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selene-kaito · 1 month
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I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known [A Dark Artifices Fanfic]
(Don’t know where it goes, but it’s only me, and I walk alone.) When she learned her brother’s secrets, Livvy made herself a promise; she wasn’t going to let Julian do everything on his own anymore. Or that LoS AU where no one dies, but things are still messed up anyway.
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selene-kaito · 3 months
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I want to write a fic so bad fixing up that lil whatever it was in Ember’s POV because by god I am a die hard Nessian Stan and I just can’t with this shit anymore.
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selene-kaito · 3 months
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"Lavender really likes you, Ron. Can't you patch things up with her? She has been crying since the day you two broke up"
"I am sorry, Parvati. I know I treated your friend horribly. She deserves better than me"
"it's about Hermione Granger. Isn't it? You fancy her"
"bye, Parvati"
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selene-kaito · 5 months
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selene-kaito · 6 months
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The Telugu girl urge to say "Vankaya pulsu" when someone says "What is this?"
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selene-kaito · 6 months
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spoilers for any blood and ash book (including a fire in the flesh)
ok so i might be like insanely off but we’re like 95% sure that Poppy is Sortoria. I mean Sortoria means my pretty poppy , and that was the same song that was sung to her before.
ok so is there any chance that Casteel can be Attes? Because there’s like a different god of war and accord in their time but what if he didn’t die. we know he knew sortoria so instead what if he chose to be reborn in order to be with her. also both of their horses were names setti
so maybe, idk i’m just rambling
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selene-kaito · 6 months
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there is no way the last sex scene between ben and devi was that sensual, do yall even UNDERSTAND the absolute NUMBER of safety pins on a saree????
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selene-kaito · 7 months
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How Long Has It Been?
Call didn’t know how long he had been in prison.
Sometimes it felt like he had just seen Aaron’s dead body.
And sometimes he couldn’t remember what shade of green Aaron’s eyes were.
Sometimes he felt Tamara’s laughter next to him.
And sometimes he couldn’t remember what Tamara or Jasper’s voices sounded like.
“How long has it been?” Call asked out loud.
How long had it been since he saw his best friends?
How long had it been since he went to school?
How long had it been since he was home?
He shifted slightly and managed to catch a glimpse of an ant across the room.
Call didn’t know why he did it, but he knew that someone had to hear the story.
“Once upon a time, there was a boy and his two best friends.” Call looked to the ceiling as he told the ant of the adventures he had been on.
He told the ant how the boy had been accepted into a magical school and how he made two best friends. Call told the ant how they managed to defeat Master Joseph and Drew.
He talked about the copper gauntlet and how the group realized that Constantine Madden was among them.
Call revealed the mysteries and killings of their Bronze year before finishing the story with the betrayal of Alex Strike.
“And then the boy died.” He brought the story to an end with a muffled sob. “His name was Aaron. Aaron Stewart.” This wasn't his story.
It was Aaron’s story.
Aaron with a heart of gold.
Aaron who never doubted Call.
Aaron who was dead.
FOUR MONTHS AGO
“Come on Call you need to wake up.” Aaron’s unreasonable cheerful voice floated through the room. Call just hauled out the pillow from under him and thrust it over his ears.
“Wake Tamara first.” Call grumbled tiredly. Over the last two years, Tamara and Call had learned that Aaron was the perfect alarm clock. Aaron woke up with the sun and he was the perfect tool to use to wake up the late risers.
Namely Call and Tamara.
“I already woke her up Call,” Aaron said patiently.
Call had planned to flop back in bed and hoped that Aaron would leave him alone.
He didn’t expect Aaron to dump a bucket of water on him. ***
Call hadn’t expected that.
He had been so angry at Aaron for doing that.
Now he would do anything to joke around with his friend.
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selene-kaito · 7 months
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here we are again
so I'm back from the dead in order to write another magisterium fic, so if anyone is still here enjoy
Call knew what a bad day felt like. He knew the pain that would erupt in his leg the second he left his bed and he knew what the burn in his ankles meant. Call wasn’t unaware that he could just sleep the day away. Master Rufus would surely excuse him, understanding that getting up every morning wasn’t as simple for Call as it was for anyone else.
