fire meet gasoline

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ofhollowcdheart‌:

a brief smile painted across his face. “a pro. that sounds nice.” it did, being able to be good at something more then being a plant. he felt a tug in his chest at the woman’s proclamation. “i– i don’t know how to thank you.” he was starving. “not… not long.” he admitted, a bit hesitantly. “i don’t know the exact amount of time.” he wasn’t quite sure how to tell it yet. everything was so utterly different form his memory. 

zeus smiled with the other’s smile. he’d have to talk to hades about this. had they even stored minthe away when they sealed everyone away? there were specific beings who should’ve gone but it seemed not so specific ones were returning with the release of powers and the prison they were stored in breaking. “don’t worry about it dude.” if it’s at least one thing he could do right now he’d do it. besides, hades might light him on fire if he didn’t. sure he could hide behind that excuse to be nice. “i forgot that time is different now than it was when you were around. we still use sundials but we call them clocks now. they tell each hour even down to the exact second in time.” there were far more differences for the other to have to deal with. why had hades let him suffer alone? they had been friends correct? at least until persephone turned him into a mint plant. “we have cars, trains, planes, buildings that multiple people can live in and not be related to each other while doing so. we have cellphones though they haven’t been working very well.”

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chris-hxlliwell‌:

Perhaps it did, not that the middle Halliwell would ever admit it, Chris had a habit of keeping his cards close to his chest even at the best of times. Instead he merely offered a shrug as his gaze met the others once more. “What does that make you, some kind of psychic?” He queried, somewhat curious as to what had spurned such a comment. “If I had my way I wouldn’t be trapped in this City of all places — but beggars can’t be choosers.”

his lips curled into an almost soft smile. for a moment there’s warmth hiding behind his fake features. “i don’t have to be psychic to guess that.” maybe in some way or another zeus knew what it was like himself, to have something hurt to admit. his behavior, this man in front of him, seemed almost protective yet so distant at the same time. like only half of himself was here and the other half was... somewhere else. “you and i both, dude. i’d rather be home but here i am.” yes it was mostly zeus’ fault but in his mind he had a very good reason for being here. not like that was going the way he planned though. “do you normally patrol park benches?”

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earnyccrstripes‌:

  “ absolutely. ”  the agreement is easy, stiff under the watch of the weapon. recognising a woman’s voice, but not much else. ( still, it was clear. this was a dead end. his brother wasn’t here. ) “ i meant it when i said no trouble. i’ll walk clean outta here right now. ” not even risking an inhale, despite the fact his chest feels pressed. as though being stepped on by an elephant. breathing shallow as his jaw tenses and relaxes. “ and i won’t tell a soul. ” repressing the desire to flinch, provoked by the situation. his persistence and his anxiety did go head to head. his words careful, deliberate. “ swear it. ”

the kid was tense and zeus couldn’t blame him. “come on starvos, he’s cool. he won’t tell anyone you threatened a child for wandering into your shitty hut.” it’s almost sarcasm but that was zeus for you. either protective or willing to throw you to the wolves. “i’ll smite you so help me if you don’t let this boy go.” did he have parents waiting for him at home? zeus didn’t know what it was like to have a father who gave a damn all that much. no, he’d only swallow you whole quite literally. rhea however taught him something no father can teach a child. the man with the gun was just a man but a man zeus knew pretty well. he knew guns wouldn’t work on a god. he’d need something stronger to even come close to taking zeus on. “cool? yeah. back the hell up.” starvos looked like he wanted to object but finally gave in. the gun lowered and he backed away. zeus turned to the kid. “i’ll walk you out.”

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earnyccrstripes‌:

  “ i don’t mean any trouble. ” hands up, shoulders hunched. he’d been warned about this as a child - his obsessive behaviour. his persistence, bordering on what others would call paranoid delusions, on his views.  “ i was just passing through. ” voice steady and even.  “ wasn’t meanin’ to interrupt your - whatever you’re doing. ”  throat bobbing as he swallows, heavy under the instrument. “ so if you could please let me go, i’ll be right outta your hair. ” he was raised better than this, the snooping where he knows he shouldn’t be. ( but it’s not his morality driving him, it’s the thought of finding his brother. ) 

zeus had shamefully sent kids to war for less. maybe he had been bored, maybe there hadn’t been wars in a good hot minute, maybe there was an actual reason for it... but he had done it none the less. this kid had been walking along and maybe snooping but who could prove that? zeus didn’t care all that much about why he was around just that if the woman shot him, it would be another death and right now that isn’t what he wanted. his feet moved slowly between the two so he was standing in the middle of them. “he’s just a kid.” don’t tell anyone but maybe zeus had grown a conscience or maybe he was just bored again, meddling in the affairs of mortals. “he’s gonna go home and crawl in his bed and forget about this, right kid?” while his head didn’t look at the boy zeus had spoken over his shoulder to get an answer.

