#teal and gold my beloved

[hyrulean-evalink]

"The Guardian Dragon appeared soon after the defeat of the strange Demon Dragon. Soon after it appeared, the blood moon stopped appearing and monsters began to vanish anywhere it passes. Considered the Guardian of Hyrule, its sight often brings courage to the heart of those who observes it. It's often seeing flying alongside the Light Dragon."

BOOM my version of a Dragon Link!

An AU in which reversing Zelda would be impossible... But it was proven she does remember and that she is conscious. Guessing Link's aching heart to see his beloved like this, Mineru offers her stone to him to perform the draconification ritual and join Zelda. Becoming the Guardian of Hyrule, his mere presence alongside Zelda's banishes anything evil on the kingdom's ground, forcing the monsters and gloom to retreat in the Depths.

Now, some design explanations:

I've seen a lot of people making the "mistake" of making him TOO much like his hylian self, which is something I've tried to avoid here

His mane is longer than Zelda's and has two big tufts to remind his bangs

Teal colors because Link has both Courage and Wisdom

The horn is shaped like a blade to remind the Master Sword

If Zelda has golden eyelashes and back rocks/scales (?) I felt like Link would have silver to complement and also to remind the armor of a knight

Chose yellow/gold for his sclera because of the Golden Power and to be a contrast to Zelda's purple

Blue spikes and horn to, again, remind the blue blade of the Master Sword

If you're wondering, yes, I've traced over the Light Dragon's picture to use as a base. You really expected me to be able to draw a dragon?

ALSO ! You are more than free to use this design !! Please tell me if you do I would be more than honored

[ineffableigh]

Today in "shit that's weird about Maggie's note"

She signs it "Maggie (in the record shop next door)"

Maggie why did you think Aziraphale would forget who you are rofl

And as others have surely pointed out already, the wording is so strange. "Something about which I need to speak with you on a matter of some ugrency."

Forget the spelling, the rest is just so odd and clunky. Probably just her trying to be formal in requesting a meeting about the rent, but HMM.

DID she put the note in the door??? Maybe someone else did it with some of her stationery?

Oh my god you know who talks like that?

MUTT. Mutt who is covered in the teal and gold colors of Heaven and Hell, yes?

S02E05: "Under no circumstances can I there be for tonight - it is my wedding anniversary and I am taking my beloved spouse out to dinner."

Again, PROBABLY nothing. But it does stand out, yes? I'll get on a re-watch and listen for any other strange, clunky phrasings...

[yaekiss]

Congratulations on the 400! If I'm not too late, may I send a #mailroom open letter to a yan!Albedo? Any gender neutral or feminine nickname would work and, if it so pleases you, a nsfw reply would be lovely.

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To my lovely Albedo,

How are you, love? Are you taking care of yourself while I'm away? As I sit here, working away in Inazuma City while I enjoy a sweet dessert, I cannot help but think of you... and your tendency to get swallowed up by your research when I'm not there to reel you back.

I was hoping that my business here would be done far faster than this. I suppose it isn't all bad, though. I can't say that I've ever been a social person, but people have been nothing but kind to me thus far. I may have even made a friend. But still, my heart belongs to you- and as such, no matter how I may enjoy my time, I can only eagerly await the moment I am able to return home.

I miss you dearly, my prince. I'll make sure to work even harder so that our time apart may be shortened by even a little bit. I can't to have you in my arms again, to feel the warmth of your embrace and know that everything is right with the world.

We both know that I could go on with the sweet words for pages and pages, so it's probably best that I stop here. Stay safe and take care of yourself, alright? I love you so, so much.

May my affections cross what feels like an eternity apart,

Your Wistful Lover

(Alongside the letter are various, shockingly well-preserved Inazuman sweets including Sakura Mochi and Dango milk, as well as a small pouch containing a handful of carefully-chosen Sakura Blooms. Lastly is an intricately designed silken blindfold, with its own little note attached that reads, "I had this custom made for you. I wanted to make one myself, but I couldn't find the time. Hopefully you like it anyway!")

꩜ Letter Content: Dom! GN! Reader x Yan! Sub! Albedo, no gendered terms for reader, Albedo calls you "my constant", mentions of blindfolds and a vibrator used on Albedo, unhealthy and obsessive relationship from Albedo, lmk if I missed anything ! ꩜ Delivery Notes: Albedo sure is a busy man to track down... I had to look for him all over Mondstadt since he was gathering quite a collection of alchemy ingredients. It was quite the staggering assortment too... I never understand what he's planning. ꩜ Wanna write a love letter yourself? Check out it out here!

Placed at your hotel doorstep is an innocuous package. It's decently sized, the box a lovely shade of pale indigo and shifting it slightly under the light shows an underlying iridescence hidden in the pigment.

Undoing the sturdy rope securing the lid down, you gain access to the contents within the box. You first retrieve a wondrous blooming bouquet of cecilias, wrapped in a sheer gauzy yellow fabric and tied with a teal satin ribbon. The petals are soft under your caress and for a moment, you reminisce about the first cecilia Albedo gifted to you after showcasing his alchemy.

Next, you fish out a cloth drawstring pouch. Peering into it, there's an assortment of all your favourite Mondstadt candies, enough to last you weeks. A little tag is attached to one of the strings, it reads: “In case you miss your usual sweet treats and need a boost of energy. ♡”

Unwrapping one, you pop it into your mouth before you pull out an envelope. The paper is smooth under your fingers and an impressive sketch of Dragonspine decorates the front. Flipping the envelope over, there's a wax seal, a cursive letter “A”, with flecks of gold dotted in it.

Carefully, you open it and obtain the parchment inside. His handwriting is a sight you've missed, from days spent watching him jot down his hypothesis and findings in his laboratory. Albedo's response to you reads:

“Replying to: My beloved constant.

Thank you for writing to me, my constant, I was growing somewhat nervous with your prolonged silence and I feared something unsavoury might have happened to you. As such, I am writing back to you to assure you that I've been doing alright as well. Though, I'm sure I would do a lot better with you by my side.

Next, I must thank you for the gifts you sent me. I shared the sweets with Klee and she has been pleading nonstop with me for more. Also, the sakura blooms were of high quality and proved immensely useful in my research. If you're willing, I can share my findings with you when you return, my constant.

Now, I can't help but ask what went through your mind, gifting me such a sly gift as a blindfold. What scene did you picture in your head? Was I blindfolded and tied up on your bed while begging for you to please touch me? Or perhaps I'm laid on my laboratory table, my sight obscured with the silk, pliant and willing as you drag a vibrator across my skin in an attempt to find my erogenous zones? Did you fantasise about muffling my moans with a kiss as you toyed with me? You should reenact it with me as soon as you get back, my constant, I feel as if I'm about to burst with how much I long for your embrace.

Ahem, getting back on track, I too have been working hard. (Fret not, I have not been overworking myself. I do not wish to worry you after all.) And I've made discoveries of my own and uncovered intriguing new possibilities whilst ruminating alone in my laboratory. I heard of the Inazuman archon's dedication to eternity.

Eternity... goes against natural orders, but lately, I have been finding myself relating to her obsession with such a concept. You might think it strange, my constant. However, I can understand how fearing the loss of someone close to you can affect your decisions, despite the morality of said actions.

