#and they can do flips and twists and backhand springs

[hecksupremechips]

Why are we as a society not talking about guy cheerleaders????

[blumeblooms]

- > speak up ! || six - let’s get messy

toge inumaki x reader

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It’s been a few weeks since you’ve joined jujutsu high now. It’s been a chaotic mess, but you’ve grown to like it. Everyone had been mostly welcoming, and even those who weren’t seemed to be a little softer towards you.

“Okay sparring partners everyone! Maki and Panda, Yuuji and Nobara, and Y/n and Toge” Gojo says as he claps his hands before saying how he needs to go on a very ‘important mission’ (buying snacks.)

Everyone starts with playful banter while getting distracted as you glance at Inumaki, just for him to be staring right at you, expression unreadable as always.

Okay… so it hadn’t been necessarily awkward after that encounter? You two had been more casual, but you weren’t exactly the closest of friends either. Doesn’t mean that couldn’t change though you suppose.

“Ready to get your ass beat?” You offer playfully with a smile, trying to make things a little more casual. You notice his eyes widen a bit before raising a brow back playfully, clearly amused. Well, what you could assume to be amused anyways from not being able to see his mouth.

‘Me? I don’t think you’ll be saying that soon.. Poor you.’ Inumaki signs with a jokingly pitiful expression. You gasp in mock offense while placing your hands on your hips.

“Ohhh so now you’re getting cocky?? Let’s find out now then!” You say as you stick your tongue out, and you watch as he pulls down his collar for a moment and sticks his out too, shocking you for a moment and making you laugh. ‘What a jerk.’ You thought with a smile on your face as you go towards training grounds.

Honestly, you were a little nervous. It’s not like you were weak, but you also don’t deal with cursed speech users on the daily. As long as you manage the sound waves so they stop before it hits you, it’d be fine. You and Inumaki stretch for a moment before going across from eachother. Staring at eachother for a minute before nodding as he heads towards you quickly.

‘Shit he’s fast’ You think to yourself as you just barely miss his attack, bending backwards and attempting to kick him in a backhand spring as he jumps back before you can land it. You watch as he pulls down his collar, eyes widening as you get ready to counter. Trying not to get distracted by his tattoo marks.

“Don’t move.” He says as you struggle to control the force of his technique. Messily, but still good enough, you stop it from hitting you. Being able to move towards him quickly, catching him off guard and kicking his side. Jumping back before he grabs your leg.

“That won’t work on me, but good try.” You say smugly with a smile. He raises a brow amused with a smirk, signing ‘I don’t need it.’ You wonder what he means before he dashes towards you, quicker than before catching you off guard. Had he just been holding back before? Shit, maybe you shouldn’t have instigated.

You attempt to twist his arm but before you can do that he grabs yours with a strong grip. As you kick upwards towards his stomach, he grabs your leg with his free hand and flips you backwards onto your back, knocking the wind out of you briefly.

You gasp for air while you feel your arms pinned, and your neck in a light chokehold. Inumakis arms put you in a headlock while his leg intertwines with yours, keeping you in place.

Honestly, you would probably be able to move if you weren’t extremely flustered right now. How was he attacking you so effortlessly but still making the precautions to be gentle enough? And god, was he so close. You could hear his light panting intertwined with your own, was it wrong to be into this right now??

“Five, four, three, two…. one. I win” He mutters in your ear before letting you go, smirking before poking his tongue out again and standing up. Your face flushed in embarrassment, you shouldn’t have underestimated him, but even more than that, you shouldn’t have gotten so distracted. Not your fault you got nervous around pretty boys.

“I was caught off guard, i’ll get you next time!” You declare, face still a little flushed, but you could blame that on fighting. You notice him chuckle at you.

‘Did i hurt your poor ego?’ He signs with an annoyingly cheeky smile. What a brat!

“What?? No! You’re annoying you know that?” You say with a huff, though there’s no actual malice to it, he knows this too.

‘Oh, but i think you don’t mind it as much as you pretend to.’ He signs to you with a wink, and you feel your cheeks heat up. Why, why did he have to have this effect on you? You wouldn’t allow yourself to fold so easily.

“And i think you’re delusional. But whatever helps you sleep at night! I know you so desperately want my approval.”

You say teasingly with a smile, as you watch his face slightly redden, giggling to yourself. You watch as he tries to say something but you just wave briefly before walking away with a wink, two could play that game. You were both annoying eachother on purpose, but the slight thrill was enough to keep going, and with that attitude, you don’t think he minded it that much either.

As you’re walking towards Nobara and Megumi to watch them spar, you feel something pop against your back, and you gasp in horror as you see neon.. paint ?! All over your uniform! Along with a popped balloon on the ground, you spin around quickly to see where it came from, and you see Inumaki pretending to act all innocent as he whistles and looks around with a small smile he’s trying to hide, as he stands next to the paint balloon bin. Where did he even get those?

‘Oh that little shit’ You think as you turn around towards him. “You are so dead Inumaki!” You say as you run to pick up a balloon to throw at him as he laughs, you hear him gasp as you throw the balloon with semi force on his arm, making it splatter a bit on his face. You can’t help the laugh that sneaks out of you as you look at his paint stained face. Though your laughter quickly stops as you watch him go to grab a balloon.

“Okay wait wait that was just payback don’t- Inumaki wait!” You scream as you try to run as you feel paint splatter all over your shoulder and face.

“You’re making a mess!” You yelp while throwing another balloon at him, both of you laughing in the process.

‘Don’t worry i’ll help clean you off’ He signs with a mischievous smile, and you feel like it’s a little ominous as you watch in horror as he starts running to you with a bucket of water.

“No no no no no do not!” You say while running as you feel cold water splash on your back. ‘That’s it.’ You think before turning around quickly and tilting the bucket towards him, wetting his hair a bit as he stares at you shocked. You both stare at eachother in silence for a moment before you burst out laughing, and he opens his mouth like he’s about to say something, before closing it and chuckling along with you. You look at his smile as your heart flutters, you try to ignore the feeling but you can’t as you look at the mess you’ve both made. Smiling to yourself as he shakes his head, wetting your face lightly from his hair as you shriek.

“What the fuck are they doing?” Maki says to Panda as she looks in horror across the field towards the both of you. Panda turns to look as he gasps before shaking Maki.

“Maki this is amazing. They’re going to fall inlove! He’s no longer fumbling!!” Panda yells at her with a smile.

“Get the hell off me! You’re too much, but i’m glad he’s not sulking anymore.” Maki says as she rolls her eyes playfully, glancing back at us.

“Okay okay let’s actually get cleaned up now before Gojo comes back.” You say as you huff a laugh and flick his forehead while he pouts and rubs the spot. Flicking yours back.

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You furrow your brows confused, waiting before you see Inumakis contact light up, a call notification waiting. Your eyes widen for a bit as you hover over the answer button. ‘Why is he calling me?’ You think to yourself before hitting answer.

