#rue has two hands <33

[thekissofaphrodite]

Hiii im absolutely in-love with your writing and I was wondering if you could do Clarisse X daughter of Hecate (ive seen a few fics of this dynamic and as a child of Hecate and someone who has a massive crush on clarisse I love seeing works like those lmao)

THIS IS AMAZING OML. TYSM FOR REQUESTING THIS!! THIS IS SO FUN TO MAKE <33

Black Magic

Clarisse La Rue x Daughter of Hecate!Reader

Summary: Brewing potions and matchmaking is a fun but not much fun as admiring the infallible Clarisse La Rue.

Warnings: KISSING. (i noticed that almost all of my requests had this warning :P )

Author's Note: I'M BACK WITH MY LAPTOP! AND I'LL TAKE A DAY OFF FROM SCHOOL SINCE IM TIRED FROM TRAVELING BUT HERE I AM! I DO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS.

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You loved the smell of brewing potion.

As a child of Hecate, you and your half siblings were often known as witches and matchmakers at camp. But still, some campers looked you in the eye and would call you a freak, Boasting about how their godly parent were part of the olympians, pointing at your mother's lack of place beside the Olympians.

Still, you've got a queue of campers (Mostly girls) waiting outside your cabin, The first ones left your workshop with a big smile on their faces or clutching their best friend whispering excitedly.

you and your siblings don't exactly share the same power for your mother had blessed you with different, but divine powers, and sure enough, you got foreseeing.

But some also left with a distraught expression and muttering a string of curses at you...It's not your fault that that their crushes aren't interested in them! You're just a fortune teller!

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"B-but this is a mistake! I love Presley! your magic is wrong!" Cried a girl from the aphrodite cabin, tears streaming down her cheeks, smudging her mascara, You gave her a sympathetic look before sighing.

"That's not what it said here..." You looked down at your cauldron with purple-ish pink bubbling liquid, The Boy, who you assumed was presley, had another girl in his arms, twirling her around as they dance into a romantic song. The aphrodite girl stormed away furiously, purposely knocking down several of your stacked candles and jars full of ingredients.

Then, You saw the girl bump into someone, It was Clarisse. The girl frowned, but then gulped when she saw Clarisse staring back at her.

The moment Clarisse saw you, her eyes soften a little bit, her lips curling into a smile as she watched you get flustered.

"Hey"

"Hey" You blushed as you hid your face in a book.

"Can i try?" Clarisse asked.

"Try what?" You raised your brow, staring at her carefully, The cauldron separating you two in between.

"That fortune potion thingy, I wanna know who i'd end up with" Her words made your heart break a little bit, You had a big crush on clarisse la rue the moment you stepped inside camp, and now here she is, you crush asking you to foresee her future with someone else.

You swallowed your disappointment and anger before nodding, your face frowning a little bit as you set your book down and grabbed a pair of scissors.

"I need a piece of your hair" You said, Clarisse then grabbed the scissors and cut a decent amount of hair.

She watched you carefully, her brown eyes glinting with admiration as you recited latin and greek spells before dropping her hair into the cauldron, the smoke started rising and the liquid started bubbling, at first, you thought your eyes deceived you, you saw yourself with clarisse, sitting under a tree your back leaned against hers as you two laughed, hands intertwined as the sun rays hit you two.

you became breathless, your body stiff, Clarisse was confused, her dark brows raised as she scanned your expression.

"Oh my gods, please don't tell me it's Chris Rodriguez" She said, she secretly hoped it would be you, the thought of chris rodriguez and her being all lovey dovey made her sick.

When she peaked into the cauldron, She felt victory, joy, ecstasy she couldn't describe it. Every happy emotions filling her as she watched herself and you in the cauldron, laughing while kissing each other's cheeks lovingly.

You became speechless while watching Clarisse's eyes beam with joy, You two stared at each other for a moment before the Ares girl took the matters to her hands and kissed you.

It took you a moment to process what's going on. Then you find yourself kissing her back, pulling her closer as her breasts pressed against yours.

You two were then interrupted by the sound of the door opening, you two quickly pulled away and stepped back. Clarisse pretended to look around while you improvised some words to save you and Clarisse from being caught.

Your half sister, Lou Ellen looked at you and Clarisse before going to her trunk, rummaging into her things.

"I'll have your strengthening draught ready by tomorrow" You blurted at clarisse, You looked at her and she stared back before nodding.

"Of course" She whispered.

As she left, You saw her wink at you cheekily before closing the door.

"What's that ares girl doing here?" Lou Ellen asked.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing at all" You whispered, still feeling her lingering touch.

A/N: THIS IS AMAZING OMG!!! I TRIED MY BEST TO MAKE IT MORE WITCHY AND STUFF BUT I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS!!

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Part 1- Part 29 / Part 30 / Part 31 / Part 32 / Part 33 / Part 34 / Part 35 / Part 36 / Part 37 /

Created: March 24th, 2024

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Family-FanficAllergy, RoseFyre (ao3) Summary: Katniss and company are finally starting to settle into a new life in Panem and come to terms with what happened at the Reaping. But that doesn't mean that life's any easier for the Slayer. Katniss has school, family, and slaying duties on top of trying to attempt some sort of social life with the souled vampire, Peeta. It doesn't help that her little sister has turned up the bratty quotient and that a new threat is looming on the horizon. Family of Choice-FanficAllergy (ao3) Summary: Haymitch has a family, whether he wants one or not. He finds out, of course, in the most Haymitch way possible... after a three day bender with a frantic tribute at his door. Following the Rules-FanficAllergy, RoseFyre (ao3) Summary: There was a rule in Two. And Clove always followed the rules. Footloose Man-FanficAllergy, RoseFyre (ao3) Summary: Kid deserves better than an old drunk like him. Forbidden Fruit-FanficAllergy (ao3) Summary: Rue learns there are always consequences. Foreign Hands-Grace_d (ao3) Summary: “What was the first favour you two traded?” Primrose asks. “That’s not my story to tell.” I reply carefully. She kicks harder at my chair leg. Scowls at the floor. It’s a familiar expression. “I don’t think you or Katniss should bother keeping secrets anymore.” She says. She’s got a point, but it’s not a secret. It’s just something precious that’s hard to explain. I look around the bakery, unsure where I would start anyway. How to untangle the way our lives orbited each other, only intersecting when things were catastrophically bad then drifting apart again. Like what happened with their father. Like after the Fire. Like everything with Madge. Like now. Forgotten-FanficAllergy (ao3) Summary: Life hasn't been kind to Gale Hawthorne, but when his best friend is taken by the Capitol he has to find a way to step up with the help of an unlikely ally. Side story to my fanfic, Spectator, taking place after the events in Chapter 16. For Unto Us-Xerxia (ao3) Summary: Lonely bachelor Peeta Mellark is too old for Christmas wishes. Found-Forthegenuine (ao3) Summary: Found. The past tense of 'to find.' To take the first steps in building. And to melt, and pour into a mold... From Her Mother's Tears, the Sea Was Born-Gamemakers (ao3) Summary: In the Victors Village, there is no true line between past and present, and even life and death are not as opposed as they may seem.

[deadbydangit]

I really liked the survivor turned killer one! You wrote that request really well <33

Is it alright to ask for a part 2? This time with Knight, Trickster, Spirit, Pyramid Head, and Jake? I understand if you don't do part 2's though! <33

I can totally do part 2. I'm glad you enjoyed the first one. I hope you enjoy this one.

Knight, Trickster, Spirit, Pyramid Head, Jake

Knight

Torhos didn't like having you in trials.

You were too meek.

Fighting and hunting wasn't in your blood.

As weak as you were, he didn't mind being around you.

Perhaps you were too kind, because the other pathetic survivors pushed you around.

To come to someone's aid, then throw them into the pit?

He finds that rather deplorable.

But seeing you here, as a killer?

The Entity really was a cruel one.

Personally, he'll take you under his wing.

When he first approached you, he bowed as a symbol of peace and good intention.

Be grateful, he's taking time to teach you to be a proper killer.

The others are equally as interested in teaching you.

You have a ways to go.

But he rather enjoys watching your progress.

You'll make it. Those survivors will pay for their insolence.

Trickster

You must've known who he was in the real world.

There would be no other reason a survivor would be so kind to him, right?

But when he found out you did that for the other killers...

He was baffled.

Someone being nice for nothing in return?

Especially to someone who is about to kill you?

Interesting.

He took a particular liking to you.

You were like a diamond in a pile of coal.

Watching how you scrambled to save the others, only for them to push you to the dirt.

He found it... Oddly irritating.

He had never really cared about anyone else before.

It was a shame when you vanished.

But here you are again. And on their side no less.

You would get to meet the great Ji-Woon Hak without fearing death.

But you weren't afraid of death. You were afraid of rejection.

He put down all his weapons. Trying to indicate he had no ill will.

He isn't very good about supporting and listening to others, but he'll try.

Fear not. He'll build your confidence from the ground up.

Those survivors will rue the day they hurt his little gem.

Spirit

Even before you were a killer, Rin took pity on you.

Being used as a meat shield? Being thrown in front of her as bait?

Shameful!

A team's purpose is to work together to complete a common goal.

That's a cultural idea that has been driven into her.

The needs of society over the needs of the individual.

You were making your contribution, but your teammates rejected the idea.

Deplorable.

She often let you go, staring into your eyes' with sympathy and sadness.

Your disappearance troubled her greatly.

At least you would be free.

Rin was, to say the least, surprised to see you as a killer.

You didn't belong here. This wasn't fair.

She found herself angry for you.

Approaching you was a bit easier, since the two of you had some sort of relationship before hand.

She wouldn't let you suffer alone.

Not like she did.

She would take on your pain and help you exact your revenge against those who wronged you.

Pyramid Head

He punished those who sinned.

Those who were cruel. The ones who deserved it.

You? You didn't.

You were pure and kind.

He would often ignore you in trials.

But you would interfere to save others.

The same ones who would throw you to the ground like you were trash.

They were trash. They shouldn't be allowed to taint purity.

Then, you were gone.

Perhaps you went somewhere better. Somewhere where your kindness would be rewarded.

But you weren't.

You were a killer now.

He wasn't sure how to approach you, knowing he couldn't actually talk.

He decided to sit a ways away, watching you. Letting you know he was there.

He could only listen, but he made you feel safe.

He made you feel like you weren't trash.

He would show all those sinners what happens when trash like them dare lay hands on someone like you.

Jake Park

He never really fit in himself, so he could empathize in that situation.

Yeah, being kind to the killers was certainly weird.

But, it wasn't something the others should punish you for.

It's not like it affected them in any way.

You were always helping the team.

So he didn't really understand why they treated you so horribly.

Then, one day, you were gone.

He figured the Entity had grown bored of you and threw you into the void.

Until he threw the pallet down on the new killer, turning around and looking.

He could recognize those eyes anywhere.

None of this was fair.

Across the pallet, he took your hands with a sigh.