But that meant admitting that something was wrong. In his lifetime so many things had been held away from him due to his leg. Football, jumping, field trips to parks, recess. He wouldn’t let his leg take this away from him as well. Then he remembered the first time we used air to support his leg to walk. That had been heaven…
I can do this, Call thought as he heaved himself from his bed and held on to the dresser to prevent him from collapsing. He only managed one shaking step before pain shot through his leg and he crumbled to the ground, gasping in pain. But Call had been through worse, he had walked after surgeries, after doctors gently told him to never imagine a life of running and jumping. He had still walked. He could do this.
Call pulled himself up and immediately used air magic to support his leg, the pain still burnt through his calves, but Call showered and got ready at record speed. One glance in the mirror told Call that there was no chance in hell that he would be able to hide his pain from anyone today. Aaron and Tamara were normally the only ones who could recognize when Call was in pain, but today even a stranger could probably see the pain displayed on his face. His lips were pursed tightly, his eyes were red, and Call couldn’t stop himself from clenching his teeth and his fists. But he had already got this far, there would be no point in admitting defeat now.
Call opened his bedroom door and only got about two steps forward before Tamara was gasping in horror and Aaron was beside him pulling Call’s arm around his shoulder. Call didn’t bother fighting his blonde friend as Aaron dragged him to the couch. “What in the world are you doing out of bed?” Tamara demanded sitting near Call’s feet. “Going to class,” Call said defiantly, even as Aaron groaned at the words beside him, “you can’t stop me, this is something that I need to at least try.” They were both silent and Call thought that they were about to tie him down until Aaron began to speak, “If you feel tired, sick, or like you’re about to pass out you need to promise that you’ll tell as soon as you can and let one of us help you back to your room to sleep.” Call felt a wave of affection light up inside of him as he comprehended Aaron’s words, there was nothing more irritating than someone else dictating your own chronic pain. And both Aaron and Tamara seemed to have understood that.
Tamara picked herself up from the ground and settled herself next to Call, lightly tilting his head until it hit her shoulder. “Rest,” she demanded lightly, “we’ve got you, we’ll wake you up when it’s time to leave.” Call’s protest died down the second that Aaron placed his warm hand on his aching leg and the warmth enveloped him. Before he knew it, he was fast asleep surrounded, by his friends.
*** It was lunchtime, and Call was already contemplating his existence, he could feel the exhaustion and pain weighing him down as he lay slumped on the lunch table. Call’s leg was hurting enough that he was willing to display his pain for the whole school to see. He was seeing stars and couldn’t be bothered as Tamara whispered anxiously to Jasper and Aaron nudged a pate to him. Call simply turned his head away and closed his eyes to avoid Gwenda’s worried gaze.
Even Master Rufus, seemed worried as he taught them, sticking to theory and not saying anything when Call laid his head between his arms in the middle of the lesson. Every time he did so, the man seemed compelled to instruct Call back to his room, so before he could even try Call lifted his head from his arms as pain seemed to radiate from his whole body.
Call heard the bustling and noise as students got up to return to classes and Call couldn’t help but let out a pained moan at the thought of putting weight on his mangled leg. Call felt a hand grip his shoulder and pull him up, and Call met the worried brown eyes of Master Rufus, “That’s enough Callum. You’ve tried hard enough. Now it’s time for you to rest. Tamara, Aaron you are both excused from classes today along with young Callum.”
Call didn’t bother to protest as Aaron and Jasper stood on either side of him and basically carried him back to his room as Tamara fluttered nervously beside them. Jasper helped Aaron deposit Call on his bed, before pulling out a heating bed and leaving the room after patting Call lightly on the head.
Call couldn’t find himself to be angry about the pat not as the heat was placed on his aching leg and the fiery red hot pain disappeared for a more manageable aching pulse sensation. Before he knew it Tamara and Aaron climbed into the bed and settled on either side of him. “You’ll be okay, just rest,” Tamara commanded stroking her fingers through Call’s raven locks.
“You’ll feel better in the morning,” Aaron comforted and even though Call knew that the statement probably wouldn’t be true he felt comforted in that moment surrounded by his friends and a new life where his leg didn’t limit him, and instead of being irritated everyone, even his enemy were willing to do whatever it took to ensure his comfort.
And in the blissful, quiet moment Call felt himself drift off to sleep.
