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[mrtitanik]

THESE GUYS ARE THE SAME

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For your consideration, TWRP chasing an ice cream truck

if you couldn't tell, I am not only bad at perspective, but also at drawing cars, and also at posing characters quickly, so since this is an artblock killer we're all gonna have to deal with the fact that this is kind of shit. ITS FUN THOUGH!!!! ty for the suggestion ily whoever you are

oh also featuring nsp because I know only one man who can drive a car and that's brian. as far as I'm concerned he's the only guy who can drive ever

[despairedgrace]

🙃

❛ do the walls talk to you? I just hear them— whispering in my ear everyday.. please tell me I’m not crazy. ❜

[lightcreators]

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It was easier to get away with good old classic violence, rather than trying to throw spells or curses at fellow students. This was something Nnoitra had taken note of ages ago - and it worked to his advantage, since he wasn't very good with spells to begin with. Did his violent tendencies mean he was cut off from the rest of his House? Yeah, pretty much.

There was blood on Nnoitra's knuckles. Some little punk ass underclassman had tried their fucking luck and Nnoitra had shown what happens when you fuck with him. The kid had run off with a nosebleed, so he'd gotten off easy. Nnoitra hadn't thought there were any witnesses ( not that he cared ). Clearly, he'd been watched by someone.

A blonde dude Nnoitra had never spoken to - definitely from a different house than himself. He spoke in a lazy, somewhat condescending tone, but it didn't sound like said spite was directed at him. If anything, he just sounded pleased about what Nnoitra had just done. Nnoitra had expected a "how could you do that"-sort of speech, like he always fucking got from his fellow Gryffindors.

❝ So, ya' sayin' ya get it, huh? ❞ Nnoitra wiped his knuckles off on his uniform, the black fabric instantly masking the red. He looked over at the other student, curiously. It was really fucking nice to get something OTHER than a lecture. To Nnoitra, it sounded like he was saying; we might get along.

His  main  language  always  has  been  violence.  Purest,  gentleness  violence  he  could  use  with  his  own  fits  ---  when  there  was  always  something  easy,  totally  escaping  to  been  able  to  hurt  someone  with  some  kind  of  spells  …  It  was  unfunny,  sometimes  boring,  horribly  predictable  by  moments.  Nevertheless,  they  were  living  in  middle  of  society  down  there,  especially  a  famous  magical  school  such  as  Hogwarts  that  will  not  take  in  a  good  manner  to  perceiving  one  of  most  imminent  students  on  it  creating  trouble!  Though,  how  he  was  managing  to  survive  without  destroying  everything  was  something  himself  was  surprised  of!  Oh,  there  was  indeed  the  excuse  of  self-control,  of  the  awareness  his  magnificent  and  well-crafted  horrible  reputation  would  take  another  level,  though,  from  his  own  gaze,  he  would  be  remaining  in  character  concerning  what  was  expected  coming  from  Alois  Trancy.  If  he  considered  himself  violent,  he  would  actually  laugh  concerning  how  much  he  moderating  himself  compared  to  the  violence  speaking  volume  coming  from  his  metaphoric  twin:  yes,  he  might  crave  sometimes  some  pull  of  blood,  yes,  maybe  he  was  been  tempted  to  redecorate  the  walls  with  blood,  but  it  remained  kind  compared  to  the  cruellest,  bloodiest  hobbies  of  his  metaphoric  twin  who  learned  perfectly  how  to  be  a  perfected  asshole.  Eventually,  he  would  gain  some  tiny  joy  concerning  that  point.  One  tiny  gentleness  thing  of  receiving  pleasure  on  that  matter  with  some  big  villain  since  he  was  already  self-controlling  himself  not  to  accidentally  killing  Potter,  because,  oh,  old  habits  never  get  lost,  especially  not  the  way  the  wonderful  Potter  should  be  treated!

