#nector save!

[nectorbruise]

INTRODUCTION POST

Hi, I’m Risk or Nector (they/them) and this is my art account! <33

My alt is @popsocket-mouth where I write poetry because I’m a nerd who loves poetry, maybe you do too???

Here I do fanart and I plan on doing oc work in the future.

All my art is under the hashtag nector art!

My other tags are tagged on both this post and my alt

Please be nice I break easily

Here’s a list of fandoms I’m interested in and might draw for or do draw for. I’ll be adding to this constantly with no particular order.

-Total Drama Island, Gravity Falls, Keeper of The Lost Cities (kotlc,) Hatchetfeild Universe-Starkid, Into/Across the Spiderverse, Smosh, Ninjago, Marvel (I’m in love with Clint Barton), The Unwanteds, Hazbin Hotel, Steven Universe, ect.

(I’m so boring L)

DNI LIST:

Dream-team fan base, Wilbur Soot defenders, incest, terfs, pro-shippers, bigots, trolls. DNI goes both ways, I will block you. It’s not personal.

[popsocket-mouth]

HI

I'm Risk or Nector, I like both so I don't mind either.

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My pronouns are They/them but my gender experience is a trainwreck so I might change it up

I write poetry in my freetime over one of my many interests. I draw too but that's a different blog: @nectorbruise but here I just write...hopefully

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To organize myself, here are my tags: nector poem! nector save! nector art! (I think) nector updates! nector post!

My ao3 is wastedflowerfeilds (yeah I'm also feed-adrenaline) I'm trying to write "good fanfiction, for once" on there

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Some things I'm interested in, with no order:

Ninjago, Smosh, Kotlc, Gravity Falls, Tmnt (mostly 2012) Generation Loss, MCU, Spiderverse, fanon dsmp, ect.

(I'm never growing up.)

banners by kirafesmaichuu

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And yeah, I think that's everything. So again, hi, and welcome to whatever the fuck this is. :D

[popsocket-mouth]

Gossip, poetry, and worship.

That is worrisome.

Witchcraft, Wisdom, Death...

[peanutpermit]

Y'all hear me out....

If Percy wasn't in agony when he was holding the sky.....

Story time ❤❤

Warnings:

Death

Gore

Not like the real book

And enjoy

Btw got this idea from somebody it was a comic but I don't remember the name srry❤

As soon as I take the sky off Artemis's back I fall to my knees immediately. I can't move at all through the pain,and through my fuzzy vision I can see Artemis fighting Atlas, and Artemis falling down the rocky hill. I start to panic, I can't move, see clearly, or talk under the whole pressure of the sky. I crumble seeing all my friends in pain and trouble. My eyes shut for a few seconds, but it feels more like a hour.

When I open my eyes again I am back at CHB, but it feels familiar.... Its replaying my first day at camp..

"You drool when you sleep..."

I hear a voice that belongs to 12yr old Annabeth

I snap out of it

My eyes burn I realize I never closed them, I'm hallucinating.

I hear Annabeth scream, when I see her on the ground trying to fight Atlas with the slash he just got on her already very injured body, she can't even stand from holding the sky for 22 hours.

All I see is red.

My legs start to shake and I blank out. Its like I'm not in my body, nor mind anymore,this has to be somebody else.

I hear myself yelling at Atlas

"Stop This Now.."

"Im sorry what did you say, Perseus Jackson!"

"Hey why don't you pick on somebody your own size?"

"WHO WOULD THAT BE PERSEUS JACKSON BECAUSE YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS TOO WEAK FOR ME."

I look back at Annabeth I'm not in my body, I'm not on my right mind...but right now I don't care all I see is red

"Don't you tell me she's weak, heck she's stronger than you!"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY!"

"You heard me Atlas."

"Oh yeah? Perseus Jackson you made me do this." He knocked Annabeth out, and now she's unconscious laying down.

"ANNABETH........Atlas."

"She will die in about a hour without nector, or ambrosia and with all her friends unconscious she won't get any!"

My eyes start shaking in the complete anger I feel consumed by

"ATLAS.."

He watches in horror as I am able to get up from my knees, to my feet.

"WHAT, Y-Y-YOU CAN'T DO THAT WITHOUT DYING..."

He watches me slowly stand up my whole body buzzing from the weight of the whole sky on my shoulders.

I stumble towards him.

"I might not be able to walk straight with this on my shoulders, but you can't even walk right now watching me."

Atlas can't move, and can speak very little.

"E-even the G-G-GODS CAN'T HOLD THE SKY UP, HOW ARE Y-Y-YOU!."

my eye twitches, everybody is awake now watching me

as Atlas is frozen in horror I bend down with struggle

"I knew you couldn't do it."

"Oh I'm sorry I was picking my sword up Atlas." My eye twitches again

"Atlas if you are as strong as you say, I invite you to a sword dual ."

"......"

"Do you surrender Atlas."

"....."

I look down at the Atlas he is shaking and crying like a small ally cat in the cold rain.

I realize I am shaking almost as much as him my body starting to strain from holding all the weight my crazy burst of energy is fading.

"Atlas you gave me no choice but to kill you, you harmed everybody here. You killed Bianca Di Angelo, and Zoë Nightshade on this quest just to save Artemis, that you stole! You must suffer death in the most painful way for vengeance."

"Oh and don't forget before I let go of the sky....Catch!"

