#The shit she and Apollo has going on is so sweet-

[drawingwiffmoochi]

Hey guys I’m feeling icky and I’ve been going through it so have some drawings-

also read the tags vvvvv

[whois-miki]

—- # ‘get out of my office, Luke.’

Luke Castellan x Apollo!fem!reader

warning - cussing, percy third wheeling, argument

others - situationship, not dating, percy : 🧍🏼, this is all over the place,

Luke tries to find out what Percy is good at to find his godly parent

or

While y/n is trying to mind her own business in the infirmary, a not so subtle, Luke pays her a visit.

a/n - sTOP, why do i relate to Percy so much 😭 ✋🏻

also gonna post a poll soon if this does well <3

“why are we even going here, it’s not like i’m the son of Apollo.”

Percy complained when Luke dragged him over to the infirmary.

“thats where your wrong buddy. some Apollo kids are really bad archers and really good medics.” he says as he opens the infirmary door to reveal a teenage girl tending to a camper.

The girl’s head quickly snapped to look at them with a kind look on her face before it was quickly washed away when her eyes set on the older boy.

“what do you want, Castellan?” she said clearly annoyed, at the sight of this Luke smirked knowing that he was getting on her nerve already without even saying anything.

“what? i can’t see my favorite nurse?” he said dramatically and put a hand over his heart like he was hurt.

“isn’t that the kid who killed the minotaur?” the patient groaned in pain as she looked at the younger blond boy. “rest, you can’t do anything until you recover, hun.” The nurse said to the young girl who was still in awe of Percy ( the patient is like 10 )

The nurse quickly muttered a sleeping spell and looked back at the two boys who were still in the same position.

“how can I help you?”

“well, sweet girl, I need to find out if Percy is the son of Apollo.”

She groaned at the nickname and then studied Percy. she quickly mumbled a no and then turned her back to the crate of medicine, that needed to get restocked. “what do you mean, ‘no’ ?” Luke shot annoyance bubbling up inside of him

“i mean, no, Luke. I’ve seen him at archery. he has no aim.” she explained. “Well, not all Apollo kids are good at archery.” she scoffs a bit and then fired back, “but most are, and i’m not letting him experiment in my office just to try to find what he’s good at.”

Percy looked at Luke and then at the girl and said, “she’s right, now let’s go.” he said as a not so subtle plead for help to get away from the awkwardness.

both of the older counselors ignored the blond boy and resumed their argument. “why can’t you just let him do something!” Luke hissed,

“I said no, dumbass, and if he’s anything like you he might just kill a patient.”

“oh thanks a lot, fuck face.” he grumbled

“I mean it, get out of my office, Luke.” she demanded, Luke sighed angrily before lightly pushing Percy out of the door.

once they were outside. Percy turned to Luke and asked, “who was that?” “Y/n L/n, meanest Apollo kid you’ll meet.” “how do you two know each other?”

“we’re friends.” as Luke said this Percy look at him confused. “what? then why were you arguing?”

“its kinda our thing, i guess.”

“that can’t be healthy.”

“yeah, but i love ‘er. she’s great.” Percy then looked at him like he was crazy and quickly muttered an ok without giving another thought.

Luke smirked a bit and then thought of something and ran back into the infirmary room, slightly kissing her on the cheek playfully and running out after she yelled with a flustered face.

“GET OUT OF MY OFFICE, LUKE.”

a/n :

sorry this is shit <3 love you all!!

[percyluvr]

helloooooo!!!! can i request a percy jackson x daughter of hera!reader headcanons?? it would be pretty interesting to see hera having a child tbh

thank you if you do 💛

percy jackson x daughter of hera!reader summary: hcs for percy with a daughter of hera

when he first met you he was kinda worried bc he has beef with hera

but he's also confused bc wasn't she not supposed to have kids??

he expected you to be just like your mom

and you lowkey were

but you were a bit less.. uptight

but at the same time, u cant really blame her, her husband literally cheats on her so much

BUT ANYWAYS

i think u'd be so caring to him and he would love it SO MUCH

since hera is the goddess of marriage and childbirth, u would lowk take care of him like hes ur son

but like not in a weird way

u just care ab him so much that u baby him all the time

since both of ur cabins are always empty except for each other, u have sleepovers all the time

u have a pretty close relationship w ur mom, esp because ur her only demigod kid

percy isnt really jealous per say, bc he's decently close w poseidon, but like

he wishes he was that close with him

hera visits u in ur dreams a LOT bc she just loves u a lot

zeus is mad but she dgaf cuz ur her only daughter

and only kid

so obviously she's protective

esp when u tell her that u and percy r dating

shes at camp the next day asking u to introduce her to him

which ur like "mom pls y'all have already met"

and shes like "yes, but never when he was ur bf"

so u just go along w it bc u love her

they're lowk beefing bc she doesnt want u to get hurt

but as time goes on she realizes how much percy loves u and cares abt u

and she thinks ur the cutest couple ever

she is ready for yall to get married bc shes gonna throw the most extravagant and perfect wedding

and shes so excited esp bc ur the only kid she's going to be able to do this for

have i mentioned that she loves u a lot?

ANYWAYS

yk how in like house of hades and i think chalice of the gods when percy looks at annabeth and is js like "i cant wait to marry her and have kids"

yeah, hes like that but 300000x

and he's so excited bc he knows that ur gonna be SUCH a good mom

people always think ur weak bc ur mom "lets herself get cheated on"

or whatever dumbass shit they be saying

but u prove them wrong

mothers r fr the most powerful people in the UNIVERSE

and ur basically a mother bc u take care of everyone at camp

ur always at the infirmary helping the apollo kids bc its just in ur nature to love taking care of people

and percy always comes in with even the smallest little injuries

and it just warms ur heart to know that he wants to come see u even when ur working

u take care of the little baby pegasi too omg

gn thats so cute

imagine if blackjack had a lil baby pegasi and u took care of it

and percy is just like

melting

ur so sweet to them even if theyre "just horses"

it makes him so excited to have kids w u

whenever u see a little kid

or like a younger camper

u always tell him that u cant wait to go to new rome uni and then get married and have kids w him

the two of u are just so excited for the future with each other fr

i just think the two of u would be taking care of the pegasi and u would fall asleep in the hay after staying up talking

big surprise for the kids that have riding lessons that morning...

yall werent embarrassed tho cuz u have no shame fr

well, u have shame

percy has none

not the point.

everyone at camp sorta sees u as a mother and they always come to u

lowk camp therapist

bc they NEED one real bad

but it doesnt bother u bc u love to help them

ur always trying to fix problems at camp

and its very upsetting for you when you cant, and percy is always there to comfort u

ur lowk a meddler like ur mom

but its okay bc ur just worried about ur friends

i think that u would maybe have some soothing powers kinda like a hypnos kid, where u can like calm people down or put them to sleep

i also think that percy would suffer from panic attacks after his nightmares

so after he has a nightmare, you're there and if you can't soothe him with your words you just use ur powers

u can't stand to see him like that

it just upsets you so much

percy is so grateful for ur powers, but hes even more grateful for you

i think ur a lot more relaxed than most people at camp

and u dont really see the point in doing dangerous things for fun

which is different for percy, but he really does like it

he likes that he can just go to you and ask to relax and ur always down for that

its a change of pace that is definitely welcome and necessary in his life

ur definitely more of a rational thinker than him, so u stop him from doing some pretty stupid things

but u would never stop him from having fun

or doing thing that are important to him

ur relationship is lowk the blue print

yall just take care of each other fr

and ur like an old married couple which u two get teased ab

but u dont care

cuz u cant wait to get married lol!

a/n: this was a vv interesting request to write and i honestly loved imagining what a child of hera would be like so thank u for the req!

[libraryofgage]

Steddie PJO AU Part One

One (1) person asked for this, and it was only after I told them I'd had an idea, so, like, fuck it we ball.