Hence,  when  he  showed  up  in  middle  of  something  he  shouldn’t  have  witnessed  in  the  first  place,  there  has  been  an  inner  mockery  who  automatically  resonated  inside  his  features.  Breaking  the  nose  of  something  was  one  of  nicest  things  of  violence.  Ah,  he  was  supposed  to  do  far  worse,  in  a  threatening  degree  in  which  mere  sight  of  his  presence  would  evocating  screaming  and  begging,  among  other  things  he  would  have  to  reflect,  if  he  wanted  correctly  getting  that  witch  he  was  grabbing.  Yeah,  it’s  first  impression  has  been  such  thoughts,  before  wondering  what  kind  of  context  happened.  Not  that  it  was  actually  important  since  an  Slytherin  doesn’t  need  much  a  reason  for  turning  a  Gryffindor’s  existence  hell,  when  his  personal  reasons  with  Potter  were  prettier  than  anything  that  could  be  considered  on  the  party.  Afterwards  a  little  smile  towards  that  sentence,  as  that  kind  of  communication  was  something  he  would  need  to  understand  the  underneath  anyway  (  he  would  have  always  had  one  man  in  mind  ),  he  nodded,  and  he  needed  to  expressing  something  else.  ❝  Self-control  is  actually  complicated  for  not  dishonouring  too  much  in  one  second  the  well-mannered  figures  represented  by  the  Malfoy~  It’s  such  a  shaaaaaaame  when  you  had  murder  impulses~  ❞  Potter  receiving  crystallization  of  such  feelings,  in  which latent  impression  he  was  acting  like  an  nightmare  memory  he was  supposed  to  be.

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"Daaaaamnnn, Blazkowicz. What's your great gramps made of, being able to survive with three other people... And a jar??? Who sent a jar to this?"

"Beats me, Colonel. But all I know is that it runs in the blood."

"...I'm still pissed that he took me out though. The fuck that was for, who knows."

"Beats dying to a jar of all things early game though. That put a smile on my face seeing Davoth on his way out."

[doldilic]

I love Ice acream.... I LOVE ITTTTTT

[theimperialdominance]

I think capybaras are very cute.

[lightcreators]

An encouraging smile was immediately offered.

As much that performance’s domain wasn’t something he has been close, and hadn’t showed interest at all, considering such obscurity concerning the underworld didn’t want to be witnessed in whatever manner possible, he sympathizing with the art. By the end of the day, when she was leaving that place, she could be herself at least, experiencing all degree of her emotions and escaping of the role she finds herself associated with. It has been something he had willingly choose, hence, there was an absence of usual jealousy or envy towards that possibility to escaping the role. There was no ending to such thing when it was concerning his manner to performing, in which delicate art to improvising needed to hide how not everything has been controlled. Concerning her, it was simply about dancing, and facing gaze of other people (which would be something he cannot do, and would want to avoid at all costs if he wanted to be honest, as contradictory it might be), when it was his entire projection towards other souls who stayed that sincere performance, endlessly counterbalanced. It was common point between supporters that pushed him into that path ---

Within that shorter confession, an amused and pleased smile happened. How disagreeable he might have reacted maybe within first impression previously, two seconds prior when he had that horrible anxiety to deal with, would soon disappear. He was accustomed to his tutor sending him somewhere in which he needed to use his little grey cells for fix a situation, when he swallowed back an insult towards one patient unable to understand what was expected from him, hence, naturally, if there were some problems to fix, he was inclined to be that helpful hand. Sure, usually, it wasn’t inside the physical world he was honestly helping humans, not that directly. Nevertheless, at the second, he sincerely didn’t care to transforming a bit the supposed preestablished script that has been imposed upon her existence --- for be something he was known for. If he was truly caring about the Fates, he should have been dead at fourteen years, and three additional years he survived has acted as confirmation surviving beyond that age wasn’t planned in the script (regardless if it has been Potter who had all possibilities to died back then, when that mirroring reflection caused his brain to disconnecting so fast into these reversed roles, for having that awareness life was pulling an joke to let him survive beyond that damned age! ). If he was truly caring about the Fates, he wouldn’t want them to fuck off and reappropriate himself the concept! ❝ What do you want for the future? ❞ He asked honestly. It was point of the Golden Magic. Speeding up a bit these conditional circumstances and speeding up that uncertain when, though the rest wouldn’t depending on him. Knowing himself helpful, at the moment, was the reassuring thoughts before been eaten once more by nightmare represented by Philip Butler, in which dramatically, he might have contributed to a miracle before met him.

