#delphi chatter

[delphi-shield]

imagine how many fics there would be if c.ai users wrote down their ideas instead of casting them into the ai void that does not and will not care abt their creative endeavors

[delphi-shield]

what is wrong with yall she's my baby why would you take her from me. look at her sweet face. you would take the kitty? from her mother??

tag game: pick stuff from your room and have people vote on which one they want to take home.

this was so fun oh my gosh THANK YOU @ghostdice for the tag!!

I HAVE THE EXACT PULSE OXIMETER YOU DO!! and i couldn't bear to take either leon from you...so i went with the stickers :) your collection is UNMATCHED!!

have fun ya kleptos, mis cosas son tus cosas <3

tagging: @celamoon, @hiya-itsamber, @delphi-shield, and @inkonparchment. i want what's in your rooms. nyeow.

and as always, join in if you'd like!!

[ananxiousgenz]

oc brainrot hours strike again ask me anything

[i-iko]

MY DARLING MEDIC

“Pharma has to supervise an organic doctor who’s determined to reel herself into Cybertronian medicine.”

chapter three ; complications

“Why not, doctor?”

YOU'VE been on his mind, then. The little nurse who waddled along the muddy halls of Delphi. Organic, squishy and pliable — unlike his outer metal casing sheathed of cold hardness. Pharma reigned in the ability not to openly seethe when you threw the smug look you always donned his way. Gentle eyes, gentle smile. The connotation behind those reveries, he’s sure are not as prim as Starscream’s insolence. 

It’s been several weeks, now. And, naturally you’re immediately acquainted with the Nurse and The Decepticon. Always, together. Always, hunched over into a small circle — voices hushed as they giggle along your varying words. He’s not one to conjure unruly assumptions — but with how often he’d purposely stride by and the hushed whispers fade to a halt, spinal struts are to the brim straightened — he can only assume the subject of their amusements are him : Doctor Pharma. 

Now not only does he has a chatter box to deal with but the chatter box is an exceptionally sly fox yet to wring his neck parched of air. 

And, now, to  the problem at hand…..

“Oh, she’ll manage.” Pharma clips, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

The hallways are, as always, deserted with the only sound echoing across are the metallic footfalls of Pharma and nurse beside him. 

“The best she’ll manage is a charred limb.” First Aid gawks in disbelief, plodding after the as they rounded the corner. “You’re just going to leave her in a room full of mechs just like that?”

“She’s a doctor, is she not? Charading with patients is a top priority and she knows that.”

And, it gives me time to sort another prdicament. He thinks grimly.

“An organic doctor.” He clarifies. “There’s a difference.”

“And that justifies her incapability of performing her duties?”

First Aid narrows his eyes. A step forward to match Pharma's quick long stride. “You know what I mean. Those mechs over there? They’re no saints and if it weren’t for them hunting down those crackhead, rod sniping assholes behind enemy lines — the council would’ve never tolerated them in the first place."

“Splendid observation,” He scoffs, “ But what does that have to do with our lovely doctor?” 

“They hate humans!” He hissed lowly. "It was clear when they stepped in. Can't you see they're going to tear her apart if left unsupervised?" 

Pharma rubs his face. Oh, of course, how could he possibly forget. Humans and bounty hunters. They might as well merge like water and oil. 

“ Your concern is admirable. But you’re aware we’re lacking medics, yes? Do you expect me to hoard all the responsibilities to Ambulon when he’s got enough patients on his servos? Or, you for that matter with the fresh patients from Teran?”

“All I'm saying is this 'checkup' can be held off until I'm free—“

"Then they'll stay here for a week."

"Whatever is good if it keeps them at bay." 

Pharma halts and whirls around, gritting his dentas. "I'd rather those Rogues not taint my hospital with their insolence any further. The council wishes to accommodate them and we will do so. For a day." 

"But sir—" 

“She’ll handle herself well since that is what she signed up for.”

“I—"

He held up a servo, halting the discussion. 

“You are dismissed.”

YOU slip on the gloves once you're inside, palms unusually clammy. With a swish the habsuite doors slid close behind you and the luminescent light of the ward bathe the room in a teal blue hue. You adjust to the transition from green; the hallways of Delphi were quite the lush colors of moss and this blue was a little hard on your eyes.

"Good evening." You bow. 

Six pairs of optics bore a hole through your head, each with varying expressions you'd rather not dwell much on. They sat languidly on the berths, sprawled over the chairs with their guns loosely hanging from their hips and servos. Before you came in, you were aware of their animated conversations about their 'duties' off Messatine and a mech grinned when your eyes fell on the obvious energon splatter across his chassis. 

Silently, disregarding the tack of your boots on the metal floor, you made your way beside one of the medical berths and organized the tray, carefully lining up the scalpels s and tools. 

Your back was to them and the silent whispers behind made your neck burn with a prickle. Eight foot tall, seven foot tall, bulky metal Cybertronians. A swat of their servo would reduce you to a stain but you persisted, opting for cool, smooth movements of your arms as though a slight jerk of your fingers would trigger a hostile response.  

"Any one of of you." You turned around.

Silence. And with a grunt, a mech stepped up, the one with energon splatter across his chassis. You glanced behind him and others are strangely solemn. Especially the purple sleek Cybertronian who leaned against the wall, arms crossed, who appeared miffed by your presence. They were now chatting in low tones — the content of discussion unheard. Although, you caught a familiar word : Alphoras, was the term, then all was a blur of sentences. 

You gesture to the berth, a scanner in hand, and he sat down while you stood on a stepping stool to level with his chassis. He held out his arm and you begin scanning the plating.

“You use those often?” You point to his fusion canon in light of making a conversation. 

The mech doesn't grin but there was some kind of mischief as he held it up — surprisingly close to your face. “More than some mechs using their processors, fleshie."

