#Hope it wasn't too bad

[doevademe]

Here is a “fun” idea, say during the events of House of Hades, everyone gets stuck in Tartarus, meaning everyone see Percy bend poison and almost kill a goddess. Everyone is freaked out by this, and keeps their distance from Percy, which makes him feel miserable. The only one who keeps by him, at least until everyone kinda gets over it and apologizes to Percy for treating him badly, is Nico, who is used to people being freaked with his scary powers. This really can happen whenever, it just would be interesting to see the Seven see this side to Percy and become scare of him while Nico is just like “he’s not scary he baby”

Percy sat away from the rest, hugging his knees as the rest discussed what to do now that they were out of Tartarus. Everybody kept glancing at him, as if worried he'd suggest joining Gaia or something.

After all they had been through they only saw him as a monster.

Well, with one exception.

"I'm going to leave soon," Nico informed him. Percy looked at him, worried. "If we want to stop the Roman attack, the Athena Parthenos needs to be brought back, but you guys are needed to stop Gaia."

Percy didn't want that. Nico was the only one who approached him without fear. The only one to actuslly tslk to him after... after the incident.

"You're going to Shadow Travel all the way to Camp?" Percy asked.

Nico shook his head.

"Doing that with the statue would kill me," Nico explained. "I'll make shorter jumps, and rest between them."

"I'll go with you," Percy offered. He didn't want to be alone with the rest of the crew. All judging him and too scared to even see where he was coming from. "You need someone to have your back while you rest!"

"You are one of the Seven, Percy," he said. "You have a role in this. Reyna and Coach Hedge are the ones who will go with me."

"I didn't vote on that!" He argued. Nico gave him a sardonic smile.

"You'd be outvoted," he said simply. "Come on, I plan on eating as much as I can before my first jump."

"So you can go farther?"

"So I don't pass out."

Percy chuckled, only to curl on himself again.

"You go," he said. "I don't want to ruin everyone's meal."

Nico stood up and held his hand. Percy observed it for a while.

"Take it," he ordered. Percy did as he was told. "This has gone long enough."

Before he could protest, Nico was dragging him to the picnic table where Piper had set a feast using the Cornucopia.

Everyone stopped eating as they approached. Nico didn't acknowledge them, just sat by Hazel's side with Percy on his right.

Reyna and Hedge looked around, confused, but the rest where looking between them, wondering what to say.

"You know," Nico started, his voice loud as he picked a piece of shephard's pie and put it on his plate. "I get it if you're wary of me."

"What?" Hazel asked. "Nico, it's not you—"

"I mean, child of death, creppy zombie powers, the ultimate outcast, I totally get it," Nico continued, ignoring his sister. He pointed at Percy, who gulped. "But him? He's one of you."

"You saw what he did down there, dude," Leo said quietly. "We all saw it."

Even Annabeth put her head down, and that hurt Percy the most. Nico frowned.

"Well, I'm sorry, next time he'll make sure to just burn down a warehouse with his mother inside." Nico's voice was full of venom. Leo looked as if he had been smacked.

Jason and Piper stood up, glaring at Nico.

"That's too far, di Angelo," Piper said dangerously. Jason glared at him.

"Oh, so now the girl who brainwashes others with her voice and the guy who can zap people out of existence claim the moral high ground," Nico said sarcastically, standing up to almost reach their height. "The dead talk, you know? I know what each of you has done."

"Nico, please..." Percy tried. Nico gave him an apologetic smile before turning to the others.

"See? I'm creepy, I'm unnerving, but you?" He pointed at them. "Each of you can be just as scary as Percy. Among this merry group we have deadly curses, accidental matricide, and a walking consent nightmare, and I know for a fact that most of you have killed more than just monsters."

Percy looked at Nico, feeling nothing short of admiration for his friend.

"Percy's only dangerous to his enemies," Hazel said quietly. "That's what you said, right?"

