#who is the referee O.o

[artemisbarnowl]

We hired short term casuals for our last tour and i loved all my babies immensely (3/4 were literal under 20yo babies) and now the eldest (not important but a helpful differentiator) is being offered a short term contract with us and she listed ME as a referee?? I was not technicallyher boss, but i did train and mind and coordinate her for her time with us. This is exciting and im pleased for her, also it feels very O.o to be a professional referee for someone who isnt actually reporting to you. But girl you gotta ASK your referees if theyre cool with it first. I cant message her to admonish or she'll know. I will admonish when she gets the job.

[realmadridfamily]

I'm worried about Vinicius' behavior. What do you think? i love your opinions.

To be honest, I'm not worried, although I have to admit that he annoys me sometimes :) Anyway, doesn't he remind you of someone? This is the same ambition that we saw with Cristiano :) Vini is strong, but he is still a young boy with a lot to learn. Of course, if he was a pretty boy, and above all a Spanish boy, it wouldn't be a problem :P Is he hurting someone? NO. He's the one they're hurting, so he fights in his own way, but people don't see that. Why is he appreciated in the Champions League but not in La Liga? Why, for example, Liverpool fans described him as a great player, but in Spain football fans call him a monkey? Why is Vini a different person in two different football competitions? First of all - referees who are ridiculous in Spain and most of them should change their profession because they can't protect the player. The second thing is culture and the problem with racism. It's incredible that in Spain, having so much evidence of racism, they can't deal with it and punish the guilty. This is hiding the problem and allowing people to do such distasteful things. An example is a fan from Mallorca who admitted that he called him a monkey, but appreciates him. Seriously man? O.o My mother would kill me if I offended another human being in this way, but apparently I was taught other values. Vini is no longer the teenager that most people made fun of and that is a problem for them because life has shown that he is a great player after all. They insult him, provoke him, laugh at him … and then they are surprised that the boy defends himself :) Sorry, but would they stand if someone insulted them? I don't think so! Let him play like in the Champions League or World Cup and he won't behave like he does. Easy. But not in Spain. First they had Cristiano, now they have Vinicius Jr. His sometimes irritating behavior doesn't come out of nowhere, but people don't want to see that by making him a guilty. But he is not guilty, so I will always defend him.

[jflashandclash]

Time frame: Several months after the last short, After Sea of Monsters and before Titan’s curse.

 Big Boy Conversations

Story VI

             “Kronos has been waiting thousands of years. He can wait another decade.” The witch boy glowered.

“No—Camp Half-Blood now knows,” said the servant of the Titan Lord. “We need to find another way to accelerate his rise.”

                                                                  -Overheard in the Captain’s Quarters                                                  

           For the first time in what felt like years, Luke had a full night’s rest. These days were becoming rare: days when his thoughts were his own. No shrieks of Kronos. No passive mutterings about the bitterness of existence (other than his own bitter mutterings). No hisses about how weak Luke was—a demigod, pathetic for needing to sleep, for needing to eat, for needing to do anything other than the mission, for caring for his old friends for—

         The tip of Axel’s sword would have slashed across Luke’s chest guard had he not pivoted backwards.

         Luke tried to shake the whispers from his thoughts. Those weren’t useful when sword fighting. Kronos wasn’t in his head right now. The last thing Luke wanted was Kronos’ internal cheerleading when the Titan wasn’t around.

         Especially when it meant that Luke would lose his sword.

         The motion was so quick that Luke didn’t have a chance to disengage. He’d gone to lunge for Axel, only to have Axel arch his blade, locking Luke’s, and disarming him.

         There was a pause.

         Luke’s sword clattered onto the deck.

         For such a short moment that Luke wasn’t sure if he’d imagined it, Flynn paused in drilling the younger recruits to scrutinize them.

         Then she was barking orders again.

         Axel froze.

