#poseidon is a bottom movement

[nofingjustaninchident]

omg Leah tysm for doing this event ily. Hear me out, Jason proposing to gf!reader, when she's not really having a good day, and feels down (maybe the reason could be that her friends left her out on plans or something but it could be anything, really). But Jason just ironically makes it her best day ever with his secret sweetly planned proposal ahhh 🥹🩷

ᯓ★ id marry you with paper rings

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

pairing jason grace x daughter of poseidon!reader

summary worst. day. ever. or maybe not.

warnings nah, just fluff

authors note this one was so cute to write omggg

now listening to paper rings by taylor swift

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

The day had been rough. Y/n was sitting on the couch, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on her. Her friends had, once again, gone out without her, leaving her feeling lonely and left out. Just to match, her whole week at work had been extremely bad, and now she felt like a good old piece of shit.  

The gloom settled over her like a heavy blanket, and no amount of distraction seemed to lift it. Her boyfriend, Jason, was also not home, as he had to spend most of his days at one of the camps – sometimes even both of them.  

To lift her mood a little bit, she heard the key turning on the front door, immediately bringing a smile to her lips. Jason walked into the room, smiling down at your slumped form on the couch. He was beaming with an enormous bouquet of her favorite flowers in hand.  

Unfortunately or not, he could read her like a book, and the sadness in her eyes was impossible to miss. His smile disappeared almost as fast as it came and he went straight to her, enveloping her in his embrace.  

Ever since the war ended, he’d been so afraid to lose another friend because he wasn’t strong or powerful enough to protect them, that he’d been training a whole lot harder, which made his hugs so so more comfortable. 

She shrugged, leaning into his embrace. “Just… feeling down. My friends went out without me again. I don’t know, it just sucks.” 

Jason’s heart ached seeing her like this. He hated knowing she was hurt, but he also knew he had the perfect way to turn her day around. He had been planning this for weeks, waiting for the right moment. Maybe today, despite its rough start, could end on the best note possible. 

“Hey, how about we go for a walk?” he suggested, his tone light. “Fresh air might help.” 

Y/n looked at him, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Okay, that sounds nice.” 

They both put on their jackets and headed out, Jason holding her hand firmly in his. Maybe she was a little paranoid, sure, but his hand was a little sweaty, and she could swear that he seemed a little nervous; he kept looking around as they walked, biting down on his bottom lip and often squeezing her hand. She decided to ignore 

They ended up on the beach. He put a blanket on the sand and they sat there, holding hands as they stared out at the beautiful sea. For a moment, they chatted about their days, a few jokes and stolen kisses were shared.  

Until Jason suddenly stiffened as he stared right into y/n’s eyes. “Hey, babe, I, uh... I gotta tell you something.” He said. 

Y/n raised one eyebrow at him, suddenly afraid. She hoped that it wasn’t anything bad, but she couldn't help but think about her current luck. Her friends leaving her, her favorite coworker getting fired... Jason wouldn’t leave her, too. Right? “What is it?”  

He got up, pulling her with him. She tilted her head to the side. She had absolutely no idea what to expect with that.  

Until he smiled and reached out to his pocked. She followed his hands’ movements, until he pulled a small, velvet box from his jeans. Her breath hitched, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes as she saw the scene she wanted to see for god knows how long: Jason Grace, the praetor of the Twelfth Legion, getting down on one knee.  

He looked up at her with all the love in the world as he spoke, a speech that was as engraved in his mind as the words of the Prophecy of The Seven.  

“Y/n, my love. You've been making me the happiest man on earth ever since I woke up in that bus holding your hand. Every moment we’ve spent together has been the best of my life. From the laughter we share to the challenges we’ve faced, you’ve been my rock, my joy, and my reason to smile every day. You’ve shown me what love truly means - how it’s not just about the good times but also about sticking together through the tough ones. Your strength, kindness, and endless patience never cease to amaze me. You’ve made me a better person, and I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”  

As his words started to sink in, her heart swelled with love and affection. The tears were already falling down her cheeks, and she couldn’t wait to say the words that’d change her life.  

“Y/n, you’re the light of my day and the breeze of my nights. I can’t wait to build a family with you. Would you give me the honor of accepting me as your husband?” He finally asked, smiling as never before.  

“Gods, yes!” She said, throwing herself on his arms. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! I love you so much, love you, love you so much.” She muttered into his neck, bawling her eyes out as he hugged her.  

She hadn’t seen the ring, with all the tears and the emotion that was making her mind spin. But she was sure that anything with him would be perfect.  

He pulled away to slip the ring on her ring finger. It was a tourmaline, her father’s gemstone. She looked at him with pure awe as she thought about all the times she told him how that was her favorite stone. Gods, she loved him more than she could imagine.  

And she couldn’t wait to spend her life with him.  

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

this was pulled out of my head on the Discord and decided to share here ^-^

My ranking of godly parents

1) Apollo

this just goes without saying. do i even need to explain?

ONWARDS!

2) Dionysus

cried when his son was killed. asked percy to keep other son safe. is seen eating with his sons in CHB.

3) Aphrodite

helps Piper and her friends on their quest. helps the Seven on their quest. the only bit of bad parenting i remember is forcing piper into clothes she doesn't like.

also Aphrodite is a good mom in the mythology so

4) Hera

#unpopular opinion with wider fandom

Juno is Jason's mom. fight me.

She is actively mourning his death, something Zeus DID NOT do, and helped Jason out as much as she could.

also Hera gets way too much flak from the fandom

5) Hephaestus

keeps an eye on his kids. points taken off for little contact with them, but it's kinda understandable because of his social awkwardness.

6) Ares

#unpopular opinion with wider fandom

"he was gonna hit Clarisse!" was he though? or is it implied Clarisse was raised in an abusive home so when Ares made any sudden movements she would react like she would be hit?

also he gives her not one, but TWO electric spears and his blessing. he provides her armor when she has none.

Ares is a good dad fight me. also it's canon in mythology

Mars is also a good dad, but everyone already knows that.

7) Poseidon

#unpopular opinion with wider fandom

first thing he tells percy is that he wishes he was never born. granted, it was more foot-in-mouth but come on. you've had kids for a WHILE Poseidon you should know not to say things like that.

points for saving Percy a few times (The Arch, Princess Andromeda) but it's probably really easier to give a helping hand to your mortal kids when you only have one mortal kid who hasn't done anything to screw up his or your name. eyes what happened with Theseus

i have other points of contention but i'll stop here.

8) Hades

#unpopular opinion with wider fandom

said he wished Bianca was alive instead of Nico. granted he regrets it so points there but YOU DO NOT SAY THAT TO A CHILD DAMMIT

i don't consider tsats canon but what the fuck was up with that shit. be glad i didn't consider that or he'd be sent towards the very bottom of this list for sending his son to hell on purpose.

9) Hermes

#unpopular opinion with wider fandom

bro fixated WAY too much on Luke and ignored his other kids. coughs in Didn't Claim Chris coughs in Ignored Connor and Travis when they were right in front of him coughs

10) Demeter

absent parent. didn't bother to help Meg or Lityerses, resulting them being raised in abusive households (Nero & Midas/Commodus)

11) Athena

in the words of Stixlx on the Discord: "she sends her kids to die like soldiers rather than kids"

12) Zeus

an abuser is an abuser. therefore he gets dead last.

he also saved thalia but didn't save jason, so there's that too.

[livingmydreamlife5555]

MHA Dr #3

Name: Apollo Kamiyama

Birthday: January 24th

Height: 5'7"

Appearance: Low-key just a pretty boy. Imma add some art breeder photos at the bottom for more visuals of like my facial features. I combined multiple ones into a few that I liked. But yeah, I'm really pretty and I have freckles and curly hair 😻😻 me and midoriya twinning 🫶🏾🫶🏾 scripted that I remind people of the actual God Apollo if he was a human on Earth

Backstory: This one is a very interesting backstory lol. Long story short, my parents were devoted worshippers of the Greek gods. To show their devotion, they allowed the gods to bless me, aka their first child. So I have the blessings of the gods, like Percy Jackson type blessings, as if I were their child. They named me Apollo in honor of the first god they worked with. But that's not all 😏. They wanted me to become one of the greatest heroes. I was born with no quirk, so they gave me an advanced version of my parents quirks with some blessings of course. And that's how you get the gamer system, but the version from the web novel "Solo Leveling". I was born in Nigeria, but moved to America and did school there. I moved to Japan to do highschool at UA of course 💪🏾💪🏾. Don't know if imma actually script siblings, I already have some here 😭

Quirk: My life is mostly like a RPG player. I have quests I receive from the 12 gods themselves and some others. I can do anything a RPG player can do. The gods can open gates like in the webnovel solo leveling which the Gods open the gates to help me get stronger, with mythical greek monsters too. After my first gate, which the Gods use to test me, I get the skill shadow extraction, like from solo leveling. Anytime I defeat a monster, I can resurrect them to join my army under my command. In the original they are black and blue, but I scripted them to white and gold. The gates that the gods spawn can only be seen by me, and if I want others to see them then they could. The blessings I got from the gods show up as passive skills in my system (This whole quirk makes more sense if you read up on the main character's power).

Voice claim: Probably more higher than I sound in my other realities. I scripted something around Kenma Asmodeus (obey me), and Milo thatch combined. Just soft, pretty and angelic. "I sound like a beautiful tune from the instruments that the God Apollo would perfectly play" quite literally from my script

Extra info-

here are all the blessings and what they actually do (I don't get them all at once. There are six I get first, then I get the rest later on. They can grow from there too)

Zeus ⚡- power to control all elements (I start with the 4 basics, before moving into Lightning, metal, etc.)

Hera 🦚 - blessed with a loving relationship in my family

Poseidon 🔱 - power to breath underwater and and summon water beings on command

Hades 💀 - (couldn't really decide on one from him. But just something not over the top.)

Aphrodite 🦪 - the gift of absolute beauty and power to uncover the emotions hidden deep in one's soul

Apollo ☀️ - blessed with the voice of an angel and the powers of healing. My smile is like a beacon of light and shall illuminate the darkest of nights and usher hope for anyone.

Artemis 🌙 - blessed with the instincts of the best hunter, when needed. I shall radiate with calming light, soothing the ones around me.

Athena 🫒 - blessed with the gift of knowledge and learning capabilities. I can solve any puzzles and learn anything very quickly.