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ofhollowcdheart‌:

“slang…” he knew what slang was, at the very least. of course it had changed over the decades, centuries… he’d try to start keeping up with it. or maybe not. who knew how long he had left in this world. “sandwiches– yes” he hadn’t an idea what cheetos were, but maybe they were good? hopefully they were good. “i’d– i’d be so thankful for that.” he admitted, a flush to his cheeks feeling embarrassment slide through. asking a total stranger for such help, for food. 

zeus felt his lips curl into a little smile. “stick with me and you’ll be a pro in no time.” maybe he had taken this order to blend in a little too seriously. learning slang, walking with the mortals, living among them rather in a heaven... “you look hungry and if there’s one thing i won’t do, it’s letting someone starve.” not when the partial reason for starving was because people were drawn here against their will. some came with children, family, nothing at all. no food, no money, a lack of a way to get much in this city at the moment. “how long have you been back, minthe?” call him curious or plain nosy but there were visual clues that it hadn’t been long.

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Demeter: What's a five letter word for disappointment?

Hades: Hades.

Demeter: Hades... no...

Zeus: Well it IS five letters...

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First Sentence Writing Prompts

Send me characters/pairings (and setting or anything else you want to see) and the number to one of the following first lines:

“I know you’re afraid but we can’t hide in this closet forever.”

“Nope, I absolutely refuse to touch that.”

“How exactly did you manage to get stuck in there?”

“Why is it suddenly purple?”

“Pass me the sledgehammer.”

“Explain it to me again - why do we need to pretend to be married?”

“In my defense, I thought this would go a lot more smoothly.”

“I don’t know how you get yourself into these situations.”

“Careful, don’t drop – “

“And that’s how I ended up standing naked on the Brooklyn Bridge on Christmas Eve.”

“It’s sticky.”

“You need to stop.”

“Well that’s the single most impressive thing I’ve ever seen someone do.”

“What’s with the pigtails?”

“How have you made it this long without someone throwing you out an airlock or something?”

“Ow, what was that for?”

“Ugh, why did I eat that?”

“In my defense, it seemed like a brilliant idea at the time.”

“Run!”

“Come on, give me one good reason not to jump in the lake.”

“We’re going to be late if we don’t leave like 5 minutes ago.”

“What do you mean by leaving?”

“I’m trying very hard not to see all this as a metaphor for my life.”

“Please tell me you know how to defuse a bomb.”

“Where have you been, I was ready to call the police!”

“No, the house is definitely not haunted, why do you ask?”

“Get over here now and bring a tarp.”

“I don’t care that it’s 2:00 am, we need pie.”

“I’ve got everything under control.”

“At this point, what else could possibly go wrong?”

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archaicxbrute‌:

If only he cared enough to put any sort of effort into knowing who he was going to be annoying…except he was him and honestly since he’d tried dying a few times since coming back and all had ended with him right back in the land of the living, he found himself with little care of what threat others possessed. “And now i’m hurt…-not my fault you’re not a conversationalist.” Jeez what the hell was up with her or them?…for some reason Silas was getting a wacky feeling from them. But BINGO! His daily router that needed filling up with the entertainment that was annoying other beings…well it was now filled almost to the brim. 

his eyes narrowed and zeus huffed. “no not your fault but definitely your fault you’re an annoying little shit. what happened, daddy issues leave you needing attention any way you can get it?” god he was itching for a fight now. the other irritated him. his face, his voice, his everything.

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ofhollowcdheart‌:

he wondered what use the past was. the past was set in stone, more times then not, literally stone. there was little that could be done to change it. he had been stuck in the fortitude that he’d remain stuck eternally has a plant, yet here he was… so perhaps the past wasn’t so set in stone after all. “C-chill?” he repeated, looking around briefly to see if anyone else felt the supposed drop to chilly she referenced. at the mention of being hungry, food, he felt a water like feeling in his mouth. not drool (thank god) but a salivating feeling. “y-yeah.” he admitted. “i am.” hewa stsarved, in practically every way. of sunlight, of people, of food, all of it. starved.

it was such a good lie. even if zeus saw the other questioning it, he hadn’t questioned it out loud. was it important enough? most would always say no. “chill. cool, relaxed, all good. it’s slang.” zeus explained and for a moment felt as if he were dealing with a lost little duck. a good example considering the guy had been a plant for so long. it seemed normal for him to be confused. “i got some cheetos but i know of a place that makes the best sandwiches. they’re called gyros.”

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chris-hxlliwell‌:

Chris very nearly let the chuckle that built in his throat surpass his lips, strangely enough the woman made a good point. Even if he would always be a firm believer that males should be the protectors of the fairer species, he wasn’t stupid enough to voice such an opinion; not around that of the strong Halliwell women let alone a stranger. “You’re not wrong.” He answered, gaze shifting to the other as he spoke. “I suppose I’m just a little old fashioned.”

it wasn’t 2019, it was 2030 but he liked making a point as it was evident by the way the other told him he wasn’t wrong. obviously not. even if it were simply to avoid an argument or asskicking zeus did happen to enjoy to lack of one for the time being. “that hurt to admit didn’t it?” his voice seemed as if he were flirting with the other but zeus was purely biding his time. “seems like you’ve got an old soul in there somewhere. how’s it fairing in this place?”

