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femmedefandom · 9 months

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tried to re-read HOO series again and I’m hit in the face at how awful and forced all the new ships are. I feel like if Rick wanted us to get invested in the characters as individuals, we could have had more focus on their journeys without cluttering them down with rapid and poorly thought out romance.

the reason percabeth remains so appreciated to this day is that despite a few OOC scenes or frustrations readers may have, we can all read how Percy and Annabeth are a partnership who love, tease, and respect each other-their values and flaws mesh well to each of their benefit, set steadily against a tumultuous time and their own growing pains. below are the major complaints I have with the other ships and how quite possibly none of them should have been made canon. Not to mention a majority of the series takes place over like 3-4 weeks. (SON-BOO)

Jason x Piper: foundation is built on a lie so Jason feels an immediate obligation to Piper (and we know how seriously he treats his duties) and Piper feels shackled to a guy-due to some kind of time invested/sunk cost fallacy and his good looks-that doesn’t love her the way she wants or needs; if Rick wanted this to happen, they could’ve created a stronger bond as Jason and Piper over the books, not maybeboyfriend!Jason and maybegirlfriend!Piper. Idk, any romance with them felt super forced.

Frank x Hazel: oh my god NO, they are babies, infants in fact! two incredibly young and isolated loner/rejected feeling children who hung out together for some sense of companionship and comfort should not automatically be paired off just because they are both kind, available, attractive, and with deep seated sense of shame in their own being. No. I would have accepted hints towards a future romance maybe once they developed a bit more, acknowledged and made progress on themselves etc. Side note: screw you for the Leo x Hazel x Frank juvénile love triangle. I had to skim/skip those parts.

Leo x Calypso: well, aside from the fact that this just plays into Leo’s issues about needing a girlfriend as a symbol of success and recognition of his own worth…I never got the sense that either of them even LIKED each other. Calypso is always annoyed with Leo and berates him and Leo thinks she’s pretty. She wants an escape that Zeus didn’t give her (ignoring Percy’s requirement) and Leo wants to not be seen as a 7th wheel. But okay, for argument’s sake, let’s say they “love each other”. How do we know that she loves him of her own accord and not just because of the curse that forces her to love whoever lands on her shore? How do we know that Leo isn’t just riding the high of a beautiful woman “wanting him” and calling it love? I mean, a generous estimate says they knew each other like a week/month…and they weren’t chatting and braiding each others hair during that period.

Tyson x Ella: but why though??? There is literally no narrative need to put a romance here. Nothing changes in their dynamic if they were just friends and if we were calling Tyson a BABY in TLO, then I don’t think he’s grown up enough since for a relationship. Stupid and forced.

***Nico and Reyna are both going through no-good, very bad years and should not have to worry about unrequited love on top of it.

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eoinmcgonigal · 5 months

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I'm so sorry I can't take the Dudley-breaks-the-news-of-Eve's-supposed-death scene seriously AT ALL. It's hilarious! It's the reason why I'm a Dudley/Eve conspiracy nut, for fun, but let me explain the reasons this scene leaves me with no sanity.

First, it's important to know that the Qattara Depression, where Dudley says Eve's plane went down, is WEST of Alexandria (off to the left, on a map). Cairo is to the east/right of Alexandria. There is no way a plane headed from Alexandria to Cairo would go west.

So, from west (left) to east (right) we have: the Qattara Depression - Alexandria - the sandstorm Dudley says happened - Cairo.

Now, this is in a show that's playing fancy-dress-up-costume with history, and moved Kabrit from where it actually is (east of the Nile, by the Suez Canal) to a few hundred miles into the desert west of the Nile. Option one in the Eve plane story mystery is that the showrunners just didn't give a shit about where a place was, they simply slapped a name in there because they'd read/heard about it, and figured no one would know or bother to check. That would be on par for the show. (And the racist assumption that no one's going to know/care/bother to check where these places are - I very much doubt we're going to find them playing fast and loose with the location of European places.)

Anyway, leaving aside the option that makes me spit incredulous venom, I have a far more amusing second option to put forward:

Dudley was making shit up.

Which is extra fucking funny because Stirling, having been out in the desert, should very much know where the Qattara Depresison is. Dudley would know that Stirling should know. He'd be cackling internally at Stirling falling for it.