Hephaestus ⚒️ - blessed with the ability to forge anything with the right materials. I know how to use any weapon.

Hestia 🔥 - blessed with the burning desire to bring justice and gifted with the eternal flame.

Hermes 🪽 - blessed with the ability to tell if a person is pure of heart and tell if they are lying. I have the movements of water and can build up to the speed of light.

Demeter 🌿 - blessed with the power to control plant life and animals. Anywhere I go, the place shall prosper

Dionysus 🍷 - blessed with the ability to create anything only when in need. I can always find food

Ares ⚔️ - blessed with the power to solve any crisis and instill chaos when needed.

i have a more androgynous beauty in this Dr. Got a lot of beauty from Aphrodite of course 🙏🏾

I can also communicate with the gods as well and they come like little inboxes in my gamer systems.

I might script that we are rich, but just depends on how I'm feeling.

I have the same skills from the other drs obviously.

Welp that's it for this reality. This is also a really good way to reconnect with myself in my other realities too. Below are the art breeder pics of me. One more to gooo

-Honey out 🍯🍯🍯

[cafeinthemoon]

King - Chapter IX

Chapter 9

Wordcount 3,4k

Title Misguided Behavior

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 🖤

Warnings: Poseidon is his own warning; non explicit sex; mentions of deep waters and fear of drowning

Tagging @cloveradora @the-dumber-scaramouche @mikkies @sl33py-zer0 @nooneknows8976 (If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N. A. Finally I'm getting the feeling that the story is moving forward! Yay! Here we have a small, yet important revelation about reader's past, and a peculiar confession from Poseidon, to say the least 😅 Then, a place I've waited so long to introduce to you: the Sea Library, which I'm sure would make the Beauty and the Beast's one seem modest in comparison haha And, finally, the appearance of a new, essential part of this drama as our reader tries to prepare herself for war...

Hope you enjoy this one, and sorry for making wait ^^

It was like laying on the beach, at the very point where the sand meets the sea, but having a block of marble to support your back instead.

That didn’t mean there was no comfort around you: the water was warm, and its warmth extended to the floor where you were; however, the heat that came from Poseidon’s body felt deeper. And this sensation only increased when you realized that this time things wouldn’t be like the wedding night: now, his mercy has reached its limit and no freedom to move or to breathe would be conceded to you so soon, for his arms squeezed you and his legs kept yours in place, his mouth over yours, making you unable to speak.

Knowing your own limitations, you didn’t even try.

This must be my punishment for the slap.

You closed your eyes, sensing your sight getting dark as a strange noise filled your ears. You never knew if your husband noticed this but, following what he said about keeping what belonged to him intact, he moved away from you, allowing you to fill your lungs with the hot air of the room right before you passed out.

But that was just the beginning.

Getting off you, he sent all the water back to the bathtub with a movement of his hand. You looked around and noticed that the spots touched by the water didn’t remain wet when the waves ceased and returned to the tank, which included your dress, tossed aside by him; you shouldn’t be surprised for witnessing the absolute control that the Lord of the Seas showed over such a small portion of water, but here you were, with your eyes wide open and a ridiculous gaping mouth.

And, of course, that didn’t go unnoticed by him, who chuckled as he took you in his arms and led you to the tub’s interior.

As he walked to the opposite side of the tub, you sensed his feet walking down the stairs on its bottom, and each stair that they touched, the water raised an inch and your heart skipped a beat. In an unconscious move, your body curled over itself on his lap.

Heavens, what he’s planning to do? Is he going to…

Your discomfort wasn’t enough for Poseidon to stop: when he reached the last stair and entered the deepest parts of the tub, he just kept walking inside the water with the same naturalness one would walk on the land, holding you bridal style.

At the point where the water covered his waist and your legs and back, he stopped and made a sudden move to release you into the water.

Something – perhaps the thing that some called the primitive, survival instinct – screamed inside you and forced a physical reaction: you wrapped your arms around Poseidon’s neck, looking away from the water, staring at the bathing area’s entry over his shoulder. Only when the rational side of your mind took over again you realized the shameful position you were put in: with your legs surrounding his waist, the soaked fabric of your underwear clinging to your skin – soaked with only water, you hoped – you were holding on to your husband so tight that you were sure you would’ve suffocated him if he was a human. In other occasions, you would’ve moved away from him immediately, but that time it would mean your death, so you ignored your hurt pride and stood there, trembling.

And the god’s mockery was the price you paid for your safeness.

– So... you cannot swim, dragonet? – he whispered in your ear, each word vibrating with the idea of the frail, rebel human finally bent down, depending on him; and, with all possible disdain, – Pathetic.

You were fighting to control your breath, your shivers and your voice all at once, trying not to reinforce the ridiculous depiction that was just imputed to you, but that was too much.

– Poseidon-sama… – you heard yourself whisper; however, you bit your tongue one second before it started begging him to not release you.

You felt his right arm tightening around your waist, as his left hand caressed the back of your head.

– Hm, what is it? Do you already regret challenging me in my own domain? Are you ready to retract yourself? – his lips left a brief kiss on your lobe – I am eager to find out how your voice sounds when you apologize...

In face of that provocation, what was left of your anger was shaken inside you, so you made no attempts to hold back your words.

– No… – your nails dug in the skin of his shoulders – You will drown me here before you hear me apologize, my Lord!

He laughed.

– Good to see you still have some fight in you, but are you sure about this? – his lips brushed your ear as he spoke – Even with the choppy, deep waters under you?

You sensed a strange movement in the water and gasped.

– You are a though one, more than I gave you credit for – Poseidon continued with his teasing, not hiding his diversion, until a slight change in his tone was sensed, for something awakened his curiosity – Still, it intrigues me: how can you not be able to swim? You were raised in a land where there is access to the sea. Have you never touched its waters?

Given that things have come to this point, it was useless to try and hide this from him now. You let out a sigh and confessed something that has been just a trivial fact about yourself until the moment you were taken to live in that underwater kingdom, when it became as embarrassing as a sin.

– I was raised away from the beach – you explained – My mother never loved the sea, so she would never allow me to come near it. Only after she passed away, I was able to go to the coast, but I always stood close to the sand. And, every time I’ve traveled with my father, we would always go through the land. Because he followed the instructions of my mother, my feet never touched the floor of a ship.

Somehow, speaking about this took off a weight from your shoulders and prepared you for whatever reaction your husband could have. When his verbal response came at last, it sounded more serious than you expected.

– This is the most personal thing you have ever told me about yourself, little dragonet. However, I cannot accept the idea that you never found your mother’s attitude strange, to say the least. How can it be that you have never questioned her? You, who did not think twice before defying me?

You swallowed. He was right, and you knew it – how could you never think of asking your mother about her reasons to stay away from the ocean? Was it a childhood trauma? A nightmare, a prophecy or something more mundane, like a distaste for the sea breeze? Or maybe you’ve tried to question her once or twice, but she simply avoided the theme and you forgot about it?

It is really strange now that I think about it. It’s like, before I was taken to his domains, the sea didn’t matter to me. There were days when I even forgot it exists.

Your silence before those questions was taken as a confirmation that none of this sat right to you, so he just continued to talk, more to himself than to you.

– Besides, I am not satisfied with the fact that you just told me these things in face of death – he held you tighter against himself – You are already mine, you understand? It is not fair that I must appeal to such ways every time I need an answer from you.

When your eyes started to burn, you shut them tight to avoid the tears... all in vain.

Then just don’t ask anything more from me.

– Fair? But how could there be any justice in this? – you started with a mumble, but your tone raised as your words came out – I was chosen to live here, but the choice was not mine! I never wanted to come to your domains! I never wanted to become yours! I never wanted to have this conversation! I never wanted any of this to happen...

A lump appeared in your throat, and you were unable to keep speaking. Suddenly, you felt tired, and your head just fell forward, leaning on your husband’s shoulder. His only response to that – not that you expected anything different – was silence.

It's like someone who watches a child throwing a tantrum. My anger and any of my other feelings mean nothing to him. Is this how a god should behave with us?

When you spoke again, your voice was an exhausted whisper.

– It is important for me to know… My entire reason to exist... it changed when you intervened in my fate, my Lord... I need to know why…

That time, you had a verbal answer from him. A clear, simple answer, but enough to make you gasp in incredulity.

– You still ask me why, my dragonet? The reason is obvious – Poseidon gave you a soft, long kiss on your hair – I love you.

Now, you couldn’t help but obey the impulse of moving away from him, frowning as you stared into his eyes, trying to find the slightest signs of mockery or insanity – and the scariest part of this is that you found none.

That’s not possible! He can’t be serious!

– I don’t believe you… – you mumbled, the sight of his traits blurry by your tears.

However, the god was impassible, as if convincing you of his honesty wasn’t a priority… and, indeed, it wasn’t.

– It does not matter if you believe it or not. It is true – he promptly replied – I love all the women I have taken as my wives, and you are not an exception. I do not touch people for whom I hold no love. But you… – you felt his hand caressing your cheek, his thumb wiping the tears from your face – Despite the instabilities of your human heart, which often led you to a misguided behavior, I can not help but feel love for you.

You remembered Suriah’s words about his love for the women he brought to his house, as well as his dislike for rebel ones, and the possibility of this being true got you scared: following her logic, Poseidon’s love for you must have grown deep in an impossibly short amount of time.

But, well, even though you asked him to kill you, asked not to be impregnated, suggested that he treated his women with injustice and, finally, physically attacked him, he kept assuring you about his feelings, stating that it didn’t matter if you thought he was lying; besides, he has treated with you mercy in some sense: he agreed with your request and didn’t make you carry a child right in your first time with him; he treated you with gentleness after that; heavens, he even killed a man to protect your integrity.

It just didn’t make sense.

And how arrogant of him to dismiss my feelings as “misguided behavior”. Is this how he expects to win my affection?

– Like I said, I don’t believe you, Poseidon-sama – you slowly turned your face away from him, trying to stay out of his hand’s reach – You only feel desire for me, if most. It is not the same thing as love.

Despite your attempt to avoid it, his hand reached your face again, this time holding your chin and making you look into his eyes.

– To me, one does not exist without the other – was his reply – You may understand this in any way you want, but it does not erase the truth of my words…

That moment, you sensed a slow, uneasiness in the water around you. At the same time, your husband approached his mouth from yours, drowning you in a kiss before you had a chance to react.

