inmoonsblood

[inmoonsblood]

ok! i'm unsure about how the oc audience on tumblr is, however i've done this silly thing where i've returned to the BANE of my existence (wattpad) to write about my silly ocs, so please! if that's your think you can find my book (and account) here!

if you've ever liked my work, do check it out (may end up cross posting here eye dee kay el oh el) because i thrive off attention and i will literally cry if u dont (/j) !

um! mandatory mutuals tagging (imsosorrydonthateme) @glamourscat @bubblingacid @pricetagofficial @under-the-seeea

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back1!!!1!!!!!!111!1

if you feel far from god, who moved?

in the light of a new rise in my motivation as well as the time to do something about it, i want to write more and i also have zero idea what to write about, so here's a list of prompts i took from pinterest! * they are not mine, credit goes to whoever they belong to!

send in characters for these prompts (example: luke castellan + 5, etc) + any other external requests you have!

here's a list of characters i write for & what i will/won't write — ✸

5th - a dying fire (tim drake)

7th - thin blankets (luke castellan)

9th - a storm (dick grayson)

10th - the old oak tree (luke castellan)

11th - the scar (bruce wayne)

13th - broken glass (leo valdez)

15th - a crying kiss (open)

16th - running water (jason todd)

18th - barbed wire (dick grayson)

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thin blankets (nepenthe ii)

pre tlt-tlo. luke castellan x child of a nemesis!reader. 1.6k words.

synopsis: children of the minor gods go through hell at camp. how long can one take until they break?

warnings: mentions of luke and reader making out and eventually doing other stuff, reader is said to be the eldest out of their siblings, kind of toxic situationship between luke and reader. major book easter eggs. not much of luke x reader, more of just the reader

note: technically, this is a continuation of nepenthe, which was set up to be a prologue. will i continue it? mostly, once i'm done with my prompt event postings and if i get enough time to do so! hope y'all like it :)

You stare at the blankets in cabin 11 with a clear disdain. New campers were added, more were claimed by Hermes—y’know, the original parent of the cabin—and as a consequence of that, all the unclaimed and the children of the minor gods got new blankets. But it seems like Mr. D cut out the budget because these new blankets don’t even feel like blankets, they’re just paper. 

You turn to your sister as she looks back at you in defeat. Why would you be surprised? This is how we’re treated. Get used to it. It feels like a slap on your face, your younger sister asking you to leave something that affects them. You won’t. How can you? Nemesis didn’t mother you for nothing, revenge nor justice lies dormant if it must achieve something, if someone yearns to honour it, and sometimes these yearnings scare you, because with the observations you’ve made? Maybe you could burn your home down to ashes if you truly wanted to, maybe that’s what this camp deserves and gods, only then will the half bloods live equal. Olympus is the problem—

You gasp. That did not sound like your fucking voice in your head. Looking around, a few kids are staring at you while others ignore you as usual and you think, maybe it was someone else. With the chaos? It could be. Taking a deep breath you walk away from cabin eleven, away from everyone there, away from camp and right into the woods (technically barred, but really, who’s going to look for the daughter of Nemesis? Even if you die, Ethan’s there to take your place as the eldest child—not that it really matters anyway, all the children of the minor gods fall under the jurisdiction of the Hermes cabin, so Luke Castellan is counted as your counsellor.

Speaking of Luke, your feet stop by a tree with a dagger embedded halfway into it as a consequence of your first spar with him. The expression on your face remains blank as you trace over the design, the dagger is a simple one taken from the inventory of camp and yet it’s been almost six months since it was put there. Now it’s a mere marker, nothing more, of where you and Luke meet during the night time to try to forget camp and the imbalance of it all.

It’s like you’ve ended up in a maze of unfortunate coincidences as a pair of arms lock around your waist and pull you closer to the body of your offender. Just as you’re about to grab the dagger and force it out of the tree for any semblance of a defence (because in the middle of everything you forgot your current weapon), a pair of lips kiss behind your ear before whispering there, “Caught you.” 

Immediately your body relaxes as you realise it’s just Luke. Well, you don’t know about Mr. D but that motherfucker is definitely going to hear it from you about all of this today. 

You shove him away from you and glare at him. “Castellan.”

“Spitfire.”

