#bianca did NOTHING wrong NOTHING

[mediumgayitalian]

some of y’all bitches are NAAAASSTYYYY to twelve year old bianca di angelo and like we can fight about it

[puriteenism]

Not a bianca di angelo apologist bc there's nothing to apologise for btw

[thepicklekingog]

javi and travis are just regulus and sirius. will and jonathan. evan and pandora. mikey and carmy. bianca and nico. luke and annabeth. georgie and bill.

[audible-smiles]

truly SO indignant on Armand's behalf that Marius was alive the whole time and didn't even bother to write him a fucking letter. he know full well that a satanic cult got his fledgling but chose to procrastinate and dick around for over a century before checking on him and then when he does he’s like “oh, he’s an evil cult guy now, unhot" and LEAVES without even saying hello, like excuse me bitch??? Armand thinks you DIED and he’s so so sad about it. clearly this is not this guy's biggest crime but the disrespect is staggering. I'm afraid to read his wretched book because then I'll have to be pissed off on behalf of Bianca also and I don't know that I could handle any more indignation.

[goldensunset]

insane levels of swag

[lyricalchrysanthemum]

Sometimes I think about what a hypothetical pokemashe fandom would be like and then immediately put that thought away

[cynthiav06]

I have had up to here with people blaming Percy for absolutely no reason. How the hell is any of it his fault? Percy was all for saving Nico from the jar and agreed to help immediately. Don't spread misinformation. That scene and all scenes, including Nico's situations, involved Percy agreeing and worrying each time. Here are a few of those scenes. It's not all there's more, but these are the key ones:

Not the part about Sammy – that was still too painful to say out loud – but she told them about Gaia’s offer of a fake life, and the goddess’s claim that she’d captured her brother, Nico. Hazel didn’t want to keep that to herself. She was afraid the despair would overwhelm her. Percy rubbed his shoulders. His lips were blue. ‘You – you saved me, Hazel. We’ll figure out what happened to Nico, I promise.’ (Son of Neptune, Chapter 41)

I think my dad is turning a blind eye. I think ��� I think he wants me to find Nico.’ ‘We’ll find your brother,’ Percy promised. ‘As soon as the ship gets here, we’ll sail for Rome.’ (Son of Neptune, Chapter 52)

Huddled next to it was a dejected looking boy in tattered jeans, a black shirt, and an old aviator jacket. On his right hand, a silver skull ring glittered. “Nico,” Percy called. But the son of Hades couldn’t hear him. The container was completely sealed. The air was turning poisonous. Nico’s eyes were closed, his breathing shallow. He appeared to be meditating. His face was pale, and thinner than Percy remembered (…) “Nico,” Percy said, “where is this place? We’ll save you.…” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 13)

“He disappeared.” Hazel moistened her lips. “I’m afraid…I’m not sure, but I think something’s happened to him.” “We’ll look for him,” Percy promised. “We have to find the Doors of Death anyway.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 3)

Percy pointed at Piper’s dagger. “Tiberinus said you could find Nico’s location…you know, with that.” Piper bit her lip. The last thing she wanted to do was check Katoptris for more terrifying images. “I’ve tried,” she said. “The dagger doesn’t always show what I want to see. In fact, it hardly ever does.” “Please,” Percy said. “Try again.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 41)

He told them about his dream—the twin giants planning a reception for them in an underground parking lot with rocket launchers; Nico di Angelo trapped in a bronze jar, slowly dying from asphyxiation with pomegranate seeds at his feet. Hazel choked back a sob. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 14)

Piper dropped the blade. “What’s wrong?” Jason asked. “It was showing us something.” Piper felt like the boat was back on the ocean, rocking under her feet. “We can’t go there.” Percy frowned. “Piper, Nico is dying. We’ve got to find him. Not to mention, Rome is about to get destroyed.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 41)

“We should wait for the others,” she said. “Hazel, Frank, and Leo should be back soon.” “We can’t wait,” Percy insisted. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 41)

The vision zoomed in again. Inside the jar, Nico di Angelo was curled in a ball, no longer moving, all the pomegranate seeds eaten. “We’re too late,” Jason said. “No,” Percy said. “No, I can’t believe that. Maybe he’s gone into a deeper trance to buy time. We have to hurry.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 41)

Otis trudged over to the dais, stopping occasionally to do a plié. He knocked over the jar, the lid popped off, and Nico di Angelo spilled out. The sight of his deathly pale face and too-skinny frame made Percy’s heart stop. Percy couldn’t tell whether he was alive or dead. He wanted to rush over and check, but Ephialtes stood in his way. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)

At Otis’s feet, Nico shuddered. Percy felt like a hellhound hamster wheel somewhere in his chest had started moving again. At least Nico was alive. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)

Jason and Piper closed ranks on either side of Percy (…)“We’re here,” Percy said, which sounded kind of obvious once he had said it. “Let our friend go.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)