Inside moments in which emptiness temporary returned into a quiet understanding concerning his returned confession, he hesitated about how describing what he was talking about. Tragically, for someone who was living in the shadows, as much he wasn’t as nyctophobia as his previous self, he stayed with low tolerance about same darkness. Discomfort remained the same. Though, here, he has been speaking metaphorically of the underworld; into same comedy he cannot handle human’s obscurity, but would kindly want settled down in middle of the divine one as a nuisance towards Hades. ❝ Dimly lit areas. ❞ He explained then, inside a smile who degraded into layers of sadness and thoughtfulness, as he forced himself not to confess more. How an altered goddess appearance attempted to erase him from existence, before nice sister of an onryo could have eating him whole when she got totally crazy in her head once released of that alteration towards his wonderful tutor, using his patient who was right in the middle … Abuse he suffered from a previous incarnation that seemed as present into that life, he searched manners to exporting it without degree of monstrosity turning him sick. Oh, how he almost died physically tormented by a demon, perceiving one fragment of his blood would making him worry that hell wasn’t finished … When he was living around pitch black places all the time, he had many stories to tell about them, especially when two witches around him were living inside a bottomless pit inside of it! As amused, he might sound by her reassurance, no, he wasn’t in a hurry for his presence reason. ❝ I'm in no hurry. ❞ He straightforward admitted with playfulness. Anxiety betrayed his expression one second later. No one could be happy to met that asshole of Philip Butler, right? No one could feel relived to known they would need to met with that man, right? He was still wondering what kind of boss, that remained unseen to any eye, he might have, though. What kind of worse asshole could actually exist into that world, then even that degree of asshole considering himself as someone compassionate than that boss? He was asking that question thoughtfully, but since he acted as a reflection of that concerned boss, he could imagine in which extent it was something terrifying. Philip Butler, considering Alois Trancy as representative of his boss!

As tempting as it was to dropping the name without pondering consequences, one of biggest problems with that man concerned the urban legend that came with it. He merely has been spared because he was Alois Trancy, and accidentally, has been Alois Trancy before, hence, as a dear Trancy, he was associated to them. Otherwise, as a noble, no matter with kind of wealth he has, he wouldn’t have been spared, and would have known personally all the terror of that man personally experienced! But, good for him, Alois Trancy known in which extent his wife’s soul was composed, and sympathizing with the degree of monstrosity that man was owning! He could drop his tutor’s name however, as much he might be looked weirdly about exposing how yes, Luke Skywalker was existing (he could speak during hours about Anakin if he can), it would be lesser strange than attempting bring an explanation about Philip Butler. MIBs aren’t supposed to be kind people. Oh, there was another manner to speak about these two men without presenting a name --- the Witch of Miracles, instead.

Since most of his exploration has been made inside a meta scape, his actual knowledge of the physical New York remained limited. Stuff he heard about that was coming from everything he hard coming from Peter Parker lips, and he wasn’t sure he was currently existing inside that temporarily. Ah, when you’ve listened Peter Parker explaining to his friends in which extent he was struggling each day of his life, and exposing some fragmented context time to time, he knew what to expect about the city (though there was someone else that resonated with him, but he would put that aside! There was another Harry in which degree of reflection, he remained partially in denial, meanwhile want to laugh about how life was really funny with him!). Since most of his time inside his home was passed inside his manor when he didn’t have to jumping around between his responsibilities in middle of the Ministry he was certain doings things correctly, he could show her the London he knew … a London he wished hundreds of years afterwards there was some remnants of it. Truly, one day, he might recreate the Funtom company simply for having the angrier expression never perceived inside Potter, suddenly called out about how, yes, my little boy, yes, Phantomhive, your worst best friend hadn’t forgotten about that, and yes, remained obsessed at the first day! It wasn’t like he was awaiting a confirmation anyways. He recreated the Funtom company at home, just has been kind enough not to imposing the vision publicly --- yet. It was a game between them. It remained something he needed to mentally cope. ❝ Heard so many things about New York, but don’t recall to have visit all of it. Mh, since you are interested, at the occasion, I can invite you and show you around, in same manner you can show me around someday. ❞ It wasn’t because Philip Butler was somewhere, it means he was sharing same temporality. Besides, his London would be quite impossible to reach, and oh, him having nostalgia towards that disgusting Victorian period wishing to have a distanced perception of what happened into his new self wasn’t something that could be fulfilled … he missed his metaphoric twin, this was his heart’s agony. Philip Butler’s presence remained that connection between these hundreds of years who passed, a remembrance somewhere physical of these hundreds of years he lived. ❝ Deal~ ❞ Tempting confusion to be exposed was pushed behind.

