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If Drew and Aphrodite really did meet, what would it be like?

i think Drew would act like she's not affected, but at the end of the day she wants to know if she's enough. that all she did in her mother's name was "right", and celebrated, even if deep down she knows. Because otherwise... what was it all for? what is she for?

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it is simply too hot to contribute to society rn

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jfc i knew my notifs were broken but i fr have not gotten anything from the past like week 😭

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Do you know of any fics out there where Drew meets and interacts with Aphrodite directly?

but what am I to do with all this beauty?

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Mare and Cal are so Earth and Sun coded to me, and in this barely coherent essay I will-

Cal was formed under immense pressure, expected to be an eternal, intimidating beacon for his people and watch over them, ruling them with intense and guiding rays. But a beacon that is also capable of unfathomable destruction if necessary or under extreme mental duress.

Mare was made by circumstances outside her control, initial chaos that settles into a rough silence before softening into something more. By sheer chance and will she becomes the embodiment of change and growth, she is the force that commands that one adapt or be pulled beneath the waves.

And the Sun watches her dance around him, tilting and twirling in a beautiful dance that is rough by nature, ragged like waves upon the rocks, or lightning flashing across the sky, it is mesmerizing as her change travels consistent and true across her surface. Always a beautiful wash of seasons, weather patterns, and spiraling terrains that paint a breathtaking canvas

He longs to do the same but fears what chain reaction his change would cause. Would it result in mass destruction of everything he's ever known, or would he be able to finally hold her closer and open himself entire to her curious, searching eyes.

But the Sun does change, even if he can not see it, small ripples that spread out across time. Soft and gentle tilts. But the Earth observes, watching the smallest flare along his surface that indicates a shift with expectation and baited breath.

And the Sun recoils in the face of her waiting, for she is the only one that has ever expected him to be anything more than he's ever been, capable of more than barely restrained wrath. At first, he rejects the notion he is capable of change, of good change, and turns in on himself. Retreating to the overwhelming encasing heat of his being, he's always known. But she waits, and pushes, and stands her ground, she does not fear him or what he is capable of, before finally, it ripples across his surface, covering it in a beautiful wave of colors and he shifts, his orbit reaching out to hers.

And then the Sun kneels before the Earth and declares his love for her, and the Earth brushes her hands across his surface, bold and loving despite the destruction built within his very structure.

And they continue to orbit, a constant comfort amongst the chaos around them. Orbits pushing and pulling, hands always seeking the other. Sunlight kisses every inch it can reach, showering the Earth in the few ways it knows how to love.

And she leans into and absorbs all of it, taking in all he can give her with no fear or restraint. Pressing hands against warm skin, brushing away stray hair and pressing her lips against his, letting him feel every inch of her ever changing land mass and oceans, her strong, resilient core that will yield to no one. And he looks on with amazement, all he's ever seen, and witnessed pales in comparison to the heavenly Earth before him.

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whipped up something super quick bc i felt bad omggg but my darling bby mare for the rq met gala event

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“Hands grasp, gripping and desperate at any piece of you they can reach. You feel their tug, their pleading presses and then- you rise. Your body mending and sewing back together. Sliver mixes with red as your bones reconstruct, your muscles and flesh crawling and forming around them before your skin encases it all. You think back to all that ever was and all that ever will be. And you become one with the horrors wrought”

A gorey Cal piece I’ve been working on, you may interpret this however you wish, because the actual context behind it is already 2k+ words long and no where near complete 🙏🙏🙏

Besides, Cal has plenty of overwhelming guilt to fill in the metaphorical gaps.

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2025 MET GALA THEME: the kingdom of Norta

anything within Nortan culture, the people of Norta, the wealth, the power of opposing blood, the battle with the Lakelands, etc

any work will be reblogged on my account to show our stars. please tag me in the post when you make it so i know that it is out there. going through the rest of this month, submissions open until June 30, 2025 (three and a half weeks from today)

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The Nortan League consisted of eight teams of the best players Norta Women's Soccer can offer, from the Iron-laden peaks of the Rift to the idyllic beaches of Harbor Bay.

It was also where the two most lauded players stood, once across the country, now across the penalty box.

It's the 88th minute of the match. Two more minutes plus stoppage time. Moments ago the left back of the Rift Ironworkers tackled the Left Wing of the Harbor Bay Anchors. It was nasty, the poor girl toppling like fine china in an earthquake. She hobbled off the field, head hanging low. The left back was sent off, head up in pride despite costing her team a player.

Evangeline Samos stands in the net. Elane Haven at the penalty spot.

Evangeline's blood rushes to her ears, dampening the sound of the crowd, of the referees, of the players standing at the edge of the 18'. Time captured is between breaths. In. Out. In. Out. She's attuned to each muscle in her body, the tension laden in her quads, the stretch of her triceps as she tries to make herself look bigger. The balance om the balls of her feet, precarious, a predator ready to pounce.

A bead of sweat rolls down her palm, the material of the goalie glove absorbing the droplet. The end of her sock bites into her calves, the blades of grass brush against her ankle.

It's now or never.

The referee blows the whistle. The crowd crescendos, then...

thinking ab wlw in sports... thinking smth like evane tbh... like a good evane sports au..... smth like that

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halt! dismiss!

☆ for @rrverseflashfics spirituality/religion

Zombies are first and foremost, dead. Hazel suspects her mother is no longer human.

Gen, No Archive Warnings Apply, Zombies, Haitian Voudoo

Words: 780

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Thomaven Fic:

Werewolf Thomas/Vampire Maven

If you don't let your vampire boyfriend bite you or your werewolf boyfriend bite you back you're a coward.

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okay gn

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okay so the really fucking fun part of hatian vodou is that its practiced in tandem with other religions, like catholicism. and since I'm obsessed with making characters just like me fr, hazel now also has to deal with reconnecting with her culture AND catholic guilt!!!

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how wonderful the world is but he's not in it

rating: teen and up audiences

major character death

category: f/f, gen

relationships: piper mclean/shel, jason grace & piper mclean

characters: shel, piper mclean

additional tags: post-the trials of apollo, grief/mourning, riordanverse flash fic fridays 2025 (percy jackson)

four anniversaries of jason's death from shel's perspective. riordanverse flash fic fridays: "do you think that..."

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One More Month Until Rare Pair Week!

Prompts:

Day One -> July 20th: Families & Responsibility

Day Two -> July 21st: Conflict, Tension, Across Borders

Day Three -> July 22nd: Meet-Cute, Rom-Com, Second Chances

Day Four -> July 23rd: Sports, Celebrity,  Modern

Day Five -> July 24th: Non-linear, Unconventional Storytelling, Letters

Day Six -> July 25th: Character Swap, Power Swap, Change

Day Seven -> July 26th: Free Day, Celebrations, Marriage & Growing Old

Main Post | Ao3 Collection - rqrarepair25

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Riordanverse Flash Fic Fridays

[Plain text: Riordanverse Flash Fic Fridays]

June 20th

Spirituality/Religion 

Guitar

Three’s a Crowd

“Do you think that…”

Free Choice

tag @drewtanakaweek and/or @rrverseflashfics in your work, submit on ao3