Summary: Persephone needs something and she needs Hythlodaeus' help to get it. [This is so bad and it's not canon to anything because I hate how it turned out so just bear with me I just needed the credit for the prompt.]
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Hythlodaeus was looking over some concepts when he heard a knock at the door. Setting aside the papers, he called for the visitor to enter, and was pleasantly surprised by the appearance of the current Azem, Persephone, poking her head in with a somewhat impish grin.
“Seph!” he greeted with a familiar warmth; he didn’t share his office, so no decorum needed to be observed. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I was hoping you could help me find a concept? I need it for some…work I’m doing,” she slid a paper across the desk detailing her request. He glanced over it, eyes widening.
“Persephone, this—“
“I know, I know, but please, you know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important!”
“This could lose me my job,” he sighed, leveling her with a weary look.
“No one will know!” she insisted. “It’ll be back before anyone notices.”
“Hades will find out within the hour, I guarantee it.”
“He would never do anything to harm you,” she removed her mask to better leverage her pleading gaze. “Besides, he’ll be more mad at me than anyone else. Please?” They stared each other down for several moments before Hythlodaeus wrote something on the paper and slid it back.
“Do try not to make too much of a mess with it,” he couldn’t hide the tiny smirk, and she danced across the room to plant a quick kiss on his cheek.
“Thank you, love!” she snagged the paper with the location of the concept, Ifrita, written on it and scampered out of the room.
so once me and my wife were watching a documentary where a snake ate like a million eggs. that snake just went to fucking town on eggs. and the snake made the eggs look so good that i kept thinking about it, and thinking about it, and thinking about it, and eventually it was 11pm and i ran out of willpower and decided to eat one (1) singular raw egg just to prove to myself that the snake was surely a liar.
the snake was not a liar. texture is like, super important to me and raw eggs are very Texture so i had another one, and then another one, and then another one, and eventually i ran out of eggs.
i had like, fifteen raw eggs.
i didnt really know how to explain this momentary madness to my wife, so my Plan was to put all the eggshells into a grocey bag, and then throw that grocery bag in the dumpster, and if she never noticed that would be Excellent and if she noticed immediately i could lie and say that the eggs went bad.
except i cant lie very good, and of course with murphys law being such, i got salmonella.
so i threw up a lot and my wife asked me what poisoned me so and i tried very hard to dodge the question but i was oozing shame like oil from a room temperature cheese and eventaully i gave in and told her everything and to her enormous credit she was more flabbergasted than actually upset. she did make me promise to not eat any more raw eggs, which i have stuck to, and she gives me weird looks during nature documentaries now as if desire was the only thing keeping me from eating thousands of pounds of krill
anyway i made a joke earlier about being able to eat my age in eggs and my sister in law in law made a drawing to comemorate the moment and also because it was my birthday. she's excellent. thank you 10000000% @cintailed. you should all visit her page and admire her work.
[Leo is taking the fact that he was born biologically female simultaneously very well and also not so well but overall he’s mostly coping with the fact that it was Draxum that just essentially gave him the turtle equivalent of ‘The Talk’.]
i feel like people often equate spice tolerance with spice enjoyment. Like not being able to exactly handle spicy foods does NOT mean i won't continue to seek them out. I will simply suffer for my enjoyment of food.
fionna and cake drawings before and after watching the episodes so far. it’s nostalgic and somehow cathartic and poignant and relatable and—it just started