Your nose was assaulted with the ozone smell of gunpowder. It sizzles your face, pricking the skin. Energon, you realize, was quite corrosive. 

"I....see." 

"And a little flick of a trigger—" You head tilts back as he nudged the muzzle against your forehead. It was cold to the touch. "—In blasted pieces they go. Fireworks ablaze. A lovely image." You try not to stumble as he withdrew his canon, amused by your expression. "It's open for experimentation." 

"I'll...decline that offer." You say.

"You scared? I thought fleshies were all high and mighty with their saviour complex." He crooned, amused and mocking. Strangely enough, it almost bordered on spite.

"I would say it's not the most ordinary proposition." You manage out, now scanning his wrist."Though, I am sure you have seen our rules about bringing weapons into the wards?" 

He barks out a laugh and points the canon to your face. "Can't handle a little bit of gunpowder, eh?"

You set down the scanner once it was clear there were no anomalies. 

"That is... not the case, I'm afraid. We have delicate solutions here that could be triggered easily and start a fire—" 

A servo clamped over your wrist and yanked you close. The canon pressed against your cheek.

" Listen here, fleshie." He spat, "Just because the higher council accepts 'Organic' aid doesn't mean we owe you slag."

"You are mistaking my intentions, I never said—"

" You're still an organic, still inferior. Still stupid. So, if you don't want to be smeared like a stain on a floor —" He growls. " Don't tell me what to do."

Quick footfalls patter by in a swift stride. 

Red digits clamp over the Mech’s wrist and you blink as you're suddenly pulled away from his grasp. You're met with Pharma's back. He stands in front of you and his smooth croon is all that is heard when he spoke,  ” How about you behave like the polite little mech that you are and get back to business?”

[attic-club-sandwich]

"you look so cozy" with mammon and Shae please👀

Ahh thank you for the request, Hack! 💛 I thought those prompts were so adorable i'm so glad you sent one in! I hope you like it, it's just a short little drabble of what immediately came to mind!

Anon, yours is next it's waiting in my inbox for me <3

List of Gentle Prompts

Shae x Mammon

Summary: A short little piece about Shae and Mammon having a cozy evening in after being out in the cold winter air of the Devildom. (Where I headcanon that the Devildom seasonal conditions are way more extreme than a human world seasonal conditions lol)

Taglist: @amberrskiies, @obey-me-posts @sassykattery @delphi-dreamin, @a-hidden-gem @otomefoxystar @todothedodo @marvelous-maniac @nonbinary-disaster @selfmadender @animeismyhappyplace @vampire-tr4mp @ana-dear @gaychaosgremlin @sidgethegamer @meiloorun-tea @temnuk0 @starshineandbooks

You Look So Cozy

Shivering, Shae breathes a puff of hot air into her hands in an attempt to warm them. Even the thick wool of her gloves isn't enough to keep out the bite of the cold, winter air of the Devildom. They had just gotten dinner at Hell's Kitchen, and despite having a full stomach she was no where near warm. "You doin' alright, Shae?" Mammon asks, guiding her down the snowy streets of Deviltown. . "Y-Yeah it's just s-so cold..." Shae said, her teeth chattering. Mammon's eyebrows furrow together as he pulls her into his side. He knew Devildom winters were pretty extreme compared to what Shae was probably used to. "Don't ya worry, the Great Mammon will keep ya warm until we make it home!" Shae giggles, leaning into him as they made their way back to the House of Lamentation.

The warmth of the house welcomes them with a cozy embrace as they wander through the doors. Shae sighs, feeling herself begin to thaw out almost immediately. "I've never been so cold in my life." She mumbles, stripping off her jacket. Mammon chuckles, plucking Shae's hat off of her head, leaving her raven black hair tousled and messy. "Ugh, Mams, why-" but her words are silenced as his lips meet hers. "Cause you are just so damned cute, ya know? I can't help it." Shae blushes, leaning in to bury her face into his chest. "Well you don't have to mess up my hair." Mammon laughs, reaching his hand up to mess up her hair even more. "Go get into something comfy and meet me in the living room, I'll get us something warm to drink."

Shae makes her way to her room, slipping out of her cold, damp clothing. She pulls on a pair of leggings, along with one of Mammon's hoodies she had kept after she had asked to "borrow" it one day. Lastly, she pulls on a pair of fuzzy socks, hoping that they will help bring feeling back to her toes. Grabbing her blanket off of her bed, she hurries back down the hall to claim her spot on the couch in front of the fireplace. Snuggling down in her blanket, she waits patiently for Mammon.

Her eyes begin to droop as her body relaxes, finally feeling warm again from the fire. "Oi, you ain't gonna fall asleep on me already, are ya?" Mammon's voice startles her, causing her eyes to shoot open. He's standing above her, staring at her over the back of the couch as he holds a mug in each hand. She notices he's also changed into a pair of sweatpants and a t shirt. Shaking her head, Shae pulls the blanket up past her nose, attempting to hide the blush that she's pretty sure has formed on her cheeks. "Of course not, I was just bored waiting for you!" Mammon chuckles, his golden gaze shining down at her with adoration. "You look so cozy." Shae reaches a hand out from under the blanket to pat the vacant spot next to her. "Then come join me?" The white haired demon doesn't hesitate as he sets the mugs of tea down on the coffee table. He slides comfortably onto the couch next to her, his arms instinctively wrapping themselves around her. Shae sighs softly as he gently pulls her into his familiar embrace. "I love you, Mams." She murmurs, resting her head against his chest. Mammon hums, leaning in to press a kiss against her forehead. Shae's heart flutters in her chest as she feels his lips form into a slow grin. "Now don't go tellin' anyone or anything but uh...I love ya too."