“Okay.” Percy decided not to comment on the Hawaiian shirt. “Now, about our friend…” “Oh, him,” Ephialtes sneered. “We were going to let him finish dying in public, but he has no entertainment value. He’s spent days curled up sleeping. What sort of spectacle is that? Otis, tip over the jar.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)

Percy was ready to slice this giant in half and get out of there, but Otis was standing over Nico. If a battle started, Nico was in no condition to defend himself. Percy needed to buy him some recovery time.  (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)

Percy glanced over at Nico, who was just starting to move. Percy wanted him to be at least conscious enough to crawl out of the way when the fighting started. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)

This was all despite the fact that Nico knew who Percy was and that he needed help when he was amnesiac and in Camp Jupiter and didn't do anything. [Look at it from Percy's perspective. He has helped Nico in the past and considers Nico a friend, and still, when he was at his lowest with no memory and in middle of nowhere fighting for his life or in enemy territory, Nico did little to help. Sure, maybe he couldn't reveal himself, but he still could have tried to help instead of just pretending he didn't know Percy and them avoiding him. Even if there was nothing Nico could do there, look at it from Percy's or even a general perspective and tell me it doesn't look wrong]

Also, the whole Percy promised to save Bianca to Nico is fundamentally incorrect. Percy knew the quest was hard, and there would be losses. He promised to do his best. And he did. It was not enough, but it is in no way Percy's fault. Even Bianca herself knew that. Stop projecting on her with your own opinions.

Also, remember Percy himself was 13 years old; a child himself who had to tell another child his sister was dead. As if Chiron shouldn't be doing that himself and taking responsibility. Percy did the hard thing and Nico obviously a child snapped at him and ran. He ran. None of them are wrong and neither of them should be blamed.

Mind you, Percy took the prophecy upon himself to protect Nico. He also kept Nico's parentage a secret from Chiron, someone Percy greatly respects out of care and protection for Nico. He looked everywhere for Nico and never once blamed him for some of the choices he made. In fact, despite having not been at fault, HE STILL TOOK RESPONSIBILITY FOR ALL OF IT AND FOR NICO HIMSELF.

Percy was the first to try and understand Nico, didn't blame him, didn't even get angry, and did everything to help, and YOU ARE BLAMING HIM?

Bianca was perfectly right to speak to Nico in front of Percy and ask him to forgive Percy, of course she would. Percy Jackson who owed them nothing and bore no responsibility for them did everything to take care of them and protect them and did so to Nico even when he switched sides and was actively trying to kill Percy. Tell me someone else who would be able to look past that? No one but Percy did. He literally went above and beyond for Nico and even included him IN HIS ONE WISH IN WHICH HE COULD HAVE ASKED ANYTHING HE WANTED BUT CHOSE TO ASK SOMETHING FOR OTHERS, FOR NICO DESPITE EVERYTHING THAT HAD HAPPENED.

You all just need someone to blame, and everyone just picks Percy; the one character who has literally nothing to do with half of the accusations against him. It's almost funny how far people go to implicate Percy in stuff he had no involvement and, in fact, did everything in his power to help with.

i think bianca di angelo would be so furious that they lost nico after she died. that he was able to just run away and get manipulated. (i know they looked for him, but *still*.) even though she was promised the camp would be a safe and accepting place for him. and dont get me started on how mad she’d be that the 7 (except hazel, of course, my angel) hesitated to save nico from that jar.

[lizbethborden]

I know that there were many and extensive harmful practices extant under the kink umbrella before this, but something in me wonders if the current "consent as a magic bullet" state of things is in some ways a response to the big push on consent education in the public mainstream. Neil Gaiman anxiously texting his victim to obtain confirmation that what he did wasn't rape--a magic bullet to erase his wrongdoing and act of violation, the magical words of "I consent(ed)." Arguments that Bianca Censori has a humiliation or exhibitionism kink she is consensually practicing with Kanye, because if she is saying "yes" to him, then that means he isn't doing anything wrong. You could even point to those "exit interview" scenes that turn up at the end of porn videos now where the woman involved gushes to the camera about how fun the scene was and that she loved it. Because she said "yes", because she spoke the magic words, that means there's nothing wrong here. Once it became clear in basic public understanding that "no means no," all violation became acceptable once the magic spell of "yes" was uttered. This is of course the patriarchal endgame, which relies on women's coerced consent to our oppression, relies on lying to itself and us that we secretly "want it."

[covenofagatha]

Would it be possible to do a part 2 to knocked up and turned on? Where readers further along in the pregnancy and is trying to decorate the nursery but the shade of the paint is off and nothings going according to plan. So Agatha comes to the rescue with her hands. Can it include fingering, hand kink, lactation kink, pregnancy kink and anything else you desire!

Listening to Evermore while writing this was such a funny choice

I'm also planning on having a part 3 for this too so should they have a boy or a girl?

Knocked up and turned on (Part 2)

Word count: 2100

Warnings: hand kink, fingering, lactation kink, pregnancy kink, mommy kink, fluff

“Fuck!” You exclaim, throwing down the paint brush, pinching the bridge of your nose. 

