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Hestia: It’s Christmas! Are you all in a Christmas mood?!

Hephaestus: Merry crisis.

Apollo: Jingle bells, jingle bells, single all the way.

Dionysus: Hoe hoe hoe.

Hestia: Guys, please.

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this account is for my future self to look back like

acha toh ye chutiyapa kar rhi thi main

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never wanted a relationship more, but still steering away from romance. it's the estrogen and trust issues talking.

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THEY ARE *except darlings, I think

Best scores imo are Andaz Apna Apna (old timey hindi tunes) and 3 Idiots

i need you to recommend me your favourite bollywood movie right now

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OMG OMG YES MY TIME HAS COME

3 Idiots (a classic), Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara, Dear Zindagi, Darlings, Gangubai Kathiawadi, Andaz Apna Apna (and olddd one), and the original version of Golmaal

Some of them are on netflix, some are on amazon :D

i need you to recommend me your favourite bollywood movie right now

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my character motive is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy

I tried to scroll past this. I really did

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THE WAY YOU GIVE US TEASERS

But no this was one of my favourites I think, the imagery was soooo gooddddd and and the villains description at the end???? *chef's kiss*

@creweemmaeec11 's prompt fill

“Come on, now, Hero. Even the devil knows how to have fun.”

Or at least that was what Hero thought Villain had said, half hearing their words, half reading their glitter covered lips, the deafening bass making it hard to hear their own thoughts.

The club was… otherworldly. From where they stood at the entrance they could only see a sea of heads packed together in front of them; until they raised their eyes. Twelve slender spires, twisting around themselves, glistening like freshly cut crystals and glowing a bright, intense cyan, massive, at least twenty meters tall, shot skyward from what Hero assumed to be the perimeter of the walls. Their eyes followed the curves and spirals up to the ceiling – no, no ceiling; instead an unnaturally shallow night sky, stars big and glittering, clouds of blue and purple smoke soaring from the crowd and hiding the faint outlines of the stone ribs of the cross vault they’d seen from the outside. It knocked the breath out of their lungs. Like a punch in the gut. Hard.

They looked back down at the villain, and found no one where they’d been standing. They tried to feel upset; tried to think about their mission, about the instructions. Find Villain, keep them busy until tomorrow, don’t get killed, don’t let them out of your sight.

They’d succeeded at one and failed another. They didn’t have high hopes for the other two, right now.

Maybe they should just give up on this. Get out before they get hurt. They turned towards the door. But the colourful lights…

Then another song began pounding, louder, and that’s where their thinking stopped.

They made their way through the crowd, feeling the narrow spaces between the people with their own body, since sight was worth nothing in the complete darkness.

They pushed and muttered useless apologies, the smell of sweat and skin filling their nose.

And then they came to the front of the crowd, and found themselves pushed against a railing. They were standing on a massive balcony, overlooking an even bigger dance floor.

They looked down; they laughed at their own thought, that maybe they’d see the villain from up there.

No, oh no – they chuckled, they never could have.

The lower floor was packed with people, so many that they told themselves, if they jumped from the balcony they wouldn’t touch the floor. Women and men and people and creatures beyond their comprehension, all in blindingly shiny clothing and makeup, glitter covered skin, lit up only by deep violet lights coming from God knows where, caressing their bodies as music and singing and laughter filled the heavy, sticky air.

On both sides of the balcony, two big staircases led downstairs. Hero made their way to the least crowded one. They descended every step, dragging a finger along the glass-like handrail, mesmerised at how their touch left a bright, glowing trail behind.

It was beautiful.

From down there they could finally see what the balcony stood upon, a long bar buzzing with people passing around tall glasses filled with liquids of colours they’d never imagined.

Villain. There. Maybe – they forced themselves to think, on repeat, as they managed to get their body to the counter.

A woman on the other side smiled at them. Black hair with – what was that? Tinsel? – and the darkest lipstick they’d ever seen, framing her shiny teeth.

“What can I get you?” She shouted as close to their ear as she could get.

“Something sweet!” They yelled back.

What?

“I love it when I get to choose!” She responded, voice getting raspy, as she began gathering bottles they couldn’t even recognise.

Wait, no. Villain.

They passed the girl some money, and she pushed the glass in their hands.

“Enjoy!”

“I’m looking for someone!” They screamed.

“Well,” she laughed loudly, “good luck with that!”

Hero tried to call back for her, but all it took her was moving a couple steps away to serve another client to be completely unable to hear them over the music.

Hero turned around.

They were going to spend the rest of the night looking for villain, they thought, taking a sip of their drink, it would take so long in this– oh. Oh.

The liquid in their mouth was sweeter than anything they'd ever tasted, sweeter than sugar, and cherry, and honey, and– oh. If there was alcohol in this, they sure couldn't feel it. No burning in their throat and bitter, dry aftertaste. No, instead it flowed down like milk and honey, all fruity and delicate and head-spinningly smooth.