The parents of the various kids will be revealed as the series goes on, but I'll look forward to your guesses along the way!

Also, I haven't read the books in a hot fucking minute, but the trailer has had me in a chokehold. This is written more for fun than anything else, so just shut off your brain and enjoy the ride without thinking about accuracy. You'll love it, I promise!

As always, if you see any typos no you didn't ;)

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With a low, frustrated growl, Eddie tears a page out of his notebook, crumples it into a ball, and throws it on the floor of his tent. All he gets for his troubles is another page of lyrics underneath the first that fail to actually do what he wants. "Fucking shit prophecy," he mutters, tearing that page out, too.

It hits the ground right as Chrissy pokes her head into the tent. She watches it bounce once before settling on the ground. "How's the songwriting?" she jokes, letting the tent's flap fall shut behind her.

"Bad," Eddie says, dropping the notebook and standing. He glares at the paper balls and kicks one away. "Just as bad as the prophecy itself."

"Aww, it's not that bad," Chrissy says, walking a little closer and playfully punching Eddie's arm. Her smile is bright enough to make Eddie feel like he needs sunglasses, and that isn't even because Chrissy's father is Apollo. That's just all her. "At least your prophecy doesn't promise, you know, horrible death."

Eddie scoffs, turning to look at Chrissy as he gestures at his Def Leppard shirt and torn jeans and chunky rings and general metalhead vibe. "Do I look like someone who should be getting that prophecy?" he asks.

He doesn't wait for her to answer before scrunching his face and reciting in a high, mocking voice, "You shall witness an unfair fight between land and sky where feathers with great reluctance fly. And as the sun is shining bright, you shall be swaying in the moon's sweet light."

By the time he's done, he's clasped his hands and held them up to his face with an exaggerated doe-eyed expression. Eddie drops it the moment he finishes, his nose scrunching in disgust as he rolls his eyes. "I have a reputation to uphold, Chrissy."

She doesn't take his complaints seriously. Instead, Chrissy rolls her eyes and sits on the edge of Eddie's cot. "Sure, sure, you're too cool for anything good to happen to you. Still, you might be better off if you didn't try turning that prophecy into something angry."

Eddie huffs, kicks another paper ball, and drops to a crouch next to the cot. After a few seconds, he begrudgingly admits, "Yeah, maybe."

Chrissy sympathetically pats his head, her touch warm and light, and smiles at him. "In other news, we've got another retrieval request for you," she says.

"Oh, boy, work."

"C'mon, you enjoy them," Chrissy says, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a folded piece of paper. "A cyclops sighted some demigod kids running around with, well, she wasn't sure if he was also a demigod or not. But they won't be safe long when they're clustered together like that, so, go bring 'em back."

She passes Eddie the piece of paper and watches as he unfolds it and frowns at the two words written there: "Athens, Tennessee."

"Are you kidding me? That's so cliche," Eddie says.

"Yeah, but at least it's not California or something."

"Thank fuck for small miracles," Eddie mutters, folding up the paper again and shoving it into his pocket.

Looks like he's got packing to do.

The sun is shining, birds are tweeting, and a cool wind is blowing across the park. Steve lets out a slow breath, his shoulders starting to relax as he leans against a tree and watches Will and Lucas lay out a few blankets, Mike and Dustin get into an argument about the scale proportions of the Parthenon, and Max, Erica, and El throw a frisbee between them.

It's been a long month, one that seemed to be filled with more running and near-death experiences than they're used to. And they're used to a lot of running and near-death experiences.

So, taking a day to just relax in the park sounded great when El suggested it, but Steve had still hesitated. Who knows what could find them if they linger in a park too long. When he voiced these concerns, the kids just banded together to convince Steve, and he relented when they compromised on him bringing the nail bat along.

"Steve, do you wanna lay down?" Lucas asks, gesturing to the blankets. Will is already there, stretched out and smiling up at a rainbow stretching across the sky.

Steve joins them, pulls a Bluetooth speaker out of one of the backpacks holding the blankets down, and connects his phone. Music starts playing, and he sprawls across a blanket, pillowing his head on his arms and taking in the sunshine. "You know, this is nice," he says.

"Yeah. We should do this more often," Will whispers, nearly drowned out by the grass rustling in the breeze.

Between the breeze and the music, Steve starts to drift off, his breathing evening out as his mind wanders. He's half asleep when he hears Dustin shout, "It's a fucking one-to-one asshole!"

His words are quickly followed by Mike shouting back, "Who gives a shit?!"

Steve sighs and adds his own voice to the mix. "Stop fighting!"

"Yeah, guys, stop fighting," Max says, and Steve can imagine her tongue sticking out at them as he hears Erica snort.

"Oh, fuck you," Dustin shoots back.

"That's it!" Steve announces, sitting up and glaring at the kids. "Get over here."

His voice leaves no room for argument, and he'd feel bad at how the kids deflate if he didn't already know they're all menaces. Once he's got all seven kids on the blankets, he sighs and says, "Look, guys, let's not fight. How about we all just sit here for a bit, enjoy the breeze, and then we'll go get lunch."

The kids glance at each other, a silent conversation that Steve barely follows passing between them before Mike nods. "Yeah, sure, I guess."

"Great, now, just re--"

"Oh, how cute!"

The sudden, saccharine voice sets Steve's entire body on edge. He slowly looks over his shoulder, staring at the middle-aged woman smiling down at them. Something about her is familiarly off, but he tries to give her the benefit of the doubt. So, Steve flashes a charming smile and asks, "Hi, can I help you with something?"

The woman's smile turns a little sharp, and she shakes her head. "Oh, no, I just had to commend you on your ability to round up these kids like that," she explains.

Steve hums and pushes himself up, keeping a hold on his bat so he can rest the end on the ground and lean on it. He feels more than sees the kids start to shift until they're behind him. "Well, thanks. Did you want advice or something on caring for your own kids?" he asks.

She laughs, short and grating on Steve's ears, and then tilts her head not unlike a bird. "No, no. It's just impressive that you've managed to keep them alive for so long," she says, her voice distorting and becoming shriller as she speaks.

Yep. There it is.

"Wow, that's even faster than usual," Lucas says.

He's right, which just makes Steve even more upset. Can he not get more than fifteen minutes of peace? Can he not just lay back and enjoy the sunshine without worrying about some monster coming after his kids? Can he not fucking relax for once?

Steve feels the frustration build and build in his chest, crackling through him until he's ready to burst, and he stands up straighter. "I'll give you one warning," he says, his voice low as he watches feathers sprout from the woman's skin. "You walk away right now, and I won't beat the shit out of you."

The woman, who seems to be mostly bird by now and is probably a harpy, just laughs again, like Steve's told her the funniest joke she's ever heard. "You? Defeat me?" she asks, her eyes roaming over Steve before she laughs again. "I am worse than your nightmares. I have eaten more demigods than you can count. I have feasted on their screams and crunched their bones between my teeth, and I look forward to doing the same with these children. What could a lone son of some lesser god possibly do to stop me?"

From behind him, Steve hears a few of the kids inhale sharply, an almost sympathetic sound. "Well, she's done it now," Erica says.

"Yes. Steve is going to kill her," El agrees, her voice soft and brushing against Steve's ears like a tiny snake.

And yeah, they're right. Maybe Steve would have just beaten her unconscious and then gotten the hell out of dodge, but now she's threatened his kids. She's lost any chance at mercy from him.

With a twirl of his bat and a vicious grin, Steve rolls his shoulders back and says, "Wanna find out, overgrown chicken?" he asks.

He doesn't even bother waiting for an answer before swinging his bat, the nails dragging across the harpy's chest and ripping a shriek from her. Now that Steve is thinking about it, violence is also a great way to relieve stress, and he's certainly not going to look a gift harpy in the mouth.