I drop the sky on Atlas as he struggles to catch it on his shoulders, he gets the burden I've been carrying for 5 hours, Annabeth for 22 hours...

annabeth,

Annabeth,

"ANNABETH!"

I run to Annabeth feeding her some of ambrosia.

"Are you going to be okay!"

"..."

She stared at me with wide eyes and slowly nods

"Okay Annabeth I'm going to help you after something."

I walk with a limp to Atlas my energy draining by the second really feeling the weight on me again

(Death and gore in case you wanna skip)

"Atlas I'm going to kill you, but I know Hades and I know for a fact your going to stay here as a spirit to still hold the sky its too heavy to move, so you are going to die and stay here forever holding the sky up got it?!"

My eye won't stop twitching I have no idea why it keeps doing that

I raise my sword and strike Atlas

(Death and gore part skip if you want)

I watch his body fall limp, blood covering his body, and gushing out of his head I cracked with Riptide

To my surprise he glances back at me until his eyes slowly roll back into his head

I look up to see the sky still up so I was right his spirit is still struggling with every breath, forever.

I rush to Annabeth not looking back at the lifeless body of Atlas.

(End of death and gore)

I fall to my knees exhausted

"Can you walk Percy?.."

I hear Annabeth rasp behind me

I try to stand again and I'm a little wobbly

"I'll be fine lets get everybody back to camp. AH my eye hurts a little I don't know why but it keeps flinching."

suddenly I start laughing uncontrollably like a maniac

my eyes start to cry, except its only the one that's been twitching.

My laugh dies down enough to whisper

"Help me it feels like my body is going to crush under this weight, my eye feels like its going to pop!.."

Annabeth Pov for a sec

I watch Percy crumple to the ground crying about the skies weight on him

I look Percy in his eye that hurts its slowly turning gray as he laughs like he's crazy

Then he collapsed

End of Annabeth's pov back to Percy

WAITTT guys PT 2 is going in my other tumbler account so......yeah

Other account is @sleepyycapybara

Pls check out pt2 on my main posting account

If you saw a mistake no u didn't 👀💀

Slayy see you laterrr❤❤❤

[cipser-wisepurpleowl]

The Cursed Roblox Story: Telamon's Bonus

I have only heard about this now of all things and this story was featured on a forum post from June 2010 or Summer 2010.

Original Link: http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=27910019 -> Only shows disabled forum message on the official site and wayback machine

Although, the text related to the fourm post has been saved via pastebin and reddit. The story in question is about Builderman and Telamon in a sexual situation.

[Contains NSFW below]

Telamon moved his toung up and down Builderman's shaft. "Ohh... Tel-... amon... You're ama-... zing" Builderman complimented Telamon. Suddenly Telamon put his whole mouth over Builderman's member and bobbed his head up and down while tounging Builderman's tip. The hot beath on his phallus was amazing it felt like heaven to him. Then it felt different, 'what was Telamon doing?' Builderman thought. Suddenly it struck him, Telamon was now sucking on his erect member. "Ohh... w.. wow..." Builderman panted. And suddenly a boiling feeling swelled up in his loins and went through his whole body. "TELAMOOOOOON!!!" Builderman cried as he hit his climax, causing him to come into Telamon's mouth.

Telamon began sucking up the salty, and slightly bitter, nector from Builderman's member. "Mmmm, you taste great Builderman," Telamon said while trying to catch his breath. Then Telamon turned around and bent over "ok... ready.. you promised that it would... feel good right?" Telamon asked in an unsure way. "Yeah, but it might hurt a bit first" warned Builderman as he slided is lubricated cock into Telamon's an*us. "AUGH!!!!" Telamon yelped as Builderman went deeper in.

At first it hurt, it hurt a lot, then the pain started to numb away and the way it rubbed Telamon's anus made it feel like he was cumming with every thrust. But he knew it was just a trick to his body. Then Builderman reached down and grabbed Telamon's phallus and began stroking the shaft. They both were getting exausted and Telamon felt like his arms would give and he would fall onto the floor but he tried his hardest to stay up.

Then Telamon felt it, a boiling sensation running through his body, this pleasure was the best he'd ever had, soon enough he hit his climax and the contractions in his an*us that were caused by his pleasure was the last straw on Builderman as he also came. The feeling of coming together was pure bliss. Soon after they had had their 'fun' they were so exausted that they collapsed onto the floor. "I- I love you buil-..." Telamon admitted while in his afterglow. "I love you too Tela" Builderman responded with a smirk. Qucikly after they fell asleep next to eachother having great dreams about their future 'business'.

[charlottekaye]

Just a little bee trying his best

[whydoeseverythinghurt]

Can you honestly can a god the savior of your friends when one of them chose not to be saved?

Do you think Kipperlilly uses Devil's Nector so that her prayers can be truly felt? (Like they would have been if not for Lucy's choice.) Do you think Kipperlilly resents Lucy for making her go out of her way to acquire a special substance, or do you think she sees it as a minor inconvenience? Does the death of her friend hurt more, or the complication that arose from it that won't let her forget?

lucy, you're coming back to us too, right? to me?

[iliumheightnights]

Piloting your heart | Poe Dameron x Male Reader

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Male Reader

Summary: Poe is crashing hard on you, another pilot. Now he just has to find the courage to tell you.

A/N: Another cowrite with @inhumanshadows​, this time we’re writing for Poe! It’s been a hot second since I’ve got a Poe story out and it makes me happy.

