#sick pred

[boiled-ginger-ale]

saw that post that says “don’t drink water after eating fish, because it will swim and go gluglu in your stomach” and immediately thought of empires season 1

I know joel was the tiny one.. but i think the image of him eating goldfish-sized versions of the seablings is so cute. especially after he drinks water and they go gluglu in his stomach

yesssssss fish friends need much water tho, so joel probably ends up sick and overhydrated, but at least jim and lizzie are having a good time-

[snapbackslide]

respectfully, in 2018-2019, habs finished the season with 96 points and didn't make the playoffs. stars (93 points), golden knights (93 points), and avalanche (90 points) all did.

"it's just been that type of year" no, actually. the system is flawed and we've known this for years. so, don't discredit us, we got screwed just the same in the past, too.

[nomstellations]

yknow, everyone wants to be the sick prey eaten up by a pred or feed themselves to a sick pred so they feel better until both parties end up sick. at least then you both can cuddle up with no worries...

[sillyromance]

Unexpected

Warning: Male pred/female prey; intended vore, but nothing happens; just fluff🌸.

*A pred corners a prey*

"Ha! Got ya!"

"Achooo! *Sniff* - Yeah, you did..."

"...Wow, girl... You don't look...that well..."

"It's fine... Just cold. But, if you're going to eat me, I recommend you to take some precautions. Here."

*Gives pills*

"What's that?"

"Antibiotics... Just in case... Achooo!"

"Bless you..."

"Ugh... Thanks..."

*Awkward silence*

"Aghooomnbbccccc.... Oh, goodness... Sorry..."

"Never mind... Let me check you... God, you have a fever! Why are you out of your home like that!?"

"I... was on my way from work..."

"...Work? Do you want to kill yourself or something!? You're literally shivering!"

"I wouldn't have gone if not for my boss. Some of them can be quite... demanding, aren't they? Heh..."

"... That's horrible."

"Well, there was no choice... Anyway *sniff* - are you going to eat me or...?"

"Leave it for later... You know what? Follow me."

*At the pred's apartments*

"Dude, I'm not sure what are you going to do, but..."

"Put your things here and go to the couch - it's in the living room right behind this corner. The blue door is the bathroom - you can wash your hands and clean up... "

*The prey gives the pred a long look but does as he says*

*From afar*

"How do you usually make tea? Lemon, honey, ginger?

" Well... A little bit of each, I suppose? "

"OK! Feel yourself at home - I'll bring you the cup once it's prepared."

*Later*

"Here you go... Do you need anything, like, analgesics?

*accepts the drink*

" Thank you... *cough* There, in my purse."

"Good... Maybe... you've got a favorite movie? A TV show?"

"Mmm... Let's see... 'Sink the Bismarck' ?"

" Hm, haven't heard about this one... What's the thing about?"

"It's a history drama. Aghooo!... An old one, about WWII sea battles... *cough* - Oh lord, my head..."

*holds her hand*

"Don't worry. Soon it'll stop hurting. Trust me"

*Switches the TV on*

"No... No... No... Wait! This film?"

" Ah? Oh... yes."

"Perfect. Now, snuggle up and relax - I'll fetch us some snacks from the kitchen..."

*After the movie*

"Man... That was epic! I didn't expect it to be this good!"

"Old movies are gold. No crazy camera swings or green screen - only pure acting. Plus, I adore how cozy and warm the atmosphere is."

"Agreed. I don't like modern cinematography that much as well... Have you seen " Love in the afternoon"?

"Starring Audrey Hepburn? Of course!"

"That's my number one."

"Noooo waaaay! That's awesome! So, you're into romance, right?"

"And you're a history geek?"

"Hahahaha! Yeah... I prefer sea adventures. Although, I think it's obvious, huh..."

*After a pause*

"How is your head?"

"Better, thank you. And I don't sneeze so often."

"Told ya! This spray does wonders!"

"So it seems... However..."

"Mmm?"

"Why have you been caring about me so much? You could eat me a while ago - it's not like I would struggle... Any other pred in your place wouldn't bother themselves... "

*a sigh*

"I'm a predator, but I'm not some kind of bastard! What's the difference if I wait another week - I'm not on the brik of death... But you... You are sick. I can't ignore it. Don't get me wrong - it's not like I'm afraid to catch a flu or anything!... I just... can't stand when someone is in pain. You need help - and, considering the fact that you, instead of taking a break, spent all day at your office or whatever your job is and turned into complete mess because of your dorky boss... I...Well... I think you get it."

"...I do. And I'm grateful for your hospitality. Not everyday I have a chance to meet such a kind person."

*Blushes*

"That's... nice to hear."

*Blushes too*

"You're welcome... By the way - my name is Kiara."

"... J-Jakob"

"Nice to meet you."

"You too!"

*laughing*

"... Well... Kiara... I guess you could use some sleep."

"Honestly... That would be nice... Heavens, I feel like trash..."

"I'll leave the tissues and medicine here. If you need anything - I'll be in the bedroom next door. And, in case you get hungry, some soup and grilled meat can be found in the fridge. Dairy products too..."

*Smiles*

"...Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

*stands up and heads to the exit*

"Jakob"

*turns to her*

"Uh?"

"Good night."

*smiles too*

"Sweet dreams, Kiara...."

[pyotrkochetkov]

TURNED THE GAME ON JUST IN TIME FOR BRADY'S FIRST GOAL AS A PRED THAT'S SOULMATEISM

[voraciousemo]

Doctor pred

Specifically one with a healing tummy.

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Being sick. The worst cold youve ever had. Getting to the doctors office, one not for humans, but your normal doctor was closed for the holidays. Snow falling as you make it through the door, walking up the smaller staircase.

Quickly making an appointment, and sitting down on the smaller seats on the counter.

In a moment, the doctor came out, holding out a hand for you to hop onto. Truthfully, they didnt have many human clients, they admitted...but there was a gleam of excitement in their eyes.

