the same age as Emily and Arthur who was three. Simple. Easy. She can do this.

Diana is a lawyer and, according to Monica, going through a divorce. It’s messy, the father’s contact with the boys is limited to weekends or whatever reason and originally, he was the stay at home dead while she was the breadwinner. Now this divorce has meant Diana has to look at other options.

Dana can’t help but compare this father to Ethan. She could never imagine Ethan as a stay at home parent- that was relegated to her- for pride mostly but also for controlling reasons. If Dana has no income herself then she can never leave, forever dependant on Ethan for a home, for financial support. She wishes she could see his face now. I got a job, Ethan. Turns out I’m not as stupid as you made me think.

Not that she was ever stupid. She has a quarter of a physics degree, had a direct path into medicine. A doctor she was going to be, a heart surgeon of all things. She was Emily’s age when she decided that that was what her career was going to be. She had it all worked out: married at 30, a kid two years later. Only the marriage never came, the kid nine years too early.

Dana doesn’t regret Emily, she doesn’t blame Emily for how her life has turned out. Emily is her entire world, Dana just wishes she hadn’t been 21.

“What do you want to be when you grow up, Emily?” Dana asks as they drive down a suburb.

The tablet is still on, now playing Ratatouille.

“A chef!”

This would be wonderful news if, when Dana asked her a few days ago, Emily hadn’t replied with dentist because she was watching Finding Nemo. She expects her daughter’s answer would’ve been a superhero if she’d been watching The Incredibles. But whatever path her daughter choices, Dana just hopes she’s able to become whatever she wants.

Her stomach twists as the house looms in front of her. Bill’s house she thinks as her hands squeeze the steering wheel. No, Tara’s, Dana corrects. If she stays it’s Tara’s house then it is a lot less daunting.

“Where are we, Mommy?”

“You’re going to spend the day with Auntie Tara, baby.”

Emily recoils.

“I hate Auntie Tara!”

“Emily!” Dana admonishes, spinning around. “You don’t hate anyone. Auntie Tara loves you. She wants to see you.”

Tears come to Emily’s eyes as she furiously shakes her head.

“I don’t want to!” the child cries. “I don’t like Auntie Tara. I want to go home! I want Daddy! Why won’t you let me see Daddy?!”

Dana sighs preparing herself for another Emily tantrum.

“Take me to Daddy!” Emily’s foot kicks the back of Dana’s chair. “I want to see Daddy!” Kick. Daddy. Kick. Daddy. Kick. Daddy.

Dana closes her eyes, focuses on her breath, breathing in and out, in and out. She reopens her eyes.

“Emily,” she says quietly, not rising to her daughter’s level. “I need Tara to look after you today.”

“Why can’t Daddy?”

“Daddy’s busy.”

“But I haven’t seen him in years!”

She reminds herself that it’s only been a week.

“I know and we will see Daddy soon but for now, I need you to go with Auntie Tara until Mommy gets back, okay?”

“Where are you going?”

“I told you, Mommy has to go to work.”

The concept was baffling to the child.

“But you stay at home…” Emily says with a frown.

Dana smiles. “Not anymore. We need to find a house—”

“We have a house- Daddy’s house.”

Dana unbuckles her seatbelt and climbs out of the car. She opens Emily’s door, unbuckles Emily, and kneels down in front of her.

“I need you to listen to me, Emily. Daddy is a bad person. Do you know what a bad person is?”

Emily nods. “They hurt you.”

Dana nods in return. “They do. That’s what Daddy did- he hurt me. He almost hurt you.” She wipes a stray tear from her child’s face. “So I got us out of there. That is why we can’t go back home, we can’t go back to Daddy. I’m gonna get us a new house where nobody can hurt us but I need you to stay with Tara so I can do that. Do you think you can do that?”

Emily pauses, thinking it over hard as if she had any choice in the matter.

“Daddy was shouting and you were crying.” Emily frowns as if trying to remember. “And something hitted my head.”

Dana nods again, tears now coming to her own eyes. She thought maybe Emily would have forgotten that night. Clearly not. “It was a glass cup, baby. Daddy threw a glass cup and it almost hit you.”

Emily’s eyes widen. “Why? Did I do something wrong? Do I make Daddy angry?”

Dana’s heart breaks a million times over, the gravel currently cutting into her knees didn’t hurt as much as this. She gathers Emily into her embrace.