You are golden in my eyes, unforgettable, and the time I spend with you feels like I'm the closest to unravelling the truth and meaning of this world. Is it my greed talking when I say that I want more time to uncover all of you, to understand the very fibre of your being, to see what has irreversibly drawn me to you and what makes you stay by my side? Maybe it is, but that is a question best saved for another day, my constant.

I shall end my letter here. I sincerely hope that the rest of your stay in Inazuma goes smoothly and safely, and that your return will be swift. I cannot wait to have you by my side once more, my constant. I love you so, so much as well.

Ever and eternally yours,

- Albedo -”

You fold the parchment and place it back into the envelope. One last item rests in the box. It's a handpainted painting of you, framed in an intricate wooden frame. Albedo captures your smile in the sunlight, the background featuring one of the picnics the both of you went on recently before you left for Inazuma.

However, you notice that one of the corners is a little wrinkled. Removing the backing of the frame to fix it, you discover another layer of canvas material behind that first painting. Gingerly, you peel it back to reveal a haunting portrait of the both of you. 

In dim lighting, you're seated on his laboratory table whilst he's knelt at your feet, his head resting on your lap. You almost don't recognise yourself. You're familiar with his art style but in this, you're ethereal to an eldritch degree... almost devoid of humanity. It's unnerving, to say the least. 

Perhaps Albedo's research has veered into more forbidden territories, challenging the principals of nature, all in the name of love. You muster one more look at the portrait.

A matching star rests delicately on your neck. In the bottom corner, he titles it “New birth.”

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[h-doodles]

hand hurty making all these outfit & expressions (yes each outfit also has all 13 expressions!!! not included here is the neutral but n e gays. dont percieve me.) in the course of 24 hours BUT it was worth it!! i LOVE how they came out, and also bc each outfit is for a specific route bc I love having VIBES <3 its self evident but just in case:

black sports bra w/ red flannel wrapped around distressed jeans is Dani's

green tie front top w/ silver accessories & black pants is Cass'

yellow peekaboo turtleneck shirt w/ burberry print skirt is Bela's

blue sleeveless blouse w/ gold collar tips + gold cat choker & navy blue high waist slacks w/ gold button details is Miranda's

strawberry gingham puff sleeve crop top & skirt is Angie's

black sweater w/ gold flower collar chain & orange pants is Donna's

pale white sleeveless empire waist dress with semi-sheer ruffles and collar is Alcina's

AND ofc. the titular purple silk shirt & navy pants w/ that teal earring as a treat <3

once again @resident-lover team thank u for my life im now abt to replay my beloved girlies routes (Miranda & Donna <3) and fight for my life (GO ANGST)

anyways. PLAY RESIDENT LOVER NOW!!!!!!!!!!

[jasonsmirrorball]

dawn, daylight. (495)

this baby drabble is for keke beloved

waking up next to jason and it's earlier in the morning, the blue fog of dawn just barely creeping over the horizon and into your shared bedroom. it's cold, but the blankets – and jason – trap in the heat between you both. you're still tired, eyelids heavy and gravitating closer to your lover, pressing against him because he's warm, pressing your fingers against the flat of his stomach and tucking your chin into his chest, burrowing underneath the covers completely until your face no longer feels icy.

and you let the moment pass, feeling him breathe under you, the soft whistle of his nose muffled through the blankets and his arm loosely curling around you. outside, you can hear the fainter sounds of the city, cars passing by and a cat outside meowing – one of the neighbors', probably. but everything remains soft, as if trapped under a layer of snow. your mind feels cottony, still waking and foggy, and all you know is that you're here and jason too. affection colours your hazy vision in rose, and your body moves before your mind to press a kiss to his sternum.

downy hair tickles your cheek, and you kiss the spot once more, fingers stroking the skin of his stomach tenderly. even unseeing, you can feel the raised skin, can envision the jagged pink lines that criss cross his body. in his sleep, jason lets out a harsh breath and you still your movements, flattening your palms against him. he settles slowly, tensed muscles relaxing little by little until he goes soft once more, curving over your body protectively.

you can hear the moment he begins to wake, some few minutes later. it's a slight jolt, as though he's thrust out of sleep violently, dreaming one moment and awake the next. his arm tightens against your back, hand splaying under the fabric of your shirt against your skin, fingertips pressing into your spine. you're here, is unsaid in the minute breath he lets out, relief evident in the shudder that wracks through him and you shuffle a little – slowly, so you don't startle him – and peek your head out.

teal eyes soften when they find yours, lips curling ever so slightly into an immeasurably fond pout.

"where'd you go?" he says quietly, unwilling to shatter the silence. it amuses you that for all the gravel in his voice, hoarse and unused, he manages to sound petulant. i couldn't find you, he says.

"cold," you whisper. i was always here, you tell him.

he blinks at you slowly, lashes fluttering around opaline eyes, and draws you into him in silent response.

dawn creeps in, blue spilling in through the cracks in your curtains at first and then pale gold. gotham, so unforgiving and cold usually, shows you her beauty in the early hours of the morning as you cradle jason. you count his breaths, and then steal them, as she pours into your room and over your sheets.

started listening to daylight while writing the end of this and wanted to start weeping. i want him to make his home in my bed, i want to hold him carefully, and brush his hair and love him so tenderly.

[udretlnea]

In the Court of the Creator

Prompts: Inspired by Minecraft!Reader by @fandomshenanigans​, Wardens in the Chasm idea by @mists-reading-nook​ & Alt!+OG!Reader by @questionotmystopit​

Summary: You are brought before the Divine Creator after getting caught in the Chasm. However, before your fate is sealed they suddenly take an interest in your appearance, but why?

A/N: Originally there was supposed to be a two-page short comic serving as the introduction, but during the creative process I realized that 1) I was staying up too late that I simply couldn’t get my body to cooperate in drawing it, and 2) the end result was…not ideal to me; thus I had to scrap it and go ahead with just the story. If you’re wondering what I was doing…yeah it was all of that planning, writing, and internal discussion. Anyway, here’s the piece I was able to finally write and I hope you all enjoy it! (Normally I keep their gender ambiguous, but I really, really wanna write a male reader. Oh, and there’s that 100-follower event I’m cooking...my, I’m gonna be quite busy!)

TW: Precision F-word strike.

Words: 2.3 k

Proofread by: @soleillunne​

It was cold inside the lifeless, marble halls of Celestia. Your wrists were beginning to chafe with how tight the cuffs were; you tried to rub them together to try to loosen them, but it was in vain. Defeated, you merely continued trudging ahead of your captor.

“Keep moving,” a dignified female voice behind you ordered. You suppressed an eye roll. “We’ll be inside the throne room shortly. There, the Creator of Teyvat will judge you, imposter.”

There were those words again. Creator. Imposter. Words that you were familiar with after hearing them countless times ever since you found yourself trapped here with no way back home. How many times did you recite a prayer to this God of Gods hoping for some miracle to show you a way back? How many times did you catch people throwing you dirty looks, muttering about you being gifted for looking like their god; they stopped after you decided to wear a blindfold. Only the truly envious ones had the gall to call you an imposter.

You didn't care about that. You just wanted to sell your potions and find a way back to your beloved Minecraft world.

“Halt! We’ve arrived.” Your recollection is interrupted by the sudden command. You shake your head.  Your eyebrows raised at the impossibly huge set of doors. On either side were some kind of giant robots with a single menacing orange eye. They were adorned with miniature white tree branches on their shoulders. Both of them peered down at you as if silently judging your sins.