And then, he moved away just enough to finish his sentence:

– …Neither the truth of my actions.

The agitation you noticed on the water went from subtle to clear, and as it raised until it covered your legs, still wrapped on his waist, you sensed it becoming warmer, as to follow the stream of emotions of its master: in each movement, each wave that touched your skin were the confirmation of his words and the extension of his feelings and thoughts, reaching for you with the same persistence as his mouth on your lips, your neck and your collar, and as his hands going through your body, freeing you from your underwear, making you ready for him.

And you just let him.

I was so willing to drown myself here and escape from him… what happened, then? If I don’t believe in his love, what am I doing here?

As if guessing your thoughts, his voice was heard again, bringing out those very questions.

– Where has your determination gone, dragonet? – he held your jawline, his lips brushing over yours – Have you finally seen the truth, or are you just tired?

Your face burned with that, but you didn’t deny him an answer.

It’s simple.

– No, my Lord…

I don’t believe in your love, but I do believe in your desire. And, because of this...

– It’s too late for me.

***

You were waking in silence through parts of the castle that looked familiar, both in an architectural and energetic sense, having a servant to accompany you.

Though they only happened one or two hours ago, the events of that morning seemed as distant as if they belonged to a remote past now, as much as that empty, long corridor where everything started seemed to be in another building on the other side of the kingdom – and you only hoped that you’d never find yourself anywhere near it again.

Moments after touching you in the bathtub, Poseidon took you out of the water and carried you to bed, leaving you there to rest, all by yourself, as he went to a small office he maintained inside those chambers without giving any explanations about what he intended to do or when he would return, and you, who just wanted to reach the castle’s Library before that day ended, were forced to wait until your husband decided to come back to the bed area and finally give you permission to leave the room, which didn’t happen until a long time.

While you waited, hidden inside the sheets, in the middle of that enormous bed, you recalled the things that happened between you since your arrival.

How could he be so sure that his actions were guided by love when all of them showed no regard for your individuality, your nature and your choices, that is, the least expected from a respectful, reasonable love? Heavens, you were taken away from your home, your family and the life you knew to be confined in the depths of the sea, among dozens of other women who were there only to serve one individual, a man who you’ve never met before and who expected compliance and docility from you above all things! What kind of love was that? Were all the other gods just like this?

Maybe the selkie, Melian, was right. This isn’t an appropriate place for humans to live. We’ve been distant from the gods for so long that it’s impossible to live in peace with them now. We don’t even share similar views on love.

Still... you couldn’t continued to say no to him.

At some point, you just let him hold, touch, take you, reaffirming those twisted feelings towards you which he called love, and even started to enjoy it, lured by the fantasy that they were, in fact, the feelings of a loving husband, and now this attitude had your senses and your judgment contaminated, and you saw yourself unable to wash him away; you kept revisiting the events of earlier, the attentions he gave you, his teasing, his caresses, his seductive whispers, and understood that you might have started developing a sort of addiction, so much that, when the next encounter with him happened – because it would happen – you would no longer be able to put up a fight, not even as a formality.

And the scariest part of this is that I’m already missing him. At least my body is. If only he was normal man… I could even say I’m falling in love.

As you walked, you crossed your arms upon your chest, adjusting the shawl as if you were feeling cold.

The servant glanced at you with a worried expression.

– Is everything alright, y/n-san?

You forced a smile on your face.

– Yes. Thank you.

You weren’t sure you convinced the servant of your well being, but were grateful for her to not insist on that conversation: suddenly changing the subject, she indicated a new direction in your path, stating that the Library wasn’t too far now.

– We just have to go to the end of this corridor and walk down a few stairs – she was saying – The Library’s doors are just ahead.

That information revived your moods, and in a minute or two you were standing before the wide, golden doors of the Sea Library. The servant pushed them by the knobs, two spheres with delicate figures of fishes surrounding them that moved like they were swimming in water as a response to the push, and the doors were opened at last.

You were marveled.

On the large hall of white marble that extended before you, imposing shelves of noble wood, with books of all colors and sizes that filled them up to down, occupied the majority of the space, creating hundreds of corridors through which you knew you could get lost if you just walked into them without trying and memorizing the way. The place, you noticed, was formed by at least three floors, connected between themselves by stairs of the same marble of the hall, leading to shelves even larger than those ones near you.

I could spend my entire life here, and there would be still books to read.

The servant’s voice at your right brought you back to reality.

– Do you need me to wait for you here, y/n-san?

You blinked twice. When you turned to the girl, you saw a clever smile on her lips.

– It’s impressive, isn’t it? – she whispered; and, glancing at the shelves, – You don’t know how privileged you are for being allowed to stay here.

Your throat tightened at those words, but you didn’t want to discuss this with her. You had a work to do. Answering her question, you told her that she could go without you, because you intended to stay there for a long time, and she left you right after, wishing you luck in whatever research you were going to start.

Once the doors were closed again and you found yourself alone with the books, you took your first step toward them… and realized you had no idea where to begin.

Stopped before the first shelf and stared at it with something close to fear. You tried to read the titles that were at your eyes’ height, but they were all written in languages you’ve never seen before, some of them seeming impossible to be adopted by a human group; you raised your hand to touch their spines, but stopped before your fingers touched them.

It was when the weight of your mission finally reached you.

Look at the size of this place… Only one year to work on my task would never be enough...

You looked around and, despite sensing your hopes fading, you started to walk through the shelves – and, apparently, this had a soothing effect in your heart, for in a few minutes you found yourself more comfortable than intimidated by those structures.

It’s like traveling through a big city. Scary and fun at the same time.

As well said by the servant, that was an impressive collection, and you wondered how long your husband has taken to gather all of them, if he remembered the first ones or if he has found some of them personally or delegated this task to his servants. You stopped in front of a shelf and sighed: you knew so little about him that all the inner debates you had while coming to the Library were nothing but pathetic.

I’ve been feeling so much for a stranger.

Your mind was making so much noise for nothing. You chuckled and turned away from those books, decided to explore the next shelf…

– A human being using the Tyrant’s Library to gather weapons? Finally, some diversion coming our way.

Chapter 10

[solsillycreations]

I swear I've been working on the Epic designs 😭 it's just I started with poseidon and I absolutely despise the design, so this is me asking for suggestions on how to fix it

(skip to bottom to just vote on what you think is wrong based on the images).

So this was my original design idea, I made tattoos on one of his arm based on myths of his, with the most recent one being the cyclop's eyes getting torn out by a spear, which is why it is wrapped in plastic, though I don't think you can tell in the sketch (lmk if you want to know what each one means!)

My other idea is that since he is often portrayed with a headband and stuff to have that headband make water clump around his hair.

This is sort of what I thought of, with it like floating around him and changing shape and flow with his emotions and movement. But then I tried to draw it digitally...

My first try on the left I absolutely hate, and the one on the right I like it a bit more because I changed it more into a veil shape. Still, I think theres something wrong with the design that I can't figure out or like maybe I'm drawing the water wrong?

I'll put a poll down here to like have people vote on what they think is wrong based on what I think is wrong, but PLEASE lmk if you think its something else in my asks or comments or anywhere, im desperate.

[elderitchblayst]

HAVE A HOLY JOLLY ITHACA SAGA AND MERRY CHRISTMAS to the lovely @sinonymous-story-ideas !! Here is my secret santa present to you: a look at Eurylochus in the Underworld! I'd originally planned for this to cover the underworld and thunder sagas, but got a little carried away with the writing and definitely won't have everything i planned done before the end of christmas, and I've kept you waiting long enough. I'll post a part two in the thunder saga when i write it!

This secret santa was organized by @epicthemusicalstuff, so thanks to them!

The darkness was thick and cloying, with mist that clung to Eurylochus with every movement like a rain drenched cloak, weighing him down and filling him with a chill that settled  into his very bones. Frantic voices of the dead cried out to the crew from the river, reaching out to them and clinging to their oars every time they plunged them into the inky water, with grey hands so pale the wood grain could be seen through them. Eurylochus shuddered as he recognized individual faces, his brothers at arms he'd fought beside for ten years, only to have died in an instant as they made their way home. 

I'm sorry, my friends, he thought as he rowed on. It would have been better for them to have died in battle, where their bodies could have been buried with coins for the ferryman, rather than lost to the bottom of the sea or in the cave of the cyclops. Though the figures that watched them from the river’s shores seemed little better off, staring blankly ahead, at least they did not scream.

“Hey!” He cried out, reaching forward to grab Elpinor’s arm, which he had extended toward the water below, as if to clasp one of the ghostly hands in his own and pull the lost soul aboard. “You know the orders. Full speed ahead.” The other man nodded, blinking as if coming forth from a stupor. “Full speed ahead,” he repeated as he picked his oar up once more. 

Eurylochus did not know how long they'd been down here in the Underwolrd, where the minutes dragged as long as the shadows. Hours perhaps, or maybe days. Long enough that they had to rest eventually. Gods, they had to sleep in this place. They took shifts so they could continue forward 

Sleep did not come easily, and when it did at last, it came crashing in with the waves of a wine-dark sea, with ship after ship in their fleet being battered to splinters. This time Eurylochus was in the water with his brothers, fighting to keep his head above the churning waves. 

“Your fault,” they cried to him as one by one they slipped below the water. “Your fault!” Their accusations and their hands clung to him, weighing him down as he struggled to stay afloat. Why would you steal the wind bag when our island’s shores were so close? The words echoed through his mind as hundreds of hands grabbed at him, dragging him down with them- down, down, into the black. Eurylochus woke with a choking gasp, glad to feel the sturdiness of the ship beneath him. They rowed on through the gloom until at long last Odysseus called them to a halt. His friend looked as weary as he felt, and Eurylochus suspected the captain had been just as harried by the ghosts of their dead friends as he had. After all, who was more at fault for their deaths, the man who released the storm by mistake, or the man who had incurred Poseidon’s wrath to begin with?

“This is the place Circe described,” Odysseus told him. “Our journey is almost done.”

“Good. I'm ready to be free of this place.” 

Ody offered a tired smile in agreement. “Make sure no one ventures off while I speak to the prophet.”

Eurylochus nodded. “You're not taking anyone with you then?”

“No, wait for me here. I'll return soon.” He hadn't expected any different. The king of Ithaca had a brilliant mind, but trusted no one but himself in handling matters such as these.  Eurylochus could only hope this wouldn't be folly.