His smirk is as infuriating as it is attractive and gods, you want to kiss it off his face right now, but unfortunately it looks like the smirk exists because he managed to creep up on you and if you kiss him now it will definitely be followed by taunts and extra training for the next week or so because, “I’m serious. What if it wasn’t me? What if it was a monster?” So instead the next best alternative is to pick a fight with the man that has all the power to make your life a living hell.

“Don’t give me that, what’s up with the new blankets?”

The look Luke gives you is akin to one of confusion and that just fuels your rage. You laugh, stumbling back to sit at the roots of your tree. “In your own cabin, and yet you don’t know? They replaced our blankets—ours being the children of the minor gods—with the most wafer-y blankets to ever exist and took the ones with any semblance of thickness to your new siblings,” promptly you ignore the way Luke’s jaw clenches at the mention of siblings, “and the unclaimed.” Because what if they’re the children of Olympians? 

Luke’s silence worries you for a brief second but then he reaches out and tucks in a strand of your hair behind your ear before pulling you in for a kiss. He’s never nice about it, a reminder that you’re not his in any way—not a girlfriend, not someone he wants—but regardless, he likes you right now and you might as well milk it. The kiss brings the promise of your siblings getting the old blankets back somehow even though that’s not what you want, it’s what always comes with his kisses after an argument like this, where you tell him of something unjust that happened. Luke gets you the fairness in a way that increases the imbalance but he doesn’t care: he’ll treat you like a prize until his attraction fades, you don’t even want to consider the after.

When he pulls away, he cups your face and there’s something dark in the corner of his eyes. Something is off with Luke. This isn’t the normal trade off the two of you have, and briefly, within you, the bells of revenge echo. He would stand with you, something tells you, if you were to take revenge from camp. Fulfil your role and make your mother proud. Exact vengeance. 

The voice sounds similar to the one that had invaded your mind at the cabin, but this time it talks to your heart and almost every bone of your body agrees. And yet it feels wrong to take revenge on your home. After all, retribution and balance can only be achieved in its own time, and logically you have no power to bend the scales in your favour. 

The whole world goes silent in the next second, though, as Luke pushes you up against the tree and nips at your neck. This time, your camp shirt comes off with his, and all of a sudden power imbalances don’t matter for a brief second. The world quiets down until no one else but you and Luke exist, the cold of the forest is forgotten when his body touches yours, and for a moment, you would deal with the paper blankets if it meant Luke stayed with you, stayed this close to you.

✸.

Later that night, you find your blanket replaced with the previous one. Not just yours, but Ethan and your other siblings share the same news, but it’s only the children of Nemesis who get this. Something switches in Ethan too, but you cannot focus on that, instead you stagger out of the cabin again, finding Luke in the training area.

“Luke.”

“Come on, Spitfire. Is nothing I do enough for you?” He tells you when he sees the blanket in your hands. 

“This—this isn’t what I meant. Balance—”

“I can’t save everyone when I’m here, you know. The children of the minor gods will always keep getting blindsided.”

You bite your tongue. Luke could, very well, change some of that within camp limits if he wished to. Something as simple as more inclusion during training sessions, or even acknowledgement to the elder children’s experience would work. It wouldn’t undo it completely, but it would help. Despite this, you know Luke won’t, simply because it isn’t serving him any personal gain. The treatment for your siblings is less out of the goodness in his heart and more about the love you hold for them and his knowledge that as long as he’s good to them, you’ll keep coming back.

“Fine.” You take a step back when he approaches you. You don’t want a repeat of this morning right now. “But I’m giving my blanket to Lou-Ellen right now, she’s got a cold and it isn’t going away.” The truth is, you’re not even sure if the Apollo cabin honestly tried for this, the importance given to anyone who isn’t a child of an Olympian is negligible. You don’t think it’s intentional, but it doesn’t stop it from happening, and right now your only hope is Luke. 

Luke, who isn’t happy with your move. He grunts before going back to training, muttering under his breath, “you’ll see what I mean soon enough.”

With shaky hands, you go back to cabin 11 and give your blanket to Lou-Ellen, taking her paper blanket with you. She smiles and promises you of a favour she will do in return and you nod, walking out of the cabin again.

The special treatment of the Nemesis children will not go unnoticed much longer, and you have just sped up that process. 