“No, baby girl…” She breaths in her unique Emily scent. “You don’t make anybody angry. Daddy meant to…” She stops herself. Daddy meant to throw it at me she almost says. “He didn’t mean to throw it at you. But it did get you so that’s why we had to leave.”

“Daddy let’s me have bubbles and ducks in the bath.”

Dana smiles despite having nothing to smile about. How difficult to must be to understand that the Daddy who gives Emily bubbles and ducks is the same Daddy who screamed at Mommy, made her cry, and threw a glass cup.

“I’ll tell you what,” Dana proposes, pulling away and looking at Emily once more. “If you stay with Tara now, when we get our new house, you can have all the bubbles and ducks you want.”

“I want a duck bedroom. Painted yellow. With little ducks like Quacky.”

Dana sniffles, giggling through her tears. “You can have that as well. You can have anything you want.”

Emily smiles, tears and tantrums over. Another tear falls from Dana’s own eyes and Emily reaches forward, wiping one away.

“Don’t cry, Mommy. You can have bubbles and ducks, too.”

In that moment, every single thing Dana has endured feels 100% worth it if it meant Emily got to be here. She pulls Emily back into a hug.

“I love you, baby girl. So, so much.”

“I love you, too, Mommy.”

Dana presses little kisses all over Emily face until the child laughs and squirms away. Then she stands and Emily resumes watching her movie. Dana knocks on Tara’s front door.

[koriningyou]

WELCOME TO THE CHAOS🎵

Welcome to koriningyou! In this post you'll find everything you need to know (hopefully!) I'm your host, Nemo🦄 (30yrs | she/they | will also respond to Kori!). Our muses lineup features some fan favorites making a comeback: Rory Must/ang, Kyo So.hma & Bey.ond Birt/hday. as well as some fresh faces: Alice Avadere (A) & Chi/zuru Yosh.ida! Be sure to check out the after party my other blog

Please note that my activity is low due to other priorities (and limitations) that extend beyond the little demons in my phone. The lineup can be triggering for some viewers, so respect this is an 18+ blog. Each muse has generic tags for blocking purposes and descriptions of featured tws and what to expect from each one (this is a WIP feature so please bear with me). But also for this purpose, I am also labeling this a de.ad do.ve; dne (we can blame B and A…)

I'm friendly af, so reach out to chat/plot etc!♡ below the cut are the house rules, follow them so we can all have fun, yeah?

Below are the rules; however I want to make it sooooo clear. I know the argument against genderbend muses. And I'm genuinely sorry if Rory offends anyone, but I will not stop writing her. She has been a primary muse for me for over 10 years, my attachment to her is too strong to part with. So I understand if you feel the need to block me for this. I will not be mad♡

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no minors. Preferably 21+. But ultimately 18+. There will be nsfw / triggering things on this blog - mostly blood, gore, violence. While it may not be smut, implied and time skips are fine.

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Some muses are minors in canon. and I'm willing to rp canon timelines, however, majority of them will be played in a post canon timeline of in their early 20s.

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[invadernurse]

Catching Flies (Revised) Ch. 21

Chapter 21: Birth of a Destroyer

Overall rating: Teen

Summary: You catch more flies with honey than vinegar. That’s what they say anyway.

Teacher!Reader makes the mistake of trying to help the two most troubled kids in your class. This leads to forming a science club, learning some childhood psychology, adopting an alien older than you, and somehow catching Professor Membrane’s interest.

Afab Non-binary Reader;

The reader does have a last name: Nemo– which means no-name.

Chapter One |Master post |Ao3

Boltzman was furious. How dare you humiliate him like that! In public! In front of Professor Membrane! You had woven your lies so tight and so through that you managed to convince the Professor that you were special somehow. 

He would make you regret this; absolutely regret this.

Boltzman made his way to the Irken household. He may have never met Zim's parents, but hopefully they cared enough for their spawn that he could rile them against miss nemo. 

What he wasn't expecting was two tall, lanky adults that looked nothing like Zim. "Welcome!" They greeted him in unison, though something about them made his skin crawl and his mind scream that something was not right. "How can we help you?"

"You're Mr and Mrs Irken?" he asked, wondering if he got the wrong address. 

"We are," they answered with the same creepy smile. "How can we help you?" 

"I… need to speak to you regarding Miss Nemo…"

"Mx." They snapped, their eyes narrowing as their smiles disappeared, sending more shivers down his spine. 