As his captain left to hear their fates, Eurylochus looked over their remaining men. Only 41 left, a mere fraction of their portion of the camps at Troy. They’d all endured so much together these twelve years, and the bonds that had forged between them were apparent as ever as the men rested. Some were quiet and somber while others- like Perimedes, who had stood up on a rock and was joking with wild gestures- remained in good spirits, despite their grim surroundings. Regardless of their behavior, no man was sitting alone. When Odysseus finally emerged once more from the mist, Eurylochus went to greet him and hear what he had learned. The captain was walking away from their men rather than back to them, and seemed to see right through Eurylochus as he approached. He didn't stop when Eurylochus called to him, only said, “Have the men wait here a while longer. There is one last thing I must attend to.” 

“Captain? What did you hear from the prophet?” 

Odysseus offered no reply, just continued sullenly along the river's edge. Dread sank its claws into Eurylochus’ chest. What had Odysseus heard that had him this way? He hesitated a moment, deciding what he ought to do next, torn between concern for his friend and remembering the last time his curiosity had gotten the better of him and he'd made everything worse. The captain had been acting strangely then too. Yes, he'd said what the wind bag was, but as soon as the whisper of treasure had entered their minds with the wind, he'd acted so possessive of it, staying awake far longer than any mortal man should- nine days by Eurylochus' count- rather than trusting his own second in command or any other to help him guard it. All he’d wanted was to know why the captain was being so secretive. 

He decided to follow Odysseus in the end, if only to help ensure nothing happened. He hadn't exactly been given orders not to. He stayed well behind to not alert him of his presence. The captain didn't venture far before collapsing to his knees, the very picture of defeat. Odysseus always had a plan, was always moving them forward, even through the loss of so many men. Had the prophet shown him such a terrible fate that he'd lost hope all together? Eurylochus wanted to go to him, to offer whatever assurance he could. But he held back; what could he even hope to say? Before he could decide to go to him, Odysseyus stood and began pacing agitatedly. Eurlycus stepped behind a rocky crag to not be seen prying, but there probably was no need. The king of Ithica seemed in his own world, even surrounded by ghosts in the Underworld. He was talking to himself, too quietly to be heard from this distance. Eurylochus was releaved; surely this was the beginning of a brilliant plan developing, something that would get them home against whatever odds the prophet had foreseen. Perhaps even a god, like Athena or Hermes, who had spoken to Odysseus before, had made their presence known to him alone to offer guidance. Eurylochus backed away, not wanting to interrupt the captain at this time, now that he knew he was in no danger. Though, perhaps he was making excuses to himself. He returned to where the men awaited, checking in with them and making sure they were as well as they could be while the captain was indisposed. He kept a watchful eye on the path Odysseus would return from, to make sure he had a chance to ask what he needed from him. When at last he did step forth from the mist once more, this time back in their direction, Eurylocus was there to meet him.

“Captain, are you alright?” he asked, putting a hand on his friend's arm.

Odysseus' easy smile didn't quite reach his eyes as he replied, “Don't worry my friend, soon I will be home with my wife.”

Eurylochus bit back the question that came to mind as Odysseus made his way to greet their comrades: and what of the rest of us, Captain?

Odysseus gave a rousing speech before they parted from the land of the dead: about how he would get them back to Ithaca no matter the cost, how they would be ruthless against the enemies who stood in their way, and no longer let mercy and honor blind him to the threats against them. The men responded eagerly to these words, and greeted the journey ahead with renewed enthusiasm. Eurylochus was glad for the new direction, but could not help but worry for whatever had made Odysseus so despondent before this seeming change of heart. He could only his trust that his friend, his captain,  his king knew what he was doing.

[eyelessfog]

@quidam-sirenae

thunder bringer

switching from mutiny to thunder bringer starts with all the lights going out except for when the thunder sounds

im playing with the thought of zeus and poseidon in particular being played by large puppets but at the moment we’re gonna discard that.

zeus shows up on the platform from the main doors, fog rolling in with him. hes all but lounging over the railing, smiling wide.

at some point during the lightning bit, where the audience can’t see where people are going and the set is reset, odysseus makes his way up to the platform. zeus does a gayass thing w odysseus during the “pride is a damsel in distress” bit, where hes very confident and odysseus looks scared. hes very clearly trying to move out and back down to his crew but zeus is all but playing with him

he then drops odysseus to have his little thuunderrr briinger ect ect bit. spotlight is shining specifically on him, but the lights are on, so everyone’s movement and panic is visible. dancing :] odysseus takes the moment to try to straighten himself out. zeus is on the left side of the platform, odysseus about to start down the stairs on the right when zeus does the “if you had to choose between your men and crew” bit, and he stops to go like oh um uh

zeus goes back to being ^-^ im tge thunder guyyy. dancing ect, odysseus is meant to get lost in the rest of the crew dancing, where you can’t really tell which one he is.

zeus singles odysseus out again, where which everyone sort of explodes out of the centre of the stage, giving a clear view of odysseus, looking up at zeus. zeus asks who odysseus chooses and odysseus has his issues and also the actor of penelope comes out of the bottom door to embrace him [i will take the suffering from you]. as the music slows, there are three spotlights: one on zeus, one on odysseus, and the last on whats his face as he reminds odysseus that they’ll die

as zeus sings again, the spotlight stays on him, but lights are on as odysseus fights with his crew in a choreographed dance-fight thing whatever

when the thunder sounds again, everyone falls, leaving only odysseus standing. he looks up at zeus, who smiles, turns on his heel, and walks off stage through the platform’s doors, leaving odysseus to turn, looking over his fallen crew, and then fall to his knees as the lights dim

[snexy-the-snail]

A OS idea that I’m sooo soft for is when the pred and prey are sleeping separately and the pred has a nightmare. In the nightmare something happens to their precious prey and the pred fails to protect them. The pred gasps awake and hurries over to their prey and has an urgent NEED to tuck their prey away to physically feel that they’re alright and nothing has actually happened to them. It works for literally any fandom of your choosing ^_^

OH yes!!!! These are literally always so sweet, the just NEED to have the prey close, like just holding isn’t going to do just shit, it's almost like a hunger than can only be solved but tucking the prey away- 

Also, we all know what fandom I’m going to pick lol)) 

Dreams for Poseidon were often...much like his seas, constantly changing. Most of his life had been spent fighting battle and as such his dreams would flex and shift towards his fights, his losses in the wars, his regrets, his triumphs.  

Fighting with his son had been..tricky. He had to be conscious of every movement, every future movement and Percy was as unpredictable as the ocean at times. He swore he had nearly faulted with a hit when Percy had launched himself off his shoulder to stab a giant.  

The memory was burned within his mind, always causing his heart to race, however tonight it was worse playing out as a dream. Much to his horror his son’s broken body lay on the ground, taunting laughter echoing around him until he jolted awake. Several gasping breaths bring in the soothing salt water into his lungs, his heart rapidly beating. He wasn’t on the battlefield, Percy wasn’t laying dead on the ground, he was most likely resting in his cabin.  

He needed to see him.  

Poseidon moves from his bed, running a hand through his hair before concentrating on the fountain in the cabin. In seconds he was in his son’s cabin, the boy’s form resting on the bottom bunk closest to the door. He was sprawled out and snoring slightly, a thin line of drool dribbling from the corner of his mouth.  

Alive. 

He steps to the bed, brushing hair from Percy face. The boy's nose scrunches up tensing before his muscles relax. He cups his palm against the boy’s cheek relishing the feeling of warmth and the steady pulse indicating his son was alive. “You’re safe.” he murmurs to himself. His voice sounded..wrong shaky, unsure. He sounded scared and that was not a feeling Poseidon was fond of.  

“You’re safe” He repeats, moving his hand to card through Percy’s hair lightly tugging any tangles he came across out. Still the bitter feeling in his chest wouldn’t leave. With a frown Poseidon finds himself carefully guiding his son’s body as he lays in the bed as well, resting Percy against his frame. The feeling eased, more so when small movements had Percy snuggling against him, the boy's face pressed into his chest.  

Any other time this mortal shell would be silent, he did not need to breathe to survive, nor did he need a heart to pump ichor through his veins though he knew the silence would cause his son to stir. The noise was..annoying at times but the silence would be more unsettling, he found.  

Finally, the bitter feeling in his chest hit a point where he couldn’t bear it. He grits his teeth before taking a breath in, a hand resting on Percy’s back. The feeling was awful, and the anxiety of knowing what would fix it was just as bad. He wasn’t his father, and Percy wouldn’t be trapped, it would be safe. This wasn’t even the first time he had done this and yet it still brought the same feeling of cold dread into his chest.  

The bitter feeling finally outweighed the cold feeling of dread, his hand following the shrinking form of his son. The snores of his sleeping child halt for a moment, a whine drawing from the sleeping form before Percy settled again. A fond chuckle escapes Poseidon, the god hooking his fingers under the boy before lifting him up. The heartbeat he had recently taken to keep pumping pounded heavily in his chest.  

Still, he continues lifting his hand until he finds himself pressing Percy's feet to his lips. An uneasy growl comes to his middle, his stomach churning anxiously. Another breath in and out and Poseidon was carefully guiding the small form into his mouth, his tongue safeguarding his body from the slight points in his teeth. Despite his feelings on the matter, he always found his body reacting instantly to the presence of his son, the slick muscle already cradling the small form. A surge of protectiveness washes over him, relief shortly accompanying it as he focused on the weight tucked neatly inside his mouth.  

Memories of the beginning surged forward as they always had but... Poseidon didn’t have any memories of ever being held like this, no spot of hesitation just the sensation of falling and darkness. The subtle glow from his mouth brightened the memory.  

Movement brings him back to the present, the corners of his lips twitching upwards as Percy shifts, curling up on his side more. The muscle cups more around him, offering his son support.  

He sits like that for some time, his back pressed against the coral walls of the cabin, listening to the soft babbling of the fountain in the middle of the room. It was...surprisingly peaceful. He hadn’t expected to feel so at peace not after the haunting images of his son’s corpse- 

A shiver runs down his spine, shoving the image down. Percy was safe, he was alive and more importantly he was resting soundly. Cautiously he tilts his head back, feeling the weight shift from the center of his mouth when there was no stirring from his child he continued. Once he felt tiny feet squish against the entrance to his throat he swallows. He could feel Percy traveling down his throat, the muscles pulling his son down firmly. Even with how quick the motion was it felt like eons. 