Your wife rushes into the room, having just got home from work, to find you blinking back tears. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” She asks gently, rubbing your back. 

You gesture at the wall that you were trying to paint. All there is right now is three swatches on an otherwise white wall. At four months pregnant, the hormones are a bit wild. “I told the worker that I wanted eggplant purple and this is clearly imperial! And I can’t build the crib and the stupid mobile won’t stay up, and nothing is going right!” You take a deep breath after your outburst, feeling a little better at getting your frustration off your chest. 

Agatha has been working as usual, and to make yourself a little less stir-crazy while waiting for her to come home every day, you’ve taken it upon yourself to start decorating the nursery for your unborn baby. 

You came up with a design for the big wall in the room: a purple background with green and black trees. You had ordered a crib online after countless hours of reading up on which brand was the safest. And you were determined to put together your own mobile. Other furniture and accessories that you had acquired were littered around the room.

Maybe you have been a little obsessive lately, especially considering you’re only halfway into the pregnancy, but you needed a project and you wanted everything to be perfect. 

And of course, everything is ruined. But Agatha just shushes you, hugging your back to her front, arms crossed protectively over your belly, and kisses your head. “When we have our little James or Amelia, it’s not going to matter what shade of purple the nursery is. All that’s going to matter is that we have our own bundle of joy that we get to love and spoil and be there for.” 

You sigh and nod. Rationally, you know she’s right. And then your nose wrinkles. “Did we decide on Amelia if it’s a girl? I thought we liked Harper.” The baby name debate had taken up many an evening at the Harkness house. You both liked the name ‘James,’ but had gone back and forth on girls’ names.

“Mm, we did, but then I changed it,” Agatha hums and you chuckle. She sways lightly with you and you just enjoy the feeling of her. 

“I guess you’re right,” you concede. “Imperial and eggplant are basically the same shade. Even though–” 

“It looks perfect, baby,” Agatha cuts you off before you can go down that rabbit hole again. “Why don’t you get off your feet for a bit? I can take over.” 

“Are you sure? You just got home, I’m sure you’re exhausted,” you say, able to feel the tenseness in her body. 

But she kisses your earlobe this time. “Nonsense. You’re the one carrying our child. James or…Bianca?” 

You shake your head. “Even worse.” She laughs and nudges you towards the green rocking chair in the corner. It had been a gift from your parents and you couldn’t wait to sit in it with your baby and read them a story or hold them until they fell asleep. 

Settling into the chair, you watch Agatha pick up the roller brush, run it through the tray a few times, and begin to paint the wall with purple. It’s hypnotizing to watch her arm move methodically like that, just up and down. Her fingers are so tightly gripped around the handle that you can see every vein in her left hand. 

Your mouth runs dry. 

You’ve completely forgotten about the wrong shade of the paint. 

“After this, I can take a look at the crib, yeah? Maybe it’ll be easier with two people. And what were you using to hang the mobile?” Agatha asks absentmindedly, dipping the brush back into the paint and going back over the faded stripes she just made. 

You clear your throat to tear your mind out of the gutter. Your wife is trying to be helpful. “Yeah, help with the crib would be good. I was trying to use string to hang it from the ceiling, but I don’t think it’s strong enough. Every time it just came crashing down.” You look over to where you had left it in a heap on the floor and feel the anger start to come back.

“It’s okay, we’ll figure it out,” Agatha reassures. “See, this doesn’t look too bad, does it?” She’s painted a good chunk of the wall and you tilt your head to judge it. 

“No,” you have to admit. “I think it looks good.” You can see Agatha beaming as she keeps rolling the brush. 

After a few more minutes, she has to switch hands and you watch, absolutely transfixed, as she flexes the fingers on her left hand to stretch them out. 

Suddenly, all you can think about are her long fingers, perfectly trimmed nails, the pale skin tight over her bluish veins, the way her knuckles pop when she curls into a fist. And then memories of her hand wrapped around your throat, playing with your nipples, sliding inside you, 

Fuck. 

You must make a small sound because she stops what she’s doing and turns around to face you. “You alright?” Concern is evident on her face, and you blush at her being worried. 

Nope, you’re incredibly fucking turned on. Being pregnant has done wonders for your libido, and Agatha is never one to deny you anything.  

“Yeah, I’m good,” you say, trying to brush off suspicion, but she walks over and crouches down in front of you. You have to bite back a whimper. 

“Hon, is it the baby?” She asks carefully, trying to keep the alarm out of her voice. 

You sigh, knowing there’s no way out of this. “No, the baby’s all good, it’s just, um, watching you paint has made me a little…” You trail off, hoping she catches your drift, but she just raises an eyebrow. The corners of her lips are tugging up ever so slightly though, so you know she just wants you to say it. “Turned on.” It’s barely a whisper but she hears it. 

“Oh, yeah?” 

Your cheeks burn and you nod. “Yeah. But it’s okay, you’re painting.” But she tuts, stands up, and offers you the hand you couldn’t stop staring at. 