"We just didn't realize what the extent of 'dangerous' was," Frank added quietly, probably scared of Nico bringing up something he had done too.

"Well, congratulations on finding out," Nico said. He sat down and bit into the pie. "Most of you are older than me, so act your age, accept that Percy saved us, and get over yourselves."

Nico may or may not have muttered 'bunch of hypocrites' as he munched on his food. Percy would never tell.

"You are not unnerving, Nico," Percy said. Nico raised an eyebrow. "I mean, you can be, when you want to, but you're also very kind, and giving. You protect your friends and family with everything you have."

Nico blushed a bit. The others watched the exchange silently.

"This isn't about me, Percy," Nico said. "You guys need to work together, or else Gaia will rise and then it's game over." He gestured at the rest of the table.

Percy looked around and realized the others were deep in thought. Nico was right. None of them, except maybe Frank, could truly claim to be innocent.

Nico had made himself a target of the Seven's contempt for him. It felt like his chest was going to explode from feeling both sad for his friend and touched by his actions.

They continued eating quietly until Reyna approached them, telling Nico she would help him with the statue.

"Stay safe," Percy called. He had a new appreciation for the Son of Hades.

He hugged him, making Nico squeak.

"I won't be alone," he said against his ear. "And by the look of things, neither will you."

Nico pulled back. Percy turned and saw Annabeth approaching him hesitantly, guilt all over her face.

"Hey Seaweed Brain," she said, wincing. "I think we all need to talk."

Percy didn't know what to say, so he just nodded dumbly.

"See you later, Percy," Nico said behind him.

When he turned back, the son of Hades was already talking to Reyna as she helped tie up some ropes from the statue to Nico's back.

For some reason, his heart rate picked up at seeing him.

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[pocketgalaxies]

You are my vessel in life, unlife, and beyond. (C3E34 || C3E74) (requested by @sharkodactyl)

[tapakah0]

[longmaxsilvarg]

something about max being dressed in lighter colors at the beginning of the game vs her almost being dressed in all black / just straight up dark colors near the end just scratches my brain so good

[epickiya722]

I know what these last few chapters have taught me about BNHA...

Blocking people is useful! 😐

[n-bullseye]

forgor that I redrew that one drunk rayman scene from captain laserhawk a while ago, I don't have the reference image I redrew other stuff on the page as well but idk about sharing it since I don't think it's very good, I like this one best

[doki-doki-imagines]

Hi I was hoping you could write something for a first date with Gintoki but the reader is wearing a kimono he bought them as a birthday gift prior to the date so he’s like losing his mind And then ending it with a kiss!!

Gintoki is stuck on his place, his hands that were already sweating due the high temperature got even worse when his red eyes met yours.

You are stunning. And a bit crazy to wear a kimono with all those layers during summer. But the knot in his throat simply doesn't untangle, not when his mind finally comprehends that you are wearing the kimono he gifted you for your birthday.

Gintoki clearly remembers the price tag and how much he begged the seller for just a tiny sale on it that got firmly denied.

He couldn't eat a parfait for so long, but he could tell now it was totally worth it.

"Do I look good, Gintoki?" You bat your cute lashes at him, and the soft undertone in your voice makes his old man knee buckles a bit. He nods, lips firmly closed into a thin line.

"Let's go for a walk then?" He nods again, taking your much softer hand in his one, pulling you toward the festival.

Thankfully, you do much of the talking, pointing cute stuff from the various stalls and buying him a caramelized apple.

"I swear I'm buying it for myself!" You replied when he reprimanted you for trying to buy him a sweet treat.

It's a lie. You are clearly buying it for him. Gintoki knows your heart is bigger than your rib cage.

"Look, the fireworks are starting!" You are now sitting on a bench when your forefinger points at the sky, where a red spark lightens the sky.