The brief feeling of tightness then a weight plopping down was the indication Percy had landed. Much to his surprise the dread, the fear and uncertainty that usually accompanied this action was absent. He enjoyed this, and yet he didn’t feel like the gluttonous creature he viewed his father as. 

This, he decided, was different, a small smile dances across his lips bringing a hand to rest against his middle. There wasn’t any indication he held such a small life inside him, the boy safely tucked away behind layers of muscle and divine energy.  

[dbphantom]

Just finished Skypiea with the bestie (not telling him G-8 is filler because I fucking love G-8) and damn I need to ramble about one piece. I'm gonna ramble about one piece. I love one piece.

Mild spoilers for most recent chapters below the cut just to address Things and Stuff

Mostly because I want the Cross Guild to reach it first so that Buggy will use it to declare himself PK. Marineford foreshadowing.

I know it is kind of being undermined rn but I still want to believe that either the OP (unlikely) or something with the OP (more likely, still unlikely) will allow whoever finds it to communicate with the entire world directly

But on a more serious note I think it would eventually be used to broadcast the true story of the Straw Hat Pirates (and probably also the Void Century, given Robin's dream + the Rio Poneglyph) to the entire world, kinda like the ending of TAZ.

I hope the reason Roger n his crew were too early wasn't solely because of a prophecy (poseidon not being born yet I can cope w/ yknow), but because they wanted to free the world from the WG and they knew if they told the truth to the entire world right then, too many people would die in the resulting uprisings and the movement would be smothered.

(I think this is also why Crocus is hanging at reverse mountain and Rayleigh is vibing on Sabaody. They are like 'check-in' points for pirates on the grand line, so they're just making sure things go smoothly. Also probably why Shanks was going after the Nika fruit bc if they are trying to weaken the WG's hold on people, having an old god of freedom and icon of hope running around would help. And why he showed up at Marineford. Also also I hope the man the burn scar is another of Roger's old crew. Scopper Gaban, I miss you every day...)

But the polical climate of the OP world is changing a lot in the current day, and I think the reason Roger chose to be executed instead of dying to the disease was to have a grand stage so he could set up the Great Pirate Era. Essentially his final words would kickstart a new world where people are more comfortable living and trading and exchanging information on the rising seas. They won't be stuck isolated on their islands and therefore easier to control by the WG.

I said in the above that recent chapters are kind of undermining this and that's bc obviously we already have the tech to broadcast to the entire world, so why tf would the OP or something as important to be included with the OP be that? But I personally think the den dens are too easily controlled/interfered with by the Marines. They were still able to cut off VP's message and (unintentionally) deflect the blame of his death onto the SHs despite his best efforts and he's probably the smartest person in the OP universe. So I think a way to 'directly' communicate (be it telepathically or via memory transfer or a comic book or whatever) so that the truth can come out would be neat. Fuck censorship. Stay silly. Uphold freedom. Or something.

Also the manga is named One Piece and I think the final broadcast reaching us through dimensions would be cool af. I'm sorry, I really just think it would be neat, that's the reason I am writing this. It'd be so cool and I love stories that get meta 🤩

Anyway yeah I just finished rewatching Skypiea and given just how many parallels are within it compared to the rest of the series I will continue to hold on to this belief that the one piece is the EOS equivalent of the golden bell. It guides lost souls home. And home is currently at the bottom the ocean so I think we are all lost souls

... That's so romantic 💙

(Also ngl the end of Skypiea is also why I believe in Space Piece so much... I want terraforming so fucking bad bro... Ship coating and knock-up streams and the space pirates and the kingdom on the moon HAVE to come back, right? Please please please please please please please please please-)

Anyway if you actually read this, thank you, here is my favorite panel of Hawkins

[silverslipstream]

The Hand of Poseidon

Inspired by my still-recurring nightmares of tsunamis. Tried a sparser and more direct writing style than usual, not sure if it worked but it's all about experimentation. ***

On the horizon, a mountain range of water rolled forward.

The man had been expecting it, of course. When the first cotton-white morning clouds had been dispersed by the airburst and the roiling, storming cobalt of the Atlantic had retreated, he’d simply sat on this hillside bench and waited. Soon enough, the promised wave had rolled up in the distance, so immense that even at its huge speed it appeared to stand still.  

The sky had been blue just an hour or so ago. Now it was slate-grey and churning like a ceiling of wet cement. Fat droplets of rain fell. They flicked into his suit jacket, interspersed with minute globs of silt ejected from the bottom of the ocean, thousands of miles away. Thunder rolled its booming fists through the air. 

He stared into the distance. The former ocean floor looked like an alien planet from here; a vast colourless stretch of mud, sand and salt, punctured with the odd dark silhouette of a sunken boat or crashed plane. It made the city below him look smaller, defenceless.  

A new smell picked up on the breeze. The stench of sea salt. 

The city was littered with the glare of car headlights. They zigzagged through the city streets and up the highway overpass. If he craned his neck to the left, he could see the endless metal queue following the highway away from the city and into the distance. Some of the cars had their doors open: most were empty. None were moving. If he squinted, he could just about see the tiny movements of shadowed runners through the rain, flowing like spilled sand around the cars.  

The rain was picking up now, lancing across his vision and washing down his face. The man appreciated the coolness of it, the almost loving way the water caressed his face. Strands of his blonde hair clumped together, plastering themselves across his forehead and dangling in front of his eyes. Somehow, the very air seemed to thicken in his throat. Whether that was the salt or the gusting wind or the ceaseless advance of the wave, he couldn’t tell. He checked his digital watch. It was 10:22 AM.  

Gradually, a more urgent rumbling, howling sound undercut the thunderclaps, though the storm continued in earnest. As if it were an accompanying section in some sort of cataclysmic orchestra, the ground itself trembled in time with the noise. It was just a short shudder. More of a twitch, really. Yet his shoulders still juddered forward, and he was forced to reach out and clench the frigid steel of the armrest to keep himself from falling to the floor. He bit his lip and kept himself from crying out, though only just. 

The wave now filled more than half the sky. Its crest pushed the lower wisps of cloud out of its way, as if encased in a force field. The air pressure ratcheted up. Strangely, the man felt warm. Patches of sweat were pooling in his armpits and against his lower back. By now, he could see streaks of white foam spinning and twisting on the leading edge of the wave, each one taller than an apartment building. The city’s financial district, home to several skyscrapers and towering spires, looked like matchsticks and toys in comparison. The dark outlines of crushed detritus were barely visible in the miles-high wall of water.  

Another quake rippled through the ground. This one was much stronger, and sections of the seafloor and city warped and shifted in its grasp. The man was thrown forward onto the sodden grass of the hillside and wrapped his arms over his head in a pathetic attempt at protection. Grass and dirt swirled and mingled with rainwater. Tears sandwiched themselves between his face and the compacted ground, becoming lost in the rain. All previous stoicism was forgotten as the man buried his head in the unsteady soil and whimpered, knowing there was nowhere to run but praying for salvation all the same. He became aware of a warm, clinging wetness in his suit trousers, and almost laughed at the mental image. Lying face-down in the dirt, dying with wet hair and wetter pants. He wondered whether he’d suffocate first or whether the wave would flatten him before he could splutter his last. 

Eventually, after a clutch of minutes that felt more like days, the shaking subsided. The man raised his tear-stained and mud-streaked face to the sky. The wave was almost upon the city, reaching out over the beachfront like the cupped hand of Poseidon. The city itself hardly seemed worth destroying. Immense swathes of buildings were nothing but rubble, while others teetered precariously on wrecked foundations. The hill he was cowering on had partially collapsed: to his right, the ground simply dropped away abruptly, as if sliced off by an enormous knife. The entire horizon was nothing but a deep, blue-black expanse of water. Rolling onto his back, the man watched as the last strip of sky above him was encroached upon. The sheer din around him was immeasurable, enormous: the roaring of the water, the howl of the wind, the clamour and crash of the imploding city. 

He cocked his head to the left. The wave steamrolled over the promenade and dwarfed the remaining buildings, crushing everything in its path. The web of car headlights flickered and died one by one as the wave reached them. One moment everything was there, and then it was gone, indistinguishable. The man turned his gaze back to the sky. He did not want to see the wave any longer. Instead, he watched as the leading crest of the wave blotted out his last glimpse of the clouds. 

With the Atlantic suspended far above his head, the man squeezed his eyes shut. 

[webcrawler3000]

Roman Reigns is Poseidon

In the realm of Greek mythology, Poseidon, the powerful God of the Sea, reigns supreme over the vast, turbulent waters. Imagining Roman Reigns as Poseidon in a thrilling standoff is a concept that merges the epic strength and agility of a fierce wrestler with the godly attributes of the supreme water deity.

As the doors of your room swung open, the atmosphere suddenly transformed into an electrifying arena where the forces of land and sea collided. With a mighty presence, Roman Reigns, now embodying the divine power of Poseidon, stood tall amidst crashing waves that towered over your room, their immense strength shaking the very foundation.

The gates, intricately carved with mythical sea creatures, were suddenly thrust shut at the bottom of the ocean, sealing off all escape routes from your room. The deafening sound of their closure echoed through the water, signaling the beginning of a showdown unlike any other.

In this extraordinary encounter, the environment around you became a wild and undulating masterpiece of the ocean's might. The air was thick with a salty mist as waves danced unpredictably, their rhythmic motions intertwining with the wrestler's every movement. The room echoed with the roar of crashing waves, their magnificent force shaking the walls and swirling around in a symphony of power.

With every step Roman Reigns took, the ground beneath your feet quivered, as if bowing down to the mighty Poseidon himself. The room's once still and mundane surroundings became a realm of captivating chaos, the currents of the open sea now flowing through the very core of your being.

As Poseidon, Roman Reigns unleashed his might, showcasing breathtaking agility and raw power. His every move mimicked the surge and crash of ocean waves, his muscular physique exuding an aura of command over the turbulent waters that surrounded him.

In this exhilarating standoff, Roman Reigns proved to be the perfect embodiment of Poseidon, the formidable God of the Sea. The sheer excitement and intensity of this divine encounter left you both in awe and caught up in the thrilling merging of wrestling and mythical lore. And as the deafening sound of waves filled your ears, you couldn't help but marvel at the majestic spectacle that unfolded right within the confines of your humble abode.