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[cranberryjuice-posts]

hi ! hope you're doing well ! I was wondering if you could write for clarisse x apollo child reader ? where like, r got into a fight (for clarisse maybe) (they ain't together yet yk, just r flirting a lil) and chiron's like "no desert and no magic healing" and r goes back to their cabin tail between their legs and then clarisse spawns, dropping a plate of like fruit or whatever next to r on the bed and has some first aid kit in her hand. I also see her like "drop ur pants" and r being "if u wanna go at it just tell me their a bed yk" stupid stuff like that. and it's just c being oddly sweet to r and like at some it rllly hurts and r's like "I'm refusing treatment >:(" and clarisse sits gently on their lap and plays with their like "please" and r's like "...okay" and when reader's all good to go they just cuddle and make out a bit 🤏🤏 (if ur comfortable)

feel free to ignore if u you don't want to/ can't/ don't feel comfortable to write dw !

Unlikely love

Pairings - Clarisse La rue x fem apollo Reader

An - this ain’t proofread so ✌️✌️

Here you were. Sitting in the big house getting a lecture for something that isn’t even your fault. The girl was running her mouth, and what you were suppose to just take it. “For punishments I think stable duty is fitting. No desert for a month and if your injuries are terrible you may visit the infirmary before returning to your cabin.”

“Great” You gritted through your teeth. Standing up you stormed out the old style house and down to the cabins. Ignoring any person that tried to stop you, pushing through the door you slumped past the medical stations and dropped onto your bed.

You weren’t an aggressive person. You hated physical alterations all together. The entire fight was Un fair but you couldn’t let her get away with what she was saying; clarisse wouldnt.

As if in queue the door opened. It was probably one of your siblings who forgot their weapon. Though in the corner of your eye you noticed the clock showed 7pm. Guess capture the flag was over with already. Go figure you were inside the big house for a while.

“I don’t have your shit so don’t bother asking me” you loudly spoke. You weren’t in the mood to deal with any of their accusations today.

“Don’t be a smart ass”

Sitting up you noticed Clarisse who was rummaging through your cabins medical stash. Walking to your bed she held a med kit and a plate of your favorite food, a glass of your drink of choice as well.

Setting the items beside you she turned on a light before looking at you with disappointment. “So why’d you fight her?”

You shrugged. “It’s not important”

“I think it’s pretty important when the least confrontational person i know gets in a fight.”

Realizing you won’t fess up clarisse sighed shaking her head. “Take off your pants”

“What?” You quickly asked. “If you wanted to get in my pants that badly you just have to ask”

Clarisse didn’t enjoy your joke. Giving you a warning glance you smiled finding her attempt to warn you cute. Sliding out of your shorts you sat on the bed, the wound you received from being thrown on the ground causing blood to run down your leg.

It didn’t take long for her to get to work, cleaning the cut and attempting to manage the cut. “Ella started running her mouth about you, calling you names and slurs.“

“And did you win?” She asked. Gripping your thigh she wrapped it in gauze before placing Medical tape on top.

“Yeah” You grinned. Clarisse chuckled a ‘good’. Leaning up she kissed you sweetly, a certain softness she hardly used. Noticing your busted lip she tried to continue to asses you.

“Clarisse stop” sighing you pushed her hand away.

“Your lip can get infected, stop being an ass”

“Im not I Just don’t want you to bother with all of it”

Staring down at clarisse you felt easily intimidated. She had a glare in her eyes that clearly communicated she wasn’t going to back down. “Fine” you grumbled.

You started dating the daughter of ares only a few months ago. Sure on the outside she seemed intimidating and well— cruel. But she wasn’t. Her hands were soft, holding your face with care while she apologized the pain You received as she managed your wounds. She never raised her voice to you, even when she was mad.

Wiping away the dried blood from your nose clarisse pulled you into a short hug. “I don’t want you fighting anymore” she instructed.

“But if someone says something about you I—“

“No you don’t.” Her voice never left an even tone. “I know how I’ve presented my reputation and I fully expect people to talk shit about me. But you can’t risk getting hurt because some smart ass wants to run their mouth”

She was right. Taking one of her hands into your own you gently kissed her knuckles. “I promise to never beat someone’s Ass for talking shit about you again” your sarcastic tone was met with a look from clarisse. Laughing you bent down to kiss her cheek.

“I put up with too much shit for you” she mumbled, reaching across you hand you, your dinner.

“Mm but you love me so it cancels out”

“Yeah it’s a real unfortunate situation.”

Hitting her arm you both laughed. As she sat on your bed, and let you lean on her as you ate, you were happy. Your girlfriend holding you while she talked about her day or the capture the flag victory while you ate dinner made you feel loved, made you feel proud to call her your partner.

[freddie-77-ao3]

Gonna use the ask box for this 🙃 ask 1/? (I have so many questions, though you have answered so many already)

What are your thoughts on Trials of Apollo, and the characters?

go ahead and keep asking!!! i love your questions!!

ANYWAY

gonna start smaller with characters:

lavinia: the jewish thing wasn't handled completely correctly (just a couple of small things there) but overall 10/10 character. i think she's hilarious and her official artwork ROCKS.

meg: i love her. she seems a little immature for twelve years old TO ME but i also had a... rather abnormal upbringing so that might explain the differences. overall she was a great character and i LOVE the demeter rep (my thoughts on how riordan treated demeter take five pages to clarify so-- basically) love seeing it-- demeter was a kronide and her kids should be treated as such! great character development. peaches was also hilarious (as was crotch-kicker mccaffrey)

lester: calling him lester to separate between godly apollo and post toa apollo. again, fantastic character development. he's so fucking funny. like he does some really dumb stuff at the start of the series (swearing to not use a musical instrument and stuff?? LESTER MAN CMON) his and meg's relationship is so sweet-- and kayla and austin with him? chefs kiss. love apollo kids getting some time with their dad.

jason: absolutely got fridged. i've already touched on my suicide theory so i won't go into that here but basically i think we shoulda seen jason similar to percy (very minor, doing his own thing behind the scenes) but alas.

piper: the shel thing was a bit sudden. don't get me wrong, i'm ALL for queer rep (i think there should be more of it in the books actually) but-- going straight from breaking up with jason to jason sacrificing himself for her to a relationship seems really unhealthy. i think she should have a chance to grow outside of a relationship.

reyna: joining the hunt was a bad end for her. since when was that an ambition of hers? she seemed genuinely happy in new rome and called it her home multiple times in HoO and going from that to the hunt? idk seems like rick doesn't know how to write characters NOT be in a relationship (piper, reyna, leo... they all get squared away)

leo: oh leo baby he didn't get to see jason before he died??? so heartbreaking. didn't belong in a relationship with calypso. the punching thing was weird when he came back to camp-- esp with a character who has a history of physical abuse

frank: i love the frank deciding his own fate thing but also idk seems like a cop out.

hazel: shouldn't have just become praetor i mean cmon. i love her but she's what, 14 now? no way.

