#Effect House

[lilislegacy]

percy has been called smart by hazel, reyna, and annabeth (twice).

to say he’s actually dumb is to disagree with those three women. and if you are disagreeing with 3 of the most knowledgeable, capable, and badass characters in the series… what are you even doing?

[overwritexr]

[kat-rose-griffith]

Eloise: have you told him that you’re whistledown yet???

Penelope: listen, a lot has happened in the last hour. I need a minute

[puppyeared]

littlest furth shop

@laikascomet

[pyralart]

In which Luz gets isekai-ed another way

First part >> Next Part

Remember folks, look both ways before crossing the road or this might happen to YOU! This was an advert from the Road Safety Agency (it's not).

Oops, I just dropped the angst! I can reveal that it's inspired by this original post, although I'll put my own spin on it so don't think you know what's gonna happen!

[rileyclaw]

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i caught hunter’s moving castle disease because of mike’s huntlow art

[azatas]

"we need more complex female characters" you couldn't even handle her

[mayasaura]

Shoutout to anyone writing Mithrun Dungeonmeshi: Not feeling hunger fucking sucks.

Let me elaborate. Every day, you wake up. You think "I should eat breakfast," but you're still groggy, and that would take work, and you have somewhere to be soon, so you just add it to the list of things to do today. You go through your day doing whatever it is you do, and sometime in the early evening, you notice you're feeling kinda stressed, like you've got frame lag in your brain. Thinking is harder than it should be. After a moment's reflection, you realise you never ticked "eat breakfast" off today's chore list, but you've got other stuff going on right now so you make a note to get to that soon and move on. It's late evening. You should really be in bed, but it's whatever. You feel dizzy and nauseous. There's a pervasive sense of dread; something is deeply wrong and you can't tell what. Are you tired? Are you sick? Is the world just a horrible place inhabited by cruelty and idiots? Oh. Maybe, but you also just haven't given your idiot body its calories yet, and it's buttonmashing stress responses like a cat yowling for dinner.

It's one o'clock in the morning. You finally eat breakfast. Now it's time to go to bed, and try again tomorrow.

[roodles03]

I'm just... dropping this here. With absolutely no context.

BONUS:

[idoodlestuffsometimes]

Story Post 15 (Part 1)

AU MASTER POST

BEGINNING | PREVIOUS | NEXT (tbd)

[Image ID under the cut]

[IMAGE ID: Two pages of a black and white comic. PAGE ONE PANEL ONE: Luz stares up in fear, caught in the relic room of the castle. "Why if it isn't Eda's human pet!" PANEL TWO: Lilith looms over her. "How perfect." PANEL THREE: A distant view of one of the castle's towers. PANEL FOUR: Caleb is throwing a pot on his potter's wheel. He's wearing an apron and his reading glasses, his hair tied up in a bun. He's sticking his tongue out, calm and concentrated as he works. PANEL FIVE: CRASH! Caleb jerks comically in surprise, splattering his pottery everywhere. PANEL SIX: BAM BAM BAM! Caleb takes off his glasses, turning towards the noise coming from the nearby window.

PAGE TWO PANEL ONE: The racket continues, overwhelming the panel. An overhead view as Caleb stands up on his crutches and moves towards the noise. "What in the Titan's name is going on??" he wonders. PANEL TWO: Caleb looks out the window. "I can't see anything from here," he thinks. PANEL THREE: The noise breaks off into a screech, followed by silence. A close up of Caleb looking through the bars of his window, eyebrows raised in bemusement. PANEL FOUR: His expression changes to uncertainty. "It stopped..." he thinks. PANEL FIVE: Hunter throws the door open with a BANG, Belos following behind him. "DAD!" he yells happily. Caleb jolts, startled. PANEL SIX: "You'll never guess what just happened!" says Hunter excitedly. Caleb turns to him, wiping the clay off his hands with a towel. "Violence and destruction of property?" "Well, yes," answers Hunter, "but--." PANEL SEVEN: Belos stands at Hunter's side and rests his hand on his shoulder. Hunter puts his hands on his hips and smiles at Caleb proudly. "Lilith Clawthorne has finally captured the Owl Lady," says Belos. PANEL EIGHT: Caleb clutches his shirt as he looks at them, horrified. The panel around them is black except for the barred window behind him. "She captured her own sister?" he asks. /End ID]

[ninalinovna]

happy n7 day to those who celebrate ✨

[overwritexr]

[thebatcreature]

Unbelievable how people want to be mean to him and he literally looks like this

[lullaebies]

jaehaegon au where jaehaera and aegon iii are married but are holding out on consumating anything even as they reach consumating age because they have come to one agreement in their lives and it is to annul this damn marriage. she's willing to appear infertile if it means not doing something and getting her freedom after and he's willing to give her a respectful setting aside and promise her she could go do whatever she wants after bc it buys him freedom too.

well, fate sucks arse though. jaehaera starts realizing she is giving up much of her already founded life in the keep, friends and maids and other people she cares for. aegon iii lowkey realizing while looking for his second bride nobody else really gets his suicidal jokes nor really care for much more than his crown. and sadly chanting 'annulment, annulment, annulment' is in fact, not enough to dispell the sexual tension that these two married teenagers are experiencing. oopsie!