“Hello? Why’re you calling me, also you never answered my question!” You say softly speaking into the phone, not wanting to be loud past curfew.

“Salmon.” He says like that’s any explanation, and before you can speak up, he speaks again.

“Sleep and have sweet dreams.” Inumaki says softly, and before you can process, you’re passed out. Breathing softly from the other line. You probably wouldn’t remember this in the morning.

Inumaki smiles to himself before sighing softly “Goodnight Y/n.” He says before waiting a moment and hanging up, tossing his phone aside and staring at the ceiling. Crossing his arm over his face with a soft smile.

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previous || masterlist || next

- > okayy we’re getting somewhere 😋😋

- > IM SO SORRY I HAVENT UPLOADED, i’ve been so busy! i’ll try to upload when im not 💓

- > toge is apart of the sassy man apocalypse but he’s still sweet

• summary - in where you meet a nice lady in a flower shop you volunteer at, just to find out you can defeat curses when you thought you were just hallucinating. you transfer to jujutsu high, and you see a guy with his face covered who tried to steal flowers the other day! you confront him and he stays silent, so you tell him to speak up, only for him to say… onigiri ingredients? whether you just quit or go on with this new lifestyle- well, that’s for fate to decide.

- > taglist - @jayathelostdragon , @lees-chaotic-brain , @camilo-uwu , @knmakzmee , @huayan , @instantmusico , @idk-bro-gay , @randomhumans-blog , @gyuville , @unforgettabie , @kasumitenbaz , @aespaforlifersyall

[binaryeclipse]

Demonstration

Their wrists are almost touching. 

Anakin focuses on his breathing as he and Obi-Wan circle each other in slow methodical movements. His pulse is even, beating in his neck in counterpoint to each inhale-exhale of his lungs. Their hands are poised in defensive positions between them. 

Hand-to-hand combat training with Obi-Wan has always been Anakin’s favourite. 

This close he can smell him. The musk beneath the fading smoky-sweet cologne his Master wears is growing thicker as perspiration builds over the course of their training. Sweat has darkened Obi-Wan’s hair near the roots, bringing out the rusty tones like old metal, the long fluffy strands gaining texture the more he runs his fingers through it between brief bursts of violence as they kick and strike one another. Strands of strawberry blonde are beginning to stick to his neck where Obi-Wan is growing it out, curling against his skin. 

Anakin’s arm aches with the memory of each block, bruises beginning to form like growing shadows under his skin. Obi-Wan’s touch imprinted upon him that lasts longer than the impact. He is developing a craving for them, the tender blooms of blood beneath his skin that he presses with hesitant fingers in the night when he is alone in the nest of his bed, wishing there was someone to hold him. 

He settles for this. 

Obi-Wan ducks fluidly beneath Anakin’s high kick, popping back up to deliver a strike just above the elbow. It hurts, Anakin is always tender there, but the adrenaline drowns it out and all he feels is the euphoric high of the brief contact of the calloused edge of his Master’s palm. 

Before Obi-Wan can pull away, Anakin grabs his forearm with his left hand, warm skin almost searing his palm, arm hair scratching slightly. He wants to trace the veins and arteries that are being crushed beneath his grip, follow their blue lines up to the sensitive hollow of the elbow, over the swell of strong biceps, along the sensual curve of his shoulder to the elegant column of his neck so he can pull his Master in, close and intimate. 

Instead he yanks, trying to unseat Obi-Wan’s strong stance, twisting. Obi-Wan springs, agile and acrobatic from his years of dedication to Ataru as a padawan, and flips when Anakin demands but under his own terms, landing light on his feet and reversing the hold until Anakin is at his mercy. It takes only seconds for his feet to be knocked asunder, falling out from under him so he drops like a stone. Anakin falls prone, Obi-Wan coming down atop of him, knees on either side of his body. 

Shameful arousal spreads like blood in the water between the cradle of his hips. How many nights has he spent, helplessly grinding into his mattress and imagining the protective weight of Obi-Wan pressed above him, pinning him as he pins him now but with the added fantasy of being split open around the width of his cock. Instinct screams for him to lay still, to let his Master grind into his ass, location be damned. 

He uses better judgment and struggles—shields keeping his riot of lust at bay—and trying to unseat Obi-Wan to no avail until his Master has effectively immobilized him with a powerful arm beneath his chin, forcing Anakin to bow his back as he’s pulled into an effective hold. The iron grip on his wrist that Obi-Wan pins to the small of his back is the final nail in the coffin of this fight.

“It is imperative that you do not block the airway,” Obi-Wan explains, not even out of breath, his voice intimately close to Anakin’s ear. His tone is clinical and instructing, but there is a twinge of a smile in the shape of his vowels. “We must always strive to do the least amount of damage to our opponents, whoever they are. Padawan Skywalker here is very well behaved but when you are on missions, many of your foes will not be so accommodating.” 

His Master is always so good at delivering backhanded compliments, the kind that make him squirm with both shame at the position he’s been forced into and the pride at being called well behaved. 

“But what if it’s a really bad person?” A small Mirialan initiate asks. 

Anakin’s skin burns beneath his clothing at every point where Obi-Wan’s body comes into contact with his own and he can feel it through his bones when his Master chuckles, the vibration shattering him to his core. His control over his emotions, his arousal, is fraying and he clings to keeping it contained to the shell of his mind.

“Well,” Obi-Wan considers, and Anakin can imagine his grin, all teeth and slate eyes bright. “I said no damage—I didn’t say it couldn’t hurt.” 

The initiates giggle and Anakin almost whimpers when Obi-Wan lets him go and stands up. Suddenly, he feels cold where he has been burning up like an iron planet core seconds before. Bereft, Anakin lays there on the mat a moment longer, missing the weight of his Master. His face flushes more at the thought of his shameful desires that were quickly beginning to invade every aspect of his life outside his lonely bed. He presses his forehead to the mat with a groan, willing away his impending erection.

“Anakin?” 

Polished boots appear before his eyes. 

“Surely I haven’t wounded your pride this much, my very young apprentice.” 

He pushes himself up, rising with cheer and enthusiasm to hop on his feet. After all, the demonstration was far from over, and Anakin would take small solace in the brief moments when Obi-Wan’s hands would hold him. “Never, my very old Master!” 

Obi-Wan sighs, rolling his eyes while running a hand through his hair, the light of the training salle catching on the red undertones. 

“What am I going to do with him,” he asks their tiny audience. 

The initiates giggle again, hiding happy smiles behind their hands. 

[bluheaven-adw]

Fight scene deep dive!