[melit0n]

Another Byzantine church for you lot! This one was in Delphi, and was definitely my favourite. It's called Hosios Loukas, and is just...so beautiful; it's sat on a cliff side, so part of its courtyard overlooks the valley. Absolutely stunning view.

Again, the frescos!!! Done by hand—all of this built by hand—in the 10th century AD. I spent so long in the main building just soaking everything up. While it's still in Delphi, it's a massive while off from any sort of major cities, and far off from a main road, so all you could here was the low chatter of people and the birds. Genuinely heavenly.

[braveclementine]

Part 41

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. Also, all of Severus and Elizabeths' childrens names are mine and mine alone. I also do not condone any copying of this.

MINISTRY OF MAGIC, GRAND MEETING ROOM

🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶

𝕾𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖚𝖘 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖘 𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖐, standing in the shadows of the meeting room with many other wizards and witches. Remus stands next to him, his arms crossed over his chest. Trang was on the other side of him, having brought news from Professor McGonagall that Craig Jr. was dead and that she would be here soon with even worse news. 

But all Severus knew was that his daughter was missing again and a child on the Hogwarts ground was dead. Whatever had happened wasn't good and that woman that Ron had mentioned- Delphi, Voldemorts' daughter- had to be behind him. He worried what the daughter of Voldemort would do to his daughter. 

Silence fell as Hermione walked out, raising her hand. "Thank you. I'm so pleased so many of you were able to make my- second- Extraordinary General Meeting. I've got some things to say- I ask that we deal with questions- and there will be lots of questions- after I speak. As many of you know, a body has been found at Hogwarts. His name was Craig Bowker. He was a good boy. We have no firm information who was responsible for the act but yesterday we searched St. Oswald's. A room there revealed two things- one, a prophecy that promised- the return of darkness- two, written on the ceiling, a proclamation that the Dark Lord had a- that Voldemort had a child." 

Chatter immediately started to murmur around the room with shock too. 

"We don't know the full details. We're only just investigating- questioning those with a Death Eater connection. . . And as yet no record has been found either of the child or of the prophecy- but tit does look like there's some truth to it. This child was kept hidden from the wizarding world, and now she's- well now she's. . ." 

"She?" Severus nearly jumped in surprise, not having noticed that Professor McGonagall had come in and was now asking the questions, "A daughter? He had a daughter?" 

"Yes. A daughter." 

Severus watches the Headmistress of Hogwarts pale. "And I'm assuming you don't know where she is?" 

"We have an assumption that she's somewhere in time." Harry spoke up. "It's possible that my son-" 

"Our son!" Ginny interrupted. 

"-Our son." Harry said but was interrupted again. 

"Or mine." Draco interjected. 

"One of the children perhaps gave her the time-turner, thinking her to be a friend." Harry sighed. "She was disguising herself as Amos Diggorys' niece, hence the raid on St. Oswald's as that was where she worked." 

"She was the one that killed Craig." Minerva said, confirming Severus' suspicions. Severus heard Remus curse next to him. Trang put a hand over her mouth while Kingsley put a hand on Trang's shoulder, whispering something in her ear. "And she took Albus, Scorpius, and Marinette with her. I got there just as they disappeared. I waited for them to come back since I knew about the five minute time limit, but they didn't come back. That's why I sent Trang ahead of me." 

Severus felt like he was going to be sick again. What was he going to tell Elizabeth when she woke up? If she woke up? 

"This is grievous news." Hermione said, frowning. "If they didn't come back from the past in the allotted five minutes-" 

"But I thought the time-turner brought you back wherever you were in the past?" Draco questioned. "So if they moved from the Quidditch field to say. . . I don't know the potions classroom, would they not have appeared at the potions classroom instead?" 

"But when Albus and Scorpius came back from the past the first time, they appeared where we had seen them just moments before." Ron pointed out. 

"So it's not consistent?" Kingsley questioned. 

"We're not sure, there hasn't been enough testing." Hermione sighed, "And without it, it is obviously to hard to test. Nott will be questioned however and anyone else involved in the process with him." 

"What does Elizabeth Kane have to say about all of this?" Someone near the back shouted. 

'Snape.' Severus grouched in his head. 

"Elizabeth hasn't been feeling well and hasn't even been alerted to the situation yet, unless she has foreseen it." Hermione said, dodging around the questions. "The Snape family is asking for privacy while she recovers, it is still not an easy ailment to get over." 

That's an understatement. 

"However if Elizabeth ever does have anything to say about it, I'm sure she'll address you herself." Hermione continued. 

If she ever woke up. 

"The short fact is," Hermione continued, "No one knows where they are. I trust that the children will be doing all they can to stop her, but we don't know. We haven't give up. We've gone to the giants. The trolls. Everyone we can find. The Aurors are out flying, searching, talking to those who know secrets, following those who won't reveal secrets." 

"But there is one truth we can't escape. That somewhere in our past a witch is trying to rewrite everything we ever knew." Harry interjected seriously. "And all we can do is wait- wait for the moment she either succeeds or fails." 

"And if she succeeds?" Professor McGonagall asked. 

"Then- just like that- most of the people in this room will be gone. We'll no longer exist and Voldemort will rule again." 

Severus was going to be damned if he let that happen. 

[echoandreflections]

Behind The Scenes

Chapter 3:

Day one of filming

New York

-”On a scale of one to ten, how anxious should we be about this?” Percy asked, leaning against the wooden door as Grover continued to run around the filming set, the sound of chatter filling the room.

Charles shrugged next to him,” I don’t know. I would say about seven.”

-”Well I think Grover is currently at a twelve on the stress level scale. He hasn’t stopped checking everything and everyone ever since I got here to fix the broken camera earlier.” Leo added, peeking his head out of a nearby hallway. “ And no puns I’ve made until now have calmed him down. I am starting to run out of jokes.”

Charles turned to him, raising an eyebrow.”You? Running out of jokes? This might be more serious than I thought.” 