“The nursery can wait. We have five more months to paint that damn wall,” Agatha practically growls, delicately pushing you against the white dresser that you had also picked out this week. Her hands push up under your shirt and you gasp at the feeling of her warm hands on your skin. 

Her mouth devours yours, tongue licking into your mouth, and you wrap your arms around her neck to pull her even closer. She slots a thigh between yours and you grind on it, already sensitive. 

Another plus from being pregnant: it takes you no time at all to get soaked and ready. You can feel her half-hardened cock in her pants and you shift so that your leg brushes against it and she groans. 

“What do you want, baby?” She says, lips still against yours, and your fingers entangle in her hair. 

“Your hand, please,” you beg, not even caring how desperate you sound. You need those long fingers inside you, filling you perfectly. 

She chuckles breathlessly and tugs at the hem of your shirt and you lift your arms so she can take it off. Agatha quickly reaches behind you to unclasp your bra and she steps back to admire your body. 

“You are so fucking hot,” she says, heat in her ragged voice, and it causes a thrill to spike through you. “Look at you, full with my child.” Her hands come up to rub at the slight curve of your belly and she shudders like it physically has too much effect on her. 

And then her fingers slide up to knead your already-swollen breasts and your head drops back with a moan. They’ve been so sensitive lately and Agatha fully knows this. Her lips drop to your bare chest to nip and suck and all of a sudden, something happens. 

Warmth, and then the tingling sensation of pins and needles, fills your breasts. You gasp and Agatha jerks back. You move her hands out of the way and squeeze your nipples instinctively to try to ease the feeling. 

Drops of milk dribble out and Agatha moans like she’s never seen anything so hot. Before you can say anything, her mouth is back on you, tugging and sucking at your nipple and it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. 

Your entire body is throbbing. It’s like there’s a line running from your nipples to cunt, and it’s on fire. 

“Agatha, Mommy, please,” you gasp, the pet name having become so much more of a turn-on for her now that she’s actually going to be one. “I need you, please, fuck me.” 

She switches to your other nipple, drawing out the little bit of milk that you’ve produced, and her left hand slides down to tease the waistband of your shorts. 

You need her too bad so you don’t hesitate before reaching down and shoving them down, along with your drenched underwear. You kick them off and grab her wrist, leading her exactly where you need her. 

Your wife chuckles, but it turns into a hot gasp when she realizes just how wet you are. 

“Fuck, baby, watching me paint really got to you,” Agatha remarks, lips still against your breasts, and you nod breathlessly. 

“I like your hands,” is all you can say because she slides a finger into you and it makes your brain go fuzzy. 

She starts with a slow pace at first, curling up and hitting exactly where you need her, but she starts to pick it up when you start panting more and more. She easily slips another finger into you, setting a bruising pace, and you’re already so close. 

“God, hon, you feel so good around, you’re so fucking hot,” she groans and you clench in response at her praise. “You look so fucking hot being pregnant.” 

You practically sob in pleasure when Agatha’s thumb starts to play with your clit and she forces a third finger inside. When she leans back down to suck at your nipples again, drawing one into her mouth and suckling on it, a strangled cry escapes from your mouth and a feeling more intense than anything you’ve ever felt builds in your lower gut. 

“Mommy,” you whine and she curves her fingers just right, harshly scraping her teeth against your nipple, and the dam breaks, pleasure exploding through your entire body. 

Your mind goes blank. 

Agatha’s chuckles are what bring you back down to earth and you open your eyes to find splatters of liquid all over her clothes. You gasp and reach out to pat it while her fingers lazily move in and out of you. 

“Did I…?” 

“Squirt all over me?” She finishes for you, wearing the biggest grin you’ve ever seen. “Yes, baby. You certainly did.” 

You swear under your breath and she pulls out of you. You grab her wrist and bring her fingers to your mouth, swirling your tongue around them, bobbing your head up and down them like it’s her cock, and you watch her eyes darken even more. 

You’re about to offer to return the favor, but before you can, she wraps her arms around you in the tenderest hug you’ve ever had. 

“I cannot wait to have this baby with you,” she says softly and it almost makes you fall apart. 

You smile into her neck. “Even if it’s a girl and we don’t name her Amelia?” You joke and she laughs. 

“We can name them whatever you want, hon. As long as we’re all together, it won’t matter.” 

“I love you,” you whisper, turning the embrace into a one-armed hug so you both can look at the half painted wall. 

Agatha says it back, leaning her head against yours. “You know, I actually don’t like this color at all,” she says, and you look up at her in surprise. She smiles, able to feel your questioning gaze. “You asked for eggplant, and this is imperial, so let’s go back and get the right kind. What my baby wants, my baby gets.” 

[blackcatsandlockets]

Person: Who's your least favourite Marauders era character?

Me: I like everyone except Peter Pettigrew.

Person: Who's your least favourite Percy Jackson character?

Me: I like everyone except Octavian.

Person: Who's your least favourite character in your favourite book?

Me: I like everyone M. and Mme. Thénardier.

Person: Who's your least favourite character in your favourite TV show?