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Poe was dodging the blaster fire of the TIE fighters chasing him. "Blast. I just need a good get around." BB8 beeped in acknowledgment. "Keep an eye out BB!" He continued to doge while trying to find a clear opening to turn around.

"I got ya!" Before he knew it your B-wing came swooping in. Powering up your canons you shot out your laser hitting all of the TIEs in one swoop. "WWOOOAAAH! That's what I'm talking about! You're all clear Poe!"

"Right! Thanks (Y/N)!" Poe hit in the coordinates for hyperspace while you did the same. "See you back at the base."

"Not if I see you first."

You couldn't see from your ship but Poe was blushing hard.

You circled back, headed towards the base informing the general as well as the hangar crew of what transpired. You landed in the hangar with no problems, jumping out while the other crew members started to look over the ship and see what needed repairs.

You gasp as you take off your helmet, running your fingers through your sweaty hair. Before leaving to head to your quarters, you see Poe's X-wing land. 

"Looks like I win Poe!!" You shout as you leave.

Poe only shook his head. "Show off." The cockpit opened and Poe took off his helmet, shaking out his hair. Stepping down the ladder, BB8 was set beside him. "Good job BB. Another good mission." Bwoop.

"So you're saying (Y/N) DIDN'T need to save you?" The familiar voice of Finn said behind him.

"Oh ha ha. I could have taken them out if he hadn't intervened."  Boop. "You little traitor! If you like him so much go be his droid."

Bwoop Beep "No! Don't you 'Fine I will' me!!." Poe says, face in shock.

Finn rolls his eyes at his dramatic friend. "so... when are you gonna do it man?"

Poe stops glaring at his droid to look at Finn confused. "Do what? Let BB-8 be Y/N's droid? Never"

"No..." Finn sighs. "when are you gonna ask Y/N out on a date? I mean now would be best, the First Order is quiet and we're all here..."

Poe blushed. "I don't know what you're talking about." He set his helmet on a tool box and averted his gaze to look anywhere other than Finn.

Finn only laughed at him before clapping his shoulder. "Poe, buddy. The First Order's getting more bold and we never know what'll happen. You should take the chances that are in front of you. I see the way you look at him and I see how he looks at YOU. You can talk to him on missions, why can't you just do it now?"

Poe finally sighed and gave in. "Fine. I just...don't know how to talk to him. It's different when we're on a mission, on a mission we know we're partners looking out for each other. When we're not..." Poe got quiet.

"When you're not you're back to being just people. Don't worry, just talk to him. The worst thing he can do is say no...which I KNOW he won't." Finn gave a pat to his shoulder before leaving. "Come on BB, Rey wanted you to help her train." BEEP!

Poe just watches as Finn and his droid disappear around a corner. Poe didn't want to admit it but Finn had a point. He shouldn't have a problem talking to you when you're out of the cockpits.

"Won't know unless I try will I?" He asks the empty hallway. 

Well... first stop... a shower, He tells himself.

While in the shower Poe couldn't help but let his mind wonder about all the possibilities that could happen with him asking. The worst you could say was no. No that wasn't the worst! You could laugh at him, you could get angry, maybe you wouldn't want to be anywhere near him anymore. There were lots of bad possibilities and Poe didn't like it. He hadn't realized he was trying to talk himself out of talking to you until he realized he had been in the shower for almost twenty minutes. 

"Oh...Karabast."

Turning off the shower he stepped out a dried off with a towel. Once he was tried off he slipped on some underwear and began to clean up. Somehow, he still had enough courage to talk to you and he was going to be sure he looked good. Going to his closet he pulled out his new jacket, a shirt and some firm fitting pants. Once he was fully dressed he gave one last pep talk to himself in the mirror. "You can do this. You've talked to him lots of times. Just pretend you're on a mission."

After a few more moments of psyching himself up in the mirror, Poe turned towards the door. 

It flung open with a loud fwoosh and Poe let out a very manly squeak.

“Oh hey Poe.” You said, waving. “I- um was wondering if you wanted to get our usual post battle drinks?”

For a while Poe didn't respond, just looked at you. Of course you'd already be there.

"Hello? You alright Poe?"

You waved a hand in front of his face and it snapped him out of his trace. His face turned bright red. "I'm fine." His voice cracked and he noticed, so did you. "I-I mean I'm fine. Yeah let's get drinks." He didn't wait for an answer before he slipped past you and began walking to the cantina. You stared at him confused but ultimately shrugged and followed him

The two of you got to the cantina and took a seat at the bar. "I'll take a glass of Naboo Nector."

"And I'll have a Tatooine sunset please."

The bar droid got to work on your drinks and it got quiet between the two of you. "So..." You said first.

"So..." He said after.

Come on Poe! Say something!!

“Nice flying out there Y/N! Way to save my ass..” He says awkwardly.

Really??? That’s what he decided to say???

You stare at him after he says that and can't help but laugh.

"Oh my god! You really suck at this don't you?"

Poe blushed again and looked away. "What do you mean? I was just saying-"

"I know what you were saying. And thanks but what do you really have on your mind? I've never seen you act this awkward before and honestly it's both adorable and scary." You laughed again causing him to groan.

You pat his back as he sips at his drink. "Hey... relax. it's just me. You can talk to me about anything man."

"anything?" Poe asks. You nod. "Okay so I like this guy and he's just so awesome and cool. But I don't know how to talk to him without being weird."

"Okay... well I mean Finn's pretty chill so..."

