Demigods, Magicians, Realitants

Once upon a time, there lived a little girl with wispy frame and the eyes of a dreamer. She could capture the soul of any objects, be it awaken or asleep, and voice it to the world. Despite her extraordinary talent, only a small part of the world would listen to her tales. Many of them thought of her tales as nothing but an empty daydream, a thing to be ceased immediately. But still, there is that small part of the world. The part that is small in both number and size. Consisted of two little children, both younger than the girl, but with the same wonder in their eyes, just as the little girl’s. Each night, before they went to bed, the two children would decide on two things or persons, one for each of them, and they would ask the girl to tell them of their soul-story. The girl would comply, and her voice would flow until the two children slowly drifted into slumber, and only then the girl would join them. A night of a soul-story is good and beautiful and theirs. But nothin...

It feels like every time I post something, I start it out with 'it's been ages since I last posted something' and the likes. So, this time, I'm just going to roll with it. Yeah. This is a shortfic with no plot at all and basically just fluff stuff between Connor and Vala, lol. Inspired when writing a bIRTHDAY ARABELLA FIC FOR GERARDIEN BUT IT'S NEW YEAR ALREADY AND I'M STILL NOT FINISHED. I'm so sorry I'm sucked at deadlines T-T. Finished this fic while listening to several Yuri on Ice tracks ((NO ONE DEFEATS KING JJ omg i love him)) and THE SONG OF THE LIGHTNING THIEF MUSICAL, GOOD KID SUNG BY CHRIS MCCARRELL LINK IS HERE WORRY NOT GO WATCH IT!! Anyway, let's get on with the fic! Hope you like it! Word count: 1617 Pairing(s): Connor Stoll x OFC, Will Solace x Nico di Angelo (pre, mentioned) Set around The Last Olympian, post the Battle of Manhattan “Hug.” “Huh?” Vala blinked repeatedly, her eyes watered. Her lip...

For me, falling in love is not the time you see someone or something and thinks,  I love...   But rather, it was the time when you already know somebody, and they might or might not be dear to you, but they are  there  and then that  something  triggered the Fall and you just realize that, Yes .  YES, this what I am willing to bind my whole life to.  And I know I wouldn’t regret it even if nothing will come from my feelings.  Because I realize that that is inevitable.  Because it was Beauty . And for that beauty, I am willing to  fight , to  accept , to  try , to  believe . Because it is Beauty and it’s worth it. But would I find the one I can share this thought with?

Consciously or not  They always remember Whether it was word by word Or simply the feelings they had When you threw it upon them Because after all they are just children And so, when there are times they say  'But you did that', or  'But you said that' Believe them, you did. Children do not ask you to be perfect  They just need you to be true True to your sayings  True to your actions For if you aren't You'll faze them When you blame them for  Things they took up from you You'll trap them And the outcome will be  Their fading trust Their escape And only then will you start to think Or probably not

Here's a little insomniac treat for you, darlings. A repackage of Indonesian myth, Roro Jonggrang. Originally made for an assignment. Enjoy. >>>>><<<<< Humans’ lives are full of prejudice. Fear. Expectation. Rule. Myth. Stories are being passed on from generation to generation. And whatever stories you are told, all you must do is receive, believe, and pass on. But have you ever wonder if all the stories you are told is true? Because humans are full of flaws, and the telling of obscure lies, is one of them. >>>  The raven haired lady set down her quill and carefully rolled up the papers. Mournfully, she looked outside her windows while gently stroking the red pendant on her neck. “It is time,” she murmured. She took off her pendant, a dagger, and put it together with the papers inside a box. Then she stood up, and left. >>>  “Commander, our troops are already in standby.” “How’s the condition i...