I don't know if I believe a word of what Dudley said, it makes no sense, but David not noticing the inconsistency means either anyone watching the show who knows vaugely where places in Egypt are just have to shriek in intense discomfort, or David is a complete and utter dumbass when it comes to remembering where places are.

#sas rogue heroes #david stirling #dudley clark #if you know one piece please know i'm considering david stirling exactly like zoro now in terms of his sense of direction #sas rogue heroes meta #document type: intelligence report #oh man oh man i truly wish they'd just made up a place name for show!kabrit #if the original location didn't suit the tv story then make up a new one!#anyway onward with the eve/dudley propaganda #it would be funny that's my entire reason for shipping it #i will ship anything and everything i genuinely need no excuse #but the massive fuck-up detail in that scene made me think 'what if the words are genuine and the places are where they acually are?'#which leads to the not-far-fetched conclusion that dudley is lying for his own reasons #and he did turn up sober and saying he finally found someone who is willing to put up with him #maybe he left the numbers off of the truck because he wanted stirling out of the way #who knows #this whole show is free real estate i have zero respect for its narrative #or that fuckin fishbowl wide lens thing they overused whyyyyyyyy

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simcardiac-arrested · 1 year

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once again sorry to everyone for bringing this to your dashboards. but some of you are like, genuinely delirious. not even in a funny way. & i hope you die. i hope we both die. hand in unlovable hand etc etc

#Just so fucking bizarre to me how people can be Like This. there has to be something so wrong with your brain on a fundamental level #i can’t even laugh about this or anything because i genuinely feel pity for these people. it’s so sad to me how you’re gonna be like 20 #and then go in a niche tumblr community and create drama over Nothing. over Thin Fucking Air #like do you not have a life? do you not have college? or a job? doesn’t it get tiring? don’t you ever feel ashamed about all this #and the fact that they go and complain about the shipping and the ‘fandombrained’ people as well…. oh my god #how are you going to be TWENTY. and DO THAT. are you seriously sick. ? do you need help #just say you are homophobic and that you hate kids and go. it’ll save everyone a bunch of time for sure #anyways. as someone who has been a rain world fan since 2018. i love you embracing canon. i love you changing canon. i love you disregarding #canon entirely. i love you ships that make sense in canon & that make absolutely zero sense at all. i love you fancharacters that don’t #follow canon rules. i love you ‘cringe’ fancharacters and self inserts. i love you self shipping. i love you oc x canon shipping.#and i love you taking inspiration from designs. i love you community & i love you artists & i love you art #i love you borrowing elements and being inspired and referencing something because you liked it.#are fandoms perfect? GOOD GOD no. is every Fan perfect? no. am i also sometimes annoyed or irrationally pissed off over a ship that #i think is stupid and is illogical. Yes! i’m only human! but i can still love and appreciate the whole CREATIVITY of it all. and the whole #Fun that people are having. i love you having fun. if i don’t like it or if anyone else doesn’t like it they can just Cope #instead of hateposting about it on main and indirectly bullying people who are most likely children. or lgbt. or both #anyways. please continue doing whatever you want. The world is your oyster and you only live on earth once #everyone else can fuck off

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zeroducks-2 · 8 months

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"Why are ships so policed, why isn't fandom allowed to be fun anymore 😢🙄😞" says the person with DNI IF YOU SHIP INCEST AND PEDOPHILIA!! in their bio.

#I know I know I shouldn't vaguepost but of my god #The fucking #Fucking hypocrisy of it #Do they realize they are hypocrites or are they just this oblivious?#'but zero they just said DNI' yeah well dnis are bullshit and exist to shame people #If I don't like a tag I block it #If I don't like a ship or a trope or a dynamic I block who posts it without tagging #I curate my own fandom experience like an adult #What harm's gonna do to me if someone who enjoys scat interacts with my posts. I don't like their kink so? They are just reblogging my shit #Why should they feel bad for liking my posts #It makes no fucking sense #It just enforces this weird ass morality powertrip people are on #Ramblings

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kohakhearts · 5 months

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when i was younger and more inspired i used to do this thing where id just put two characters together Because I Could, in a like “put random characters names on a dart board and fire til i hit two or more that Might be interesting” kind of way. in the true spirit of Shipping, i would then lovingly craft an alternate universe in which they got enough time on screen together to become an item—realistically, that is. whatever that means. anyway i need to channel this energy again i think itd be good for me