"Finn? Who said anything about Finn?"

"Oh! I just thought...You and Finn are so close so I figured that's who you were talking about."

Poe laughed and took another drink. "Finn's great but he's not the one I'm talking about." He then got enough courage and looked you in the eyes. "I'm talking about someone else."

You gulp as you look him in the eyes. Not really sure what to say now, any sort of confidence you had was quickly fading. "So...who ARE you talking about?" Your voice was getting more quiet.

He only smiled. "I think you know."

You look at him confused and try to wrack your brain.

“Oh... OH!! You mean me?” You ask.

“Yes you ya dork. I like you a lot. Like really like you.”

You blush as he says that but soon you can't stop the wide smile that grows on your face. "Really? I-I like you too."

You look him in the eyes again and when you look at him you can't help but seem him in a different light. He no longer was just a friend, he was and always has been, someone you cared deeply for.

[caljr-gridlock]

Heatstroke

Cal Jr:

I try to save the books.

"Away you uncultured heathens!"

I try to get my bag back as they dump it out in search of food.

(Crack Addict): "Look its HER!"

They get excited at the NUDES of Meradieth thinking its the ever elusive Lolly.

"That is not HER its our blessed mother Mera-"

Millie drags me away before I get SHIVED with a rusty homemade blade.

(Millie): "Lets just go I got some!!"

She shows me the bottle of orange nector. If we wanted to keep the bar hopping we had to add some to the booze to keep people coming back Crescendo's little secret.

I run into the bar hearing shots outside ..someone was probably getting strung up now by the hoods for having the pages

damnit

I quickly check how many books I have left.

[gogh-save-the-bees]

I make a lot of bee-centered posts and many people comment how scared they are of bees, how much they hate bees or how to tell the difference between wasps and bees.

This post is focused on honey bees and wasps, which are most commonely mistaken for each other. Apiphobia, the irrational fear of bees (also known as melissophobia) is very common. And in most cases this fear comes from lack of knowledge and confusing them with wasps.

They are mistaken for each other primarily because they both has slender bodies (compared to bumble bees) and are both capable of giving painful stings and i think that's where the fear comes from.

Honeys bees will sting if provoked whereas wasps are naturally more aggressive. Bees are more gentle and generally only string when they feel in danger.

You can tell a bee from a wasp by the following: [honey] bees are hair while wasps usually have smooth shiny skin.

A wasps legs hang down when they are flying but when a bee flies their legs are usually hidden. A bees legs are also flatter and fluffier.

Bees help by pollinating our plants and east pollen and nector. Wasps eat human food left lying around and help us by eating other insects.

Bees are gentle in nature and rarely sting but wasps are more aggressive and ready to sting.

Why do we need Wasps?

Wasps have earned a bad reputation but despite their aggression they play a huge role in our ecosystem. Without them, the world would be overrun with spiders and insects.

Each summer, social wasps in the UK capture an estimated 14 million kilogrammes of insect prey, such as caterpillars and greenfly.

Wasps sting to slow down their prey and defend their nest and themselves. They sometimes sting us because they see us as a probable threat, even if we don't really pose one.

Unlike [honey] bees, wasps don't die from stinging. [Honey] bees sacrifice their lives as their stings have a set of tiny barbs that hook into the skin.

As much as so many of us hate wasps they are vital to our environment.

Why do we need bees?

"More than 90% of the leading global crop types are visited by bees."

Bees are vital to our environment and our food supply. While other pollinators, like butterflies, hoverflies, wasps, even some birds collect pollen but they only visit flowers enough to feed themselves. Whereas bees are generally the most effective pollinators because they visit more flowers and carry more pollen between them.

We all know by now that there is a dangerous and worrying decline in the bee population. This decline is caused by a combination of stresses - from loss of their habitat and food sources to exposure to pesticides and the effects of climate change.

If you don't like bees/or wasps, that's okay. But don't let your fear and/or hate for these creatures get in the way of the fight to save them!

[nightfuryobsessed]

I refuse

Summary: After an adventure gone wrong, Illinois confesses but fears that he may not be strong enough to save them.

What’s an adventurer to do?

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I panted as I carefully sat down on the ground, one of my hands on my side as I tried to stop the bleeding. Illinois and I were on an adventure again, there were traps and while most went off how they normally would, one got me. It was delayed and the arrow went straight into my side.

“(Y/n),” my fellow adventurer shouted, the panic clear in his voice. I would have laughed if I could. God everything felt so damn cold already. How long has it even been since I got shot? It couldn’t have even been a minute.

“I-I’m sorry, I should have made sure everything was safe,” he muttered, the tears in his eyes now streaming down his face. That wasn’t like Illinois, he never showed this much emotion. He was too hard-headed and adventurous. When we first met he didn’t even seem upset with the whole idea of me going my own way. Why is he so upset now?

“Illi,” I say softly, laughing before wincing in pain. “Calm down and breathe. It’ll be okay.”

“Okay!? (Y/n), you...you were just shot by an arrow in the side! You’re already losing so much blood-” Oh, so that’s why it’s so cold now. “-please, I don’t want to lose you too. All my other partners died so fast, please you have to be the one to break the curse.”

I laughed softly before wincing, looking up at the cavern ceiling. Some of it had broken off long ago, now showing the beautiful stars and galaxies the city made invisible. I smiled softly before reaching up to gently touch my friend’s face. He has stubble now, a bit longer than when we first met, but still not enough to be considered a beard.

