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does everyone hate ocs should i stick to x reader and y/n..

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jason “chill guy” grace 🤝🏼 leo “who is this diva” valdez

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starr's how to: submit a standalone request!

a guide on how to submit a request so starr can complete it how you like!

hello everyone! i thought i'd make a little step by step guide on what to write in asks because i've been worried i haven't been writing accurately to what's being requested! note: there is no requirement to follow this at all for your asks, but it can help you figure out what you want to read and help me understand what you mean!

pre-request thinking: for requests, i'll need some of the following:

a character(s)

a format (drabble/headcannons/etc)

a dynamic (familial, platonic, romantic)

a reader (fem!reader, sib!reader, child of hades!reader, etc)

an idea (what you want the work to be about, essentially. ex: jason crushing on reader, hazel teaching reader how to ride horses, babysitting with annabeth, anything!)

a timeline (canon, mortal au, fantasy, etc)

extras (anything else you'd like to include!)

after you decide these, you can start filling in your ask! here is a more detailed step by step:

step one: choose a character. or two, or three, or however many you feel like reading about! keep in mind the dynamic when you write this.

step two: decide on one or more of the following: format, dynamic, reader, prompt, and extras.

step three: send!

that’s it, thank you for reading! i can’t wait to get to your requests!

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Hi! I don’t know if you’re still writing but could you do a part two where reader almost dies on a quest and she’s in a coma for a few months and he’s like desperate and than when she wakes up he asks her to marry him? If you don’t want to it’s fine. Thank youu!!

hello hi! i would love to write this, but which work are you referring to as part one? xx

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where are the replies ?! i’ve never seen any replies on this post and now it’s saying there’s three how does that work

IS IT CASUAL NOW? piper mclean.

synopsis: in which you're "casual" with piper mclean.

tags: 16+ ONLY!!!! suggestive content ahead. mentions of hookups & drinking, both parties are over 21. no graphic nsfw written. some angst & fighting. no set gender, but relationship is implied to be wlw.

notes: soo self indulgent i hope you enjoy <33

✧˚ �� .

10:36. she's late.

you paced around the lawn, waiting for her to pull into your driveway. she said 10:30, but she's always running late. you can't blame her for it, she's busy. that's what she tells you at least.

headlights flared, and piper's white jeep speedily pulled up to you.

she asks if you're ready to go, and you feel yourself smile at the sound of her voice. she has you wrapped around her finger (whether she knows it or not).

driving to her apartment is a quick 10 minutes, but feels like ages with her hand tracing your thigh. getting inside her door is better, you think. at least she looks at you.

laying in bed with piper at night was nice. she's sweet to you, kissing the dark purple bruises and wrapping her arms around you when you need it.

but it always made you question things. question things like: what are we? what do you think of me? do you think we'll grow old together?

and when do you know if it's stopped being casual— when you've moved in? it's not like you could ask her, because she just smiles and changes the subject. everyone thinks you're dating and you don't have the heart to correct them. it's nice to think about.

✧˚ · .

you're staring at your disheveled self in the mirror and think: sometimes, you wish you never met her.

what would life be like without piper? this situation with her has been going on for half a year, and she's still shown you no semblance of an official answer.

it doesn't help that you argued in the car. it was about something insignificant to both of you, but you knew there was something beneath the surface she was actually mad about. you chose to not bring it up, and say nothing but a short farewell when you were dropped back off at your house.

✧˚ · .

she says she hates you.

but it's just that she knows your coffee order by heart. and it's just that the passenger seat is adjusted to your liking. and it's just that you've met her parents.

but it's just that that you can see a future with her, and you know she can too.

so you call her. she doesn't pick up at first, but she calls back a few minutes later.

she's guarded; you don't usually call her.

you ask how she is, she says she's fine. you know she's not.

you just want to talk; doesn’t end well.

what, to check on her? she’s fine, don’t call her again.

✧˚ · .

2:12. a text from piper. two words, if you can even call it that.

you up?

no response from you.

three minutes later:

baby please

m sorry

miss u

she’s drunk, for sure. she only gets drunk when she’s trying to drown her feelings. aka, when she knows she fucked up. gods.

you grab your phone to text her: where are you?

no response.

you don’t really have to ask though. if she’s this drunk, she’s at home. hopping in your car with no time for bluetooth, the radio blares whatever station you left it on last. there were no thoughts circling you head other than her.

pushing the door open, you march into piper’s fancy apartment. there she is, sniffling on the floor with her emptied cup of coke & rum that was most likely refilled a couple times.

seeing your face, she attempts to get up off the carpet where she was sitting, but ends up falling over. rushing to her side, you pull her into an embrace and rest on the floor with her.