Nico: FINALLY ONE OF THE CHARACTERS CANONICALLY GETS THERAPY. the doctors note is--

will: solangelo flirting is hilarious 10/10. "do you want to be my buddy?" "significant annoyance" i can't breathe. also poor will for putting up with apollo in the hidden oracle because i could not help my dad learn how to use the toilet i'm sorry but that shit is crazy.

malcolm: why is malcolm going to battle without pants on so funny to me i just-- 10/10 i love him.

connor: such a dumbass. the hair grafts 😭. i feel bad that travis isn't there and then communication lines go down like oh buddy :(

cecil: see me RUNNING with the knowledge cecil can cook

other small stuff:

love the waystation, always been my personal hc that there's more than just that one but that's for another post.

percabeth finally making it to college!!!

speaking of which AT WHAT TIME DID TRAVIS AND CLARISSE FILL OUT COLLEGE APPS THEY WERE AT WAR???? WHAT DO THEIR OFFICIAL TRANSCRIPTS LOOK LIKE???

the jackson-blofis family warms my heart <3

thoughts on the series as a whole?

i love it. definitely top three riordan series (tied with pjo and mcga)

i like that (like mcga) toa was more mature? like we finally see demigods with ptsd, we get queer characters, just... everything

[punkeropercyjackson]

Percy,Miles and Jason are very important to me as the 'los tres amigos' trope because it's exactly a dynamic that fits and benefits all three of them

Miles is a soft sunshine boy who's clearly trans and autistic and a troubled kid so Percy would date adopt him as her little brother within three days TOPS of knowing him like she does every other character like that she meets in canon and Jason and her are the perfect setup for her classic enemies to frenemies due to being forced to work together to ride or die best friends she had with Thalia,Clarisse,Zoe and more and Miles is so sweet but has the same mouth running she does and Jason shares it too but he's got the same mean attitude she does so it's a perfect balance and she's got nothing to do with Bruce because they met straight after Utrh as a metaphor for Jason letting Bruce go for people he actually needs and wants and she ends up being part kryptonian because of old Jackson interdimensional shenanigans so Clark's her new dad instead of Poseidon's deadbeat ass and she can actually enjoy the revelation after processing it because it's a Sally thing

Miles never gets included in crossovers despite his whole franchise being about interdimensional hoping and making platonic soulmates along the way and the most recent installment having him break canon word for word because he knows better and i think we all know WHY the DC fandom obsessively ignores him despite their famous motto and why him and Percy have zero content together despite all their parallels but as someone who's read everything Jason's in and watched and played most of his adaptions and games,i know for a fact he's the only male superhero Jason would instantly like and that Miles would be fond of him back and there's good angst and darker storylines potential with Jason not outright telling him what he does for a living and the leadup and aftermath to the reveal and Percy being willing to kill too from the start makes things all the more interesting and on a lighter note,they'd give him special treatment 24/7 and initially only stick to eachother for his sake and their influence makes him tougher and more self-confident and he gets a Blue Lantern ring and Apollo's Blessing out of pure awe at his sheer artistic talent and love for his craft

And Jason gets an actual legit canon team,something DC has NEVER given him the grace of and yeah that's a pun but fr his and Artemis' dynamic and her lore remixes are literally the only good thing to come out Rhato.Instead of the Roy and Kory fuckery,Jason gets Miles,who he genuinely likes as a person and loves hanging out with and he fumbles sometimes but is good older brother at the end of the day and Miles makes him be good again without even trying just like he does pretty much everybody he interacts with that's got some fucked up shit going on and Percy,who's allowed to be not just a female lead but a trans woman one and is on equal grounds with him because again,he actually likes who she is and loves spending time with her inspite of their bickering and Miles and Percy get powerUPS instead of powerDOWNED and are allowed to be just as their own as him instead of walking talking props that aren't even good for him,much less him them.Also,Spider Mutant Jason that ended up that way because of constant exposure to Miles' spiderperson dna + Lazarus Pit dna + Middle name is deadass 'Peter' and he learns how to make special greek mythos items for backup

It's such a random ass crossover on the surface but there's a reason it's and they're called The Anomalies!!!They're supposed to be weird,not fuckass sanatized fandom tropes,they're supposed to find home in eachother,they're supposed to be stories told in the form of characters and sick as fuck powers and layered jokes and wholesome cheesiness that feels genuine because it IS genuine on my part and everybody else i've gotten into it has the same feelings on them i do!!!!Call me Odysseus the way i care them so much🤞🏾🤞🏾🤞🏾

[evilios]

Hi 💙

I saw something you posted (a few days ago) mentioning two others Apollo's love stories... The post was refering to the big attention that get Hyacinthus (among other male lovers). Don't misunderstand me, i really love Hyacinthus and his story (also all the Hyacinthia and his cult in Amyklae) but i also love others too.

Glad you mentioned Cyparissus and Branchus, they're so underrated and deserves more love ✨

But also i want to add Cyrene and Admetus too... Like honorables mentions.

What i love from Cyrene's story is that she caugths Apollo's attention not because her beauty (as usually happenned with nymphs or mortals) but for her strength. Apollo fell in love with her after seeing how she beated a lion with her bare hands. (I don't blame him, i would fell in love too with that girl).

And Admetus... I know that a few authors give them a romantic relationship, Callimachus is the earliest author who stated sometjing romantinc between them. Then, Roman poets loved to explore more their love. (All apparently was pre-Alcestis, because as fair as i know, Apollo was again a god when he helped Admetus to win Alcestis'hand, and the love between them, acording to the Roman poets at least, happened during Apollo's servitude). In Eumenides, by Aeschylus, is mentioned that Apollo tricked the Fates (by making them drunk) to save Admetus who was fated to die soon... I know that a romantinc love isn't mentioned is Aeschylus's play, but personally i like to think that there's was something more... Apollo tricked the Fates for the sake of a mortal, even if in that play is not a romantic relationship, Apollo really loved and cared for Admetus to do such a thing...

I think they also deserve more attention, like as you before mentioned, Cyparissus and Branchus.

And again, i love Hyacinthus so much, but others love's stories are also very interesting and lovely. I agree with you in giving more attention to Cyparissus and Branchus, and i wanted to give Cyrene and Admetus honorables mentions too ☺️

(Sorry if a made a gramatical mistake, i don't know so much english 🫠)

Hey hon! 🌻

Hyacinth is great, really, and as someone who grew hyacinths before, I understand why ancients connected someone's untimely death with the flower, those shits die from every blow of wind (ha).

Though I do start having a bit of an irritated reaction when it's the only story brought up as if... he didn't have happy relationships or other relationships; or as if Hyacinth is somehow more of a lover to the Deity than others mentioned in his myths.

Cyrene... my dear... look, as a representative of disaster bisexuals, I get it. I, too, would fall deep and hard in the truest of loves if a woman beat a lion in front of me. Do you realize how strong those things are? That girlie must have been built like Heracles...

This story reminds me of the terrace of lions on Delos dedicated to Apollo and the lion-figurines that a lot of Eastern Deities would be depicted with; and Apollo's prominent connection to the East. It makes me think of the symbolism within the myth... I don't think lions are usually attested as Apollo's animals, but I definitely can envision some connection between the two. Maybe she wrestled it and he knew exactly she could beat him up too... look, I get him.

Admetus' story is lovely, I agree. I don't think Apollo was ever a non-God, only that he was disguised as a mortal (I don't really like the concept of "stripping a Deity of power", it's weird) but I agree aside from that little nitpick. I like the way some Roman poets depicted them too, I mean, Tibullus was very sweet for claiming that Apollo's servitude was overall a labor of love. I like to think that their love was perhaps less of a purely-romantic affair and something... greater? I mean, loving a person so much you help them get with someone mortal* like them so they have a happy life... that's above romance for me, that's the ultimate care to be able to let go so they're happy with someone else.

Cyparissus is... sadder than Hyacinth, to me, as a lover. They bear a lot of resemblance to each other, it's always a mournful death of a young boy and transformation through Apoline fields, but, I don't know, a boy (in some versions an Assyrian boy!) mourning so deeply over an animal companion he kills that he dies? That's so deep, to me. There's a lot of symbolism there, to me. If I were to analyze these stories as coming-of-age myths, I can pull out an analysis of Cyparissus as someone who didn't want to grow up, perhaps. And Hyacinth as someone forced to transcend into adulthood (he was a warrior prince after all).

Apollo had so many people he loved, and I like how different their stories are and how many layers they have to them. I don't like excessive personification of Gods so I like to observe the mortal/secondary counterpart in these stories more. How being beloved by [ the idea of Apollo ] affects them and such.