He gave you a sad, but sweet smile.

He wasn't going to let anything else happen to you.

He'd be there this time.

[lesbianfakir]

hi! I started reading your fanfic a couple days ago and I just wanted to let you know how amazing it is <33 I finished princess tutu less than a week ago and I'm so glad to find such high quality content ! Do you have any specific headcanons about rue and mythos relationship?

Aaaaa tysm Im so so happy you like it!! Man. Man finishing tutu for the first time literally a transcendent experience, it rewired my brain chemistry forever.

I will preface this with saying I think rue and mytho are really cute. I like how it’s her strength that draws him to her. When he sees how much she’s suffered under years of abuse he realizes he WANTS to love her which is monumental considering mytho spends most of the show unaware or confused about what he wants.

THAT SAID… ohohohoho Ruetho you have so many problems. I hope it’s coming through in my fic but I write them as walking on eggshells around each other. Rue is frightened that one day he’ll “wake up” from his love and she’ll be left directionless in life. Rue has put all her eggs in one basket for her entire life. We, the audience, know she would be okay without mytho. Not only does she have Duck but she has so many admirable qualities that we KNOW she’ll be okay standing on her own. Rue doesn’t see it that way. Mytho has, in her eyes, been the only person who could love her for so many years of COURSE she conceptualizes her whole identity around him. If she loses mytho she loses her sense of self. So she tries to be what her idea of a perfect princess who was never touched by the raven would be. She only wears light colors, she tries to never show negative emotions, and she works hard to make everyone in mytho’s kingdom love her. The problem is she believes she’s one tiny slip up away from losing everything

Mytho on the other hand loves Rue truly, but he has yet to process his trauma by her hands. If you look for it, in my fic I write little details like him flinching when rue raises her voice or snapping to attention when she gets angry. But he hates these responses in himself and he tries to steam roller over them. I imagine mytho as someone who’s so wrapped around the idea of being the perfect honorable prince, and princes love their princesses unconditionally. They aren’t angry or hurt or afraid of them. And Rue is rue right? Kraehe was a trick of the raven. So he tells himself he’s okay and he tells himself he’s moved on from their past but all the while the cracks in their relationship grow bigger. Deep down he’s hurt and he’s angry but those are ugly emotions he’s been without for so long he doesn’t know how to process them

I think a core detail in how I conceptualize them is they both perceive themselves as being the lesser one in a a power imbalance. Rue is a plain, human girl unworthy of a prince and one day he will realize his mistake and leave her. Mytho is afraid of Kraehe, no matter how much he reassures himself he has forgiven rue, and as such he’s very careful with what he says and does around her

Anyways I like to think in the 3 years between the end of the show and the start of the fic they have never gotten into a real argument. They both won’t let themselves show their real emotions so we have these two people wearing beautiful, flawless porcelain masks to hide the absolute maelstrom of emotions they are feeling. Their love comes from a real foundation and they do express it, it’s everything else that is wrong. Tldr; she’s trying to be a perfect barbie and he’s trying to be a perfect ken. They are both miserable

[thisisnotthenerd]

acofaf isn't heavy on formalized combat--thus i tried to keep it to specific encounter episodes.

quick episode descriptions:

the great hart hunt: epistolary phase at the top of the episode. sawing chair legs & rue's power move. squak & chirp coordinating with the fake hart. gwyndolyn & andhera with the apples. hob & wuvvy's 'wager'. andhera's rock friends. rue swat's hob's hand. discussing the blair witch project. chain of counterspells. chirp crits on the antler. brennan eats the feather. it's time to be a big boy. breaking rules for cool points. squak needs sexy help. chirp gets the antler. first binx reveal.

duel on the southern lawn: rumor phase. rue writes the letter and commands wuvvy to burn it. i drank tea and went to bed. letter to wrackingspelt. rue's assistant. hob getting clocked by rue. wuvvy demanding satisfaction. andhera demanding satisfaction. wet wrestling. this is the biggest stretch of a fuckin' lifetime. nat 20 to be a slippy boy. hoisting andhera up by his taut cotton pants. accepting the hand of friendship.

through the hedge maze: the potions. we'll identify these the old fashioned way. what if i just made a big ol' mess. andhera is poisoned. it's a paper shard. nat 20 to find rue. hob in work mode after a heartbreaking monologue. nat 20 for a 33 on intimidation. chirp fucking suntar over. the horse goes 540 feet a round if it dashes. dear sister, get fucked! hucking viscontess grabalba. andhera casts darkness. crit to find the crystal heart. ungloved hands. i push it into binx's hands.

theater of war: aabria's sonnet. hob fleeing from apollo in the forest. lighting to kill you by. running into the full cohort with two arrows in your back. silverware and loose jam. prince apollo of the court of wonder shot me twice in the back! digging out arrows with a runcible spoon. motherfucker, do you know? who the fuck told you? nat 20 to remove the arrows with a jam spoon. vinegar! just fucking hold me. hob wins over sylmenar. they got renner. rue-hob confrontation. poison flower.

you will never know a lonely day again: squak flirting with apollo to make him sexually prone. hob has never received a letter of any type at all. 9 to 5. i look at you and know you are no longer mature. double nat 20s! from the front this time. dominate person on hob. binx takes out the shard. 3 hits and a crit from steel wind strike on the vines. a million d10s of damage [30d10 total by technicality]. i'm coming for you, but first, i have to absolutely fucking destroy my reputation. compel duel. counterspell dimension door. i kick her through the portal. call me jer bear. you will never know a lonely day again as long as I draw breath.

[scattered-winter]

ok ok so i’m not a super knowledge music/composer/soundtrack person but your narnia ask reminded me of the other soundtrack i was horrifyingly obsessed with, circa middle school: peter pan (2003) by james newton howard. and i just looked him up and it looks like he has done work on movies MUCH more prolific than my silly little peter pan movie. anyway, i’m bored at work so i thought i’d ask if you have any james newton howard rambles/opinions.

(i do not have any particular attachment to jnh himself so i won’t be offended if you have no opinions or if you have opinions and they’re negative. this is pure curiosity.)

(also yes i’d love your study/soundtrack playlist link <333)

YEAH !!! he's done quite a few of my favorite scores ever, including the hunger games series and the dark knight trilogy* and overall his work is very. orchestral. like. obviously everyone's work is orchestral, but jnh specifically sounds like something I'd hear at a concert hall <33 I can't explain it but it's true <333

*he's credited alongside hans zimmer (another one of my all-time faves) and idk how the work was split between the two but regardless it's some of my favorite music (even if the trilogy itself isn't very comics-accurate 😔😔😔😔😔)

overall I think my favorite thing about jnh is how soothing his music is ??? especially his work with the hunger games soundtracks because obviously there's the more intense action music for fight scenes but a lot of the soundtrack is very calm and contemplative. and I really really love it <33 in that same vein, one of my all time favorite tracks in the hunger games trilogy is monkey mutts. most of the song is very intense and unsettling, but my favorite part is 2:37 to the end. it's sooooo <3333333 I'm not gonna lie, I really wish that part of the soundtrack was separate from the rest of that piece because I'm not an overly huge fan of jnh's more intense, faster-paced music. it's not BAD, but there's just some composers who I think do action music a little better. but like I said I looooove the calmer pieces howard does <3 he uses string instruments so well!!!! my TOTAL favorite piece, hands down, is rue's farewell. it's such an interesting one because it's a death scene, but it doesn't really seem sad until the very end. it's so...peaceful. it's like walking down a beach at sunset and listening to the waves. and that's really interesting to me because the character who's dying grew up in this totally shitty world and she's suffered so much and now she's just. at peace. and the music reflects it and BOY I go insane <3!!

the dark knight trilogy is also really fun!!! it's a different flavor of music for sure; the hunger games is very calm and gentle but tdk has a lot more intensity in the music. and I actually quite enjoy it despite what I just said about how I feel about jnh doing faster/more intense music, but hans zimmer being a collaborator on the soundtrack may or may not have something to do with that. idk how they split up the work, but I really love the end result regardless!! I'm not a hero is one of my favorites!! it's very,,, varied. it has a lot of different sections and moving parts but I LOOOOVE it <3 personal issues with the trilogy aside, it really captures the whole batman vibe! there's also a lot of jnh's more calmer and reflective style throughout the soundtrack, and it's a good mix with zimmer's style imo!!

he also did treasure planet!!!!!!!!!!! it's like. my favorite disney movie <333 my favorite tracks include 12 years later (it has a lot of jnh's calm/contemplative style!! and also jim's theme with a really neat underlying electric guitar <33 makes a man like me so crazy) and silver leaves (which, you guessed it, also has a very calm atmosphere to it)

all in all I think jnh's best work comes from the calmer more atmospheric music!! I think my favorite of his works is the hunger games series, but honestly I'm not super picky either way <333

also here's my soundtrack playlist!! it started out as a little study playlist for finals week but at this point it's become where I keep all my favorite movie soundtracks lmao!! I add to it almost daily so right now it's at 15 hours but by the end of the week? who knows <33 but idk none of the compilations I've ever found have actually had All Of My Faves so like. fuck it I'll do it myself <3 I could probably ramble all day long about every individual composer on that playlist but <33 for the sake of brevity I will not <333

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Australia Fast-tracks Visa Applications For Skilled Migrants, But Many Still Live In Limbo

The Australian government has fast-tracked visa processing for temporary skilled migrants in critical occupations, but many others have fallen through the cracks of the system, denying them the stability and certainty to build their lives.

The Melbourne-based motor mechanic tells SBS Punjabi that he filed his application for a skilled nominated visa (Subclass 190) back in 2019 and received a state nomination within a month of lodgement.

But more than four years later, his application still hasn’t been processed.

“In these years, they opened my file twice, asked for documents to verify my job experience, and since then, there has been no intimation,” he says.

Skilled Nominated Visa

The Skilled Nominated visa is a permanent residency visa that requires applicants to be invited by the state or territory government.

According to the Department of Home Affairs website, 90 per cent of applications for the 190 visa category are currently being processed in 36 months, up from 25 months in early February.

The delay means Mr Bajaj cannot buy a home or start up a business in Australia.

“My application has already surpassed the maximum time they are taking to process 190 visas. We are living a temporary life, where I can’t open up a business or buy a better home for my family because of visa constraints,” he rues.

Data by Department of Home Affairs About 190 visa

According to the data supplied by the Department of Home Affairs, at least 14,822 applicants were waiting for their 190 visa grants as at 17 February 2023, of which 5,854 were Indian citizens.

In a statement to SBS Punjabi, a Department spokesperson said reducing the number of on-hand visa applications is a priority for the Australian Government.

"The Department of Home Affairs is drawing flexibly on its global network of visa officers to process applications in line with the Government’s commitment to supporting economic recovery and addressing skills shortages," the spokesperson said.

The Migration System Needs Urgent Reform

Speaking to an audience at Australian Financial Review Workforce Summit in Sydney last week, Minister for Home Affairs Clare O’Neil said the migration system needs urgent reform as it’s not delivering for businesses or migrants.