“i love you.” she slurs.

“stop.” you say, silencing her but not pushing her off.

✧˚ · .

you say won’t live in delusion. you say you hate her. you say piper mclean does not love you.

you, of all people, know that’s not true.

but you have no interest in talking to her about it.

ITS HARD BEING CASUAL WHEN MY FAVORITE BRA IS IN YOUR DRESSER 📢📢🗣️🗣️‼️‼️

where are the piper stans…

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could you do anything with Thalia Grace legit anything I’m such a simp for her and the drought of fics about her is huge

just like heaven

synopsis: thalia & concerting.

tags: oneshot (?) established relationship. reader has no gender but intended wlw. second person pov, usage of you/your. name not mentioned & no [y/n]. keep in mind author has never been on stage nor performed at a punk show. usage of ‘babe’ once.

notes: anon i am so sorry this ask has been in my box for months i am so sorry. i wrote half of this 2 months ago but let it sit and i’m glad i did because i had a new perspective but i am also not confident in it at all sorry. i love my very real girlfriend thalia grace

“oh, crap.” thalia laughed as she stumbled over a cord. running around all over the place without looking was not working out well for her, but you decided she could figure that one out herself. right now, the two of you were at a venue thalia would be playing in a couple hours.

she was supposed to be soundchecking, but for some reason her amp kept buzzing. you couldn’t really help with the problem solving, so you were standing off to the side observing. this was you and your girlfriend’s usual weekend activity. you drive to a venue, get coffee, and then sit in the green room for three hours before the show.

this venue was definitely your favorite. it’s small, but it was the venue where you saw your first show with thalia. you can barely remember who played, but you definitely remember how happy thalia was to take you.

suddenly a face appeared in front of you. “oi!” she was always smiling, it seemed. “we’re gonna soundcheck quick ‘cause we fixed the amp stuff, and then after we can eat, yeah?” thalia held your shoulders and swung you slightly. you glanced at the clock across the room, and saw how late it was.

“yeah, okay.” you smiled back at her. she squeezed your shoulders and then ran to her place on stage. watching thalia play was your favorite part of the night, obviously. she winked at you as you hopped off the stage to stand on the empty floor beneath the band.

“1, 2, 3, 4!” her drummer counted off, and the sound of rock music filled the space. you found yourself swaying with the song, eyes staying on your girlfriend the whole time. she really was so pretty with the stage lights shining on her.

they played a few songs, and called it. “thalia. do not forget to come back. do not get distracted. i will kill you.” her bandmate called after her while she walked up to you. she turned and laughed, “yes, sir!”

“ready?” thalia asked you. you nodded, and the two of you walked out of the venue to your car. “sooo, we have a few hours. we don’t go on until eight-ish, and i don’t have to do merch this time so we’re good there. did you look at places yet?”

“ah, no. there’s the one we went to last time..?” you leaned against the trunk of your car with thalia coming in front of you to rest her hands on your hips.

“hmm. that one’s good, yeah. we could always just look around ‘f you wanted something different.” she leaned closer to you, your shoulders meeting her rough jacket patches.

you smiled softly. “okay.” she hummed in agreement, and gave you a quick kiss. thalia grabbed your hand and started walking. ‘guess we’re ditching the car..’ you thought.

-

“…what was he thinking? yeah, the waitress will totally go out with you after you danced on the table. good going.” thalia gestured wildly, recounting the past thirty minutes.

you grabbed thalia’s shoulder, trying not fall over while laughing. “right? seriously..” she pushed open the backdoor to the venue and threw the to-go boxes down on the nearest table. a backstage worker approached her, signaling her leave.

“‘kay, it’s time. love you?” thalia’s breath was hot on your face as she trapped you against the door. her eyes seemed to spark and snap when they met yours. you smiled and closed the distance between you and your girlfriend.

“love you too.” you responded. “good luck!” she squeezed your hips and ran off. you made your way down to the floor where you stood in the audience.

as soon as you made it down and through the crowd for a good spot, the audience erupted in cheer, and you couldn’t not join in. (though who wouldn’t want to?) thalia’s band truly ruled the stage. their first song started and the floor shook beneath the weight of two hundred people jumping and shoving.

the mosh pit has to be one of the best parts of thalia’s shows. seeing how her music can move people (literally, in this sense) is definitely a highlight. that, and interactions with her fans.

a few steps behind you stood a younger girl, maybe thirteen or fourteen. she was eyeing the pit, and you could tell she was nervous.