         The jaguar boy’s tufted ears tucked low to his hairline. His golden eyes went wide, flicking—as Luke learned they often did—to figure out where his little brother was before returning to Luke. (His little brother was sparring with Mercedes.) He kept his sword in a defensive stance, the tip shuddering, like he feared Luke would blast him off the ship with some hidden Sith Lord power.

         Fear, Luke realized. Kronos would have been thrilled that Axel’s reaction to winning a bout was fear. Axel may have won this, but he still knew his place.

         It made Luke feel sick. This soldier would fight alongside him in Kronos’ honor guard. Or…. Or they would protect Luke himself, depending on how the Titan Lord chose to reform. Luke chewed his lip. Would Luke be himself anymore if that happened? If Kronos took over his body? That sense of nausea twisted his stomach tighter.

         Either way, he should have been excited, if not proud, that Axel had bested him.

         The sight of Axel’s fear made him sick for another reason. It reminded Luke of his nightmares about Thalia’s eyes, wide and brimmed with horror upon seeing him. That was the last thing he wanted from her.[1] Those nightmares, like Kronos’ cheerfulness, were distractions while training.

         Luke gave Axel a smile, hoping it didn’t twitch. “Nice disarm, dude,” he cheered. Sometimes, he forgot how to make his voice sound encouraging.

         Several people had stopped at the sound of his sword. When Luke laughed, picked up an iced towel from a bowl filled with them, and threw it directly into Axel’s face, everyone relaxed.

         Pax—Axel’s fluttery, excitable little brother—braced to run to Axel, probably to tackle hug him. As soon as he exposed his back, Flynn rolled her eyes. She made a hand motion and Mercedes��Pax’s partner—immediately tackled the tinier boy to the deck.

         Luke picked up an ice towel for himself and wrapped it around his shoulders. “You’re improving fast,” he said.

         Axel tossed his sword onto a designated weapons mat. Sweat soaked the loose strands of his bun to the back of his neck. When he and Pax trained, they rejected dirtying shirts unnecessarily. This definitely distracted most of the girls, some of the boys, and quite a few monsters.

         “Thanks,” Axel said. He wiped his chest down with his towel. From what Luke had heard, Pax and Axel did a separate training regiment to maintain their skills as acrobats. It showed on their muscle tones, and Luke wondered, passively, if they’d let him join. Or if Kronos would let him. The Titan Lord might consider it a waste of time.

         “Axel, what are you doing for the rest of today?” Luke asked. He glanced around the deck. Everywhere you looked, demigods were attacking dummies, practicing with monsters, playing in the pool, or shoving at each other. Jack provided background music with an acoustic guitar.  

         Nearby, Lucille, a friendly daughter of Aphrodite, helped their youngest pledge pick up her first sword. Charlene, or Charlie as everyone called her, was five years old. Everyone loved her, including the monsters. While her mother, Ethel (though everyone called her Echidna), was cold and distant, Charlie was outgoing and feisty. She’d be a strong warrior one day, and—from the amount that she could already shock others—a powerful child of Zeus and granddaughter of Summanus.

         Too young for the prophecy, the voice of Kronos cooed inside of him.

         Luke shook his head.

         He wanted to be excited that Charlie was picking up her first sword and being taught by her step-momma. He didn’t want to be excited that Charlie could one day slay a sea cow to rule the cosmos. No wonder Zeus rebelled against Kronos if he wanted to give those kind of bedtime stories.

         This was one of their days off. After practice, everyone would have free time. Morpheus had lulled Kronos’ sarcophagus essence into a daze, claiming it was good for his regeneration and Luke’s sanity. These days were becoming rare. Normally, Luke would take Jack to the Monster Mash club to throw back a few beers, but they were on the wrong coast for that. Feeling the warmth of the breeze, he realized they were probably along the wrong continent.

