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OK I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT WHETHER OR NOT I SHOULD WRITE THIS FIC [IT'S AN ORIGINAL WORK] FOR A WHILE NOW AND GETTING YOUR OPINION MIGHT JUST BE THE BEST THING HERE.
          
          SO HERE THE STUPID PIECE OF WORK IS [AN INTRO, I'VE WRITTEN A LITTLE MORE]:
          
          PROLOGUE
          
          Renae’s heels clicked on the marble floor.
          
          Just to set the rhythm straight, part of her tried to make her pace match the beat of her heart.
          
          But she couldn’t. Her heart was beating too fast, and though she could walk rather quickly in heels, that wasn’t the point.
          
          Walking too fast would look suspicious right now, and that was the last thing she needed here.
          Steadily climbing the steps of the Glass Hall, with elegant railings and a wide staircase leading to a central, large, wooden door, she lightened her steps, quickening her pace just enough to hide any possible tremors in her legs.
          
          With her hair brushing against her back as the wind rushed against her, swirling like the excitement she felt in her chest.
          
          This was it, she told herself.
          
          All these years, every day of training, every mission she’d spent wondering if a subpar result would have her replaced in the expectations laid on her. 
          
          Every second she’d spent wondering if she’d ever do something enough to secure herself in the perceptions of her fellow assassins that she was competent. That she was capable. 
          
          Not just a one-time success, but someone who could genuinely be exceptional, or at the very least, more than just a spare to someone better.
          
          It was all coming together. Coming down to this.
          
          She might’ve been making a bigger deal of it than she should’ve, but she deserved it today.
          
          Did she? Or was she getting ahead of herself?
          
          She forced the lightness in her chest to remain anchored, to settle in somewhere behind her focus right now. Maybe she deserved it. Maybe she didn’t. But whichever was right, nothing could be out of place tonight. 
          
          Especially not her, and definitely not just because of a feeling.

HEYYY I FINALLY CAUGHT UP AND BEGAN CONTINUING MY LIV-NAVYA-CASSIAN FIC.
          
          I'M PROBABLY GONNA PAUSE FOR A WHILE AGAIN ON THAT ONE AT SOME POINT.
          
          IT'S JUST TO SEE IF I COULD CONTINUE IT.
          
          THANK YOU TO @ilikespotify TO GIVE ME MOTIVATON TO ACTUALLY TRY WRITING MORE

If you enjoy slow-burn romances with depth, softness, and quiet emotions,
          this story is for you.
          A comforting desi romance to read at night. 
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/401049127?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=crmsnpen

So I've yapped a lot over here about a Kane Chronicles x PJO crossover. :)
          
          I'm actually gonna try to type part of this out -- it'll be terrible though probably. Anyways, I had that idea eight months ago.
          
          Now I'm gonna yap about a different topic.
          
          A prequel, this time. There's already the Jeyna one I'm planning, showing Camp Jupiter and Jason and Reyna and Octavian in the timeline parallel to PJO. 
          
          But this prequel is even further back. Back when Annabeth's dad, Frederick Chase, Magnus' uncle, Randolph Chase, and Magnus' mother, Natalie, were teenagers. Frederick as the oldest, maybe 16~, Randolph being 15~ and Natalie as 13~
          
          They lived in a mansion, right? And their parents -- or dad, at least, I recall -- was a historian.
          
          So say they're alone for two weeks when their parents are gone for a historian seminar or smth like that.
          
          We know the Chase family goes a long way back with the gods. They're messing around and find spells to someone some gods. Try it out. Each pick their favorites.
          
          Natalie chooses Frey, Frederick, Athena, and Randolph goes for Hermes since we can't bring Loki in yet.
          
          They spend time with their gods. [NO FLIRTING YET FOR ANYONE EXCEPT FREDERICK MAYBE IF I MAKE HIM EIGHTEEN WITH ATHENA]
          
          Except at the end of the night, the gods are ripped back to Olympus violently. Zeus does so. They aren't allowed to respond to mortals like this.
          
          Like yeah normally they can -- hell, they do, with all the kids they have -- but they've left the Chases with part of their essence, part of their power, you could say. Kind of like the Egyptians gods do with their hosts, but here, it's just a part of their power, you can't wield more or less, and as mortals, it can burn them up/seriously screw them anytime. It's not even really power, just the touch of a god shielding them, letting them keep going with that immortal, divine sliver even when they're screwed.

Oh abt the update im not at home rn
          But will try and update the story when i reach

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!<3

ANYONE SEEN THE NEW CHARACTER *JOHAN* IN COURT OF THE DEAD???
          
          Ifyky :)

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