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Specific headcanons--Go!

Put one (or more) of these in my ask box, and I’ll answer them!

☾ : Sleep headcanon

☠ : Drinking/drunk headcanon

☼ : Childhood headcanon

☯ : Genderbent headcanon

⋆ : Sex headcanon

☮ : Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

☄ : Any AU headcanon (modern, school, medieval, and so on)

♤ :  Cooking headcanon

☻ : Mood headcanon

♒ : Any other question of your choosing

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actionesfidei:

Basil had a bit of a headache from reading old books for most part of the previous night until early morning. Having had little to no sleep made it hard to keep up with his day, which was why he had decided to head back to the barracks attributed to his cohort and take a quick nap while everyone was out and about.

It must have been ten or fifteen minutes when he heard a voice calling his name and felt around for his glasses, putting them on before he could make an ass of himself by not replying with the proper vocabulary to the wrong person. Luckily for the son of Apollon, it was a friendly face that greeted him and he let out a sigh. “Al. Over there, I’m… rehearsing for a drama representation. I’m playing the part of a stranded whale.”

          he let out a breath of relief that he didn’t know that he was holding in, his shoulders visibly losing their tension. “is that what you were doing?” alabaster asked, sinking into a chair across from his friend’s bed. a small, bemused smile flickered over his features before fading again. he swiveled on the chair, knowing that he had most likely just woken up basil. “is this a bad time? i can come back later.”

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diesvalentini:

In what universe would Valentina have ordered tea in a coffee shop? She gulped the disgusting sip down, and set the drink away from her, preparing to charm the barista into giving her another one for free. That was before she spotted the man in front of her - with her coffee, her name on the cup. “ Oh, that explains it. ” She wrinkled her nose at the cup on the table. “ I’m sure if we explain it to the barista, she’ll give us others on the house. ” She didn’t wait for his response as she made her way to the counter, too lazy to stand in line again. 

          alabaster only followed wordlessly, the hint of a bemused expression on his face at her obvious distaste. he was slightly confused as to what she meant---it was most likely their fault that they had switched taken each other’s drinks, not the barista’s. he weaved through the line after her, muttering a few apologies---unsure of what was coming next.

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ellaofmckinley:

stavrodromi:

     Rolling her eyes at its fullest, the youngest child of magic grumbled under her breath, ❝Well, now, you’re just showing off.❞ Her lips twitched in amusement at the awful attempt at a British accent of her brother, shaking her head in resignation in return. ❝I’m pretty sure I am, Al. But that won’t stop me from trying, though.❞

     Partially oblivious to the wary tension between her two siblings, Marcellina scratched up their expressions as something akin to what people might see in a stranger at first glance. She wanted to smack herself; right. There’s this whole duality thing with the gods that somehow birthed to two separate camps — so the possibility of them probably not knowing each other were marginally wide. ❝I met him in the Labyrinth, which is kinda a long story. Which also leads to him teaching me magic as well. So here we are.❞

Ella looked between the two of them as they exchanged words before her eyes zeroed in on the tattoo on Al’s arm. Seven black lines for seven years of service. There was no doubt in her mind about who this brother of theirs was and Ella had to hold herself back from slapping his outstretched hand away. So this was the child of Hecate that had led half their siblings to death and run away when it was all over. He didn’t look like much but for magic you didn’t need to look tough or be covered in muscles, it all about that inner strength and power. She was still looking at arms – at those stupid lines – as Macry spoke which made Ella frown a little more. Ignoring his hand she said, “Ella.” Turning to Marcellina she asked, “Why were you in the Labyrinth exactly?”

          when ella glanced at the tattoo and her eyes narrowed, alabaster was able to tell that ella knew, and he vaguely wondered what else she might have known. but seven years did mean seven years of service---seven years of hard work and loyalty. alabaster knew better than to answer ella’s question when it was directed so pointedly to marcy, but he met ella’s eyes, trying to evoke that to her, silently pleading that she would keep a secret for a stranger---or, an enemy---for at least a few moments longer.