They gott to their office, setting you on the desk. An...unconventional place, for sure, but they were quick to assure you. You ran down your list of symptoms, the doctor nodding along... but lightly biting their lip. Hiding the saliva pooling in their mouth. Your scent was driving them crazy...

In a quick movement, they scooped you up, giving an apologetic smile, mumbling that you wouldnt have to pay, canines on full display.

In a slow, almost slow-mo motion, they lifted you closer to their mouth, your body shaking without realizing as they slid you into their mouth, small strings between the teeth clinging to you, before the mouth shut around you.

With a happy hum, they tasted you, resisting the urge to lick you around, tilting their head back. You slipped into their throat, the muscles around you squeezing, and pulling at your body.. and after what felt like forever, you were deposited in a warm space. A heartbeat coming through the wall... and a liquid filling the space.

You panicked, only to be shushed, pressure lightly hitting your side, where their hand pushed in. A healing liquid, they explained. That their body made. It only worked on humans, back in the days when they pillaged and raided and kept them as pets.

You forced yourself to relax, sinking into the liquid, shutting your eyes. You could already feel lesd nauseous.

[voretwink]

preds on a highschool football team are allowed to eat anyone they want to so they can keep being huge and strong to win the big games. so everyone is always trying to tiptoe around them and doing their best not to get their attention because if one of them chooses to just grab you at any time and eat you they are allowed to and no one can stop them. they'll just go to class and relax as the teacher has to talk loudly over the sounds of boy meat being broken down and boiled alive as the prey is screaming for help from anyone. class after class goes by and the tasty boy meat is weeping and still crunching away inside. it isn't until the next morning when the jock is jerking off hard he decides to sqeeze his stomach hard then the final CRUNCH happens and kills the prey, making the jock cum HARD. then the jock might go to school and belch out a skull and give it to another jock as a 'check this out!' move. and the jocks are always trying to one up one another.

love this idea anon! oh how ive missed your freaky ass~

this all boy’s academy really values its athletics programs, so jocks basically have free reign. it’s nearly impossible to teach the entirety of football season, what with the constant wailing and gurgling coming from guts, and the endless belching and wet farts…

the worst is the homecoming pep rally, where the athletes waltz into the gym with their giant, sagging bellies of digesting boy, only to call on a few hapless students to gulp down and digest for the big game on Saturday. the principal gets a sick thrill out of it, putting his face and microphone up to the guts of the players, mocking the screams of student’s dying inside and asking them what’s left of yesterday’s meals. hell even get the jocks to belch and fart on the microphone for the entire student body to hear. he’ll make crude remarks about the smell and joke about the indigestion.. “bet that was his legs!” or “that smelled a bit like Old Spice,” all while he tries to hide his boner in his waistband😈

[mochinomnoms]

A poly trio I think about a lot is Jade x Yuu x Rook. Just imagine living in the woods by a river sith these two. Jade foraging and growing different mushrooms while Rook hunts different game.

They're both so freaky but they match each other's freak. And a Yuu who can match there freak too? The perfect trio of peaceful weirdos. Also the sex would be fucking amazing.

Bonus pred/prey if you're into that: imagine trying to run away and hide with the two of them chasing you through the forest. They would work so well together. I can see Rook hunting you and steering you towards the river so Jade can come up and grab you.

God I hate Rook so much I hate his stupid ass haircut and his stupid ass friend and his stupid bow and I hate his stupid ass.

Anyways this is both a dream and nightmare poly trio because yes they both def play up into each other's freaks. Don't even mention pred/prey stuff around them it will not end well for you if you have stuff to do the next day. Your legs will be out of commission!

On a more wholesome note, though, I think Jade and Rook would really like going out to the woods together! Rook can absolutely see the beauty in all of the nature that Jade admires, and may even be willing to eat one of the many mysterious mushrooms that Jade finds! Is it poisonous? Will it make him sick? How exciting, and Jade is just as excited to have someone enthusiastically eat his findings. Unknown to Jade (or perhaps he does know? Owo) is that Rook knows exactly which fungus and plants will hurt him, and he also knows that Jade wouldn't feed one of his partners something without having a spell or potion to heal them. On Jade's end, he's very entertained by Rook's hunting, it's much different from what he's known! Of course Rook would use tools, he doesn't have teeth or claws, but it's very cute seeing a human attempt (and successfully mind you) take down an animal much larger than themselves with soft hands and dull teeth. He could offer his assistance...but where's the fun in that?

Jade forages while Rook hunts and bring back their goods to make dinner, which Jade and you make together as Rook cleans up the dishes and general mess made. It's a surprisingly smooth and compatible pairing.

[constantlyvornypredator]

Inexperienced pred eats prey for the first time. It was a wonderful experience, but days later there seems to be a problem; their guts don't seem to be doing so well. Their stomach feels both full and empty. They for sure digested their meal and passed it on but it just feels like something is sitting in here unable to move. They feel hungry but at the same time the thought of food makes them feel sick. They can only eat a little at a time without making themselves queasy. Antacids seem to only mute their bloated, gurgling tummy somewhat but the feeling of not wanting to eat remains. They figure it's just a bug and it'll pass but as the days pass the symptoms get worse.

They are absolutely sick to their stomach, writhing in bed as they hold and rub their aching tummy and fighting waves of dizzying spirals that make them wanna hurl. They can feel their stomach doing flips. Every convulsion of hunger and sickeningly deep squelch vibrated across their midsection. They really don't want to puke, but their stomach definitely needs to reject something - whatever that is.

The bellyache is too much, and the pred gives up fighting the urge to vomit. They run over to the toilet, clutching their stomach, lift the seat and hunch over expelling the contents of their stomach. To the pred's surprise; there is no vomit. Instead, it's a shirt soaked in their spit, mucus, and stomach acids. The same white-T their prey was wearing. Now it made sense!

The pred sits by the toilet lurching and hacking up the rest of junk inside him; underwear, dark blue jeans that have definitely lost some of its color, one sneaker after the other, a phone, wallet, a large set of keys, and a watch.

