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Something This Way Comes

Chapter Fourteen: My Godly Family Reminds Me of Gabe

As we skyrocketed up into the earth, all of my forced confidence fell away as it finally hit me what was happening. We’d wasted all of this time when I’d had the stupid thing all along! My mother, my cousins. I couldn’t get them out.

"How do you control these things?" Annabeth shouted as she tried to back away from the ceiling coming ever closer.

"I don't think you do!" I shouted back as I tried to trust in my stepmother. What belongs to the sea will always return to the sea. The others screamed as the bubbles slammed into the ceiling and…Darkness. We were going up, right through solid rock as easily as an air bubble in water.

I thought the bubbles would pop once we broke through the ocean floor, but they continued racing upwards until we hit the surface, popping with enough force to make minor waves rolling away from us.

We knocked a surfer off his board with an indignant, "Dude!" but he seemed okay so I didn’t focus on him.

I grabbed Grover and hauled him over to a life buoy, right before he started sinking. I caught Annabeth and dragged her over too. A curious shark was circling us, a great white about eleven feet long. I didn’t have the patience to be nice and simply snarled at it. The shark turned and raced away.

The surfer screamed something about bad mushrooms and paddled away from us as fast as he could.

Somehow, I knew what time it was: early morning, June 21, the day of the summer solstice.

In the distance, Los Angeles was on fire, plumes of smoke rising from neighborhoods all over the city. There had been an earthquake, all right. But at the moment, the Underworld’s anger wasn't my biggest problem.

“We have to get to shore,” I said as I glared out over the open water. I’d been tricked and boy if I wasn’t ready to let loose.

A Coast Guard boat picked us up, but I was too busy focusing on keeping my appearance human to think about much of our interaction. My insides were itchy like I was having an allergic reaction, my eyes probably blown wide my teeth too sharp. My own blood tasted salty on my tongue.

After reaching dry land, we stumbled down the beach, watching the city burn against a beautiful sunrise.

"I don't believe it," Annabeth said. "We went all that way—"

"It was a trick," I said. "A strategy worthy of Athena."

"Percy..." Annabeth said sharply, before releasing a breath. "I'm sorry about your mother. And Bianca and Nico…."

I pretended not to hear her. If I thought about them all, I would throw her the backpack and return to the underworld with nothing else to lose.

"The prophecy was right," I said. "You shall go west and face the god who has turned.' Someone stole Zeus's master bolt, and Hades's helm, and framed me because I'm Poseidon's kid. Poseidon will get blamed by both sides. By sundown today, if we don’t return the bolt and the helm, there will be a three-way war."

Grover shook his head, mystified. "But who would be that sneaky? Who would want war that bad?"

I stopped in my tracks, looking down the beach as sulfur and fresh blood wafted our way. I wasn’t sure if he would have the stones to face us. "Gee, let me think."

There he was, waiting for us, in his black leather duster and his sunglasses, an aluminum baseball bat propped on his shoulder. His motorcycle rumbled beside him, its headlight turning the sand red.

"Hey, kid," the god of war said, seeming genuinely pleased to see me. "You were supposed to die."

At first I wasn’t really sure what to do. His aura was pressing in around me despite how benign it was. Almost as if it was simply spreading around without his control.

“Why?” I wasn’t sure what came over me but all of a sudden I wasn’t angry anymore, I was tired and didn’t want to keep holding everything together anymore. “Why did you lie like a coward, hide like one behind this bag?” I threw it down in the sand. “Why all this baseless destruction?”

The god shrugged but his knuckles went white on from gripping the bat too hard. “Why not?” He swept his gaze over the city with a lazy head turn. “Us gods gotta getr with the times. War is turning away from honor and courage. It’s now only violence for the sake of violence. Someone attacks, others defend, everyone takes a side and nothing resolves until everyone is dead.”

“Is that really all it is now?” I feel the words slipping past my tongue before I can stop them, despite my teeth clamping together. “I thought you would know better, A-re.”

He full transformed this time to a warrior in full armor, the metal plating lined with dark red leather and heavy stitching as the metal laid over itself to create a tube of metal protecting him. The layers across his shoulders bent upwards to account for his arms holding onto his sword, with a very long and narrow blade and rounded shoulders which ended in hornlike lugs.

The old god raised an eyebrow at us.

Annabeth sucked in a breath.

Grover actually whimpered.

A-re grinned after a moment and started to look me over. “It’s been a long time since I had a child of old, but I do recognize the signs. For this and this alone, I will explain.” The backpack Ares gave them in Denver was enchanted. It is the master bolt's sheath. So, just as Riptide always finds its way back into my pocket, the master bolt would find its way into the backpack as soon as I made it into the underworld. “No offense, boy—” he cut himself off by turning back into his old (new?) form. His head shifted like he heard something, his face going slack.

“Sending the bolt to the Underworld wasn't your idea, was it?" The pieces of the universe that usually slipped away from me started coming back together into a new picture.

He snapped out of his daze to glare at me. "Of course it was!"

"You didn't order the theft," I guessed. "Someone else sent a hero to steal the two items. Then, when Zeus sent you to hunt him down, you caught the thief. But you didn't turn him over to Zeus. Something convinced you to let him go. You kept the items until another hero could come along and complete the delivery. That thing in the pit is ordering you around."