Me: Chloé Bourgeois. Wait no, Lila Rossi. Wait no, Colt Fathom. Wait no, Tomoe Tsurugi. Wait no, Gabriel Agreste. Wait no-

Person: .....

Person: who's your favourite Marauders era character?

Me: Regulus Black.

Person: who's your favourite Percy Jackson character?

Me: Nico di Angelo.

Person: who's your favourite character in your favourite TV show?

Me: Félix Fathom.

Person: who's your favourite character in your favourite book?

Me: Jean Valjean. But I kin Éponine Thénardier. But I talk about Marius Pontmercy the most.

Person: ......

[g0thnico]

Many would think that in order to attract Hades, Maria di Angelo would do something morbid or that her family would own a funeral home, but they are completely wrong. Coming from a long line of florists, Maria di Angelo inherited the business and sold flowers in Venice. Because her shop was close to a local cemetery, it was very common for her to buy flowers to leave on the graves of loved ones, and she always grew some especially for her parents and dead relatives.

Nico and Bianca did not fall behind in the family tradition, they spent hours on end tending to the garden with their mother, getting dirty in the dirt and even walking through the cemetery while Maria prayed for the deceased. Bianca was more interested in studying about all this, about the earth, flowers, jewelry and this enchanted her even though it was not common for women to study. Nico, on the other hand, didn't care much about the meaning of things, he just read the biography of each tomb they found and thought about the premature deaths of some of them.

People would say that Nico was the weirder of the two, but that's not true. Bianca, equally weird, was a weird child and too smart for her age, skeptical and uninterested in boys, unlike how a girl should be. Her younger brother was restless, always skipping school to play a card game that no one else knew about, he was interested in strange things and nothing caught his attention more than ancient Greek heroes, monsters and other mythological creatures. He never chose statues of princesses, always the brave heroes in skirts, the so-called foustanellas.

Nico felt strange from time to time, a twinge in his brain, a chill down his spine or butterflies in his stomach. The funny thing is that every time this happened, some fatal accident would appear in the newspaper. Always involving people he knew. But it must just be a coincidence.

Bianca felt none of that, no strange feelings or visions of something beyond human, so she never understood any of her brother's interests in monsters, or how he managed to know where all the dead rats scattered around the school grounds were, much less how Nico couldn't read books as easily as she could.

When they were children they understood each other perfectly, Bianca spoke, Nico obeyed. They always walked behind each other, shared things and adults certainly confused them when they were babies more than once. Almost like twins, if they weren't two years apart they could disguise themselves as each other without raising suspicion.

Maybe they could have been the same age. Maybe they could have looked exactly the same.

If she were still alive.

[biancadoes1]

FAVE ANON HERE 🤍

First things first -

“OMG VIP MEET AND GREET TSWIFT TICKETS FOR HER NEXT TOUR 😱😱😱” - I consider this a binding contract. You might understand that more BIANCA if you did your LSAT studying. 😉

Now to matters at hand -

I hear people have been checking in with Bianca to see where I stand these days. You can all rest assured that I am firmly planted in the same place you last heard from me. The same place I’ve been firmly planted since last summer. While I’ve had some slight shifts over time in my “whys” or “hows” of the current situation, I never doubt my “what” and for that matter I actually have a fairly solid “why and how” theory that I’ve been continuously throwing around since last summer and every month it seems to grow more solid in its foundation.

Did my vague-ness of that last paragraph confuse you? Simple terms: N & L are together. And why is it so secret? Well that’s a theory for me to know and you to maybe find out one day. That’s it. Those close to me know what the theory is.

It all comes down to knowing how to keep things in the group chat. 😏

With that being said, I have an observation of the fandom that I need to make express. People talk crap about the Jackholes and Tif & Co for being “stalkers” or “invasive” and “not respecting privacy” but why are we not casting as much ire on the Lukolas who are exhibiting the exact same behavior. The ones who are so desperate to “break the news” that they run to Twitter or TikTok or Tumblr to post something without thinking it through. The ones who are seeing research in discord servers and posting to their platforms. The ones who are delivering news of a personal nature about Nicola or Luke on their blogs without blinking an eye - and most importantly - reporting it as fact without any of us ever knowing that it is actually fact.

I understand that you online platform is your own personal forum and no one here is trying to police you but I implore everyone to take a step back and look in the mirror. This behavior is no different from the Jackholes and if you support it than I never wanna hear you talk down on Tif and her friends again.

While I’m on the subject of talking down - can we cut the crap on the Nicola hate? I’m sorry but Jake is gay. I’m also sorry but Jake is her friend and he’s not a character that will be written off the show. If he face “triggers” you or causes a “jumpscare” please unfollow him and his friends. And no, Nicola is not a bad person when you see her hanging out with them. There is nothing wrong with a “single” 38 year old woman having friends in their mid 20s. Let’s be honest, at this point most of yall are spewing hate at her because you believe something about her that certain online creators are stating as fact and so it’s hurting your brain to see her out and about so often. THIS IS WHY WE DONT BLINDLY BELIEVE THEORIES. And regardless, it’s her life. If it bothers you that much then please move on from the fandom.