Lesson learned: Strip your prey before consumption!

[mawsnclaws]

Pred swallowing their prey friend after the prey gets sick. They don't care that they risk getting sick, they just need to comfort their friend.

[roseytoesy]

Pssst! When you get a chance, do you have any Monster Doey headcannons? Because there are so many things you could do with him in that context pred wise. I know it happens within extreme circumstances and so far it’s Kevin, but what would happen if Matthew, Jack or all three were upset? Any other monster forms you have in mind as well? Just let the boys be selfish and greedy and protective and possessive as a TREAT

OOOOOOOooo! I honestly haven't thought of monster Doey as much due to it usually being a dangerous situation for all involved... But it is really cool to think about! Thanks for letting me ramble, and boy did I ramble.

I would try and draw this but unfortunately I don't have the time right now due to school, but I will add them once I get the time.

Realistically I think that the monster form was the first form Doey ever took, I mean 900 lbs. of dough and 3 young minds in a mess after being torn apart and put together would make something crazy. 

Kevin is usually the one to initiate transformation into monster mode

Mathew has only ever done it once after a cave in and he needed to be bigger to hold up the rocks and debris from crushing everyone. 

Jack doesn't like being the monster and has never wanted to transform.

As for monster shapes and stuff (if Jack ever wanted to for some reason) I have a few ideas to tell who's in control at that moment. And what forms they would choose if they had more control over it/ over time with practice. 

Kevin prefers the original shape, a mangled mass of dough, a huge head where he and his brothers are forced can see what's going on up front and center. 

But over time he morphs more to look like a large ferocious dragon. A longer maw, sharper longer teeth, clawed hands and feet, horns and a tail. The back hands looked more like bat wings with stretched out hands with webbing between the fingers. He can't actually fly but it's “sick as hell.”

Mathew would be next and he would try to make a softer form, something hopefully less intimidating but it's hard at that size. And without experience he can only hide some hands and close the doey mouth and have 3 eyes on the head rather than 3 heads out of the mouth. 

But over time he would try to look like a multi legged Chinese dragon, a symbol of peace and power in many stories and myths, long and sleek, the colors of the three swirling along the long slender body. Long whiskers and 3 eyes like before, yellow on his right, red center, and orange on his left. A tiny set of horns that keep his hat in place. 

Jack would take a few years of convincing to even take control of the larger form, the others helping support him as he doesn't really handle the body when stretching or forming. 

When Jack first takes over it's the usual monster form, very melted though and the back hands just kinda drag on the ground. 

After a few years of practice he found a comfortable form for himself, a unique mix of a bunny and jumping spider. Something to handle the arms and something cute! He likes loafing and dancing in this form.

Though with how you worded stuff if the boys were separate dough fellas and wanted to be monsters it would be:

Jack loves the idea of fairies! So he would give himself little wings. Though that's not much of a monster… maybe a simple slime. One of the ones that has a little angry face. But usually are pretty harmless.

Mathew would likely make himself a satyr, spreading laughter and care. But again not really a monster… so how about Frankenstein, the irony doesn't evade him either, but it's fitting since he is a monster but was more cordial than most of the humans in that story. 

Kevin would choose a minotaur! Something big and strong, yet isolated. Or maybe a really cool werewolf. 

And just because I do want to imagine the boys being protective and greedy. The deeper into the factory or into more feral areas the more protective they become,

Jack tries to have faith in you, but does hover close by at the ready to protect you or catch you should you fall. Noms may happen for protection but more likely he retreats back to let Kevin or Mathew handle it, unless you get hurt, then he will throw a stomping tantrum. Throwing whatever hurt you around until he calms down. Might nom you to soothe himself in that case.

While being greedy he would just be like a kid demanding attention, tugging on your pack or hands or even legs when he wants your attention, he will sulk if you ignore him. If he gets the idea to tuck you away you will be smothered in dough, cuddled and cooed at. He would just happily giggle as you shift around. Might try and sooth you if you try fighting while inside, just apologizing but saying that he just can't help it, and it keeps you safe! You can't blame him for trying to help. You wouldn't do that right? He would say with puppy eyes. 

Kevin becomes like a scary guard dog, and you better not do anything stupid or he will not hesitate to eat you. He tries to scout ahead since he knows that you are fairly capable. But still, as a being made of clay he can do a lot that you can’t, and will smugly open doors for you that you couldn’t. 

If he gets greedy for your attention you're in for a hell of a time, he will be very blunt with it and if you continue to ignore/upset him he will just eat you, squishing you into place and pushing you around and back should you try fighting or pushing out. You're HIS and he's making that clear now. Now sit still or maybe give him a nice belly rub and he’ll go easy on you. Lots of teasing and prodding at you to get reactions, your struggles are amusing and somewhat exhilarating for him. 

Mathew would keep a wary eye out for anything, doing his best to remember any safe places that you passed or might find up ahead with any info around. If there aren't any good hiding spaces he gets more and more worried about keeping you safe, and in those moments he will nom you to keep you safe if something bigger than both of you shows up. 

As for being greedy, it has to be a very very bad day for the poor kid. Where he just doesn’t care so much anymore. He would be more stone faced or even desperate, depending on the situation, and just snatch you up, a few swallows because he forgot about opening his stomach but also to allow himself the guilty pleasure of tasting you and eating you normally. He would apologize for being so snappish, but your presence helps him relax, its grounding. And he needs that right now.

[gingersnapsgeneralstore]

During an office party, a pair of coworkers sneak away into a secluded room. The loud belch and hasty exit make it clear to everyone else exactly what happened in there, but nobody saw exactly which one of them left.

Both of them are absent for the next few days, the pred likely taking care of the prey while they rest after the exhausting process of reforming. Tons of people are making bets on which one of the two will return with a little more softness around their midsection, making excuses about being out because they were sick, and just having a little residual bloating. The blush on the prey's face as they follow behind the pred (pretending they didn't carpool to work together) will tell a different story.