[izzystizzys]

TW: discussion of something approximating suicidal tendencies but with the usual crack programming of this blog

“Ah, High General Windu”, says Fox, pleasantly. “So we meet again.”

High General Windu raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him, Fox thinks, though it’s getting hard to tell with all the blood rushing to his head. “If I let you go, will you try to throw yourself out of another window?”

Fox makes a vague shrugging motion - or tries to, anyways. It’s hard to tell where any of his limbs are going, hanging upside down in the air as he is. “I am willing to discuss terms.” A bridge will do just fine.

Impossibly, the High General’s eyebrows climb even further up his forehead. “A compromise, then, esteemed Commander.” And so, he righths Fox the head way up in the air, but leaves him floating just above the ground, at which point several painted shells come skidding around the corner followed by billowing robes and screeches.

“WHAT”, says Kote, calmly, “THE BANTHA-KARKED, FORCE-LOVING KRIFF, FOX.”

“You’ll short out your helmet mic”, Fox advises him, sagely. Fondly, he thinks back to decimating his own on only his second time in the newly-christened official Coruscant Guard Scream Closet. He’d just received the comm about the Zillo Beast being transported to 000, and made sure to take his bucket off thereafter to improve the quality of his closet time.

High General Windu’s face does something complicated between sympathy and constipation.

Because the Galaxy doesn’t hate Fox enough already and Cody wasn’t enough on his own, Wolffe elbows his way through their batch to plant himself in front of him, shoulders squared and shaking with repressed rage. “If you try that again, dickhead”, he begins, in a low growl that quite frankly sounds more cringe that intimidating, “I’m going to resurrect you and then kill you again.”

“Ah, Wolffe”, Plo Koon says, in his deep, shivery timbre, “Remember our conversations about effective conflict resolution and communication of needs?”

Wolffe’s eyes narrow at Fox, because all non-Guard are sweet summer children who walk around buckets off on 000 like absolute lunatics. Fox prays they never have to find out why that’s a bad idea. “I feel”, his ori’vod presses out between clenched teeth, “that if you make me watch you throw yourself out of another window, I’m going to jump after you and strangle you on the way down, you little bitch.”

“That’s fair”, says Fox, and watches High General Kenobi bury his face in his hands. Wolffe twitches in place and makes an aborted groaning noise, the hypocrite.

“Excuse me, High Marshall Commander Fox, but I fail to see what’s so dire about this situation that the Jedi High Council and your brothers cannot help you solve”, says Windu, the only sane one left on this Force-forsaken bloated corpse of a planet. Behind the gaggle of Jedi and ori’vode already gathered in front of Fox, the rest of them come veering around the corner in a commotion that’s quite frankly embarrassing. High General Yoda is mounted on Skywalker’s back like he’s a race-Eopie, which is Fox’ only consolation.

He got up this morning at 0300, bleary-eyed and with a pounding headache as always, and all was right in the world. And then Fox got called into the Jedi High Council’s chambers and was ceremoniously informed that in the wake of Chancellor Palpatine’s unfortunate demise (hah), and through the emergency state of the Senate, as well as several invented promotions foisted on Fox to make the delegation of any and all paperwork less shady, he was now next in the chain of command and-

Well, Fox is the acting Chancellor, in short.

Haha, he had said, and been meet with several seconds of silence, until it got both awkward and exceedingly painful. Wait, he’d said. You’re kriffing serious.

Kriffing serious, we are, had said High General Yoda, and thus Fox launched himself out the first best window with a maniacal cackle of, you’ll have to catch me first!

And catch him, High General Windu sure did.

“The will of the Force this is”, Yoda interrupts Fox’ train of thought. He scans him thoughtfully from beneath his wizened brow, and hems to himself. “Shake things up, this will. Determine the fate of the Galaxy, this shall. A feeling, I have, that a good Chancellor you will make. A better one, hmmm.”

“That’d be high praise, if not for the fact that a dead lemming would make for a better Chancellor than the last one”, says Fox, drawing and indignant gasp from Skywalker. He doesn’t bother with either that or the green goblin’s cackle, lost in the deep sense of resignation that settles over his shoulders like a suffocating blanket.

“Alright, then, get me Thorn on the comm. As my first act in office, I’m firing all the Jedi. No offense, but you’re kind of a disaster. Then, someone get me to the Chancellor’s office, I’m calling Dooku to let him know the war’s off. And please get me Judicial, they’ll be up all night working on my datafolders - I’m having the Senate arrested.”

“Who - is - arresting - “, Bly pants, hands on his knees from where he’s just come sprinting around the corner with his Jedi.

Underneath his bucket, Fox smiles a smile that’s all teeth. “The Senate”, he says, sweetly, wondering if he’s just imagined the shiver that’s gone through the room. “I’m suing the Senate, and taking them all into temporary custody for abuse of sentient rights.”

[daftpatience]

temperate rainforests and ceramics in september