         Axel looked uncertain. He picked up one of the water jugs that Ethel and Charlie had set out for the training troops. He nodded his thanks to Ethel. She leaned stiffly against the pool railing and scowled at the ground by Axel’s feet. Axel had, gently, been encouraging her to make eye contact with men without electrocuting them.

         “Um, we’d have to ask Jack,” Axel said. Luke shook his head. You asked Axel if he had free time.

         Jack scrambled over alongside them, playing a short, mysterious tune like a theme for his arrival. Whenever Flynn was busy, Jack hovered around Axel and Pax to scold them or give them encouragement, like “a proper father.” Luke had originally assumed Jack would forget this whole parenting thing within a few months, lost to another one of his crazy ideas. With the continuous doting, Luke now wondered if Jack and Lucille would start an Adopt-a-Demigod club. Most of the demigods aboard had such fucked up histories; a Big Brother and Sister program to mentor tiny demigods would actually be a good idea. He shuddered to think of Jack enacting it.  Jack would add Adopt-a-Demigod family hour before the morning Demigod-Monster meditation sessions.

         “Yes?” Jack sang. He almost his balance as he leaned backwards with his acoustic guitar as though it were electric.

         Luke balanced him, smirking.

         “Do we have music practice today?” Axel asked.

         “Band practice,” Jack corrected, his broad smile exuding excitement. He set his guitar to the side. “We’re another month, a keyboardist, and band name away from our first concert, Mr. Guitarist.”

         He went to ruffle Axel between his tufted ears, but Axel swatted his hand away. The boy tried to look annoyed. Those ears gave him away, perked up and alert. “You’re not my dad. And, if you were, you couldn’t be both my dad and the lead singer of our rock band.”

         “I can and I will,” Jack said, “I’ll be the coolest dad in history.”

         His incessant cheeriness and attention had been wearing Axel’s moopiness down over the last few months. Jack’s attitude also helped Luke when doom and gloom of everything got to him.  

         Maybe this was why Axel and Pax worked so well with Jack. It gave him two toys that had to follow through on all of his crazed ideas. Sometimes, they were even excited about the odd plans. It definitely made Luke and Flynn’s lives easier.

         “Yes to band practice. You won’t become the best guitarist in mythological history without practice!” Jack said.

         In his peripheral vision, Luke could see Lou Ellen steal Mercedes’ nose. Well, he guessed Lou Ellen was trying to steal Mercedes’ nose. The young witch came away with Mercedes’ chin instead. Alabaster was still working on her precision.

         In this chaos, Pax managed to crawl out and scurry over. He tackle-hugged Jack. Although Jack towered over him in height, the younger boy almost plowed him over. “Do I get to play the drums again?”

         “Yep,” Jack said. He struggled to lift Pax. Axel sighed, reached subtly for his little brother’s foot, and helped lift Pax into the air. The motion was so slight that Jack probably thought he’d managed on his own.

         “Do I get to practice rap-screaming?!” Pax asked.

         “Only if you take the proper precautions to protect your vocal cords. We need a screamer, and I don’t have the right set of vocal cords for—”

         A spear lodged into the deck between Jack’s feet. He shrieked, dropping Pax. Pax and Axel found their footing easily. Jack almost fell over.

         A tall boy with black armor and grey underclothing walked over, jerking the spear from the ground casually. “Sorry,” Alabaster said, “Someone had a bad throw.”

         For a split second, his glittering green eyes narrowed at Luke. Luke would bet that one of Hecate’s brats had been aiming directly at him, likely under Alabaster’s orders.

         “Work on your family’s aim, Torrington. I expect perfection with all of your boasting,” Luke growled.

         A new recruit nearby giggled, “Draco should learn some honing spells.”

         Alabaster was already walking back towards his siblings, like he hadn’t heard.

         “Witch Boy gives me the creeps sometimes,” Jack said, dusting himself off.  

         Luke would never admit to it, since he knew Alabaster would enjoy any show of weakness or fear from him, but Luke often worried Alabaster had little voodoo dolls of everyone aboard the ship. He understood Jack’s feelings.