Also, I'm one of the people who view Apollo—Cassandra relationship as an inherently doomed, romantic/marital, and complex relationship in which a girl is turned bride (of a God) who then loses his favor and thus has to die (Agamemnon ensues) but I do believe he loved her. Loved her enough to give her what he gave Branchus, except Branchus' story ended well and Cassandra, my poor doomed Cassandra? He loved her too much I fear.

Also, you're all good! 🧡

*I think it heavily depends on the version of parentage followed, some claim Admetus to indirectly bear connection to an Oceanid through one of the versions of his mother (?) but you get my idea.

Lastly, I made this in... 2023, I think, but it's still relevant:

[blodgmonster]

Crown of Midnight reread thoughts and commentary.

-- we give Chaol a lot of shit (and rightly so) for being so shocked that Celeana, a famed assassin, assassinates people. But Dorian is doing it too. Get it together, lads.

-- oh, hey, Mort!

-- Archer is the most beautiful man Celeana has ever seen, with green eyes, a sensual mouth, and a dazzling smile, and he's strong and ruggedly handsome. You know who that sounds like to me?

-- Celaena to Dorian: "So don't expect ME to care when you find yourself nothing more than a puppet. If you aren't one already." Apollo just smashing Celaena in the face with the prophecy dodgeball.

-- What's Hollin's deal? Is he part Valg by birth?? Or just an asshole?

-- Archer: They want to put Aelin Galathynius back the throne! They say she's raising an army!

Celaena:

-- What's with SJM and slightly creepy libraries? We've got the castle library here with a secret door leading to a secret staircase that leads to an iron door where expirements are kept. Then we've got the library in the House of the Wind where Byraxis lives. Then we've got the library in the Torre Cesme, which has those baller cats but is also the site of a dreadful murder. Then we have Jesiba's library which is the Great Library of Parthos and is the site of a vicious attack on Bryce, Shryinx, and Lehabah.

-- "So Dorian closed his eyes, and took another long breath. And when he opened his eyes, he let her go." Tamlin could use some tips from Dorian.

-- the singer listing her beloved dead as the axe falls. CHILLS.

-- YASSS witches!!!

-- there's a guard named Dannan. Similar to Danaan. Interesting. First the Rhunn mountains and now this.

-- "His soul was bound to hers by some unbreakable chain." Buddy, you guys have been fucking for like a week. Calm down. And that chain is about to SNAP.

-oh no oh no oh no no no no no why did I think this happened toward the end of the book? Oh Nehemia. You deserved SO MUCH BETTER.

-- "YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MY ENEMY." Oh, Celaena, my love...oh hon.

-- Kaltain and Celaena bonding in their cells. Two young women who have been terribly abused by Adarlan. It's oddly sweet.

-- the slave rebellion in Calaculla. "Silently, she began to recite the names of her dead. And then as the overseer raised his whip, she added her name to the end of that list and swung his ax into his gut." Oh GOD.

-- her lament at Nehemia's grave. Ouch my heart.

-- Dorian's tower room sounds AMAZING.

-- I saw a theory on Tumblr that the creature that emerges from the portal is a kelpie like the one from ACOSF. And fam, IT FUCKING IS. The descriptions are freakishly similar. Which means the portal opens on the Bog of Oorid in Pyrthian. And that's why she's able to shift into her Fae form. Because she's in a world with magic and Fae. Oh my GOD.

-- "Celaena was Fae." HELL YEAH SHE WAS, BABY!!!!!! With blue fire like my girl, Azula.

-- " 'I knew you were a good woman.'...

'No I'm not....but Nehmia was.'" FUCK HIM UP, BABY GIRL.

-- "One of us has to start leading, Dorian." Shut UP, Chaol, you punk ass bitch.

-- "I'll always pick you." No, you woooooon't.

-- And now I can start saying Aelin, which is easier to spell lol

-- and thus the world gets broader, the plot thickens, and we take a step away from the simple plot and on to the meaty stuff.

-- oh! Oh! I just remembered I wanted to talk about this book in particular vs. the ACOTAR series. In this one, a pretty main character dies. And she dies for good. And she's just the first one to die. And as much as we the readers hate character deaths, there's something so much better about TOG for not shying away from killing off characters. In ACOTAR, death is meaningless. Feyre dies and is resurrected. Rhys dies and is resurrected. Amren gives up her life to save everything, and she's miraculously brought back by the Cauldron. Az and Cassian suffer pretty gnarly wounds and are fine. Aside from Papa Archeron and Clare, everyone else is covered in plot armor. You never really fear for them because, for some reason, SJM just won't kill anyone in that series. It isn't like that in TOG. And it feels more genuine.

[nyaagolor]

I just finished AA4 and I gotta say it’s such a unique experience compared to the other titles in the series. Every game in the main trilogy had a very neat ending— loose ends tied up, arcs set in motion with a clear direction, and nice satisfying conclusions. Yeah, the games can and did continue, but I think if the characters’ stories ended after any of those games I’d feel pretty satisfied with it. I took breaks to process the plots and the characters and felt pretty good about where things ended each time, eventually picking up the next game for the promise of more great stories

But AA4… holy shit. There’s SO many loose ends, so many unanswered questions and possibilities that I wanted to start AA5 as soon as I finished the game because I just have to see how they handle everything the game left us. How does Kristoph’s legacy affect Klavier’s prosecuting? How is the reveal of Apollo and Trucy being siblings going to go down and how will they react? What’s going to happen when their mother reenters their life? How is Apollo and Klavier’s court dynamic going to change based on what was revealed? How is the new jurist system going to affect the gameplay? AA4 feels so different from past games in that it makes me sooo desperate to play the next two games and get that sweet, sweet resolution to all these interesting ideas

I’ve been trying to avoid spoilers, but I did hear that old characters come back and that makes me giddy with excitement too. How is Ema’s relationship with Lana now that she’s older and Lana is (presumably?) out of prison? How does Godot feel about Mia’s protege being disbarred? Edgeworth has been fucking off in Europe, so what’s gumshoe been up to while he’s gone? What about Franziska? Just the idea of seeing how all these leftover plot threads will be concluded while exploring the 7 year gap and futures of all these characters I adore is just. Mwah. I’m so hyped for AA5 and 6

[gofancyninjaworld]

OPM Manga Update 228 Review: Horse-Trading

Introduction

HUZZAH! The Psychic Sisters Arc is over at last! It started well, it ended well, but there's only so long I can give a shit about Tatsumaki throwing a tantrum and throwing Saitama through things.

Story

Eh, let's make it short and sweet. The chapter deals with the immediate aftermath of Tatsumaki's tantrum through to the next day or two as the fallout looks set to begin in earnest. Along the way, a few sharp deals are struck.

Meta: Ho ho ho

Blackmailers Anonymous

Something I was very glad to see changed for the Blizzard Group in this arc was them being largely hapless. Earlier, we saw Eyelashes, Mountain Ape, Lily, and a few others valiantly try fighting to prevent Apollo from leaving with Fubuki and Tatsumaki. Amidst the air of general discouragement, Eyelashes leads the surviving group to follow Fubuki with purpose, and they don't back down even faced with Tatsumaki. This chapter, we see yet another Blizzard Group member, an as-yet unnamed guy with a distinctive mohawk, show another talent: hacking. Neither he nor Fubuki are slow on the uptake as to what

Thanks to a little negotiating, Fubuki is able to persuade McCoy to concoct a monster attack to explain away the damage to the Hero Association building, Tatsumaki obliges by scattering the monster parts outside -- and coincidentally smuggles Psykos out in the process.

Tatsumaki brazenly insists on being the one to apprehend the escaped Psykos, leveraging her knowledge that the executives didn't want their cover up blown.

However...

If McCoy is smiling, that's because as far as he's concerned, what Tatsumaki and Fubuki have been up to are amateur hours in the damaging information game. He's happy for them to run their hustle for now.

If the Psychic sisters were more astute, they'd be worrying about the operations chief being more amused than annoyed, but they're amateurs.