[voretwink]

pred father raping every bf his son brings home before eating them. he lies to his son saying they ditched him. bf after bf happens and the dad tells his son that is just his son seems so unloveable. so dad rapes his son saying he needs to come clean. so now the son is stewing in his own gore with his most recent 'ex' bf sloshing around him. dad burps and feels a few more of his sons bones snap and he sighs "maybe i can find some fag to knock up and give me a REAL predator son. you were basically prey this whole time." then presses on his gut while clenching to murder his son "there. a little mercy. a gift for bringing me all those tasty snacks~"

oh hell yea, i can picture it in my head already. just a heads up, this one is gonna be sick yall~

dad is a 6’5 silver fox reliving his glory days as a frat boy/ college football player. he could’ve made it big time if he didn’t knock up some broad. 18 years later he’s stuck with the spitting image of himself: a horny frat jock… minus two key factors—his son was a worthless prey… and a pillowbiter…

dad made the most of the endless stream of twinky bubblebutt bottoms that came along with his gorgeous son. he loved it when they screamed for his son while brutally raped them, but it was even better when they cried out his name while boiling in his potbelly.

the perfect 10 of a son comes crying to daddy one day, sobbing about how he feels “unlovable.” dad showed him what love was, even if he fought and screamed a bit. he surely screamed more in his gut once he was reunited with the sizzling gore that was left of his previous ex. the boy lasted for day’s as he stewed in the acidic slop of blood and bones. dad finally decided he’d had enough and pressed his belly into the kitchen counter. the surface absolutely mangled his little boy as it finally snuffed him out, ending his days of misery with a sickening crunch.

[predatory-podcaster]

I wanna give a pred a belly rub :'(

You're sick? Your prey is putting up a fight? Let me help you digest them ♥️ I'd love to knead into your soft and squishy tummy, feeling the struggling beneath your skin. I want to lay my head on it and hear the absolute cacophony of gurgles and groans from your poor gut going haywire trying to digest something that's definitely over capacity~

Let me be your personal masseuse, please <3

[snexy-the-snail]

Please can you write Percy pred? I kinda like the idea of Percy being a pred and stuff but i havent seen any fics or stories of him being pred-

–🌫

Ooo this one also got eaten by my drive I was about to cry ngl!!! I might make this into an au!!

Godhood Tastes like..Marshmellows?

Percy wasn't sure what it was, but there was a shift within camp. It has not happened recently, but over a few months. The air seemed more lively, Mr.D kept looking at him more curiously, and the group of gods eating him had asked him odd questions. His own dad was even acting weird, which wasn't exactly comforting.  

The odd flashes of tasting camp food were becoming more frequent, too, much more than usual. He sighs heavily, leaning back on the bench as the Apollo cabin leads the camp in songs, humming along as he goes to stand to get a stick and a marshmallow. He pauses, however, when a kid slumps against him. Poor thing probably tuckered out from the day.

"Passed out before the best part, kid." He teases, brushing their hair aside. A Hermes kid, judging by the messy hair and sharper features, despite being so young. He shifts slightly, not surprised to feel a warm feeling build in his chest. It usually did when he was around the younger kids nowadays.

"I'll take him to bed." He says, pulling the kid into his arms with a fond smile, Conner gives a thumbs up as Percy stands. He felt..oddly taller than usual, maybe he was getting old. It felt like he had been 17 forever now. Still, he tucks the kid against his chest, heading through the woods towards the cabins.  

The night was peaceful, crickets chirping and fireflies lighting through the air. Druids heading back to their trees for sleep. It was..peaceful. His lips quirk upwards, more so when he torches slowly come into view. The weight in his arms seemed to lessen, pausing when the kid seemed... a lot smaller.

"Alright..a little weird," he mumbles, stepping towards the Hermes cabin, freezing when he sees that the door appears smaller than usual. "More weird," he mumbles. Things seemed smaller; they really shouldn't, especially the kid, settled in the crook of his arm.  

That warm feeling in his chest turned hollow, the sudden urge to swallow the kid worming its way into his thoughts.

"Okay. Okay, not panicking oh-" He breathes out, cramming himself through the door and carefully tucking the boy into the first bed he sees. This wasn't happening. He did not just have the urge to eat a kid. He half-heartedly tosses a blanket on the bed before suddenly darting out of the cabin. 

"It's fine. It's great. I'm fine." He whispers to himself. This was just him being tired; he just needed to sleep or something. The overwhelming taste of marshmallows flooded his mouth, nearly making him trip, but he rammed into a tree he hadn't noticed. He groans as he stumbles back, the familiar feeling of warm blood on his forehead. He scowls, bringing a hand up and wiping the blood away, only to find it was gold.  

Gold.  

A hysterical laugh escapes him.  

He felt sick.  

The air didn't feel like enough. He felt like he was drowning again, stuck in that stupid muddy bog, with the earth enclosing everywhere, suffocating him, stealing his breath, and clogging his lungs. Tears burned in his eyes before streaming down his face, mixing with the shimmering of golden blood. He was a god. He was immortal now; he wasn't going to die. He couldn't. 

Gasping breaths tore from his lungs, sobs stinging his entire being.  

It couldn't be right. He was just seeing things. He takes a shuddering breath, his hands fumbling for his pocket before bringing out his weapon. A trick of the light. He took the cap off, pleading, begging for it to be a trick of the light as he made a slice on his wrist. Not only had it not hurt, but golden ichor oozed lazily out of the wound as it slowly closed up.  

He wasn't sure how long he sat there on his knees, just waiting for the pain to start, pain that wasn't coming, much to his distress. The ache in his middle, however, was sorta like pain. He latched onto the feeling nearly desperately, holding onto the discomfort and the stinging, bitter sensation that came from it. He briefly remembered the gods mentioning it. It was a feeling of emptiness or incompleteness. But it was something. Time seemed to sit still, Percy sitting there, unsure of how to even begin to process this.  

When a hand settled on his shoulder, he slowly glanced upwards. Annabeth. The tears welled in his eyes again as his girlfriend sank to her knees, wrapping her arms around him.