He waved goodbye to Percy before grabbing Leo by the arm and dragging him back to the maintenance room, probably to check all the material one last time before filming starts. If they spent any more time in the room with Grover running around, they might start getting anxious too.

Percy sighed, now that the maintenance team had left, he didn’t have anyone else to talk to. Every staff member he had tried talking to that day had been adamant on keeping all of the contestants separate, something about getting their ‘Live reaction on camera’ apparently. This just left him waiting on set while everyone finished setting up the last of the lights on set. He almost fell asleep three times, waiting for everything to be ready until Charles found him half asleep and gave him his energy drink. Something Percy would forever be thankful for.

He would’ve loved talking to Grover, best friend to best friend, but he feared if he even touched his friend, he might just combust on the spot. He had never seen Grover this stressed until now. 

His childhood friend barely slept anymore, he knew it since he slept at his house last night, hoping a guy’s night might release a bit of the tension Grover was experiencing. It was unfortunately a failure as Grover spent the night imagining everything that could go wrong today and Percy spent the night trying to calm him down. As much as he loved his friend, he wished Grover would have at least let him sleep an hour or two. Now, all Percy could hope was that the makeup crew was talented enough to hide the circles under his eyes. God only knew how Juniper was able to deal with this every night.

Thirty minutes later, Grover finally seemed to relax slightly. He called over Percy and made him sit in a room off of the main set with three other people he didn’t know. The room was silent, everyone sitting there just looking at the wall or ceiling, which wasn’t that pretty if Percy was honest. It was another one of those popcorn ceilings Percy despised for absolutely no reason. The blue walls, however, were decorated by gigantic murals of baked goods. It was obvious this place would be used during filming, probably the judge’s room, he guessed.

Someone tapped Percy’s shoulder.

Turning around, the red haired woman sitting next to Percy smiled. Her hair was kept in a low bun, wild stray hair softening the look of her sharp face. Splashes of yellow and red colored her shirt, hiding half of the letters written on her chest.

-”My name’s Rachel” she extended her hand, decorated by many rings and bracelets jiggling  around her wrist.

-”Percy” He shook her hand,”Are you another contestant?”

Rachel nodded, pointing down to the logo on her t-shirt “Yeah, I own Delphi’s Bakery”

Percy recognized the name. The bakery had often passed on Tv with it being known for its incredible 10 tiers cake that the New York Elite fought over to be able to get at every reception. It wasn’t the size that attracted so many people to the cake but the intricate art on it. Percy had once passed in front of the bakery while they were moving a cake and caught a glimpse of one of the cake tiers. The fondant had been painted with a reproduction of Ophelia. Ophelia as in the famous 1850 painting. He had been so shocked he stopped walking right in the middle of the street and almost got run over by an angry taxi driver. Gotta love New York.

To say Percy was impressed was an understatement. This girl looked barely any older than him, how she was able to own such a successful place was a mystery to him.

Before Percy could say anything, Grover walked back into the room, requesting everyone’s attention.

-”Uh..hi everyone. Sorry for the delay” He took a deep breath, looking around the room at everyone.”Before the filming starts, I just need to explain a few things about today’s episode” He paused,” As you know, each one of you will be assigned with a celebrity randomly. If you look under your chair, you will find a colored post-it.”

Percy looked down, blindly grabbing under the seat of his chair until a piece of paper fell in hand. He leaned back, blue post-it in hand. Rachel eyed him, a pink piece of paper now on her lap.

“Each of the celebrities will randomly pick a color. If they pick your color, you two will become teammates until the end of the show or until your team gets eliminated.” Grover continues, rubbing his hands over his sage green shirt. “Your future teammates are waiting for you in the main filming set. Once one of them picks your color, you will be called to meet them”

Charles opened the door behind Grover, pushing a Tv on a trolley inside of the room, causing him to jump in surprise.

“You’ll be able to watch live as they randomly pick a color.” Grover quickly regained his composure, “Most importantly, try to still have fun. And remember, everything is being filmed.”

Percy smiled as his friend finished his speech, proud of what he was able to accomplish. It had always been his dream to direct a successful show, it was no wonder he put so much of his being in this project.

Charles whispered something in Grover’s ear before turning to Percy and the other contestant still waiting. “We will start filming in less than sixty seconds. The moment you see the screen turn on” He pointed to the Tv, “Smile. because it means you’re being filmed.” 

After that, Grover and Charles left the room, leaving the four contestant to wait as they heard the countdown resonating from the speakers hidden around the room.

3…

An electronic voice said.

2…

1…

The screen lit up, showing a smiling Apollo standing in front of a high-tech kitchen.

-”Welcome dear viewer! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I missed being here too.” The white teeth of the man looked like pearls under the strong studio lights beaming down on him. “I am happy to once again be your host for our fifth edition of Baking with Olympus.” Cheers sounded behind him.

The camera panned toward a group of people standing next to him. Their faces barely out of frame, keeping the identity of whoever they were, a secret.

Apollo chuckled as he walked in front of them, the camera moving up and exposing everyone’s faces.

The guy sitting next to Percy gasped.

-”I think you all know my favorite part is presenting each season’s new contestants, not that they really need it” Apollo winked before pointing to a woman next to him.”Our first contestant is Silena Beauregard, who you might have seen on the cover of Vogue earlier this week”

He turned toward her, his smile unchanging “Welcome Silena. How does it feel being here with us today?”

She copied his smile, pushing her long hair over her shoulder, exposing the intricate embroideries on her off the shoulder red top. “Well, Apollo. Can I call you Apollo?” She chuckled politely, “I am exhilarated to be here. I used to always watch this show with my mother just a few years ago”.

-”Well the sentiment is reciprocated.” Apollo looked back at the Camera.” Now if you would just follow me toward the podium. We will discover who your assigned baker and mentor is.”