Speaking of amateurs, let's spare a moment to look at Gearsper. Lots of people have been giving him the side eye for insisting that Tsukoyomi couldn't possibly be real. We do think the gentleman protests too strenously, but what his angle is remains to be seen.

Enlightented Self-Interest Is Next To Altruism

It's official -- I am never getting over how bottle-blonde baby Forte is. No wonder he goes around with hat and sunglasses: he looks too young to be out unsupervised.

He wisely apologises to Saitama and tells the others that it's in their best interests to ensure that they stay on Saitama's good side. Oh, and feed his pets already. Good -- that's the third day of no food, water, or shelter that Rover and Black Sperm were looking forward to.

That said, there is a very strange translation choice in what Forte says, at least as translated by the fan group. Google Translate and individuals insist that what Forte offers to Saitama (other than his old clothes) is a visit to a restaurant that does delicious food and Saitama crying off sick. It has been translated as Forte offering to go clothes shopping with Saitama and Saitama being creeped out.

I'm waiting for Viz to translate, and if it doesn't agree, believe me, I'm asking questions.

Also acting with enlightened self-interest is Saitama, who asks Genos not to report Tatsumaki on the basis that she deserves her time in the limelight. Of course, we're aware that behind his apparent generosity of spirit is the awareness that shared credit means shared blame.

And a billion yen's worth of blame is really too much for one poor-ass hero.

The Chickenheads Come Home to Roost

Despite everything, the good ship Titanic (um, I mean the Hero Association) seems to have weathered the storm. The public, and their rich donors, are back onside having been reassured that the disturbance was just terrible monsters and all is well.

Well.

With that terrible security of the Hero Association's, it's not been hard for Child Emperor to find out the truth of what was actually going on. To say that he's not impressed is an understatement. All is forgiven, Phoenixman!

The only questions are: 1) How far has he dug? 2) How much damage will he cause?

Speaking of callbacks, remember way back when an inoffensive monster pangolin was systematically skinned alive for its scales until it bloomed into a highly-dangerous demon-level monster? Metal Knight looked cynically on the whole affair.

It looks like selling monsters on the black market is much more widespread than we initially thought. Fubuki having evidence of McCoy personally looking to enrich himself was very unedifying. And he's not the only one. However, that's not the worst of it.

Never mind the personal profit motive -- if they're lucky, the monsters are just going to wealthy individuals keen to have the most exotic pets ever.

If they're unlucky, there's outfits who have plans to use monsters to make weapons. I don't need the webcomic to point that out:

Maybe Drive Knight is ethical and above board (cynical laugh), but some of the outfits developing those weapons could be intending to use them against the Hero Association.

[toasecretsanta]

[ @literallyjusttoa]’s match was @alyosita. My prompt was: “Representing cabin 4, meg retells her limited knowledge on apollo’s myths  through pictionary and does her best not to offend any other Olympian.” The rating is general, and there’s no content warnings.

Meg cleared her throat, looking over the jumbled group of demigods sitting around the fire. Most people looked bored, though Sherman Yang seemed as eager as he would be on the battlefield. Meg guessed he was just eager for some sweet, sweet revenge.

This whole thing was useless, honestly. It had been months since her quests with Apollo had ended, and she had spent most of that time at Aeithales. Lu had insisted that visiting Camp Half-Blood would be good for her. Connect with your siblings, she said, Talk with other campers, spend some time in those monster infested woods! It all sounded fine and dandy until good old crotch-kicked Sherman Yang decided to question if Meg “really knew the god Apollo” like he hadn’t seen them together less than a year ago. Half of the younger campers bought his bullshit, so now Meg was up in front of the entire camp defending her honor. By playing pictionary.

She should have just stayed in the monster infested woods.

“Are you ready to start?” Malcolm Pace asked. He had made all the prompts, and Apollo’s kids were going to serve as her judges. Well, Apollo’s middle children at least. Kayla, Jerry, and Gracie were all itching for a chance to cause chaos, so they were more than willing to join this scheme. Traitors, the lot of them. Still, Meg sighed and nodded her head. She had bet her cabin’s honor on winning this game, so she kind of had to see it through.

“Ok, your first prompt is … Delos.”

Alright, simple enough. Meg was almost insulted that Malcolm thought she might not know this. She turned to the board and …

Ok, so there was one issue with this whole thing, which is that Meg absolutely could not draw. She was going to be working with stick figures here. She drew out three characters, making two smaller to emphasize the fact that they were babies. Then she started drawing the accessories she knew Apollo was born with. Apollo had shown her his cool glowing sword about a month ago, so she knew her depiction was striking and perfect. She made sure to add his fancy headband too. She stepped back to examine her work, then froze. She had one lavishly decorated stick figure, and two completely plain ones. Shit.

Now, if there’s anything that Meg had learned from a childhood with and emperor and six months of questing, it was that you shouldn’t diss the gods for no reason, and there was no way Meg was losing a limb or anything extreme because of a stupid pictionary game. She racked her brain for anyway to make Artemis or Leto more distinct. Leto was simple, since Apollo seriously loved his mom and had mentioned many things about her before. She always wore a veil, so Meg drew something that … vaguely looked like that? Apollo also mentioned that his mother bred and kept fowl, like roosters and pheasants, so Meg made an attempt at drawing a bird. She ended up using the tried and true “trace your hand to make a turkey” method, ignoring the fact that this made her birds about the same size as all of her stick figures. Maybe Leto owned giant chickens, how was she to know?

Artemis, as far as Meg was aware, didn’t get any fancy golden gifts like Apollo did when she was born, which seemed a bit unfair. She drew a moon on her forehead, and gave her a super big bow. Hopefully that wasn’t offensive.

To finish the whole thing off, she scribbled some daisies at the bottom of the whiteboard, because the flowers were important. She turned to the table of judges and waited for their judgment. “It’s … um,” Jerry squinted his eyes, “Is that supposed to be dad?”

“That’s Leto!” Gracie exclaimed, pointing at the Leto stick figure. “Dad told me his mom has these biiiig chickens. Like, double my size!”

“Is that a chicken, or a turkey?” Kayla asked, a shit eating grin on her face “Because if it’s a turkey, I don’t know if we can count it …”

“It’s a bird.” Meg said. “I drew you a bird.”

The three turned away, whispering among themselves and glancing at Meg’s drawing like it was crime scene evidence. Eventually, Kayla turned back to the group.

“We have decided the picture is adequate.” She said, causing the group of demigods by the campfire to start up a halfhearted round of applause. Meg saw Miranda Gardener give her two thumbs up from her spot near the back.

And so, the Pictionary continued. Meg struggled her way through a depiction of Apollo’s part in the Iliad (All she knew was that he killed Achilles, anything beyond that was lost on her)  Made what was probably a slightly offensive drawing of a baby Hermes stealing the red cattle, and spent about 30 minutes making an exact replica of Apollo’s sun chariot.

“It’s … surprisingly accurate?” Kayla said.

“There’s no way!” Sherman yelled from the audience, which was totally rude. “She has to have gotten something wrong!”

Meg had not, in fact, gotten anything wrong. Apollo picked her up on the weekends for, and Meg was quoting here, “Post-quest hangout extravaganzas”. He made sure the chariot was in its original form for the “Authentic experience”

Meg had long since accepted that her dummy was a complete nerd. At least it was helping her win Pictionary.

“All right, all right everyone calm down!” Malcom said, as Miranda put her hand over Sherman’s mouth to stop his complaining. Served him right. Meg though he was lucky he was dealing with Cabin 4’s most non-violent member.

“Meg, your last prompt is … Admetus.”

Meg grinned. She had this one in the bag. First, a drawing of Admetus himself. She made sure to make him appropriately dreamy, because that’s the main word Apollo used to describe him. Next, the cattle. (Meg couldn’t draw cows like she did horses, but she thought they weren’t that bad.)