"I am the god of war! I take orders from no one! I don't have dreams!"

I hesitated. "Who said anything about dreams?"

He snapped his fingers, not bothering with pleasantries now that he was exposed. The sand exploded at his feet and out charged a wild boar. The beast pawed the sand, glaring at me with beady eyes as it lowered its razor-sharp tusks and waited for the command to kill.

I stepped into the surf. "Fight me yourself, Ares."

The rest of the fight was a blur. At some point I stopped caring if I was redirecting his swings with my claws or my sword. The mist was doing all the work anyway, right? Keeping everyone from seeing us? Who cared if his slashes glanced off the few times he was able to get close to my arms? I knew my mom always wanted me to hide from Their sight, to keep Them from finding out what I truly was. But today? With war coming in the morning with no end in sight?

On the cusp of my father’s domain, the cold of the water spraying at my feet, nothing could touch me. Not even the God of War himself.

It all ended when I got him in the surf, the current bending to my will as my anger pooled at my feet and started to churn thicker as ice chunks appeared. With the water reacting the way it was, it was easy to disorient him with a wave to the face. I bluffed a hit towards his side with my sword before swiping at his ankle as I dodged his counter-attack, my claws dragging across his Achillies. I would tell Annabeth later, she might enjoy the irony.

The roar that followed made the earthquake look like a minor event. The very sea was blasted back from the god, leaving a wet circle of sand fifty feet wide. Ichor, the golden blood of the gods, flowed from a gash in his boot.

A-re appeared again, the gold of his blood following the path of his sandaled feet. His roar quickly turned to laughter as he ripped one of the tassels off his shoulder to press to his wound, stepping further onto the sand to avoid the tide coming back in force. “Good fight, child. You are most certainly your father’s son.”

Before I could respond, his face darkened and he was again back in his other form but this time it was clear it wasn’t his choice. He sort of flickered, like an old movie skipping. Then the world turned dark, as if a cloud covered the sun, but worse. Light faded. Sound and color drained away. A cold, heavy presence passed over the beach, slowing time, dropping the temperature to freezing, and making me feel like life was hopeless, fighting was useless.

It was only a moment but I couldn’t stop the hiss that seeped through my teeth.

The war god looked stunned.

“Beware, Perseus Jackson," he whispered, though his voice boomed over the empty beach. “You may have old blood, but there are things even older than your father. And the more of the old world you try to bring back, the more that will find you.”

His body began to glow.

'''Percy!" Annabeth shouted. "Don't watch!"

I turned away before I could disintegrate into ashes.

The light died.

I looked back. The tide rolled out to reveal the Underworld’s bronze helm of darkness. I picked it up and walked toward my friends. I could already smell the leather and sulfur that came with the demon grandmothers all together, the kindly ones they’d been called.

The middle one, the one who had been Mrs. Dodds, stepped forward. Her fangs were bared, but for once she didn't look threatening. She looked amused as she took in my extended claws and bared teeth, right back at her. “You amuse me, demigod.”

I tossed her the helmet, which she caught with a smirk.

"Live well, Percy Jackson. Become a true hero. You are being watched by more than just the Gods, so please do continue to be interesting." Then she and her sisters rose on their bats' wings, fluttered into the smoke-filled sky, and disappeared.

I joined Grover and Annabeth, who were staring at me in amazement.

"Percy ..." Grover said. "That was so incredibly ..."

"Terrifying," said Annabeth.

"Cool!" Grover corrected.

I wanted to laugh at Grover’s excitement and tell Annabeth I was okay, but my mind couldn’t move from that moment before the war god disappeared. "Did you guys feel that... whatever it was?" I asked.

They both nodded uneasily.

"Must've been the Furies overhead," Grover said.

I looked at Annabeth, and an understanding passed between us. I knew now what was in that pit, what had spoken from the entrance of Tartarus.

I reclaimed my backpack from Grover and looked inside. The master bolt was still there. Such a small thing to almost cause World War III.

"We have to get back to New York," I said. "By tonight."

"That's impossible," Annabeth said, "unless we—"

"Fly," I agreed.

Flying was the worst experience of my life and I had lived with Smelly Gabe for years. With my stepfather, he was predictable in his violence and his drinking. It wasn’t hard to figure out his routines and patterns, when to avoid the apartment and when he would go ballistic if I wasn’t home.

But airplanes weren’t under my control or had patterns I could recognize or learn, only my uncle’s anger and his unpredicatability. Even when we hit the ground and were running away from the media, all I could think was that I was going to actually have to face the god who wanted me dead. And not for any real reason, just for existing.

When we got to the taxi stand, I put a hand on each of their shoulders and tried to look between them as a best I could. “We need to split up.”

Annabeth immediately opened her mouth to protest while Grover looked resigned.

“You have to get back to Camp Half-Blood and tell Chiron what happened, okay? They need to know so they can prepare for what’s coming.” If things went wrong, if the gods didn't believe me ... I wanted Annabeth and Grover to survive to tell Chiron the truth.

“You don’t get to just send us away now! We have to go with you!” For a moment I thought Annabeth was going to complain about me taking all the credit, but I shouldn’t have been surprised when she clenched her hands into fists. “Whose going to watch your back? Vouch for you? Grover can go back, talk to them.” She glared at me when I didn’t immediately jump on board. “You are such a…seaweed brain! You don’t have to do everything alone!”