“I’m sorry. Maybe someone else can help fix your curse. It’s so cold Illi,” I whimpered, wincing before coughing, not knowing how it was affecting my friend. My love.

I looked up when I felt Illinois sit next to me. I hissed slightly when I was moved, now leaning against my fellow adventurer as he gently draped his cape over my shoulders. I had given it to him as a gift on our tenth adventure. It was cold there, and I had gotten us both something warm. I’m glad that he kept it.

“Illi...could you sing me a smile,” I ask softly, looking up to see his golden-brown eyes crease with a ghost of a smile. It was something we used to say when we were bored. It was mostly to tease each other, but it eventually became our thing.

“S-sure. Any requests?”

“You know the one,” I say laughing softly before curling up against Illinois. He was so warm, it was nice.

“Birds flyin’ high. You know how I feel, sun in the sky. You know how I feel. Breeze driftin’ on by, you know how I feel. It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life, for me~”

“And I’m feelin’~”

“Good.”

His voice was weaker, just like mine. I panted as I laid my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, making me smile. He could always comfort me. I smiled as I laid my head down on his shoulder. It was getting colder and I knew what was going on.

“I’m sorry,” I mutter. “I couldn’t break your curse.”

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It had been a few hours since you had passed. The young adventurer panted as he put the last stone in place. He knelt in the soft dirt, lowering his head and offering a prayer, wishing your soul peace and a safe return to whatever afterlife you believed in.

Illinois walked home, setting his things down before gently placing the rare, golden flower in its new planter. He sniffled as he watered it, smiling as he remembered you telling him the story about this flower. It was said to bring joy and happiness to those who eat its nector, and bring life if you ate the petals. Given that he had already buried you before remembering the flower just now, it would be impossible to test the flower's powers.

The adventurer went to bed that night, fearing what he will, and will not see tomorrow.

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“Illinois, get up you lazy sack of bones, we gotta get that plant ready for the city,” a soft voice calls, heavy pressure on the adventurer’s back. He groaned before opening his eyes, looking around with a yawn before looking at the pressure, raising a brow when he saw a large house cat on his back. It was a cute black cat with large (e/c) eyes, though they were closed now.

“Hey little guy, what are you doing here?”

The adventurer watched as the cat jumped off his stomach and sat in front of the flower he had planted last night. He was surprised to find that one of the petals was missing. How odd.

“Okay, I guess we’ll take care of all this.”

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As the days and years progressed, the adventurer community took notice of Illinois’ new pet. He never went anywhere without them and gave them a rather...human name.

(Y/n)

No one questioned it anymore. They just let the partnerless man adventure with his black cat. As long as they were safe and didn’t get hurt right?

[claudiafekete]

January, 25: Angst(or, The Bronze Jar)

See what we got here... 2019 Nico di Angelo Birthday Event(thanks @solangeloweek)! Wrote a piece of angst and hope it wasn’t completely trash. Warning: you must realize that someone would never do that in reality, right? (by that I mean... sexual assault.) AO3 version

When they picked him up, they picked him up like a worm in rotten meat. They were gentle. If you want to set a trap, you must make sure that all the springs and iron claws are in good shape. They were not going to kill him. They would not let him die before other half-bloods came to rescue. If other demigods knew the boy had left nothing but his body they would be outraged but, they won’t waste their time saving a corpse before saving the world. He must be alive. He must be breathing. Gaea wanted him alive. The thought disgusted Nico. He wanted to live, he didn’t want to be the bait.

He slipped down the surface of the jar. It’s cold. He kind of welcome it. With fire river burning his taste buds and lava ground slowing his steps, ice wasn’t as intimidating as before. Cold meant being alone, but guess what he had figured out in his short, miserable life? There were company worse than that. Touches more vicious than bites. He could not think he could not-

The giants picked up the jar. His fingers sliced through his own blade, leaving him with another burning cut. He would have cursed if he wasn’t that exhausted already.

Nico thought he was like a hamster, crawling on the cage’s floor. *

He must had fallen asleep without realizing it. Otherwise there was no way he’d be that surprised. Right, he chocked, it’s air of Tartarus. He’d used up all the oxygen, leaving nothing but poison. He had the last resort in his pocket but he would rather not use it. Not until the last second. He felt himself being ripped apart pieces by pieces, bones disconnecting slowly. Maybe it’s exactly what its like stepping into River Styx. He thought of Percy. He had thought that maybe by being the last person Percy saw before setting his feet in the river, he would be that link, the one thing keeping him connected with this world. If he became that one thing, the most important thing sticking Percy in place, then maybe, Percy would grow feelings for him.

Nonsense. He was childish. He was dreaming. The day the second Titan war ended, the day they went back to camp, was the day Percy and Annabeth were thrown into the lake, together, holding hands. It should be me you’re holding I want you to hold me, if I dropped into River Styx it would be you keeping me in the living world. Bianca was gone so there is only, the feeling for whom I deeply resented-

He stuffed the first pomegranate seed into his mouth. *

“Could you hear what I’m saying?”

Nico blinked. It wasn’t that there was anything that could be seen, closing or opening eyelids made no difference. There was nothing to be observed with eyes. He was all alone in a bronze jar, waiting for someone, anyone that could let him out. The sound was faint. It was probably an illusion made by his brain.