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geokinesisms:

Still impressed by Alabaster’s handling of the situation, Hazel turned to see the demigod stomp away, following him with her eyes until he was out of sight. Of course, the situation was getting out of hand; even she knew that. Reyna did too. “As much as I’d hate to bother her, you’re right. She knows of the tension, obviously, but every incident must be reported.” It was her duty as both centurion and loyal friend to her praetor.

          any semblance of tiredness or drowsiness alabaster had been feeling earlier was gone. he gave hazel a sideways look. “has this been happening for you too?” he couldn’t help but asking. 

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malachite

malachite ↝ has your muse ever done anything that they winded up feeling incredibly guilty for in the end?

i mean,,, i guess he could have once stolen a paper clip off his dean’s desk back in college? but,,, idk. that’s a bit of a stretch, so i guess the answer is no?

send me a color! (see list here)

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colorful headcanons.

( send me a copic color for a headcanon )

frost blue: does your muse enjoy the snow and cold? or are they the type to enjoy summer more?

peacock blue: is your muse honest? what sorts of lies do they tell, if not?

lapis lazuli: does your muse prefer the idea of exploring the depths of the oceans, or the boundless expanses of space more?

reddish brass: how likely is your muse to step up and take the role of a leader? are they willing to take the challenge, or are they more apt to being a follower?

burnt umber: how stable is your muse, mentally and/or emotionally?

champagne: does your muse drink (alcohol)? are they a heavy drinker, if so?

tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?

malachite: has your muse ever done anything that they winded up feeling incredibly guilty for in the end?

olive: is your muse prone to feeling envious of others? if yes, what is it that they typically feel envious over?

vermillion: is your muse courageous, or would they consider themselves to be more of a coward?

coral: what is your muse's romantic and sexual orientations?

bougainvillaea: would your muse consider themselves as blunt, or do they beat around the bush instead?

currant: what's something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, ect)?

crimson: how passionate is your muse about the things they love most?

raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?

baby blossoms: does your muse have a favorite scent? what is it, and why?

mallow: what sorts of things might remind your muse of those close to them? any scents, objects, sounds?

aubergine: does your muse prefer the day, or are they more of a night-owl?

acacia: how much does it take for your muse to hate someone?

cadmium yellow: what subjects or topics does your muse avoid, because they bring up harmful / painful memories?

honey: when your muse loves someone (whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial love), how do they show it?

chartreuse: if you had to describe your muse with a color, what color would it be and why?

anise: when it comes to self-care, what does your muse do to take care of themselves? do they take care to spend time on it, or do they feel they don't deserve it?

new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?

moss: how easily does your muse adapt to any new situations they're thrust into?

silk: does your muse care about appearances much? do they spend a lot of time on their own appearance, or do they just go with the flow each day?

sanguine: does your muse typically have an optimistic, pessimistic, or some middle ground outlook on life?

atoll: if your muse could go anywhere, without any restrictions whatsoever, where would they go? why would they go there?

cool grey: if your muse could ensure one thing for certain in their future to come, what would it be?

black: does your muse have a 'bucket list?' list some things your muse wants to accomplish before they die.

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So how many people did you kill when you were with the Titans?

          his eyes glance away before he looks back at the person speaking, but he doesn’t try to deny it. “i’m don’t see how that is relevant to you,” he says in a low and almost warning tone.

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❝Seasons change, baby — but Al's sense of fashion don't.❞ —Jenny

❝fashions change, style is eternal.❞ — yves saint laurent

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Crocs? Really?

          he glanced down at his shoes. “i don’t understand why so many people are that surprised? you can’t expect me to wear my nicest shoes to the labyrinth. they’re closed-toe, comfortable, and versatile.”

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jolellyfish:

Even though it had been somewhat silly of Al to appear so concerned, it did bring a warm feeling to Jolene to know that on some level he did care about her and her well-being. Unfortunately it seemed like it just hadn’t been enough. Her face fell in the slightest as she confirmed Al’s question. “No, still just me,” she said with a forced half-smile. Family was something she wanted more than anything, though she wouldn’t readily admit that to anyone…not even herself. But as Al’s news of siblings were brought up she visibly brightened. “No way!” She reached out a hand to shove him playfully, as if she blamed him for not telling her earlier of siblings he hadn’t known about. “How many? What are their names? Are you pretty much a grandpa to them? Old man.” Of course she’d always suspected that Al was of Hecate and therefore Greek descent, but it meant a lot to Jolene to know for certain that he trusted her enough to confirm said suspicion. Was it better that she act as if it wasn’t a big deal though? She didn’t want to make him clam up or uncomfortable.