#im unironically taking submissions for most unhinged but actually serious ship you can conceive of #between characters who had at least one exchange on screen - or have some Complicated relationship web with each other at least - but zero #chemistry PROBABLY due to not interacting enough to even be friends #like the only reason to ship them is those two degrees of separation. and let me say again #i unironically would love to hear people’s suggestions. if you suggest something crazy enough maybe id even write it #taylor.txt #like it has to not make sense but also make a lot of sense. you know?#im talking characters that have one (1) thing in common. that might not even be a personality trait #perhaps another character. or a motif. or a bad narrative decision. so many options #this is not crackshipping. its purely scientific rarepair invention. and its DIFFERENT #sometimes crackships lead to real gems but im saying skip the crack go straight to diamonds. big brain that shit

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hurryupmerlin · 7 months

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First kisses are hard when you have a serious case of The Feels™

My homeboy Mal belongs to @riinoaheartilly

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When he sees Mal for the first time, his breath catches. The soldier Ordo and Fi have put at his side looks like he regularly wrestles with monsters – and wins, minus a few scuffs. Ami is frozen with fear. He understands how important it is that he gets training. But how will he ever live up to this grim-looking veteran's expectations? Fi assures him that Mal is alright, but he doesn't seem convinced by his own words.

During the first week, Ami moves around Mal like on eggshells, tries to present himself as exemplary as possible, despite his nervous clumsiness. Mal seems sternly unimpressed. He's taciturn and dismissive, and Ami wonders if he's very disappointed to have been confronted with such a laughingstock of a student. Amiss only stops worrying when Mal finally admonishes him to relax. He sounds annoyed but not harsh.

Over the course of the following weeks, Ami's breath keeps catching, but for increasingly different reasons now. Mal actually turns out to be harmless, even gentle. He’s educated and an expert in what he does, so clever and rational. The more Ami learns about Mal, the more he admires him. And even though he deeply respects him, Ami somehow catches himself ever so often staring at Mal's lips when he talks, instead of listening to what he has to say.

As Mal's warm, rough hand lies over his, focused on positioning Ami's fingers correctly on the blaster’s trigger, the thought of just tilting his head a little to the side and pressing his lips on Mal's flashes through Ami’s mind for the first time. It leaves as quickly as it came, traceless except for a fluttering sensation in his chest. That night, he can't sleep.

The thought becomes more intense when he sees Mal laugh for the first time. The view makes his stomach do a somersault. Talking to him is now easy and free of anxiety, because Mal has never blamed him for not knowing something, he’s a patient teacher. And in some subjects Ami even knows more than him and can reverse their roles. Just like when he shows Mal how to mix ointments from plants, like today. In front of Mal is a pot with bubbling thick liquid and Ami hurries back into the room to look at the damage the medicine took while he picked up the last ingredients.

"I said just to warm it up and under no circumstances bring it to a boil," he worries.

"You definitely told me to bring it to a boil. I’m flawless." Humor pulls on the corner of Mal’s mouth.

With a pathetic burp, the mixture in the pot sighs out its soul and turns black. The comedy of the situation is too much for him, Ami loses his composure to a laughing fit. Mal cocks an eyebrow at the giggling boy. "Are you calling me a liar?" That just makes Ami double over. Out of laughter-wet eyes, he sees how Mal tries not to laugh along, but he fails excellently. When they both calm down again, their gazes meet. He’s beautiful when he’s unstrained, Ami thinks. Something inside him is drawn to the other man, the pull is almost violent, but he resists.

A few days later, Ami sits cross-legged on the floor and cleans a rifle, which he has spread out in pieces around him. He is so engrossed in the complicated work that he’s deeply startled when a voice suddenly sounds from in front of him. He jumps up in a single smooth move, but doesn’t catch the rifle in time, which lets it crash and slither over the fine parts, scattering the pieces. Mal ignores the ongoing string of sorrys from Ami, just calmly kneels down to pick up the fine components and bolts. Ami gathers as well, frantically, quickly, and their hands inevitably meet, young skin and cold metal. As he lifts his head, he realizes how close Mal's face is. He’d only have to lean forward a little more to close the gap between them. Mal looks at him wordlessly, with those beady brown eyes they share. And for a second, Ami thinks this look might be a sufficient invitation to make him brave enough to do what he so badly wants to do. But in the end, he isn't.