The amount of judgment in this fandom from people regarding who Nic and Luke hang around. I would like each of you to submit the following: a detailed history of your romantic relationships, a detailed history or your friendships, and a picture of yourself (not a pfp of Nic or Luke). Once I’ve reviewed all that, I will decide if you have the credentials to judge at the level in which you do.

That’s enough rambling for now and I’m sure after this some of you will never wanna hear from me ever again. But what can I say - I call it like i see it and i tell it like it is.

For now, I’m just gonna sit back and let the chips fall as they may. All will be revealed in due time and tbh none of this is worth getting upset over. I’ve faced way harder in the past 6 months. 😉🥴 I just need some of you to remember that this isn’t a reality show required to keep you entertained on a regular schedule so it may be wise to pick up some other hobbies in the meantime.

As for me, you can catch me with my nose in the Polin fanfic when I’m not working my real person job and dealing with a slew of current personal issues. If it’s fantasy you’re looking to involve yourself in, than maybe head over to AO3. What’s even crazier is that there are even tons of fics about Pen and Colin being pregnant, you know if that’s the kind of story you’re looking to live in everyday. 😏

Ok well that’s it. 😘

xoxo

Fave anon has returned 🎉🎉🎉

[certifiedcodbabygirl]

Let's Get Physical pt. 3

pt.2 pt.4

Author's note: Hate to do this to you guys but it's angst time :P Sorry this was late as hell, my mom had surgery and I've been taking care of her. I recommend listening to Taste by Sabrina Carpenter while reading this

It's Thursday, a few days after you and Soap had set up a date for the following Saturday, but it feels like 2 months later. The days drag by with no clear end in sight. Soap had barely texted you since that night, yet neither have you. The nerves twisting your stomach left no room for attention towards your classes. You'd completely spaced out during your math class, and your physics class, and the rest of them, but who's keeping track?

By Thursday, you were already ridiculously far behind in your physics class. Your teacher would never give an extension, unless you were literally in a hospital, and you needed to get them done asap. Where did that take you? Back to your personal tutor.

Flopping onto your bed in your dorm, you whipped out your phone, a small smile on your face at the excuse to meet with Soap.

Heyyy

It doesn't even take a minute before he responds

Hey hen

What're you up to?

Nothing at the moment, why?

Any way we could meet up later? I'm behind on my assignments and could use your help😓

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Nerves set in. Did you say something wrong? No, what's wrong with wanting to see him again? Him helping with your homework was how this all started, why stop? He even asked you out-

Oh shit. You finished his sentence for him, maybe you read into it wrong? Maybe he wanted to just hang out as friends, and you assumed it was a date. OUT. LOUD. Fuck, and he went along with it to not make it awkward, didn't he? No, just trust for once.

It's another 30 minutes before you give in and decide to text him again.

If not it's okay, just could use your help, if you aren't busy :)

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Typing...

I'm meeting with a client in a bit, but we can get a hotel after if you want

Your stomach drops to the bottom of your feet.

Oh.

Right.

Why would you forget about that? Of course he was still going to do his job, you weren't special enough to make him stop, even if he saw you as more than a friend. You signed up for this, so swallow the lump in your throat and don't cry.

Oh right, haha. Yeah we can do that :)

You played it off, right? You can do this. You can see him, hug him, while he still smells like another woman. Could you kiss him, knowing he had another woman on his mouth? God, should you do this?

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It's not like you're dating. Were you? You had one set up, but it hadn't happened yet. Were you jumping ahead of yourself? What did you actually feel for him? When he tutored you, you couldn't help the lingering looks you'd give him when he turned to grab something, or how your skin would heat up when he'd squeeze your shoulder and tell you how good you're doing.

God knows how many times you had touched yourself to the thought of him kissing down your body.

Was it worth it? He's so gentle with you, your mind and body reacting to him in a way no one else had managed to make you, but he would never fully be yours. He'd realize eventually there was no true reason for you to be around, and that he could get everything he wanted from the women who pay him, right?

On his end, he was dreading the coming evening. Bianca had payed double than last time, and he needed to pay for a leak in the piping of his sink. Not left with much choice, he accepted. God, he did not want to do this. Taking clients began to feel empty once he got to know you. You payed attention to him, and not just his dick. All he wanted to do right now was hold you and watch a movie, despite not knowing what that felt like with you.

It wasn't something he entirely enjoyed, being a hooker. After a while, his dick became desensitized, and he found it a little harder to be in the moment. Yet, unless he wanted to be eating ramen and tatties for every meal, he didn't really have another option. If he had a documented job, he'd lose his disability check.

So here he was, at a hotel, waiting for her. He dressed in black slacks with a white dress shirt, the first few buttons loose. He had popped a viagra, already knowing that it was gonna be near impossible to get hard with her behavior. When she opened the door with a drawn out, high pitched,

"Heyyy"

He exhaled and gave a fake, yet convincing, smile and prepared for what'd to come. Hopefully he'd be able to just bend her over, so he doesn't have to look in her eyes, pillow shoved in her face so he can barely hear her and just pretend she's you.