         “He’s not bad once you spend some time with him,” Axel said.

         “Or maybe he’s just had time to bewitch you two,” Jack said. The grin returned to his face.

         At some point during the altercation, Pax dove behind Axel. He poked his head past one of Axel’s arms, intently watching Alabaster return the spear to an empousa. The lovely girl with the donkey foot winked at Luke. She giggled to Lou Ellen, who was now limping. Mercedes must have taken her chin back from the little witch and given her a warning of what would happen next time she took it.

Lout Ellen stuck her tongue out at them.

         Jack reached around to pinch Pax’s ear. “The Witch Boy has definitely bewitched one of you. Or was it Lou Ellen that did that?”

         Luke was so intent on keeping his troops trained, setting up everything for the rise of the Titans, and keeping up with the goings in New Rome and Camp Half-Blood, he often forgot how much drama and gossip happened on the ship. With the thought of Thalia turning back from a tree, he couldn’t get himself to talk to anyone about their crushes. Jack just… prattled about Flynn. But, it was nice to hear Jack talk. Maybe he should have paid more attention to the politics aboard the ship, if it meant the Witch Boy was gaining more loyalty.

         Pax went bright red. “No!” he cried too fast. “I just—I think he and Lou Ellen are cool.” When Pax noticed Luke’s gaze, he tucked completely behind his brother’s back, mumbling an apology in what sounded like Spanish.

         There was that fear again. Luke’s gut twisted to realize that Pax hid when Luke raised his voice against Alabaster.  

         That’s not what Luke wanted right now.

         Luke gave them a calming smile. “Hey, Jack and I were going to dock and hang out on the cliffs later tonight. Wanna come?”

         “I would need to find a babysitter for Ajax,” Axel said, reaching behind his shoulder to pinch Pax’s ear.

         “I can’t come?” Pax’s question sounded disembodied. He’d completely vanished behind Axel’s torso. Luke had to wonder if one of their acrobatic practices was pretending to move as one person since Pax could vanish whenever he wanted.

         “Nope. We’ll bring you when you’re older. We need to have big boy conversations,” Jack said.

         That brought Pax from around Axel’s back. “Could I play Mortal Kombat with Matthias?! Or watch TV?! Or—or—” His voice dropped to a hopeful whisper, his cheeks rouging again. “Do you think Alabaster would let me help in the lab?”

         Jack raised a mischievous eyebrow. “We can make Alabaster let you in the lab.”

         As they decided Pax’s fate for the night, Luke thought over Jack’s understatement: “big boy conversations.” What Luke needed was a set of people he could trust, ones that wouldn’t gossip and would do anything for him, even if that meant killing him for his own good.

        Yea. Big boy conversation.

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Sorry for the delay! I hope you enjoyed regardless, and as always, thank you for reading! :D I should have part two/the final part of this short out next week!

  [1] Mel Betanote, “You reap what you sow, a little bit literally considering your god weapon.”

[hxhhunterxhunter]

Onii-Chan (X child reader)

⭐️Chapter 16: First to the Top wins💧

Y/n gripped onto Hisoka's hand as they continued to walk together, heading to their next destination, Heaven's Arena. After about a day of travelling they found themselves there.

Getting signed in Y/n sat down and watched as the other people were going through their matches, Y/n watched as she saw people going up floors.

"I wanna fight and get headpats." She huffed, when Hisoka heard he laughed a bit at Y/n's sentence.

As the female heard herself being called up she placed Foxy down, next to Mr Oinks and went down to the Arena.

Y/n hummed to herself as she skipped over to the mini arena that was on the bottom floor of Heaven's Arena. She stood in the middle with some other child, who was trying to reach the top, He had black hair, and his hair was covering one of his eyes that were bright vibrate Green, in the back it seemed to be a few people were cheering on him, teenagers, guessing they forced the Child to do this.