Neither addresses when Mal plans to return to the GAR, but time is slipping through their fingers. They have become well attuned to each other, working together more and more flowingly. Ami is still not a good marksman, but he’s getting better at medical training. Mal is rapidly learning everything about naturopathy and agriculture that Ami teaches him, almost effortlessly. They’ve gotten close and casual, but Mal's touches now burn like fire. Ami finds himself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Again and again he seeks closeness, again and again he burns himself in such a delicious way. He keeps obtruding himself onto Mal, in chaste hugs and playful banter, then blushes when he’s not rejected. He feels ridiculous as much as felicitous.

Autumn turns the nights icy. How he managed to wriggle his way into Mal’s bed he doesn’t remember, but Mal endures him. Ami reasons it’s good to stay warm, they can’t afford catching a cold. And it’s safer to be together in case the camp gets attacked.

Sometimes he can’t sleep in the same room with Mal, though. Sometimes it’s all just too much. And sometimes he needs the nights to himself, because Mal can never know what name he whispers when he imagines other hands on his body than his own, bringing him close.

He can't look Mal in the eyes after those nights. But Mal keeps looking at him, frail, caressive. Ami feels his eyes on his skin even when his back is turned, can't do anything about the goosebumps.

He has been touched so many times in his life, everywhere, but never before so profoundly like by Mal. Never in such a way that a lightning bolt passes through him when their hands graze each other as they walk; that his heart melts through the mattress when they nestle against each other at night. He can't remember ever wanting to be touched so badly. The thought consumes him every waking hour. He wants to kiss Mal. He wonders, maybe, if Mal wants the same. But another week passes.

"In four days – both of them!" Ami waves the data pad that received the encrypted message from Fi about the next shipment of medical supplies. He’s grinning from ear to ear. It's been ages since Fi and Ordo had managed to simultaneously get to Viltriss Utdrag.

"I'm cooking for all of us,” Ami declares as he hops to sit on the edge of the workbench Mal is fiddling with a broken shock collar remote at.

“Sounds good,” Mal answers, looking around.

“Maybe they’ll bring the herb I’ve been asking them for. Are you searching for something?”

“Hm.” Mal gets up from his chair to stand in front of Ami. “I think you’re sitting on the flimsy with the manual.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I—” Ami shuffles even closer to the edge to make room, and like clockwork, his hands find Mal’s waist and Mal hooks his hands under Ami’s knees to support him. The moment drags on with the hyper awareness of how close they are. When Ami dares to look up, he meets Mal's searching eyes, but he doesn't seem to be looking for the flimsy anymore. His lids lower slightly, gaze fixed on Ami's lips. Mal’s voice rings unexpectedly warm in his ears.

"Can I kiss you?"

There it is again, his breath catches. Ami doesn’t even answer, he just tilts his chin up a little and Mal meets him halfway. For a split second he worries if Mal will notice he has no idea what he’s doing, but they fit together so effortlessly, there’s no room for second-guessing. Mal’s touch is guileless and honest, the way he moves against Ami so raw and vulnerable makes his chest hurt with yearning. Ami shuffles closer, so Mal cautiously pushes him back further on the table, gets his hands free to bring them up, gently cupping Ami’s face. Ami melts right into his soldier, lips brushing against the scar tissue on the corner of Mal’s mouth. A soft sigh escapes him.

He doesn’t wonder anymore if Mal wants the same.

#I love them your honor #“hey Chicken” you ask. “How's your fic writing going?”#“oh” I answer. “Just swell. I started writing exclusively about a ship that only happens like... at the very end of all my WIPs.#So it makes zero sense to write or read it without finishing the WIP first #because no one knows who these boys even are."#You wordlessly stare at me. I stare back. We both know my life choices are piss poor. You shake your head and leave.#others OCs #Mal #my OCs #Amiss #cloneshipping #Chicken writes #first kiss

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respectfrogsordie · 9 months

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Yall ever watch Shameless? You know that one episode where Mickey and Ian are getting married and Mickey's dad is doing everything possible to keep the cermony from happening and at one point Mickey says "That son of bitch is never going to let me be happy, he needs to die"? Yeah that's Garmau. Garrroth is Mickey and Zane is Mickey's dad. No I will not elaborate.