This was going to be a long night, but at least you were at the end of it.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Heavily Inspired by @dreamdragonkadia own amazing Percy x hades!reader fic.

Part 2

Disagreements between the two children of hades were never easy ones to walk away from, especially not when it’s Nico that said the words that made you wonder how long he was sitting on for.

‘You’re not her you know.’ He tells you in the heat of the moment.

You scoffed, looking at the boy you considered a younger brother. ‘I’m very much aware I’m not and I’m glad I’m not too,’ you smiled humourlessly as you add, ‘because if that’s the logic we’re going by in this argument, then you’re not my brother.’ You finished and you watched Nico’s eyes widen in pain and panic before narrowing into a glare as to hide how your words hit him square in the chest.

‘I’m glad we’re on the same page then.’ He spat before disappearing in the shadows, leaving you alone in your shared cabin that felt all that more isolating and cold now that you were the only person in it. It hurt you to hurt your sibling in such a way but what else could you do when he always tried to compare you to a ghost of his past? After all you’ve done for the boy, after all you’ve done to protect him on missions it seemed like no matter what you did, you’d always be second place to Bianca to him, but you knew that it wasn’t okay to think about it; but sometimes you wished you were the only child of hades if that’s was the treatment that awaited you from your younger siblings.

Nico had been through so much, lost so much and had a tendency to hold onto things when he’s better off letting go, but according to him you weren’t his sibling so it wasn’t your job to tell him this, you felt a wave of guilt and sadness crash down upon you as worry for Nico filled you: something you quickly shrugged off as nothing as you stubbornly refused to run after him like you would’ve once upon a time ago. Nico was old enough to deal with his own issues and emotions without you having to baby him through it.

So instead you took your jacket and left the cabin to head down the lake in hopes that by being close to the body of water would help make you forget about your spat with Nico; It doesn’t work and your sat on the wooden dock glaring at your own reflection, only to see a glaring Nico looking right back at you.

You two really were siblings even if it was just through your godly father. You’re both stubborn, tend to hold grudges, vengeful when wronged, amongst many others and it only left you more annoyed but before you could do anything a voice called from behind you.

‘Hey.’ Luke smiled as he jogged down to you, ‘I was wondering where you were,’ he then notices the look upon your face and his smile dropped from his face as concern but knowing look took over, ‘fight with Nico again huh?’ He asks as he sits himself close next to you and grab one of your hands, squeezing it in hopes of bringing you comfort.

‘What’s new then being compared to his sister.’ You replied sarcastically but Luke could tell that Nico’s words hurt you deeper then you’d ever admit, for Luke remembered the moment you met Nico you’ve done everything in your power to keep him happy and safe, Luke knew this better than anyone as he also remembered the way your eyes light up the moment you found out you had a brother; No longer would you be alone in your cabin or at your table at the dinning pavilion anymore now that you had a little brother.

Luke knew you loved Nico more than anything in your entire life and could see it in the way you developed a reckless attitude towards his safety to go as far as to risk your own life for his. So Luke knew that every fight you had with Nico only left you feeling a whole variety of feelings, that had you unable to go back to the dark cabin for a week, not that Luke minded you bunking with him in the Hermes cabin during this time.

‘You and Nico are both so alike that arguments are bound to be more commonplace between the two of you.’ Luke said as he threw an arm over your shoulder and brought you into his side, kissing your forehead. ‘But if Nico is anything like you then he’ll come running back and ask for his sibling back.’

‘I told him he wasn’t my brother.’ You said with no emotion in your voice, looking at Luke with tears in your eyes, unable to forgive yourself for saying such a thing even if it was best in the moment. ‘What kind of sibling says that to another?’ You added rhetorically as your hands gripped on the hades mythomagic card that Nico left for you, the hurt only becoming worse when you remembered that he gave you it because it was the only card you didn’t have; your brother gave one of his own cards to complete yours even if it meant leaving his incomplete.

Unconditional love that only a brother would have towards his older sibling and you hated how you were both becoming.

‘Did you mean it?’ Luke asks.

‘No, never-‘ you began.

‘Then Nico will know that you didn’t.’ Luke cuts you off, giving you a soft smile. ‘That kid adores you to Tartarus and back even if he doesn’t admit it, I know that right now your both hurting right now but that hurt will pass and you’ll come back together stronger then before.’

‘How do you know that will happen?’ You whispered as the feeling of tiredness had begun to seep into your bones now that you were with the one person who could comfort you. Luke moved so that he was sitting behind you and pulled you flushed so that your back was pressed against his front, resting his head atop of your shoulder as you both overlooked the lake. ‘I know because if the children are anything, they’re stronger together, a unit in knowing that you have each other’s backs no matter what despite all the arguments you may have.’ Luke says as he presses a kiss to your cheek, tightening his hold on you as he felt you grasp his arms in response for comfort, wanting nothing more then to give they to you during this sensitive time. ‘You’ve only got each other and neither one of you are stupid enough to throw that all away. Okay?’