"Percy, hey, what's wrong?" 

Her voice felt like a breath of fresh air. He kept his arms wrapped around her, the feeling of closeness not enough. It wasn't enough; he needed to feel her warmth closer, he needed her safe, away from dangers. A shiver runs down his spine, and he gags heavily.  

"Something's wrong." He croaks out, feeling himself trembling. He couldn't do that to Annabeth, he couldn't.. He already shouldn't be getting these urges.

She didn't shove away from him, which Percy could not be more thankful for. Instead, he found that the grip was tighter, not just from his end. An arm lifts up, lightly brushing against his face, but it feels too small. He had been taller than Annabeth for some time now, but this-this was wrong. Not natural. A feeling of fingers ghosts over his forehead where the wound had been, touching the slick texture of ichor, wiping it away.

"Oh, Percy." That broke the dam again, tears flowing freely down his cheeks. He couldn't feel the sting he was so used to coming with the tears, the dry feeling in his throat nowhere to be found. Every day, human things that had been annoying now made him want to sob endlessly. His grip tightens more before releasing. What if he was squeezing too hard? He couldn't precisely distinguish anything at the moment.

Annabeth still didn't leave much to his relief, instead cupping his cheeks in her hands. She was smaller. No, he was bigger. He was much bigger, and her hands were small. She was small. The pain in his gut tore into him, and despite the fear, he relished the feeling of some pain. He couldn't hurt her if he did. Percy wasn't sure what he'd do. Blame himself, sure, but the idea that he was the one who-

"Percy, breathe." Her voice was like a riptide, pulling him back into the present. It was like a cooling feeling flooding through his veins. He takes a deep breath, feeling his chest expanding as he focuses on his breathing. He didn't need to breathe; he knew that, but it still soothed him with the familiarity.

He didn't know how long they sat there.

Annabeth's arms were steady. Her voice was steady. But Percy wasn't. He felt like his insides were a puddle on strings barely holding their shape.

She held his face, brushing a thumb across his cheek like he was something precious instead of something dangerous, something she couldn't control. He wanted to say something, anything, but his mouth was full of sea salt and grief. He didn't know what he had thought. Were the weird cravings just stress? That the flashes of divine memory were nightmares?

Annabeth's face turned sharp, analytical. Her mind was already racing, putting pieces together. She breaks the silence of the crickets and wind through the trees.

"Did you agree to anything?" she asked, voice low.

Percy shook his head so hard it made him dizzy.

"No. At least—no one told me. I mean, there were moments. My dad's been looking at me weird. Mr. D hasn't insulted me in weeks. The other gods..." He clenched his fists. "They've been asking questions. About how I feel. If I've been 'tired' lately. Or 'disconnected.'"

Annabeth's jaw tightened.

"Like they were... preparing you."

A sour laugh twisted out of him.

"Like they were trying to warn me."

That was the worst part. It felt planned. Like the gods had already decided what he would become, and were just waiting for him to catch up. He didn't remember saying yes. But maybe you didn't need to, if you were the right kind of tool.

"I almost ate a kid, Annabeth," he said suddenly, voice hoarse. "I held him, and he felt.... I wanted to protect him, but I also wanted to-" His mouth snapped shut, and his hands shook. "I don't want to be something that does that."

Annabeth flinched as if the words physically hurt. Her hands dropped to his, fingers threading through his tightly clenched fists. "You're not something, Seaweed Brain. You're still you."

"I'm not sure that's true anymore."

"It is." She said it like a fact, like geometry. "And if it's not... then we figure out what's happening. Together."

He didn't answer, not for a long moment. But he leaned forward, burying his face in her shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo and cedarwood and a trace of ash from the campfire. It helped. A little.

"What if I forget what it's like to be me?" he asked her quietly, his voice muffled.

"Then I'll remind you. Every time," she responded without any hesitation. "Just like I did in the pit. I know who you are, Percy, and you aren't a monster." She says firmly. He doesn't dare look at her, instead swallowing thickly. The dull ache in his middle was roaring to life again. Could he not have had a second of fondness before this stupid curse thing happened?

He wanted to believe that. He really did.

Percy swallowed again, suddenly aware of how wrong his body felt. Not sick, just off. Like he'd been stuffed into something too small. His senses were too sharp. His emotions are too broad. That tearing in his middle becoming stronger. He pushes Annabeth away, standing. It was sudden, and she seemed surprised, overseeing him. She was smaller now, but he was still getting bigger. Like his body knew it would be easier with her smaller. He couldn't do this, not to her, to anyone.

"I'm going to be sick." He mumbles, turning away from her. The shifting of leaves, the light crunching of her walking to him, put every nerve he had in a whirlpool of anxiety.

He jolts, the feeling goes on his hands on his knee. Probably the only place she could reach at the moment. His head was already brushing the lower branches of the surrounding trees.

"No- I'll hurt you-"

"Percy," she said firmly, tugging his gaze back to her. "You won't."

"But I'm- look at me. I'm not-" His breath caught. A sob tore out of him, half-gasp, half-growl. "Everything's small. The trees. The doors. You-Annabeth, you're tiny."

She was. Her hands barely spanned his palm now. She'd always been small next to him, but now it was like watching a mortal speak to a statue. He fell to his knees, shaking, unsure if he could stand at the moment. Her hands grasping his own, well, more of his fingers, unable to completely wrap hers around his.

And still, her grip didn't waver.

"Then I'll yell louder," she said simply. "If you forget what matters, I'll remind you. If you can't feel your way back, I'll drag you. You're still you. I can see it in your eyes."

He wanted to believe that. Gods, he wanted to.

But the ache in his chest was spreading. Not pain. Just… emptiness. Like a void cracking wider in his core. He'd held the weight of the sky. This felt heavier. His soul was expanding in all directions, and his body was struggling to contain it, but it didn't hurt; it was just an ache.

Involuntarily, he felt his mouth water. To his horror, he could practically feel the saliva building up, needing to swallow to avoid drooling.