Jim is a decent enough fighter, enough to take down some baddies here and there and not get killed, but not quite good enough in the earlier seasons to take down more skilled combatants like Nomura or Angor, or multiple attackers (unless small like goblins) on his own. I think the skill is probably there but he just doesn't have the confidence, flow or peripheral awareness to do it. He's too unsure of himself and it affects his fighting. Cue season 3. He's been training with Strickler and Nomura and while his technical fighting skills are improving, he's still afraid to just let go. Now, I've never fought or even touched a sword, but I feel like there is something instinctual to it on a deep level. A centering and then spreading of awareness, that needs to take place, and an ability to see your opponents next move. This is what Jim is holding back on, not giving in to. Not until Strickler gives him gravesand. And there it is, Jim's stranglehold on his deeper instincts letting go, and hooooooo boy is it a thing of beauty.

Look at his initial defensive awareness: attention split between both opponents, sword holding off whoever he's not focused on, and he doesn't let his attention linger on one or the other for too long. Compare to just two episodes earlier when the gumm-gumms attack the warehouse and Jim gets a bit overwhelmed and unsure.

Nomura moves first and Strickler soon after and he is ready for it. He flows from blocking Nomura's first blade to sweeping around to disarm Strickler. Then he follows through that swing to counter Nomura's second blade which has him set up to evade Strickler's kick by BALANCING UPSIDE DOWN ON THE FREAKING TIP OF DAYLIGHT and then using the momentum of uncurling his body to launch himself behind Strickler, grabbing him by the head on his way over and sending him sprawling to the ground as he lands on one foot and shifts that momentum forward onto his other foot as he swings through to block Nomura's leap. He absorbs that hit with his legs and that puts him into position for a powerful kick that sends her flying.

I've put a slow motion clip of that in because that move is freaking insane. You can see that he's shifted his attention to Strickler as he's got Nomura in a place she can't immediately attack from. He just launches himself up into what amounts to some cross between a headstand and a front flip with his grip on the hilt and the tip on the ground as his only base of support. Then arrests his forward momentum with nothing but core control, curling up and then unwinding as he hits the balance point. The control and power needed to do something like that is mind blowing. He effectively takes Strickler out of the fight momentarily, and that landing, rolling from one foot and onto the other, up into the hit, absorbing the energy and unloading like a coiled spring to take out Nomura. *chef's kiss*

Now that 6th sense awareness, he shifts attention back to Strickler, effectively dodging the first blades and easily catching the last. Jim goes on the offensive attack, and this is where Strickler starts to look a bit alarmed, that just maybe, Jim without inhibition might actually follow through with his earlier threats. When Jim can't push through Strickler's hold however, he rolls himself into Strickler, unbalancing him, breaking his hold, and using the momentum of the push and twist to flip Strickler and yeet him across the room and into the wall. Just like that, Strickler is out of the fight.

All that's left is Nomura. He dodges her attacks and uses the power of his push up out of that roll to backhand her with his shield and send her sprawling. Then Jim comes for her and you can see the worry on her face as he does. Maybe this wasn't their best idea? Jim pins her to the wall with his shield edge in her throat, and Nomura looks truly afraid until Blinky interrupts and Jim reluctantly backs off.

I've said it before, but I'll say it again. The people who choreographed the fight scenes in Trollhunters are mad geniuses. The storyboard artists and animators really pushed the envelope when it came to Jim's bigger fights, so much cool stuff happening! They really deserve all the praise they can get. For a long time I really disliked this episode. Not because it was bad, but because it is where we lose Anton. Now, however, it is one of my favorite of season 3, and that's all due to Jim's fight scenes, especially this one. Bravo Dreamworks!

[bbystark]

Gymnast 

Mob!Tom Holland x reader 

Request: Heyy could you do a mob Tom Holland x gymnast reader were Tom his family and Harrison go to see her gymnastics meet and there all impressed and they meet toms girlfriend the reader after words for the first time?!?! Thank you so much!!

Warnings: none I’m aware of :) 

A/N: I impressed myself and wrote this in like 30 minutes. Requests are flowing out of me !!^@$(* I left out the part where she actually meets the family because I had no idea how to write it without making it seem akward in this particular fic. hope u like it anon :) 

Word Count: 1,025

Tom couldn’t look away from you. 

Here he was in some other state for his favorite girl’s gymnastic meet where someone could recognize him and take the opportunity to take him out, and fuck he should really be keeping an eye out… 

But he can’t. 

He’s focused solely on you, murder attempts be damned. He had always been impressed at the small little manuevares you would do around his mansion- a handstand here, a balancing act there, maybe even a backhand spring when you were feeling restless, - but never had he really seen the calibar at which you compete. 

He shouldn't be surprised, really, the amount of sponsors you have for simply being an amazing athlete, and how you can support yourself solely off gymnastics. He should have expected that you were great. 

Olympic material, really. 

And judging by the looks on the judges faces and several other scout-looking men and women, you would most certainly be making it to the olympics if you so choose. 

He glances to his left, several of his brothers, Harrison, and his mother are just as impressed as he is. He does a quick sweep to make sure that he and his family are safe, making sure that his guards are not as entranced as he is and are actually doing their jobs. Satisfied, he turns back to watch you. 

You’ve moved on to your last part of the meet, (at least he thinks so, you had told him the night before but he was, distracted, by other things), the beam. You always had told him that the high beam always made you the most nervous, and that most of the time you felt as though you relied on pure luck once both feet were planted on the beam. 

Watching you know, he knows luck has nothing to do with it. You don’t wobble as you take your stance, doing several flips that Tom doesn’t even know the names of, just that he’s absolutely entranced at the amount of control and grace you possess. 

He watches your dismount, doing some twist that doesn’t seem like it should be possible and… 

You stick the landing almost perfectly. 

Tom has paid enough attention to know that landing the dismount was a crucial part of any routine, and he couldn’t be more proud of you. The crowd begins clapping, and as you smile towards each direction, you catch his eye and somehow your smile widens. 

He mouths a “Good job baby!” and hopes you catch it. 

After scores were released, (again, Tom really shouldn’t be surprised that you got first place in almost every single section), and your pictures have been taken along with several runner-ups, he quickly makes sure his brothers and his mom have been safely guided to one of the cars outside and on their way to the hotel. Harrison and him will shortly follow, after congratulations are made and his girl is back by his side. 

Harrison, who just got done talking to a bodyguard, strolls over to Tom and throws his arm around his shoulder. Any other day and he would be annoyed with his best friend/right-hand man, but he lets it slide because he suddenly sees you motioning him towards the back where they can be together without the worry of people seeing them. 

“Mate, how in the hell did you bag a gal as talented as that? Does she have a sister?” 

Tom elbows him. “Oh, shove off. Let’s go and see her and get back to the hotel.” 

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“Tom!” you jump into his arms, your arms going around his neck as he kisses your face repeatedly. 

“Love, that was amazing,” he slowly puts you down, moving some stray hairs out of your face. “I think a private gym at my place is in order.” 

You laugh, but you’re not entirely sure if he’s joking. He was so in love with you that if you asked him to buy you a building and fill it with gold furniture he would probably oblige. 

Harrison suddenly clears his throat before you guys can get too romantic, and Tom turns you both to face him. 