Your jailer stepped towards them; she was a tall female with blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, and wore a navy coat-no, that’s called a tailcoat. She made a salute to the robot closest to her; it made a rumbling noise before it signaled to the other one. They both turned and pushed open the doors. The hinges groaned like phantoms singing in an opera.

“Alright, let’s go,” said Ponytail.

The throne room was sparsely decorated, but the translucent floor that resembled the night sky made up for that. You instinctively looked up and couldn't help but lower your jaw in awe; up in the ceiling was a painting of a humongous figure draped in a white cloak with gold accents. There were stars on and around the body. Their arms were outstretched like they were expecting a hug.

You looked forward and felt your breath hitch. In the distance was a hooded figure sitting on a throne with two others standing on either side. Behind it was the open sky; there were no windows, meaning one could jump from there and fall from a great height. 

Okay, that’s enough intrusive thoughts.

You got close enough that you observed the people standing in front of the throne. To your left was a young woman with antlers and salmon-pink shoulder-length hair. She wore a dark red and black crop top and skirt; she had bright teal eyes with ovoid pupils. To your right was a tall beautiful woman with short hair with blue accents at the end; she wore a dark bodysuit with silver accents and a white fur coat draped over her back. A rather shiny bracelet was on her right wrist.

In her hand was your staff; it was a green metallic stick with a small cylinder protruding from the top with an orange square block inserted in between. They stared at you two as you stopped in front of them.

“As per protocol, I will begin listing off the crimes the guilty party has committed.” Antlers said with neutrality. She opened a scroll she was holding and cleared her throat. “According to eyewitness reports, you have been selling dangerous items to civilians with powerful effects without a legal permit. Furthermore, you entered a highly dangerous and closed-off area in Liyue, witnessed a highly confidential location, and put the lives of several miners in danger.” 

You felt some measure of indignancy swell within you. “Hey come on! It’s not my fault I spawned a Deep Dark biome. My staff was broken and I needed components to fix it. When I heard of a mine just west of Liyue, I didn’t realize it was closed off. Furthermore, my staff…went haywire because of some weird energy down there that infected it which ended up creating that biome.” 

“There were a couple Millileth stationed there. Was it not obvious?” Blue stated coldly.

“Of-of course, but I was worried about the consequences if I didn’t fix my staff,” you sigh inwardly. You lick your lips. “And I didn’t know those miners were there. Also, if they ran into a strange new area without any common sense, then that’s on them not me.” 

“So you admit to being in the Chasm, but you do not deny that you were selling contraband?” Antlers recounted in a controlled voice.

“I didn’t know how things operated in Liyue! I keep telling you that I’m not from here!” You were starting to feel a headache coming on, and the conversation hadn’t lasted five minutes!  “Besides, I only sold to those who were desperate AND rich enough to buy my wares. Also, I only gave some potions of instant healing to those who brought their sick family members; I would never give potions that could harm anyone, I’m not a bad guy!”

Antlers opened her mouth, but a noise beside her made her pause. 

Blue hummed. “Your staff. It is most peculiar. I’ve never seen Thaumaturgy like this before. Spill. Who are you, truly? Being some ordinary person with the creator’s face is one thing, but having access to dangerous magic as this is another.”

“If I told you, would you let me go?” You asked hotly.

“Depends on a number of factors like if this correlates to Abyssal magic, but in reality you’ll probably get a lighter sentence like a lifetime sentence in jail. It’s a much better alternative than getting executed, if you like enclosed spaces that is.”

“Wow. That’s so generous of you. Let me think about-no,” you said flatly. There was no telling what Minecraft logic would do here when something as basic as the elements were used for practical use.

“Hm. A shame. It appears we’re gonna have to execute you after all.” You feel hands behind you grip your shoulders. You try to throw Ponytail off, but blue glowing ropes suddenly spawned and wrapped your legs and arms. 

This…couldn’t be it! You had a home to get back to, a cat to pet and feed! So many projects would be unrealized if you died here!

“Hold.” A new voice spoke up. It took you a second to realize it was the figure on the throne. They snapped their fingers and pointed at Blue, then at you. Blue nodded and the bracelet on her right glowed; the ropes on your body disappeared and Ponytail released her grip on you. 

The creator stepped down from their throne towards you. You try to back away, but Ponytail puts a hand on your shoulder and you pause; you do your best not to tremble at how this all-powerful being was looking at you despite not seeing their eyes.

“Look at me.” They say commandingly in an ethereal and firm tone. You do. And in genuine awe. The power this being was radiating was so immense that it was almost suffocating. You felt as if you were an ant, and the more you scrutinized this person, the more you slowly realized your place.

Wait a minute, something’s not right. you think to yourself. You leaned forward so that you could see under his hood somewhat better. You could make out some of their features, and if you squinted you could’ve sworn they looked familiar. Huh, is it me or does this person look like me…! Oh. No way. 

You suppress a growing sense of unease building up in your stomach. Your eyebrows comically raise themselves, and to your amusement so do the creator’s.

‘What the heck?’ you both mouth simultaneously. Whether through interest or impulse, the creator stepped down from their throne and stood in front of you. You stood straight. Slowly, the creator reached for their hood; it fell from their head. A chorus of gasps filled the room with one of them being your own. Nobody dared to breathe, fearful that it could break the moment.

Staring back at you was your own face, even down to the jawline. You open your mouth.

“What the fuck?”

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After much discussion that took all day, it was declared by the creator that you would be staying with them under house arrest; you would be supervised by some handpicked acolytes all day. At night, the creator themself would look after you. Luckily, the idea seemed to satisfy the acolytes and no more questions about you were thrown; time would tell if this new protocol needed more polishing.

It was night, and currently, you were sitting in the garden watching a swarm of crystalflies float about. They were pretty to look at already, but they glowed so mesmerizingly at night. You took a deep breath and sighed peacefully.

Then, you felt a presence beside you. You turned your head. It was the creator- you They had their hood off; their hair was long, jet black, and tied in a ponytail. They possessed dark purple eyes with slit pupils; tiny white dots danced in their iris like twinkling stars. Two strands of hair rested on either side of their shoulders. They rested their hands in their lap.                                                                                                                              

“Hey, you got room for one more?” You simply shrug, uncaring for another presence, but happy that you had company. After another pause, they spoke again. “You…good?”

“Oh yeah, I avoided being thrown into a dark cell and left to rot. Or worse. I’m actually grateful we came up with that story about me being your sibling,” you told him. 

“Of course! I’m not so arrogant as to believe that I’m the only version in this multiverse to exist. There have to be others like me out there, and those who weren’t so lucky to be gifted godlike powers the moment they teleported here.” Creator!You looked at you with sudden curiosity. “How did you get here, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Ah, that. Well, you see I was trying to build a portal to the Aether-wait, do you know what Minecraft is?” When they nod you snapped your fingers. “I kept experimenting with different blocks using my command block until I got one working. And being the genius that I was, I decided to test it out myself. I didn’t realize it was a one-way trip until the portal behind me immediately closed. The rest is history.”

“I see…it must be terrifying being in an unknown world having to learn how things work.”

“You took the words right out of my mouth. The slimes are so different from back home. I miss how square everything used to be.” 

“Er, apologies for bringing down the mood. That was not my intention.” You wave them off understandingly. They clear their throat, eager to change the subject. “Anyway, have you been keeping up with the news from the multiverse?”