But he isn't that interested at it, red eyes fixed on your face, where a crumble of sugar is stuck on your red lips due the colourant in it. Your liquid irises reflect the lights in the sky, skin so soft that Gintoki would gladly take a bite, his tongue licking his canines reflexively.

"This must be a dream" Gintoki thinks, because he doesn't remember a single good reason why he should be blessed with such a sight. He doesn't move when you finally look back at him. He stays put, cheek lying on his hand, eyes fixed on you even after getting caught staring.

"Kiss me" You mumble, and Gintoki sees the tip of your tongue between your open teeth, inviting him in.

"I would never princess." He sighs."A trash man like me doesn't deserve the honour." There is a teasing undertone in his voice, but Gintoki sees in your eyes that you understood that he is serious.

"It just means I'll do it myself." Gintoki doesn't even have the time to react, your sugary lips on his ones, and your tongue already pushing to probe his mouth.

"Ngh-ah" Gintoki groans when your nails scratch the back of himeansck, pulling his white baby curls.

"Oh- you are such a minx" Gintoki says, pulling away from the kiss, his rough hand keeping your head in place while the other is now tightly gripping the cotton of your kimono at waist level.

"So...is it a problem, Gin-chan?" His grin only gets wider at your words. You are cooing him into doing exactly what you want and to Gintoki chagrin it's working wonders. His thumb brushes your lower lips, where miraculously that piece of sugar is still stuck before bringing it to his mouth and sucking it. Your eyes never leave his hand, even gulping when his tongue slips out to taste the sugar.

"Taste good, wanna taste it?" The hand that previously held your head is now pointing at yours, still holding the half eaten caramelized apple.You nod, holding it now close to you. Your bashful behaviour makes a low laughter blossom in Gintoki throat, amused from the stark contrast of your past behaviour.

"C'mon, bite in it." He makes it lean closer to your lips, where you tentatively take a nip, eyes teary while looking at him, unsure of his next, forseeable in Gintoki's opinion, move.

"Good" He rasps out, finally throwing the sweet treat out of the way. His lips go back to yours, tongue already tasting the sugar on yours. The other hand caress lower, making you arch your back so you can be impossibly close to his chest, feeling you even under all those layers.

You both gasp into the kiss, the apple now falling to the ground, a useless device now. Hands holding each other close, disregarding the mumbles and looks of people passing by.

New lesson: never tease a sadist, they have no shame even during a first date.

[bonefall]

what’s up with BB! Puddleshine? been having thoughts about him recently lol. i find it funny that rowanstar grabbed this random child from the nursery and was like ‘bam here’s our brand new doctor and spiritual leader everyone’

(*shaking twelve year old in the background*)

You know what's pretty cool about AVoS, buried underneath the slog of it all? The thing I keep going back to about this arc, in spite of how annoying it is to be forced to say in ThunderClan as everything interesting happens off-screen?

The way that so, so many young warriors are horrifically traumatized by both the structure of the Clans, and the Kin that they turn to.

It's a shame that the Erins were so committed to the idea of the Clan social structure NOT being the problem, because this whole arc is a perfect time to show how flawed it structurally is. LET these kids have a point, that maybe they were rebelling against something broken, but Darktail was a malicious actor who exploited their naivety to serve HIS ends.

A recap of what's happening in BB!AvoS before I explain my intentions with the Puddy Boy;

The big problem that I want Rowanstar to display is a problem that ALL the leaders of this time period also have. Commitment to Clan rivalry.

After Firestar was killed in AVoS by Dark Forest warriors, Bramblestar considers diplomacy secondary as a tactic. "ThunderClan will not be bullied any longer. We have been too soft with the other Clans for too long; and they have humiliated us by taking advantage of our kindness." (Note: Harespring and Breezepelt being part of the assassination patrol is not revealed until TBC. For MAXIMUM drama reveal.)

He escalated a border dispute that Firestar had worked closely and intimately with ShadowClan to resolve; a fight for a knoutberry patch on their border, just before Winter.