He finally pulled himself together enough to look at Annabeth, her gaze soft. There wasn't an ounce of fear or judgment. Instead, she stands on her tip toes, stretching up. Wordlessly, he leans down, closing his eyes as she cups his cheek with her hand. Warm. He could focus on the fact that she was warm, alive, and safe.

"You glow." She murmurs, curiosity tinging her tone. His eyes snapped open, going to ask what she meant, before he felt his cheeks flush with color. Right. Someone had explained it to him before, and even now, he could see a sea green type of color softly emitting from his mouth.

"It's..Um..I mean.." He stumbles over his words, lowering himself more. Saliva still producing at an uncomfortable rate. Of course, Annabeth would be curious. Part of him sparked with a protective rage, more directed at Athena. It was safe, so why wouldn't she want to share that with her own daughter?

Guilt bubbled up the next second. He was scared to do it, too. Terrified. She was one of the most important people in his life; he would rather die than have her harmed.

"It's a family thing, Dad...he glows, so does Triton, but gods can sorta change their innards." The more he spoke, the more he felt calm, at peace. They were just at the beach laughing at how gross the gods were, which was something normal. He takes a breath, hesitantly opening his mouth, lowering more towards her height, her hand falling from his cheek.

The soft glow illuminates her face. The tired expression she always held softened, and he could practically feel it fading away. Was this... what the gods saw? Annabeth looked so fragile right now, fragile and..tired. He lifts a hand up, brushing it against her cheek.

Without much warning, she sticks her hand into his mouth, causing him to jerk back slightly. That doesn't deter her in the slightest. Annabeth laughs; the sound is so perfect to him. His cheeks darken, the glow brightening as he leans back down. More embarrassment flooded his system when he realized a trail of saliva had clung to her hand.

"That's..gross, sorry." He mumbles, her voice wavering. Yet again, surprised when Annabeth's laughter continued, her expression full of warmth and curiosity. Oh- OH, that's right, she rarely got 'tummy time' as Conner and Travis put it.

"Not really." She says her voice is just as gentle. Her hand was back in his mouth, preventing him from answering. Her fingers splay out against his tongue, the feeling making him drool slightly. Much to his embarrassment, he noticed it glowed too. Great.

He wasn't sure where to look either, his gaze falling to Annbeth more often than not as she spread her fingers out, pressing more against his tongue, feeling the texture. He couldn't stop the muscle from twitching, curling awkwardly around her palm and wrist at times as it moved under her. Her hands weren't soft; they were rough, filled with calluses from years of weapon work.

That hollow, bitter feeling exploded in his chest, and with little thought, he swallowed, feeling her jerk forward, the sense of something foreign in his throat causing him to freeze. Just as he tensed, ready to push Annabeth back, he felt her press her other hand inside. Past his teeth, straight to the back of his mouth, causing him to swallow out of reflex, both hands firmly pressed against each other. He could barely see her anyway at this angle, her face at the entrance of his mouth.

"Eager seaweed brain?" She teases, the normalcy of her just accepting it, making it hard to fear it. She wasn't scared or begging for her life, no, it was... calm, peaceful even. Yes, being swallowed was terrifying at times, but ultimately when inside..

He swallows again, her heart beating faster. Not because it needed to, but due to habit. His hands rest on her hips as he swallows again, guiding her inside his mouth. His tongue shielding her from his teeth as his muscles pulled her into his throat.

He tried not to think about how he could feel his throat expanding with her presence, that he was swallowing her alive. He squeezes his eyes shut, getting into the rhythm of swallowing and guiding her inside. Soon, the bitter feeling disappeared as he felt her sliding into his middle. His lips closed once her feet slipped inside.

His hands hovered by his mouth, and he felt his stomach expanding. It.. shouldn't be that much, he looks to his middle, surprised to see that even if he felt like he was bursting, there was barely a bump.

"How does it feel?"

"What?" he rasps, before clearing his throat. How did he answer that? "It..I..I feel weird. Heavy like..eating a huge piece of cake", he admits after a second; his cheeks flushing when she laughs at him again. She wasn't scared or upset, she was just... relaxed.

He hesitantly rests a hand over his middle, rubbing inward like he had felt before. He jolts slightly when a weight settles more against the touch. Oh man..this was much different than he thought it would be.

"Nothing.. It's like..I just like it when we're on the couch at Mom's place, under a blanket. It's..feeling you close and feeling safe." His voice comes out in a whisper, pressing in to feel her form. He could see why his dad found this scary. Annabeth was as close as she could get, and yet he felt... like she wasn't close enough.

"That's sweet." She murmurs back, the exhaustion clear in her voice. She pressed closer, Percy able to see the vague outline of her body through his skin. It was wrong- it was wrong, he shouldn't have done-

"Selfishly.. I'm glad. This will be better than that owl."

Percy froze, unsure of what to say, before satisfaction curled around his gut like a nice bowl of soup. He would be the reason why she slept so well tonight.

A God.

He was a god now. He could be the one to soothe nightmares away, to be a protector who kept demigods safe.

Annabeth was asleep; he could tell by the slow, steady breaths. He curls slightly more around her form, relishing the warmth her being brings to him.

The stars blinked overhead like silent witnesses, their light cold and distant. Percy sat slumped under the old tree near the edge of the cabins, his back pressed to the rough bark. He had calmed, mostly. His breathing was steady now, though his fingers still twitched, as if trying to remember what panic had felt like before the ichor dulled everything.

Annabeth was still tucked deep inside his gut; her presence was his tether, the only thing keeping him from drifting entirely.

Everything was heightened now, whispers of prayers from demigods he knew, to demigods he didn't know. Tastes of offerings swirling around within his mouth. He felt like he was on high alert.

So when the grass rustled nearby, Percy's body tensed instinctively, though Annabeth didn't move other than shifting.

"Easy, Peter Johnson," came a dry, clipped voice. Then followed by a "Found him" that seemed to echo throughout the woods. Percy didn't need to look to know who it was. The voice was unmistakable, laced with irritation, boredom, and something underneath it that was far too close to concern for Mr. D.