"Right… so you know… them." 

Their smiles returned as if they hadn't looked murderous five seconds before. "Of course! They have been most helpful with raising Zim."

Shit. You already managed to befriend them. Boltzmanm grinded his teeth, trying to think of how to proceed. There had to be something in your past you were hiding. Something he could uncover to show your true motives. 

You were an English teacher, for crying out loud! You couldn't be that great of a mastermind! 

"We're quite happy they returned to be a part of Zim's life,” the couple continued in perfect unison. “We're such better parents thanks to them…"

Wait. "Returned?" 

***

When Monday came around, you were still floating on cloud nine. After all, a successful friend-date with the professor, seeing his face, and then he was on your side to hide Zim from child protective services…. Things couldn't go any better. And at the moment, you refused to let your logical side remind you that when things were going great, the universe  seemed to hit you the hardest.

And while you knew that Boltzmann probably had it out for you, you didn't expect to see both him and Meyers waiting for you as soon as you entered, both looking extremely excited. Which did not bode well for you. 

"Miss Nemo," Meyers greeted. "Finally, the mystery is revealed."

"Uh, what?" You asked, deciding it was too early in the morning to deal with the two. Yet it didn't seem as if they were going to give you any other choice. 

"I wondered why you had taken such interest in those two troublemakers," Meyers stated. "At first I thought maybe it was just because you were a gold digger trying to catch Professor  Membrane's eye…"

That certainly woke you up, kindling your annoyance into fury."What?!"

Your protest was ignored as Boltzman shoved a piece of paper in your face. It looked like a print out from a website that wasn't meant to be printed, but you froze as you read the contents. You didn't think before ripping the paper from his hands to read it closer, hoping your initial thoughts were wrong. 

They weren't. 

"This… this isn't real!" You shouted, clenching the paper in your hand. "What the hell are you two smoking to make something like this up?!" 

"We haven't been making anything up!" Boltzmann argued back, that snide look still on his face. "You are the one trying to cover up the truth!" 

"I am not! This is completely ridiculous! I-I am not Zim's biological mother!" 

By now a crowd of other staff had gathered and you were aware of their whispers and gossiping. All the while Boltzmann and Meyer looked unconvinced. 

"We have documents to prove it," Meyer stated firmly. "It took some digging, but you can't hide it anymore."

"Besides, his adoptive parents have already confirmed it," Boltzmann added smugly. "I talked with them myself." 

Adoptive… your were reminded of Zim's robotic parents. And then when you had 'helped' update them….

And Zim had taken your name as his mother's while falsifying those records. 

Oh god. 

Your stomach twisted as the realization of the possibility. If his computer messed up and actually put you as his biological mother when forging his birth certificate….

Your thoughts must have played across your face, and paired with your silence took it as if you admitted you were right. 

"I'm placing you on administrative leave until I can figure out how to discipline your omission," Meyer added with glee. "After everything, I am sure that the school board will want to review your case before you're allowed to influence any other poor children." 

***

"What the hell?!" You seethed after Dib and Zim appeared as you were cleaning out your office. Your eyes burned from tears as you pointed to the laptop Professor Membrane had gifted you, showing the same papers that Boltzman and Meyer had confronted you with. "Why am I listed as your mother, Zim?! I never agreed to that!" 

Dib bit back a laugh, looking between you and Zim, who's green complexion paled considerably. "Computer!" Zim screeched after a moment, his Pak's light flaring to life. "Explain! Now!" 

"Well, it was too much work to create three whole new humans in their systems," the computer's voice sighed from the pak. "So I just used Mx. Nemo and a random male who died in the last few years. I figured that would be good enough." 

Silence reigned before both you and Zim screamed with the same panicked and angry tone. "You did what?!"

"Fix it!" Zim snarled as you tried to calm yourself. "Fix it now!" 

"How?" The computer shot back. "Obviously the humans are already aware, and do you know how bothersome that is?" 

"I don't care!" Zim stomped his foot petulantly. "I want it fixed now!" 

Yet as much as you wanted it fixed, for the whole situation to just disappear… you knew it wouldn't. Boltzmann and Meyer believed they knew the truth and trying to convince them of anything else was going to be impossible. 

Hell, they'd probably make things worse if the birth certificate suddenly disappeared. 