“Harrison, this is y/n. Y/n, Harrison.” 

“It’s good to finally meet you!” 

Harrison gently shakes your hand, returning your greeting. 

“Really great stuff out there. Hey- do you happen to have a sist-” Tom smacks the back of his head before he can finish. 

“Jesus Tommy, guy can’t ask the lovely lady a question?” he rubs the back of his head, playfully throwing a jab at Tom. 

You giggle, grabbing Tom’s hand. “Where’s the rest of your family?” 

“I sent them back to the hotel love. Wouldn’t want to attract more attention.” He pulls you in for a hug. “Speaking of which, are your ready to head back to go meet them? If you’re tired we can always do it some other time, I wouldn’t want to overwhelm you-” 

You cut him off with a kiss. “I’m fine Tommy. I just need to grab my things and talk to a lady outside who said she wants to sponsor me. I think she’s from Nike, but I don’t want to get my hopes up.” 

“Jesus Christ, you were right Tommy. She’s going to the Olympics. Ay, don’t forget me when you’re handing out tickets,” he points at you and then throws some keys up in the air. “I’ll go start the car, see you lovebirds in a bit.” 

Harrison makes his way out of the locker room, humming the anthem played at the Olympics. 

“You told him I’m going to the Olympics?” 

“I may have been bragging.” He pulls you in for another kiss and laughs. 

“I’ll see you outside. Take your time with Ms. Nike, she may want to just give you the company after seeing your talent.” 

You slap his shoulder and he pinches one of your thighs. “I’ll be back soon! Tell your family I can’t wait to see them!” 

You make your way out of the locker room, Tom staring at you all the while. 

He really didn’t exactly know how he got so lucky with you.

[iwashedmyhand-ofdoubtforthis]

Like a virgin || self

NoThe woman sat on the edge of the cliff with her back to the tree. Trainer knew she was who he was looking for yet he still didn’t want to speak to her. She still had the red stripes in her dark chestnut hair and plump red lips to match. today she had tied it back from her face with a red scarf. Her skirt laid out around her in the grass, her pale skin glistened in the moonlight. She slowly smiled. She had caught his scent. 

“Come here.” She motioned for him with her index finger, but didn’t turn to look at him. she was watching something. He slowly walked up to her with a soft sigh, his knees going weak. She cleared her throat softly, “You can feel it.”

“Yes.” He stood directly behind her and slowly knelt to her eye level. Off in the distance was another cliff, not too far away. A small light came from the beach at its base.

“That is what you seek. Don’t go any further. I beg.” She turned to him. He had tried to avoid looking at her eyes. She was obviously blind, the acid had burned her skin almost as I tears had scarred her cheeks. Her price for her search. With her help he had made it this far. Without her sacrifice he wouldn’t have known where to even find this. Sadly, he had learned the easy way, by her example.

“You know I have to.” He whispered, hugging her for a moment. The water was so clear he could see all the way to the dark black rock of the bottom. His sharp eyes flickered around the entire area and saw no sign of life, no movement, no vegetation. This wasn’ t regular water.

He jumped feet first into the cold. He quickly only felt that. He seemed to sink for so long he lost track of which way was actually up. the bubbles had long since returned to the surface... and gathered there as if something were holding them there. He drifted up and reached above the water to touch the roof of a cave. The rock was above the water only an inch. If he had been a human he would be trapped with no way to actually get any air from the small space above him. He must have sank at an angle and ended up under the cliff face. 

He didn’t turn or spin or even look around too fast, afraid he would end up turned around and lost. As he started to swim the water looked so clear, but above him it seemed almost solid, like a tarp laid in the waves. The only break was the light he had seen from the ciff. He didn’t swim to it. Instead he came close and dove deeper below it. The rock opened below him and started to twist and turn. He knew where he was going. he was always going here. Always meant to be here. He was pulled this way. He dove down deeper and suddenly broke through the water into the air. humans would say that he was disoriented and hadn’t realized he was right side up. He knew better. He started to pull himself out of the water and fell away from it, landing hard on the dark rock, the water rippling above him.

Standing was hard at first. He felt so heavy and it all felt so foggy and he was numb from cold. How could he be numb from cold? Werewolves put off so much body heat they barely felt chilly and vampires were so cold that snow felt warm. He looked to his hands as he shivered and tried to unfurl his wings. 

“You can’t use those here. I’m going to have to take them.“ He didn’t bother looking for where the voice had come from. He knew whose it was. His own. the voice he heard in his head all his life. No. Scratch that. He had been the voice in the head. He had been the soul in hell. He was hearing his other half. 

Blinding pain ripped through his back as his legs gave out. He dropped heavily to his hands and knees, warm blood running down his arms and soaking his shirt through as his shoulder blades felt like they were being hacked open. He started to cry out, his fangs extending. Tears sprung to his eyes as he felt more pain in his face, a harsh hit, so harsh his teeth broke, his fangs shattering. He spit the pieces on the floor. The pain was starting to be too much for him. His bones started to snap and crack and shift, his wolf was taking over, even as his attacker started to slowly peel his claws off of his fingertips. He screamed louder until his voice was taken.

Slowly he laid down, pain just overwhelming him. Until. he felt. Nothing.

Nothing. 

Almost as if he fell asleep. 

He couldn’t fall asleep.... now. Not now. It was important that he didn’t... 

“Daddy. Daddy you can’t sleep here. The horse will run you over. Grandpa told you that.” Trainer opened his eyes, the sun was so bright in his face. He held his hand up to cover his eyes against the light, catching sight of red hair and white dress.

“Adria?” He whispered.

“No, Daddy. Adria is with her husband over seas.” Izzy giggled, taking hold of his hand trying to haul him to his feet.

“Oh, I forgot they were gone. Where has grandpa gone?” He stood slowly, “To see Cassius and his wife?” He let her lead him. Winter was coming early this year so they had been working straight through lunch and having dinner late and even working after dinner. Aaron was exhausted. He couldn’t take a day off even if he wanted to.

“No, he is home. He’s a little angry so I left. I remember you told me to.” She smiled.

“Good girl. How about you take your horse over to uncle Casey? So I can talk to Grandpa.” he said. She nodded and ran off to the stables. Joseph became mean when he was angry but he became cruel if he was drink. Either way he had to go make sure it was safe for izzy to be home. He hadn’t adopted her so that she would be abused by his father. 

Joseph was definitely drunk when Aaron arrived at the old farmhouse. He had flipped the table and was sitting on the counter, beer in hand. He looked up as Aaron came into the room.

“You here to kick me out for looking at Lysandra too agressively?” Joseph scoffed and took a long swig.

“Get out of this house.” Aaron pointed to the door.

“No, Aaron... you need to get out of this house. You need to get out.” Joseph glanced to the basement door.

“No. Get out of my house!” Aaron grabbed him by the shirt.