“THIS! This I have to do alone.” I stepped away from them with a half smile, pressing my fingers inside my mouth to give a taxi whistle. “I’ll see you back at camp.”

Thirty minutes later, I walked into the lobby of the Empire State Building. It wasn’t hard to convince the security guard to let me through, all I had to do was show him the bolt. The hard part, the hard part of it all, was trying to rein in everything that would out me.

Mount Olympus smelled like a meadow full of wildflowers, a thousand different kind spread over the grass while the breeze carried them over to me.

Muzak played, "raindrops keep falling on my head...." from the still open elevator doors.

As I walked around, I found myself comparing the scenery to the Underworld’s Palace. Did my father create this place when he was king, mimicking the world he was forced away from? I would have to ask Annabeth about the architecture to get an idea of when it was from.

Steps led up to a central courtyard. Past that, the throne room.

Room really isn't the right word. The place made Grand Central Station look like a broom closet. Massive columns rose to a domed ceiling, which was gilded with moving constellations.

Twelve thrones, built for beings the size of Gods, were arranged in an inverted U, just like the cabins at Camp Half-Blood. An enormous fire crackled in the central hearth pit, but this time the little girl goddess wasn’t tending to it. The thrones were empty except for two at the end: the head throne on the right, and the one to its immediate left. I didn't have to be told who the two gods were that were sitting there, waiting for me to approach.

My uncle smelled of ozone, while his aura brushed over me like a mix between down feathers and the graze of claws. He wore a dark blue pinstriped suit. He sat on a simple throne of solid platinum. He had a well-trimmed beard, marbled gray and black like a storm cloud. His face was proud and handsome and grim, his eyes rainy gray.

I wonder what he thought, seeing me. If he saw his brother’s child or just a nuisance.

I turned my gaze away from him as I moved closer. The god sitting next to him was his brother, without a doubt, but he was dressed very differently. He reminded me of a beachcomber from Key West. He wore leather sandals, khaki Bermuda shorts, and a Tommy Bahama shirt with coconuts and parrots all over it.

He looked nothing like what I imagined my father to look like and it wasn;t hard to separate the two versions of him in my mind. This wasn’t him, but it was the god who my mom fell in love with. I approached the fisherman's throne and knelt at his feet. "My lord." I dared not look up. My heart was racing. I could feel the energy emanating from the two gods, the heavy currents of the sea whipping around a cyclone. I had interrupted an argument.

To my left, the King God spoke. "Should you not address the master of this house first, boy?"

I kept my head down, and waited.

"Peace, brother," the fisherman finally said. He was studying me, catching all of the ways I was different. My only hope was that his brother was too prideful to look at a demigod. "The boy defers to his father. This is only right."

They spoke back and forth, volleying arguments over me like mortals might pass a ball. I was simply an any beneath them. Hoping neither cared enough to step on me.

"Perseus," the fisherman said eventually. "Look at me."

When I did, I wasn’t sure what to think of him. He was clearly unsure what to do with me and that was fine. I didn’t know what to do with him either. Why was it so much easier with his wife? Was it because I wasn’t her husband’s bastard? Only her friends?

"Address Lord Zeus, boy," he told me. "Tell him your story."

I turned my head back to the King and began weaving one like Annabeth at a loom. She’d told me once that all of the Grey-Eyed Ones children knew how, with varying levels of skill, and it was one of the things she could do but didn’t really enjoy it.

This felt like that. Like I could tell him of traveling across the country and fighting Medusa, but I didn’t like twisting the truth of it. I could have told him the truth, all of it, but there were parts of my life I never wanted to fall under his domain. I cut the Di’Angelo’s out all together. No reason to draw attention to them if they were already found.

And when I got to the part about my fight with the War God…I paused.

“Speak, boy,” the King demanded.

“The God of War was waiting for us on the beach when we escaped. He said we were meant to die…that the pit was supposed to take us. I’ve been dreaming of it.” I described my dreams, and the feeling I'd had on the beach, that momentary breath of evil that had seemed to stop the world. “Ares was saying something but once it passed, he simply left. Like he was ordered.”

"You are accusing Hades, after all?" the King asked.

Are you saying that you think your own son would betray you for him? I wanted to ask, but I bit my tongue and took a breath. “No, Lord Zeus. It was the same thing I felt when I got close to that pit, outside of the Underworld’s Domain. That was the entrance to the below, wasn't it? Something powerful and evil is stirring down there...something even older than the gods."

“He’s stirring brother,” the fisherman said in Ancient Greek, speaking softly enough that I was able to understand him before he was speaking too quickly for me to keep up. I was better with the Olde Tongue anyway.

Again they volleyed back and forth until finally the King raised his hand in an immature way of silencing his brother. "We will speak of this no more," he said. "I must go personally to purify this thunderbolt in the waters of Lemnos, to remove the human taint from its metal." He rose and looked at me. His expression softened just a fraction of a degree. "You have done me a service, boy. Few heroes could have accomplished as much."