A moment later, the air shifted. The breeze carried with it the scent of salt, seaweed, and something ancient. Percy felt it before he saw him, like the ocean pulling back before a wave hit.

Poseidon.

He raised his eyes, not knowing what to expect. His father stood there, arms crossed, trident in hand, looking…tired. Not angry. Not stern. Just quiet.

Dionysus didn't look much different than usual, save for the fact that his ever-present Diet Coke can was missing, and his eyes, instead of being unfocused or distant, were pinned directly on Percy.

"I see you've had a moment," Mr. D said, gesturing vaguely to him under the tree.

"I didn't ask for this," Percy finally muttered, voice hoarse.

Poseidon stepped forward, gaze softening. "I know."

His father knelt, lowering the trident and setting it aside in the grass. He looked different up close, not in power but in presence, less like a god and more like a man who hadn't figured out how to comfort his son. He felt normal for the first time Percy had ever met him. Was that because he was a god too? Annabeth shifts again in his gut, the movement causing him to flinch from his father's gaze.

"You've known," Percy accused, though there was no heat behind it.

"We suspected," Poseidon admitted. "The cravings. The fierceness of your protectiveness is a connection forming between you and Olympus. It's been happening slowly."

Percy swallowed hard, the taste of marshmallows in his throat sickeningly sweet. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Dionysus snorted. "Because you're dramatic, and you'd panic. Case in point."

Poseidon gave the wine god a sharp look. Dionysus raised his hands innocently before his expression shifted to something more serious." Being a god doesn't erase what you were. It just makes it harder to hold onto."

Silence followed, save for the crickets.

Percy leaned forward, resting his forehead against his knees. The feeling of Annabeth shifting brought him some peace. Safe. She was safe, but.. "I don't want this."

Poseidon placed a steadying hand on his son's back. "Then we'll find a way. You're not alone in this."

Dionysus cleared his throat. "And if you eat one of my kids, I will turn you into a grapevine. Just putting that out there."

Percy almost smiled.

Almost.

"I just wanted a marshmallow," he muttered, voice muffled in his arms.

The taste of marshmallow was the only thing he could taste. Was this godhood? Marshmallows and prayers?

A near hysterical laugh escapes him, Poseidon's gaze softening as he offers a hand to the demigod.

It takes a moment before Percy accepts it, the god pulling him to his feet. The weight inside was different, like using an unbalanced sword, only he was the sword. His hands rest on his middle, and both gods seem confused for a moment before Dionysus has an expression that is surprisingly close to pity.

"It's fine," Percy whispers, unable to keep his hands off his middle, off of Annabeth. Wisely, neither god commented on it, instead leading Percy to his cabin like some sort of bodyguard escort. It was fine. Annabeth had been willing; she was safe...right?

Almost as if she could sense his nerves, she presses closer to his hands, a sense of relief able to soothe his fears. The owl could only do so much when it came to nightmares; this had to feel better. At least Percy hoped.

He didn't say anything all the way to his cabin, taking a small breath in as he stepped inside. The inside of the cabin was quiet, washed in blue light from the glowing ceiling mural of the sea. The soft rush of waves filled the space, a comfort normally.

Now, it felt like too much.

Too loud. Too symbolic.

Too final.

Percy sat on his bed, tenderly keeping his movements smooth and calculated. Dionysus looked between the two, Percy barely hearing an odd whispering from the two.

"Well, I suppose I should make sure none of the other campers have ended up in someone else's gut." He says wryly, though his tone wasn't as sharp or bored as it normally was. Percy gave a half-hearted wave, not moving from his spot, while Poseidon stood near the window, arms folded behind his back. Neither of them spoke for a long moment.

Percy finally broke the silence, his voice low.

"I thought you said I wouldn't have to be a god."

Poseidon turned slowly.

"I did. And I meant it."

"Then what the Hades is happening to me?" His voice cracked on the last word, more hurt than anger. Poseidon approached, lowering himself onto the bed opposite his son. Percy felt an odd ripping feeling to shove the god away. He was the only thing between Annabeth getting hurt and not.

"There are forces in the cosmos that don't ask for permission. You were never meant to ascend, but the Fates… they seem to have different plans."

"That's not comforting," Percy muttered. He hated how Poseidon's lips curved into something that might have been a smile, the only saving grace being that it was sad and small.

"No. I imagine it's not."

Percy leaned back against the headboard, taking in the weight in his gut, his hands protectively resting on the small lump that was his girlfriend. All he could do was stare up at the ceiling for a moment. The painted hippocampi swam lazily across the domed night sea above him. The cabin had changed since the wars had ended; it was less like a regular camp cabin and more like the undersea palace Poseidon had, though it remained the same size on the outside.

"I don't want to become like them. Like you." Percy had meant it to be sharp, but regretted his tone the moment it left his lips.

Poseidon didn't flinch. He looked at his son with a kind of acceptance that hurt worse than anger. Percy's gaze cast to his own middle inside. He was still tall, large, and wrong.

Percy hesitated, then asked the question that had been burning inside him since the ichor first touched his skin.

"Did you know this would happen when you claimed me?"

Poseidon's eyes darkened like storm clouds on the horizon.

"No. When I claimed you, I knew it would be a battle to keep you alive," he answers truthfully. Percy was thankful for the honesty. Everyone always tried to sugarcoat things, and he was done.

He didn't have an answer for that. So he said nothing.

Poseidon leaned forward slightly, his gaze more intense now. It made him a bit uncomfortable, tensing until Annabeth let an annoyed grunt out.

"But what's happening doesn't mean your humanity is lost. That is a choice. One you still get to make." Poseidon seemed dead set on that, a true force of nature. This time, however, it didn't make him feel like a drop in the ocean; it just felt like when his mom was hell bent on making sure he got back into school. Sure of herself even if it wasn't in her control.

Before Percy could respond, there was a knock at the door.