“This is not your house!” Joseph stood and pressed his chest to Aaron’s, snarling in his face,”I would never leave my house to a faggot.” 

Aaron hauled off and decked him as Cassius and Izzy came in the back door with Adria. Adria pushed Izzy behind herself and Cassius put hands on her shoulders to pull her close to himself.

“Joseph, leave now!” Aaron warned.

“Without your powers, you aren’t strong enough to make me leave.” Izzy seemed to appear in Joseph’s grasp, in a chokehold. Aaron took a step toward them but a wall seemed to have appeared between them.

“Let her go.” he hit the wall and scratched at it.

“that’s why you kept piling everything on, isn’t it? Just kept trying  and trying to make yourself strong enough, good enough, trying to make yourself enough, and you are never enough.” Izzy struggled as Joseph started to strip her.

“Get off of her!” He screamed desperately.

“he is right, Air. You’ve never been enough, have you?” Cassius walked up and picked Aaron up, throwing him hard into the invisible wall between them.

“I am strong enough! I am enough!” Aaron choked.

“Are you?” Joseph laughed as he forced Izzy to her hands and knees, mounting her from behind.

“I am.” Trainer’s eyes started to glow and cassius screamed, covering his eyes and backing away. He slowly stood and turned to his father and backhanded him harshly, grabbing Izzy and pulling her close, using his body to cover her.

“I’ve got you.” Trainer whispered.

“don’t ever leave me again. Please. They are all here all the time and Joseph isn’t the only one that likes to do this to me.” She curled closer making tears spring into Trainer’s eyes. He wanted to save her. He wanted to be there for her.

suddenly there was a flash of blue eyes flickering to black. A promise. Someone who he hadn’t failed and who would always have faith in him. Someone who he had to go home to. 

“I’m sorry.” He pushed her slowly and gently away as she screamed. Cassius grabbed her and bent her over the counter as Joseph stood up and prepared for his turn.

“I can’t base my worth off of others.” He whispered as he reached for the doorknob. 

He woke up in the front yard of their Cabin screaming for Cassius. His mind seemed to be tearing apart over and over and everything burned. The vampire venom started to kill him again, the werewolf venom snapping all of his bones, his wings growing all at once. He screamed for Casey and for Moloch at the top of his lungs.

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This Beast that Rends Me: 11 Apr

A challenger appears! Also, I seem to have all my rigging questions from the last chapter answered, but if you have something to contribute I’m always ready to learn.

Previously: Week One Previously: 8 Apr, 9 Apr, 10 Apr

Chapter Five

Spring’s temper seemed to break in the days that followed, and cloudless skies stretched from the mountains to the wall, visible in the hazy distance. It made the greenhouse warm and close, especially at midday, when Shasi often visited.

She had come in the morning, after their night together. It seemed the responsible thing to do. It also seemed more responsible not to spend her evenings there—however much she wanted to. Still, she could not regret it.

Sometimes they played megalith, but today she was teaching him Triple Triad.

“It’s very popular, you know, in Ul’dah,” she said. “The Platinum Mirage would stage tournaments.” “I can’t imagine why a gambling house would favor it,” he drawled sardonically. “Especially that ‘Plus’ rule you mentioned? It’s impenetrable. Which I’m sure they use to their advantage.” “I wouldn’t know anything about the inherent discomfort of facing an opponent with better insight than you,” Shasi said, grousing playfully in return. “That’s because you’re usually on the dealer’s side of the table,” he told her, reaching out with his long fingers to flip one of her cards. “And then I met you,” she told him, playing to the opposite corner. “And I found myself outmatched.” “I haven’t done it in weeks,” he said, defensive. “I know,” she told him, “but you might. It’s terrifying.” “Really,” he said, laying out a card. “I suppose I would find it liberating. You might, at any moment, come to know anything about me. Why demur, in that case? At least then I have made a choice.” “I don’t want people to see me that way,” Shasi told him. She set her last card down, flipping two of his, and smiled. “A draw,” she said. “Now we each take the cards we claimed in that match and play again until we decide a victor.” “What way?” he asked, taking up the cards and organizing them in his hand. “A relentless interrogator,” Shasi said. “It seems you are relying on being seen that way in your dealings with me,” Zenos said, smirking over the fan of his cards. “And yet you still won’t tell me about the situation in the outer provinces.” “I would, if I knew more. There was discussion of sending me to Dalmasca, as I was sent to Doma.” Shasi only hummed thoughtfully, playing her first card to the corner. “I see.” “They treat me as they treat you,” he said. “A blade to be unleashed as needs be. You’ve told me yourself they don’t tell you everything.” She felt the sting of pity, though it was quickly forgotten as he laid his next card and took hers, subsumed by her momentary annoyance. Shasi opened her mouth, conjuring some retort.

There was a knock on the window, the gentle rap of knuckles against glass. Shasi’s ears pricked up, and she turned her head toward the source of the sound. Thancred stood there, no less familiar despite his absence, and she could feel the way surprise rose upon her face. “You’re not supposed to be here!” Shasi greeted him. “I know,” the rogue said, his voice half-muffled through the glass. She rose from her seat at the table, setting her cards aside. “No, really. You’re not allowed to speak to me.” “No,” Thancred said, a smile twisting his features, “I’m not allowed to speak to you face-to-face after I’ve been briefed. But I haven’t been. Not until tomorrow morning. Let’s talk.” “Later,” she said, teeth catching at the curve of her lip. “Later, then,” he agreed. “Good luck,” he drawled.

Somehow, despite the conservatory allowing her almost a full panorama of the gardens, he seemed to disappear a moment later. She sank back into her seat. “I’m sorry,” she said, dropping her chin onto her fist. “About the interruption.” “A friend of yours?” Zenos asked, in a tone that told her he knew perfectly well. “Thancred recruited me,” she said. “I’d seen him before then, but we didn’t meet until after … after the awakening of my Echo.” “But you were paying attention to him before then.” “I wouldn’t put it that way, exactly,” Shasi said, cautiously setting down a card. “He’s one of the Archons, and he’s rather distinctive. He’d been operating in Ul’dah longer than I’d lived there. People took notice of him. But I suppose I was thinking of … Carteneau.” “You were at Carteneau?” Zenos wondered. He laid his card, and flipped hers. “With my mother,” she said. “We were protecting them. The Archons’ levy.” She tossed another card onto the board. Zenos flipped that too, and she looked down in surprise to see that he’d tabled her. “You’re distracted,” he said, frowning. “We’ll stop for now, and resume tomorrow. I will see you tomorrow?” he asked. “You will,” Shasi promised.

He was right about her distraction, so Shasi sought focus the way she always did. The menagerie was a pleasant enough place for her sword drills: the late afternoon sun was warm but not cloying, and the breeze refreshed her. She could hear the rustle of leaves and the shuffle of her own feet as she moved through the forms. It required an exactitude of movement that meant her focus remained on her weapon. Nothing outside the reach of her sword existed.