"I had help, sir," I said. "Grover Underwood and Annabeth Chase—"

"To show you my thanks, I shall spare your life. I do not trust you, Perseus Jackson. But for the sake of peace in the family, I shall let you live."

"Thank you, sir."

"Do not presume to fly again. Do not let me find you here when I return. Otherwise you shall taste this bolt. And it shall be your last sensation."

Thunder shook the palace. With a blinding flash of lightning, the King was gone.

I wasn’t sure what to say to the fisherman once his brother was gone, especially when he shrunk down to stand next to me in the form of a man. “It is best if we don’t speak for long, I am unsure how long I can hold this form in your presence.”

“But—” I flinched back at his raised eyebrow. “Of course, my lord.”

A faint smile played on his lips. "Obedience does not come naturally to you, does it?"

"No...sir."

"I must take some blame for that, I suppose. The sea does not like to be restrained." He chuckled lowly as he looked out of the throne room wistfully. "Your mother was stubborn too, always so wild. Not even the Underworld could hold her, she has now returned."

I almost collapsed in relief at having one piece of my family back, but his hands on my shoulder’s kept me steady.

"You will find her at home. My brother sent her when you recovered his helm. The Underworld always pays his debts." His eyes took on a little sadness when I just nodded, maybe hoping I would ask him to come with me. Even if it wasn’t possible. "When you return home, Percy, you must make an important choice. You will find a package waiting in your room."

"A package?"

"You will understand when you see it. No one can choose your path, Percy. You must decide."

I nodded slowly, still unsure of what he meant.

"Your mother is a queen among women," he said wistfully and his form flickered to that of a warrior, similar in style to the War God’s but lined in a dark blue almost black and something heavier and darker than bronze. "I had not met such a mortal woman in a thousand years. Still ... I am sorry you were born, child. My children always suffer more than others, and I never want you to feel that pain."

I wasn’t sure how to take that. Here was my true father, not some younger version of him, telling me he was sorry I was born. But he was also clearly upset at the thought of me suffering. “I’m a survuvor father. My mother raised me to be nothing less.”

He smiled and suddenly I could see where I got it from. His teeth were lined like a sharks, with blood crusted on a few of the tips. I smiled back and he laughed again. "You did well, Perseus. Do not misunderstand me. Whatever else you do, know that you are mine. You are a true son of mine." He placed his hands on my shoulders for a moment, pressing his forehead to mine, before he turned me away.

I didn’t have to look back to know he was gone.

I don’t remember how I got there, but I was suddenly in front of my mom's apartment door, ringing the doorbell, and there she was—my beautiful mother, smelling of peppermint and licorice, the weariness and worry evaporating from her face as soon as she saw me.

"Percy! Oh, thank goodness. Oh, my baby." She crushed the air right out of me.

We stood in the hallway as she cried and ran her hands through my hair.

“Your uncle brought me here this morning, sacred Gabe half out of his wits. One minute I was in the gardens and then Gabe was telling me you’re a wanted criminal! I wanted to watch the news, but he said I had a month's salary to make up and I’d better get started.”

I knew she was only telling me everything because she was so panicked and I wasn’t sure if I was glad she had or not. For one, I hate when she doesn’t tell me everything but my claws were now digging into my palms hard enough for blood to drip down to the floor. I held back my anger as I tried to explain what had happened since our fight with Pasiphae’s son.

She put a hand on my cheek when I got to Bianca and Nico, but before she could say anything, Gabe called out from the living room.

"Hey, Sally! That meat loaf done yet or what?"

She closed her eyes. "He isn't going to be happy to see you, Percy….just don't make him angrier, all right? Come on."

In the month I'd been gone, the apartment had turned into Gabeland. Garbage was ankle deep on the carpet. The sofa had been reupholstered in beer cans. Dirty socks and underwear hung off the lampshades.

Gabe and three of his big goony friends were playing poker at the table.

When Gabe saw me, his cigar dropped out of his mouth. His face got redder than lava. "You got nerve coming here, you little punk. I thought the police—"

"He's not a fugitive after all," my mom interjected. "Isn't that wonderful, Gabe?"

"Bad enough I had to give back your life insurance money, Sally," he growled as he slowly got to his feet and started stalking towards us. "Get me the phone. I'll call the cops."

"Gabe, no!"

He raised his eyebrows. "Did you just say 'no'? You think I'm gonna put up with this punk again? I can still press charges against him for ruining my Camaro.”

"But—"

He raised his hand, and my mother flinched.

My mind blanked. I blinked as my brain processed what that meant. Gabe had hit my mother. I didn't know when, or how much. But I was sure he'd done it. Maybe it had been going on for years, when I wasn't around.

He was on the floor underneath me with my claws to his neck. There was a part of me that knew I shouldn’t, the part that was human, but the rest of me screamed to tear out his throat with my teeth and hang his body to drain like a trophy in front of our door. A warning to the rest of the world that no one touched my mother.

“Percy!”

Gabe gurgled on the floor, his eyes blown wide, while his buddies sat there dumbfounded.

“Percy, put the knife down,” my mom whispered and suddenly my claws flickered into a kitchen knife, one of the ones my mom used for meat. Was this what they saw? “We’ll get your things.”

No matter what part of me was in control, the one thing I would never do is disobey my mom. I snarled down at the lump of shit on the floor, but stood quickly and stormed to my room. As soon as the door was closed, I asked. “How long?”