Poseidon stood and opened it, revealing Chiron in his wheelchair form, brows furrowed, his gaze falling to Percy's middle. The teen was really starting to hate this. He tries to keep the sneer off his face. He liked Chrion, he really did, but everyone staring at his middle was putting his nerves on a 10.

"You called?" the centaur said quietly.

"Come in. We need your wisdom." Poseidon nodded, stepping aside so the centaur could join them.

Chiron entered, glancing at Percy with a mixture of concern and curiosity. "I take it… the transformation has begun?"

"You knew?" Percy tilted his head. Trying to keep the hurt out of his tone as he looked at his mentor.

"I suspected," Chiron admitted. "The signs have been building. Your aura has been fluctuating, and your connection to Olympus is growing stronger. And the cravings…" His face grew more solemn. "It has happened before, I just... hoped it was not."

"That's not fair," Percy said. "I didn't ask to survive Tartarus. I didn't ask to fight Titans or giants," he hisses out, his voice growing louder with each word. He turned down godhood so many times, blatantly saying no. He hated that he felt the tears sliding down his face before he realized they were coming.

"No. But you did. And that changed things." Chiron explains, wheeling in further. Percy sank more into the bed, trying to focus on the feeling of stinging that should be coming with the tears. It didn't form, no matter how much he willed it.  

"Can it be stopped?" Percy whispers, looking between the two. When he didn't get an answer, he figured it was a no. It had already happened. He already knew he didn't need to breathe, that he had no need for a heartbeat anymore...

Percy swallowed hard. "I-" He couldn't even finish the sentence. "I wanted to and I..I did. I gave in, it almost wasn't Annabeth."

Chiron's eyes softened. "I know. The first urges are the worst. You resisted. That means something."

Poseidon rested a hand on Percy's shoulder. "It means everything. It is not an easy feeling to ignore my son." That was something that Percy knew painfully well now.

"I want to be alone." He mumbles after a second. Both of them seemed surprised until Percy pulled the covers up over himself. "Just..please, I want to pretend that I can still get tired."

Poseidon nods slowly before crossing the cabin. It's a silent affair, but Poseidon carefully lifts the blanket up further, tucking the boy in. No comments were made about the girl tucked inside him; there was just silence.

He can hear the footsteps and the creak of the wheelchair as the two leave.

The door closed behind them, leaving Percy in the soft glow of ocean light. He lay back on the bed, and the ache and bitter feeling were finally gone.

Percy wasn't sure when he drifted off.

It was somewhere between the quiet pressure of Annabeth curling deeper into him and the soft lapping of ocean waves echoing through his cabin walls. Sleep had felt distant, foreign. Gods didn't need it. But he wasn't a full god, was he?

Or maybe he was. He didn't know anymore.

All he knew was that he eventually slumped backward on the bed, hand still splayed protectively across his middle. Soft whispers filled his head, and the strong taste of marshmallow flooded his senses. It was overwhelming, at the same time, it was comforting. Voices he knew and didn't swirling in his mind as his consciousness crashed into darkness. He had never had such a silent dream before. It was... odd, it was so quiet.

The taste of marshmallows was the last thing he recognized before he fully drifted off.

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FINALLY SPEAKING UP ABOUT THE NDA ACCOUNTS

okay so I have had enough, idgaf anymore I’m making a post about this shit, it’s now time to share all the stuff I’ve been hidding to keep 'the triplets' safe aka just that bitch named doll/charlotte.

I’m sure people have seen this first sc cause it had been shared around already but it was my original conversation I had with 'Matt' about their relationship with eachother and doll.

I lost majority of my conversation with 'Matt' and 'chris' when this screenshot was first shared around, because they blocked me, I removed their chats then they unblocked me but doll has kept me blocked on her blog since that day so I don’t have proof for this next part I’m about to tell you but another conversation I had with 'matt' he had told me their sexuality's I can’t remember what exactly was said but he basically made them all attracted to both genders AND he told me with nick that nick would fuck girls but never date one. Then proceeded to follow it up by saying he had fucked Tara before (this was a bit after the 'date with Tara' surprise happened on tour)

Okay now next screenshot was when I did believe them they were controlling what I would post across platforms. Here 'Chris' harassed me into deleting a tiktok because one of the plushies had the name Charlotte. they would often say it was for MY safety so I didn’t get harassed for being involved with them.

Star/Loopie was the only one who was constantly nice and respected my decision when I told her I didn’t believe them anymore, I no longer consider me and her friends anymore tho as things were sent to me with proof exposing her as predatory plus 'Matt' seems to hate me now and 'chris' keeps posting shit seemingly directed at me when it’s @exposemermaid doing all the work, I’m just cheering at the sidelines lmao and Kiki and mermaid are right about the harassments, everytime I liked a post that exposed them I’d get messages like this.

Here’s the most recent/last conversation I currently have with any of the accounts, I’ll admit I was being a bit of a dick but I was pissed off at all the lies they are feeding people with and they keep changing their story. Here 'Matt’ was now telling me Charlotte isn’t doll even tho all our conversations previously he had been calling her char. Also trying to convince me she works for space camp but there is no such thing as a person being a partner, partners are only for brands for example like Kool Aid would be considered a partner for space camp as they have collared. Charlotte would have to be an affiliate (fan membership) or team member (influencer that gets the pr packages). She is NOT a PARTNER.

sorry if this is messy and doesn’t make much sense, I've got the flu right now so I’m extra moody and in rage mode, I spent months messing around with this shit. Although I knew early on they were fake because of the incest comments and hate towards Alahna, Madi and Laura. for my mains this is another reason why I put the distorted reality au (the realm) on hold because I’m still trying to wrap my head around this whole situation, it makes me sick the only reason I stayed pretending was for someone I thought was a friend but turned out to be a 28 year old pred… I will still write some oneshots here and their because I love writing!! but yeah. Also tagging @exposemermaid and @nickssidewitch because they have been my log book for these conversations might be able to back me up with some stuff.

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