You shake your head. “No. I mean, I didn’t know one could do that.”

“I have my ways of checking, and I encourage you to read up. Knowledge is power after all. I can show you some tomorrow.” They smile and cross their arms. However, it quickly turned upside down. “Apparently, someone went and stole multiple universes from this multiverse.”

“...You mean, someone stole multiple different versions of Teyvat…?” Creator!You nodded. That’s unbelievable! Did you happen to catch how many they took?”

“If I recall correctly, it was exactly 168. Luckily, after a while, they were all put back in their places.”

“Is that number significant?” They shrug before dropping the subject entirely.

The conversation pauses for a moment as the two of you find something else to discuss.

Creator!You huffed. “By the way, what…what should I call you? Because it’s going to be confusing if someone calls for one of us when we’re in the same room. Plus, the ancient manuscripts already refer to ME when it uses our name.” 

You laugh excitedly. “Aw man, I was waiting for this moment! I’ve always wanted to change my name to Yu, like Y-U.”

“That sounds adequate, but you’re gonna need a surname too,” said Creator!You. “What about…Nakayama?”

“Nakayama Yu…it has a nice ring to it. I like it! Alright, I’m gonna use that!”

They made an approving noise. “I’m pleased you like it so much. So…you wanna shake hands to, I don’t know, make it official?”

“Sure!” You stuck out an open hand. “I’m Nakayama Yu. It’s a pleasure to meet you, me!”

“Likewise!” They took it and you both shook firmly. You give a breathy chuckle.

It was nighttime, but the air wasn’t cold. You instinctively rubbed at your wrists, as if double-checking there weren’t any cuffs. You chatted away with yourself until you felt sleepy; you went to your guest room, immediately flopped on the bed, and started snoring.

[send-me-a-kae-via-subspace]

finally made a pearlo design line up!!!

thought process + alt ver under cut

hermitcraft s8 - idk i just wanted her to be a little goofy. llama everywhere, yknow. i tried to get a few of the swaggon colours in there just to be a little rad

empires s1 - i wanted to just, delete her dress. shes a jacked farmer and i wanted to get that across in the design. her design started up a little fatter, b/c i wanted all of my pearls to be visually distint, but i ended up giving that form to legacy (i had to scrap it b/c i didnt know enough about the series. so if you knw abt what she did there that would be super rad!!) anyway tank top, flowy clothes, etc. i really like the pointy crown though. and the warm colours w green i think worked out pretty well.

hc s9 - made her creacher. what else do you want. also tried to make her outfit like. a mix of suit and cleaning lady garb. the colour choice was like, orange and purble and teal. because complementary colours, and those were like what made her base. pop out to me yknow. also insect-like connected joints

limlife - comfy cosy outfirt. flowy jeans and frogge hoodie. idk what to say here tbh. i saw all the frog hoods and thought. yeah no she WOLULD wear that

last life - there is. no reasoning for this one. wanted to do someth based off of the base pearl skin . so i gave her the sans treatment (fur hoodie)

double life - i tried to give her the most sexy and attractive look i could muster. she is like the bad boys of dl. to me. leather pants, flowy hoood, and lots and ltos and lots of bows. also high heels to step on people. i really like this design but lets be honest i just took the colour red and ran with it. except for the little gold medalion. thats to match with tilly. we stay silly :3

santa perla - oh yeah this lady right here. really inspired  by toh collector. i just. mmm moon face amirite. the rest is just pointy bits and shroud of light (kinda? insp by bdubs skin from empires crossover?)the part on the right comes from pixs santa perla statue !!! pointy wing beloved. aslo shes glowing. because magic and god and something

evo - i know. nothing about evo. i just looked at her skin, saw bright teal and stripes, and ran with it!

hardcore - i jjust gave her all the hashtag survival stuff. and a moon on her shirt b/c i dont think you could tell shes pearl otherwise

[peachymilkandcream]

Could you write about a levi pirate kidnapping a mermaid evelyn?.

Siren|Levi x Evelyn AU

(A/N: Ooh! I love this for an idea, Levi would make a great pirate captain and I can get behind allowing the brainrot to develop. I'm leaving this a bit open ended if we want a part 2! Hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting!)

WARNINGS: implied noncon/dubcon, imprisonment, yandere behaviour/themes, misogyny, forced pregnancy, kidnapping, violence, degradation, attempted suicide, manipulation, mind breaking, forced marriage, etc.

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Levi had been born and bred on these waters, his mind focused constantly on how to read the stars and ride the waves searching for what his hearts desired. Gold and plunder never seemed to satisfy him like most, his greed had a much more exotic and unquenchable taste.

He loved mermaids, always he had dreamt of finding one to be his bride. The most fearsome pirate in the seas should have something as untamable and mysterious as one. Only that would be good enough for him. All other whores were disgusting fancies his men had. Levi never cared for them, he hated to share.

All his life he had been on the quest to no end, searching and searching for what he could call his beloved and own. The passing years of fruitless voyages turning him more disagreeable and erratic. Hundreds of sailors wished to be on his crew for his mass riches, but few remained when they witnessed first hand how deranged their captain had become.

Anyone who spoke ill of his quest were killed without hesitation, he would not allow fate and karma to be tipped against him for some inbred dog to speak ill of these fair beauties. Many had seen the violence risen up in him when one set of waters had been combed to no avail, all stayed out of his way when he got into one of his moods.

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"You think this will be the day Cap'n?" One of his crew commented.

"It had better be or I'll kill any poor drunken sap who has a sour mood that could be scaring them off."

"Aye aye sir-" Although the sailor seemed more uneasy now.

Levi left him and stared over the ship's bannister, and into the waters below, looking for any movement. He had been called crazy more than a few times, believing that there was no such thing and he was wasting his youth and gold. One day he'd show them. One day.

Suddenly a flicker of teal and green caught his eye, causing him to look again.

There he saw it, hair as dark as the richest chocolate and a shimmering tail, it was impossible. After all this time, his prize was right in front of him.

"Drop anchor!" He barked, hurrying down the steps from the ship's wheel and staring into the water. "And get those nets in the water. I see one." He looks around at his stunned crew and anger burns with in him. "Move you lazy dogs!"

The ship erupts into chaos as all hurry to do his bidding, nets cast into the water as they chased the flickering tail below the sea's surface.

Levi could only watch in perfect stillness, waiting with anticipation for his prize to be caught. "Bring that tank out here!"

Some of his men push with great effort a tank of sea water he had made some time ago when he started his quest.

"We got it Captain we got it!" One cheers as the nets are slowly raised.

The mermaid's beauty took Levi's breath away, ocean blue eyes and thick brown hair. Skin pale as a pearl and tail green as an emerald. He couldn't believe his eyes.

"After all this time..." He personally sealed the tank, making sure there was air going in but so that she couldn't escape.

"Hello my dear."

Her silence was deafening as fear slowly gave way to defiance.

Legends said that no one could tame a mermaid, they were as wild as the sea.

"We'll see about that." He muttered. "Welcome aboard miss, I hope you're ready to be properly introduced to your master."

[clown-paws]

> fanbot brainstorming! this is Circuit, my newest beloved OC. took a while but i really like it's design and character so far. while it can't sing or play, it's normally brought on stage for mime work and joking with its siblings in betwen songs. it's the baby of the group!