Then, she drew Apollo for the fifth time that night. Since he was mortal, she just drew him as Lester, which made Kayla snicker behind her. Finally, she drew the grass. The plants hadn’t been important since the first picture, but Meg always drew them. Sue her, she was representing the Demeter cabin.

Still, as she stepped back to look over her work, Meg felt like something was missing. Maybe it was because Apollo being mortal was the part of his mythology she was most used to. She hemmed and hawed for a bit, before it hit her, and she rushed to finish her magnum opus.

Before, Meg had focused on keeping her drawing of the gods as non-offensive as possible. After all, you should never piss off Olympians for no reason. This man, however, was the clear exception. Meg drew frowny faces around him, giving him devil horns and evil eyes. She even added some extra Olympians around him to look on in horror. She brandished her expo marker like sword, drawing some wooshing lines to show heavy winds before backing off and letting all of the campers present see her wonderful picture of the myth of Admetus, complete with a villainous Zeus in the top right corner.

There was silence. Malcolm looked at the piece with horror in his eyes. Even stupid Sherman had been left speechless. Then, a voice.

"I love it.” Gracie said, her face alight with glee. She raised both hands and started clapping as loud as possible. Which, since she was a child of Apollo, was very, very loud.

Slowly, Kayla and Jerry joined. This led to Miranda joining the applause, followed by Billie, then the Hermes kids, until basically everyone other than Sherman was cheering and hollering with joy. The campfire burned high and bright, turning colors Meg had never seen from it before. She laughed, taking a silly little bow as Malcolm walked over.

“Good job.” He said, leaning down to speak quietly. “But, uh, do you think you can erase this before Chiron sees it?”

Meg froze. “You mean he doesn’t know?” The doors to the Big House slammed open, and the campfire immediately dimmed to near nothing. Meg turned back to her devilish drawing of Zeus, and gulped.

She really should have just stuck to the woods.

[madame-bavarian-cream]

AOT characters and music they’d listen to:

feat. Levi, Mikasa, Eren, Jean, Erwin, Hange, Armin, Sasha, Connie

But it’s really specific and not at all based off of people i know 😀 (i never ever do this but it was a thought that wouldnt leave me alone).

Eren: 

i’m sorry am I supposed to believe this dumb mf doesn’t listen to only tiktok songs w/o any awareness of him doing it???? He’ll be like “hey have you heard this new song?” 😄😄and its just an edited version of a song made by the neighbourhood years ago 😕 PLSSS sir diversify your tastes!!! he obsessively listened to that “my money don’t jiggle jiggle” song unironically. Before tiktok, he would only listen to music on that Top50 spotify playlists and the only playlists he had saved outside of it was one mikasa made for him. 😐😐 Also he hasn’t listened to the sza album and thinks the big boys song is on it (keep up 😤😤😤)

Levi:

i was so close to just saying he doesn’t listen to anything “why do u need music when you can just appreciate the silence??” BECAUSE SIR music sounds GOOD!!! 🤨🤨this is why i’d think he’d listen to shit like Kaleo?!?!?! 😭😭😭 idek just something that litterally does not evoke a single emotion . its just like . there . He probably might listen to the lumineers on occasion (ik theyre really good don’t come at me🫣🫣) poor bb would probably like heavy metal if somebody ELSE played it for him (he would never admit to it tho) bc its something Kenny used to play when he was younger but never asked him what kind of music it was to search it up himself. 🥺🥺

Mikasa: 

my sweet girl. :( she is a fiend!! she is a pinchrest, lana del rey, mitski, rina, bjork, tv girl, marina girly thru and thru🤩🤩(im not pulling this from my spotify i sweAR) shes so deadfaced about it. she shits on all those weird coquette girlies tho!! (as she should queen!!!) Never will admit to listening to it tho, and not because she’s embarrassed but because she doesn’t want anyone thinking she relates to the themes/subject matter (bbg why are you lying🥲🥲) But that’s okay because we can consume art critically! 😁😁😀

Jean:

oh dear god. save this white man pls. 😢😢ok okok he actually has pretty good taste in music. hes the type that argues “i love all kinds of music just not country” (but ya know hes singing along to 9 to 5 everytime it plays on shuffle🤭🤭) he’s also very idgaf with the type of music he listens to and for that reason he’ll put you onto amazing artists!!! I feel like he listens to a lot of Omar Apollo, Sega Bodega, Dominic Fike, idkkk. He also listens to A LOT of Brent Faiyaz, the weeknd, and Gunna.😍😍BUTT I also will die on this hill that he used to love Eminem and would memorize all the lyrics (jeanboy is the real slim shady)😙 i luv him, he burns cds for all his friends (yes eren too) but will hand them off so nonchalantly and will be so careful in making the order of the tracks (yes eren too) and everyone will mock him for being so loving (yes eren too). Anyways I headcanon that jean is very very open with giving out all his love to his friends, always hosting everyone (yes eren too), wears his heart on his sleeves, tells his mom every little detail about them, and has the entire checklist for being a good friend down. anyways this isn’t unfortunately a jean post :( i luv him so much actually. also a big radiohead fan for some reason !😝😝

Hange:

I WAS SO EXCITED FOR THIS ONE!!!!!! hange has the best music taste and nobody expects it . (except me duh because i luv hange so so so so much 🤨) hange listens to what spotify categorizes as escape room music on their spotify wrapped. They listen to Eartheater, arca, bjork, coucou chloe, kilo kish, dorian electra, UGH I JUST CANT NOT ARGUE THIS ENOUGH!!! 👹👹hange’s dragging erwin and levi to the concerts and erwin’s grandpa ass is so enthusiastic for no reason (go white man go 🤠🤠) but like thats not all?? they also listen to artists like sevdaliza, florence, caroline polachek!!! HANGE LOVES WOMEN!!!! 😤FKA TWIGS, iamamiwhoami, kelela, kelsey lu :)))))) i feel like hange just loves :( it started out with trying to annoy levi with the weirdest sounding music ever but it turned out,,,,they really liked this kinda music (thx levi) Now he’s stuck with all their car rides consisting of hange whispering eartheater songs in his ear from the passengers seat right next to his ear. (also obsessed with any song they can gather people to dance along with #justdanceking) 🤞🤞

Erwin: 

erwin’s weird. he’s a weirdo. in case ya haven’t noticed. 😭😭 idk why his is so hard to think of??? He’s an unironic Rosalía stan and claims he luvs latina singers!! 😡😡i hate him so much. ok ok ok he’s a mariah carey, whitney houston, beyoncé, fan. He also loves like 2010s girl group music like fifth harmony, little mix, etcetera. 😫He cries to aretha franklin and nina simone. but he also knows the verses to Nicki’s songs :) i love him so much. ❤️

Sasha + Connie: 

they listen to the same music idc idc! Bad bunny, playboi carti, the weeknd. Connie went thru a bart simpson vapor wave/juice wrld phase. 😐😐😐He wouldve still been posting about XXXtentacion if Sasha didn’t smack some sense into him 😠😠(everyone say thank you sasha) Sasha also listens to lots of Britney i havta say! also loved the neighbourhood, arctic monkeys, etc growing up. I luv her so much 🤭🤭

Armin: 

my sweet darling boy grew up listening to emo rock and goth rock growing up. he hid it from everyone tho! instead he listened it to full blast on his headphones for hours at night and thats why today he says “huh.” 😕after every sentence someone says :/ hes grown out of it now but he still can belt out the lyrics to black parade anyday! went crazy over King for a Day bc Kellin Quinn AND Pierce the Veil?!?!?!😳😳 Now he loves screaming along in eren’s ear! 🤪🤪

[biscuityskies]

Tag game!