“The computer’s right. It’s too late now. We’re just going to have to deal with the fall out,” you sighed, rubbing your forehead. “Even if they fire me, I’m sure I can --” 

“Fire you?! They dare threaten your life with FIRE?!”

“No, Zim--!” You and Dib exclaimed, trying to stop the alien from jumping to conclusions, but it was no use. The spider-legs unfolded from his pak and he darted out of your hole-in-the-wall office and down the hall towards the principal’s office. You and Dib raced after him, through the crowds of students who were oddly enough not that surprised by the sight. 

However, when the lasers blasted the door of the principal's office open, there was significantly more panic in the halls. 

"You dare to threaten Mx. Nemo?!" Zim snarled, landing on top of Meyer’s desk, the spider legs shifting to point at the pudgy man menacingly. “I will show you the might of the Irken Empire!”

Meyers looked like he was about to melt into a puddle in his chair, but Boltzmann, who happened to be in the office as well, wasn’t as intimidated. "Mr. Irken, if you do not settle down at this moment," Boltzmann snapped from beside the principal. "I will send you to proper detention. And failing that, expulsion."

“I WILL EXPULSE YOU FROM THIS PLANE OF EXISTENCE!” Zim roared back just as you and Dib reached the office. “This is unforgivable blasphemy!”

How was it he could be eloquent and yet misunderstand simple terms at the same time? You distantly wondered before wrapping your arms around the small alien and lifting him off the desk. “Zim, no.”

“Zim yes!” He snarled, twisting in your grip, reminding you oddly of a frenzied cat. “Let me destroy your enemies for you! They have bothered you enough! They need to be punished!” 

“Zim, listen to me! Listen to your Tallest!” you tried, desperate to keep a hold on him. “Leave them alone!”

The boy suddenly went still in your arms, and you realized what you said, as well as the fact you knew what that simple term actually meant. The pinnacle of the Irk hierarchy. The Absolute Authority. 

To say it shook you for a moment was understatement. 

“Do you really want to let these insects live after all they’ve done?” Zim spoke, breaking your thoughts. “After they dare to threaten you with fire?”

For one moment, you looked at the two. Meyer was still obviously terrified, and Boltzmann was sneering at you with disdain. It would be easy to let the alien invader loose on the two. Your mind burned with the stolen memories of Zim destroying whole planets and wiping out entire civilizations. Put in the right mood, Zim could likely destroy the school--the whole city-- and would think nothing of it. He’d laugh triumphantly. 

You wanted to blame those same memories for the small urge to allow it. To let Zim create chaos and burn everything in his wake. To exact revenge on your behalf. Yet you knew at least of it was the hurt you had buried deep beneath finally trying to escape now that it had an ounce of outside validation.

“I want you safe,” you admitted, and felt him tense in your arms--likely offended at the implication that he was weak or something. “They’re not worth it, Zim.” 

Zim snarled, sharp teeth exposed. "Fine, I will spare their pathetic lives, but if they ever dare to insult my Tallest again, they will suffer. You think you have seen Zim's might? YOU HAVE SEEN NOTHING!!!"

***

No one had protested when Dib and Zim had decided to skip out of school when you left. At least, none of the other teachers did; you had weakly reprimanded both of them though it was obvious that your heart wasn’t it. 

Dib had decided it would be better to give you space and had assumed Zim had listened when he advised the alien to do so, but also doubted when he noticed Zim watching you board the city bus with an odd expression on his face.

This was far out of Dib’s normal circle of paranormal, aliens, and middle school. How were they going to fix this? It sounded like Meyers already planned to fire you, and you were already resigned to that fate. What would happen then? Would you leave their lives? 

He never… he never lost somebody before. Not like this. And he didn’t want to think how Zim would react.  

He mulled over the thoughts as he put his backpack away and sat at the kitchen table out of habit, taking out his tablet to brainstorm. He had to figure something out. Nevermind the fact that he would miss you, or the fact that he had never seen his dad so involved in something that was not science. Keeping you in their lives would keep the earth safe. You had helped Zim change so much… 

Not only would Dib lose you, he worried he would lose the friendship that had been forged between him and the alien. 

"Dib? What are you doing home?” Speak of the devil, Professor Membrane emerged from his basement laboratory, brows twisted into a frown. “And why do you look like someone died?" 

Dib rubbed his face with a whine. Of course today was the day his dad had decided to work from home. “I… I think the school is going to fire Mx. Nemo."