“hey! first show?” you yelled over the music as you moved through the crowd back to her. she eyed you, and nodded. “it’s okay, pit is scary at first. and now, sometimes.” you laughed. “so how’d you find their music?” you nodded towards the stage, trying to break the ice. the girl was seemingly alone, and you felt a need to protect her.

her eyes lit up and she gasped. “well, my friends kept saying i needed to leave the house because i was too emo, or whatever,” she started. “so i was looking at events posted online, and i saw the show so i decided to go.” the girl looked up to you expectantly.

“woah! that’s a big choice!” you smiled. “do you know the music, or just showed up?”

she paused, waiting for the applause to slow before speaking again. “i found them online a while ago. i showed my friends and were gonna come with me, but then they said that the concert doesn’t count as going out because it’s still emo.” she smiled when you cackled.

you glanced up at your girlfriend on stage. “who cares what they think? you’re here, have fun!”

the girl smiled.

-

“owwww, my feet!” thalia whined as she flopped on the couch.

chuckling while taking your jacket off, you replied. “it’s your fault for wearing those shoes, thals! you knew you were gonna have to stand for an hour.”

“we were good though, huh?”

“always.”

crossing the living room to sit next to your girlfriend, the girl from earlier popped into your head. thalia poked her head up from her dejected position on the couch to look at you. “why ‘ya smiling? thinking about me again? ‘m just the best!” she threw her arms around your waist.

“hmm, not quite.” rubbing her arm, you recounted the story to thalia. she was quiet after, thinking.

she sighed. “it’s weird.”

“what’s weird, babe?”

“i don’t know. i guess i’d never thought of being impressionable to young children.” she snorted. “i just..” she trailed off when you put your head on hers.

“thank you.”

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this is so beautiful 🥹🥹 layout too o(>ω) i need this percy in my life!

﹙💭﹚ 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗒 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌? 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗒. 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗎𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾.

you can sense him before he even walks in, a familiar presence that warms the space around you. his smile is faint, like he’s trying to show you he’s happy to see you but can’t quite hold it together.

“can i…?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper as he sinks down beside you. the way he leans into your side is both desperate and sweet, as if he’s trying to melt into you, wanting nothing more than to be as close to you as possible.

“of course,” you reply softly, draping an arm around him. it’s a simple gesture, but it draws him in, melting away some of that heavy gloom. he nuzzles closer, his head tucked under your chin, and you can feel the weight of his world pressing against you.

“why are you so clingy today?” you tease gently, running your fingers through his messy hair.

“shut up,” he mumbles, a hint of a pout gracing his lips. “i just want to be near you, okay?” his voice is muffled against your shirt as he playfully tugs at the hem, fingers brushing against the lace, a small smile peeking through his frustration.

you can’t help but chuckle because, as clingy as he is, there’s something undeniably endearing about how he seeks comfort in you. you plant a soft kiss on his forehead, and he sighs contentedly, eyes fluttering shut for just a moment. then, with a slight grin, he wipes the dampness off on your shirt, rubbing his forehead against the fabric, and you roll your eyes, trying to hide your amusement.

and yet, his clinginess isn’t just about needing comfort. on days like this, he’s a whirlwind of contradictions. one moment, he’s silent, drifting off in thought, and the next, he’s playfully poking at your sides, a cheeky grin lighting up his face as he tries to coax a laugh out of you. “come on, don’t be boring!”

“percy, you’re the one who’s being insufferable,” you laugh, trying to wriggle away, but he huffs in playful indignation, easily pulling you back into his warm embrace. he mimics your whines, the sound making you giggle despite yourself.

you can’t help but smile, because even when he’s overwhelming, you know it’s just his way of asking for help. so you stay there, tangled together, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against yours.

“just hold me for a bit, okay?” he murmurs, his voice softer now, eyes fluttering closed as he sinks deeper into you.

©valsverse— do not steal, edit, or repost my works. plagiarism is prohibited.

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hello i am outing anons be warned..! just kidding. tumblr has been eating my asks though and i want to make sure everyone who submitted is able to have their asks written! here are the only three asks showing in my inbox right now.

(ignore bad cropping..) my inbox says i have five asks, but again these are the only ones showing! if you don't see your ask here, please submit it again!

sidenote, if you think i haven't seen an ask, send it again! send it multiple times! tumblr and i fight everyday so i promise you are not bugging me! i am also very forgetful (which is not your problem) so reminders can be helpful. i will try my very best to be on top of it though! thank you so much everyone, and sorry for the delay with the asks from literal months ago i am so sorry (◞‸◟；) i will write these immediately !!

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hi all, i very much apologize for not being active. i know i always say i have a lot going on, but i really do .. >-< i think i’ll be able to be active now! i need to grab those last requests but i might do an event for halloween/fall. let me know what you think about event ideas & themes!! thank you all for your patience !! with love, ☆

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i would LOVEEE to make a part two but i have no idea about the plot :(( please give me ideas and i will begin writing!!!!!! ily anon

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it’s been in the drafts for a bit. whoops! need to work out a few flaws and it’ll be postable!

percy & sibling angst coming up because i am in a MOOD!