Thankfully the server helped her not make a decision, as just then a young woman approached their table with a notepad. “Hi there, and welcome! I’m Holly, and I’ll be your serve tonight. Could I start you off with some brinks or something? Or are you ready to order?” The girl had been watching them every once and a while. She was a friend of Lydia’s and had been told this blind date had been set up. Immediately she had made it her mission to make sure these two ended up married one day, and was personally invested. “And might I say that the two of you make such a cute couple.”

          alabaster relaxed into his chair, a small smile appearing on his face when his admittance was met with enthusiasm and not suspicion. “well, there’s marcy, and then---” he paused. “ella.” rubbing a hand over his face, he sighed. “she doesn’t like me very much, though,” he admitted.

he opened his mouth to continue when their server stopped by their table, in a whirlwind of exuberance and floral perfume. at holly’s next words, he coughed awkwardly. “i think we’re ready to order?” alabaster met jolene’s eyes, and then cleared his throat. “and---um---we’re not a couple,” he said almost apologetically.

“my apologies,” holly responded, visibly flustered, and alabaster resisted the urge to wince and instead tried to assuage the waitress. “it’s all right,” he said quickly, ducking his head down to look at the menu because he didn’t want to know what jolene’s face looked like right then. he could feel his ears reddening. “i guess, i’ll have the salmon.”

hard feelings. | alabaster & jolene

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gatewaytog:

“For the most part,” Spyro parroted quietly. The advice he was given made sense, even though he was glad he could talk openly with someone who seemed to understand how strange some things were. “It just sounds weird to me. Gods not being mindful of familial ties I understand, but actual humans? Avoiding making children with your own ancestor, that should be common sense.” Looking out at the body of water in front of him, he rested his chin above his knees, arms keeping his legs in place. “It’s just strange having to call another place home when it’s so like your previous home but also different. Not that Camp Half Blood was really home, but it stays with you, you know?”

         he smiled. “right? it’s strange, especially from a greek viewpoint, since campers were once led to believe that it was rare to live past twenty, let alone have children and grandchildren.” alabaster could remember the first time he had seen new rome and realized that some of the legionnaires had extended families---siblings, grandparents, mothers and fathers. crouching down on the bank next to the other demigod, alabaster nodded in agreement. “it’s different here, but it’s not so bad. it’s easier to learn to trust people who might not share your godly parentage, and easier for them to trust you. there’s less of a divide, and that can be a blessing, especially when you first arrive.”

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—closed starter for @diesvalentini

          it was only after al had already taken a sip of his order that he realized that it wasn’t his tea, or tea at all for that matter. 

approaching the brunette who must have taken his order just before he had taken hers, he said, “it’s chai,” and gave her an apologetic smile. “i could have sworn that they had called al, but i must have heard incorrectly. i can get you another one on me as an apology, if you’d like?”

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           feeling relieved, if not a little foolish, alabaster looked down at his menu again. "i wouldn't know, my dates rarely end so horribly," he said in mock-offense. he couldn't help but remember their first blind date, where he had literally somehow set a neighboring tablecloth on fire. at least this was going somewhat better than that one had. "you haven't even met any summanus kids, then? even with the recall?" he asked offhandedly, and then he hesitated.

playing with the edges of his menu, he continued. "so i---" he cleared his throat. "i met some hecate siblings the other day---no one i knew from before, but..." he trailed off, and the implications behind his words were clear. while he had never told either basil or jolene concretely where he had come from (and though he didn't doubt that they must have at least suspected that he was from the greek camp), he had never actually admitted to it until now. but he would rather that they heard it from him than strangers, and since basil already knew, there was no point in delaying jolene's awareness of it as well.

hard feelings. | alabaster & jolene

sonofmagic:

          dropping his gaze back down to the menu in front of him, he let out a thoughtful noise. “so, is ordering a carbonara with dairy cream sauce and bacon now considered veganism?” it was effortless to quip back and forth like this, they had been friends for a long time, even before they started dating—and al had missed this. he didn’t want to go as far as to say that he missed them, that would sound much too morose and melodramatic, but it was true, wasn’t it?

he caught on to the end of her reply, and his brows furrowed. “wait, did something happen?” alabaster asked, and he hated that even a few months ago he would have been one of the first people jolene would have confided in if anything was wrong, but now he had lost that privilege.