A laugh welcomed her lasted comments. He wasn’t at his worst into that category since his metaphoric twin would always manage to do worse than him into that domain, but he wasn’t the easier boy when it concerned authority. Though, whatever how murderous and morally questionable his biological father was (it was better than the asshole of an old man he found back with his grandfather of his father’s side) strict education he received has been holidays compared to how unavoidable Luke’s authority was, or firmness he experienced with Philip Butler. He could attempt to fool Luke that will anticipating his actions and prevent him to do what he planned, but with the latter, if he wanted to negotiate, he better be mentally prepared to handle the challenge! Another laugh betrayed his features at the thoughtfulness concerning that point. ❝ I cause them miseries~ ❞ It was expressed with pride, as much, mental pondering about how he named none of them father wasn’t something he wanted to expose. Topic he decided not to standing too much, as there was awareness he was lucky nevertheless his tutor and that asshole of an man remained beloved darlings with him --- one waited only to been accepted officially as an parent figure since he has been educated him and was the reason why he wished redemption back into an previous timeline when he was forced to that villain-only position ; one waited to been corrupted by his cruelty. Though, concerning following sentence concerning that another subject, slip up turned immediate. ❝ Humans are stupid that never learn their lessons and are unable not to act like dickheads. I’m not interested to be part of that foolish mass. ❞ As much there was betraying condescendence, there was deep empathizing towards the situation. He experienced it too much time for simply commenting with disinterest by now. If he hadn’t wanted coming back into the human world, it’s has been because of judgement. Potter could confirm in many novels all about that, but compared to Potter, he lost interest a long time ago, compared to Potter, there has been no hope left he have. Oh, accidentally, witnessing the worst of humanity countless of time didn’t helping him to considering humanity remained good learners --- not a conversation to have.

Another smile welcomed his expression, as wordless answer would be for the better. There was another immediate reassurance afterwards. ❝ I have all time in the world. Besides, I’ve heard enough horrible things for be able to head anything. ❞ He remained a therapist in his spare time, and old habits would remain entrenched. His consultations were always free, and he could really hear everything. How he was supposed to be surprised when magnificent Skywalkers making him discover how fucked up humanity and the world can be, when he served therapist of a mister having a big depressive problem that it served as remembrance not to fall as low of his patient? He nodded with assurance, as that conversation would distracting him of his future horrible moment. Anything was better than to exchange two words with Philip Butler. Hades, the glorious God of the Underworld in which he wanted to exchange two words, seemed like an old friend compared to the terror that torment him when he had to say hi to the underworld. Even an onryo seemed something more pleasant than met with that guy! ❝ The one I’ve waiting, I’m sure he will understand and don’t mind, don’t worry. I’m a good listener. Maybe a sharp commenter, but I’m sure I can help you into your situation. For free. It will be my little gift to you, some good memory for you. ❞ She has been kind with him, after all. ❝ Draco. ❞ He reduced his name to that, even though, into current circumstances, he could have dropped Alois Trancy as an automatism, could have also worked; but it was an hidden name.  

"I do..." Lisa says with a bright smile when he asks if she feels good performing. It's one of the few things that make her feel good these days. That and reading her friend Joe's manuscripts. She isn't creative in that way, though she likes to think she is in other ways. She loves designing clothes, for example. And dancing. When asked about other projects, she shrugs. "Not at the moment, though I do have dreams for the future. Not sure if and when they'll happen, though."