Gripping the paper blanket, you walk to the makeshift altar your siblings and yourself made for your mother. Nemesis isn’t the nicest mother, nor is she the most empathetic, but one thing is clear she always pays her debts. Good or bad. You throw the blanket on it and make a promise.

The children of the minor gods need to unite if they have any chance at surviving at Camp Half Blood, and despite what Luke tells you, you will try your level best to give them a fighting chance. 

That night, you fall asleep without your blanket, but the next morning you wake up warm regardless. A blanket with the initials ‘L.C’ rests upon you, and unknowingly you snuggle into it, still half asleep. 

Luke gives you a small smile, muttering to himself how cute you are.

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YOURE ALIVE (also i loved the tim fic)

I'M ALIVE!!!!!!!!! ELLE MY LOVE MY HEART MY SOUL YOURE ALIVE

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really pissed at everything rn :’) my laptop died on me and writing on my phone is a bit tough, so things will be delayed. i’m so sorry for anyone waiting, i’ll try my best for it not to be

if you feel far from god, who moved?

in the light of a new rise in my motivation as well as the time to do something about it, i want to write more and i also have zero idea what to write about, so here's a list of prompts i took from pinterest! * they are not mine, credit goes to whoever they belong to!

send in characters for these prompts (example: luke castellan + 5, etc) + any other external requests you have!

here's a list of characters i write for & what i will/won't write — ✸

5th - a dying fire (tim drake)

7th - thin blankets (luke castellan)

9th - a storm (dick grayson)

10th - the old oak tree (luke castellan)

11th - the scar (bruce wayne)

13th - broken glass (leo valdez)

15th - a crying kiss (open)

16th - running water (jason todd)

18th - barbed wire (dick grayson)

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a dying fire officially sparked my passion to write for the christmas season, i'm in love !!! darling your account is so magical i'd love u be mutuals <33

would 100% love to <3 i'm so glad it did, can't wait to see what u write!

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a dying fire - tim drake

tim drake x reader, 1.4k words, mentions of weed, vigilante!reader

synopsis: smoking and making out with your best friend is totally normal, mom!

note: early post because i got excited! this is quite literally just a thousand words of me yapping about tim semi-coherently. contains mentions of smoking, it isn't fluffy at all, but i tried really hard and this is the best i could do, i'm so sorry sweet anon </3. i love the characterisation of tim done by @glamourscat so much and i've (attempted) to base my tim off theirs because it's??? so??? good???

Tim Drake was a man of several talents. He was the smartest person alive (according to you, and you were never wrong), he could skateboard with a hand tied behind his back, hell, Ra’s Al Ghul had complimented him (covertly, of course, Mr. I-am-a-supreme-leader would never compliment anyone to their faces), and of course, he was the best partner to have on the field. 

Of course, you weren’t biased at all, how could you be when you were one of the only people who could testify that claim (aside from Brucey, Steph and Dick—maybe—but you were the coolest. Steph was a close second, of course). The fact that he was your best friend, your ride-or-die (bi or die, if you would), both in and out of costume all added to the fact that you were the best person to decide this. Period. 

One of these several talents included rolling the finest blunt seen to mankind, second only to the man who rolled it in terms of sexiness, and lifting your mood up with little kisses along your shoulders whenever you were tense after a bad mission. Think of it like a ritual of sorts: missions go bad, you get yelled at, smoke a blunt from Tim’s hand. A holy trinity if you will and your favourite, especially when it ended up with Tim kissing from your shoulder all the way up to right under your ear before nibbling on that spot till you gasped. Last week, That turned into making out till you both eventually passed out, limbs tangled and his head resting on your chest. 

You two never spoke about it after it happened, but that didn’t stop the both of you from repeating it.  Why would it? There was no downside to this aside from ‘elevating’ the both of you and your moods (because as much as Tim claimed to do it just for you, you knew that wasn’t the whole truth, not with the way his shoulders relaxed or with the way his face lit up when you came to his apartment. He carried the burden of bad missions just as much as you did, if not more, he just never showed it out loud). And so, this became a ritual even if there wasn’t a bad mission or a bad patrol, just something you did with your best friend forever: smoke, makeout, and then fall asleep tangled in each other’s embrace. Slowly, (for the sake of both your healths), smoking was replaced with video games and this became a weekly ritual, where Tim would fight god if he had to for making take for this. Luckily he never had to because Alfred took the joy of Tim taking regular (weekly) breaks where he slept through the night, and never let Tim opt out of it.