Apollo helped her up the stairs toward the podium, where a big glass box sat. Four black envelopes stood at the bottom, waiting to be opened and reveal her assigned teammate and color. 

Once in front of it, Silena put her hand inside of the deep box, swiftly catching the side of an envelope and taking it out.

The camera zoomed on her hand as she used the side of her acrylics to tear open the top of the envelope, revealing the green confettis in it.

The staff cheered as one of the other bakers in the room with Percy was escorted to the main set. On screen, he appeared, joining a smiling Silena on top of the podium. The contrast was jarring. While Silena was adorn by Color and jewelry, her teammate was clocked in shadows. His whole outfit as black as his hair. He didn’t seem particularly impressed by the top model next to him, but nevertheless shook her hand before the two of them walked down the podium to one of the cooking stations.

Apollo appeared once again on screen, next to a curly haired blond woman Percy immediately recognised.

-”Now unto our second contestant who doesn’t need any introduction, Annabeth Chase!” Apollo said cheerfully, placing a microphone in front Annabeth’s face. “ It’s so good to see you back here in town. I bet you missed New York during your world tour. After having to fly around the world, it must be nice to be back home.”  He paused for a second “Have you done something to your hair? I love the new look.”

She nodded slowly, fixing her bangs with one hand “Thanks, Apollo. I am happy to see you again too.”

She didn’t look much different from the time Percy last saw her, he noted. She was still clad in lilac, except for the silver headband in her hair. The only major difference was the way she looked at the camera. 

Her eyes were still the same gray shade as last time, but this time instead of looking like a thunderstorm was going to jump out of her, her eyes reminded Percy of a dark snowy day. The kind of days where he and Sally would make hot chocolate and spend the day inside, binge watching any random shows on netflix. Back before Paul and Estelle entered their life.

It was with a sense of deep nostalgia that he watched as Annabeth made her way up to the podium, the purple lace at the end of her sundress twirling around her legs as Apollo instructed her to take an envelope. 

Leaning forward, she put her hand inside the box, hesitating between the three envelopes left.

Percy watched her grab an envelope to the left.

The paper fell out from between her fingers as she tried taking it out of the box. 

She huffed ,but picked another one, a closer one this time.

The camera focused on her reaction, waiting for her to reveal the color in the small envelope. 

She tore open the side of it, letting the blue confetti scatter to the ground around her feet as someone called Percy up.

The staff member led him back to a door he hadn’t noticed earlier while visiting the set. He got pushed through it and was met by blinding light hitting him in the face. Percy winced but took a step forward, noticing a blond woman in a light purple dress standing in front of him.

He extended his hand as Annabeth’s smile dropped, recognition filling her features.

- “Percy Jackson.” He introduced himself, “ Happy to finally meet you Annabeth Chase. Let’s work well together.”

Hopefully, the camera won’t catch the goosebumps forming on his arms.

Or the daggers she was currently sending him with her eyes.

[consistentsquash]

Hp Rec Fest 2023 Recs by Squash

AO3 collection for the recs I made during this fest!

The fest mods deserve everything <3

Rec masterlist - links are for my rec blurbs.

31. A fav among favs: Almagest by eldritcher (2018). Harry/Voldemort

30. A precanon fic: The Unspoken and the Unsent by hollycomb (2013). Dumbledore/Elphias Doge

29. A postcanon fic: Candles Lit Against the Dark by perverse_idyll (2023). McGonagall/Grubbly-Plank

28. An underrated fic: A Cliff in July by Miss M. (2013) Millicent/Marietta.

27. A Muggle AU: Commonplace Magic by Acid, Sinick (2010). Snarry

26. A fic with an ending you can't stop thinking about: In Infinite Remorse of the Soul by perverse_idyll (2011). Snarry, Snape/Dumbledore.

25. A fic rated T: On Wednesday by Tryfanstone (2006). Snarry

24. A holiday fic: 10 Snarry Holiday fics.

23. A soulmate fic: Inch by Inch We Crawled Toward Each Other by Chatter (2017). Fleur/Hermione

22. An unfinished fic: The J. Alfred Prufrock Arc by vain (2003). Snarry.

21. A thought provoking fic: Brown Sugar by eldritcher (2018). Voldemort/Tom Riddle (Diary).

20. A G Rated fic: The Dream of the Fisherman's Wife by eldritcher (2021). Snape/Giant Squid.

19. Hottest smut fic: Both Sides Now by Predatrix (2006). Snarry.

18. A fairytale fic: The Lost World (short version) by perverse_idyll (2013), Snarry + Omphale by eldritcher (2015), Harry/Voldemort

17. A fic that made you cry: 10 Snarry fics to make you cry

16. A fic that made you laugh: 10 Snarry fics to make you laugh

15. Most recent bookmark: De Aegypto by squibstress (2023). Minerva/Rolanda

14. A fav series: Pandemic by eldritcher (2021) Harry/Voldemort

13. A fic over 100K words: Catullus 16 by eldritcher (2014) Harry/Voldemort

12. A WIP: Year of the Thestral by perverse_idyll (2022) Snagonagall, McGonagall/Hooch

11. A dark fic: King of Fat by rinsbane (2006) Snarry

10. A fest fic: A Matter of Time by danpuff (2022). Snarry

9. A rarepair fic: Extraordinary Lengths by MaxWrite (2009). Percy/Barty Crouch Jr.

8. A canon divergence fic: When the Rose and the Fire Are One by perverse_idyll (2010). Snarry

7. A canon compliant fic: Storytelling by kellychambliss (2010). Hermione/Minerva McGonagall

6. An unreliable narrator fic: Remember Me to Cheetham Hill by Delphi (2021). Snape/Filch

5. A non AO3 fic: Down the Rabbit Hole by RaeWhit (2008). Snarry

4. Fic + art: PS, I love you by mywitch and groot (2022). Snape/Hermione

3. A podfic: [Podfic of] Bad Girls, Bad Girls, Whatcha Gonna Do by wilfriede (2023). Minerva McGonagall/Rolanda Hooch + [Podfic of] Plenitude by wilfriede (2023). Amelia Bones/Hermione