The kid stood ready, shaking slightly from fear, but he still seemed confident in beating her, he came close to the female. As he tried to kick the small 5 year old down, She stepped out the way and instantly was behind the kid, she used her finger and flicked the back of his head.

"Flick!" She said softly to the male as he was flicked across the room and into the wall, making a dent into it. The audience of participants either pitied the boy or stared shocked at the female, who was thinking to herself. 'I didn't even use my nen that much...aww man I wanted to show off to Hiso-chan and get headpats...'

"Oh Y/n, you were here before, last year correct?" The small girl looked at the referee and nodded her head slightly, she went here with Illumi and Hisoka before.

"You should head up to the 200th floor, good luck kid."

"Thank you Mr Referee!"

As the female hummed, getting off the arena, She went to the elevator, once Hisoka had his match. She hummed to herself, as she was swinging back and forth.

"Y/n~" The female looked up at her brother.

"Why don't we have a challenge~ The first to get 10 wins is the winner. If you win, you get free headpats for a week and I get my title of Onii-Chan back~" The female's eyes sparkled at hearing headpats, ignoring what Hisoka gets if he won.

"O.O! You're on big brother!"

"But for your 10th match, you have to go against me and I have to go against you if you haven't won yet~" She nodded her head, she was excited to win those free headpats as the elevator went up.

"I'll Win Hiso-Oniisan!"

[wolfstar-flatsky]

Oh my gosh I’m sorry I didn’t look at tumblr sooner I just only now found this !! And aaaaaaaa this sounds so cool!! I love love this!

Okay so since you did a long post I have to do a long reply XD Also I wasn’t sure if I should respond in the replies, do a lil reblog, or go to your asks…but I’ll do it here for now.

Oh and yes that is my sideblog for sky! I hope this read more works bc this is super long post.

First off, ooooohh! Renaming the realms?? Love it!! I was wondering if you had any inspiration for the new names? Or if you were like yep that sounds cool let’s go with that lol Because they sound super cool! And I wasn’t sure if there was any deeper meaning.

“Sky kids looking to adopt flock here” !! 🥺 oh my gosh this is such a cute idea! I’m assuming this is bc new players often get adopted by the older ones yeah? aaaa I love this. And idk why I’m getting emotional of the thought of older skykids finding a small new moth struggling to flap around in Binial and just saying that yes they want them, they’re a part of their flock now ueueue ;n;

The prophet being more like a “referee than a prophet” seems so funny to me XD But the training grounds idea for the trials is so cool :0

“Fishman region” Yeahhhh!! I know this seems a bit odd for me to get excited about but some of the games that I’ve recently played there had been some sort of fishing skill that I had to do and I’ve always liked fishing in those games so,,,yeah lol They get to fish! Woo!

And I love these ideas, of having them do fishing, building boats, and manta training, but!! Butterfly breeders/keepers ??!!!??? I LOVE THATT !! :0 That’s so gosh darn cute!

“Hirthlim” honestly one of my favourite names that you’ve come up with. It just sounds so cool and mysterious? LOVE IT!

“Wood carvers, painters, jewelers,…metal workers, forgers etc” Okay but why does this make a lot of sense in my head. I’m like yeah, I agree, that fits. And I also love the idea of wood carving, where they just carve out like mini statues and then plop them down, scattered everywhere across the forest. You can just find one hidden away a little bit as you’re walking/flying your way through the forest.

“it's (the treehouse) also where moths whos guiders/family have died or been lost are left” O.o woahh okay wasn’t expecting that. But the vibes make sense?? Like I can just imagine where the spirits of those who died and the lost souls just gravitating to this treehouse and big orphanage area just waiting with those big eyes, you know, hoping for someone to come pick them up. To find their home again. ;n; oh noo I made myself sad again.