A slight sigh of relief came as Al looked once more to the menu. Eye contact with him was proving to be harder after not seeing him apart from their one other disastrous dinner since their break up. “Yes. Yes, it is.” Jolene answered with a stubborn half-smile. It was still easy— this whole talking with him as if there were nothing in the world but them. But the fact that it was still so easy only made her miss him more. “And you will be tried and punished for your crime.”

“Oh gods Al, I’m joking,” Jolene said with a somewhat confused look. Did Al really think she’d mysteriously gained a family in only the three months since they’d parted? “You know that whole— a friend calls me in the middle of a meal to fake an emergency because it’s going horribly wrong. Where would I have found a family anyway?” she chuckled at her expense. It was rather obvious she didn’t have any connections to the outside world that she maintained. After all she’d spent practically every holiday at Camp Jupiter since she’d arrived, never visiting family like almost everyone else did.

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          alabaster turned towards the stranger who had just spoken. “it’s not all that special, you don’t have to lie,” he said with a quirk of his lips. “it’s your first time in the area, then?”

“So this is where the Romans live, huh?” She looked around, studying her surroudings. “Not bad I guess.”

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geokinesisms:

Watching Alabaster deal with the younger demigods was fascinating, to say the least. It was as if he was in charge every day, which was true, in a way, since Hazel had put him in charge of troops venturing into the Labyrinth. She knew she could count on him, and this just proved to her how right she had been to trust him in the first place. “ This is a prime example of how we shouldn’t handle these issues. Now, would you like us to get Reyna, or do you want us to personally sew you in a sack of weasels? ” Her tone was threatening, but Hazel wouldn’t actually punish the demigods personally. But they didn’t know that.

           grumbling as they turned from each other, the two demigods separated, and alabaster was relieved to see that one of them stomped off the arena and into the armory while the other remained seated on the bench sipping a bottle of water. “that’s not good,” alabaster noted as he turned back towards hazel. “we should probably let reyna know that it’s getting like this, though she might already know.”

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jolellyfish:

Again a wide smile split across Jolene’s lips, one that was generally reserved for when Al had amused her. Hoe long had it been since such a grin had graced her? It had to have been before…that night. The daughter of Summanus had taken to referring to the evening of the disastrous parting as such a phrase, perhaps in hope of distancing herself from the pain that came with it. ‘That night’ had been one she wasn’t all too keen to remember vividly. 

But sitting with Al, hearing him talk as if nothing had changed and this was simply another date night was all too alluring, and before Jolene knew it she was leaning a bit further over the table, obviously more than intrigued with her dining partner. She’d forgotten to think of whether she was being a fool or not, which was unfortunate. After all, fool me once shame on you but fool me twice… If she fell again there would be no on to blame but herself. But it was hard to think of falling when Alabaster’s little twitch of his lips made it feel as if she were amongst the clouds.

“Anything but the steak?” she echoed with a joking outrage. There had been a split second too long between his comment and her answer when she’d been too caught up in savoring the eye-contact he’d made over the menu. “Well maybe Lydia doesn’t know how to pick them then,” she teased back. “Don’t go telling me she’s set me up with one of those vegans.” In truth, Jolene didn’t care all that much about whether a person was vegan or not, but it was too fun to pretend as if they were simply two new people on a blind date— as if every time she saw Al she had to fight the urge to curl up into a ball and try and urge the pain of losing him away. “Off topic but- if I get a call during dinner about a ‘family emergency’ it’s by all means entirely legitimate.”

          dropping his gaze back down to the menu in front of him, he let out a thoughtful noise. “so, is ordering a carbonara with dairy cream sauce and bacon now considered veganism?” it was effortless to quip back and forth like this, they had been friends for a long time, even before they started dating---and al had missed this. he didn’t want to go as far as to say that he missed them, that would sound much too morose and melodramatic, but it was true, wasn’t it?

he caught on to the end of her reply, and his brows furrowed. “wait, did something happen?” alabaster asked, and he hated that even a few months ago he would have been one of the first people jolene would have confided in if anything was wrong, but now he had lost that privilege.

hard feelings. | alabaster & jolene