2. A comfort fic: Epic of the Forgotten by eldritcher (2017). Viktor Krum/Voldemort + Sexing the Pumpkin by ratherbrightred (2007). Snape/Sirius Black

1 . A fav fic under 5000 words: Corresponding with Snape by asnowyowl (2010). Snarry

[delphi-shield]

jill valentine sees that you shaved your pussy and gently caresses your mound, whispering "who did this to you"

[shayera-the-magpie]

The Hawk Takes Flight: Chapter 8 Sneak Peek

The Aerie was not too far from the Delphi. The chatter and music audible the moment she was outside the doors. Taking an moment to gaze at the diorama of the Polaris system over her head at the vestibule before turning to the Off-World attendant.

            “I am here for Administrator Andar Pul’s party,” she said.

            “On the second level, ma’am,” he answered.

            “Thank you.”

            Shayera paid no mind to the guests on the first floor. Especially paid no mind to the couples dancing palm to palm in front of the orchestra.

            “Ah, there is our girl,” Thal beamed when she neared the table. “A little late I see, but after all, you are an busy bird these days.”

            “A circumstance we shouldn’t fault her for,” Andar Pul pitched in. “Have a seat, my dear girl.”

            The smile she gave felt painful as she had taken the empty seat between her guardian and Andar Pul. She supposed that her mother anticipated the moment she and Commander Hol could leave the room. For she was not paying Andar Pul no mind.

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[abalonetea]

Prompt: A person walks into the same Barber Shop his or her whole life and the same Barber never remembers the customer’s first name. And the customer orders the same exact haircut every time. (Use a pirate theme)

this was a really fun prompt!!! i ended up making characters to fill it, and i actually really like them!

  The curse of goldis not one that ends just because the Age of Piracy is over.   No. Far from it, in fact.   The curse of gold is one that laststhrough the aions, stretching out until there is no world left to be bound too.Delphi thinks about it, sometimes. At least, she used too.   There have been many years forthinking, and many years for doing nothing, and many, many years in which herhair has grown.

  No one can recallthe day that Spellbound Barbershop opened.   One day, it was an empty brickbuilding. The next day, it seems as though everyone’sgrandparents have been getting their haircut forever. A handwritten sign ishanging in the front window. It has read the same thing since forever, too.   I’llmeet you where the land meets the sea.

  “Donna,” says Bani,cheerfully. Her dreds are tinged with shades of green today, pulled into a mesybun on the top of her head. “I was wondering when you’d be in here! You know,it’s at least a week past the second Sunday. You’re late!”   Delphi smiles. The barbershop isfilled with nautilus themed items. The air smells like the sea. “Sorry,” shesays, already sliding into Her Chair. “I was dealing with a few things.”   Bani shakes out the plastic apronbefore wrapping it around Delphi’s neck. “Nothing bad, I hope?”   “Nothing bad,” lies Delphi. She closesher eyes, relaxing into the feel of nimble fingers carding through her wildcurls. “Not this time, at least.”

  A long time ago,there was a ship, and a pirate, and a captain.   A long time ago, there was a love, anda battle, and a witch.   A long time ago, there was a curse,and a death, and a rebirth – and a rebirth – and a rebirth – because piratecurses don’t just stop when the ships no longer fail. Magic adapts to keep upwith the time, twisting through the veins of its victims, erasing, always, thememories of what was, and what should be, and what will never happen again.

  It’s raining out.   Bani wears her hair stained red. Shesmiles, gap toothed, and laughs. “You look like a wet sheep!”   “Seen a lot of wet sheep?” Delphipushes the hair out of her face. She comes here every two weeks, likeclockwork.   “You know, Sarah, I have.” The slipcuts, even after all these years, after all this time. Bani spins the chairaround with a flourish. “And you know what every wet sheep needs?”   Therewas a flock of white sheep living out in the hillocks and a girl that tendedthem every day and the pirates landed on the shore after a storm, so many rocksand so much rain and Delphi knew then, knew just like she knows now -   “A good sheering,” answers Delphi,more cheerful than she feels. She sits down in the chair and breathes in untilher lungs ache. She doesn’t breathe back out.

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[star-lit-clementine]

[Kik does, eagerly, first leading Delphi to the exhibit on sea creatures.]

"Okay, so this is my favorite part because of all the specimens they have of the animals. I like to start with the sea creatures, usually, because those are the coolest."

[As they chatter on about the exhibits, adding tidbits about how they must've preserved something, something about them absolutely glitters. This, in a way, is part of their Gift.]

"Can I tell you a secret? I- I think I need help. But I don't know how to ask without.. making myself a target."

-Kik W

(@star-lit-clementine no pressure :))

Of course. Should we meet somewhere to talk about it?

[braveclementine]

Part 17

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. Also, all of Severus and Elizabeths' childrens names are mine and mine alone.I also do not condone any copying of this.

ST. OSWALD'S HOME FOR OLD WITCHES AND WIZARDS

🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶

Mari could physically feel her skin crawl as her, Albus, and Scorpius entered the old persons home. Sure, it was all magical and fun and they all looked like they were having a great time but. . . they were still old people who were going to die soon. Mari held Snowball a little tighter to her chest. 

"Um, excuse me?" Albus asked as a group of older wizards moved past them, doing the tango. "Excuse me?" 

"Excuse me?" Scorpius asked while Mari scanned the room for a service desk. "Okay, so this place is wild." 