There was a moment of silence as the two stared at each other before Professor Membrane spoke deceptively calm. "They plan on doing what?”

“Fire Mx. Nemo?” he repeated, and watched with a little bit of fear as Professor Membrane’s expression changed. He was used to seeing his dad exasperated, annoyed, and disgruntled. But not angry. "On what grounds?" Professor Membrane continued coldly. 

"Uh…" Dib scrambled. How was he going to explain this? "Well, I mean it's not actually official yet, though Mx. Nemo was placed on administrative leave…" 

The glass beaker in Professor Membrane's hand shattered, though he didn’t seem to notice. "On what grounds?" He repeated. 

For once, Dib felt a sliver of intimidation by his father. He had seen the serious side like this before, but usually towards his employees. “Well, it's complicated, but…they may think that Mx. Nemo is actually Zim's biological mother and they've been hiding the fact and also something about unfair and privileged treatment?" 

***

You had two weeks until rent was due. And after that, you had thirty days to leave your apartment if they moved to evict you right away. You might get lucky and get an extension, but you didn’t want to count on it either. 

You moved your thoughts over to your other expenses, and how to make your funds last until you got another job. After all, you knew  there was no way Meyer was going to allow you back. You weren't sure you wanted to go back at this point; you loved your students and everything. 

But putting up with Meyer and Boltzmann was starting to wear you down. Today had just been the last straw on the camel’s back. 

Sudden, sharp pounding at the door broke through your thoughts. There was barely time to stand before Zim burst through the door, snarling as he glared at you. 

Which was rich, considering he was the reason that you were in this predicament to begin with. If it was any other day, you would have faced him with calm patience. Today, your ire rose at the provocation and you had to literally bite your tongue to keep from lashing out. Especially considering that fixing the door was going to cut into your already tight budget.  "What do you want, Zim?" You asked instead, barely keeping an even tone. 

"For these foolish humans to admit who their true superiors are!" He answered as he paced. "They dare to exile you?! We should burn their puny school and make them pay for their idiocy!"

 Tallest. Supreme Authority. "I'm not superior in any way, Zim! I am no one, and I have nothing now!” You shouted at both him and the thoughts in your head, tears stinging your eyes. “I'm jobless, soon to be homeless, and an absolute failure!  I'll have to go find a job at Bloaty's or something, because no one is going to hire me as a teacher! Everything I worked for has been ripped from me. " 

There was silence from the small alien as you collapsed back on your couch, hot tears stinging in your eyes. Your dream of helping people, nurturing the next generation, of finding kids that slipped through the cracks and mentoring them… Gone. 

People had laughed at you. Had warned you that you wouldn't find it as easy as you hoped. You wanted so badly to prove them wrong, and instead proved them right. 

But who would have thought aliens would be part of the reason you failed? 

"Why are your eyes leaking?" Zim asked after a moment, sounding both disgusted and perplexed. "What are your eyes leaking? EH?! AND YOUR NOSE TOO?" 

A hysterical choked laugh escaped despite everything as you wiped your eyes. "It's called crying, Zim. It's a human thing when we're feeling sad, amongst other strong emotions. Such as when one realizes how much of a failure we are." 

"Then there is no reason for you to be doing such a disgusting thing!" He argued. "You shouldn't be sad, you should be full of the angry bees of fury! You should be screaming your rage to the galaxy!"

"Why? Because they caught me in our lie?” You shot back. “They found out you put me as your birth mother. They think--and have proof-- that I was showing blatant favoritism! Which, I guess I was, but not for the reason they think! But either way, they're going to use that against me and I don't have any way to argue. I failed. I've only been a teacher for less than a year and I already failed." 

"Lies!" Zim snarled. "Their stupidity is trying to infect you! Out of all the pathetic, disgusting humans on this horrible planet, you have been the only one to show the least bit of intelligence! I've actually learned about your pathetic species because of your efforts. You… you are my new Tallest," he continued after a pause, tone shifting slightly. "And for them to accuse you of being inferior is unacceptable. For you to think you are inadequate is unacceptable! You are Zim's Almighty Tallest! Which means you're the best!" 

You swore your heart melted at his declaration. Who would have thought one of the most troubled students would become so attached to you? 

Or that he was a true alien.

And had forged documents that you had given birth to him. 

Leading you to this moment. 

