Jul 13, 2025
Garden Nap
A self-portrait
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Garden Nap
A self-portrait
atp there are so many series to get through that I don't think I will ever get my hopes up for an mcga adaptation (which is fine honestly bc the books were perfection anyways) but I would love a lil nod to it in the percy series where they call riptide "she" and theorize about talking weapons like that would be enough for me
he's a fan
Poseidon x Male Baal Reader
'In which our beloved shogun gets married to Poseidon.'(Way before Ragnarok)
Headcanons:
• This was all Zeus's idea cuz he didn't want his big brother lonely (bro was getting desperate at this point after so many failures.)
• Bro legit ordered Brunhilde to summon someone from another world and that's where you come in.
• You our dear shogun were just drinking and eating dango with Yae til all of sudden you are covered in light.
• When you opened your eyes to look round only to stop and see an old looking as man along with black (or dark blue) haired woman.
• "This isn't Inazuma."were the first words you had spoken,making Zeus laugh while Burnhilde grinned as she saw you as a tool to save humanity from extinction.
• Mindful of your confusion,Zeus decided to tell you why you were summoned here and boy you were pissed.
• Like all you wanted was your dango but now you're going to have to marry the sea god because Zeus said that he was lonely🧍♂️.
(If you (don't) like the headcanons then thats fine because I can change it if you want lol. :D)
Which do you say on accident?
Reeve is reeving
Leave is leaving
Depends on the instance
I’m too embarrassed/distraught/ayidhdheb to talk about this out loud
RAVEN-001
She crept down the sterile gray passages, listening for anyone inside the unethical facility. No sound passed through the metal walls, no activity evident in the constantly sanitized halls, no scientists or doctors running about, performing tests on the new subjects, compounds, or elements.
Silence.
There was one person here she was looking for, though calling him fully human was inaccurate as his body was mostly cybernetically enhanced. They worked together on many field missions, mostly communicating electronically through her earpiece or through sign language as his jaw was wired shut. Though he had a way of speaking aloud through faux vocalcords and enhanced speakers in his throat, his cybernetic voice was much louder and had a static undertone to it, giving away their position during an infiltration mission.
She stopped and ducked left, hiding behind a sterilizing table as a soldier sauntered past her, leaving behind a trail of menacing aura. She waited.
The soldier meandered past her lazily and she slipped behind them, walking briskly towards the cell that held her field partner, mentor, and friend. The organization only saw him as an experiment, seeing how far they could modify the human body before it broke. He was more than that, he was a skilled soldier, a brilliant strategist, the one who pushed for someone to monitor her MICROSYSTEM, the new system used to regulate the bodies and minds of soldiers, when it began failing. He was her family, her surrogate brother.
Her thoughts shifted as a familiar door came into view, the words RAVEN-001 printed on the wall in front of the cell he was in. She brought out a stolen entry card, swiped it in the key slot, and typed in the unfamiliar code with her prosthetic hand. The metal of the hand clicked with the metal buttons of the pin pad.
17095.
The door slid open, and she stepped in; seeing a familiar head connected to a dialysis machine, the machine plugged into his arms and back, filtering the artificial blood through his body. Her brow furrowed as she wandered toward him, regret slithered through her like a snake when his dull cloudy gaze shifted to her.
“Nikolai,” she muttered, gathering the artificial limbs, preparing to put him together.
*listens to Depeche Mode face down on the floor*
*listens to Deftones face down on the floor*
*listens to Depeche Mode face down on the floor*
*listens to Deftones face down on the floor*