“Our migration system has been on continental drift for a decade. We have a broken system that is unstrategic, complex, expensive, and slow,” she said.

While the number of people on temporary visas has exploded, Australia’s share of the global pool of skilled migrants has almost halved over the past three decades.

There are currently 1.9 million temporary visa holders in Australia, of which only 6 per cent are skilled migrants.

Ms O’Neil said Australia is losing skilled migrants to other global destinations like Canada, which are giving a red-carpet treatment to such applicants.

“If your skills are in demand across the world, you’ve got a choice between Canada, where the visa application is fast, or here – a 6 months to 12 months visa approval wait,” Ms O’Neil said.

The minister said the backlog of visa applicants has been cut from one million applications to 580,000 waiting to be processed.

More Needs To Be Done To Clear The Backlog

Jaskaran Singh Nahar, another migrant from India who has been waiting for an 887 skilled regional visa for over two years, says the processing times for skilled visas are improving, but there remains a big catch-up in overall numbers given the backlog created by the COVID years.

“I applied for the skilled regional visa back in October 2020 and haven’t received any communication from the department so far. While I am aware of many people getting grants in recent months, I’d like to urge the government to clear the applications that were received first,” the 33-year-old says.

The mechanical engineer who is currently working as a forklift driver in Bowral, a town in New South Wales, says the “unjustifiable delay” is taking a toll on his mental health.

“It seems like the waiting game would never end. While other people who lodged their applications way after I did are receiving grants, my file remains untouched,” he says.

Mr Nahar says he is facing difficulties with employment since he is currently on a Bridging visa.

“I was left with no choice but to take what I was getting, instead of working in my own field as a mechanical engineer because everywhere I applied, they rejected me because of my provisional visa status, which is grossly unfair,” he laments.

As of 28 February 2023, 90 per cent of migrants seeking 887 visas are facing processing times of up to 27 months, a jump from 11 months as per 2018-19 figures.

Tasmanian Premier Jeremy Rockliff has urged the government to urgently address the significant delays in processing visa applications.

Mr Rockliff has written to the Prime Minister to explain how the ongoing delays in the processing of permanent and provisional visas are creating uncertainty and frustration for both employers and their employees in Tasmania.

“We know how important a flexible and responsive migration system is and the role that plays in supporting the Tasmanian economy," Mr Rockliff said.

Taking up the issue, Greens senator Nick McKim recently raised their plight during a hearing of the Legal and Constitutional Affairs Legislation Committee.

Mr McKim said this is causing “real pain”, especially in regional communities across Australia.

In response to Mr McKim's query, Michael Willard, the first assistant secretary of the Department of Home Affairs, said the Department has granted over 18,000 regional visas (Subclasses 187, 487, 489, 491, 494, 887, 191) this year compared to 8,642 grants same time last year.

“What you are seeing with processing times, it is a consequence of clearing the backlog, and as we get through that, you will start to see a much more stable picture in terms of processing times for those sorts of visas.

“We do have 195,000 places in the permanent program, so there’s a lot of space to get through a large number of visas, and we are well on track to do that,” he told the committee earlier this month.

Source: SBSPunjabi

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1 hr 10 mins 55 email from paul; certain that a large building will accidentally fall down--"no one will be hurt, except keith richards, who will perish"

1 hr 11 response to paul

1 hr 11 mins 28 email from matt in tampa; anti-social media lifestyle movement forms

1 hr 13 reflecting on variety of predictions

1 hr 14 mins 15 email from roma; predicts their country (ukraine) will win and everyone will be happy

1 hr 15 reflecting on variety of ukraine predictions

1 hr 16 email predicting lowest approval rating in history for sitting admin, next leading potus candidate will appear out of nowhere like obama, trump-biden-clinton in a line hand in hand prance away to the retirement home

1 hr 17 noting that the 2nd prediction has been popular

1 hr 18 mins 20 answering a couple of that listeners questions: how many north american broadcasts are there a week? Two. Saturday morning out of nashville 2 am est (4840 khz), rebroadcast saturday 6pm est (6115 khz). 2nd show is on 4840 again monday morning 12am est / 9pm sunday pst.

1 hr 22 he's happy to provide a broadcast schedule in writing to listeners

1 hr 22 mins 50 kirsty in texas predicts corporate software disruptions like southwest airlines had

1 hr 23 kirsty gets big ups on timely prediction, it came in dec 30 and seems the FAA system is already proving her right

1 hr 24 anon email, predicts biden impeachment prior to november due to mental incompetence but this will be overturned by "the man". Russia may attack the u.s., believes u.s. gov headed for total collapse prior to December 2023. Emailing from the interstate, wyd anon

1 hr 25 thanks for email

1 hr 25 mins 35 email from sue-ann from alabama; lingering pandemic due to new strains and increasing world travel. Alabama football coach replaced due to losses. Tesla stock continues fall. Redfin realestate buyout by amazon. Cancel culture continues to fry small fish.

1 hr 26 mins 44 comments on last prediction

1 hr 27 mins 20 "shady"

1 hr 27 mins 44 "i have no faith in society to begin with to make the right choice, but sometimes i feel that its intentional that people are distracted by things that really are nonissues so that they avoid using any energy or collective frustration to the things that are actually consequential, right?" (Eh?)

1 hr 28 some of these people may be rapists and pedophiles and they can do all manner of stuff to keep people from freaking out and doing something about them. "Stuff that really matters goes unchecked, and it always will. Thats my opinion anyway"

1 hr 29 rues the upper classes their untouchable criminality

1 hr 29 mins 26 email predictions; "we will get the same as always". Global social climate will shift into more openess/understanding. Personal predictions: hoping to move abroad

1 hr 30 responding, best of luck.

1 hr 30 mins 22 damon in england, predicting resurgence in traditional media/entertainment. Predicts kooky mass fad a la heelies.

1 hr 31 mins 16 thank you damon.

1 hr 32 heelie nostalgia. Mall storytime

1 hr 33 "i was not the vulgar type, back then" rofl

1 hr 35 is heelie nostalgia going to be like woodstock nostalgia

1 hr 35 mins 23 hannah in the uk predicts nhs privatization

1 hr 37 hopes some sort of resolution is achieved in hannahs work situation

1 hr 37 mins 45 discussing u.s. healthcare since hannah brought up u.s. buyout

1 he 38 mins 19 "it is what it is" "its my prerogative". Doesnt see the doctor much.

1 hr 39 will go as needed, see fall. See, teeth.

1 hr 40 "it is what it is" not going to the doctor much is a personal choice he's not saying anyone else should take it as advice.

1 hr 42 er without doctor on floor news recollection

1 hr 43 youre really wasting your time going to the hospital

1 hr 44 the one good hospital experience he's had, most recent time (The Fall)

1 hr 45 rehashing The Fall; lo it was 2019...

1 hr 48 "as i suppose you're all aware i am not the biggest person in the world"

1 hr 49 he still cant walk the same as he used to before the accident, wow. Can only walk a mile now before things start locking up and the pain gets too intense. "Its just part of life" amen sis.

1 hr 51 recalling the ambulance etc

1 hr 53 fanart switch. Talking about how at the time it seemed like maybe he had a worse head injury than he did

1 hr 54 he had accepted his mortality vis a vis the accident maybe being really bad "...if i stick around..."

1 hr 55 tests turned out fine tra lala. Experiences vary.

1 hr 55 mins 45 anon predictions: jan to june ukraine war ramps up, includes all of nato except germany,,,, ok next comes a bunch of bullshit im not transcribing this

1 hr 58 responding

1 hr 58 mins 35 next email, eric brings an Ozzy Osbourne death prediction. Biden death and harris as potus predicted. Personal prediction about friend being a stinky buttface.

2 hrs paying tribute to ozzy

2 hr 1 next email; covid was a warmup, listener frames the big bad as entropy 👍

2 hr 2 mins 40 responding to email

2 hr 4 covid reflections; lockdown doesnt change the life of a shut-in, the shortages were annoying

2 hr 5 covid reflections; it wasnt as bad as he was fearing

2 hr 7 covid reflections: whats it like in the mind of a tp warrior

2 hr 10 soliciting anon emails explaining the covid hoarder mindset from the insider pov. "I was curious about it then, im curious about it now"

2 hr 11 anon predicts ukraine falling to russian control, public opinion of trump turning positive and enhancing his potential 2024 potus run.

2 hr 13 responding

2 hr 18 email from steven about artists transcending capitalism

2 hr 21 next email, coming out of arizona, gave predictions last year. 7 this time: 1) u kansas basketball team win national championship 2nd year in a row, 2) smthn abt u kansas football, 3) more inflation, 4) more wealth inequality, 5) ukraine retakes major ground, 6) putin disappears/dies suddenly, 7) all of ukraine returned plus crimea by 2024. Personal prediction: expanding pilots licence.

2 hr 24 thanks for the email

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[chaerincore]

I posted 543 times in 2022

That's 116 more posts than 2021!

97 posts created (18%)

446 posts reblogged (82%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@chaerincore

@skzfairies

@universe-4

@sopphre

@ateezyuri

I tagged 144 of my posts in 2022

#kpop au - 36 posts

#kpop ocs - 36 posts

#kpop imagines - 33 posts

#core4 - 29 posts

#deluxeoc - 28 posts

#kpop extra member - 21 posts

#kpop coed group - 21 posts

#the romantics - 18 posts

#deluxeocnet - 15 posts

#admin &lt;3 - 9 posts

Longest Tag: 112 characters

#yuri’s character seems prone to fighting so it’s not a bad idea… but so does one of the boys holding her back 😭

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

THE ROMANTICS (낭만주의) is a south-korean girl group under JYP entertainment. the group consists of 3 members: AERA, RUE and MOON. they officially debuted on september 1, 2015 with the single album WHISTLE, gaining support from the public due to their bright & empowering concept of love for the last seven years.

NAVIGATION

GROUP NAME: the romantics (stylized as "The Romantics")

FANDOM NAME: sweethearts

YEARS ACTIVE: 2015-PRESENT

OFFICIAL COLORS: red & white

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24 notes - Posted January 31, 2022

#4

"𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦; 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐡𝐞𝐲, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦? 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭, 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌." — chapstick, COIN

DESCRIPTION after a toxic relationship ends, rue didn’t think she was capable of loving someone again. that is, until johnny suh walks into her life.

YEAR 2018 (sections 1 & 2) / 2020 (section 3) / 2022 (section 4)

WARNINGS mentions of a bad ex-relationship (manipulation, controlling, disrespect, etc.), moon & mark’s relationship falling out, kissing, rue acting on impulse, etc.

STATUS mildly unedited.