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xvalkyric‌:

       Tatia pursed her lips as she ruined yet another set of clothes. Blood on it from the ones who thought she was katherine.  “At this point–I’ll be running about naked.” She muttered mostly to herself started to clean up the bodies. Leaving the heavy one for last as she put the blood soaked cloths in the trash. 

“as much as i’d enjoy that,” sometimes it was easy to forget that he was pretending to be a woman and his voice didn’t sound like his own, “the last thing we need is someone walking down the street naked.” zeus pointed out as if the obvious freak show wasn’t enough. “you could steal them.” clothes he meant. what else would he mean? “or get the stains out yourself.”

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archaicxbrute‌:

As always the world offered nothing but dull entertainment that Silas wasn’t about to endure if it was the last thing he could do, instead he prefered the idea of annoying every other person in this miserable little city and if that didn’t work out maybe trying to die a few more times would be the true entertainment he needed. 

“I’ve been sat here for the last hour and i’m starting to think the world needs another Dr Phil…Dr Silas…-I’d have the cool theme music too and all of your boring troubles would just melt away.” Or in most cases he’d get frustrated and would turn to liquifying the insides of the stupidest person but either way it offered Silas a way out of his boredom.

careful whom you choose your battles with. if only some would understand that. “i think,” zeus spoke though his annoyance sounded vaguely like flirtation, “you talk far too much.” all he had wanted was a drink but instead he was forced to listen to the jack ass a few stools over talk and talk and talk and talk, and zeus wanted to strangle the life out of him.

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ofhollowcdheart‌:

“an oracle.” he repeated, knowing the term all too well. there was always gossip about oracles in the past, so long ago, to know they were still around was quite the revelation. “that’s…” was amazing too much of a term? amazing to know that not all species had died out (it was clear naiads had. he didn’t feel any of his brotherin anywhere at all. he was alone.) “zee.” despite the status of a species of old, the name sounded relatively young and new age. at least to minthe. “it’s nice to make your acquaintance zee. i am minthe.” though, perhaps she knew that. being an oracle and all. 

he nodded even though it was a lie. nothing gave it away. nothing could confirm or deny such a thing either. “more or less. i see the past more than the future.” why would that even be useful? it would be useful for anyone who wished to destroy the gods. to see where they’ve hid their weapons, to know they’ve had children story books haven’t written of yet, the endless possibilities that came with knowing what could be true or not... “that’s chill. i like meeting new people.” of course if zeus had to adapt to modern day life he’d sound like a frat house when he spoke. modern day life, what would he do without it? “you hungry minthe?”

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heartofcare‌:

Caroline’s eyes narrowed, “I don’t care if you have a headache…all I care is that these get finished for the new nursery they’re building for the little witches. So either help me out or you can leave.” It was when she was cranky that the old Caroline reared her head. “Yeah, it’s a bear…that one needs a dragon if you’re any good at painting fire?”

considering he was actually trying to be nice and decline her not so invitation zeus simply stared at her. if she wanted to do bitchy he could do bitchy. who had it worse? zeus or hera? that argument would never be won. “i’m plenty good with fire but i don’t particularly do bitchy so good luck. maybe the next passerby can help you out.”

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ofhollowcdheart‌:

the directness and boldness took the young naiad by surprise. briefly he wondered if there was something on him that made him so transparent and easy to deduce. “y-yeah… that’d be me.” okay? oh, that was a foreign word to minthe. even considering for a moment that he could possibly be okay felt outlandish. a shaky breath escaped him. “i… not really.” no, she hadn’t even ask if he was okay, just knew he wasn’t, she was a very smart woman, he’d guess. “how… did you know about me?” he found himself asking, worry that she’d not be the only one to know so clearly.

zeus noticed how skittish he was. poor guy, he didn’t blame him. being a plant for the last couple thousand years must’ve really fucked with his head. “i am what you could call an oracle these days.” a lie of course but how else could he justify such knowledge? not that he could admit he was a god and risk being found once more, thrust into a different kind of spotlight than he wanted or needed. how could he preach keeping a low profile to hades and poseidon if he would simply blast himself all over the city. “a psychic if you will. my name is zee.”

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2x08 // 2x11

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ofhollowcdheart‌:

“Oh I’m sorry I just–” No, they didn’t care about his problems. Who cared about a stranger’s problems? He did, back then, and everything ended with him turning into a plant. What excuse was getting used to actually breathing anyway? He’d been in the way and— he’d been in the way. Nothing more to it. “Sorry.”

zeus was not stupid. it might’ve been centuries but he remembered the faces of everyone he damned to a prison more or less because the world had been threatened by their existence. this being, however, was not one of them but he remembered their face from one of his trips to the underworld to visit his brother. “haven’t you been a plant for the last few centuries?” zeus wondered with such bluntness he didn’t care if it would pain the other. maybe that was his problem. zeus did the things others could not. “i can’t blame you if you aren’t okay.”