> ID below and in alt text -

[Image Description: Two digital paintings of my Steam Powered Giraffe fanbot, Circuit. On the left is a full body drawing, and to the right is a 3/4 angle head shot. It is designed like a clown and has white metal casing, with red, circular cheeks and clown nose. It's cheeks are lined with LEDs. It has a teal metal on the eyelids, the inside of it's ear, it's mouth and tongue and two lines of teal running down it's neck, where it's neck muscles would be. It's eyelids are split into different metal plates to give the illusion of long eyelashes up to it's eyebrow lines. There is a faint, mainly purple lighting on it's left. The background is a light lavender with a hint of blue.

Full body Painting: Circuit is wearing a large, black cone hat with three red pompoms running down the center and a blue brim. A black, poofy dress with a circle skirt, blue spiked clown collar with red LEDs on the tips, blue ruffled cuffs, two red pompoms in the center of the torso part, a red waist ribbon and red ballet ribbons up to it's knees. It's feet are shaped as heeled shoes with a red heel stripe, blue toe and red pompoms on the tips. It is smiling, mouth open, and looking off to the left with it's left hand on it's hip. The right arm is lifted and it is holding onto the string of a pink, heart shaped balloon. It is lifting it's right leg up off the ground, pointed straight.

Headshot: The spiked collar is visible below Circuit's neck. It is looking down at something in front of it, mouth wide open in shock and eyes wide. It has a yellow star earring. Its tongue is horizontally lined. It has wires, grey metal parts and two red buttons exposed on the side of it's head. There are white lights in the centre of it's irises.

There is white text all over the image. The backstory parts are bullet-pointed with stars. Text reads:

Circuit. [Circuit is in bold and larger than the other text, with a white star beside the name and a gold star inside the white.]

1.65 meters/ 5' 5".

It/its.

Entertainer.

Was programmed as a nurse, like Upgrade, during the wars. Eventually damaged + lost post World War 2, metal + joints rusted away.

Was found and repurposed as an entertainer in circuses in the 50s - was brought back to the band in the 2000s.

Faulty speech + hearing - delayed responses. Head wires exposed for easy tuning. [tuning is underlined and has an arrow pointing to the red buttons on the side of it's head.]

Doesn't sing due to malfunctions.

LEDs [pointing to the red lights on the tips of the collar and it's cheeks in the headshot.]

End ID.]

[feycorvus]

nine people I'd like to know better

tagged by my beloved worstie @oddconvictions im jingling malevolently under your bed as i type this

usually im hesitant to do these but in the spirit of post-boopageddon interactivity i will submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known!!

last song: saving me saving you by ruen brothers, just from my shuffled spotify likes

favorite color: if i had to choose a SINGLE colour it would have to be like a nice deep rich wine/rose red but i honestly prefer colours in combinations since i think they look better contextualised by other colours! my fav combinations are red/orange/yellow/brown (autumn!), aquamarine/teal/admiral basically just oceanic bluegreens, and brown/gold

currently watching: a few things!! the main one right now is im binging black butler with my roommate because i missed out on it during its peak but it was like, their Formative Anime so im getting the runthrough before watching the new season. the other one is we're also watching dungeon meshi weekly as it comes out! and lastly ive been (very willingly) dragged into watching stargate since it's another friend's Obsession Show and its yet another thing that's up until now not been on my radar

sweet/savory/spicy: how am i supposed to choose between savoury and spicy.

relationship status: single but im not entirely sure if its because im aroace or because the whole gender thing means i dont like the idea of someone being attracted to me in a relationship context. which is weird because im a vain little peacock who likes flirting and being flirted with and i WILL preen if complimented by friends or strangers. whats up with that. gender and sexuality are weird. we'll see how i feel in a few years when ive been on T a while

current obsession: it's been solidly kingdom hearts since like january. help. this is also my roommate's fault it was another formative childhood obsession of theirs that they inflicted on me after i mentioned i was unspoiled for the entirety of the series. seriously it was like they smelled blood in the water they insisted they had to watch me play it to see my reactions and I Understand Now

last thing you "googled": "let me in gif eric andre"

tagging: i have no idea who's already done this so sorry if you've already done it!! my dash never ends so i miss a LOT

@sunsetcowboy @jacedoe @miserablecreachur @worm-knight @mostbeautifulsoundyouveeverseen

@trickymxtape @thewaythroughthewoods @anairbri @boxesfullofthoughts

(note that if you want to tag more than 5 people you need to do a line break--thanks marty for pointing it out!!)

[sleepyfan-blog]

Author’s note: this is Mer-Deimos’ debut!

Warnings: transformation

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

Summary: Deimos uses a special mirror to aid him in mimicking his target.

“Mirror, mirror shining bright, what will you show me tonight? A glimpse of my enemy, koving where they should not be? My allies’ whispered plots and lies? Or the truth that all disguise?” Deimos croon as he swims gracefully around a very old, very well taken care of and highly polished silver backed mirror. He swum around it nine times exactly as he chanted the words before moving up to the mirror's surface and looking into it.

What the alpha legionnaire saw was not his reflection - a bald mer-octopus with teal skin and bright silver rings that warned those who could see him of the venom he could spit and bite at will, but a striking Blood Angel, the other's gold-spun hair shining in gilded waves around him as his sanguine eyes shone and he covered his mouth to laugh, eyes flicking over to a companion

Demos tilted his head as he memorized the other Astartes’ form. First, his eyes shifted from the aqua-blue that made him stand out slightly amongst his brothers to the keen-eyed, shifting to the crimson of his target. His nails - kept carefully filed and sharpened shortened and the color of the top half of his body shifted shades. finally his lower half began to shift from the eight tentacles to the singular silvery tail and long gliding fins of his currently clueless target.

Hair grew from his scalp, tickling fiercely. It took several long minutes to adjust it to the right length, wave pattern and shade. He stared at his target, shifting his cheekbones and nose into the correct shape before bearing his many jagged teeth, realignment and shifting them one tooth at a time. Careful, now. Patience. Blood Angels lived in tightly knit pods, and he would need to trail his target for days to ensure his scent and vocal mimicry were correct.

Once Deimos was sure that his mimic was as correct as he could make it, he swim off to report to his superior officer, to get his full mission. Their primarchs’ sacred mirror was an incredible, enduring gift their beloved fathers had given to all Alpha Legionnaires, but could only give them so much.

The brief expressions of panic and distress that his brothers shot his way as he swam past them, careful to use his new fins and tail in the ways that Blood Angels’ effortlessly glided through the water pleased Deimos greatly. It meant that his disguise should stand up to proper scrutiny.

[squarebracket-trickster]

9 People You Want to Know Better

Oh shoot no! I lied! There is one more tag from November.

Thank you, thank you, thank you @sender-paulson over here! (Sorry this is from so long ago)

And also, huge thanks to:

my beloved moot @aziz-reads over here

my dearly detested, @amostdelectablescribbler over here

a person I would dearly like to know more of @mundanemoongirl over here

another new friend! @marz-writes-shit over here

a moot I am most curious about @silverslipstream over here

Current book: Still City of Bones, but also Toll the Hounds (Malazan), but also Dune, but also why am I such a mood reader

Current fic: Good Slaves Never Break the Rules by @clairelsonao3 **Mind the CWs**

Currently watching: what is a movie? Tee Vee Showe? Never heard of her.

Next on my watch list: the live action A:tLA TV show. My bar is on the floor. My friends and I are organizing a watch party. We will make it fun if we have to.