When he says that, Lisa can't help but raise her eyebrows, her expression one of surprise. What pitch black places is he avoiding visiting? She wonders...but is unsure if she should ask or not. "Oh?" is all she says, a small smile appearing on her face. "Hope whoever it is comes soon." She adds, wondering what on earth he is talking about. But she doesn't want to be rude. Perhaps she's just slow to catch on to it. She had dropped out of college, after all. Though she still considers herself rather intelligent, nobody is perfect, Lisa included. So some things are. bound to go over her head, as much as she wishes they wouldn't.

When he mentions New York being far away, Lisa smiles. She knew she had detected an accent. And not one from another state. So she is glad to hear that he is from a far away place. At least she's getting something right in this conversation. When he confirms that he is indeed English, Lisa claps her hands together in excitement. "Great! I've never been to England, but have always wanted to go. Maybe while you're here , I could show you around NYC and if I ever make it to London, you show me around there. Deal?" Her eyes sparkle with amusement and mischief. As he mentions the parental figure pissing him off, Lisa frowns. She knows all about that. Though what she wouldn't give for her dad to piss her off one more time. She misses him ever since his tragic demise. And she just can't bring herself to answer her mother's calls. "I know all about that. Parental figures can be tough." is all she says, though.

As he mentions not judging her, Lisa can't help but smile. "Thanks. Glad to hear that you won't judge me. That's a rare enough virtue in this world." Even some of her fellow dancers at The Avenue judge her. The bartender always calls her Lisa Loony Toon, because she's often lost in her thoughts, daydreaming. So Lisa definitely appreciates that he won't judge her for anything. That's something she would never want to take for granted. "The whole story is a bit long, though." She adds, chuckling a bit. "Are you sure you've got the time to hear it all?" If not, she'll understand. But it would be nice to let it out for once. The only time she usually lets it out is with her friend Joe. He is in a similar situation, and never judges her either. But keeping it in is not helping Lisa very much. And though they're relative strangers, Lisa has no reason not to believe his words.

"I'm Lisa, by the way." She never gives a last name anymore. Not unless she has to, because she'd feel weird doing so when her dad is gone and she's not talking to her mom. Still, she figures if she's about to launch into her life story, she might as well introduce herself. She looks at him with her deep brown eyes, her expression one of curiosity and excitement at the thought of letting it all out.

[nnctales]

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[despairedgrace]

"I believe you know what I am here for." (Leblanc)

❛ ohh? whatever do you mean? ❜ Phobos cooed, metal fingers made their way teasingly up Leblanc’s chest and to graze themselves against his husbands cheek. Perhaps he actually knew what the other man was talking about, it wasn’t like he was going to admit it any time soon!

his cloudy tail wrapped tight around the other’s leg as he nuzzled up against him, soft purrs rumbling in his chest as he attempted to make Leblanc forget allll about whatever he came here to do in the first place. ❛ let’s cuddle, or I can give you a massage.. make you forget all about your worries.❜

[lightcreators]

@rosa-geminae continue from here

The past few days Francis was plagued by an irritating cough; more so when it flared up at random times, especially in front of guests. Merely a tickling at the back of his throat, so he didn’t really think too deeply that it could’ve been a serious issue.

“I’m alright. Truly. Just a passing col-“, another cough ripped through Francis, and he took out a handkerchief. This time, the coughing lasted longer than the first one, and with every breath pulled from him, a sharp agony filled his chest.

“A doctor. . .”, Francis managed to splutter out to Trancy, doubling over as the pain increased, “Call for a doctor! Q-Quickly!!!”

All these weeks he had passed along his deadly curse never truly had been forgotten. Sometimes, he wished told himself he had been at his lowest, as he had been slowly dying within an complete impossibility as time moved on to do simplest of gesture … and yet aftermatch had been even more harsh emotionally. Even now, returning inside the noblesse society, focusing mostly on friends since he wasn't in state for keep up his 'status' in public space, he had been unable to exposing same brightness as he had before. Or even managing to function normally if his obsession for Phantomhive wasn't fed in one way or another ! Only, Phantomhive had been the one imposing distance for their mutual mental benefits, since he hadn't an obligatory reason to settled down within the Phantomhive manor and main concerned KNEW if he could grab an opportunity to settling down again, he might never again leave Phantomhive side whatever how many business he must have. On his defense, he preferred deal with the Queen's Watchdog than having to assume his underground responsabilities as Spider, especially when it incluced deal with Philip Butler. Phantomhive can't save him of the guy regardless disapproval, and he needed Butler approval anyways.