"We're looking for Amos Diggory." Albus said aloud. 

It was like one of those Muggle movies, with the recorded coming to a scratching halt. The music turned off, the wizards and witches stopped dancing, and there was absolutely silence in the opening hall while they all stared at the three children in front of them. 

'Great' Mari thought. 

"And what do you children want with that miserable old sod?" A woman who was using magic to knit asked. 

Mari looked over as Delphi came through the door with a large smile on her face. "Albus? Mari? You came? How wonderful! Come and say hello to Amos!" 

Mari, Albus, and Scorpius followed her through the old persons home. Behind them as they passed out of the room, Mari heard the music and chatter start up again. 

Amos Diggorys' room was set off from the other rooms. Judging by the way the others had reacted when they'd asked for him, Mari harbored a guess that he was isolated for the others sake. 

Albus proceeded to tell Amos the conversation that he'd overheard. Meanwhile, Mari observed the room. There weren't many personal effects, reminding her much of her own bedroom. The difference was that Amos had a Hufflepuff blanket across his lap, worn and clearly from his own years of being at Hogwarts. And along his dresser were several photos. Most of them were family ones, of Amos, his wife, and his son. But there were several of just Cedric. All of them were laughing and smiling. 

There was one photo that was laid face down so no one could see it. 

"So let me get this straight." Mari drew her attention back to the elderly man in front of her. "You overhear a conversation- a conversation which was not meant for you to overhear- and you decide- without prompting, in fact, without leave- to interfere, and interfere hard, in someone else's business." 

"My father lied to you- I know he did. They do have a Time-Turner." Albus said. 

"Of course they do. You can move along now." Amos said uncaringly. 

"What? No. We're here to help." Albus protested. 

"Help? What use could a trio of undersized teenagers be for me?" 

"My father proved you don't have to be a grown-up to change the wizarding world." 

"So I should allow you to get involved because you're a Potter? Relying on your famous name, are you?" 

"No!" 

"A Potter who is in Slytherin House- yes, I've read about you- and who brings a Malfoy with him to visit me- a Malfoy who may be a Voldemort? Not to mention, a daughter of Snape." He sneered at her with disgust and Mari was actually hurt by that. "Who's to say you're not involved in Dark Magic?" 

Mari wasn't used to people hating on her or her family. Her mother was adored by the public and her father was considered a hero. She had forgotten that there were still some people out there that still saw her father as an evil Death Eater, rather than the man who had sacrificed everything to play Dumbledores' spy. 

"But-" 

"Your information was obvious but the confirmation is useful. Your father did lie. Now leave. The three of you. And stop wasting my time." 

Mari was actually slightly relieved that he didn't want their help. She had a bad feeling about all of this. 

"No, you need to listen to me, you said it yourself- how much blood is on my father's hands. Let me help you change that. Let me help correct one of his mistakes. Trust me." 

"Did you not hear me, boy? I see no reason to trust you. So go. Now. Before I make you leave." 

"Albus!" Mari hissed, backing up towards the door. 

"Come on, mate, if there's one thing we're good at it's knowing where we're not wanted." Scorpius said, grabbing Albus by the arm, the three of them making to leave. 

"I can think of one reason why you should trust them, Uncle." Delphi said, the three of them stopping. Mari turned and watched the nurse walk forwards, propping the photo that Amos had laid down up now. "They're the only ones volunteering to help. They're prepared to bravely put themselves at risk to return your son to your side." 

Mari looked at the photo, feeling another drop of dread fill her. She saw now why Amos had laid it down, because it was probably hard for him to look at it. It was a moving picture of Cedric with her mother, the two of them dressed in their Hufflepuff Quidditch gear. He had his arm wrapped around her, the two of them laughing. 

"This is Cedric we're talking about. . ." Amos protested. 

"And- didn't you say yourself, having someone inside Hogwarts might be a massive advantage?" Delphi asked, before kissing the top of his head. 

"Why? Why do you want to put yourself at risk? What's in it for you?" Amos demanded. 

"I know what it is to be the spare. Your son didn't deserve to be killed, Mr. Diggory. We can help you get him back." 

Amos' voice cracked as he responded. "My son- my son was the best thing that ever happened to me- and you're right, it was an injustice- a gross injustice. If you're serious. . ." 

"We're deadly serious." Albus said. 

"This is going to be dangerous." 

"We know." 

"Do we?" Scorpius asked. 

"Delphi- perhaps if you were prepared to accompany them?" For some reason, that made Mari very uncomfortable. She felt the same aversion to this woman as she had when she'd come upstairs when they'd been visiting her house. 

"If that would make you happy, Uncle." 

"You do understand even getting the Time-Turner will risk your lives?" Amos questioned. 

"We're ready to put your lives at risk." 

Scorpius and Mari exchanged a frantic look, "Are we?" 

"I hope you have it in you." Amos said gravely. 

But as Delphi led the three of them out of Amos' room, Mari looked back at the photo of her Mom and Cedric. There was this adoring look in her mothers' eyes as she looked up at the son of Diggory. It was clear in the photo that her mother loved him. Had loved him. 

And for the first time, Mari wondered if they were doing the right thing. 

[delphi-dreamin]

Pact Marks

Note: This is probably gonna be the shortest part of this series. Levi is...not my favorite. Especially at the beginning. In later lessons I started taking a liking to him, but, well...

Pt 1: Mammon | Pt 3: Beel | Pt 4: Asmo | Pt 5: Satan

Pt. 6: Belphie | Pt 7: Lucifer

Part 2: Levi

The planetarium isn’t the most private place in the house, but Delphi agrees to meet the third-born there anyway. She’s honestly shocked when he declares her the winner of the TSL quiz and agrees to form a pact with her, but she was always taught not to look a gift horse in the mouth. She’s nervous to be close enough for him to put a pact mark on her skin, as he had just tried to rip her limb from limb not too long ago, but she steps forward anyway.