“Neeks!” He caught his sister’s anxious voice before falling further into darkness. *

There were hands on him. It couldn’t be real. He remembered taking the second seed. He must be sleeping or said, partly dead. He couldn’t possibly be feeling anything of the outside world. It must be inside his own head, or flashbacks. And it wasn’t a flashback. It couldn’t be.

“Let go of me.” He shoved. The other let out a deep rambling of smirk and grabbed his wrist, hard. Nails broke his skin when he was pinned down on the floor. Human skin on human skin. “Percy, let me go!” He shrieked.

“You didn’t mean it.” Nico felt lips on his, teasing and testing and intruding. Percy was kissing him. Percy never had kissed him. He never knew, never knew that Nico wanted him, wanted him and – loved him. Nico couldn’t hold back his tears. It’s not real but it felt too vivid. Percy’s warmth his breath his nails (not claws) his hand (no fur) his lips soft. It’s wrong, horrible. It’s sweet, intoxicating. It was everything he wished that never happened and things he had been craving for so long. He meant it and he didn’t mean it. He realized until that moment that he wasn’t wearing anything. That was the same time something hard slammed into him.

He

couldn’t

fight

the pain

pleasure

it’s Percy.

His brain must had been ruined by poison of Achlys. There was no other explanation he would let himself be used like this, even in a dream. Humiliation. Weren’t they acquaintance for too long?

Thrust.

Heat.

Explosion.

White light filled his vision.

When he looked up,

Percy was wearing that grin he had before he and Annabeth kissed. Before Nico watched it happened form far, far away.

He couldn’t bear it anymore. *

Blood warm and sticky swirled up into a pool underneath him. How could he bleed so much blood without falling int coma? The feeling was too peaceful. He hadn’t felt so comfortable for a long time. Where was I? What was I doing?

Then it clicked.

“No.” He sat bolt upright, previous atmosphere falling apart. He must be imaging it. There was no way it was real, no way he would see it if he opened his eyes. It was his nerves doing, mounted pressure messing. He should open his eyes now he wouldn’t be seeing-

Nico screamed.

Well, he would have if his voice wasn’t taken away by the horrible scene in front of him. There was that kind of brutality that could cage your breath in your lungs. Distress that clung your throat so tight not a single drop of dust could pass.

Percy Jackson was dead. His throat had been torn apart, flesh turning a color of deep red. He couldn’t be mistaken for sleeping with that expression of utmost terror sticking on his face. His eyes were opened revealing nothing but the back of eyes. Dull. White. Blank. The body he left behind were twisted, limbs fell into impossible angles. Something white stuck out of his left elbow – or in the mess that used to be it.

“No.” Nico couldn’t say it, not even in a vision. He couldn’t risk his own voice. “No.”

“Get out of the way!” A boy ran to the body out of nowhere. Nico remembered that outfit, white bandage with intertwining snakes on it. A medic. The boy wasted no time pouring nector on those nasty wounds. Bobbles formed on the edges as the medic started a chant. He must be a child of Apollo.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. He couldn’t even hear himself with his voice no louder than the voice of the dead. Up and down, he could only feel his lips and tongue moving up and down. “I’m sorry. I never want to kill him. I never want him dead. I wouldn’t bear to see it. I would rather meet my own end than watch him walks into his. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’M SORRY!” The last few words took air away in his lungs. He couldn’t breathe.

Then the scene changed.

He was on half – blood hill near the strawberry field. With black jeans and aviator jacket on he wasn’t naked anymore. Glancing around, he saw the medic treating Percy earlier walk right up to him. A memory. There was no way withdrawing his hand when Will Solace took it. Breeze brushed through blond curls before his eyes.

Soft. The boy’s touch was gentle.

“Please come to the infirmary. Let us check you up. Trust me.” Solace smiled, his gaze transfixed Nico on the spot. “We won’t hurt you.”

Nico felt a tear roll down his cheeks, and he broke.

The sound faded, light dimmed into darkness and colors vanished, but the clear blue eyes remain. He felt more naked than before in front those eyes. Those eyes offered comfort. They gave out care freely to a stranger. They whispered “safety” in them. Tears rushed down uncontrollably as noise free itself from his throat. He wanted to believe them. He wanted to be taken care of. He wanted a place to sleep soundly. He wanted home.

But he didn’t trust them. He couldn’t. It was like yesterday when Percy showed up at school dance and fought the manticore for him and Bianca. He had so much faith in Percy as to entrust him with his dear sister’s life. It was more precious than his own.

Percy failed him. Minos used him. Hades wished he was the one killed instead of Bianca. At the start of all of events, his big sister abandoned him. They all turned their backs on him. He couldn’t trust Solace. He curved himself up, small as a ball in this empty space. For him, no one could be trusted. No one. He sobbed, his heart hollow. Forever. *

There wasn’t a single seed left when he opened his palm.

[authorgirl1111]

Olympian Pain - Poseidon

Warning: Some swearing

Poseidon still remembered that time he and Apollo had been human for a few years. It was horrible, backbreaking work from sun up too sun down building that wall. (Poseidon was thrilled when that wall had breached in Trojan War he hated that thing with a passion). It was painful, it was annoying.

Compared to Apollo’s current stint as a mortal, it was a walk in the park. Least he had someone to share his pain with. Least Apollo was a decent entertainer… when he wasn’t over glorifying himself.

Now watching Apollo ready to end it all, ready to stab himself in the chest begging Caligula to release his friends. It was hard to watch. It was worse than anything Poseidon had experienced when he had been cast out of Olympus…

A part of Poseidon wished he had just sunk those boats years ago.