After Russetfur died in this painful battle, Blackstar backslid hard from his redemption arc. This caused the Thunder/Shadow alliance to dissolve towards the end of OotS, ending a friendship between the two Clans that had lasted through all of Po3.

He was open to Sol's manipulation, and while Tawnypelt was trying to fight the Dark Forest trainees who took over ShadowClan in the meantime... Rowanclaw became deputy by organizing a patrol of cats to remind Blackstar how much he means to them.

So Rowanstar inherits the Clan with this in mind. ShadowClan solves SHADOWCLAN'S problems. "ThunderClan had a quarrel with WindClan, but decided that we were their enemy. Leaving ourselves open for betrayal was a mistake; if we cannot handle our own problems, we will inevitably succumb to them when our so-called 'allies' don't come to help." (Note: he isn't completely wrong. His words are borderline prophetic for what's about to happen.)

Onestar has a smug chuckle at this. Since taking leadership, he's been appealing to the strongest, hardest members of his Clan. Those who once tried to kill him for his "weakness" in the Civil War. The "lesson" ShadowClan learned is one that he's known since the day Onewhisker died and Onestar was born, on the night of that sabotaged muirburn. "That so-called peace was always a farce. We are warriors of the four Clans; it was always going to come down to honor, and putting ourselves first. My WindClan isn't foolish enough to pretend like ThunderClan ever acted in anything but their own, hidden self-interest."

And Mistystar respects the direction Bramblestar has taken his Clan in, and approves of the "honesty" that the Clans are now showing. "As the branches of the honeysuckle fight and win the light for themselves, sometimes there are beautiful flowers that die in the shade. We can mourn the end of an era, and prepare for a future that will be made all the sweeter for our shared struggle. This is the way of the Clans, and StarClan's solemn light shines upon us all." (Note: god I love writing Misty's speeches)

In the family tree reworkings, Rowanstar is now the brother of Littlecloud. Sons of Brokenstar, honor-sired for Newtspeck.

Littlecloud... is suffering from early onset Alzheimer's.

He didn't want to choose an apprentice after Flametail's horrible death, heartbroken and stressed out, especially when he couldn't reach his nephew through contact with StarClan.

He can't remember, anymore, that Flametail was freed. He keeps forgetting this, over and over

He keeps ending up in different times of his life, where he's best friends with Cinderpelt and still calling Leafpool by her pre-Honor Title name, where he's inventing a mobility device for Wildfur, where he's still escaping the plague and before he knew his mentor caused it, where he's on the Great Journey...

Rowanstar is in a lot of pain, watching his brother forget so many things, scared and confused half the time. He doesn't want to believe that this is really the end, or that... many of these cats are now so young they can't recognize the various eras that Littlecloud is finding himself in.

Puddleshine and Slatefur are going to remain in Pinenose's litter. Either Lion or Birch MIGHT get shuffled to another one; and ALSO the shuffler might survive the Kin. (SO voice which one you want to survive, if you have a preference!)

SO, Violetshine has either two or three adopted siblings... plus another.

Pinenose's oldest surviving child is Happypaw. Happy is the half-sibling of Puddle/Slate-- the death of Weaselkit in the Great Battle caused his parents (Pinenose and Owlclaw) to break up.

(this is why I'm thinking about just reducing the litter to Puddle/Slate, so Violet has three major adoption-siblings to remember instead of four.)

And now we're ready to talk about Puddleshine.

He isn't the first young cat to be shoved into an extremely high-pressure position because of a Cleric becoming incapacitated. Kestrelflight was also forced to become the holy speaker of his people when he was far, far too young, after Barkface died in TNP. He dealt with this obediently, with only Jayfeather ever really being able to get him to think about it in a different light.

Unlike Kestrel, Puddlekit did voice that he was interested in becoming a Cleric, in BB. But he was too young to be properly making that choice, to know what he was getting into. He mentioned it practically offhandedly, and BOOM Rowanstar had rolled him into the position.