"As sweet as that is," you sighed, happy moments quickly passing. "The fact is the rest of the world doesn't see it that way. I am hardly a Tallest in their eyes, and that's going to have a large impact on my future."

Zim narrowed his eyes. "It's not sweet, it is the salty cheesy taste of truth! And if those scum-worms fail to realize it, then we shall burn their empire of lies to the ground and raise a new mighty empire! The mightiest of schools! Educate these pathetic earth-worms about their insignificance! And then we shall conquer the rest of the universe!"

It was definitely the hysteria setting in as you laughed slightly, shaking your head at his antics. If only the world worked like he believed. Or that you could be so full of passion and conviction. Things would be so much better. 

Your phone suddenly rang, breaking the moment of silence. You half expected it to be the school already, announcing that you were officially fired. 

Instead, it was Professor Membrane. 

Oh stars, had Dib already told him? How was he going to react? Did he believe the forged documents? How would you even explain? 

You answered before you could lose yourself in your anxieties, though before you could greet Professor Membrane via the holo-screen, Zim appeared between you and the screen with a snarl. "Who dares interrupt the Mighty Zim!" 

"Zim, calm down," you chided exasperated as you gently nudged him to the side so you could see Professor Membrane, your stomach twisting in knots. He… did not look happy. Granted, he rarely did. The man was rather stoic thanks to his face being hidden most of the time. Yet what you could see of his expression was more severe than you were used to. "Professor?" 

"Dib has explained that you are facing dismissal from the school,” Membrane explained. “While I do my best to avoid nepotism, I want to encourage you to apply to Membrane Labs. We've opened a new department for educational outreach programs and we’re hiring people from various backgrounds." 

You gaped at him, stunned by his words. A job offer was the last thing you had been expecting. A job at Membrane Labs. A world-renowned employer and very particular on who they hired. 

"Eh? No!” Zim moved so he was looking over your shoulder, clutching at you while hissing at the screen. “You are not allowed to steal Mx. Nemo away just because those idiots think they can command them! They will be returning to school to rule with an iron fist!" 

"Zim. It doesn't work like that," you sighed before looking back at the professor. Surely you had misheard him, or somehow misunderstood him. "And… are you sure? I mean, this whole debacle just started, I haven't even been technically fired yet…" and you weren't even sure how much Dib had told him. How much did he know?

The professor simply nodded. “Yes. You were the reason that we created the new department, and it seems fitting for you to be a part of it. I wasn’t going to ask previously because I knew you valued your teaching profession, but the revelation of your situation has changed my mind.”

[starlightshadowsworld]

SON except we follow on from this THL post.

This is a mess... But here we are.

Unfortunately as things usually are, not everyone can go with Jason.

Hera brings up the Argo that Leo had found and Leo remembers that lot of work needs to be done for it.

So they split up.

Jason, Percy and Piper, will head to Camp Jupiter and Annabeth and Leo will stay to work on the Argo with the rest of the Hepheastus cabin.

And as much as Annabeth and Percy hate to be seperated they know that she's better suited to help with the Argo II.

And Piper, with her charmspeak to get them out if things go south.

Thalia just flat out refused to leave Jason.

So our group goes to go do, diplomacy(?).

What could go wrong?

Shocking....Literally no one, things goes wrong.

They still have Juno being carried by Percy, his immunity being washed off.

Jason tries to help but... Juno said nope.

Luckily she leaves them to go and get to the camp and will reappear convienetly later.

Thalia puts together a camp and fire for them to get through the night.

The group pass the time talking.

Piper talks about training with Clarisse, feeling she has to constantly prove herself.

As well as the story of the BMW.

Thalia bants back and forth with Percy and asks about Jason's upbringing.

Jason, gives them all the run down.

... Suffice to say hearing your brother was raised by wolves who would threaten to kill him if he dared show fear and than put in an army... Makes Thalia a bit mad.

... Okay very mad.

Just hugs Jason close and his touch starved little heart melts.

Jason admits he's nervous, that he never quite felt at peace until he was in Camp Half-blood.

Piper is appalled, and Percy... a survivor of military schooling is a teeny...

Tweeny bit absolutely pissed at the idea of kids being in an army.

"... Okay I know we also do that but at least we're more subtle about it..."

He gets mad when he hears about the town like area of New Rome, demigods living peacefully and living their lives.

Wishing Camp Half-blood had the same.

... Though than gets more mad bout the idea of adults nearby doing jack shit while the kids are in the army.

