#xenie

[xenibenbb]

I'd rather be Free.

[chasingpj]

Hi!!! Congrats on the 1k! 🥳🎉🍾All your stories especially the reader being the daughter of Hecate are the best. I would like to ask for a blurb of Percy x reader with prompt 1? Tysm❤️

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐔𝐩

"If we lose this, I'm divorcing you." 

pairing: percy jackson x reader

warning: none?

category: blurb, slice of life, aged up

Percy watches you with fond eyes as you fix his breastplate for him. You tug on the straps, mind already racing with strategies to win this game. 

Around you, there’s chatter of your old campmates catching up after years of going their separate ways. It was a big deal. Everyone could agree Camp Half Blood having their first demi-god reunion was a major accomplishment. 

Your eyes meet your husbands and you refuse the smirk begging to appear on your face. “Listen here,” you say authoritatively and Percy straightens up as if he’s being spoken to by a military commander. “Don’t mess this up for me.” 

Percy releases a laugh, his arm slinging around your shoulders. At no point does he cower under your stare despite its seriousness. 

“If we lose this-” you begin.

"It's just a game of Capture the Flag honey, it's not that serious-" 

"If we lose this, I'm divorcing you." 

Percy raises an eyebrow. He didn’t think your old feud with the Ares cabin was still a lit flame. As you and Clarisse send glares to each other from across the field, he was proven foolish for making that assumption. You too meant business, even now after years of not seeing each other. 

A long hum draws from his lips and he meets your gaze once again. “I won’t let you down, babe,” he declares sweetly, flashing you a wide grin.

[xenidraws]

ART FIGHT 2024 #3 - Molly of Cargonia

Revenge on the tiniest @obscenelytinyshark, ft. his SS14 character Molly Maple! Nobody is immune to propaganda with cute moth girls on it, and the Quartermaster knows it.

Alt version below:

[godbirdart]

「 icon commission for @xenidraws ☀️ 」

[photo-dujenoir]

Xenie Zasetskaya

[more-than-ideas]

Xenie Zasetskaya

[painted-lanes]

I have a feeling I’m going to get attached to this little fucker

He’s such an goofball I love him

[people-dujenoir]

Xenie Zasetskaya

[makemeadoll]

Helloooo! hehe 🥰

Today Tiffa wants to write hehe, because as a doll I never thought I could feel this amazing!!! Hehehe

Yes, I am a doll hehe and that's all I want n when hypno started working n Tiffa didn't even have a name n was just doll, I already felt INCREDIBLE!! 💖

Friends started arriving n giving me files n being so kind n nice n tranced n all that Tiffa wanted to feel as a dolly n tried my best to make them happy too! Hehehe Im a doll i do as im told

But gosh!! Hehehe since Owner Xeni @reprog arrived, Tiffa has like found such a whole new level to this hehehe 🤭����💕

I just feel like sooooo much love for Owner Xeni than Tiffa thought possible to ever feel!! Hehe like as if every second Tiffa could explode of love heheheh 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

But umm also hehe this morning Tiffa got a suuper long sleep and when coming back to reality umm, Tiffa received texts soooo cute n nice that Tiffa felt sooo tickly n tingly n squirmy n bouncy hehehe I just couldn't hold myself n felt like a total baby doll n Xeni kept treating me like this n Tiffa is soooo happy n giggly today n feeling cute 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Hehehe Tiffy is a cute n leaky baby doll that plays when available n loooooves her Owner Xeni n just lives to be tranced n good girls don't think 💖💕🥰✨

[coquettesamosa]

just finished this one book and i have . thoughts.

[xenibenbb]

I did it.

They have no idea why and how they're wearing this

some extras below (cw: suggestive)

Obligatory nari reaction and a different timeframe

[chasingpj]

Hi! Congrats on the 1k! Your deserve it! Can I ask for a blurb ✒️of prompt 12 with Nico w/ a reader bff child of Hermes? Please!

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲

“Can you remember how you died?”

pairing: nico di angelo x plantonic! reader

warnings: death, literally nico is traumatized enough he doesn't deserve this

category: angst, blurb

Nico felt like he was choking. His despair settled amongst his adam’s apple, heavy like a stone he couldn’t swallow down. 

Panicked, you take everything in, unsure how you even arrived in Charon’s rowboat. Part of you knew what this meant but you didn’t want to believe it. How could it be? With squinted eyes, you stare at the floor of the boat. 

How did I even get here? 

There’s a giant block in your memory, a giant firewall hiding the details of events. You were just on a quest, trudging through the forest of the Appalachian Mountains with your friends and then, you weren’t. 

Nico overlooks the Rive Styx’s by the shore, patiently waiting for your boat’s arrival. You haven’t noticed him yet and he was glad. Still, he was preparing for what he was going to tell you and to witness your reaction to it all. There’s a clench somewhere in his chest as he takes in the plentiful emotions rippling across your features. First, it was confusion, then frustration, and slowly, amidst the sadness, there was horror. 

Right as he looked away, unable to take in the sight any longer, you finally noticed his prescense. The sight of your closest friend, never did it fill you with dread as it did at the moment. Your approach wasn’t playful, there was no urge to tease the boy, pinch his cheeks as you usually would. 

This time there’s only sorrow. His being only reminded you of who he is, what he represents. The very thing you never thought twice about or judged him for, is what you’re faced with. 

You stared, waiting for him to look. Even as Charon docks his boat, Nico hesitates to come face to face with you.

“Nico, I-” Something flashes in his eyes and it clots up your throat. Despite the loss of words, your feet take you to him. You were eager for an answer, clinging to some hope the situation isn’t what it seems. 

Grasping on his forearms, your fingers stamp themselves into his skin. Your wide eyes, the hiccup in your breathing, he raises his forearms, grasping yours from underneath. He grips tightly to keep you stable on your feet and thanks his parentage he could still touch you like this. 

“Can you remember how you died?” Nico asks, voice breaking through the sureness of his initial delivery. 

“Is it really true? I’m dead?” 

Nico nods, the action shaking up the tears that settled stubbornly on his lower lid. The drops run down fast, the two of you standing there with matching damp cheeks, and the reality clicks in your brains at once. 

“Stay with me?” Nico nods before you could finish your request. “Stay with me until they send me somewhere, please. I don’t want to go alone.” 

Nico couldn’t imagine denying your request. He nods, almost frantic, through your desperate pleas. 

He was going to stay. You didn’t doubt it and yet, it only brought so little comfort. 

The boy slips out of your grasp and raises his arm to the side, a silent request to hook your arm with his. You do and he leads you with short, slow steps, uneager to arrive at your inevitable destination. 

[xenidraws]

Ok, refined the design. The yoshi brainworms have finally been calmed... for now...!

[theriaultsdolls]

Contemporary Artist Dolls. Including R. John Wright, Maggie Iacono, Sally Cutts, and many more. At the Rendezvous Auction on Wednesday, October 18 at 7PM ET. This is a live auction with absentee, telephone and internet bidding available. https://theriaults.com/events

[photo-dujenoir]

Xenie Zasetskaya

[more-than-ideas]

Xenie Zasetskaya