#this probably actually makes zero sense but thats okay #i just watched that episode and it immediately made me think of this #also i dont really ship garmau but it fits them better than anyone else so 🤷#i am actually going to elaborate now lmao #literally garroth was about to ask aphmau about the possibility of them dating when they were standing on the dock/alter together #and then zanes bitch ass has to show up and be all dramatic and dark and ruin things #so yeah #garroth is mickey and aphmau is ian and garroth wants to be with aphmau and zane does Not want them to be together #bing bam boom #mcd #minecraft diaries #rant post #garmau #plz someone tell me they see where I'm going with this

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fyodorkitkat · 10 months

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They're matching now 😭

#shit that makes zero sense to anyone except me #my secret modern self ship crossover au i cant talk about beyond this because it is so confusing #i am unwell #but i noticed clearing out folders that they both look cute with their knives 🙏#working this into the totally not over 20 page doc in my notes app #you want to know why my current projects im actually putting up or in the process of putting up take so long #shit like this lmao #why am i like this

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secretagentsagainstwhatever · 4 months

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because it’s not a game kate…

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northlight14 · 1 year

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Asking this as someone who doesn’t even ship Bakugo and Uraraka, can someone please explain to me why so many people have such a burning hatred for the ship cuz I’m legit so confused😅

It’s fine if you don’t like a ship. As I said, I don’t ship it myself because I like them as best friends but some of y’all are so extra about it and act like it’s a product of the devil with zero explanation what so ever. If someone could explain this to me and not give me hate while doing so, that’d be awesome

#shipping wars are so weird bro. as a multishipper they make zero sense to me #although I doubt they’d make sense anyway #mha #bnha #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo #uraraka ochako #ochako urakara #kacchako

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revvywevvy · 1 year

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Here's Modern AU Pyrrha!! <3 Backstory info (and s/i meeting) under the cut [oh and since I forgot to mention in the previous post both CJ and Pyrrha are 21 at the current point, the backstory stuff is just flashbacks]

Millennia ago, during the height of the spirit swords’ reigns, a young descendant of the Alexandra bloodline embarked on a journey to destroy the cursed sword, Soul Edge. He endured many trials, and triumphed against countless foes who sought the evil sword and its power. The gods protected him as best they could, but Soul Edge’s power was seemingly unstoppable at its peak. Not even they could protect the descendent from Soul Edge, even in the sword’s defeat. The descendent had successfully destroyed the sword after a long journey; however, countless shards of the shattered weapon embedded themselves inside his body. Most of the fragments could be removed; all but one. The shard rested near his heart, and stayed there for the remainder of his days.

Years later, when his child became dependent on the cursed fragment’s energy to survive, the father sacrificed himself, ripping the shard from his body and implanting it into his child. The child lived, grew, and… was able to exist, mostly unscathed. However, the loving father’s sacrifice had come with a large side effect that nobody had seen coming. In the process of transferring the shard from person to person, the evil sword had gotten a taste of their blood. This contamination fully tainted their blood; inadvertently cursing the bloodline to come with its evil power. The child lived unaware, and fully completed their life.

Upon giving birth to their own child later on, the curse was passed down. It continued on this way, the curse of Soul Edge passing down from descendent to descendent for thousands of years. For most of those millennia, all remained unscathed, the spirit swords remaining dormant for a prolonged period, rendering the resting energy practically useless. However, as the modern age approached and countless folk discovered the existence of the swords, they were ripped from their hibernation. With that; the dark powers returned, cursing the Alexandra bloodline once more.

It was when the daughter of Sophitia Alexandra, Pyrrha, had fallen victim to the brunt of its curse. The child would die should Sophitia not act soon. As such, the determined mother battled through her own ailments from the curse, starting her own journey to save her child. The woman prayed rigorously to the gods, and had previously been a very religious woman. The gods heard her prayers, and granted her the strength to find the evil sword. She did just that, finding the evil weapon and sacrificing her life to hold the weapon back. Her sacrifice kept the wicked curse at bay, and before anyone knew it, Pyrrha Alexandra recovered.

However, then the worst occurred. One day, the little girl disappeared. As the first-born, she was the main one affected by the curse between her and her brother, and as such, countless cults and groups seeking the evil sword had their eyes on their family once the curse’s existence was discovered. It was thought that one of the many cults had kidnapped her, however, they couldn’t find a single trace of evidence linking her disappearance to the cults. Only one person had a clue of who was to blame: Pyrrha’s little brother, Patroklos. He’d seen a raven-haired teenage girl, one who he thought had lured little Pyrrha in then snatched her away. He was correct, however, no one would know what truly occurred until years later.