So it was a surprise when Thancred stepped into the sphere of her world, turning her blade aside with one of his daggers. “What are you doing here?” she asked, advancing on him, sword at the ready. She struck, and the blow rang as he knocked it aside. “Urianger told me you’d asked for me. I hadn’t imagined it was to help you beat the Viceroy of Ala Mhigo at tarot.” “Triple Triad,” she corrected, taking a step back as he struck, a backhand sweep that made an arc of steel. “All the worse for you, from what I recall watching you play in the Seventh Heaven,” he laughed. She made a swipe with her sword that he caught, and the rasp of steel on steel rung down her blade, catching the rogue’s dagger in the cross guard of her sword. They were inches apart. Shasi reached out, grasping his forearm to hold it away from her body, the tip of his hunting knife kept from her flank as they struggled.

Her blue eyes locked to his—the one that was left him, the other secreted behind his blindfold. She could smell the leather of his garb, the sandalwood of his soap. With a twist of her hand, she forced him to give up his dagger, which fell to the grass beneath their feet. His hand, now freed, locked on her wrist in turn. He was taller than her, and should have had better leverage as they wrestled, but she set her shoulder against his chest and planted her feet.

“You never end it, when you could,” Thancred said. “I don’t know how to pull my blows when it’s magic instead,” she admitted, gritting her teeth. “And you don’t have any. It hardly seems fair.” “Don’t worry about fairness,” he said, and she felt his heel against her calf. Then her knee collapsed, and they fell to the ground, his knife and her sword clattering beside them.

The earth at her back was cool; his body was warmer, and she laughed. “Oh, they’ll sing songs about this for sure,” he said, pushing himself to his knees. “The day I put the Warrior of Light to her back.” Shasi’s face colored, and she quickly sat up so that she could drop her chin, looking down at his boots, watching him stand. He offered her a hand, and she took it, letting him pull her to her feet. He let go a moment later, looking back at the glass panels of the greenhouse.

Shasi followed the line of his gaze. Through the glare of the golden sun, she thought she saw a figure—Zenos—moving inside, as though stepping back from the window. “Has he given you anything?” Thancred asked, all the joviality robbed of his tone. “A bit,” Shasi said, dusting herself down. She flicked her ears, and Thancred leaned over to pick a blade of dried grass from her hair. “Mostly internal politics, but … they kept him ignorant of a lot. I suppose they were afraid of him developing his own agenda.” “He did anyway,” Thancred reminded her. “What about the Resonant? That was his project, one of the few we know about. Has he spoken of it to you?” “No,” Shasi said. “Only briefly.” “Find out what you can,” Thancred said. “Aulus mal Aesina’s research may not have died with him.”

So perhaps he had not come for her after all. “I’ll ask,” Shasi promised, stooping to retrieve her sword and return it to its keeping at her belt. “I’m supposed to produce a precis on it—and on the facility—for the council,” Thancred said. “So the more we know, the better.” “I’ll ask,” Shasi repeated, feeling suddenly distant from him. “He just … tells you things?” Thancred asked, seeming confused. “His thinking seems to be that I could come to know them anyway, thanks to the Echo, so he may as well disclose them and shortcut the whole process,” Shasi said. “At least then he has some semblance of agency in the telling.”

It struck her then how transgressive it was, to see into another’s soul at will. And, as Thancred shrugged, wishing her luck as he retreated from the sunlit lawn, she realized how paradoxically distant it had made her.

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Night 16 of the 31 Nights of Hallowicked

Night 16

Chikara Grand Championship Hallowicked vs Shrynron 

Not My Daughter 

This match comes in during season 15. Hallowicked is six months into his first Grand Championship reign and he has beaten Dasher, Amasis, Oleg, and Ashley Remington. I honestly don’t know much about Shrynron besides what I learned from this match which is he is cool and he is part of Ophidian’s Challenge of the Immortals team. 

This match takes place in one of my favorite venues Chikara the Logan Square. Some of my favorite Chikara matches have happened here the 2016 Cibernetico match, Boomer vs Dasher’s Lucha de Apuesta match, The Young Bucks vs Special Envoy match also took place here. I don’t know what it is that makes me like this venue so much. The white walls and how the large red curtains make it look fancy. Possibly just because Chikara really ups their game whenever they show up in Chicago. 

Shynron talks about how he has “been on the rise like no other and now I plan to bring it home as your new champion.” The fans bang on the ring a classic Chikara tradition that I have gotten to do twice and it is great, highly recommended. 

Hallowicked is out to the ring first. This is current day silver, red and black mask. It is funny to compare this Hallowicked’s ring gear to 2005 when he just had a very ripped shirt. Hallowicked now comes out in a suit of armor and a nonripped shirt.

 Hallowicked kneels and lays his title out in front of him. He barely notices Shynron who according to who music really like Dragon Ball Z, I guess. Hallowicked stands only when Shynron does some insane flip just to enter the ring. Mike Quakenbush on commentary notes how Hallowicked has never faced someone quite like Shynron. 

A very cool Grand Championship graphic appears on the screen. Hallowicked grabs the title from Bryce and holds it up standing on the 2nd turnbuckle while fans boo him. The two start out fast and trading positions to get a waist lock on the other. Shynron snapmares Hallowicked to the ground tries to get him in a submission but Hallowicked gets out. He does a single leg takedown I have seen him do a few times these past few weeks. Shynron rolls out of it and the two standoff. A really fast and fun exchange to kick things off. 

Hallowicked drops Shynron to the ground and tries to get his arm behind his bag but Shynron gets him in a quick roll up for a two. Hallowicked gets an inside cradle but also a two. Hallowicked swipes at the leg and Shynron hits the ground and the two breaks apart to give each other space. 

The two lock hands for a test of strength but neither man gets a clear advantage. Shynron drops down and trips Hallowicked getting him into a submission with one of Hallowicked’s arms and one of his legs wrapped behind his back. Hallowicked reaches back fast and grabs Shynron right by the face getting Shynron off of him. 

The two lock up again and Hallowicked hits a backdrop. Shynron hits a sunset flip and gets a head scissors out of nowhere. Hallowicked leaves the ring and gets hit with a baseball slide. Shynron calls for the fans to move so he can dive but Hallowicked gets out of the way so Shynron goes on the ring apron. He goes to kick Hallowicked in the face but Hallowicked catches the kick and throws Shynron onto his face. Shynron catches himself with his hand on the apron holds himself up in the air and then swings 619 styles into Hallowicked. A very cool looking move. Still on the apron Shynron hits the outside of the turnbuckles and does a flipping cannonball kind of move onto Hallowicked who is still outside. 