Current hyperfixation (changed from obsession because I don't use that language for myself): I don't currently have one, but if I am very good and very, very careful, I might just be able to coax myself into hyperfixating on my papers that are due. I have been trying for a while now and I a getting close! I can feel it!

Last song: I was singing along to Tiny Dancer in the car.

Fav colour: still green. Specifically green like the underside of a maple leaf when the sun shines through. Though I also have a special place in my heart for literally any non-standard colour the sky turns (lavender, true purple, orange, gold, pink, azure, teal, lightning storm grey, snow-glow grey, that overcast white that is just a little too bright and so on...)

Sweet/spicy/savory?: I do like my sweets, but I always half the sugar. Every now and then I like a little spice but I am white and weak. (I did once eat for entire packets of admittedly weak wasabi to try to clear my nose during allergy season. It did work.) I love savory herbs and spices too, but in moderation. Migraines, ya know?

Relationship status: I need a boyfriend so bad. Please.

Last thing I googled: Festooned. To make sure it meant exactly what I thought it meant.

I love when the people I tag @ me and/or link back to my post. I love it when you reblog my post with questions, compliments, words of encouragement about my WIP, or even no comment at all. But please make your own post to complete this tag. Please do not turn my post into a reblog chain.

Now, who am I most curious to know more of? No pressure tag to: @janec23, @amandacanwrite, @aalinaaaaaa, @ijustwritehonestly, @kosmic-kore, @morganwriteblr, @unhingednovelist, @anulithots, and @ditzybitzyspider

[nordictwin]

Reminiscing on old jewelry.

I was looking through my jewelry box, trying to organize its contents. It's full of stuff, that I either never wore or just wore once. In truth, I don't really care as much for wearing jewelry, as I care about owning the jewelry. Heck some of it doesn't even fit around my neck anymore, that's how old it is.

Call me a dragon or a crow, I guess. I like the shiny. Actually digging it out and wearing it is a different story.

I call it my treasure box, because it's a box of secrets and old memories.

The lone pearl earring, its partner lost at a wedding. I wore that set twice - once for my high school gala, and once for my cousins wedding. I dropped it at a venue in the Netherlands and never found it. I still remember that hot summer day, but don't know when I lost it.

(A few weeks later, I lost my beloved godmother - my aunt in all but blood. I inherited the pearl earrings she had. I now wear them, whenever I need a bit of luck and love).

A cross on a chain, I don't remember actually getting. It's gaudy and a little edgy. Had I been a goth kid, I'd have worn it every day.

A necklace from Claire's - a C for my name. We don't have Claire's where I live. A silver pin with a man in kilt, holding an emerald - my birthstone. A celtic knot on a silver chain. Gifts from relatives in Scotland. People I've barely ever seen, but whom I still love and share a bond with.

The amber pieces I found on a beach as a kid. Dug up from sand and seaweed on a sunny, windy day, more precious than gold to a 13 year old kid on holiday. I bragged about it for days.

One half of a silver friendship-necklace. Given in 1st grade to the girl, who I saw as my best friend, for Christmas. Because that's what I knew friends did - got each other presents and played and treated each other kindly. One half of a heart for us both).

(One half of a broken heart - it's oddly fitting. The older I got, the more friends I make, the more I realize that she wasn't much of a friend. Dominating and downright rude at times, telling me hurtful things or relaying mean things she heard people say about me, always right after I'd experienced a victory. I treasure childhood memories, but resent them all the same).

And finally... the colorful beaded bracelets I wore in my teen years. What seemed quirky and cool to me now... is still just as cool, they just don't fit anymore. I wear loud patterns and bright lipstick to push my way through the world. Why yes, I will wear the bow-print teal dress with the hot pink ribbons! I will wear a shirt with cartoony chickens on it and love it! I'm lively and free, and I stopped caring what others think!

It's a treasure box of secrets, a treasure box of memories. The red dice earrings, the necklace from my grandmother, the trendy rings I owned but barely wore because I don't like to wear rings. But they were cool and everyone had to own them, so I did.

It's a box of little markers that show how much I've grown.

And I can't wait to see, how much further I'll grow.

[twoidiotwriters1]

The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Jackson siblings my beloveds -Danny Words: 2,448 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Kids' -by OneRepublic

XIV: 'Not All Men' You're Right, My Brother Percy Would Never

The four of them clamber onto the ship at the same time. Frank rushes down the steps to look for the others while Percy and Hedge collapse on deck. Ara runs to the control board. She keeps her eyes on the monitors and radars until the ship is at a proper distance from the Aquarium. 

"Where are we going?" She shouts.

"Charleston!" Percy yells back, he's still lying on the ground. "Set course for Charleston!"

Leo approaches her holding a cheese-grilled sandwich. "I would ask if you need help, but—is that a shark?" He squints. "And you're blue..?"

"Teal," she corrects him, leaving the controls and returning to her brother. "It's teal..."

"Who was it?" Leo looks at the back of her cloak and grins. "Poseidon! He's officially adopted you too?"

"I already have a dad," Ara laughs, taking off the hat and tossing it to him as she reaches her brother. "But I bet I'll find his blessing most useful."

She looks down at Percy and offers her hand, which he grabs immediately. They look at each other when he's on his feet and share a silly smile. At least now she can confirm quests will never be boring.

"How's that for a flashy trap, huh?" Percy taunts her.

Ara laughs, both their soul-lights are vivid. "Too easy when it's you and me."

Percy high-fives her, then hugs her and ruffles her damp hair.

The group gathers on deck so everyone can hear their story. Percy and Frank do most of the talking during the first half (she wasn't paying attention then), and Ara and Percy narrate the rest with notes from Hedge.

"That's terrible!" Annabeth makes a face when Percy tells them about the sedated creatures. "We need to help them."

"We will, in time. But I have to figure out how. I wish..." he sighs. "Never mind. First, we have to deal with this bounty on our heads."

"This isn't your first time being a wanted demigod," Ara muses. "What's there to talk about?"

"I'm surprised this is your first," he raises a brow. "With the talent you have for exploding monster property..."

"It's always a team effort," she winks.

Annabeth shakes her head. "A bounty on our heads... as if we didn't attract enough monsters already."

"Do we get WANTED posters?" Leo's wearing the hat Ara brought him, which makes him look even crazier than usual. "And do they have our bounties, like, broken down on a price list?"

"What are you talking about?" Hazel scowls.

"Just curious how much I'm going for these days. I mean, I can understand not being as pricey as Percy or Jason, maybe... but am I worth, like, two Franks, or three Franks?"

"Hey!"

"Knock it off," Annabeth scolds him. "At least we know our next step is to go to Charleston, to find this map."

"A map," Piper leans against the control board. "But a map to what?"

"The Mark of Athena." Percy glances at Annabeth. "Whatever that is, we know it leads to something important in Rome, something that might heal the rift between the Romans and Greeks."

"The giants' bane," Hazel says.

"And in my dream, the twin giants said something about a statue."

"Um..." Frank glowers at the Chinese handcuffs he got at Phorcys's gift shop. "According to Phorcys, we'd have to be insane to try to find it. But what is it?"

"I—I'm close to an answer," Annabeth's ears turn pink. "I'll know more if we find this map. Jason, the way you reacted to the name Charleston... have you been there before?"