Finding villain.

They wandered around in the crowd for hours. Or ten minutes? They could not tell. All they knew was their glass was shamefully empty, and their feet hurt, and the room gently swayed as if they were on a boat.

They finally stumbled to a wall, and found they'd been wrong once again. No bricks or concrete, rather a long glass wall, and a glass door that led outside.

Suddenly they were hit by the need for air, for space, and they dragged themselves out.

The humid warmth of the night felt so good on their sweaty skin.

They took their shoes off and tossed them aside.

Outside looked just as heavenly as inside. An endless grass covered garden, rough stone paths and patios, iron chairs and tables, overhead an intricate tangle of wooden posts, long vines and golden fairy lights, and above only night sky.

And leaning against a table, on a empty wooden deck, Villain.

Hero blinked, then blinked again.

They weren't even expecting to actually succeed.

They walked over, feet on the damp grass and then on the wood planks.

Villain saw them coming.

"Getting some fresh air?" They grinned as Hero approached.

Hero probably should've said something. In another moment, maybe they would've shouted. Or tackled them to the ground. Or even just grabbed them and dragged them outside. Fought them. Who know.

But Villain's sleeves were rolled up to make up for the heat, and they were lacy and black and see-through, and their silver earrings dangled hypnotically, and their shiny lip gloss had long been wiped away, leaving only soft red lips behind, and their eyeliner was smudged and their glittery eyeshadow was all over their cheeks, and their hair was messily half gathered and sticking to their forehead, and the curve of their smile was infuriating, and they looked so maddeningly perfect in the glistening starlight, and they hated them so much that they grabbed onto their top and kissed them, and the villain tensed for a second, eyes widening in surprise before melting into it, and Hero felt the the sweet, fruity taste of Villain's lips on their tongue.

Behind Villain, Hero caught a glimpse of the pink, nearing sunrise.

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no cause that stuff's so expensive, I literally own only four colours for that exact reason

Ohhh okay *takes notes*

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honestly it's the easiest thing ever – clean nails with 100% acetone, base coat, cure, colour, cure, top coat, cure, and then enjoy feeling like the baddest bitch on the block for the next half month

Absjdbsk omw to add one of those curing thingies to my wishlist (college has me broke asf rn lmao) also HALF A MONTH - regular nail polish could never

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BE NOT AFRAID

since I've started doing gel and keeping nails on for like three weeks at a time i cannot stand to do regular nail polish that chips the second you step into the shower

I NEED THIS TUTORIAL ASAP I have exactly 1 gel nail polish tho but if it's better I'm all for it

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that's why you learn to do gel nails 😌 no chipping 😌 that's true peace of mind

Oooh gel nails scare me tho lmao 😂😭

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silent girl september… sleepy girl september… solitary girl september…

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since we're listening my many talents ill have you know i do bomb nail art and can play the piano – which is funny because these two things do NOT go well together no matter how hard you try

OH MY GOD can we be bffs

I wish I could do nail art properly 😭 I love growing my nails out but they always chip after a certain points - but like if I could do nail art it would be perfect, chipped nails and all

I LEARNT HOW TO PLAY THE PIANO WITH LONG NAILS!! It took waaay too long to get used to without hurting myself but it's so worth it (they totally go together, pianists deserve good nail designs with all that handwork lmao)

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honestly im always so happy to see you in my notes, your comments and reblogs make my day

Omg I cant believe I just saw this-

Your posts are so great!! I love the snippets so much and when I found out you draw (well) too??? God has favourites 😌

Tbh seeing your posts on my dash is always nice too :))

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tw: homophobia

When they heard the choked up sobs, Villain was walking to their car with one grocery bag in each hand, mildly annoyed at the heavy wine bottle's constant threat to tear the plastic bag open, and at the fact that they'd forgotten their reusable bags in the car, and at the fact that they'd forgotten where they'd parked.

And then they'd heard the choked up sobs, and furrowed their brow, looking for the source of the sound.

They backed up a few steps, peeked into the narrow, dead-ended alley between the two tall buildings, and sure enough, there in the shade was Hero's small figure, back against the grimy wall, knees held tight to their chest and shoulders jumping with each little hiccup.

They stepped towards them, into the dark shade of the alleyway, mentally taking note of the fact that they were definitely not gonna make it home in time for the ice cream in the bags not to melt.

"It's a bit gross here, isn't it?" They commented, trying to make their presence known to the other.

Hero looked up, startled, before groaning. "Please, this is not the right moment," they said, but Villain didn't manage to answer, taken aback at the sight.

With their eyes watery and cheeks flushed, and none of that fake confidence they always forced in battle, Hero finally looked their sixteen years. In some part of their mind they felt a dull rage fire up; if they'd already felt disgusted at the heroes' insistence at sending this kid they constantly refused to fight to carry on their battles, having the reality of just how young they actually were made it even worse.