Both men are back in the ring Shynron hits an elbow from the apron to the middle of the ring on Hallowicked but only gets a two. Shynron hits a snapmare and then a crucifix but only gets a two. Shynron tosses Hallowicked into the turnbuckle and does a handstand which he hopes to turn into a move but Hallowicked dropkicks him in the stomach. Hallowicked goes for the pin only gets a two. The two lock up again and Synhron gets Hallowicked in a grounded octopus hold. Hallowicked gets a Go To Sleepy Hollow. He throws Shynron into the turnbuckle places him on top and hits the super snapmare. Hallowicked makes an ex with his hands when he lands and then goes for the pin but only get a two. 

Hallowicked has taken over Shynron runs into a boot from Hallowicked and then throws his opponent into the turnbuckle. Pounding him with strikes instead of going for the cover. Syhnron gets up from a two count and hits Hallowicked with strikes but he misses a chop and Hallowicked takes advantage hitting a snapmare and a senton. 

Hallowicked locks Shynron’s head in some type of submission but Syhron gets out and hits the ropes. Hallowicked goes for a Rydeen Bomb but Syhron hits a frankensteiner instead. Then he hits a spin wheel kick on Hallowicked. Both men are both. The fans chant for Syhnron. Bryce starts the ten count Shynron gets up first. They go strike for strike in the middle of the ring. Hallowicked gets a knee to the midsection and then nails Syhnron with strikes. 

Syhnron palm strikes his way back to his feet. The two evade each other attacks for a while and Syhnron hits a slingshot neck breaker. Shynron goes to the apron and hits some slingshot twirling senton looking thing, not even Mike Quackenbush knows what to call it so I don’t feel bad not knowing what it is. Syhnron only gets a two count. 

Syhnron gets Hallowicked in the corner and hits a backhand spring elbows. Hallowicked catches him on the second and hits a Rydeen Bomb onto his opponent. Hallowicked is frustrated one of his go to moves didn’t put his opponent away. Syhnron capitalizes by hitting a backhand spring cutter. But Hallowicked gets away before he can pin. Syhnron locks in a tarantula and then hits a dropkick. Hallowicked is on the outside and Syhnron hits a cartwheel plancha which looks ridiculously cool. Fans chant that was awesome. 

They get back in the ring and Syhnron goes to hit another back handspring something but Hallowicked sees it coming. Hallowicked hit GraveYard Smash which is pretty rare for him to hit. He only gets a two. Hallowicked tries to hit the super snapmare but Syhnron lands on his feet and charges at Hallowicked. He eats a big boot but Syhnron hits a Pele kick. Shynron hits a 450 splash from the second rope. 

Shynron tries for another high flying move but Hallowicked gest out of the way. Shyron instead hits the dragon twist. Hallowicked ends up in one corner. Shynron gets in the other corner and he hits a dive across the entire ring. A truly unbelievable spot I don’t think I have ever seen anyone do before not enough to put Hallowicked away. 

Hallowicked hits a Never Wake Up and it is all over.

[lesbianrewrites]

Blood of Olympus - Chapter 43

*disclaimer* This is a project done for fun, and none of these characters/works belong to me. I do not claim to own any of the material on this page. This is a Lesbian edit of The Blood of Olympus by Rick Riordan. Chapters will be posted every day at 10am EST. Google doc version can be found here. The chapter can also be found under the cut. Enjoy!

PIPER WATCHED IN HORROR as the giant king rose to his full height – almost as tall as the temple columns. His face looked just as Piper remembered – green as bile, with a twisted sneer, his seaweed-coloured hair braided with swords and axes taken from dead demigods.

He loomed over the captives, watching them wriggle. ‘They arrived just as you foresaw, Enceladus! Well done!’

Piper’s old enemy bowed his head, braided bones clattering in his dreadlocks. ‘It was simple, my king.’

The flame designs gleamed on his armour. His spear burned with purplish fire. He only needed one hand to hold his captive. Despite all of Penny Jackson’s power, despite everything she had survived, in the end she was helpless against the sheer strength of the giant – and the inevitability of the prophecy.

‘I knew these two would lead the assault,’ Enceladus continued. ‘I understand how they think. Athena and Poseidon … they were just like these children! They both came here thinking to claim this city. Their arrogance has undone them!’

Over the roar of the crowd, Piper could barely hear herself think, but she replayed Enceladus’s words: these two would lead the assault. Her heart raced.

The giants had expected Penny and Annabeth. They didn’t expect her.

For once, being Piper McLean, the daughter of Aphrodite, the one nobody took seriously, might play to her advantage.

Annabeth tried to say something, but the giantess Periboia shook her by the neck. ‘Shut up! None of your silver-tongued trickery!’

The princess drew a hunting knife as long as Piper’s sword. ‘Let me do the honours, Father!’

‘Wait, Daughter.’ The king stepped back. ‘The sacrifice must be done properly. Thoon, destroyer of the Fates, come forward!’

The wizened grey giant shuffled into sight, holding an oversized meat cleaver. He fixed his milky eyes on Annabeth.

Penny shouted. At the other end of the Acropolis, a hundred yards away, a geyser of water shot into the sky.

King Porphyrion laughed. ‘You’ll have to do better than that, daughter of Poseidon. The earth is too powerful here. Even your father wouldn’t be able to summon more than a salty spring. But never fear. The only liquid we require from you is your blood!’

Piper scanned the sky desperately. Where was the Argo II?

Thoon knelt and touched the blade of his cleaver reverently against the earth.

‘Mother Gaia …’ His voice was impossibly deep, shaking the ruins, making the metal scaffold resonate under Piper’s feet. ‘In ancient times, blood mixed with your soil to create life. Now, let the blood of these demigods return the favour. We bring you to full wakefulness. We greet you as our eternal mistress!’

Without thinking, Piper leaped from the scaffolding. She sailed over the heads of the Cyclopes and ogres, landed in the centre of the courtyard and pushed her way into the circle of giants. As Thoon rose to use his cleaver, Piper slashed upward with her sword. She took off Thoon’s hand at the wrist.

The old giant wailed. The cleaver and severed hand lay in the dust at Piper’s feet. She felt her Mist disguise burn away until she was just Piper again – one girl in the midst of an army of giants, her jagged bronze blade like a toothpick compared to their massive weapons.

‘WHAT IS THIS?’ Porphyrion thundered. ‘How dare this weak, useless creature interrupt?’

Piper followed her gut. She attacked.

Piper’s advantages: she was small, she was quick, and she was absolutely insane. She drew her knife Katoptris and threw it at Enceladus, hoping she wouldn’t hit Penny by accident. She veered aside without witnessing the results, but, judging from the giant’s painful howl, she’d aimed well.

Several giants ran at her at once. Piper dodged between their legs and let them bash their heads together.

She wove through the crowd, jabbing her sword into dragon-scale feet at every opportunity and yelling, ‘RUN! RUN AWAY!’ to sow confusion.

‘NO! STOP HER!’ Porphyrion shouted. ‘KILL HER!’

A spear almost impaled her. Piper swerved and kept running. It’s just like capture the flag, she told herself. Only the enemy team is all thirty feet tall.