"Yeah," he takes a furtive glimpse at Piper. "Reyna and I did a quest there about a year ago. We were salvaging Imperial gold weapons from the C.S.S. Hunley."

"The what?"

"Whoa!" Leo exclaims. "That's the first successful military submarine. From the Civil War. I always wanted to see that."

"It was designed by Roman demigods," Jason explains. "It held a secret stash of Imperial gold torpedoes—until we rescued them and brought them back to Camp Jupiter."

"So the Romans fought on the Confederate side?" Hazel frowns. "As a girl whose grandmother was a slave, can I just say... not cool?"

"Hazel, there's no need to get violent!" Ara teases her. "Romans being racist is a surprise? Just take a look at Octavian—"

"Easy with the hate speech," Jason interrupts her. "I personally was not alive then. And it wasn't all Greeks on one side and all Romans on the other. But, yes. Not cool. Sometimes demigods make bad choices... Like sometimes we're too suspicious. And we speak without thinking." 

Jason elbows Leo so he joins in. "Ow! I mean, yeah... bad choices. Like not trusting people's brothers, who, you know, might need saving. Hypothetically speaking."

Hazel isn't entirely happy with the apology, but she takes it. "Fine. Back to Charleston. Are you saying we should check that submarine again?"

"Well... I can think of two places in Charleston we might search. The museum where they keep the Hunley—that's one of them. It has a lot of relics from the Civil War. A map could be hidden in one. I know the layout. I could lead a team inside."

"I'll go," Leo shrugs. "That sounds cool."

Jason turns to Frank. "You should come too, Frank. We might need you."

Frank's so surprised he stops fighting the Chinese handcuffs. "Why? Not like I was much good at that aquarium."

"You did fine," Percy eases him. "It took all four of us to break that glass."

"I'm not so sure," Frank eyes the Jackson siblings standing side by side. "You two were like a force of nature."

"You should see us when we're angry," Ara jokes. Percy hugs her sideways and squeezes her lightly. "But my brother's right, go and have a bonding experience with those two, I promise you'll like them."

Leo scoffs and Piper elbows him.

"Besides, you're a child of Mars," Jason points out to distract Frank. "The ghosts of defeated causes are bound to serve you. And the museum in Charleston has plenty of Confederate ghosts. We'll need you to keep them in line."

"Okay," Frank sighs. "Sure. Uh, how do you—?" He lifts his fingers, still trapped in the small toy.

Leo grins. "Man, you've never seen those before? There's a simple trick to getting out."

"You have to press on them," Ara explains vaguely.

Everyone stays quiet and watches Frank struggle. After a moment, he grows tired and turns into a green iguana.

"Well done, Frank Zhang," Leo says in an almost perfect impression of Chiron. "That is exactly how people beat Chinese handcuffs. They turn into iguanas."

While the group laughs, Ara picks up the Chinese handcuffs and returns them to Frank. She's not sure whether she likes him or not, he's hostile towards Leo, but insecure and struggles with social interactions. He reminds her of Mike a little bit, he's an archer just like he was.

"That looked sorta cool," she whispers with an amicable smile.

Frank smiles back, though it's brief and awkward. "Anyway," he speaks out loud, "the museum is one place to search. But, uh, Jason, you said there were two?"

Jason's expression changes from amused to concerned. "Yeah. The other place is called the Battery—it's a park right by the harbor. The last time I was there... with Reyna... We saw something in the park. A ghost or some sort of spirit, like a Southern belle from the Civil War, glowing and floating along. We tried to approach it, but it disappeared whenever we got close. Then Reyna had this feeling—she said she should try it alone. Like maybe it would only talk to a girl. She went up to the spirit by herself, and sure enough, it spoke to her."

"What did it say?" Annabeth asks.

"Reyna wouldn't tell me. But it must have been important. She seemed... shaken up. Maybe she got a prophecy or some bad news. Reyna never acted the same around me after that."

"That sounds promising," Ara makes a face.

"A girls' adventure, then," Annabeth looks around. "Piper and Hazel can come with us, Ara." 

She turns to her friend. "Say what?"

"You got Poseidon's blessing," Annabeth explains. "If the spirit is close to the harbor, it might be useful to take someone who has some kind of power over water."

Ara sighs. "Could've given me a cake to celebrate, but I guess this works."

"Cheer up, Birdy," Percy pats her shoulder. "You'll have fun."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm not complaining. Who's complaining? Not me."

"So that's settled." Annabeth fixes her posture. "Leo, how long until we reach Charleston?"

"Good question," he mumbles, leaning closer to the intercom. "Festus just detected a large group of eagles behind us—long-range radar, still not in sight."

"Are you sure they're Roman?" Piper leans closer.

"No, Pipes. It could be a random group of giant eagles flying in perfect formation. Of course they're Roman! I suppose we could turn the ship around and fight—"

"Which would be a very bad idea," Jason cuts in, "and remove any doubt that we're enemies of Rome."

"Or I've got another idea," Leo continues. "If we went straight to Charleston, we could be there in a few hours. But the eagles would overtake us, and things would get complicated. Instead, we could send out a decoy to trick the eagles. We take the ship on a detour, go the long way to Charleston, and get there tomorrow morning—" Leo stops Hazel before she can argue. "I know, I know. Nico's in trouble and we have to hurry." 

"It's June twenty-seventh," Hazel presses. "After today, four more days. Then he dies."

"I know! But this might throw the Romans off our trail. We still should have enough time to reach Rome."

"When you say should have enough..."

"How do you feel about barely enough?"

Hazel runs both hands over her face and groans. "Sounds about typical for us."

"Well, we have a deadline expert with us," Piper smirks, locking eyes with her sister. "We'll be fine."

"It'll be fine," Ara assures Hazel. "Nico won't get to say he died on my watch."

Hazel eyes her with concern. "If that motivates you..." 

"Okay, Leo," Annabeth says. "What kind of decoy are we talking about?"

"I'm so glad you asked!" He pressed many—perhaps too many—buttons around the control board. "Buford? Report for duty, please." 

Frank steps back. "There's somebody else on the ship? Who is Buford?"

"Our bundle of joy!" Leo seizes Ara's hand and pulls her away from Percy. "He's the reason we got together."

"Your what?" Percy asks with confusion.

The table climbs on deck whistling and dragging a bag behind it. 

"This is Buford," Leo grins.

"You name your furniture?" Frank raises a brow.

"Man, you just wish you had furniture this cool," the boy scoffs. "Buford, are you ready for Operation End Table?" 

Buford gets closer to the railing, his top splitting into wooden blades that quickly lift him up and away from the ship.

"A helicopter table," Percy whistles. "Gotta admit, that's cool. What's in the bag?"

"Dirty demigod laundry," the boy smirks. "I hope you don't mind, Frank."

"What?"

"It'll throw the eagles off our scent."

"Those were my only extra pants!"

"I asked Buford to get them laundered and folded while he's out. Hopefully he will." He moves and hugs Ara from behind, leaning his chin on her shoulder. Ara's empath touch senses his irritation. "Well! I call that a good day's work. We'll calculate our detour route now. See you all at dinner!"

As the demigods scatter, Ara turns to face him. "What was that?"

Leo shrugs. "You go on one quest with Frank and now you're buddies?"

"Dude. We have to be a team, otherwise we're doomed. You should be nicer."

Leo brushes it aside. "Yeah, alright. If he stays out of my business, I will."