[7-milena-trajkovski-7]

Art Theory and Criticism - Journal reflection 8

Figure 1: Picasso, P., La Minotauromachie (Minotauromachy), 1935, Etching, engraving, and scraper, Link: La Minotauromachie (Minotauromachy) (x1986-104) (princeton.edu)

Putting into context Picasso’s personal struggle to cope with the uprising of the Spanish Civil War, along with the trauma that was inflicted on the victims, these symbols create a narrative that is inspired by the Surrealist movement and its use of symbolism, dreams, and the unconscious. Whatever is repressed in the unconscious is directly expressed in this artwork, with a foggy landscape foreshadowing the destruction of the figure’s surroundings. The two girls comforting each other while watching death and chaos unfold underneath them, are holding a dove, which is the symbol of peace. This can be interpreted as them, the peace bringers, being ignored and are forced to watch the situation run its course and end on its own without their interference. The Spanish tradition of bullfighting, which is a controversial tradition in itself because of animal rights and ethics, is used to interpret the country’s internal downfall, as if turning against itself. The violence that is depicted by the wounded female bullfighter directly symbolises the country’s internal betrayals and conflicts, just like how a bullfighter must risk his/her life when faced with fighting the bull, an ‘irrational’ animal in a ring without escape.

The Minotaur itself has been a key figure and symbol dating to ancient Greek mythology, which describes the King of Crete Minus prayed to the god of the sea Poseidon to ensure he is favoured as king compared to his rivals. Poseidon sent him a white bull as a sign of his reassurance and asked that he kill the bull, however, after growing attached to the bull he couldn’t bring himself to do it and instead sacrificed someone else in its stead hoping Poseidon does not notice. This infuriated Poseidon and as punishment made Minus’s wife fall in love with the bull, which ended up with her giving birth to the beast. Horrified, Minus placed the blood thirsty beast in a labyrinth. With this context on the symbolism of the Minotaur, the beast depicted in this artwork could possibly represent the amalgamation of multiple conflicts which built up fear and resentment, and ultimately went rouge. The spilling of blood was brought not because of one problem that happened to irritate and create this reaction immediately, but like the French revolution, accumulated till there was too much to bear and was impossible to not notice the tension.

The bearded man climbing the ladder could represent a wiser and older generation that foresaw this result and decided to protect themselves. By escaping to a higher place, maybe even praying to God hence ascending to the roof, they tried to get away from the hell depicted on the bottom. The snarling horse, which is animal that suffered a lot throughout the centuries during wars because of their practical use, is the symbol of suffering and ongoing pain that is trusted on the creature. witnessing and waiting for a better and more hopeful future is the boy holding the candle. The candle can be a symbol for light, and a guide towards a better future through the despair and dark times. Holding the Boquete of flowers can be interpreted as a symbol for growth and rebirth, as they make a point to always appreciate and hope for healing after such trauma, and that hopefully over time, a new era can be born which is more fruitful to its future generation. Of course, with the stinging memory of the past to thank for their sacrifices. All of this can be further explained using Jungian archetypes, which are based on Jung’s theory of the Collective Unconscious build on universal and archaic symbols, and human experiences.

The girls holding the dove in relation to my interpretation, can be described as the innocent archetype, which represents safety and the seeking of spiritual guidance. The Minotaur is the opposite of the ruler archetype, described as control and falls under the category of providing structure. Since the Minotaur brings chaos and loss of control, it breaks the collective unconscious’s accepted attributes that make this system, hence he poses a fearsome threat to the collective, and is emotionally haunting. The bearded man can be described as the rebel, which is described as liberation, which leaves a mark on themselves and people around them. The horse is a caregiver, as he is in the category of providing a service to strengthen the structure. However, he is not being put to good use and is instead being traumatised. The female bull rider represents the Hero and is defined by mastery. She should leave a mark but is instead being killed by the animal she is supposed the be the master of.

These archetypes are put into the opposite and negative use when comparing to their use in a balanced structure of the collective unconscious. Hence, this situation proves to be damaging and traumatising the collective unconscious, as everybody becomes involved once full-blown wars start and seem to never end. And when they do, there is far too much damage to the collective psyche and accumulated traumatic memories to cope with. Hence why this artwork is a warning of the mental and emotional trauma and damage these events do to the collective unconscious and entire generations, and juts how much they are repressed. They are constantly shoved down and instead, without even knowing, expressed through artworks even though history and its horrendous mistakes are repeated throughout history.

Reference:

Mythology & Fiction Explained, 2017. The Minotaur Explained - Greek Mythology. [online] www.youtube.com. Available at: <https://youtu.be/_fVRJXECkhY?si=TqHVzb0MnzaKTYPY> [Accessed 17 December 2023].

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Parallel Chapter I

DEMERSAL: that lives near the bottom or a body of water.

Percy Jackson leaves Camp Half-Blood. He cut all ties with his friends. His family. Everyone he's ever known, all except his father.

Until a year later… Percy Jackson shows up at a mortal High School. Spending his weekdays living as a mortal. But his Weekends living as a Half-blood.

Will he have a new life?

Or is it a just parallel?

A/N: Set after The Last Olympian. Heroes of Olympus doesn't happen. I'm not American so idk how American schools work -_- Word Count: 4,024

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Percy threw his backpack over his shoulder. Fiddling with the strap anxiously.

With a shaky breath, he looks out at the unfamiliar high school in front of him. He knows he shouldn't feel as nervous as he currently does, especially after everything he's survived through.

That's what happens when you live on the ocean floor for as long as he did, Percy thought. What started as a summon from Poseidon turned into him staying there for an entire year. No one to talk to but his ocean family, which he grew considerably close to in that time.

Percy reminisced all that happened in that year in Atlantis. He still remembers the proud look on Delphin's face while showing him around the kingdom.

Percy even missed how he'd catch Triton glaring at him when no-one was looking and how when they'd train Triton definitely didn't go easy on him.

What surprised Percy was how much he missed Amphitrite, even though she was guarded when they first met, they'd become close, even teaming up on his father on occasion.

He missed Poseidon too. His father being the reason he went there in the first place. His father knew Percy was lost when he'd first come to Atlantis.

Poseidon didn't know what else to do other than keep Percy close until Percy went back to being himself 'No matter how long it takes' Percy remembered his father had told him. At the time Percy never thought he'd leave Atlantis, never be himself again...

Percy shoved his thoughts away, today would be hard enough without burdened memories. Percy took in the school in front of him.

Groups of kids walking through the open doors into the busy hallways, some dragging out the walk to class in hopes to prolong the school day which Percy could understand.

Others chatting away to each other as they disappear into the growing crowd. Movement in the windows of early kids finding their seats getting ready for the teacher, something Percy definitely couldn't relate to.

Standing outside the entrance stood man with slicked back strands of greying hair. He was wearing an old grey striped polo shirt which looked about 3 sizes too small, holding an overflowing clipboard so tightly it was as if it'd fly away.

He reminded Percy of Gabe, his ex-stepfather, Percy shuddered at the thought of having to deal with that again.

Just as Percy began to turn tail and run back to his father, a breeze washed over him stopping him in his tracks. He could smell the sea, hear the waves. He was sure if he closed his eyes, he'd actually think he was back in Montauk.

Percy knew it was his dad telling him it would all be okay, reminding him of who he was. The son of Poseidon. Percy had fought in a war against a Titan and won. He was capable of going to high school for a day.

Percy patted his jean pocket, his trusty pen still there. He began walking towards the concrete stairs of the school.

As he walked up he could feel the eyes on him, the whispers of his new peers. Perhaps they weren't actually whispering. Perhaps they weren't looking at him. He felt like they were, and it was suffocating. He'd forgotten what it was like to be the new kid.

Yet the breeze hadn't left him. Still there like a comforting nudge. Percy kept walking until reached the final step.

He caught sight of Gabe's ugly twin, but the man had seen Percy first. He made his way over to Percy waddling like a swinging pendulum as he went. Percy thought the man might fall over if he walked too fast.

"You must be the new student, Percy Jackson." Percy could only nod as he got a whiff of bad breath.

At first Percy thought he might've been a monster, now Percy was sure the man was completely mortal.

"You're not late. Be sure to keep it that way boy. Better get you to Principal Clemons." The man had a rough voice as though it hurt him to talk, it definitely hurt Percy to hear it.

Percy followed him through the halls, each time Percy got bumped closer to the man he could smell BO on him. It took Percy everything not to gag.

Finally, they reached the end of a hallway. A door with a white board hangs by its corner with the words: Principal Clemons Lemons Office with a explicit pair of 'lemons'.

"Bloody fuckin kids" 'Gabe 2.0' muttered under his breath, wiping the board with his sleeve.

Percy stood awkwardly to the side as he opened the door and walked in.

"You comin' in or not?" Percy stood in the doorway, trying not to stand too close to him.

Inside the room was pretty plain, awards and diplomas hanging on the walls. Wooden desk filled with paperwork and pictures of who he presumed to be his family.

Mr. Clemons sat at his desk. His brown leather chair made him look even scrawnier than he already was. He was wearing one of those hideous itchy bland sweaters and an uncomfortable matching tie. His brown hair was parted like a historian, yet he didn't look any older than early forties.

He looked up from his papers, placing his pen down he stood up reaching out to shake Percys hand. Percy shook it, making sure to wipe his sweat on his pants beforehand.

"Welcome to Panorama High Mr. Jackson, please have a seat. My name's Principal Clemons although I'd assume you already knew that."

"Uh, yes sir" Percy shuffled forward into the seat, placing his bag on his knees playing with the zipper.

Mr. Clemons hands papers over to 'Gabe 2.0' who grumbled under his breath about needing a raise.

"Yes, thank you Russell. That'll be all for now." He said as he sat back into his chair.

Gabe 2.0 or Russell shut the door behind him leaving Percy alone with the man in charge.

A situation not foreign to him. Being put in the headmaster's office. Usually however he was about to be kicked out rather than welcomed in.

Mr. Clemons began explaining classroom layouts and timetables, giving him times and dates to remember. Papers and books were found and given to him, his mathematic book, his locker number, code and lock. Names of teachers he was supposed to get more books from.

Percy could feel his brain being fried like a rotating chicken over a fire. He stuffed the books and papers into his backpack telling himself he'd sort it out later. Percy only nodded at all the information.

"Hm, let's see. First period is orientation. Second, house-keeping, lunch, third,-" Percy drowned him out. He was sure he'd be able to figure out what class was which.