"Just leave me alone," they repeated, voice cracked.

Villain painstakingly left the grocery bags on the grimy floor and bent down a couple steps in front of them.

"What happened to you?" He did wonder for a fleeting moment if this could be some kind of pitiful trap they'd set up.

The hero pushed out an exasperated sigh as they furiously tried to wipe their cheeks clean with the back of their hands, catching tears as they dropped against their best wishes.

"Hero," Villain called, resting one knee against the ground and they lowered themselves to their level, softening their voice but keeping a firm tone.

Hero looked back up at them.

They guessed that that semblance of authority was one of the perks that came with age.

"I had some problems with my team," they seemed to regret giving that information to the enemy, but it was definitely too late now. "That's all."

"This doesn't seem like some problems."

"Forget it."

"Look at yourself." Villain took a pack of tissues out their pocket and offered it to them.

Hero mumbled something the villain couldn't quite hear, as they took a tissue out and dried their face.

"What?"

"I came out to them."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Villain bit the inside of their cheek, the look of shame on Hero's face too familiar for their liking.

"And they kicked you out?"

"Yeah."

Villain rubbed their eyes with both hands, a deep breath putting out the anger beginning to spark up in their chest and face. Then they got up, offering the hero a hand.

"Come on."

"No."

"What's the plan, then? Sleeping in the street?"

Hero shot them a defeated look. "I can go back, I'll take back my words."

"That won't work."

"What do you know."

"Just," Villain cocked their head, lips pressed in a thin line, "just come. We'll look for a solution together. I won't let a kid sleep outside in this weather."

Hero considered it for a long moment. What could go wrong?, they asked themselves, and came up with a worrying amount of answers. But the pavement was cold, and their eyes stung, their head hurt, and Villain was the first adult to speak to them kindly all day.

They ignored their hand, but got up on their feet, painfully aware of how damp and disgusting their pants now were.

Relief flashed on Villain's face, before they collected their shopping bags and told Hero to follow them.

The car ride was unnervingly long, stretching out for years-long minutes, in which Hero tried to focus all their brain power on thinking about how muddy they were getting the passenger seat with their dirty clothes. Not that they didn't have much else to think about – he had lots, and wanted less. Halfway through the ride Villain took a quick look at them, then reached out and turned on the radio. A hint of unwanted relief shot through their spine, as the sound drowned out anything else that was in their head.

Then the sun started setting, and the car slowed down and parked into the driveway of a two story house.

The honey tinted sunset light reflected off the windows.

Hero thought about headquarters where they'd left all the stuff that didn't fit into their gym backpack. And about the humiliation of shoving clothes into it as their boss waited in the doorway with an unmoving face.

Villain had retrieved their bags from the backseat, unlocked the front door and gone in, but hadn't insisted that Hero followed them.

So they sat until their vision wasn't blurry anymore.

They found the front door ajar, and closed it behind them.

They took a look around them. Something caught their gaze, and they fixed their eyes to the floor, shame threatening to spill out of their stomach and into their throat.

"Don't be shy," the villain called from what they assumed to be the kitchen, the rustling of plastic suggesting they were putting groceries away. "Come on in, make yourself comfortable."

Hero just couldn't get their body to move; stuck, frozen; something heavy and hot building up in their chest and finding no way out.

"Hero?" Villain called again.

They clenched their jaw harder, all muscles so tense they felt like they were gonna start trembling soon. Their eyes and face burned.

"Hero," Villain tried again, voice concerned, peeking out from the kitchen. "Shit," they muttered, eyes widening, quickly leaving whatever was in their hands on the table and walking right up to them. "What's wrong?"

They put a hand on their shoulder, and the warmth forced a sob out of Hero's lungs.

A million sentences filled their mouth, but instead all they got out– "Why are you helping me?"

They would've seen Villain's gaze soften if their eyes weren't stuck to the ground.

Villain didn't say a word, but nodded to their right, towards the living room wall Hero's eyes were avoiding.

They peeled their gaze and raised it to the wall with an effort that left them feeling like they could collapse at the first gust of wind.

There, right in the middle, among tens of smiley pictures carefully framed and hanged, like the most normal thing they could see there – a rainbow coloured flag.

Hero physically felt themselves break down.

Everything poured out of their eyes.

Villain made a sound, then pulled them into a hug. And Hero clung to them like their life depended on it, and sobbed into their sweater; Villain's arms felt warm on their back, and the pressure of their hand on the back of their head triggered something in them, and they felt the overwhelming feeling of comfort wash over their body, melt their muscles. They leaned against them with a hiccup, and Villain shushed them with a gentle stroke of their hair.

"I'll look out for you, okay?" Villain gave them one more squeeze. "It's safe here."