Ara raises her brows. "Your business being..?"

Leo senses he's on thin ice but it's too late to fix it. "I didn't mean—"

"I bet you didn't," she replies a bit harshly. It reminds Leo of the day they met, which is never a good sign. "Next time why don't you try harder and stop those thoughts before they leave your mouth?" 

He gets a sting of annoyance at her tone. "Yes. I'm sorry, General," he mutters, fidgeting with a random nail he pulled out from his tool belt.

Ara sniffs her clothes, gawking at the smell of fish. "Gods, I need a shower..."

"Yeah, you stink." Leo eyes her carefully, a tentative smile on his face. He wants to make her laugh, perhaps in the same way she did a few minutes ago while talking to Percy, he'd never seen her smile like that. "Thank you for the shark hat."

He plants a brief kiss on her lips—doesn't even complain about the fish smell—and Ara playfully pushes his shark-shaped hat over his eyes. 

"See you later, Admiral."

She goes to get a fresh set of clothes and finds a purple octopi plushie on her bed... a backpack plushie. There's a sticky note on it with Percy's handwriting:

'Purple is your color :)'

She grabs the plushie and hugs it tight. The octopi's head lights up in pink and blue, and Ara laughs in childish delight.

"Have any of you seen Percy and Annabeth?"

Clarisse's eyes shine with evil intent. "I think they're in the pavilion."

"I wonder if she's giving him a birthday present!"

Everyone around me giggles. I look at their mischievous faces and know they're all thinking what I'm thinking. I sigh dramatically. "We should check on them, just to be sure they're alright."

Percy and Annabeth have their backs turned when we get to them, so it isn't hard for us to eavesdrop. When they kiss, their scarlet light hurts my eyes a little.

"Well, it's about time!" Clarisse shouts, rushing into the scene.

Everyone follows Clarisse except me, I stay at the entrance smiling, my arms crossed over my chest as I watch. 

"Oh, come on!" Percy blushes so hard that he's the human version of Rudolph's nose. "Is there no privacy?" He raises his voice. "General, control your campers!"

I shrug. "You're the one who's agitating them."

"What!"

Listen, we're all friends here, but that doesn't mean we won't take the opportunity to humble the strongest demigods in camp. "If only you'd pulled your head out of your ass sooner, my campers wouldn't be making such a fuss," I look at Clarisse. "We don't have all night, you know? Get to it!"

"The lovebirds need to cool off!" She laughs, and the campers hoist Annabeth and Percy up in the air at her command. I follow them closely.

"To the canoe lake!" Connor Stoll shouts.

"You'll be next, Connor," I whisper beside him. He blushes and glows silver. "Off to the lake, everyone!"

"You heard the General!" Lily shouts. She fits the role of my second in command perfectly.

We throw my brother and Annabeth into the lake unceremoniously, they glow red the whole way down. Chucking the son of Poseidon into a lake is the opposite of embarrassing him, but of course, I knew that already. I might be the Strategus, but Percy's still my favorite brother.

"Happy birthday, Nemo," I say quietly, walking back to the Big House.

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Summary: On a world of so many villains and heroes, its hard to pay attention on what everyone is doing. There are many goods and many evils that are overshadowed.

One of these evils is a corrupt organization called the Green Light Lab. The press knows little to nothing about them, and they take advantage of that. Besides having the most advanced technology on the whole world, all their experiments are cruel and immoral.

Kids that were genetically modified to grow animal parts, others who had their body parts replaced by machines. 

They decided to take their nefarious plan a step further, and now, they are after the gems of virtues! Powerful artifacts that can grant many powers.

Unfortunately for them, a group made of 5 heroes (well, technically 3, because the other 2 only join officially on season 2, but they help from time to time, and I love them!).

The team is formed by Harry (A Rebel Traumatized Scientist), Zak (A Traumatized Demigod Jock, that deep down has a heart of gold), Amber (A half-fairy and half-human princess, that has a lot of inspirations on Disney movies), and our beloved Charlie and Kitty Nex (half-cosmic entities with the powers of controlling time and space).

Will they be able of defeating the lab? Will Harry’s secrets break them apart? Will the Justice League allow them to handle this situation on their own?

Follow their journeys, see them develop bonds, fight against evil, and heal from past traumas.

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Ladies and Gentlemen, the cover of Season 1 is here.

As said earlier, this is a DC project, but also involves characters from Clarence and some other smaller cameos.

I am not exactly satisfied, and will probably redo it someday, but, for now, I think it will suffice.

The story will be published weekly, but not in complete chapters. The chapters would have the length of a cartoon episode. So, to help you all read, I will divide the chapters in 5 to 6 parts and publish them.

My schedule:

New Art: Monday, Wednesday, Friday.

Chapters: Every Monday (For now).

DC reblogs to help me understand more of the lore (or just because it gives me ideas, lol): All days.

Miscellaneous (Chapter Lists, Headcanons, and such): No specific date.

Asks are always open.

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Chapter List

Season 1

Season 1

Chapter 1: The Green Light Lab.

Chapter 2: The Scape.

Chapter 3: The Thunder.

Chapter 4: The Fairy Princess.

Chapter 5: Back at Aberdale.

Chapter 6: The Nexus Twins.

Chapter 7: Regular Day.

Chapter 8: Library of Laments.

Chapter 9: Aquattack.

Chapter 10: Swan Desert.

Chapter 11: Monstruous Exhibition.

Chapter 12: One's Hope Is Another's Injustice.

Chapter 13: What was Missing?

Chapter 14: Full Disclosure.

Chapter 15: Everything Happening at Once.

Chapter 16: A Hopeful Future.

Chapter 17: 1 Step Forward.

Chapter 18: 3 Steps Back. 

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Characters:

Harry Wayne Indigo

Zak Miller

Amber Charm

Charlie Nex

Kitty Nex

Soundblast

Chimera

Lime

Teal

Moss

Pine

Chelsea, Breenh and Percy

Bianca Silver/Tulpa

Daffodil

Impact

Salamagma

Rust Controller

Queen Outunna

Mayor Finn

Felicia Garcia

Juan Garcia

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EXCERPT FROM THE LOVER WITH FIVE NAMES: Arthur's first appearance

There are three POV characters in this book, and you all have yet to meet the third! Here is your sneak peek of my beloved and loyal soldier, Captain Arthur di Mars!

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Captain Arthur di Mars watches two horses circle each other, directed by their masters a few feet away. The crowd around him stares breathlessly at the scene. Which horse will triumph? Arthur’s horse is one of the two; a brown beauty plated in gold and teal armor. The silver blanket strung across his back shines in the sunlight. The opponent is a small dapple gray, adorned in red and brown. The masters with their potions and swords shout encouragement into the pen, but all the horses do is stare each other down. They’re evenly matched, hesitant to fight despite the might backing each of them up. The other defeated horses hang back with their masters, watching silently. “Ah, gods damn it. This is never going to end if we just sit here and keep throwing shit at the wall. Fine, you fucker, you win.” General Lasilas Catiana throws down his losing dapple gray horse card, anger crossing his face for the first time today. It’s gone in moments, replaced by mirth in the depths of his blue eyes. Arthur’s brown horse card sits face up on the table, the winning master card beside it. Lasilas tosses the figurine trophy to Arthur, signaling the official end of the game.

this book is out in 6 days if you're interested in learning more about arthur and lasilas! you can get it wherever you like here!

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