Hence, as much he was searching pushed away all the time he had been 'sick', he had an complete impossibility to deal correctly with sickness on his side. It was just triggering everything he had survived. It was no one fault. Afterwards some dreadful agonies that came randomly, he remained always scared, for some obscure reason, his damaged soul ended up to simply broke for handle nothing of the outside world … Appareances will came for later. Illusions will came for later. As he coughed, he was searching to be reassuring, as his expression decomposed in front of the agony sound he heard. There was a nod. Though, currently, he was frozen. Did he called a doctor before ? Did he even perceving Phantomhive calling one before ? Ah, these memories issues were terrible. Since he couldn't losing time in middle of his complete dissociation of the moment, he rushed for asking some glass of water to give Francis … and decided to ask an servant going around for a doctor. Yes, last thing to do concerning him was for a doctor to want to see him and note the disastrous state in which he was. Maybe whoever was coming might notice with his sad expression that something was wrong, but he didn't have to talk about it, right ? ❝ He will come. How did you catch a cold? I don't even remember any bad weather recently. ❞ He noted.

[lightcreators]

Too bad she couldn’t perceive smile who increased in his expression.

[text] A gentleman’s duty is to captivating a lady’s heart ♥

Following sentences resonating inside his mind weren’t something that would be easier to been transmitted some messages. There were particular personal pleasures, morbid at the very least, in which current crimson eyes illuminated warmly with a sinister aura. Cryptic words, nevertheless, could be offered, as this method of communication, could revealing something intimate about his thoughts.

[text] Dead are a bottomless pit of knowledge.

[text] There is always something to learn from a corpse.

Attached location brought him another pleasant smile, as there was a desire to bring casual humour in middle of the conversation, beyond to having an opportunity to make a future anticipation concerning current devices.

[text] Watson’s expression must be something that need to be photographed.

[text] I’m pretty sure your brother asking himself if the Lord of Crime is involved~

[text] Von Herder’s gadgets is technology’s must~

[text] Assured success in the future once it becomes public and universal, although I doubt that the sale of this patent will come immediate~

[text] Oh, difference can easily be spotted. Let’s believe on Mr.Holmes reputation.

There was one minute consideration concerning his newest messages.

[text] Future Lady Moriarty must feel warmth of her husband often, right?

[ text to: Louis ] a man after my own heart~

[ text to: Louis ] sure, you can come see the body.

[ text to: Louis ] i'm currently guarding it while the good doctor fetches my brother.

[ text to: Louis ] i'll send you the location right away!

[ text to: Louis ] these devices are quite convenient, props to Von Herder~

[ text to: Louis ] it's under a bridge over the Thames. Some poor sod was trying to fish and caught the body hook line and sinker.

[ text to: Louis ] looks like it's been under water for a while, either drowned or dumped in. It'll be up to Sherlock to find out.

[ text to: Louis ] but yes, i'm free after this.

[ text to: Louis ] it's a date~

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"Still no sign of him?" Phobos asked Crash.

"Negative." Crash shook her head. "I wish I could. This radar ain't working like it used to be anymore. And we've been wiping out some hapless Imps left and right."

"I kind of miss him." The orange-armored soldier sighed. "Back when I was still posted on Mars, me, him and the boys would've played card games at the lounge. He absolutely dominated in Uno-- Seen a lot of times where some unlucky sap threw his deck off the table."

"Huh. Didn't know he's the master of making people rage quit." Crash would tilt her head to the side.

"You bet my ass he'd do it again any chance he can get, Sergeant." Phobos would smile beneath his helmet.

"'Nother day, 'nother search. I hope we got this in the bag-- Don't want to be Baron snack this time of the day... If we can even count time in Hell like we do anywhere else." He would say, after which Crash would nod and, they would continue walking through the Hellscape.

[lightcreators]

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"GRRRORONK!"

Oblivious as ever to the fact that HE was the one the little human was referring to, Anguirus turned his gaze toward Stiles with a sound that must have been agreement.