NOTES this had no business taking me two months to complete. anyways, if you noticed the halsey quote reference please take my hand in marriage 💍

THE ROMANTICS’ TAGLIST @skzfairies @m00niesk7

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27 notes - Posted June 16, 2022

#3

SOUL’S RELATIONSHIPS WITH TXT

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36 notes - Posted January 12, 2022

#2

BASICS !

birth name: kim soomin

stage name: lottie (or "lottie kim")

nicknames: minnie, charlotte, princess of vocals

gender: female

zodiac sign: aquarius

birth date: february 14, 1996 in seoul, south korea

mbti personality type: ESFP (the entertainer)

nationality: korean

height: 5'8" (174 cm)

blood type: b

positions: lead vocalist, main dancer, face of the group

face claim: jinsoul [loona]

voice claim: jiwon [fromis_9]

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37 notes - Posted February 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

ARTICLE: "NCT’s Johnny and Rue from The Romantics’ Relationship is Finally Confirmed!"

FEBRUARY 16, 2022

TODAY, SM AND JYP ENTERTAINMENT FINALLY CONFIRMED THAT JOHNNY (NCT) AND RUE (THE ROMANTICS) ARE DATING, AND HAVE BEEN SINCE 2018.

Rising speculations surfaced in December of 2021 at the Asia Artist Awards. The couple was seen exchanging fond glances amongst each other as The Romantics took home the Daesang for Artist of the Year, and NCT 127 was awarded Album of the Year — it was later revealed by a trespassing fansite that the two went home together that night, as well. Both companies revealed that the fansite is receiving legal punishment in response.

In a statement from JYP, the company explained that since they started dating, “Johnny has helped Rue develop more trust and confidence in herself and others, which we have known has been an issue for our artist since she joined the JYP family — it was a product of past dating & family issues that have now been handled properly.”

Fans of The Romantics have found this to be true, noting that once Rue mentioned in 2021 that she had spent the first three years of her career being afraid to give her ideas, and didn’t ever stand up for herself in moments of conflict. Many have also said that after 2019 ended, Rue gradually became more vocal and vibrant in personality, so the development of this relationship aligning with this period of time finally gives a potential answer.

Though both artists have asked for privacy, they decided to treat the fans by taking to Instagram not long after the statements were released — sharing a piece of their world with Nctzens and Sweethearts!

Johnny posted a candid photo of him and Rue in the winter with matching sweatshirts (left) — the caption read "winter is warmer with ru- i mean u." Rue’s post consisted of them together, dressed in more formal wear (right) with a precious caption: "i swear you put the sun up in my sky," she is rumored to be teasing lyrics from a new song on The Romantics’ upcoming album.

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[71eh]

peonies for joy

[seraqx]

for the first time

pairing: fezco x f!reader

summary: fezco has never fallen in love before. that is until he meets you, who would change his life forever.

words: 1,879

warnings: smoking, swearing, fluff

authors note: first of all i would like to thank you all for all the support on my last oneshot! this one is pretty long, but i hope you guys enjoy nonetheless <33

fezco was not one to easily fall in love. he didn’t even know how it felt to be in a state where you loved someone so much that you would do anything for them. his grandma told him once to not fall in love. “it’s the one instinct you can’t trust.” and so he followed her word, even after she had fallen ill.

that was until he had met you.

he first noticed you at a party. he was sitting on a couch as usual, waiting for people to come up to him wanting to buy drugs. you were dancing with your friends rue and jules. he didn’t know why but you just stood out to him. the way you laughed each time jules cracked a joke, and your smile. he really loved your smile.

so when the three of you were walking towards him, he felt his heart beating louder. “yo fez!” rue called out. jules and her were heading towards him, as you followed like a puppy.

“so this your new friend or sum’?” he asked, referring to you. rue grabbed your hands. “this is my new amazing best friend (y/n).” she was clearly drunk. “and i would like you to-” she was interrupted by a gag. “i would like you to watch her while i excuse myself and go throw up outside.”

she then hurried off, pushing people away so she can go outside. “i better follow her.” jules said. “we’ll be back, okay?” you nodded and plopped yourself on the couch beside fezco.

“never seen you around here before.” he placed the cigarette in his mouth for a moment, taking it out to exhale leaving a cloud of smoke wafting away. “you new ‘round here?” he asked. you nodded, leaning back on the couch. “pretty much.”

fezco stubbed the cigarette and set it in the ashtray. “this place can be pretty fucked up, but it’s cool.” he turned his head towards you. “wouldn’t be hard for a pretty girl like you to find good people.” you softly laughed at his comment. “we’ll see about that.”

the two of you chatted for a bit, and you felt some sort of comfort in him. “so tell me ‘bout yourself new girl.” your life wasn’t very interesting, other than the fact that your dad got a better job in this town so you had moved.

“i’m really not that interesting. but i like to cook and bake i guess.”

“for real? shit i’m down to try some of your food.”

“really?”

“for sure man.”

and that’s how you and him had your first little date. he handed you his address, and the next day you came to his house with some ingredients. you intended to make cookies, as they were really easy to make.

you hesitated to knock on the door, grabbing the piece of paper he wrote down for you making sure it was the right address. you weren’t sure why but the thought of spending time with him alone made you nervous. finally after some courage, you knocked on the door.

fezco was actually waiting this whole time, going to the mirror every once in awhile to check if he looked good. he also cleaned the house and made sure to store the drugs in a hiding place. ashtray seemed concerned as to why he kept making sure the place was spotless, but didn’t question it much.

when he heard you knocking, he hopped off of the couch and sped to the door. as he opened it, he was greeted by you. “hey fez!” you grinned. “where should i place these?” fezco took the ingredients out of your hand, carrying them for you. “i can bring them in. don’t wanna work you out.”

he went inside the house, as you followed him. you liked the place. it seemed cozy and nice. as you were prepping the ingredients, you noticed someone peering from outside one of the rooms. rue had mentioned about him. “you must be ashtray, right?” you asked.

“if you’re here to fuck him you better be quiet.” he said bluntly. you laughed at his comment. “actually i’m just here to make cookies.” his eyes widened a bit, but he tried to suppress his expression. “yeah, yeah… i’ll try them later i guess.” and with that he disappeared back into the room and closed the door.

“that’s my little brother ashtray.” fezco said, rolling up his sleeves. “he seems like a good kid.” you replied. “do you mind grabbing the flour?” he reached for the heavy bag of flour, and handed it to you.

you accidentally poured the flour into the measuring cup a bit too quickly, causing the flour to cloud up into the air. “shit ma, you better be careful otherwise we gon’ be looking like we a ghost.” for some reason the nickname gave you butterflies in your stomach.

“well you got some on your face.” you grabbed a cloth. “let me wipe it off for you.” you gently rubbed the cloth on his face, wiping off the flour. fezco was tense, staring at your concentrated face. he felt his mind spinning and his heart skipping beats. “there.” you smiled. “now you’re all clean.”

“yeah thanks for that.” he said. the two of you continued making the cookies, while also joking around and having fun. while the cookies were baking, the two of you were sitting on the couch watching a romance movie.

“this girl better be joking.” you scoffed. “how can she not tell that he loves her?” fezco turned his head over to you, admiring the way you looked in that moment. the way your eyes lit up every time the guy did something that would make the girl blush, made him wonder if you would react the same if he did those things to you.

when the cookies were done baking, you took them out of the oven and set them on the table. “these smell good as fuck.” fezco said, his eyes beaming. you smiled and took off the oven mitts. “well go try one.” he picked one of the cookies and took a bite of it. his eyes sparkled with joy. “oh man that shits good.”

the smell must have attracted ashtray because the moment fezco said that, he appeared out of nowhere. you looked at him, encouraging him to take one. he obviously took the largest one with the biggest amount of chocolate chips. he then sat down at the table and ate it whole. he then began to chew. “from now on,” he said with his mouth full. he chewed a bit more to speak more clearly. “you’re gonna come over everyday and make more.”

you grinned at the boy, with a few crumbs on his mouth. “you betcha i will.”

and you kept your word. as the weeks and months went by, you were still coming over to his place often to cook and bake. you and fezco have gotten really close, almost too close to the point where ashtray even suspected that the two of you have at least kissed or fucked once. he’s also been to the point where he was open with his job, which of course you didn’t mind.

over the course of time, he slowly fell in love with you. he loved how you weren’t there just to fuck him, or use him for drugs. he loved how you actually took your time to know him, and cared for him. he found you extremely interesting, always intrigued by your hobbies. and every time he saw you smile, it made him smile. the thought of you made him feel warm inside and happy.

you two were sitting on the couch, while eating the muffins that you had baked earlier. it was getting pretty dark, so you needed to go. you stood up to leave, when all of a sudden fezco grabbed your hand. “stay.” he groggily said. “please?”

you sat back down beside him, nuzzling your head on his shoulder. “maybe you should stay.” he spoke softly. “wouldn’t want you to walk alone in the dark.” you hummed as you were also tired. fezco rested his head on yours. “you can sleep in my room and i can sleep on the couch.” he offered. you shook your head.

“i can take the couch.”

“no i will.”

“fine then let’s both share the bed.”

silence fell upon you two. realizing what you just said, your heart began to beat louder as you felt your face getting hotter. fezco hearing you say that made him feel nervous and tense.

“sorry i-”

“yeah sure.”

you looked up at him, as he looked in your eyes. “we can share the bed. it’s cool.” you slowly nodded while getting up from the couch. the two of you headed to his room, as you laid on your back to the bed. fezco plopped himself beside you, as you both stared up at the ceiling.

the room was dark with only the moonlight from the window shining on your faces. you turned your body to fezco. “goodnight.” you whispered, smiling softly. he looked over at you, as the two of you looked into each other’s eyes.

“hey can i tell you something (y/n)?” he asked.

“of course.”

he felt his stomach go in knots, as he hesitated. for some reason he felt as if it was the right moment to confess, but he also didn’t know if you felt the same way. since he’s never done this before he didn’t know what to say. he took a moment, before blurting out everything to you.

“i’ve never done this shit before but…” he looked away hesitant. he was scared that he was going to ruin what you two already had, and he didn’t want to lost you or become distant. “what is it?” you questioned. you noticed that he looked somewhat scared. resting your hand on his you said, “whatever it is, i won’t freak out or judge you.”

he gazed up at you, meeting your eyes once again. “i really like you (y/n). and not in a friend kind of way…” you felt as if your heart just exploded. you tried to contain your happiness, but you couldn’t. “really?” you couldn’t hide your smile.

“yes really.” he looked directly in your eyes, trying to tell you that he was being 100% serious.

“fez i… i like you too.” you’ve waited so long for a moment like this. a special moment like this that you never got to experience until now. “can i kiss you?” he asked, as his eyes widened with hope. you were quick to accept, as your heart leapt with joy.

fezco tucked the strands of hair in your face behind your ear. he stared at your lips, finally being able to kiss them after having to control himself for so long. he leaned close, and kissed you.

you closed your eyes, kissing him slowly to savour the moment. when the two of you pulled away, you looked at each other with deep affection in your eyes.

“i love you (y/n).”