Perfect for you, honestly.

And still, there are days when the old ritual came back, and it was back to: missions go bad, you get yelled at, smoke a blunt from Tim’s hand. An optimist would hope those days were rare and preferably not existent during the #holidayszn, however, a Gothamite would know that Gotham gets worse around Christmas, because just like Mariah Carey, Mr. Freeze wakes up. Unlike Mariah Carey, Mr. Freeze does not bring karaoke and laughter with Tim, he brings curses and god-awful puns while terrorizing you, specifically you. 

Now, the thing about being partners with Tim was that missions with him rarely went wrong, because everything was planned to a T with multiple explosions and Batman not being able to say much about him because what, would he ground you? (Timothy ‘I’m an adult’ Drake and you, never his child in the first place) and they always technically follow his rules. Patrol, however, is a different story, especially with you and Tim’s patrol routes being forcefully torn apart during the holidays by Batman (he who is allergic to songs and had Mariah Carey blasted in his ear after he had just fallen asleep as a consequence of his actions) after you two were karaoking christmas songs to Calendar Man. 

And unfortunately, as much as you were good in your own right, Mr. Freeze hates you a little too much. Enough to ambush your patrol route with his very own version of your Christmas Gift, which led to a one-sided bicker contest, while you taunted him and Mr. Freeze kept hitting you time and time again. He had decided to do this at the end of what you called the longest patrol of your life, with you already somewhat injured and exhausted, because of course he had! You were his favourite one in Gotham. Unable to land any hits on him—listen, it was his new fancy ice device, okay? That thing did not let you get near him at all, plus you didn’t want to take him solo while already sporting a few injuries—you just continued to play a game of taunt and dodge while requesting Oracle for back up.

And just as you slipped on the ice, Mr. Freeze screamed in a pitch that made you wonder if Mariah Carey was just him facetuned. Looking up from your position, you saw Tim as Red Robin, absolutely kicking his ass. The look on his face was feral, and in all seriousness, kind of scared you because just for a moment there, Tim looked like he was out for blood. Things progressed in a blur after that, and you remained unable to get that look of his out of your head. Even as Bruce reprimanded you for being reckless earlier, even as Alfred checks you for a concussion, Tim’s face just stays there. The man himself can tell something is wrong, of course he can, he’s Tim Drake and he’s been standing next to you since you got back. You reckon he also knows you won’t tell him what’s genuinely wrong since it’s you and you never do, so he does the best he can and silently motions for you to follow him back home for your original ritual. It’s the best he can do because the only thing he wants to do right now is get that frown off your face, and anything works, as long as you’re smiling and okay. 

The hesitation that precedes your agreement isn’t lost on him, but Tim decides that he can delve on it when you two aren’t together and all he has in front of him is the memory of your arms around his body. 

There’s something largely different about that night, you realise, as you snuggle into his blanket at his apartment. The fireplace is lit up for the first time in years, your stocking is up right besides Tim’s and he’s not gone to roll a blunt, but you collect the hot chocolate you two ordered. Your hair is wet from the shower earlier and the open window definitely doesn’t scream no sickness, but the fire is keeping you warm as you desperately try to push that image out of your brain. You’re not sure why you’re so fixated on it: you’ve known Tim is a little scoundrel all your life, you’ve known he’s dangerous and smart, but that fight was different. It marked the first time you felt afraid of him. Maybe that’s how Tim looks when he’s mad, maybe that’s the look on his face Ra’s saw when the league had kidnapped you. Maybe he’s always been like that, but you were too lovesick to notice.

Despite that, however, you remind yourself that he’s the same as the Tim that fell down when he tried teaching you how to skate because you tripped on him, the same one that wordlessly ordered hot chocolate for you while lighting up the fireplace for the first time since he bought the apartment. Tim’s as full of love as he is of contempt and gods, you feel stupid for not noticing it sooner. 

You are swiftly pulled out of your overthinking with Tim pulling you into his arms and nuzzling into your neck. There’s two cups of hot chocolate in front of you and Mariah Carey’s music videos que-ed to start as the clock strikes midnight: Christmas Day. With a soft smile, you relax into his arms before flicking his forehead, Tim laughs before kissing along your neck before he gets to your face, littering it with kisses. 