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Hi could you do an apollo x reader doesn’t matter what it’s about. Thank youu!! I really love your writing!!

love songs on the radio ☀️

synopsis: domesticity with apollo (and some reflection)

tags: blurb i am sorry. reader has no gender (apollo’s pov, usage of ‘you’ instead of ‘me’ or ‘they’.. sorry), idk what else to tag it’s pretty lowkey!

notes: so i may have went a little overboard.. i hope this is okay 🤍 i love apollo’s character in the rrverse but i mayyy have overdone it. please send feedback this is new ! (also, so sorry it’s short!! i wanted to get it done before my inspiration died.. i will try to continue if you like it!)

he prays this isn’t a dream, for a blessing has been bestowed upon him through early morning bird songs and harmonic sunrise musings. he thanked every god he’d ever done right for the scene playing out in your shared kitchen. the sun-bleached & salt-stained windowsill rested the speaker that was playing soft music (the music you were swaying to; the swaying which caused him to grin).

the sound of his bare feet patting on the wooden floor alerted you of his presence behind you. chirping a morning greeting, you continue your place at the countertop. apollo couldn’t get a good glance at what you were working on from his position in the hallway, but he had a clear view of the baking being done when he sat at the counter stool. even if he couldn’t see, though, his nose still worked. your wildflower and honey-filled pancakes could wake him up out of a dead sleep.

conversation was passed, and apollo felt himself becoming drowsy (despite waking up ten minutes prior). the whistling of the tea kettle and the sun rays weaving through the sheer curtains seemed to encourage him to rest again.

heavy-eyed as he was, his battering heart, syncopated and burning gold, could not stop his wandering mind. he had sworn countless times before that he wouldn’t listen to the voice within, but it tended to steal his attention at times.

during these times, apollo tended to think cynically. (it’s just where is mind takes him, he’s sure you’d understand). what if, in another life, you had taken another lover? or what if, in another life, you had never met him? and when the fates finally give up on him, where would you go? he’s sure he’d chase after you in every lifetime. but, there will always be a grave in the garden, and he will crumble without your roothold on him.

one look at your tranquil appearance, lips chapped and hands busy, was enough to push the notion away. words fell flat on his tongue as you looked back with a beam, seemingly beckoning him closer to you. how could he refuse?

as he resumed his spot behind you, bronzed and hardened arms around your waist, he knew that this love will never falter.

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piper trying to hide the "girls kissing" search when jason comes into the room

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percy & sibling angst coming up because i am in a MOOD!

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fake dating leo valdez

pairing: leo valdez x gn!reader

tags: fake relationship, mostly fluff, angst/doubts at the end

leo never had to pretend like he was in love with you, because he really has been in love with you for years!

he had always watched you and your boyfriend, thinking about how it would be to take his place and call you his

but when your boyfriend broke up with you and began to date one of your siblings, you wanted to show just how unbothered you were about the whole situation!

and that's when you asked leo to pretend to be your boyfriend!

leo had been a good friend of yours and you knew that he wouldn't be too shy to hold your hand or kiss you, so nobody would realize you weren't an actual couple!

suddenly, leo's fantasies about being your boyfriend became reality! or at the very least, he got to live out these fantasies, even if it was only for a little while

since you gave him permission to touch you in public – whether it was hugs, kisses or holding your hand – leo didn't hold back!

he always held your hand or had an arm wrapped around you, even when your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen

and with time, the kisses and compliments he whispered in your ear began to became more as well. of course, only to ‘keep up the act’ and not because he actually meant any of it… right?

but slowly, leo began to want more. he knew it was selfish, but he couldn't help but wish you two could be like this, even when nobody was watching. perhaps, you could even take the next step…

but whenever he had those thoughts, he had to remind himself that this was just pretend. at least, it was for you. or at least, that was what leo thought…

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canon clarisse and annabeth interaction

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☾ clarisse la rue fic recs (my girlfriend....real):

if looks could kill by @rztaros

don't delete the kisses by @star-girl69

↳ music to watch girls to by @/star-girl69

↳ american teenager by @/star-girl69

↳ better than revenge by @/star-girl69

↳ let me love you like a woman by @/star-girl69

hands off by @larueluvr

a helping hand by @cranberryjuice-posts

this is a life by @abbeym28

i like a challenge when the prize is you by @aphroditesmoon

↳ wish you'd ask me by @/aphroditesmoon

gardens of babylon by @strawberryyivy

holding your hand by @lecsainz