Mr. Clemons finished talking and looked down at his watch, nodding to himself.

"Orientation should be starting soon. A student will give you a tour around school to get your bearings, that might take a while, so you don't have to worry about second period. They'll show you to where you need to be for Third period." He smiled kindly, like an uncle would.

Funnily enough it remined Percy of Chiron.

A knock at the door silenced through the room.

"Come in".

The door creaked open slowly and in walked a boy Percys age. He had wild curly dark black almost purple at the wisps. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt with a led zeppelin t-shirt too big for him over it. When he walked in Percy could see tattoos on his legs through his black ripped jeans.

His head was slightly lowered almost in a sheepish way as if he'd been caught stealing from a cookie jar.

"Mr. Sanders I'm sure you can handle showing our new student around hm?" He hummed in question.

The kids head whipped up so fast Percy almost winced for him.

"Oh! Yeah, yeah. Sure thing Clemons." He gave a wide smile as if this was the best news he'd heard all day.

"Good, well of you both go."

Percy stood up, the other boy Sanders already out the door. Percy could see Mr. Clemons pick up his pen once more before Percy closed the door behind him.

The hallways were now empty. His tour guide standing in the middle hands in his pockets, swinging back and forth on his feet like he was waiting for Percy to say something before they began walking. Percy coughed dryly.

"What's your name?" Percy figured it was something Sanders, but he couldn't think of what else to say.

“Quintus Sanders but-.” He said indifferently.

“Quintus?” Percy questioned. 

“Yeah. Its Latin for-”

“Fifth.” Percy finished. Quintus looked shocked but recovered quickly.

“Yeah, my mom thought Latin sounded nice or something, named all my siblings in Latin.”

“Like,” Percy snorted. “In numeral order?”

“Unfortunately. I’m the youngest. The oldest, Primus but everyone calls her Prim. We all have nicknames. Otherwise... well you know.” He hung he head down as if he was remembering. Percy felt bad for laughing at him. Quintus looked ashamed just explaining his name.

“Huh. So, what’s your nickname?” Quintus stood up straighter.

“Quin.” Percy nodded slightly.

“Nice to meet you Quin.” Quin smiled so wide Percy thought his cheeks might hurt.

“What's your name?” Quin asked as he started walking down the hall, Percy followed him.

“Perseus Jackson, I prefer Percy though” Quin seemed to perk up after learning his name. Percy held a light smile. 

 "Well then, good thing for you Percy Jackson, I'm the best tour guide in this hellhole."

Towards the end of the tour Quin was definitely Percy's favorite tour guide. He explained things just enough to not overwhelm him and not lack of explanation to where Percy didn't know where anything was.

"Hmm, what's left to show. Ooh, the Cafeteria" He turned to face Percy no longer walking in front of him, like he was in a wilderness documentary now walking shoulder to shoulder.

"It'll be lunch by the time we walk there, luckily I'll tell you about the tables." He said with a wild smile, reaching his eyes.

"Tables? Like everyone sits in cliques. That's cliche."

"Not really. I mean everyone sits in friend groups and friend groups can be stereotyped, so not that cliche" He shrugged.

By the time they walked into the cafeteria most kids had already sat down at tables, only a few still entering and moving around. The tables were set up with two large rectangle tables with circle tables around the outer room.

Percy tried to remember all that Quin had said. The two biggest tables were for the two biggest friend groups.

Right side table was the sport types and cheerleaders.

"They aren't actually all friends but most of them date each other so obviously they'll sit together. Some sit elsewhere it's not like your confined to one table, but majority sit there."

Left side table was the shit stirrers that knew everyone's everything.

"The only reason so many people hang out with them is because they're either nosy or someone in the group is blackmailing them. If you don't get on their bad side most of them are actually alright to hang out with."

The other smaller tables, Percy knew he'd forget.

The nerds and the geeks which Quin tried to explain are different. The teacher pets, the ones who snitch and the ones who'll give you answers.

The nice kids. The meaner ones. The quiet kids. The kids who'll ask for lunch money and 'forget you'd ever given it to them' and the weird kids.

Percy never liked that stereotype of the 'weird kids'. He was always classed as a weird kid.

He looked closer at the table Quin made him swear to stay away from. Percy definitely wanted to stay away from one legged vampires at the table. Percy knew he'd probably deal with them by the end of the week.

Percy moved towards the small line of kids queued for food. Quin grabbed his arm.

"Nah me and you have better lunch than that, I just gotta show good ol' Rus I'm showing you around" He slightly glanced left.

Percy looked over. Russell handing a slip of paper from his clipboard to some tall blonde boy.

"C'mon let's get out of here" Quin still holding onto his arm pulled him out and around the corner.

Percy wondered where Quin was taking him. The strangest thing was Percy wasn't even worried. He trusted Quin. It was like Quin had a calming aura around him.

They reached a stairwell. Quin looked around making sure no one was around. He opened the supply closet closest to the stairs. He nudged Percy to go in.

Inside was more spacious than Percy had thought, it was the size of a smaller bedroom.

There were fairy lights covering the ceiling. A small torn two-seater sofa against the left wall, a fluffy blanket thrown over it. In the right-side corner was a school desk and chair, a blonde boy swinging back on the chair with his feet resting on the edge of the desk.

Two beanbags, yellow and green sat in the middle with pillows and stuffies placed around. It was a cozy hidden space.

"Who's the new kid?" Percy jumped but he hid it well, Percy had assumed the blonde boy was asleep, clearly not.

Quin plopped himself down on the sofa he spread out lying down taking up the whole space. Quin was about to answer when Percy cut him off.

"Percy Jackson, who are you?"

The blonde boy got up from his seat. Walking over to him. Percy looked at him, Percy froze. Wide eyed Percy stood there unable to move, he could feel his hand shake slightly.

He looked exactly like Luke Castellan. Except the scar. That was the only thing that Percy could tell was different. This guy didn't have one. But he had that same look in his eye that Luke had when Percy had first come to camp.

Before the betrayal, the loses, the fighting, the war, the gold eyes. He had that kind but mischievous look.

"I'm Jamie Clarke. How're you liking Panorama High so far?" The corner of his mouth lifted to a smirk.

Jamie Clarke. Not Luke. Not Luke.

"It's alright, had a good tour." Percy managed to keep his voice steady.

Quin laughed. "Obviously I toured you!" Jamie chuckled too. "Did he talk your ear off? Yeah, thought so" Jamie sat back down as he was before. Percy let out a shaky breath.

"Where the food man?" Quin whined whacking his arm on the wall behind him looking over at Jamie.

Jamie stretched out putting his hands behind his head, Percy could see a few small tattoos on both his wrists. Not Luke.

Percy sat down on the green beanbag placing his bag at his feet. Percy was glad to put it down all the books were starting to grow heavier.

As much as he liked training with Triton, Percy couldn't remember the last time he fought an actual monster.

Percy wondered if he'd last at all at this school. One step at a time Percy, he scolded himself.

Quin and Jamie began talking about the Orientation period, throwing around names he didn't know yet.

He took in the room once again. It must have taken ages to decorate. Above the desk was a corkboard filled with papers, a calendar where the least busy days were Jamie's detentions.

Reminders for Quin to do homework and remember to hand it in. Notes to Lyanna about jackets or books being forgotten at someone's house another person Percy hadn't yet to meet.

Past concerts tickets pinned wherever they fit. A score in the top corner of basketball team, Percy assumed the winning one was this school's team as it had less profanities next to it.

Above the sofa was a big square of photos stuck overlapping one another on the wall. Percy could make out Quin and Jamie in most of the photos.

There was a ginger boy whose biceps looked the size of Percys head. His face covered in orange freckles. He was often captured wearing tank tops of different sport teams. Percy assumed he was the one on the basketball team.

There was one other person that was in all the same photos the other three were in. A girl with hair white like snow. Her soft smile and bright green eyes made her look ethereal.

As Percy kept looking at the photos, he realized how close the four of them must be. There were others in some photos but there was never a photo with one of the four alone, or alone with others. It was always all four of them or in pairs.

Percy saw another photo, signed: last week of school hell. Percy really liked that photo. Snow white (the pretty girl) was talking to another girl with brown box braids, both of them had coffee cups in hand. Next to them was the ginger guy, smiling for the photo, hold up two bunny ears behind the two unsuspecting gossiping girls.

"That's Aurora" Quin said pointing towards the dark-haired girl. "And that's Marcel and Lyanna" Pointing between the other two.

"Those two should be here soon" Jamie called out. Percy nodded still looking at the photo.

"They better be here soon! They're the ones bringing the food" Quin whined.

Jamie laughed at this. Percy found himself turning back to face the guys in the room laughing too.

"Oh, uh when you meet Aurora don't tell her about this" Jamie said pointing around the room.

"This?" Percy questioned.

"Yeah no one really know about this place. except us of course, and now you." Quin sounded slightly guilty.

By the looks of the photos on the wall as a group they had a lot of friends, why would they tell him and not them? He'd only known them less than a day.

"Why'd you tell me then? I mean this place is sweet but..." Percy drifted off.

"Yeah, Quin why did you tell him" Jamie said out of curiosity, no note of venom.

"Ugh not you too." Quin sighed and pouted theatrically at Jamie before turning back towards Percy.

"Because as much as I love Aurora and Gracie even Matt, I think Percy would be a better addition."

"Addition to what?" Percy now felt slightly on edge, maybe he had been away from the half-blood life for too long and fallen into a trap.

"Our fucked-up friend group, our makeshift family" Quin said and gave Percy a smile, he looked back over to Jamie.

Percy's worry calmed slightly.

"Besides, I saw it in a dream." He'd said it as an absolute fact.

Percy looked at him as if he'd grown another head but Jamie but nodded with a slight shrug.

"Alright, welcome aboard Percy Jackson." Jamie muttered just loud enough for them to hear as he swung, he legs back on top of the desk.

Percys mind was spinning, his paranoid on a roller-coaster. Quin had a dream about him being their friend?

"Ooh! Percy d'you know how to play Uno?" Quin asked twisting upside-down on the couch.

It seemed the weird moment was over. Jamie was seemingly asleep again although Percy wasn't sure.

"I- Think so?" Percy couldn't actually remember the last time he'd played.

He remembers he'd tried to play with Grover at Yancy once but neither of them knew the rules, so they'd made it up and naturally it'd been a disaster.