“i love you too fez.”

and with that the two of you shared yet another kiss, both happy with how the night turned out.

[audrey-emeralds]

can you do prompt 33 with rue

33. Let's watch a horror movie.

" I don't want to sleep. " You announced loudly with a whine.

" Then what should we do? " That has been the question for the past 25 minutes as neither of you two could think of an idea.

" Ok, how about a pillow fight? " Rue suggested already grabbing one.

" I don't want to ruin my hair. " Your hands were covering your head in case Rue was going for a hit.

" TV? " With a help of a remote it turned on, showing an action movie.

" TV, ok, but an action movie...no. " Your girlfriend nodded, going through the channels before remembering the cd she got not long ago.

" Let's watch a horror movie. " You gave her thumbs up as she shook the cd box in the air.

" What movie is that? "

" Wrong turn. " She said as the movie started play.

" Oh, the one we had we will watch? " Rue nodded and the two of you continued to watch the movie.

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[kyuus4ku]

ryley bae i have no idea if reqs are open or not so feel free to 100% ignore this 🙏

how about a scenario where akutagawa is sick and has a fever and reader takes care of him? him being vulnerable and hesitant but still trusts the reader to wipe his forehead or give him medicine…aku is sensitive to physical touch but lets the reader touch him…i absolutely adore how you capture vulnerability when you write about the characters <33

AGAIN, VERY SORRY IF REQS ARENT OPEN AHAJZJ ILY TAKE CARE 💕

𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀

akutagawa ryunosuke

genre: scenario ; fluff

warnings: none

word count: 2K

a/n: RAI MY BELOVED <3 tysm for ur support��♥️ yk i've actually been meaning to write for aku for some time now, and your req made me so happy :") aku is a really hard character to write for, but i tried my best, and i really hope you like it😼 take care <3

The morning was bleak. It was gloomy... it was... blank.

Akutagawa didn't know how to describe it— the early hours of the day were usually saturated with tranquility and peace which made getting out of bed a little less overwhelming.

For Akutagawa, it was quite the opposite.

The way everything was so still and calm made him yearn for his soul to be vaporised into nothingness. The fleeting hours of the morning reminded him of how void of meaning the course of life truly was— life always moved forwards, it never rewinded for you to grab on and catch up.

But still, there was a paradoxical companion living across that melancholy, and that was rage.

He wanted to watch the world burn, and he didn't care if he was burned along with it. The unquenchable flame seated deep in his heart made him dream of the impossible: to bring the world to ruins because of how the world effectuated his own soul's self-destruction.

Maybe he just needed coffee.

He threw his legs over the edge of bed, but abstained from getting up because of the evident sharp twinges of pain rooted in his muscles. His throat felt sore, and his head was burdened with a dull, nagging ache.

The cold air enveloped him in discomfort, inducing him to wear a hoodie over his shirt. He sighed— he didn't like being physically impaired. With a low grumble of curses, he got up, a little too fast, and sat back down again.

He looked at the other side of the bed to find it empty. He wondered if you had gone to work without saying goodbye— he never really liked leaving you out of his sight unless he was sure you were safe.

He checked the time— it was 8:46am. Rubbing his eyes in fatigue, he buried his face in his hands and sighed. He had never overslept for work before, but for some reason, he was too tired to care.

It wasn't like him to be this careless, but still, he wished he had slept earlier last night— he was too caught up in his head, and the hours flew past as quick as the midnight thoughts infiltrated his peace of mind.

Though, he remembered the way the obscure sound of your steady breathing next to him calmed his restless mind a little, enabling him to squeeze in a few hours of sleep to sustain him.

Nevertheless, this wasn't like him at all, and a bitter sword of rue was about to crack open his skull if he weren't distracted by the sound of the bedroom door opening.

"Morning~" your quiet voice cooed from the doorway, making his vexatious mood dial down by a few degrees.

He didn't know what was embedded in your vocal cords— your voice was like honey. It was mild and sweet, and it never did anything to hurt him, even if the two of you were arguing— it never bit back in retaliation, and it never even increased in volume to inflict any form of harm on him.

He turned around and met your silhouette— he wished you'd stop stealing his shirts, but never said it, because he thought you looked pretty nice in them.

"Why aren't you at work?" he said in a hoarse voice, massaging his throat as it ached in inflammation.

"It's Sunday," you stated. At this, you walked over and knelt in front of him, lips curving into an endearing smile. You discerned the dark shadows underneath his eyes, and saw that his lips were a little dry.

"Uh oh~ somebody's sick," you teased casually, raising your hand toward his forehead.

"May I?" you asked before letting the back of your hand touch his temple. He didn't respond; instead, he reluctantly leaned forward so that his forehead made contact with your touch. This was quite different from what you were used to back when you two weren't that familiar with each other.

If you looked back at the times you tried to comfort him in the past— whether it was simply by interlacing your fingers into his, or pressing a soft kiss against the back of his hand— oftentimes, you could see that he fell apart at your touch.

His eyes would simultaneously gleam with panic and relief— it was like his heart exploded into a million fragments and then fixed itself back again all at the same time.

Love conveyed through a human's touch was simply unorthodox to the boy who was moulded by words of aspersions and acts of violence. He was more afraid of getting attached to a human being than death itself.

But to your contentment, he got over his fear. No, hold on, that wasn't the right word... perhaps it was the state of being inexperienced with something to the point of indispensable curiosity.

Deep down, he wanted to feel it— even if it ruined him.

Gradually, it became easier to get over the wall of hesitance, yet he never failed to shatter under the pressure of the thoughts which asked 'what if this was the last time I ever feel this way?'

That would ruin him for good.

Yet in your eyes, there was promise. They promised to watch over him and keep him safe, and also to show him parts of the soul he had never himself witnessed nor experienced.

Meaning to say: he trusted you because you gave him a reason to.

"You hungry? I could make some soup for you-" he crinkled up his nose and sneezed before you could finish your sentence. You couldn't help but giggle, leaning forward to take his face in your hands to kiss him on the forehead. Of course you couldn't tell if it was just the fever, but you felt his cheeks grow somewhat warmer under your touch as he refused to make eye-contact with you.

"I'm guessing it would be useless to tell you to stay in bed?" you asked sarcastically, receiving a curt nod in response.

"You can never sit still," you held the back of your neck and sighed dramatically, staring at him with eyes which implored him to compromise his principles and sleep in. He still refused.

Realising it was useless to fight a losing battle, you took his hand and led him out of the room into the kitchen, where he sat right at the dining table with his head buried in his arms.

"This was your fault," he whined in a low voice, "You took me to that fun fair yesterday. It wasn't fun— the crowd must've made me sick."

"I was just trying to get you interested in other activities," you reasoned, bracing yourself for his witty comeback.

"Life in itself is uninteresting," he uttered rigidly. Though time and time again, just like this precise moment, he couldn't help but wonder why you never got bored of him.

You could only chuckle in response as you bustled about the kitchen for ingredients, silently conjuring up a recipe in your mind for the soup you promised to make him. It wasn't long before you found yourself seated next to him with his meal ready. You poked his rib softly and found that he had fallen asleep at the table by accident.

"Five more minutes," he mumbled in a dopey tone.

"Eat first, then go back to sleep," you ordered. He grumbled incoherently and obeyed, sitting up straight to find the bowl of soup in front of him.

"Now I really regret taking you to the fun fair," you chortled as he stared at the soup in daze.

"Told you so," he muttered moodily, grabbing the spoon and stirring its contents. You noticed his hands shaking as he did, and dragged the bowl away from him, stealthily stealing the spoon, too. He stared at you in bewilderment as you carried a spoonful of soup to his mouth, at which he tilted his head back slightly to flounder out words which, if pieced together properly, sounded like 'What the hell are you doing?'

"Trying to feed you, idiot," you expressed tenderly. He squinted his eyes, and decided it was best not to argue with you. After contemplating life, death, and the like, he opened his mouth and tasted some.

"Is it good?" you asked promptly.

"Mmhm," he nodded, trying to get his head around what tasted like drops of heaven. He had just realised he was starving, and now that you had caught his full attention, he shifted his body toward you and crossed his legs on the chair.

"Have you eaten?" he broke the silence which temporarily deluged the atmosphere.

"No, I haven't. Once you get to bed, I will," you replied, rather quietly, because he had the tendency to get quite agitated with the way you failed to take care of yourself sometimes. It was too early for his lectures.

Instead of a verbal response of annoyance, he snatched the bowl of soup from your hands, and having regained his strength by a small degree, held up a serving to your mouth. You rolled your eyes and complied, yet it didn't stop there.

"Akutagawa, this is your food," you argued, but he ignored you. Then you thought of a better justification.

"You do know that I might get sick since we're sharing the same spoon, right?" you tilted your head, smirking charmingly as his face fell, a shadow of realisation tainting his already pale skin. He gave you back the bowl in defeat, and soon enough, he was done with his meal.

The two of you were in the bedroom after a while, and after bickering for about 7 solid minutes, he let you give him medicine, which made him a little too drowsy for him to throw himself into the unforgiving attitude of 'I-can't-believe-I-let-you-give-me-cough-syrup.'

You tucked him into bed and laid right next to him with your head propped up against your hand. His eyes fluttered in exhaustion, yet he tried to keep them open as long as you were there.

"Get some rest, Ryuu," you laced your fingers into his hair, planting a soft kiss against his cheekbone as he frowned in thought. He had something on his mind, and was too groggy to hold it back from escaping his tongue.

"Why do you do all this?" he asked, looking at you with eyes you had never before properly comprehended. They were usually blank— blasé to the intricate emotions of this life or rather, so deeply infused with what every other human endured to the point of resisting any temptation to actually feel in the first place.

This time, they sparkled in gratitude he never showed, but usually meant.

"Don't get sappy with me now," you whispered, grinning, "It'd be embarrassing to know that you're shameless with expressive affection when you're drunk with cough syrup."

"I don't understand a word you're saying," he murmured in reply, closing his eyes finally. A lighthearted laugh escaped your lips as you nestled up against his neck.

"You're gonna get sick, too," he put out.

"Take care of me when I am then," you replied simply, laying your hand on his chest and letting his scent engulf your being, your eyelids eventually losing its strength to stay open. You felt his hand wrap around you to bring you closer.

In a few days, you did end up getting sick just when he had fully recovered, and he took care of you as best he could.

Part of you wished more people saw what you saw when it came to him, but realised that his exclusive acts of care toward you were to be treasured, not shared, because you were the only person he trusted not to render his spirit into pieces and ultimately discard.

Though, if tearing him apart meant unveiling parts of him which he kept reserved and isolated from the rest of the world, you had done it, and he counted his lucky stars each day knowing that you stayed by his side to help him put himself back together.

[rynnaaurelius]

Titan’s Curse But Make It Time Loop: Nico di Angelo Edition

-Okay so I’m at work and not doing much and who wants to actually edit your shit drafts for your actual WIPs so that they’re less bad? No one, that’s who

-So I had an idea: The Titan’s Curse. Also known as the book where people start to die. It sucks to be a demigod in this book--for the first time in the original series, it really does.