It was many years later when Pyrrha Alexandra had entered highschool. She was living completely across the country from where she was born, being passed from foster home to foster home. She had no memory of her earliest years, all of its happenings lost to time. The girl’s life was miserable, to put it lightly. The foster parents raising her could care less for her existence, only keeping her around for the money they were paid to raise her. She was bullied by her peers, and was oh, so lonely. There was not a friend in sight for the girl, it seemed. One day, though, a young raven-haired woman appeared, a sweet smile on her face and nothing to offer but friendship. The young teen was shocked, but overjoyed. Someone wanted to be around her…? The poor girl was so lost, so alone, that she was easily susceptible to the manipulation of this woman. Without another thought, Pyrrha happily accepted the friendship of the woman, Tira. Many others would see red flags aplenty in this ‘friendship’, with a grown woman befriending and seemingly trying to woo a teenage girl. It was odd, and especially concerning– yet, not a single person cared that Pyrrha was potentially being groomed by the woman. It just came with being unwanted, and uncared for.

It kept going like that, until one day, Tira made an offer to Pyrrha. Out there, in the world, was a sword of immense and unstoppable power. With that power, she could finally be in control of her life. She could get revenge on those who hurt her in her life. She could finally be happy! Pyrrha paused at the woman’s offer, unsure. Of course she trusted her, she was her best friend! However, Tira was suggesting things that, to put it likely, scared Pyrrha. She may have hated her circumstances, but… for the most part, she was safe. Being asked to leave everything she’s known and leave with Tira, to join her in getting that power, in getting revenge on the people who hurt her the most. Tira offered her a happily-ever-after, just her and Pyrrha. Yet, that ‘happy ending’ scared her. This was starting to feel wrong. Tira was making offers and moves that made her uncomfortable, and worried. Pyrrha quickly answered that she needed time to think it over, that she had to get to school soon lest she get in trouble with her parents. With that, she ran off, giving Tira no time to respond. The woman watched Pyrrha run off, and smiled. Soon enough. Soon enough the time would come.

That day, when Pyrrha had arrived at school, it was announced one of her classes was having a multi-class project, with two different teachers combining their classes together to help one another. Pyrrha sighed sadly. As per usual, she’d either be forced to work alone, or be forcefully grouped up with someone who clearly wanted nothing to do with her. As the two classes congregated and grouped up, one girl stood out from the crowd, her eyes on the lonely Pyrrha. Pyrrha locked eyes with the girl for a second, before quickly averting her gaze, staring at the floor awkwardly. The other girl smiled softly, tightened her ponytail, and approached Pyrrha.

Pyrrha yelped a little when the girl’s hand began resting against her desk. “Hey.” “…Um… h-hi.” “Y’looked lonely over here, got a partner yet?” “Oh! Um… n-no, nobody wants to work with me. Everyone’s, um. Already said no.” The girl raised an eyebrow at Pyrrha’s words. “Seriously? Ugh, people suck, don’t they? Screw them, wanna be partners for this? I ain’t got anyone else in my corner either.” Pyrrha looked up at her. “R-Really..?” “Yeah! Besides, you seem a lot more chill than a buncha those jerks over there. Hopefully you aren’t the type to dump all the work on one person, I’m sicka people doin’ that shit to me.” Pyrrha sat quietly for a moment. “Y-Yeah, people do that to me a lot… a-after they’re forced to work with me by the teacher. It’s not nice, b-but I kinda get it since they’re being forced to work with me. U-Um…! Anyways- we… we could work together, y-yeah.” The girl raised a brow at the latter of the comments, mentally shaking her head at the audacity of some people, but she quickly shook it off. “Cool! Name’s Colette, but you can just call me CJ. What about you?” CJ offered an encouraging smile to Pyrrha. Noticing this, Pyrrha couldn’t help but smile back. CJ was being kind to her, just like Tira had been for months. However, CJ’s kindness didn’t seem uncomfortable, or bordering on creepy. She frowned a little, but shook the thought off when she noticed the smallest bit of confusion in CJ’s expression. “Um-!! P-Pyrrha, my name’s Pyrrha!”