But Puddlepaw has a deep sense of responsibility. "Wise beyond his years"-- likely because of how tumultuous his home life was.

His mother's oldest child, Happypaw, was openly a bully of his half-siblings. Pinenose distanced herself from him as a result, causing Happy to be closer to Owlclaw, who was still not over Weaselkit's death.

But Puddle's Ba Spikefur is not a cat who handles his kit's emotions well. Instead, he encourages ambition, tells him to get back at his half-sibling by being more influential than that twerp could ever be.

Puddle will often go to Violet, the new POV, to vent about these things.

And one thing he mentions to her is how amazing Kestrelflight is, when he gets to meet him at the half-moon conferences. He learns SO MUCH from him, it's like he GETS what he's going through...

Puddle doesn't even feel sure that Littlecloud knows what he's doing anymore. If he's learning the right information at all.

But Rowanstar won't DO anything about Littlecloud-- and he CERTAINLY isn't about to let Puddlepaw go train under someone else's Cleric.

As a result of this, Puddlepaw becomes a VERY important member of Sleekpaw's little group. He wasn't one of their friends to begin with, buuuuut...

When he sits to chat with Sleekpaw and Needlepaw, with Happypaw good and far out of earshot, she makes a lot of sense.

A LOT of it.

ShadowClan is run by old men who don't know what they're doing. Rowanstar is too emotional to make good choices. Puddlepaw, barely even old enough to begin apprenticeship, is running all the medicine for an entire Clan.

And, sure, he doesn't have much in the way of a connection to StarClan, no, just a little more spiritual than the average cat...

But who can point this out? If Littlecloud is slowly losing his mind anyway?

"It's not right, how much pressure's on you," Sleekpaw growls, "And it wouldn't be this way if we could challenge Rowanstar. You should be training with Kestrelflight right now."

"But we're dealing with the shells StarClan dealt, and the Clan is looking to you now," Needlepaw points out on behalf of her friend, "You have much more sway than you know."

This time around for BB, Sleekpaw starts as a young hero. She's right. Rowanstar should be challenged, his emotions are affecting the ENTIRE Clan, and Puddlepaw is in a bad position because of it. Needlepaw is like her best diplomat, surely to become her deputy someday.

They would have made an excellent set of leaders for ShadowClan. But they trusted the wrong person, and were exploited. When Darktail and The Kin came to the lake, they were swept up by it, and WindClan began an embargo.

Puddlepaw eventually oversees the Yellowcough Outbreak, and at first just thinks it's Greencough. He has no idea about strains, or the special types of Color Cough that Clan cats have historically dealt with. Even when he finally does learn it's not JUST Greencough, he's powerless to do anything about it. A lot of cats die because of the lack of mullein.

After that, with ShadowClan so weak and the Kin so strong... he's one of the cats who calls for the merge. The most important one, in fact, leveraging his position to say that this is StarClan's will.

Sleekwhisker and Needletail were right all along, and he's happy to stick it right into everyone's faces. Onestar's tantrum of an embargo killed his Clanmates, Rowanstar stopped him from properly training, he's been under pressure from the time he was small with Littlecloud not fit to be a mentor, and he's ready to welcome in ShadowClan's new era as something that is not a Clan.

...unfortunately, it turned out to be the wrong choice. Not because his thought process was wrong. But because Darktail had other plans in-mind.