Incandescent  happiness  resonating  inside  brown  eyes  embraced  slowly  he  was  currently  meeting  a  kaiju  ---  well,  circumstances  around  the  city  was  something  he  should  be  worried  about,  nevertheless,  remained  more  confused  concerning  his  inability  of  sympathy  with  the  main  concerned.  As  far  he  knew,  he  never  took  kaiju’s  as  second  language,  neither  was  something  he  should  be  educated  with.  As  nerd  as  he  remained,  as  somehow,  he  would  act  as  good  mediator  between  parties  and  accidentally  avoid  sudden  damages  along  the  way,  since  there  was  no  particular  fear  associated  to  sudden  surprise,  he  would  enjoy  that  opportunist  conversation.  ❝  How  the  visit  is  going  ?  Going  to  let  an  good  comments  about  humans  around  there?  By  the  moment  you  don’t  destroy  everything, other  humans  will be able to accept  you.  ❞

[arisdaughter]

Hello!!

Hiya, I'm Serene Zhang!! Younger half-sister of Frank Zhang, Daughter of Ari★*⁠.⁠✧ Apollo ☀️☀️(apollo has been disowned)

14 years old, Birthday 22 December!(Yes, the winter solstice)

Here's a bit about me!!

I am a Greco-Roman Demigod

Bisexual 🩷💜💙

Hera is her patron goddess (that kidnapped her and put her through intensive training since she was 2)

Former spy from the Titan Army to watch Camp Half-Blood 🤫🤫

Has a jade dragon bracelet that gives me the power of invisibility🐉🐉

Starting my own army to better the world🔥🔥

Cheese fanatic 🧀🧀

Excels at anything concerning the arts🎨🎭

Ability to control light and use it as a weapon ✨✨

Archer 🏹🏹

Friends!!

@morpheus-child-phobos-legacy Kaden!! He has a nickname for me!!

@that-asian-child-of-aphrodite STEPHIEEE MY BEAUTIFUL KIND BESTIE<333

@love-lightning-forethought BROOKIE!! my super amazhang hairstylist

@thatonebitheaterkid DIDI MY SUPER AMAZHANG AND COOL GODDESS SISTER

@demigod-jack-hearth Jack! Dude's basically a god at this point, has like a thousand patrons and kids-

@daughter-of-the-storm Darya! She adopted me as her sister! Very cool very cool

@if-chaos-was-a-boy Calix! Mildly concerning but otherwise pretty slay 💅

So, this is me!! Welcome to my world!!

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His  way  of  making  humor  had  a  tendency  to  accidentally  hurt.  More  than  once,  some  time  ago,  Solace's  bright  head  had  found  himself  in  a  palpable  inability  to  speak,  not  knowing  what  to  say  to  this  kind  of  playfulness  he  was  expressing.  As  such,  he  himself  raised  his  eyebrows  at  the  movement  on  his  heart.  It  was  a  joke  in  most  part  ---  after  all,  he  had  reached  a  point  where  if  he  could  actually  control  a  booygeman  from  most  famous  horror  movies,  he  would.  Not  sure  his  father  was  inclined  to  respond  positively  to  his  request,  but  there  were  still  a  few  things  to  discover  inside  realm  of  Hypnos.  To  fix  the  situation,  he  decided  to  bounce  back  on  her  next  sentences,  in  which  amusement  inside  his  expression  inscreased.  ❝  ---  and  I  will  have  a  conversation  with  their  ghosts  once  on  the  other  side,  to  help  them  better  experience  the  transition for been more easier for them ~  ❞  Thre  was  nothing  he  could  playfully  bring  upon  the  killing  part.  He  could,  he  would  ---  Considering  he  has  been  closed  another  time  of  Thanatos,  there  was  an  emotional  distance  he  pulled,  and  an  hanging  silence.  If  he  could  blaming  to  have  experienced  Thanatos  inside  of  him  for  a  long  while,  though  it  was  barely  an  impression  to  be  dead  inside,  surviving  an  physical  impression  ---  Besides,  his  sulking  behavior  regarding  Bianca's  death  didn't  stay  forgotten  in  his  mind  :  he  had  mostly  complained  inwardly.

In  a  more  fun  way,  he  was  now  a  seasoned  guide  to  the  Underworld.