My mom was crying again, holding herself as she refused to look at me. “Does it matter?”

A package appeared on my bed. It was a battered cardboard box about the right size to fit a basketball. The address on the mailing slip was in my own handwriting:

The Gods

Mount Olympus

600th Floor,

Empire StateBuilding

New York, NY

With best wishes,

PERCY JACKSON

Over the top in black marker, in a man's clear, bold print, was the address of our apartment, and the words: RETURN TO SENDER.

And I knew I couldn’t be the one to do it. I had been fighting my own monsters for a month, learning to work with Annabeth and Grover and not just protect them but trust them to take care of themselves.

My mom saw the package too and even if she didn’t know what was inside, she knew me. Like I knew her. “You can't do this for me. You can't solve my problems. Not this"

"I can do it," I told my mom. "One look inside this box, and he'll never bother you again."

She glanced at the package, and seemed to understand immediately. "No, Percy," she said, stepping away. "You can't. I know you have been growing up but Gabe is human. I can’t ask you to cross that line, not for me."

"You deserve better than this, Mom! You don't need to protect me anymore by staying with Gabe. Let me get rid of him. I was ready to do it just now, but if you want it cleaner…"

“Percy,” she said. Her tone was normal, not even annoyed. And yet I knew I couldn’t be the one to kill him, not when my mother had suffered at his hands every day and made sure I was gone for ten months of the year.

I handed her the box, making sure she looked me in the eye before nodding. “I won’t. I’ll go back to Camp and I’ll train and make friends.”

"For the summer ... or forever?"

"I guess that depends."

We locked eyes, and I sensed that we had an agreement. We would see how things stood at the end of the summer.

She kissed my forehead. "You'll be a hero, Percy. You'll be the greatest of all."

Gabe seemed to have finally realized what was happening and lumbered over to my room, his buddies following as a pathetic form of backup. “The police are on their way boy, I suggest you get if you want to stay out of the slammer.”

“He’s going, Gabe,” my mom whispered and pushed me towards the door. “He won’t be coming back here.”

“Good riddance.” He laughed and followed me towards the front door. I thought he was going to say something to me, but instead his grin turned as mean as when he used to pull out the belt. "Hey, Sally," he yelled over his shoulder. "What about that meatloaf, huh?"

I made eye contact with her as she stepped into the hallway. A steely look of anger flared in my mother's eyes, and I thought maybe I was leaving her in good hands after all. Her own.

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readbooksandfallinlove · 2 years ago

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Writing Friday | Der Surfer | August Geschichte

Neue Geschichte! #WritingFriday | Der Surfer | August Geschichte

Hallo Schreiberlinge Willkommen zurück zum Writing Friday! Vielen Dank für all die tollen Bianca Geschichten – ich bin gespannt mehr von euch zu lesen! Gerne weise ich euch kurz auf folgende Dinge hin: Die aktuellen Beiträge werdet ihr laufend in der Unterkategorie Writing Friday 2023 finden Die Teilnehmerliste ist in eine Übersicht gepackt – diese wird laufend angepasst und ihr könnt euch…

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lunapaper · 2 years ago

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Gotta admit, if I saw someone carrying a spooky goth doll around Melbourne, I probably wouldn’t even flinch ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯

A slumbering rock ballad with a sinister edge, Maple Glider turns her ode to predatory relationships and consent into B-movie brilliance in her new clip for ‘Don’t Kiss Me.’

‘Sometimes my own body/Doesn’t feel like my body/But definitely don’t kiss me,’ sings Tori Zietsch as she siccs Wanda the doll on her enemies, including a loser ex, a boxer girl supervillain, a wannabe surfer dude and a maniacal hairdresser, before ultimately absorbing her pink laser powers.

As she explains about the track (via Stereogum):

‘I didn’t think much of this song when I wrote it. I had a terrible recording of it on my voice memos where I wailed out of key, and it got buried somewhere in there for two years or so before I uncovered it again. I felt so connected and ready for it when I found it again that I started playing it regularly at shows. It’s a song about consent, and the experience of being predated on by older men as a girl/young woman. I think many of us are aware of that strong urge to say “fuck off” and be left to our own.’

She adds about the clip:

‘The basis of the storyline is that I am trying to get out of the city to get some time alone, and anyone who gets in my way is LASERED by Wanda the doll. I imagined the whole clip as a comic book, and thought it would be cool to never really define who the villains are. In the end, my nemeses all come back as zombies, and I must learn the power of laser beam myself to truly end them and to find peace in my alone-ness.

I liked the feeling of playing a powerful character, especially to this song, which has felt quite empowering to write and to perform. It felt like I was kind of conquering little fears I have surrounding it through humour and play.’

I hope we see more guerrilla filmmaking like this in Melbourne, tbh… ⊂◉‿◉��

- Bianca B.

#music #maple glider #don't kiss me #new #reviews #Bianca B

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jaymsramirezphotography · 6 years ago

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I photographed perfect Mavericks this morning w/ a group of chargers!!!!! Men and women!!