-Not everything is fixed, not everyone is saved, and people start to have to make really tough decisions.

-So we fix it. Not by throwing Percy, or Annabeth, or Thalia, or, hell, even Bianca or Grover into the mix.

-Throwing the marginally more grown-up, more trained, and more knowledgeable demigods into the fire, who’d get everyone alive and safe by the third time ‘round? Nah.

-We’re making Nico fix this.

-Because here’s the thing about Nico di Angelo: Sure, he grows up to become a major badass, the Ghost King, so on and so forth. But not yet.

-For now, Nico is baby, a ten-year-old whose experience with any kind of fighting consists of one (1) Capture The Flag game and who’s still half-reliant on Mythomagic to explain what the fuck is happening.

-He’s also got the worst knowledge makeup possible! He knows he’s a son of Hades, which is bad, he knows to stick monsters with the pointy end of swords but nothing else, he knows that Percy Jackson and Thalia Grace are Very Big Deals (But also doesn’t know why beyond parents), and he’s, at best, vaguely aware that there’s some kind of bad prophecy hanging around.

-Also by the end of the book, he’s just been told his last immediate family who isn’t Hades is dead in one of the worst ways possible, and he--pretty irrationally IMO, but Nico’s a kid who has been through a lot recently, so we’re not holding that against him--blames Percy Jackson.

-Literally, you probably can’t pick an angstier or worse choice to run through the time travel trope. I love it.

-We’re making this kid save Bianca’s life via time loop, which happens due to. . .hmm, we’ll say the Fates did it.

-So, Loop 0 = Canon, only at the end of the day on December 21st, after the conversation with Percy, Nico falls asleep only gods know where only to wake up the day he meets Percy Jackson:

Loop 1:

-Nico doesn’t actually change anything meaningful at first.

-Spends most of it shellshocked and not unconvinced the last week (For him, anyway) wasn’t a horrible nightmare; shellshocked and staring at Percy Jackson, anyway.

-(Percy’s wondering what’s up with the silent kid his sister had talked up as a cheerful chatterbox)

-It’s only when Bianca agrees to join the quest for Artemis that he starts kicking up a fuss; demanding to go, screaming that she can’t leave him even more, not again.

-(Bianca hesitates; briefly, enough to remind Nico that she loves him. But she’s not their mother, and she needs this)

-Bianca still dies. Percy comes back pale and guilty. Nico doesn’t yell at him when he returns--he already knows. He accepts the Hades figurine so that he can throw it into the lake.

-He slinks off back into Cabin Eleven and falls asleep, hoping desperately that he gets a third chance.

Loop 2:

-He does.

Loop 3:

-After a very painful death at the hands of Dr. Thorn, Nico, generally being a straightforward person at this stage of life, takes the obvious path this time around: He tries to tell Bianca--who brushes it off as a dream.

-Annabeth still goes over the cliff when Nico takes the initiative of attaching himself and his sister to Percy Jackson and Thalia Grace at the dance. He tries to tell Percy and Thalia when Bianca still joins the Hunt, promising Nico that whatever he saw, she’ll be extra careful.

-(Bianca’s fearful of what Nico's saying, and thinks that if these sworn sisters can’t keep her safe, who can?)

-Artemis gives Nico a speculative look but agrees when he begs her to protect Bianca at all costs.

-He doesn’t get on the quest. Being a reasonable demigod of questionable parentage, he sneaks out of camp.

-He gets caught, because despite being aware of his awesome new powers, he doesn’t know how to use them, and is still a ten-year-old who can barely hold a sword the right way.

-He gives Percy the puppy dog eyes and shows off said awesome new powers. Percy forces him back.

-Nico follows him.

-Repeat until Percy dies saving Nico from the Nemean Lion in Washington, DC.

-Nico can’t find it in himself to be terribly sad--especially when he doesn’t make it much longer.

Loop 4:

-He’s really stuck like this, huh?

-Oh, Di Immortales.

-(Before Percy gets his chest ripped to shreds by a lion and Nico meets skeleton cats, he learned how to hold a sword properly and curse fluently in Greek. Percy probably only meant to teach him one of those things)

-In unrelated news: Having a big crush on a guy who thinks he’s only known you for a couple hours? Terrible.

-Trying to hate the guy who let your sister die when he’s that stupid and nice? Even worse.

-That stupid lion.

Loop 5, 6, 7, 8, 9:

-Nico repeats: That stupid lion.

-Somewhere in Loop 7 he starts to steal supplies out of the camp store when he follows Percy following the quest.

-They forcefeed the lion enough trail mix and frozen ice cream in Loop 9 that they don’t die this time.

-At least until someone called the General shows up and Nico’s dead before he can raise his sword.

Loop 10:

-Nico wakes up in his and Bianca’s room in Westover and starts crying. Bianca tells the headmaster they’re both sick and Nico lets her hold him all day.

-They fall asleep and Nico swears he won’t let her die again.

Loop 11, 12, 13:

-He wakes up and he still can’t get out of bed without feeling that blade cutting between his ribs, burning like it’s on fire.

-Gods, he’s so sorry, Bianca. Dispiace tanto.

Loop 14:

-He can get up without feeling like he’s about to die again. Bianca fusses but assumes it was just a bad dream.

-Nico is caught stealing and can’t follow Percy until it’s too late.

-Everyone assumes this means he’s a son of Hermes, however, and Nico can’t correct them without opening his mouth and letting the sobbing laughter out.

-Figuring he’s about to get another chance next round anyway, he takes Travis and Connor Stoll up on their offer to learn a thing or two so that he doesn’t get Cabin Eleven slapped with kitchen duty from now until Doomsday.

-He likes the Stolls. He spent most of the time, pre-looping, actively avoiding everyone at camp as he waited for Bianca and Percy to come back, but they’re not that bad.

-Percy comes back with the figurine and no sister and Nico remembers why he’s stuck.

Loop 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23:

-After Loop 12 and being killed in Washington DC again, Nico realizes: He needs to learn how to fight.

-Unless he gets killed early or refuses to leave Westover, the loop resets after seven days. So, he has seven days to train each time.

-He gets to camp, finds the arena, and meets Clarisse La Rue. He demands she teach him how to kill monsters.

-She laughs, and tells him that attitude in his size will make monsters easy to kill, they’ll laugh so hard.

-Clarisse teaches him how to swing a sword each time--but only after mocking his unamused face.

-Somehow, Percy coming back with news of Bianca’s death only hurts more each time.

Loop 24:

-Nico wakes up before Bianca this time. He looks over at her bed and knows. He’s got to try this time.

-It’s disturbingly easy making friends with Percy Jackson after the last loops.

-Bessie’s new. Cute, but new.

-Nico wonders just how much he’s missed in the past--he thinks of Annabeth Chase, and hopes she hasn’t been dying each time.

-Percy doesn’t even argue when Nico shows up in the stables with a bag slung over his shoulder, and the sword he’s been stealing out of the shed strapped to his hip.

-Nico suggests the ice cream--again--to Percy in DC before

-Nico might be getting the hang of this.

Loop 25:

-Nico is not getting the hang of this.

-Zoë Nightshade’s refusal to accept Percy and Nico on the quest--violating a prophecy, and gods, Nico’s curious if that prophecy ever mentioned this--has so far gotten them attacked and killed by spartoi once.

-And again. As Nico bleeds out on the floor, he watches a panicked blond man--a demigod--plead for mercy.

-Isn’t he on the other side?

Loop 26:

-His name is Luke Castellan and he apparently wants the gods dead.

-Nico can relate at this point.

-The General is Atlas, and Nico knows enough about Greek mythology, real and wrong, at this point to know that is bad.

Loop 27:

-Twenty-six tries, but they finally make it out of DC. Threatening the questers with Atlas killing them all is more than enough.

-For the first time, Nico doesn’t know what happens next. He glues himself to Bianca’s side and glares at anything suspicious.

-With help that Percy refuses to name, even when Nico tries his hardest, they go to New Mexico.

-There’s a boar and it’s so close, they make it to what the others are calling “the junkyard of the gods”.

-Nico sees the Hades figurine on the ground.

-Bianca grins in delight and picks it up, calling for him.

-He can’t help it.

-Nico starts screaming.

Loop 28:

-His sister’s murderer was never Percy Jackson.

-His sister’s murderer was a force of mechanics that makes Nico fully understand, for the first time, what the gods are, beyond stats on a card.

-Talos.

-Nico is going to destroy him.

Loop 29:

-She dies.

Loop 30:

-Again.

Loop 31:

-Again.

-Loop 32, 33, 34, 3536373839FortyFo r t y O n  e--:

-Again. Again. Again. Again again againagainagainagainAGAIN--

Loop 42:

-Nico gets out of bed. He finds Percy Jackson at the dance, hugs him, and tells him he’s sorry.

-Nico walks outside and waits for Dr. Thorn in the snow. He can feel the shadows curling at the edge of the wood like a sixth sense, now. Waiting for him to summon the restless dead out of them.

-So many attempts to save his sister, ranging from sacrificing himself to sacrificing Percy--not that Percy needs the push, Nico has found--to any and all members of the quest.

-She dies. Always, always dies. Whatever Nico does, that junkyard is full of the death of Bianca di Angelo.

-He tried avoiding it. Once. Loop 33. Nico threw such a fit he’s surprised he wasn’t sent back to Camp Half-Blood by the Hunters, but it kept them out of the junkyard.

-He tries not to remember how little was left of his sister’s body by the monsters that time.

-Son of Hades. After all this time, Nico’s beginning to wonder if this is what it means. Death and death and death.

-Dr. Thorn walks outside, and Nico can feel a ghoulish grin crossing his face that has no place on a ten-year-old.

-One of them is going to die, this loop. And Nico will not go to New Mexico.

Loop 43:

-Nico wonders if there was a past life of his he needs to remember. Who could he have made this angry?

-He lies to Bianca and they stay in Westover again this time. Better than death, anyway.

Loop 44:

-Nico tries a different tack this time. A more roundabout way of things.

-He takes Bianca and throws the two of them in the way of the battle with the manticore.

-After all this time, he still doesn’t know much about Annabeth Chase. She gets kidnapped and returned safely to Percy every time, to the best of his knowledge.

-Nico dies holding up the sky, but at least Bianca lives, under the protection of Artemis.

Loop 45:

-Nico looks in the mirror and studies the new grey streak with fascination. And, maybe, some hope.

-Things can change.

Loop 46, 47, 48, 49, 50:

-Nico gets kidnapped a few times. Once, he’s killed in a rage by a Titan with horns, but it’s quick. Mostly, he holds up the sky to get Artemis out.

-She looks at him strangely each time and Nico wonders if she can see what he’s done.

Loop 51:

-They figure out he’s a son of Hades. They offer him Olympus. Olympus and Bessie--the Ophiotaurus, rather.