❝  Ah,  that  was  partly  a  joke  on  my  part.  ❞  Anyway,  with  his  current  consideration,  he  could  just  be  more  frightening  than  he  already  was,  there  would  just  be  a  wind  of  terror  around  his  presence.  ❝  I  don't  know  how  I'm  supposed  to  relax  after  that.  ❞  He  confessed  yet  afterwards  an  betraying  sigh,  in  which  silent  admiration  he  was  making  stayed  an  nice  distraction.  There  was  never  enough  time  to  process  what  he  experienced as  miseries.  What  today  would  be  different  ?  At  the  confession  concerning  her  responsabilities,  simply  silent  was  answered  in  return.  Complicated  to  act  as  the  manager  when  he  was  trapped  in  a  jar.  ❝  Sorry  for  giving  you  my  job  since  I  couldn't  be  there.  I'll  go  tell  them  that  their  manager  spent  a  vacation  in  an  jar,  so  couldn't  manage,  because  too  busy  not  to  become  a  permanent  manager.  ❞

Seeing  her  eat  didn't  particularity  giving  him  same  desire,  just  an  little  remembrance  he  would  need  at  some  point,  since  his  physical  body  would  remain  horribly  weaken  than  his  already  weak  body  he  had.  Mere  fact  that  she  has  been  worried  about  him  dying  need  to  reach  his  brain,  as  he  didn't  wanted  to  dismissing  her  feelings  on  the  topic.  He  attempted  what  he  could  concerning  sending  these  dreamy  messages,  hence,  reached  not  put  too  much  blame  upon  himself.  ❝  I  attempted  of  my  side  to  warn  them  but  well  ---  ❞   Complicated  when  you  were  dying.  There  was  an  appreciation  about  how  he  did  listened  advices.  ❝  If  I  had  wanted  to  die,  I  would  have  done  it  alone  in  my  corner,  without  being  tortured,  and  without  seeing  horrors  for  the  rest  of  my  life  that  will  haunt  me.  ❞ Seriouness  finally  admitted.  ❝  Persephone's  tolerance  of  my  presence  saved  my  life.  It  was  a  great  opportunity  to  get  rid  of  me  if  she  wanted,  I  would  have  died  at  the  speed  of  a  rocket  in  that  jar  otherwise.  I  wanted  to  do  what  had  to  be  done  regarding  the  Doors  of  Death,  it  wasn't  part  of  my  planned  destinations,  Tartarus.  They  might  remember  me  if  I  return  to  that  destination  one  day.  ❞   There  was  another  moment  of  silence,  as  he  considered  that  last  sentence.  ❝  I  don't  recommend  it.  Really,  it's  better  that  the  already  tortured  little  brother  was  blessed  by  this  experience rather than eldest finding herself alone.  ❞  He  hesitated  once  again  to  speak  of  Deimos,  when  his  eyes  betrayed  that.  ❝  Despite  the  darkest  of  shadows,  there  can  always  be  one  that  wants  to  keep  you  alive.  ❞ 

she places a hand over her heart, gasping at his accusations. "firstly - i don't kill people. i will, however, reap their souls when i do finally feel the kiss of death." although thanatos often joked that he'd just open the earth and have her fall into his arms. her death wouldn't be something to mourn as she continued to play her active part within the underworld - not separated from those she loves for the rest of eternity. elysium didn't have the same appeal to her as it did to other demigods. the idea of rebirth didn't sit right with her - especially if she didn't have the solid answer that she'd have the same father - or even persephone as her godly mother. that would cause a greater harm to her soul.

"would you relax, nico? it was a joke." elizabeth shakes her head, taking another bite, extra pomegranate seeds upon her spoon. "you weren't the only one who was going insane at the time. i was busy trying to keep the threads of the underworld in balance while all the immortals around me were dealing with split personalities!"

she stops to take a long drink of her black coffee. swallowing before continuing, "who do you think was sending percy and hazel the vision dreams? yours were dying out before they even reached meet. i felt you dying and that freaked me out even more. i'm just thankful you listened when you were told about the pomegranate seeds. the sacred fruit of persephone saved your life after i explicitly told you to stay away from tartarus. i'd rather it had been me in that jar than you have gone through that."