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selene-kaito · 7 months
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here we are again
so I'm back from the dead in order to write another magisterium fic, so if anyone is still here enjoy
Call knew what a bad day felt like. He knew the pain that would erupt in his leg the second he left his bed and he knew what the burn in his ankles meant. Call wasn’t unaware that he could just sleep the day away. Master Rufus would surely excuse him, understanding that getting up every morning wasn’t as simple for Call as it was for anyone else.
But that meant admitting that something was wrong. In his lifetime so many things had been held away from him due to his leg. Football, jumping, field trips to parks, recess. He wouldn’t let his leg take this away from him as well. Then he remembered the first time we used air to support his leg to walk. That had been heaven…
I can do this, Call thought as he heaved himself from his bed and held on to the dresser to prevent him from collapsing. He only managed one shaking step before pain shot through his leg and he crumbled to the ground, gasping in pain. But Call had been through worse, he had walked after surgeries, after doctors gently told him to never imagine a life of running and jumping. He had still walked. He could do this.
Call pulled himself up and immediately used air magic to support his leg, the pain still burnt through his calves, but Call showered and got ready at record speed. One glance in the mirror told Call that there was no chance in hell that he would be able to hide his pain from anyone today. Aaron and Tamara were normally the only ones who could recognize when Call was in pain, but today even a stranger could probably see the pain displayed on his face. His lips were pursed tightly, his eyes were red, and Call couldn’t stop himself from clenching his teeth and his fists. But he had already got this far, there would be no point in admitting defeat now.
Call opened his bedroom door and only got about two steps forward before Tamara was gasping in horror and Aaron was beside him pulling Call’s arm around his shoulder. Call didn’t bother fighting his blonde friend as Aaron dragged him to the couch. “What in the world are you doing out of bed?” Tamara demanded sitting near Call’s feet. “Going to class,” Call said defiantly, even as Aaron groaned at the words beside him, “you can’t stop me, this is something that I need to at least try.” They were both silent and Call thought that they were about to tie him down until Aaron began to speak, “If you feel tired, sick, or like you’re about to pass out you need to promise that you’ll tell as soon as you can and let one of us help you back to your room to sleep.” Call felt a wave of affection light up inside of him as he comprehended Aaron’s words, there was nothing more irritating than someone else dictating your own chronic pain. And both Aaron and Tamara seemed to have understood that.
Tamara picked herself up from the ground and settled herself next to Call, lightly tilting his head until it hit her shoulder. “Rest,” she demanded lightly, “we’ve got you, we’ll wake you up when it’s time to leave.” Call’s protest died down the second that Aaron placed his warm hand on his aching leg and the warmth enveloped him. Before he knew it, he was fast asleep surrounded, by his friends.
*** It was lunchtime, and Call was already contemplating his existence, he could feel the exhaustion and pain weighing him down as he lay slumped on the lunch table. Call’s leg was hurting enough that he was willing to display his pain for the whole school to see. He was seeing stars and couldn’t be bothered as Tamara whispered anxiously to Jasper and Aaron nudged a pate to him. Call simply turned his head away and closed his eyes to avoid Gwenda’s worried gaze.
Even Master Rufus, seemed worried as he taught them, sticking to theory and not saying anything when Call laid his head between his arms in the middle of the lesson. Every time he did so, the man seemed compelled to instruct Call back to his room, so before he could even try Call lifted his head from his arms as pain seemed to radiate from his whole body.
Call heard the bustling and noise as students got up to return to classes and Call couldn’t help but let out a pained moan at the thought of putting weight on his mangled leg. Call felt a hand grip his shoulder and pull him up, and Call met the worried brown eyes of Master Rufus, “That’s enough Callum. You’ve tried hard enough. Now it’s time for you to rest. Tamara, Aaron you are both excused from classes today along with young Callum.”
Call didn’t bother to protest as Aaron and Jasper stood on either side of him and basically carried him back to his room as Tamara fluttered nervously beside them. Jasper helped Aaron deposit Call on his bed, before pulling out a heating bed and leaving the room after patting Call lightly on the head.
Call couldn’t find himself to be angry about the pat not as the heat was placed on his aching leg and the fiery red hot pain disappeared for a more manageable aching pulse sensation. Before he knew it Tamara and Aaron climbed into the bed and settled on either side of him. “You’ll be okay, just rest,” Tamara commanded stroking her fingers through Call’s raven locks.