Percy does however swears to Jason than nothing he sees or witnesses will change his opinion of Jason.

A sentiment that Thalia and Piper echo.

They are friends, nothing can change that.

Jason, stumbles out a thank you and maybe cries a little because it's the first time he's had real friends.

He does get a bit embarrassed about it.

Percy just smiles, gives him a hug and tells him crying doesn't make him any less strong.

First time Jason's ever been told that.

Percy tells him a story about how he cried the first time watching finding Nemo.

Leading to a way to in depth explanation about finding Nemo, another hug and a promise to show him when all this is over.

When the time comes, Percy carries Juno though he makes it clear he isn't happy about it.

Thalia even refrains from teasing him about it, having to stop herself from cursing out Juno for putting Jason with these people.

After she admits it was her.

Walking into Camp Jupiter's boundaries the assembled Romans bow before Juno.

And with reluctance, the others bow as well.

"Praetor Grace! Praetor Grace you have returned!"

The assembled Romans salute him abd Jason salutes back with a smile.

Someone runs off and returns with Reyna and Octavian.

"Praetor Ramirez-Arellano and Augur Longinus."

Jason runs to them and embraces them. The two lose all lose all manner of professionalism and hug him back.

With Reyna overjoyed he's returned and Octavian shocked before smiling warmly.

The two bow before Juno who introduces the others as Percy Jackson son of Neptune, Piper Mclean daughter of Venus and Thalia Grace daughter of Jupiter.

A banquet is proposed by Reyna, for Jason's return and to celebrate that he's finally found his missing sister.

Thalia smiles warmly, hugging Jason and says she's been looking forward to meeting them both.

Which is before the entire 5th Cohort comes running in, some tackle Jason into a hug, others are cheering and they all throw him up into the air.

Reyna explains that while Jason was raised at Camp Jupiter, the 5th was his first and true home.

Jason is about to go with the 5th to catch up but doesn't want to leave his friends behind.

Said friends smile and wave him off, telling him to go have fun and Jason happily runs off with the others.

Reyna offers to show them around and Octavian mentions needing to go to consult the augeries about the new comers.

Percy sensing somethings off asks if he should go with him and Octavian agrees.

Reyna gets to know Piper and Thalia, the three trade stories of growing up, learning about Camp and at some point have a sparr.

With Reyna complimenting them both.

Piper is suprised to learn that her skills aren't seen as a suprise here unlike at Camp Half-blood. Nor is her parentage used to make her feel weak.

Being that the founder of Rome, Aneias was the son of Venus. And thus she is held in high regard here.

Giving Piper confidence.

Octavian explains the teddies, that his namesake used actual people but this was a better solution to him.

He does thank the little guys for their service and sews them up though which Percy reckons can't make him all bad.

But he has a feeling.

And that feeling has gotten him this far so he stays on guard.

The group all reunite at the banquet, Jason joining them sitting beside Thalia and Reyna happily talking about his day.

Also Nico is there and introductions and... I definitely don't know you looks are given.

Percy ends up near Frank and Hazel and makes introductions. While shy at first they both manage to open up though Percy notices that Hazel keeps shooting looks at Octavian.

Some point later Mars shows up and Percy feels a very murderous urge but luckily his attention isn't on him.

Frank is issued a quest and a prophecy is given by Mars. Though Octavian seems annoyed by this, because he's supposed to give the prophecies but doesn't say anything.

Percy, feeling bad for Frank offers to go with him and Hazel and the trio set off.

Before he does so, he shares with Thalia and Piper his suspicions on Octavian and the two promise to keep an eye on him.

The quest plays out as canon.

Switching back and fourth between it and Camp Jupiter.

Hazel after revealing her curse explains that it's what Octavian had black mailed her on.

So that she would vote for him to be Praetor.

Percy, seeing vote as kill has them all rush back.

Meanwhile, Thalia and Piper along with Nico realise Octavian is up to something and that more and more campers are getting distant and distrustful with Jason.

Confusing Reyna and them.

And deeply hurting Jason.

Piper is able to corner and charmspeak them into telling her that it's because Octavian's black mailing everyone.

And that he's had visions of Jason is conspiring with the Greeks to overthrow Rome.

They than find Jason's missing and find him on the ground with Octavian over him.

Octavian wearing a Praetor's attire.

Just as Percy, Hazel and Frank show up.