Course he only figured out who those fifty some-odd yachts belonged too a few months ago, shortly before the war with Gaea, when one of his soldiers had finally caught a glimpse of the mans face.

Then the war of Gaea happened, and Zeus and the Fates had stated that Apollo had to be the one to defeat him. 

As a human. Because of course he fucking did.

Poseidon had told Zeus that was stupid. That Apollo was going up against three gods, who had armies larger then any demigod could reasonably defeat. That at the very least he should make Apollo a demigod, allow Apollo to eat and drink Ambrosia and Nector when he was injured, but Zeus had been adamant.

Right. Fine. Ok.

Thatwassofuckingstupidolympushelphim.

Least Apollo still had some of his powers…

He could still hear Leto crying, begging Zeus for more leniency.  (Ok fine Leto had been the one to suggest turning Apollo into a demigod, but Poseidon had hurriedly seconded the idea) 

Poseidon winced when Apollo shoved the arrow into his chest. Then had to listen as Apollo begged and pleaded for someone to save Jason.

But if someone saved Jason, Piper would die, and that was not a decision Poseidon was willing to make.

Still when Apollo, Piper and Meg found themselves floating in the ocean. He carefully and safely guided them to shore then a while later guided Jason’s body so Tempest could take him to Apollo and his friends.

Thanks @flightfoot for giving me the idea of how Apollo could be of help. 

[theloneliestmoonchild]

Life Is Good

4.24.19

2:53 PM

Work

Things are going so well!!

I'm currently at work covering someone's shift which is FINE because that means more money since more hours!! I desperately need to pay back my savings account but that's another story.

Anywho, I applied for a new job today, which honestly, probably won't go in my favor-but that's okay! I put myself out there. I'm trying which is awesome. Trying to remain positive for the future!

I recently began dabbling in cbd stuff and i have one of those new huni badger nector collector kits coming into today which I'm ridiculously STOKED about. Also have two more crumbles on the way and no joke I see some sort of overall improvement with my well being-I'll be sure to keep you updated!

After work I get to go home to my lovely partner and our two kitties!

So yeah life is good!

[ravenouscultleader780]

COTL : Goodbye Freakscult, Hello Nightosphere Cult!

Hello Everyone, so I have Recently been binge playing Cult of The Lamb and Has also Recently Deleted my Old Save File of The Freakscult/Boiling Isles. and Have Now 2 New Saves with The Most Recent being named The Freakscult 2(Previously called The Nector Hive) and the one i just created and is a remake of my old save which is The Nightosphere Cult. I will post some journal diaries very soon. but for now they are still pretty new and cuz im hyped for the 2 major free updates with relics of the old faith being most inticipated hence it's promising combat features and post game lore!

See you all soon fellow followers!

[linkspooky]

Vasuki and Washuutski

This is from an old post: 

The Washuu name itself may be connected to the tale of Vasuki. Source x, and also @hysyartmaskstudio​, and @karnasofsun on twitter.]

Nagaraja, or king of the naga or snakes, is a hindu mythological word associated with several separate king dragon/snakes. One of these is Vasuki, which in japanese is rendered as Washuukitsu. Vasuki has several myths about being tied to a mountain or holding things together. [x]

The chapter entitled “Saved from the Web” also featured this nod to hinduism, but at the end the characters who showed up, in spiderweb imagery on the background of their panels was V. Either as a reminder that Urie had not truly escaped from the Web, or they had been the ones who maintained the web by setting up the conflict that drove him there in the first place.

Hindu mythology also shows a war of binary opposition, between devas and asuras (angels and demons respectively), when one side became weakened they sought a ritual stirring of ‘Kasian Samut’ which is the ocean of milk, which thickened and concentrated will become the nector of immortality. 

Vasukira, king of the naga had to bind his massive body around Mandra the mountain, into Kasiam Samut in order to mix it. The devas also used the asuras into stirring for them, by saying they will share it with them when the ritual ends. However Vasukira grew tired and released poison by the end of the ritual.

The connections to tokyo ghoul then, are a bit obvious in this chapter alone we are given a small sampling as to what might be the source of the ghoul’s extended vitality.

 Vasukira releases both a poison and it brews an immortality elixir the same way V views the poison that is released by Dragon as a source of life for them.

There are already pieces of foreshadowing in place to suggest that either V, or humanity at large is seeking immortality through ghouls, or at least at the labor and behest of ghouls the same way Asura labored for the immortality of the Devas at the cost to themselves.

V already also has in their possession, a way of preserving their grown up garden children who are destined to only live half lives, and also the members of the Oggai operation who were revived via ghoul cells. It’s likely that this medicine may just be the dissolved ghouls, pure rc cells then packed into liquid bottles and traded in secret by V. They also use a giant grinder in order to make them, and oh so conveniently, have a war going against the ghouls which provides them with a near infinite supply of dead ghouls in order to continue making this medicine if it really is concentrated Rc Cells.

V has also, already disposed of the main head of this brewing process in Furuta’s hostile takeover. Perhaps modeling the same way Washuukitsu, in order to make his immortality elixir did so at great cost to himself and his own body.

Achievable immortality, the mixers are definitely V, but they were born with half lives in the first place. They’re probably desperate to extend their lives by any means possible not rule over humanity forever with immortality. It’s more likely that the race of angels, the humans in this metaphor will be the one to reap the benefits of the conflicts created by ghouls and half ghouls. At least if things were to continue to spiral uninterrupted.