A huge sword sliced across her path. Compared to her sparring practice with Hazel, the strike was ridiculously slow. Piper leaped over the blade and zigzagged towards Annabeth, who was still kicking and writhing in Periboia’s grip. Piper had to free her friend.

Unfortunately, the giantess seemed to anticipate her plan.

‘I think not, demigod!’ Periboia yelled. ‘This one bleeds!’

The giantess raised her knife.

Piper screamed in charmspeak: ‘MISS!’

At the same time, Annabeth kicked up with her legs to make herself a smaller target.

Periboia’s knife passed beneath Annabeth’s legs and stabbed the giantess’s own palm.

‘OWWW!’

Periboia dropped Annabeth – alive, but not unscathed. The dagger had sliced a nasty gash across the back of her thigh. As Annabeth rolled away, her blood soaked into the earth.

The blood of Olympus, Piper thought with dread.

But she couldn’t do anything about that. She had to help Annabeth.

Piper lunged at the giantess. Her jagged blade suddenly felt ice cold in her hands. The surprised giantess glanced down as the sword of the Boread pierced her gut. Frost spread across her bronze breastplate.

Piper yanked out her sword. The giantess toppled backwards – steaming white and frozen solid. Periboia hit the ground with a thud.

‘My daughter!’ King Porphyrion levelled his spear and charged.

But Penny had other ideas.

Enceladus had dropped her … probably because the giant was busy staggering around with Piper’s knife embedded in his forehead, ichor streaming into his eyes.

Penny had no weapon – perhaps her sword had been confiscated or lost in the fighting – but she didn’t let that stop her. As the giant king ran towards Piper, Penny grabbed the tip of Porphyrion’s spear and forced it down into the ground. The giant’s own momentum lifted him off his feet in an unintentional pole-vault manoeuvre and he flipped over onto his back.

Meanwhile Annabeth dragged herself across the ground. Piper ran to her side. She stood over her friend, sweeping her blade back and forth to keep the giants at bay. Cold blue steam now wreathed her blade.

‘Who wants to be the next Popsicle?’ she yelled, channelling anger into her charmspeak. ‘Who wants to go back to Tartarus?’

That seemed to hit a nerve. The giants shuffled uneasily, glancing at the frozen body of Periboia.

And why shouldn’t Piper intimidate them? Aphrodite was the most ancient Olympian, born of the sea and the blood of Ouranos. She was older than Poseidon or Athena or even Zeus. And Piper was her daughter.

More than that, she was a McLean. Her father had come from nothing. Now he was known all over the world. The McLeans didn’t retreat. Like all Cherokee, they knew how to endure suffering, keep their pride and, when necessary, fight back. This was the time to fight back.

Forty feet away, Penny bent over the giant king, trying to yank a sword from the braids of his hair. But Porphyrion wasn’t as stunned as he let on.

‘Fools!’ Porphyrion backhanded Penny like a pesky fly. The daughter of Poseidon flew into a column with a sickening crunch.

Porphyrion rose. ‘These demigods cannot kill us! They do not have the help of the gods. Remember who you are!’

The giants closed in. A dozen spears were pointed at Piper’s chest.

Annabeth struggled to her feet. She retrieved Periboia’s hunting knife, but she could barely stand upright, much less fight. Each time a drop of her blood hit the ground it bubbled, turning from red to gold.

Penny tried to stand, but she was obviously dazed. She wouldn’t be able to defend herself.

Piper’s only choice was to keep the giants focused on her.

‘Come on, then!’ she yelled. ‘I’ll destroy you all myself if I have to!’

A metallic smell of storm filled the air. All the hairs on Piper’s arms stood up.

‘The thing is,’ said a voice from above, ‘you don’t have to.’

Piper’s heart could’ve floated out of her body. At the top of the nearest colonnade stood Jessica, her sword gleaming gold in the sun. Frances stood at her side, her bow ready. Hazel sat astride Arion, who reared and whinnied in challenge.

With a deafening blast, a white-hot bolt arced from the sky, straight through Jessica’s body as she leaped, wreathed in lightning, at the giant king.

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Have you done so I can feel something? 🥺

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I honestly didn't remember what this was until I opened it 😅 So I Can Feel Something is a 5 + 1 about Anakin being extremely touch-starved and obsessing over all the ways Obi-Wan touches him in non-sexual ways and basically developing a complex about it. I only have one of the times written so far so here is a snippet from a sparring scene.

Anakin’s arm aches with the memory of each block, bruises beginning to form like growing shadows under his skin. Obi-Wan’s touch imprinted upon him that lasts longer than the impact. He is developing a craving for them, the tender blooms of blood beneath his skin that he presses with hesitant fingers in the night when he is alone in the nest of his bed, wishing there was someone to hold him.  He settles for this.  Obi-Wan ducks fluidly beneath Anakin’s high kick, popping back up to deliver a strike just above the elbow. It hurts, Anakin is always tender there, but the adrenaline drowns it out and all he feels is the euphoric high of the brief contact of the calloused edge of his Master’s palm.  Before Obi-Wan can pull away, Anakin grabs his forearm with his left hand, warm skin almost searing his palm. He wants to trace the veins and arteries that are being crushed beneath his grip, follow their blue lines up to the sensitive hollow of the elbow, over the swell of strong biceps, along the sensual curve of his shoulder to the elegant column of his neck so he can pull his Master in, close and intimate.  Instead, he yanks, trying to unseat Obi-Wan’s strong stance, twisting. Obi-Wan springs, agile and acrobatic from his years of studying Ataru, and flips when Anakin demands but under his own terms, landing light on his feet and reversing the hold until Anakin is at his mercy. It takes only seconds for his feet to be knocked asunder, falling out from under him so he drops like a stone. He falls prone, Obi-Wan coming down atop of him, knees on either side of his body.  Shameful arousal spreads like blood in the water between the cradle of his hips. How many nights has he spent, helplessly grinding into his mattress and imagining the protective weight of Obi-Wan pressed above him, pinning him like he pins him now? Instinct screams for him to lay still, to let his Master grind into his ass, location be damned. He uses better judgment and struggles, trying to unseat Obi-Wan to no avail until his Master has effectively immobilized him with a powerful arm beneath his chin, forcing Anakin to bow his back as he’s pulled into an effective hold, the iron grip on his wrist the Obi-Wan pins to the small of his back the final nail in the coffin of this fight. “It is imperative that you do not block the airway,” Obi-Wan explains, not even out of breath, his voice intimately close to Anakin’s ear. His tone is clinical and instructing, but there is a twinge of a smile in the shape of his vowels. “We must always strive to do the least amount of damage to our opponents, whoever they are. Padawan Skywalker here is very well-behaved but when you are on missions, many of your foes will not be so accommodating.”  His Master is always so good at delivering backhanded compliments, the kind that makes him squirm with both shame at the position he’s been forced into and pride at being called well-behaved.