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts - Atlantica

[purgaytorysupremacy]

oh nuts. a life experience has given me a new layer of perspective on Cas's homosexual declaration of love to Dean.

recently I had occasion to tell a person I had feelings for them knowing full well they didn't feel even a twinge of the same thing for me. while the whole thing was a decidedly unpleasant experience, I kept laughing at myself internally bc I didn't want to say "the happiness is just in saying it" like fucking Castiel over here. (we don't need to talk about it, it's fine.) (I am happier having said it and it's kind of bullshit, but I digress.)

because the thing is, the happiness isn't in just saying it, right? the happiness is in the having. I made a whole TikTok "proving" that the Empty didn't come for Cas when he confessed his love, but rather when he realized Dean loved him back. even for Cas, the happiness was in the having, not in the saying, however brief it was.

and I've always been one of those people who rolled their eyes at the whole concept. why would the happiness be in just being, in just saying it, if it's right there in front of you to have. and then it hit me like a tonne of bricks (as I was washing my kitchen counters).

Cas really didn't think he could have Dean.

at all. in any capacity. he really, truly, and honestly felt to the depths of himself that Dean did not have any twinge of similar feelings, that this really was a Hail Mary shot-in-the-dark. and I think me, personally, really didn't understand that about Cas. that his belief in his love being unrequited was that unshakable.

something else I've been pondering is how audiences have so much more empathy for fictional characters who share traits that IRL they find objectionable and unappealing. but the thing is about fictional characters is that we follow them around in their most private, vulnerable moments. we see Dean mourning Cas when he dies, literally killing himself because he can't live without him, but it's so easy to forget that we're the omniscient ones here.

Cas never knew.

Dean's whole thing was pushing him away, keeping him at arm's length, making it seem like whatever heroic thing he does for Cas he'd do for anyone. he downplays how important it is for Dean to share the Deancave with him, to show him his favourite movies, share his favourite songs. he acts like the things Cas does for him don't mean that much to hide how much they do mean. he uses "we" whenever he even gets in the vicinity of expressing a feeling. "We were worried." "We're glad you're back." "We needed a win." "You're our brother." The audience knew the difference. We saw how he'd clench his jaw or swallow hard or make a face that said "God, I'm being such an idiot". Because we saw him in those little moments. We got to see the cracks in the mask.

but Cas never knew.

the self-hating angel of Thursday was never going to think it was all a way for Dean to protect himself. obviously, that's the delicious tragedy of it all, but what I think I realized at the end of all that is Cas confessing his love to a Dean who didn't love him back wouldn't have worked. Because the happiness really is in the having. If happiness was just in saying it, then The Empty would have come before Cas even finished getting the words out of his mouth.

so Cas's plan wouldn't have worked if Dean didn't love him back.

this is just me yapping on about my own nonsense, but I do think it's really interesting. there's contentment in "just saying it". there's freedom and relief and an unburdening. I think one can argue that it makes being happy in the being easier. there is certainly some joy in telling a person you think that highly of them. but true happiness?

nah.

true happiness is always going to only be in the having. Cas didn't understand the difference until he experienced it, and by then, it was too late.

[gayferrari]

i hope mclarens underdog gimmick manifests itself to be real tbh. i remember seeing red bull fans on twitter proclaim their car wasnt the actual Rocketship it was last season and that max was the one making the difference only and look where red bull are now, which is the actual trenches.

If F1 success was determined by how much the teams hype themselves up regardless of performance. Ferrari dominance might bore fans (but not me)

[pinkd3mon]

I can respect the hater mentality

[robosuta]

Everytime I draw them I get gender euphoria

[masquenoire]

Teeny tiny snupdate regarding the new ball python! He's settled in so well and has become a lovely, cuddly - even kissy snake. He was really quite shy to start off with, even handling was scary for him as even though he didn't ball up, he would flinch a lot at unexpected movements. Two months down the line, he seems to really enjoy coming out, nice long tongue flickers and wanting to check everything out. ❤️

[winchestersheaven]

me: i’m gonna read Rodney McKay fics

fandom: we have lots of McShep

me: McShep is good, i like that ship

me: so, McShep fics with Rodney feels, please

fandom: sure thing, lots of Rodney feels here 😇

fandom: *bombards me with unexpected John feels*

me: hey, uh. why is my heart all fucked up?