20-25 ft.....!! 🙏🏽

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dippedanddripped · 2 years ago

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Vans Vault x Bianca Chandôn

#Vans Vault x Bianca Chandôn #surfer brands #surfwear brands #streetwear blog #streetwear collaborations

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whispersinthedawn · 2 years ago

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Fic Masterlist

Lie to Me (Apollo x Percy)

Summary: Percy's got a lot going on: a new apartment, a new job, a new editor for her manuscript, a new ... boyfriend? Can't forget the new army Hazel's been cooking up in New Rome. Oh, and her Dad wants her to get married, preferably to someone immortal, because he just loves her that much.

Apollo ... isn't really into marriage, or that much into Percy, or at all into doing Poseidon's bidding. But he is into revenge. And safety. And maybe into overthrowing Zeus. He's just grateful he's a good liar.

How else is he meant to pretend he loves Percy for the rest of his life?

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

The Last of a Dying Breed (Apollo x Percy)

Summary: “You do not go on quests, Percy,” Apollo told her flatly. “You assign them. You're the one they come to when they need to embark on a perilous journey.”

“I send them to their deaths, you mean,” Percy snapped.

“If that's what lies in their fate,” was the callous answer.

Percy Jackson grows up during World War II, takes up the mantle of the Oracle of Delphi in a desperate bid to save her fellow demigods – and then watches all her siblings die one by one due to a prophecy she made.

Bianca di Angelo just wants to know why she cannot remember anything except the face of the Oracle sleeping in the attic of the Big House. And why Annabeth insists that Bianca is the hero they need to find Zeus’s stolen lightning bolt.

Preferably before they start World War III.

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Memory in a Mural (Apollo x Percy)

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Summary: Percy never thought he'd say this, but he felt a smidgeon of sympathy for a Titan. If hindsight was 20-20, then there was no way that Epimetheus, with his shoddy vision, ever walked anywhere without crashing into innumerable walls.

For Percy, after all, the clues had been as obvious as a trail of breadcrumbs.

But it still took Daedalus showing Percy, not Icarus, the marvellous mechanical wings the inventor had devised to escape the Labyrinth, for the demigod to notice the arrow speeding straight for his face.

Being stuck here, not in a dream, but in someone else's body, was the wall that Percy had crashed into and brought down on himself.

Percy had landed in the past – and he had no one but himself to blame.

Part 1, Part 2

Concealed in the Coriolis (Apollo x Percy)

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Blurb: “I just want to have a baby with you,” Coronis screamed at the sky. “Is that so much to ask for?”

Apollon winced audibly behind her. Bedding a beautiful woman was never a hardship. It was just ...

“We need to have Asclepius,” Coronis said, eyes bright with the fervour of a zealot. “A temple to him in every town, where anyone who needs healing can receive it. A system of medicine that will last for millennia. The skill to heal even death!”

And then she pointed a hand up at the blazing Sun overhead. “And a caesarean! You need to cut Asclepius out in the first such surgery.” “After I’m dead,” she amended after a moment before brightening. “Though I’ll live again in the wonderful world he’ll build, so that’s fine.”

Yes, Apollon would have bedded Princess Coronis in a heartbeat. If only she hadn’t opened her mouth!

Or, Percy Jackson never expected to end up in the body of a princess from ancient Greece. Especially not this princess. But as a child born in a hospital from a caesarean, he knows his duty. Lie on his back and think of his mom. No, not that way.

If only Apollo would get with the plan!

Part 2, Part 3, Part 6, Part 7, Part 14, Part 17

Dionysus Presents: The Gods of Olympus

Summary: Where Apollo picks on Dionysus because how come someone other than him is the one allowed to live full-time at his new Delphi? And Dionysus decides to ruin Apollo's life by making a tell-all, ridiculous show about the Gods.

Starring: Apollo the Instrument Shop owner, Zeus the Pilot, Hades the Crystal Connoisseur, Poseidon as That One Surfer Dude Who Thinks He Can Fish, Ariadne the Apple of the Director's Eye (or should it be grape?), and other sundry gods Dionysus is sure will get on his wrong side someday.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

The Sand on your Shores (Apollo x Percy)

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Summary: “Percy Jackson?" Apollon queried haughtily.

The sole human of the trio looked over insouciantly. “Yeah?”

Apollon pursed his lips, inordinately irritated at being ignored by the other two. No creature with the scales of the sea or with the glow of divinity should ever ignore him, even if he was currently mortal.

“You have been granted the great privilege of my services,” Apollon gritted out.

“Which one?” the monstrous son of Poseidon inquired.

Apollon glared in silent inquiry.

“Which Percy Jackson are you meant to serve?” the monster clarified.

Apollon blinked, abruptly shaken out of his terrified fury. “There's more than one?”

“You see,” the demigod explained with the air of one who knew he was about to ruin a person's day, “We're all Percy Jackson. Every single one of us.”

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Drowning on Dry Land (Apollo x Percy)

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Summary: For a fleeting second, Apollo imagined that he was in one of his gilded marble temples. This was just another petitioner come crawling on their knees for a miracle from the great Apollo. Then the second passed. The walls were the impersonal, antiseptic white of the Apollo Teaching Hospital, not the carved marble of a Roman temple. At his side wasn’t a stone altar but a creaky metal examination table on the verge of collapse. And he wasn’t the Olympian god Apollo but the grandson of Koios, the Titan Lord of the North, eking out his survival by virtue of his mother’s tears and his grandfathers’ forbearance. “Ms Percy Jackson.” Apollo addressed the eighteen-year-old. “As often as you visit, I’m starting to think you just want to see me.” Kronos won the war before the Olympians even knew there was one. Stripped of most of his domains and stuck performing menial tasks for the Titans' entertainment, Apollo is desperate for any change. And then he finds a demigod he just knows will be important.