This is where I brought my original post to an end but, I’d like to discuss on that point as well. Let’s talk about the morality of V’s reckless way of extending their lives for a moment. Take doesn’t really have any kind of comeback for Kaiko’s taunts, even though he knows the truth of Kishou’s wants and sacrifices perhaps better than anybody else. 

It makes sense that Take doesn’t really have anything to say in response though, as I’ve said in the previous two chapters, nobody on the side of the alliance has really surpassed V morally. Technically they’re fighting for the right side because they don’t want the world end, but in a good philosophy bad philosophy sense we don’t really know what the moral philosophy that the Goat Alliance is fighting for because they don’t even know themselves.

Take himself even describes the mist that causes ghoulification as a “toxin” as if V accepting the poison into their bodies somehow made them dirty, or unclean now that they’ve become ghouls.

It is a toxin in a sense that in some patients it’s causing cancer like symptoms and tumor formations, but what about the cases where all it does is turn them into ghouls. Of course, unwilling change of species is still a violation of the body but a human doesn’t suddenly become lesser if they are transformed into a ghoul.

There are some patients who aren’t experiencing the ROS overload or cancer like symptoms that Saiko displays, some of them are just turning into plain old normal ghouls. Of course the world would be unsustainable if everybody turned into ghouls but do those people really need to be cured? Wouldn’t it be more practical to just stop the spread of the poison and find a proper food source and education source for all the new converted ghouls instead?

The thing is, being turned into ghouls unwillingly, living as ghouls is still seen as the worst fate ever (even to Take who was part of a ghoul rebellion), because the vast majority of the cast hasn’t even solved nor thought about the central conflict of the series. They all have a case of “ghoul icky.” So we see V’s desperate attempts to extend their lifespan in an entirely unsympathetic light.

V is chopped apart horrifically by the CCG agents and ghouls alike, but it’s fine, they’re the bad guys, they’re completely disposable. In the manga which has been arguing against “otherization” tactics when fighting enemies and dehumanizing them, there’s a suspicious lack of any humanity in V itself.

V however, are a matured zero squad They’re grown up garden kids. It’s explicitly confirmed for us in this chapter, but it was laid out by Furuta a long time ago.

They’re quite literally bred and then raised from birth with the sole purpose of killing ghouls. Unlike all the ghoul investigators who chose their job, and can walk away any time without any consequence at all and just quit and start a new life, the V agents are born into this life and they only have a half life to live such a pitiful life in the first place. 

Before you say I’m sympathizing with V though, I’m not, they’re obviously the villains. Yet at the same time I have to wonder if Goat has any moral high ground over them, and if that’s the challenge the narration has to take. V is undefeated so far, because the CCG’s tactics are V’s tactics, and Marude hasn’t changed anything at all from his playbook besides “listen to Hide sometimes.”

The Washuu are much more responsible for the state of the world, and they were the ones actively breeding human beings, conducting human experimentation and profiting off of it. V were cogs in the machine who went along with Furuta’s plans for a coup because it was literally their only way to keep living.

Matsuri frames his revenge against V as a noble revenge against his father, when V was dispatching a tyrant who controlled all of their lives from birth, and profited off of it entirely. There’s also the fact that Marude, and Hide are completely okay with cooperating with Matsuri. Matusri’s entire reasoning for doing so is not because of regret for his actions, he doesn’t feel an ounce of regret for what he did as a Washuu and a ring leader of V. He’s only doing it to survive when this is all over.

As for the loss of human life it took to create dragon, quite literally nobody in the entire cast cared that Kaneki devoured 100 children willingly in order to extend his own lifespan as well. 

 Then there’s Kimi, who was completely okay with Dragon happening if it allowed her to prove the useful medicine of ghoul science. Medicine is a life extending technique as well. 

Her motivations are also entirely selfish as well. It’s not that ghouls are killed simply for what they’re born as, exterminated on sight without even due process so innocent ghouls are just as likely to be killed as mass murderers. She needs to change the world so she can get back together with her boyfriend. 

It makes me wonder if in a way V itself are the asuras of the myth. They’re the ones being tricked into brewing the immortality elixir for the rest of society, because as bred half ghouls and garden children they’ve been disposable since the beginning. They’re the other and the bad guys, so nobody cares that much if they’re overcome by the alliance and slaughtered entirely to produce a better world where ghoulification and ghoul medicine are now norms for humanity to reap the benefit of. 

In the past, V was at least being used that way by the Washuu in order to stage their shadow conflicts. It’s pretty clear V considers themselves a separate entity after the Coup, so all of their earlier actions were much more likely orchestrated by the Washuu before Furuta took control, for the benefit of solely the Washuu.

As I’ve said before, not a lot of these characters care that much about the actual morality of the ghouls vs human conflict. That’s something they need to do in order to ideologically overcome V. V is bad because they kill ghouls, but they were half humans raised from birth in order to do so. There are plenty of human characters in the cast who slaughtered ghouls left and right in the past with no remorse at all, and completely chose that lifestyle. The CCG is like a day job they don’t punish deserters they could have left the conflict any time. V are half ghouls they were born into it, the conflict is literally inseparable from their beings. 

To make a better world, these characters first have to think “How am I better? How will I be better?”

The theme of the manga ultimately is “Live”, so it’s rather fitting that the motivation of the villains is a simple desire for them to live as well.