-Nico says no.

Loop 52:

-Nico says yes.

Loop 53:

-Being on the verge of overthrowing the gods and keeping everyone he’s grown to care for--in the case of several Hunters, against his will; in Percy Jackson’s case, Nico loves him as much as he hates him at this point--doesn’t do much, apparently.

-Nico stays in Westover again. He resists the urge to tell Bianca that would-be destroyers of Olympus don’t need to brush their hair, whatever she says.

Loop 54:

-Nico goes over the edge of the cliff again, but with Percy Jackson.

-This isn’t the first time; in Loop 46, Percy had taken the sky for both the sake of Artemis and Nico until it killed him.

-What’s different, is Nico’s in the middle of what’s become the usual panic attack when he’s about to die for the hundredth time, and his powers react.

-Percy holds him close and calls him cousin. Tells him he’ll never leave Nico.

-You have no idea, Nico whispers. You can’t leave me.

-You think I want to? Percy whispers back. You’re not alone, Nico.

-Nico’s sobbing sounds like laughter.

Loop 55:

-Nico tells Percy the truth for the third time. This is the first time he hasn’t told Bianca first.

-They’ve just found the Erymanthian Boar, Thalia’s told Nico his goth needs work--whatever that means--and Nico’s bracing himself for the junkyard again.

-Getting kidnapped by the Titans really gets old after a while.

-He still has the grey streak, and no number of excuses will fully soothe his sister, but the Hunt’s a good distraction from it.

-Nico doesn’t blame Bianca anymore for it. He thinks.

-Nearly a year into this loop and Nico’s finding it hard to blame anyone for much of anything, anymore. Especially when he sees what she’s faced. Again. And again.

-For now, this time, Percy Jackson is staring at Nico with wide eyes at what Nico’s told him--through these loops, Nico’s starting to wonder if he now knows more about Percy than Percy’s own best friends--and says he believes him.

-Once, Nico would’ve exploded from joy. Now, he just sighs and nods.

-Percy tells him how to condense the conversation for the next loop. He advises Nico to research Talos, “like Annabeth would.”

-He advises Nico to warn Percy’s next loop self about Annabeth’s kidnapping. Nico wonders if he’s gone insane that he’s considering it.

-Bianca dies.

Loop 56:

-Nico makes the executive decision this time to try and befriend Annabeth Chase. As such, he takes Percy’s advice.

Loop 57:

-It takes him two tries to befriend Annabeth Chase and learn about Talos.

Loop 58:

-Three times.

-But the nail. The nail in the ankle of Talos.

Loop 59:

-He hangs back at camp again this time and meets Charles Beckendorf, head of Cabin Nine, and son of Hephaestus.

-Nico figures that short of finding the god himself and committing temporary suicide--not that it hasn’t crossed Nico’s mind--his son will have to do.

-(He’s tried his hand at summoning ghosts, but Daedalus refuses to show, for some reason)

-Beckendorf frowns and tells Nico he would have to see Talos himself.

-Nico hadn’t realized just how much cursing he had picked up off of Percy and Thalia until that moment.

Loop 60:

-Nico knows what the prophecy says. One shall be lost in the land without rain.

-He knows it’s why he’s been failing so much.

-The trouble is, he no longer cares.

Loop 61:

-It took him a try, but he gets Beckendorf on the quest, prepared to defeat the Talos prototype.

Loop 62:

-Strike that, two tries.

-Nico really hates the Nemean Lion.

Loop 63, 64:

-Nico has solved half a problem: How to defeat Talos without putting someone inside the robot.

-The other half of the problem is now that they are all electrocuted by a dying automaton for their efforts.

Loop 65:

-Beckendorf’s crush--girlfriend? crush, they’re both insisting--Silena Beauregard comes along this time. Nico won’t complain over the extra manpower, even if he’s positive that eight campers and Hunters are patent overkill for one quest.

-Silena pulls Bianca out of the wreckage. Nico’s heart stops.

-Silena’s crying when she mentions that if they had been a bit earlier, she could have been revived.

-Nico wonders if Thalia’s going to stab him as he starts whooping. And takes notes about where Talos falls.

Loop 66:

-Nico swears, if Percy Jackson tries to sacrifice himself for Annabeth Chase one more time--

Loop 67:

-Bianca.

-I found you, he sobs. I found you.

-Gods damn the Hoover Dam.

Loop 68:

-And again.

-Despite having the distinct inkling at this point that he doesn’t much like like girls, Nico could kiss Silena Beauregard and Thalia Grace when they manage to revive his sister each time.

-She’s shaky and leaning on him and was dead, he could see her soul floating away--

-But she’s there.

-Nico refuses to let his sister out of the sight at the Hoover Dam and Percy befriends the Naiads this time.

-At least, until the Titans--who Nico made the very big mistake of taunting at DC--sends monsters he can’t control.

Loop 69, 70, 71, 72, 73:

-They keep dying in various combinations at the Hoover Dam now that Nico’s figured out how to save Bianca.

-At least, until he gets separated from Percy in Loop 73 and he meets a redheaded girl with a penchant for calling Nico pint-size.

-Athena dislikes Percy, Nico, Bianca, and Thalia in equal measure. Having learned of the Great Prophecy in Loop 16 and Percy’s mooning over Annabeth in. . .well, every loop, Nico can’t quite blame her.

Loop 74:

-Her name is Rachel Elizabeth Dare and Nico likes her. She takes none of their shit and if it weren’t for the fact that they already have eight people on the quest, he’d want to take her along.

-Bianca gets in a fight with the Old Man of the Sea. Thalia electrocutes him when he throws Bianca in the bay.

Loop 75:

-Nico wakes up in Westover with the distinct feeling that he was drowned on dry land.

-He stays in bed shivering, that day.

Loop 76:

-Atlas is the father of Zoë Nightshade. Nico learned this around Loop 50. He had realized around five loops ago that this probably meant she was going to die “by a parent’s hand.”

-He hadn’t realized that it was going to hurt to watch.

Loop 77, 78, 79, 80, 81:

-Now that he’s figured things out to about San Francisco, it seems the world is out to get him. The number of fights or mistakes that he either makes himself or has to head off are ridiculous.

Loop 82:

-Nico is so very tired. And wishes he felt ten years old again.

Loop 83:

-If Thalia gets in one more fight with Nereus, Nico's going to walk into the sea.

Loop 84:

-He wanders off, in this one. Grover had been killed in Hoover Dam, so Nico’s waiting for the reset at this point.

-In the meantime, Nico figures there are worse things to do than enjoy a good afternoon in San Francisco. He even meets a boy in a purple shirt.

-His name is Jason and he has hair like the sun.

-If he ever fixes this, Nico wants to find him.

Loop 85:

-Nico’s not fast enough in the junkyard.

-In San Francisco, he tries to find the ugliest, biggest trouble he can find.

-He finds a pair of teenagers in armor who yell Latin at him instead.

Loop 86:

-There’s a dragon that will attack them in the Garden of the Hesperides if they make it angry enough and Nico is so tired.

Loop 87:

- Zoë Nightshade is dead. They’ve won.

-Funny definition of “win”, considering they’ve all almost died this loop about a dozen times each, and Nico can’t explain why he’s crying on the body of a Hunter he only met a week ago, in their eyes.

-She hates him, some loops. More loops, she looks at him with ghosts of old grief in her eyes and hands him a knife.

-The gods execute Bessie, and then, Nico watches as his father turns to him and Bianca with sorrowful eyes.

-Nico should’ve figured, after almost ninety loops.

Loop 88:

-Luke offers one of them the entrails of Bessie again.

-Nico takes them.

Loop 89:

-For all the good it does. Nico wakes up as he does every time now: Powerless, in bed, and with only a grey streak to show for his efforts.

Loop 90, 91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98:

-Nico doesn’t know how to save Zoë Nightshade. Bianca, he could trick and fight his way into it. Beckendorf and Silena and Percy and a loophole in lost could save his sister.

-Her, she just. . .dies. Sometimes in DC, sometimes in San Francisco, sometimes on the hills of Mt. Tamalpais. Always at the hands of Atlas.

-Always, being murdered by her father.

-It’s not as gutting as watching his sister die, but it aches more in his chest, somehow.

Loop 99:

-He sticks close to Zoë this time. Same as he’s done with Percy, Annabeth, his sister, Thalia, and Grover, time and time again. But not her, Nico is realizing. Not the clinging he’s achieving now.

-Hoping for. . .something.

-He knows better than to tell the immortal Lieutenant of Artemis the whole truth. The loneliness is enough.

-She’s less frosty to him from the start than to, say, Grover or Percy, after Annabeth goes over the cliff again. When he shows up in DC, she’s much less angry than he’s seen her.

-Along the way to New Mexico and then San Francisco, he listens. He’s grown better at it, this far in. When the others are asleep, when Bianca is being fussed over after Talos, when everyone but them is asleep by the fire, he listens.

-And she tells him about her sisters. About her father, when the world was young and Atlas had looked on every daughter of his with pride. She tells him, pride glistening in her eyes, of the battles she has seen, the hunts she has overseen at the command of a goddess, the monsters she has killed, and the epithets she has been given.

-He doesn’t ask anything of her. Not until they’re in the house of Annabeth’s father, drinking lemonade the night before the battle, and Nico knows she is about to die again.

-What do you want, he asks. You’ve done everything. What’s left?

-She stopped, ice seems to creep over her again, and Nico wondered if he’d hit some sore spot.

-He’s opened his mouth to make his apologies when she answers, so quiet and quick he thinks he’s imagined it.

-To be remembered. When my lady has taken another lieutenant, as she must, and I have gone to where all gods go when they die, I wish for my memory to remain. And. . .

-Nico waits, and ignores the sudden, terrifying thought that he no longer knows what he wants.

-I wish to see the stars again. I was born a nymph of the sunset; starlight is precious to me. I want to see it again.

-Nico dies to preserve the memory of Zoë Nightshade.

100:

-Nico di Angelo wakes up in Westover Hall. He hopes for the last time.

-He does everything right: Annabeth goes over the cliff, his sister joins the Hunt, Percy is soon his friend, and he convinces Silena and Beckendorf to join the quest.

-The Nemean Lion never stands a chance, and Nico is glad to be rid of it.

-His sister lives.

-Nico watches Percy watch Rachel Elizabeth Dare go, looking like he’s just taken a frying pan to the face, and fights the urge to snicker.

-Thalia doesn’t start a fight with Nereus, but Percy certainly does. Nico could’ve sworn he saw the boy with sun-hair again, watching with curiosity.

- Zoë Nightshade dies in the arms of Artemis and is made into the stars she loves so dearly. Nico promises her soul that he will remember.

-For, he has found, the dead have a tendency of remembering things they shouldn’t.

-Annabeth and Percy now have grey streaks to match Nico’s, and Nico can’t wait to spend the rest of his life trying to explain that.

-It’s closer than he would like, but much less close than other lives with Olympus. The Ophiotaurus is alive and safe, and they are all alive.