And it's revealed Octavian has been trying to get rid of Jason to become Praetor.

He always wanted to be Praetor and saw Jason as unworthy of such a title.

Believing he earned it simply because of his parentage and not earning it at all.

But why he wanted to get rid of him rather than merely voting him out is because Octavian had a vision.

Of the Camp in flames and Jason hugging the person responsible.

And siding with the Greeks over the Romans.

"He's a traitor"

Reyna glares, stating the only traitor is him and Jason is heartbroken.

Having never wanted the title but was pushed into it.

We also learn now why Jason was running in the lost hero, it was because a hoard of monsters were released by Octavian into the Camps collisium that Jason had been trapped in.

Jason managed to escape but was persued, his coin was in Octavian's grasp and because of the Doors being open the monsters would not die.

Something Jason had only recalled now.

It chased him for days.

What he said to Percy before blacking out was "please! Help! Don't trust Octavian."

In Latin.

It had taken the last of his strength to tear them apart and Juno's last minute divine intervention to kill them off.

And he'd only now recalled what had happened.

Before anyone can do anything, a dagger flys through the air pinning Octavian's stolen Praetor sash to a pillar.

And we see Annabeth aboard the now repaired and airborne Argo II.

Heard everything and pissed.

"Try that again and this time I won't miss."

"Who are you?!"

"Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena."

The Greek camp is revealed, along with the true parentages of the others and Reyna rubs her head and sighs.

"Anything else?"

Octavian uses this as fuel to encourage the Romans to arms and to destroy the Greeks.

Reyna, shuts it all down stating that they will handle this diplomatically.

Jason is standing motionless as Thalia holds him, his eyes empty as his truest and closest confident berates and calls him a traitor.

Percy hates that he was right and the group head into the senate to talk and discuss why they did all this and the looming threat of Gaea.

And Jason feeling more alone than ever despite sitting by Thalia.

.

Also Octavian's last name in this, Longinus comes from Cassius.

Gaius Cassius Longinus, the guy best known from the Shakespeare play Julius Caeser for being one of the conspirators who lead to Casers assassination.

Felt fitting.

[savage-rhi]

Honestly, it's always a joy to see your post, original or reblogged, on my dash.

I will say it once more: EXQUISITE TASTE.

Also also, I forgot to ask: what about Carlos Oliveira from RE3 Remake?? Could he also be a blorbo you might find enjoyable???

@nemo-of-house-hamartia

Thank you for sponsoring and enabling my addictions and weirdness, Your Greatness (TM) 😂. Quick tangent: I'm excited to take this term off cause I have great drabble content/requests I've been wanting to play with (a couple good Ardyn ones too!!) and I can't wait to get back to some normalcy with my writing. As much as I love posting nonstop blorbo stuff, it's gonna be nice getting back into my groove.

As for 🎶CARLOS MAN OF LOVE🎶 I do find him very cute and handsome! I have yet to get bitten by the bug though and go off the deep end 😂. I think that's partially due to the fact he reminds me a lot of Chris--similar no nonsense soldier boy.

I love Chris as a character and think he's awesome, but I'm more drawn to fictional fellas that have a playful edge to them or don't take themselves too seriously unless they need to (in general militant-like guys put me off cause I grew up with male relatives in the army/marines...the culture definitely leaves an impression for better or worse lmao).

In Carlos's defense, he has playful moments in the remake which I fucking adore like these examples (and in general his partnership with Jill is fucking great, I love their dynamic):

To Jill about Nemesis: It's no zombie. It knows what it wants and won't stop til it gets it....Don't you like that in a man? Carrying Jill to safety: I got you Supercop! To Jill about crossing through the alley on fire: "...Maybe? I'm sure a tall drink of water like yourself can put out a few flames." and Jill telling him to fuck off after. Carlos: Way to go partner, one step ahead! Jill: Not your partner... Carlos: Okay, now the real shit begins *surrounded by zombies* Carlos: Alright now here's a weird fucking door! Carlos: Yeah...welcome Leon, I bet you had a kickass first day...*seeing the Welcome Leon sign in the RPD*

I love his dialogue in the remake. When I played RE3 with my partner, he quipped that Carlos's remarks sound like shit I would say in general and I think that's one of the reasons I like him so much.

I was put off by Carlos's character in the original (like with Luis too) and I very much enjoyed the changes that were made to them in their respective remakes. He definitely got better. The man can get it 💯