‘Okay.’ You swallowed thickly as you could only look at your reflection once more, only seeing yourself looking back this time, as your mind wondered back to Nico and whether he was okay and if he was safe; unknowing of the fact that Nico was thinking the exact same things in regards to you.

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If Hades raised Nico and Bianca Part 41

Zagreus, coming back from an adventure: Hi, Dad.

Hades: Zagre- GOOD GODS!

Bianca and Nico: *dirty from Underworld adventures* Hi, Papa! :D

Hades:

Zagreus: In my defense, I didn't know they were following me until I was already in Asphodel.

Hades:

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Zagreus: Heeey, Achilles

Achilles: Oh, hello, lad. *sees the two* Hello, little ones. My, you are very dirty.

Zagreus: That's the thing. My dad wants to have a word with me about being more aware of them. And they need a bath. And my mom isn't here right now so...

Achilles:

Zagreus: ...please?

Achilles:

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Nico: Patty!!! *runs over to him*

Patroclus: Hello, child. Oh, my, you're filthy. *sees Achilles and Bianca* Hello. What is this?

Bianca: Hi, Mr. Patroclus. We went on a quest with Zagreus!

Achilles: And they need a bath.

Patroclus: My darling, please do not tell me you intend to give them a bath here. In the River Lethe. Where it erases memory.

Achilles: ...no?

Patroclus: *sigh, carrying Nico* They need a proper bath.

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Odysseus: PATROCLUS! ACHILLES! MY FELLOW WARRIORS! HAHA! Welcome, welcome.

Patroclus: Hello, Odysseus.

Achilles: Mm ( ��_≖)

Patroclus: Achilles.

Achilles: ...hello, Odysseus ( ≖_≖)

Odysseus: Welcome to the Hot Springs. Should I prepare you your baths? Or should I say, bath?

Patroclus: Maybe another time, Odysseus. For now...*shows Nico and Bianca*

Odysseus: My, my! How filthy

Achilles: What did you say?!

Patroclus: Achilles.

Achilles ( ≖_≖)

Patroclus: Nico, Bianca, this is Odysseus. He's an old friend of ours. He looks after the hot springs and he can give the two of you a bath. Odysseus, these are Nico and Bianca, they are Lord Hades' children.

Odysseus: Well, we can't have Lord Hades' children all dirty, now can we? How about I take you to the hot springs where you can swim around and get clean?

Nico: Yeaaah!!! *runs around*

Bianca: *stays close to Achilles*

Achilles: Bianca, what's wrong?

Bianca: *whispers*

Achilles: Mm. I agree. This man is creepy.

Patroclus: Achilles.

Achilles: ಠ╭╮ಠ

Patroclus: Bianca, it's nothing to be scared of. Your sister Melinoë goes here all the time

Bianca: ...mkay...*goes to Odysseus*

Achilles:

Patroclus: Don't kill him

Achilles: I said nothing.

Patroclus: You had that look.

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Danny wakes up

Everything felt warm and… safe. That’s how Danny knew something was deeply wrong. He hasnt been safe since the Accident.

He looked around to see a bunch of rocks and… dark? Its dark. The air is a lot thicker and heavier than it has any right to be.

Did he sleep patrol again? Nocturn was probably messing with him if he was.

Everything was too heavy as he pushed himself up only to flop back down. He had fins. Fishy fins.

Was this ghost puberty!?

He wiggled his way around, and squeezed out of the opening he found.

Why are there sharks?

A baby shark was coming.

Danny hoped onto said baby shark as he’s tiny, and everything is heavy.

The momma shark caught him and her top fin (ancients he should look up more about these stupid things) and the air hurt.

choke, no air. Dad helphelp Help please!

He shifted a moment later and flew up, staring at the sharks.

He’s pretty sure the baby waved at him. As much as a shark can anyways.

He… waved back.

Then flew out as fast as he could. He checked his texts to see Valerie asking if he was okay, while Sam and Tucker were trying to get a hold of him. Jazz too.

Nothing from his parents… which was good for him. he hopes.

He made it home and went back to Fenton not far from home.

“Danny,” Maddie began. “Where were you?”

His shoulders went up and the air left his lungs.

He came to to Dad rubbing his back and telling him to copy his breathing.

“Taco again,” Danny muttered when he could get his stuttering breath under control.

Jack and Maddie shared a look with Jazz.

“Red caught him hours ago sweetie,” Mom began. “Hiding?”

Danny nodded. “F, fell asleep too.”

Jazz made that low hummed ‘oh’ sound she did whenever something over worried her for no good reason. Like him vanishing after the Taco the Octo attacked him as Phantom for… 13(?) hours.

“Don’t you worry Danno, your parents are on the case!”

Jazz and him shared a pained expression.

That was what he was worried about. That and the fish tail. That. That is something to worry about another day.

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