“You need bare skin, right?” she sighs, rolling up her left jacket sleeve.

“W-w-what?!” Levi stammers, stepping back and throwing his arms up in front of himself.

“For the pact mark,” Delphi clarifies, rolling her eyes. Clearly Levi no longer presents a danger. Her jacket sleeve will only roll to her elbow, so she just sheds it, discarding it onto a chair with a huff. She’s tired and sore and ready to get this over with so she can go to bed. Turns out being thrown around like a ragdoll is exhausting.

Levi swallows hard. “O-oh. Right. W-where..?”

“My arm,” she snaps, gesturing to her left bicep.

“R-right! Okay! So I just-“

With a sigh, Delphi grabs Levi’s wrist, pulls him toward her, and places his hand palm down on her bicep. The searing pain begins immediately as the magic of the pact burns itself into her skin. Already in a shit mood, she grimaces at the sensation. She hisses once through gritted teeth, but that’s all she allows herself.

Levi watches her with amber eyes wide. He doesn’t actually know too much about pacts himself, but from what he’s been told, the marking process is incredibly painful. And here’s this human in front of him, wincing sure, but just standing there. Taking it.

The pain subsides after a few more moments and Delphi lets go of Levi’s arm, letting him jump back like he was the one who’d just been branded. The hook-shaped mark glows orange for a brief moment, then fades to black, looking for all the world like a tattoo.

“Great, now that that's over, I need to borrow your cursed vinyl copy of the TSL soundtrack,” Delphi says, picking up her jacket and shoving it back on.

Slack-jawed, Levi nods.

---

Heavy pounding on his door startles Mammon out of bed. He’s shocked and annoyed to find Levi standing there when he opens it.

“D’ya have any idea what time it is, Levi?” he yawns, scratching his shoulder. Levi shoves his way into the room, standing in the center of the floor until Mammon shuts the door.

Levi starts, “When you marked Delphi for your pact, did she just-“

“Stand there and take it?” Mammon finishes. “Yeah. It was like she barely felt it.”

“What kind of human is she? Does she just not feel pain?” Levi asks.

“Nah, she felt it,” Mammon replies, shaking his head. “She just took it.”

Throwing his arms up, Levi exclaims, “But that’s insane! Isn’t the pact mark literally-“

“Hell fire,” another voice finishes from the doorway.

Both the second- and third-born jump at the sudden intrusion. They both spin around to see their younger brother standing in the doorway, his massive frame taking up the entire entrance.

“Beel!” Mammon shouts. “Didn't anybody ever teach ya how to knock?!”

Beelzebub shrugs, stepping inside the room. He explains, “I came to ask you something, but then I heard you talking about Delphi and the pact marks. She really just didn't react to the pain?”

“I mean, she reacted,” Levi says. “But you wouldn’t have thought she was being burned by hell fire.”

“She barely even flinched,” Mammon adds, his eyes practically sparkling.

“Hmm,” Beel hums, no longer looking at either of his brothers. He shoves his hands in his pockets staring absently at the floor. Mammon and Levi continue chattering away about the human, but Beel doesn’t hear what they say. Could she really be that strong?

“Beel!”

The sixth-born looks up with a jolt hearing Mammon yell his name.

“Ya said you came to ask us somethin’, what was it?”

Beel shakes his head. “I don’t remember.”

---

[lucy-the-cat]

Oh my god, as someone with BPD I’ve been screaming about Maven displaying BPD traits since forever lmfaooooo

I know he is not written with the disorder in mind but it is a head canon of mine that he has it and no one can pry that from my cold dead borderline hands.

I write him with the disorder in mind! Especially in his relationship with Cal. There's a section of Lover's Curse where they argue and I definitely used Borderline disinterpretation as the basis for it.

Cal is terrible at remaining inconspicuous.  

First, he nearly gets us captured by chattering with the locals in Naercy.  Then, a guard starts chasing us down in Delphie because someone didn’t hide his flamemakers properly.  (“That someone was you.”  “Don’t change the subject!”).  And now he’s going to blow our cover with his inability to slouch.

“There’s nothing wrong with--”

“Everything is wrong with it.  No commoner has a back that straight.  Are you trying to get us caught?”

Cal sighs.  “You yelling at me for being conspicuous is infinitely more suspicious than my slouching.”

“And now we’re deflecting.”  I throw my hands in the air.  “All this effort, just for you to ruin it.”

“I haven’t done anything!”

“Exactly!  I’m doing all the work.”

“Sirs?”  A shopkeeper taps me on the shoulder.  “Is there a problem?”

It takes all I have not to point at Cal.

and

The water taunts me, lapping at and spilling over the sides in tiny droplets.  One lands on my skin and I flinch.  Ugh.  The paddle slashes through the river, but the canoe spins in a circle.  “Are you kidding me?”

“You’re paddling wrong.”

I sneer.  “Of course.  It could never be your fault.”

Cal massages his forehead.  “Please work with me.”

“Fine.  Order me about.  It’s what you do best.”  I stab the water without looking.  “Am I too slow?  Too delicate?  Tell me, Cal.  I’m all ears.”

Cal reaches for my hand, and I pinch him.  He yelps.  “Do you want to get to the Lakelands or not?”

“I want you to treat me with respect.  The bare minimum, and you can’t do it.  Is it a wonder I hate you?”  I shake my head.  “You never change.  Doesn’t matter how competent I am, how intelligent, how skilled, you’ll never see me as anything but poor little Mavey.  Never good enough.  Always lesser.”

Cal frowns.  “Weren’t we talking about paddles?”

“No.  We were talking about me.”

Borderline is the most treatable of the Cluster B disorders, so I definitely lean on it a LOT when writing redemption arcs for him.