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Fluttering Fireflies (Apollo x Percy)

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Summary: Percy stared at Apollo, flummoxed. “I told you that accepting anything from you because you have a crush on me would be taking advantage of you. So you decided you wanted to marry me instead?”

“Yes,” Apollo stated.

Percy ran a hand through his hair, before he turned a beseeching look at his father. But Poseidon just offered him a proud smile.

And why not? The god had just arranged the marriage of his youngest child with an Olympian who had fallen for Percy like a rock off the peak of Mount Everest.

Percy threw up his hands in the air. “I … am done. Just done.” Done wondering just when he’d entered an alternate dimension where Poseidon took pleasure in betrothing Percy.

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Between the Heavens and the Embers

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Summary: Percy was an eagle. Without wings or claws, Percy had somehow become an eagle. "Focus." “I,” she began haltingly. “I was …” trying to avoid sleep, “trying to detect any pursuers. When my hearing sharpened. And I could suddenly overhear … birds.” The rustle of feathers, the flutter of leaves, the whistle of the wind through the slats, and the screeching of the train wheels on the rails. The metronome beating a steady, artificial rhythm where Apollo’s heart should have been. “I can hear things,” she finished pathetically. “In moments of terrible stress,” Apollo glanced around their banal surroundings and amended, “or moments of great paranoia, demigods are liable to direct their untapped potential into cultivating their senses for a power-up. You’re transitioning – from human to something more … demigodly. You’re literally growing more sensory receptors. But your brain–” Apollo shrugged as if the state of her pitifully mortal brain matter was a foregone conclusion. “Brains are delicate. Elastic, but given to self-preservation. It’ll be a long time if ever until you adapt to your senses.”

Long enough that she might die because of those senses.

Part 1

Ocean of Storms (Apollo x Percy)

Apollo is many things - the premier mage of light on Earth, the director of the Association of Medicine, the son of the ruler of most of the known Universe. He's also, more recently

The killer of his great Uncle, one of the titans of the Titans Corporation.

Exiled from Earth

Stuck on Pan, a watery exoplanet in the Andromeda Galaxy

Falling in love with a smuggler, provider of home-made health supplements, and quite possibly someone who sparks storms across the planet when she's upset

About to get into a fight with the Titans so he can get his exile rescinded and return to Earth.

It's been a busy couple of weeks.

Part 1, 2

My world's gone upside down

A Cornucopia of Surprises (Apollo x Percy)

Summary: A god for a boyfriend brings along a lot of perks: fast transportation, a warm body to leech heat off, and the certainty that this was one guy who was never going to die on her. Sure, Apollo had his issues - chief among them an incomprehensible distaste for Taylor Swift.

But that was no reason to turn Percy into a horror from the deep seas just because she sang a few too many lyrics! (And no, mermaids weren't cute. They couldn't breathe above water, after all.)

Part 1, Part 2

Stuck in your Head (Apollo x Percy, Percy x Annabeth)

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Summary: Chaos tries to send Persia Jackson into the past because she'd like a few more followers, thank you. The Fates drag her into Perseus's Jackson's world to regurgitate her life story because they'd rather not get wiped from existence, thank you. And Percy? Well, Percy doesn't think reading about the life and times of his alternate is going to prove very useful when the gods have never learnt of a loss they can't change.

Rachel ... thinks the boy in her dreams is creepy. Just not creepier than the guy promising to return her to her home if she only does him a teeny-tiny favour and helps him kill Daedalus before Kronos can possess an automaton.

The gods have also never heard of patience or waiting until they have the whole story, after all.

Part 1

House of Memories

Posted on AO3

Tyche really might be into him, Apollo realised as he looked at the arm-length splinter buried into the ground just a couple inches from his foot.

Then he dismissed the notion.

More like, Eris had the hots for him, really, but he was just too good to fall for her machinations.

‘More like, you've already been through this day before,’ an alarmingly familiar voice snapped inside Apollo's mind. ‘This day, this decade, and even this century!’

‘Or more like,’ Apollo’s voice continued, undeterred, ‘I have gone through this century before.’

Yes, his manifestation had clearly undergone some terrible trauma before Apollo had summoned it back if it was labouring under the impression it had time-travelled.

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cbssurfer · 8 years ago

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We could be like Romeo and Juliet

Nico was enjoying a typical night doing your average burnt out high schooler stuff. Bianca was out with her girlfriend and his dad was getting ready for his date. Nice swore if he barged into his room again and interrupted anime time just to ask Nico’s thoughts on his outfit - he was going to scream. And then throw his laptop at him.

Nice was curled up under his covers watching the latest newest season of his favourite show, mumbling nonsense to himself. Will had been supposed to come over to hang out, but he’d forgotten he’d promised to babysit for his neighbour. It was just like him to be the type to talk to the neighbours, rather than uncomfortably nodding to them when necessary as Nico did.