-As Nico walks out of the council, he looks off to the side. By the fire is the familiar girl with red eyes--the Lady Hestia, looking much closer to Nico’s age than that of the Olympian she is.

-Besides her are three old ladies. Nico’s heard about them from Percy, in Loops 26, 53, 61, and 62.

-One lady holds a ball of string that is the color of a warm umber. The other is knitting what looked suspicious like socks. The last. . .

-Scissors, in one hand. Just as expected. Nico swallowed.

-In the other, was a knot of burnt string, tied to the socks. Behind her, Nico could see discarded string of all colors: an electric blue, a stormy grey, a black that seems to glisten with the promise of a storm, string the soft, hopeful pink of love, yarn run through with bright copper.

-Glowing threads that Nico could only describe as the color of starlight.

-As he walked out, firmly between Percy Jackson and Thalia Grace, the Hunt of Artemis behind him, Nico hears one last promise:

It is done, Nico di Angelo.

[thewebcomicsreview]

Any thoughts on the roller coaster that is Sleepless Domain Chapter 15’s last ten or so pages?

Yeah: Holy shit.

I don’t know if I can offer much more high level analysis beyond that, but there are some little details I liked, like how Cassidy - whose power is to split herself into two - was in two unrelated magical girl groups, making it doubly ironic that she died alone. 

I like the dramatic irony of Bud casually realizing “Oh, we should tell Cassidy’s team to keep an eye on her” six pages too late for it to matter.

I like how the pattern of the barrier has a bunch of hands throwing out rock-paper-scissors signs, but none of the hands are showing scissors until Cassidy starts beating monsters, causing all the hands to throw her sign.

And then when the fight turns against her they’re all throwing rock.

Also, the only two times we see a hand throwing paper - which we need to see anyway to understand the significance of the fist but is also the sign where Cassidy’s scissors win- are next to word balloons of Kokoro trying to convince Undine to talk about her problems more. That’s because the sorce of Cassidy’s suspicion that set off this whole chain of events is Undine keeping the purple girl a secret. With a bit more honestly, Cassidy could’ve won (this is also reflected in the cover page for the chapter, where Cassidy sits in a puddle of Undine’s spilled (purple!) tea. Cassidy’s death isn’t Undine’s fault, but it’s “downstream” of her secrecy).

I like to occasionally post this Every Frame a Painting video about how whenever “a chair” appears in a movie (or comic), the writer should think hard about what kind of chair, and if there’s a way to get more value out of the chair than just an ass receptacle. This applies to any visual doohickey or effect in your comic, and getting the most mileage out of these little details, and I’m increasingly coming to the opinion that thinking about this a lot is one of the ways a comic writer can cut his pagecount and earn his keep, and this little gimmick with the hands is a great example of that, being a subtle bit of symbolic foreshadowing and even a karmic commentary with the paper signs.   

But what really jumps out at me is how short this chapter is. Not counting the cover, it’s a smooth thirty pages. 

For comparison, the Bath Time chapter of Saffron and Sage is 43 pages, over 33% longer, and it’s basically just this one gag and a really long fight scene.

So much stuff is crammed into this 30 pages, and there’s even time for Zoe and Rue to pop in all “Oh look at us popular minor characters maybe we’re gonna die oooooh wouldn’t that be a twist!”. We have Cassidy getting rejected by Heartful Punch, Cassidy getting unintentionally rejected by Team Flash, Cassidy backstory, team Rue/Zoe, Harley and Bud getting a bit of characterization. So much stuff happened that I’m 500 words into this post and I’m only now getting to

All the Korodine stuff! I don’t know what to say about that stuff, though, besides pointing out some foreshadowing for it

And by “foreshadowing” I mean that it’s all but stated that Heartful Punch and Outrageous Lime used to be an item and Lime implies that HP has a thing for smol girls. 

And then HP schedules a meeting to confess to Undine that gets hijacked by Momtalk revelations thanks to a Goops call and we never actually learn what Kokoro initially intended to be open with Undine about (though at this point we can put it together) (also a chance for subtle worldbuilding is taken here because Kokoro’s phone number is in roman numerals). 

Oh, and that Kokoro’s romantic interest in Undine was so obvious that it was part of why Cassidy hated Undine in the first place, tying everything together in a neat little orange hair bow.

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@ezmariest

hiiii!! I was wondering if I could request a haven box matchup? I’m rlly sorry about submitting it there was too much of a word limit in the ask thing :(

First I’m a bi curious female and I would love a romantic matchup with a male :)

Uh ok I’m really fun and like making weird or random jokes a lot, like a lot humor is kinda my coping mechanism haha😗✌️ I’m very respectful and understanding of other people and I’m really supportive. I’m enthusiastic and talkative with those I’m close with but with other people I’m vv quiet. Im also rlly laid back. A lot of people say I’m really kind or “too nice” and I love helping people or making them laugh. I have a bad tendency to hide my feeling and emotions and usually I block my problems with humor. Many have said I’m very ambitious and I have a lot of goals. I also am pretty insecure and I get down on myself way too much because of a lot of reasons but mostly bc of my high expectations and that I’m a perfectionist. I love sweets

I like goofy or weird people because then I can be myself and I like doing spontaneous and fun things. However I am an introvert so even though I love enthusiastic people, I get drained out when I hang out with too many people for too long. I also don’t like judgmental people, especially if they judge things that others can’t control or others dreams.

Hobbies: I really love sports and I’m pretty athletic. I play volleyball and think it’s fun but my main sport is definetly basketball. I really love drawing and I also love writing. And music is kind of the love of my life and you will always see me daydreaming with my earbuds in just listening to music.

Appearance: I have very long hair that’s really light brown, greenish gray eyes, and rounder features. I’m around 5’8 1/2 and I have an hourglass body but with MUCH more on my thighs and butt😃🤚I and athletic body type and I would say I look ✨sturdy✨and I’m pretty thin everywhere but my thighs and butt like I’ve said before. I value comfort in clothes at the moment so sweatpants and hoodies or just oversized stuff are kinda my go to. However I do want to have a better style which would kinda be a mix of “art hoe” and “alt girl” ahsjhja

Some fun facts about me:

*I love sweets, especially chocolate, and I love nighttime.

*I’m constantly daydreaming and doodling and I get called out on it by my friends.

*I want to be an animator for Disney Pixar when I’m older and My goal is to go to cal arts for college.

*A couple of my favorite songs are eight wonder (lemon demon), rue (girl in red), any mother mother song (but especially “oh Ana”) , and rhinestone eyes (gorillaz)

Ahh sorry I didn’t realize how long this was, thank you so much!! <33

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Hello and Welcome my Starlight!

The Haven box includes:

- Match up

- Sun drop

- Old habits die hard

- His lil' mama

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I'd match you up with

Nishinoya Yuu, Karasuno's Guardian

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Sun drops

The reasons why I paired you

- SUGAWARA WON'T LEAVE MY MIND AND HE'S ONE OF THE RUNNER UPS XD

- My first thought was Nishinoya but Ushijima and Sugawara said "No ❤️"

- But in the end, I choose Noya!

- You both would just be so cute! Like Yes please

- To him it doesn't matter that you are taller. HE LOVE YOU FOR YOUUUUUUUUUU

-He might be loud and energetic but he really respects your boundaries

- Though, you might have to take care of him more than the other way around, it's a good dynamic

- VERY BALANCED DYNAMIC RIGHT HERE

- You both if often just joke around and it's entertaining really

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Old habits die hard 

Random head canons

-You and Noya would have two day SPECIFICALLY for date time and/or Sharing time

-Those two days depends per week and schedule but there has to be TWO days

-In these days you both would just share your thoughts and feelings

-Noya, being a libero, has a tendency to be observant so he’ll know when you’re down

-He’ll joke around with you to lift up the mood but he will turn serious if needed

-C U D D L E S are a must for dates!

-He doesn’t care that you are taller than him, he actually loves it! (He loves being big spoon tho!)

-JUST LET HIM LOVE YOUUUUUUUU Like please

- He will do anything for your attention, (please just pay attention to him)

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His Lil' mama

“Lil’ mama! My team wants to meet you. Up for it?” Noya asked his taller lover. He then wrapped his arm around her waist as waited for her answer. “If you want too, sure! I don’t mind,” She replied with a smile. “That’s great! Let’s go!” He then said as he dragged her to the gym. “Wait! Like right now!” She replied as she tried to keep her balance. “Yes! Like right now~” Noya said enthusiastically. Some students stared at the taller female in pity. Nishinoya maybe a well of guy but with someone so shy at first glance, it’s hard to imagine their relationship. “Oh c’mon now babe! Don’t back on me now,” Noya said as he stopped. “I just really want to prove to the guys that you exist and not just a replacement for our goddess!” He declared as he held her hand. “I love you more than the goddess!” He added as he kissed her hand.

The greenish grey eyed girl blush a bit and looked away. The whole school can see how whipped Noya is for this girl. As much as it was a surprised for everyone on how Noya got a girlfriend but at least now Kiyoko has one less thing to worry about. “Let’s go rolling thunder to the gym so I can show you off to my pals,” Noya said as they continued but with a slower pace this time. Once they both reached the gym, everyone froze as they realized that the female was way taller. “That’s just sad. Noya is shorter than his own girlfriend,” Tsukkishima teased. “AND SO? I LOVE IT THAT WAY!” Noya barked. “This is my lil’ mama! My love! MY ONE AND ONLY SO DON’T STEAL HER AWAY!” He added as he smirked. Now his girl was behind him, kind of regretting the decision of coming but it made him happy so it was worth it. “Hello there,” She said with a small wave.

“WOW! NOYA-SAN! HOW DID YOU GET SUCH A BEAUTIFUL GIRL??” Hinata asked as he looked at the female. As time went by, the libero and his lil’mama got along with everyone. It was a bit strange at first as Noya has a girl now. And he isn’t all over Kiyoko like he used to but he still is Noya. The team enjoyed the presence and aura of the two. It was somewhat comforting. Once the whole get together and practice ended, Noya walked his girl home. “So, what did ya think? I’m pretty cool on court, ya?” Noya asked as he looked at her eyes. “You were awesome~ Can I watch your practice from now own?” She asked as she hook their arms together. Noya blushed a bit and smiled brightly. “Of course you can, Babe! No one’s stopping you,” He then said as he kissed her cheek. “Plus, having you there, I have my own cheerleader to keep me motivated,” He added as he chuckled. “So I won’t be a distraction?” She asked teasingly as she remembered what happened a few moments ago.

“OKAY LOOK I WAS ADMIRING YOUR BEAUTY AND FORGOT I WAS ON COURT!” Noya said as he huffed. “Plus, I receive the ball anyway. So I did my job,” He added with a soft smile. And then he knew that she was the one for him. Forever and always, that’s what he believes.

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Author's note

I'm sorry if it took so long! I was at school. But I hope you enjoy this one and thanks for requesting~