Tomorrow, you will deal with whatever you felt back then. Tomorrow, Tim will analyze the situation head to toe, but tonight? You have hot chocolate and Mariah Carey to fall asleep to whilst he holds you (fully knowing that somewhere in the night, you two will end up switching with his head on your chest). 

Late at night, as the fire finally dies out, you no longer feel cold.

[inmoonsblood]

If it hasn't been filled yet, could I request Leo Valdez for "15th - a crying kiss"?

Im thinking maybe it's set on the Argo ll and they just had a run-in with some monsters (you can choose). Either reader or Leo almost get severely injured or almost die, so they are cuddled extra close when it comes time to sleep.

If you choose to do this, thank you🫶

hi ml! i did just close reqs for these prompts, + crying kiss is going to be an open ended, chara x reader thing! though, if you're okay with it, i can do that as an external req!! maybe not argo ii but something along those lines. does that work?

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final list! i added three of the characters myself + added an open ended question & removed a prompt. this isn't to say it's the last list, if you have any prompts with any characters, send them in!

if you feel far from god, who moved?

in the light of a new rise in my motivation as well as the time to do something about it, i want to write more and i also have zero idea what to write about, so here's a list of prompts i took from pinterest! * they are not mine, credit goes to whoever they belong to!

send in characters for these prompts (example: luke castellan + 5, etc) + any other external requests you have!

here's a list of characters i write for & what i will/won't write — ✸

5th - a dying fire (tim drake)

7th - thin blankets (luke castellan)

9th - a storm (dick grayson)

10th - the old oak tree (luke castellan)

11th - the scar (bruce wayne)

13th - broken glass (leo valdez)

15th - a crying kiss (open)

16th - running water (jason todd)

18th - barbed wire (dick grayson)

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hii im not sure if im doing this right but i saw your prompt request thingy and i wondered if you could write about dick grayson with number 7 (a storm) or 9 (a scar) and maybe hurt/comfort but you can basically write whatever inspires you

hi my love, i think you've confused the numbers so i'm going to go with the prompts in the brackets! a scar is taken so i'll add dick grayson for storm, which is 9th <3 i hope that's ok, please let me know if it isn't / if u wanted something else

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Dick Grayson +18

🫡🫡 done

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Luke castellan +7

🫡 added it!

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Hii could I get Tim drake for ur new event +5 and could u make it fluffy pls tyyy

🫡🫡 done! it’s been ages since i’ve written fluff though so be nice to me </3

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Bruce Wayne for the 11th? 😊

🫡 done !

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Hiii I saw you wanted requests so here I am with a vision :D

I was thinking of a Leo valdez x Daughter of Hades reader with the prompt 13 "broken glass". Cuz like leo is such a broken character in the books (i acc cried over him lmao) . I dont mind the storyline I just like a LOT of fluff.

im so excited to see what you come up with :DDD

🫡🫡 your wish is my command !! will be out then, just let me know if you’d want to be tagged or not!

[inmoonsblood]

if you feel far from god, who moved?

in the light of a new rise in my motivation as well as the time to do something about it, i want to write more and i also have zero idea what to write about, so here's a list of prompts i took from pinterest! * they are not mine, credit goes to whoever they belong to!

send in characters for these prompts (example: luke castellan + 5, etc) + any other external requests you have!

here's a list of characters i write for & what i will/won't write — ✸

5th - a dying fire (tim drake)

7th - thin blankets (luke castellan)

9th - a storm (dick grayson)

10th - the old oak tree (luke castellan)

11th - the scar (bruce wayne)

13th - broken glass (leo valdez)

15th - a crying kiss (open)

16th - running water (jason todd)

18th - barbed wire (dick grayson)

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* most of my works . i’ve realised i don’t like many of them anymore

going to repost all my works from @the-ink-of-roses && @urlocalpari before deleting them off there! it's been years but i want to edit them + organise my account a bit !!

hopefully post that i can get back to writing! the goal is to write a christmas & halloween series, i might release a list for charas in a bit, so feel free to drop suggestions to me! any/all ideas are open

main : @udiudijaye + reblog account @girlreblogs