“You’ll feel better in the morning,” Aaron comforted and even though Call knew that the statement probably wouldn’t be true he felt comforted in that moment surrounded by his friends and a new life where his leg didn’t limit him, and instead of being irritated everyone, even his enemy were willing to do whatever it took to ensure his comfort.
And in the blissful, quiet moment Call felt himself drift off to sleep.
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selene-kaito · 11 months
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cassandra clare might be able to convince me that demon hunters with tattoos exist, but she’ll never be able to convince me that lucie and cordelia were meant to be parabatai
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selene-kaito · 1 year
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Needless to say, I have binged watched Wednesday and it was amazing!!! Wednesday and Xavier have become my new OTP and I couldn’t help drawing them together because I love them that much and I needed to get my obsession with them out of my system somehow! Anyways hope you enjoy this and I hope I’m not the only one on here who contributes to the Wednesday and Xavier love– PLEASE! 🖤🙈
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selene-kaito · 1 year
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A Day In The Life Of The Eldest Daughter
My younger sister talked about how annoying and bitchy my mom was acting for an hour
Immediately after that my mom talked about how everyone made her the villain in the house
I had to tell my mom that my sister was in the wrong and she definitely should not chose what she gets to wear as a sixth grader(heavy sarcasm included).
I had to listen to my mother reminiscing about how sweet my sister was when she was younger
I had to act as my father because why be a serious father when you just make jokes?
And that is a day in my life as a 24/7 therapist who does not get paid, acknowledged, a break, peace of mind, etc.
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selene-kaito · 1 year
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core six headers.
like or reblog if you save it.
© devlinmurph on twitter if you use it.
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selene-kaito · 2 years
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Dark Jason Grace where he the Grace siblings were the first to be born after the vow.
Where the seven arrive in Camp Jupiter and upon seeing Jason.
Every Roman demigod salutes.
New or old, serving or not.
They all recognise the boy before them, have heard the stories of their camps lost hero.
How he fought for them, and damn near died for them.
Jason’s bitter expression falls when he sees them, he gives a watery smile and salutes back. "She kept your story alive" said Hazel softly, Frank nodded in agreement. Jason raised an eyebrow "she?…you don’t mean…." Shock coloured his features before he was running. Everyone blinked and followed though Jason was fast.
For someone chained and bound and who’s joins creaked when he walked as if they hadn’t been used in years, he was fast.
And as he ran Jason lept on all fours, it was weird to think he looked so much more natural moving that way. The air seemed to gently push him forward, as if he couldn’t get their fast enough.
And than all at once he stopped.
Reyna blinked, hearing something coming and readied her weapon for battle….and froze.
Both of them stood in silence staring at the other.
"Reyna…I…."
Jason didn’t know what to say, already tearing up and she wasn’t closed behind.
Reyna ran towards him, pulling him into a hug and he instantly crumbled into her embrace.
He hadn’t been held in so long.
"How…how are you…?"
"I told you didn’t I, I’d wait for you." Sniffled Reyna with a watery smile, cupping his face in her hands.
Just seeing him, breathing his presence in that he was here.
"Your as beautiful as the day I lost you" said Jason, crying softly. Overwhelmed with emotion, that she was here. That she had gone through her own personal demons and everything alone for years…all just to wait for him.
When neither knew if he would truly return.
"Partial Immortality does that to you, and yet your still taller." She said with a scoff and he snorted, eyes lighting up and she smiled.
This was her Jason.
Jason rested his forehead against hers and Reyna smiled, resting hers against his.
"Oh sure just don’t say hi to me why don’t you, I’ll be over here." Said Octavian, but even saying that didn’t make his fond smile waver as he looked at his friends together.
Jason smiled, reaching a hand out that he took and all 3 of them hugged.
Explanations would be had, a quest would be made, he was still bound and chained…and yet all that mattered right now was them.
They had found each other again.
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selene-kaito · 2 years
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When you come to assassinate/use them but take their virginity instead 🤝 Cas and Sera
These two really said fuck the original plot because I'm hot and can do whatever i want and you'll love it.
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selene-kaito · 2 years
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I love how in The Mummy Returns Alex is not just both of his parents, he is also his uncle Jonathan.
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