The two girls spent the rest of the class talking, and beginning to work on the project. They exchanged phone numbers, and it was later that day when the two girls met up again. It was their lunch break, the two girls eating lunch together in a random classroom and working on their projects at the same time. It was then when Pyrrha spoke up. “Um… C-CJ?” “Hm?” CJ pulled off an earphone, looking at Pyrrha out of the corner of her eye. “This… um, doesn’t have anything to do with the project, b-but, um… have you ever heard any stories about this, like… extreme power? In a sword, or something..?” CJ grabbed her phone, pausing her music and taking her headphones off. She looked at Pyrrha with a concerned expression. Pyrrha, seeing that expression, began to nervously backtrack. “I-I mean, um…! Sorry, does that make me sound crazy?? I-I won’t bring it up again if–” “No, I’ve heard of it. There’s been a lot of criminals trying to get a hold of it, some ancient power or something. It’s like– conspiracy theory level shit, except it’s potentially real??? Either way, it sounds like bad news all around.” CJ went silent for a second, concerned expression getting worse. “Why do you ask?” Pyrrha yipped. “W-Well, um. My friend brought it up to me.” “Really now… what about it?” “…….She wants me to go with her. To find it.” “W-What?! Why?! I mean, how could you guys even pull that off, don’t you need, like, a license or something so you can travel? We’re not even old enough for permits yet…” Pyrrha paused. “Um, a-actually, Tira has a license. She’s 29, so she’s really good at driving and stuff. O-Or so she said. She said she has enough money for us to go find it, b-but…” Pyrrha trailed off.

Upon hearing that, CJ’s expression darkened. “I… what the hell??” Pyrrha’s eyes widened and started to tear up, her hands starting to shake. “I-I dunno what to do… she’s my friend, a-and she’s so nice to me, but… she keeps insisting we go, and that I’ll finally be happy when we find it. S-So many people are mean, and Tira’s so nice to me. She keeps promising me that when we find it we can make sure nobody would hurt me again. B-But… where would it even be, how long would we be gone??” Pyrrha looked down at her lap, fiddling with her hands. “I… Pyrrha, how old are you? I mean, we’re both freshmen, so you gotta be no older than 15, right?? I- y-your ‘friend’, she’s literally 29?? A grown ass adult! That… This sounds dangerous. And wrong, so wrong. I-I mean– I know you said she’s your friend, and she’s nice to you and stuff, b-but… holy shit the project can wait, we need to tell an adult about this.” “W-What?! N-No, I don’t want Tira to get in trouble!! She’s my friend, I don’t wanna hurt her. E…Even if she does make me uncomfortable sometimes.” CJ’s frown deepens. “Pyrrha, I get that, but she’s trying to get you to join her for basically a death expedition?? So many criminals and cults and stuff are after that sword, it’s like– world domination levels of shit!” Pyrrha paused. “C-Criminals… cults… it’s all bad people after it..??” “Yeah, not a field trip you’d wanna go on, trust me.” “…H-How do you know all of that…? You’re so informed… I-I didn’t even know.” CJ started to sweat a little.

The goddess’s voice whispered in CJ’s ear, proclaiming immense danger. This was what she was warning her about. CJ’s eyes darted about a bit, and she fully understood what was going on. With a sigh, she patted Pyrrha’s shoulder. “I just… watch the news a lot. Looking stuff up online and all that.” She felt bad lying, but what else could she do?

Silently, she begged the goddess to help her, to protect Pyrrha. This… this was all part of that scheme, the ploy of the cults to gain power over the world. If they wanted something with Pyrrha, there had to be a reason why. Even CJ meeting Pyrrha, after being given such an important task. It all had to be connected. None of them, not even the goddess herself, had a clue just how closely connected the cursed ancient power was to Pyrrha Alexandra.

#913's art #ok to rb #cw grooming mention #digital art #medibang pro #♡ pyrrha alexandra #Pyrrha Alexandra #self ship au #//hopefully this is okay- today was so exhausting; having to help out for a holiday I could give zero shits about e_e #//feels like my brains melting into a puddle of goo; but I did what I could with how I felt! ^^#//i will say her design is giving me huge lili from te.kk.en vibes- minus the rich girl part #//but hey considering if soulcalibur took place in modern day it literally would just be a rehashed te.kk.en probably- yeah #//the connections make sense lol #//I MEAN- I did listen to te.kk.en 4/5 music while drawing and writing so yeah I can see how this turned out this way

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