“sometimes the moth isn't a good fit for the family either they are brought back to isle or brought to treehouse, to be re-adopted or if they are old enough, to simply figure out if they want another family or to go off on their own for a while” ;n; oh noooo what the heck why wouldn’t they be a good fit for the family ??!? Wdym??! T^T It’s fine I’ll just adopt you all.

“flight-the mail center” Yeahhhh!! Again, just the little things can make me excited. AND OH MY GOSH I just had a thought that’s really cool but probably doesn’t make sense in your world loll Like having the mail be carried by the wind :0 Like somehow the wind is being controlled to deliver these cute envelopes with your mail in it aND OH maybe even the mail is delivered by a lil bird?? 🥺 I can see a very busy day in Flight, the mail center, where mail is flying about places going to and from in a big fluttering mess. Big mantas pulling carts and such, as you’ve said. And aaaaaa do you know those vibes? You know? Like those movies where there’s a lot of movement and the camera pans around seeing all of these things happening all at once and it’s this big giant mess working together to get their job done. We see people coming to send off a letter, packages being wrapped up ready for delivery and oh! Hey man! Just this pile is ready to go. Yeah, it’s for Digarem. *pats the manta* Off you go then, I’ll see ya later 👋 *the man on the manta tips his hat in goodbye and the manta flies off in a giant whoosh* The sound of papers and mantas and working people and even the wind because they’re outside!! How fun. But man this whole place would probably sink if it starts to rain lol

Woops. Sorry, got away with myself there.

Valem and Empyrean are my other favourite names :D

Markets??!!? Okay I won’t go on another tangent but you just know what kinda vibes I’m looking for. And ooooh competitive sports being held in the colosseum? Nicee I love it!

“they are the ones making the flying boats and looking into the dark plants and the power crystals” Yeahhh now this is the place where I’m interested. The questions for this world.

“there's also a lot of people looking into helping disabled sky kids and making better gear for various jobs + mantas” Oooooohhh!! Now this is interesting. I’m thinking tech that can help them fly, perhaps armour (for what? Idk), saddles for mantas.

Gaial being a farmland area is such a cool idea!! And oh! Imagine that it’s described as golden bc of the large farmland just covered in wheat. yeahhhh I love that a lot! Get it? Coz of golden wasteland? Lol

A canyon?! :0 Sounds super fun! Also super mysterious. What are you hiding?!

You talk of memory cubes and you’ve got me intrigued. What are those? They sound so cool!!

Oh my goodness, starlight desert being a children’s library/daycare??!!! You’ve melted my heart! 🥺 This is the most adorable thing and I love this with all my heart. Just,,why am I getting teary eyed?!! Just having those vibes of the Little Prince for little moths to explore and get excited about has me emotional and nostalgic ?? Playing hide and seek by the bushes, flying up to these giant books floating in the sky and jumping around, putting on a lil play on the lil stage ;n; Looking up at the night sky.

And dang you’re right. The Tower of Babel gives the exact vibes of eden!

And oh? What’s this? A character! A name! Who is this King Resh and tell me more!

More mentions of the memory cubes!

I gotta ask! Have you thought of any concepts to how skykids are born in your world? And yes I do want to know more about guiders! Sounds interesting. And oh! I wanna question how they be fishing fish if they’re in the clouds in Digarem? Or are they not? Or are they fishing in sanctuary?? Or the lil water ponds? Lol

You have pulled me into your world and I am so excited to know more! And you haven’t yet said anything about the krill so I’ll be hanging around for that! I haven’t read back to what I said so hopefully this mess makes sense XD

alright im making this for one person and one person only @me-a-skykid (that’s ur sideblog right? god this would be awkward if i tagged the wrong person lol)

this is just a collection of my rambling thoughts about each of the realms and what they are used for/who lives there and such, i’ll probably talk about the culture and such later

i dont know if this makes much sense but i would love to talk about this with you, please ask me any questions you have or anything rlly

so tell me your thoughts! :D

i’m putting it under a read more because oh my god i wrote a lot

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