Knock. Knock.

“Nico?” Nico glowered over in the direction of the door; head still safely tucked under the covers. “I’m heading out now. Do you think I look okay?”

Nico groaned exasperatedly, moving the covers just enough to peek out of them. “You looked fine 10 outfits ago.” he hissed. At this Hades shot him an uncertain frown. Nico, fearing another imminent outfit change quickly tacked on “The flower print is a nice touch… Now BEGONE!”

Hades smiled, running a hand down his lily print waistcoat. “It matches the flowers I bought her.” Reaching into his pocket he pulled out two crumpled looking coupons. “Here. I already ordered the pizza for you and Will, so just use these coupons.” Placing the coupons on the side table, he looked over to his son and warned “Don’t have too much fun.” With that parting shot, he left. Apparently forgetting that Nico had already told him Will wasn’t coming tonight.

Why was he always like this when he had a date with Persephone?

Clambering off the bed Nico picked up the wrinkled coupons. They were coupons to two separate pizza restaurants.

“Dammit, dad!"

...

Nico was halfway through the last episode when he heard a knocking at the door. Nico made his way to the front door and peered out of the peephole. It was a Domino’s delivery guy.

He opened the door quickly, hoping to get rid of the guy before his second (unnecessary and unwanted) order arrived. “Pizza …”

The guy seemed a few years older than him, with a few inches in height and a lot more muscle tone. He was cute, in a surfer boy kind of way, and if Nico didn’t have Will he knew he’d have been flustered by having the guy at his door. As it stood he was way more into blonds.

Domino’s guy (his name tag reads Percy, don’t be rude, Nico heard Bianca’s voice chide him in his head) gave the teen an easy smile, beginning to take the pizza out of its bag. “Yup, Pizza. That’s “$15.83”

“Great, here. No wait, I have this coup-“Nico was about to pull out his coupon when all of a sudden a car parked onto the curb in front of the house. Please no. This was going to be so awkward.

The Pizza Hut delivery man climbed out of his car, pulling out his pizza bag in one smooth motion. A distant part of Nico's brain acknowledged that this one was blond. Finally noticing Nico’s long silence, Percy looked over his shoulder, raising a curious eyebrow at the sight of the newcomer. The Pizza Hut guy seemed a few years older than Percy, slightly taller and somehow more toned. What the hell is up with all the delivery guys being unfairly attractive and fit? Why were they never this hot when Nico didn’t have a boyfriend? A wonderful kind caring boyfriend who Nico was extremely grateful for... but still.

The new guy – Luke, from what Nico could see of his name tag – slowed his steps as he approached the doorway. Percy’s eyebrow raised to join his other eyebrow, and Nico was momentarily distracted by how bright his sea-green eyes were. So not fair!

Luke finally made it to the doorway, stopping beside Percy and looking down at them both with a raised brow of his own. Nico found himself turning red. He had a thick pale car that ran from the bottom of his eye down to his chin which Nico felt made him look a lot more dangerous (and striking) than anyone delivering pizzas had any right to be.

Yup this was awkward. Nico was sure he’d said that out loud, but no one responded. Percy was too busy giving Luke a slow once-over, a smirk slowly creeping up his face.

“Well, hey there.” Percy purred, smirk widening at Luke’s pinched expression.

“$16,” Luke informed Nico, holding out the pizza in his hands.

“Y’know.” Percy continued, rocking back on his heels. “This could be like Romeo and Juliet. Only gayer, and minus the unnecessary dying part.”

Nico took the Pizza from Luke and put both Pizzas inside on the floor so he could pay. He wasn’t always the best at judging these things, but he was sure Luke was holding back a smile. He looked a little like Bianca did when she bit the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from smiling.

“I think I’ll pass…” Luke drawled, briefly glancing down at Percy’s name tag. “Percy”.

“You sure? You look like an enemies to lovers kind of guy” At Luke’s glare Percy held out his hand up in surrender. Luke just continued to glare at the hand as if it had insulted him by merely existing.

“Hey c’mon, no offence. Why can’t we be friends?” Nico could see Percy’s brighten as an idea took hold in his brain before he brought his hand down to his heart, beginning to sing. “Why can’t we be friends? Why can’t we be friends?”

At that Luke began to laugh in disbelief, looking away. Nico was sure it was to hide a smile at the other’s antics.

Nico snickered himself as Percy continued to poorly serenade Luke. Taking pity on the blond Nico called attention back to himself by holding out his coupons and the necessary cash. “Here.”

Both men gave their thanks and wished him a good night. Luke playfully saluted Nico asking if he was running them off before another delivery arrived. Nico couldn’t help but roll his eyes, but he found himself smiling as he closed the door. Still a little curious, Nico found himself once again peeking through the peephole. Percy appeared to have stopped his singing and was lingering next to Luke’s car. He found himself snorting before grabbing his pizzas and heading back upstairs. He was excited to finish his show, but first, he wanted to call Will and tell him all about what had just transpired.

…

It wouldn’t be until a few week’s later that Nico saw the two again. He was casually waiting outside the café where Will worked when he saw them. It took a moment to recognise them since they were in their regular clothes. But there they were. Holding hands and laughing about something.

They looked happy.

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