"Great!" Quin jumped off the couch.

"I just need to find the damn cards..." He began pulling pillows and shifting blankets chaotically.

Percy thought Quin resembles a monkey on a sugar-high.

The door opened, and Percy was hit with the smell of delicious pastries. In walked the ginger boy from the photos, Marcel he was wearing a blue and white outlined tank top, with light brown cargo pants and a green sweatshirt tied around his neck.

The girl, Lyanna also walked in. Her hair was now dyed blue. Blue. It was a rock pool blue. Light but not like the sky, light like calm clean water. Percy though she looked beautiful. Her hair, he meant looked beautiful. Because it was blue. He liked blue. She was wearing a black tank top with a brown jacket and blue jeans.

"Fuck, that smells good!" Jamie's almost ran to take to his food from Marcel.

Lyanna grabbed a bag and patted Quin's shoulder who was half under the couch still looking for the cards. He wriggled out.

"Ayee! Finally, I'm basically wasting away here! You guys took forever." Quin gladly took his bag of food.

Lyanna had moved over to the desk and pushed Jamies feet of the table and sat on the desk, her feet just touched the floor.

"Ran into Rus on the way in, almost got caught" Marcel already begun eating a cinnamon roll as he sat on the yellow beanbag on the other side of the room.

"Share" Quin handed Percy the bag with half a roll in it, Percy nodded in thanks.

Marcel and Lyanna looked at him. Percy was suddenly aware of the fact they didn't know he was there. He could feel his checks heat up as he finished his first bite.

"Oh yeah, New kid Percy Jackson. Quin gave him a tour. He seems alright" Jamie winks at him before digging back into his food.

"Sup dude, 'm Marcellus Grimes. If they're friends with you, so am I. Call me Marcel."

"Nice to meet you. I saw your score board, it's impressive." Percy pointed towards the corkboard.

Marcel grins wickedly at this. He was about to speak when Lyanna groaned.

"Don't encourage him, his ego's big enough as is." The other boys laugh at this.

Percy hears Marcel mutter a 'whatever."

Lyanna smiled softly at Percy. Her eyes were a light green like the leaves in spring. He could feel the blush on his checks, he hated it.

"My name's Lyanna Woods. So, what do you think of Panorama High so far?"

Quin began reaching for Jamies food bag when the blonde snatched it back before Quin could steal it. Percy looked back towards the other three.

"Not too bad" He began to smile.

"Well that bloody good" Jamie said.

"Why's that?" Percy wondered.

"Your fucking stuck with us now, whether you like it or not." He continued with a smirk. Percy didn't think he minded that.

Quin gasped loudly, making everyone turn towards him.

"I found Uno!" He lifted up the corner of the rug, under it sat the half-opened card box.

Marcel looked at his watch.

"We were late coming back, had to circle all the way around the building to miss Rus, we're going to miss third period if we stay any longer."

They all fell into an awkward silence. Percy was aware it was because of him. They were waiting to see what he did. No one spoke until Percy finally broke the awkward silence.

"How important is third period?" Percy hinted.

"Well, Lemons, sorry Clemons told me to take you there, but it's the same every year, an hour or so of speeches about 'how wonderful this new year is going to be for our education.' Quin put on an old man voice dramatically.

"So, we could just not go, I mean if it happens every year?" Percy offered.

"Oh yeah, you'll fit right in" Lyanna laughed reaching for her bag of food once more.

"So, Uno then?" Quin held up the cards.

Percy smiled as the others nodded along in agreement. All looking somewhat relived.

Percy still sat on the green beanbag while Marcel began moving his yellow bean bag to sit next to Percy. Jamie and Lyanna moved on the pillows opposite Quin, who sat at the foot of the sofa.

Quin began shuffling and dealing the cards out for everyone and for the first time ever, Percy felt completely normal, completely mundane and yet he felt fully content.

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In light of @incorrectgreekgods and I starting the Hermes is in Love With Apollo Club together and the Poseidon is a Bottom Movment suddenly gaining more attention than usual because she has more followers than I do, I present you with these images that @greek-mythographer sent me:

These are now the official images! Join the club at @incorrectgreekgods and join the movment @ my blog!!

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Tfw being a member of the Poseidon is a bottom movement sneaks into your writing

Phoenix sighs as she sits on the couch. Her belly was not as swollen as other expecting mothers but she felt the weight of twins in her hips. She sat there for a moment until she felt the urge to satisfy her cravings.

She slowly gets up and waddles her way to the kitchen. Phoenix fixed herself a tuna melt sandwich with natto, sour cream and pickles.

The young Asian-American witch does a little dance when her craving is fulfilled. She eats in peace with the exception of her dog Charles sniffing at her bump, wagging his tail when he smells the babies. She felt a pair of toned arms carefully wrap around her, supporting her belly with his hands.

“I thought you had to drive the sun chariot today,” Phoenix points out as Apollo kisses her neck.

“Can’t a god make sure the witch carrying his child is safe and healthy?” He buries his face in her curls as she finished her light meal.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” she whispers. Apollo perks up, allowing his devotee lead him the bedroom.

Phoenix felt his hands unzip her dress as they passionately kissed. She pushes him on the bed. His blue eyes glazed with lust as his legs spread open.

“Poseidon I know it’s you,” Phoenix says smugly, zipping her dress back up. Poseidon groans as he shifts back to his regular form of a muscular man with turquoise eyes and dark hair.

“How did you know?”

“You’re such a bottom,” Phoenix states.

“I am not,” Poseidon rebukes.

“You are,” she rubs her round belly “and every time Apollo touches my belly his baby goes nuts and starts kicking the shit out of my back muscles.”

“I knew it,” he points at her bump accusingly “babies are the biggest cockblockers.”

“Please go home, I would like a nap without any godly disturbance.” Phoenix emphasizes this by laying on her bed and closing her eyes.

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your event is too tempting to not join HAHAHAH

so, may i fancy a prompt eight with toji + edging and overstimulation? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) even though i am currently a poseidon simp machine i still want to indulge in some toji every once in a while <3

ps, have a good day bby asiah! :D

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♡ : FT : toji x f! reader

♡ : CW/TW : pwp + edging, overestimation, squirting.

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THE LARGE CALLOUSED hands that slid restlessly up your tingling thighs and to your waist fondled at your delicate skin that rose with goosebumps, "you like it when i touch you here, huh?" toji's deep, resonant voice feathered against your neck as a warm hand worked itself further down, caressing at the soft mound of flesh at the curve of your ass, "or maybe here?" his breath hot against your skin as he pressed a rough thumb against your puffy clit with enough pressure to make you whine below him.

"toji, p-please.. yes, touch there.. 'm wanna cum.. please.." you plea for mercy to finally tumble over the edge, yet he only scoffs at your desperate want. his scar stretches when his lips twinge into a smirk as he watches you, watching how those hooded eyes peer up at him with need, eyes that gloss with salty tears as some fat ones break free and trail down your burning cheeks.

the want in your gaze was agonizing, yet you knew he was going to keep pushing you close to the edge until there were no words left that can leave your strained throat. and at this point, he was just bullying your pussy and you wanted to cry. he's been leaving you hanging for so long. far too long. to the point your entire bottom half feels numb. the second you taste that sweet high, he just stops. everything stills as your left a whimpering mess, head dazed and mouth-watering.

he's brought you to the edge of heaven over and over, never letting you get all the way there, and it was torture. sweet, delicious torture.

you felt a rush of shivers lick up your spine the moment his hips buck up against yours, feeling the crown of his heavy cock brush up against your soft spot.

the strong grip you have on his forearms was enough to leave his skin red with an imprint of your grasp but toji didn't mind, or couldn't even care, knowing mercy was at his hands. seeing you whimper with need made him only want to tease you even more, seeing how needy you are to reach that stomach-churning high he knows he can deliver to you easily at any second.

stray thoughts flitted through your mind, but they were inconsequential, all that mattered was how his thumb rubbed in tight circles at your clit as he began to slowly thrust up into you once again. but no matter how slow he was with his movements, it was always an undeniably toe-curling sensation and was always delivered just right. your back arches into the bed, hips trying to wiggle themselves forward into his touch for more of that sweet friction. but his free hand held at your waist with a vice, keeping you still and leaving you salivating for more.

toji tilts his head, his piercing seafoam eyes hooding at the feeling of your gummy walls trying to pull him in more with greed. you could feel that hot coil of elation tightening in your core all again the moment his tongue laps over his long scar and pulls his hips back only to snap them with yours once again.

your stretched moans fill his ears the second he keeps up with that momentum. your breast bounce as the bed begins to rocks with you and his thumb was still firmly rubbing at your sensitive bundle of nerves. all again, that feeling of your stomach doing flips, you were left balancing precariously on that same edge you were left hanging on a few minutes ago, where he had kept you for so long.

the pressure to your clit was too much, the feeling of his thick cock bucking up into your cunt was unbearable. your chest heaves as your thoughts run wild, in prayers, he's finally letting you reach that overdue high. as his cock juts up into your tight walls, your pleas seemed to have been answered, feeling your core spasm with that needed high, walls clenching around his throbbing length as you came, hard.

you felt so high off his cock that was now shining with your slick; your cum drooling out of your numbing cunt and spilling onto the sheets.

through the sound of the blood rushing in your ears you hear a deep growl, "you wanted this, right? begging to cum so badly. so keep cumming." he didn't stop or slow down, in fact, he picked up the pace tenfold. your eyes widen, nails pinching into his thick skin, leaving angry raw trails in their wake. your legs tremble, mouth flooding with drool like a rabid animal as your senses seemed to be leaving you.

this was too much, so much your body felt boneless. you squeak out in pleas.

"aw, what's wrong? you're getting what you've begged for." he taunts, that sweet auditory caramel fanning at your skin as he pushes his cock deeper at each hard and rough thrust. your eyes roll back as he jackhammers into your poor little cunny and feeling as if your trembling body was melting into the mattress.

"can't take it? huh, baby? yeah, i thought so."

toji slows himself at the feeling of your walls fluttering around him again. feeling you were about to reach that peak of pleasure he snatched it right out of your grip without hesitation just to get you thinking you were going to have your way again.

you take this moment to take in a sharp breath of air, taking back in all of your senses. yet, your brain still felt too mushy to comprehend everything, but the faint voice beside the shell of your ear electrified your nerves,

"you're so cute when you beg, y’know that?”