I was tagged by @starwarjotta, thank you very much for the tag bestie!! sorry it took me so long to do this 😭

Last Song: Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan THIS SHIT HAS BEEN ON REPEAT

Favorite Color: Blue most beloved. Give me a blue and I like it. Lapis lazuli is a historic favourite, Seijoh teal is a classic, blue most highly favoured amongst colours

Currently Watching: rewatching old anime I enjoyed in uni but my roomie hasn’t seen, we just finished sk8 and we’re onto where she left off on Hunter x Hunter!

Sweet / Savory / Spicy: I’m a sweets girlie, I love me my savoury stuff and I can do some spicy but I’m more inclined towards sweet

Relationship Status: single as ever :’)

Current Obsession: oddly getting back into anime. it feels weird. Also Star Wars but I feel like that goes without saying. Also also Chappell Roan and Hozier for the same but different reasons.

Last Thing You Googled: tortilla

Ummmm I’m tagging @eloquent-apollo here u go babe no worries if u don’t want to do it (get tagged idiot <3)

[jungkookschin]

WTF??

THAT WAS SO GOOD

the way you describe jungkook and oc’s relationships from both their perspectives is so cute 😞 just the way they talk about each other is so?? omg i don’t even have words. “future mother of my kids” OH HES REALLY IN LOVE. also when jungkook was like “she doesn’t need to be a superhero with me” STFU SO CUTE I CANT 😭 it’s really so crazy that they’re really just saving the world but so gentle and normal with eo.

fuck apollo, fuck ares, kinda don’t know how i feel about hephaestus but yeah fuck him too why not, just fuck all the gods tbh

oh? we’re learning more about jungkook’s past hookups? why is that so funny

i love the way you write oc tho. like her thinking is so real and realistic. she’s secure in their relationship but also has doubts about herself that are totally understandable.

jungkook being so protective lowkey had me blushing 🤭 he was thinking how oc should be more aware of her surroundings to protect herself from perverts and then was like wait no that’s why i’m here

smut was explicit but that was hot and sweet ngl. jungkook really just wants to please his girl

i’m curious about the dream tho like?? anticipating the next chapter already

thank you so much for taking the time to write this amazing chapter!! 🫶

AWWW THANK U SMMMMM <3333 again full transparency i use chatgpt to rewrite sentences bc my ass is soo lazy to think of pretty sentence structures.

im sooo happy that u commented on their dynamic just bc i put a lot of effort into making the little things matter. like i COULD just say some shit like "Jungkook is in love with her and wants to protect her blah blah blah" but i TRY to show it thru his actions.. which is superrr fun given that this is an action story and he can like kill monsters and shit hehe

NO FR FUCK THE GODS!! fuck hephaestus too. in greek mythology hes always been up to some STRANGE and WEIRD activities... but in this fic im trying to portray him as a good father bc he's yn's dad 😭✋

And as for oc , i think she's super relatable 😭 like i COULD make her crazy and insane (as we all r sometimes 😌) but i want to show her rational side . lowkey some fanfic readers are kinda women-hating, for lack of a better term. bc if i give my oc's any flaws, they'll go off in my inbox about how much they hate oc 😭 like damnn she's not actually dating jungkook chillll

i lovedd writing the protective aspect, and i love when guys r protective. not FORCEFULL but idk he was kinda forceful in the fic but it's always hot cause he's like "omg wait, im the strongest demigod in the history of the world, i can take care of her", and i can imagine that it gives oc an overwhelming sense of security cause shes gonna be safe foreverrr

AS FOR THE SMUT AHHHH, i recently started to add smut in my fics, but IM so scared of making it too explicit. Like I don't want to make it too obvious because i feel weird writing words like "dick" or "pussy" jkdfsfkldf

furthermore, i have a theory that a lot of my fics would be more popular if i added some delicious smut to it, but then sometimes i think that oh wait jungkook is a real person and if he saw this he might not like it. which is why i try to add the appropriate amount to make the story make sense and not sexualize him too much?? instead just try to convey the intensity of his love .

as for the dream, i think when i wrote it i wanted to portray y/n's paranoia , which is another reason jk wanted to keep her away from the quest

nonetheless, thank u for ur comments <33, i can tell that u really read the story which means so much to me. I hope u have the bestest day ever anon!!

[2nd2ndalto]

Fall Down With You

Chapter 5

(previous chapter)

The letter arrives on a Monday afternoon, carried to the infirmary by Cecil and handed over to Austin, who tosses it at Will like a projectile as Will’s searching the infirmary shelves for a half-case of nectar he’s positive he saw there last week.

“Letter from your boyfriend," Austin announces as he chucks it at Will’s head. Will frowns, snatching it away.

Is he? Are they? Maybe?

They’re certainly something more, now. Something that makes Will feel as if he’s walking on air, makes the space within his ribcage warm and swell in the best possible way.

They’ve kissed precisely six times now. The first time halting and gentle, on a rainy Sunday not long after waking, curled together like kittens in Nico’s bed. The sixth time hurried and heated, ragged breath and clutching fingers, just minutes before Nico left on an errand for his father. It’s been hard to think about much else in the ensuing three weeks, honestly.

And now this: a letter addressed to Will in Nico’s neat, careful cursive. Will makes to tear it open, then reconsiders, carefully folding the thin envelope in half and tucking it safely into his back pocket until he has the time and the privacy he suddenly feels it demands. _ _ _

“Solace. Solace! Hey, Will!”

Will blinks abruptly into consciousness in the Hades cabin, immediately pushing himself up in bed as he becomes aware of the hazy image of Nico wavering in the air next to him.

“I just woke half the Apollo cabin looking for you. Why the fuck are you sleeping in here?” Nico says, exasperated.

“Maybe because I miss you, you absolute dickhead,” Will retorts, rubbing at his eyes to clear his vision.

“I - I miss you too,” Nico says, his tone immediately softer.

“What,” Will ducks down, rummaging on the floor for his satchel, “what the fuck. Is this?” He waves Nico’s (now much read and repeatedly refolded) letter in the air in front of him, nearly dissolving the Iris message.

Nico looks a bit chastened. “Oh. You got my letter.”

“Yeah I got your letter, what the fuck?”

“Did you not - I’m sorry. If I - if you don’t feel the same way -” Nico stammers.

“Of course I fucking feel the same way!” Will throws his hands in the air. The letter comes fluttering back down onto the bed next to him. “What the fuck. Of course I feel the same way, you dumbass.”

“Then why - why are you yelling at me?” Nico asks, shrinking into himself.

“Because you sent me a fucking letter,” Will fumbles for the letter, waving it in front of the Iris message again, and Nico flinches, “saying you love me - and not very much else - while you’re on the other side of the world on some kind of fucking mysterious errand for your father, and I thought it meant you were fucking dead. Or dying,” he finishes, shoving his hair out of his face.

Nico’s eyes go wide. “Oh, shit.”

“Yeah,” Will says, finally taking a deep breath and scrubbing his hands over his face.

“But why - why would you think that?” Nico blinks.

“I don’t know.” Will deflates a bit further. “It seemed like something you would do.”

Nico pauses. “Yeah, actually you’re right.”

Will snorts.

“I’m - I’m not dead, though, or dying,” Nico says. Though he looks more worried about it now than he did three minutes ago.

“Yeah, I know,” Will says, softer. “Because I finally Iris-messaged Hazel yesterday and she said she’d just heard from you, and you were fine. Eating fucking gelato in fucking Sicily.”

Nico presses his lips together, suddenly looking very much like he’s trying not to laugh. Will scowls at him.

“I’m sorry,” Nico says. “I’m fine - I’m really fine. Okay?”

“Hmph,” Will says.

Nico chews on his lip. “I just… I don’t know. I wanted to say it before I left and then… I just couldn’t work up the nerve, and then I had to leave in a hurry. Then I saw this stupid fucking statue of your dad in Naples and I… I just needed to tell you right away. I didn’t have a drachma, so I wrote you a letter,” Nico finishes.

Will sighs. “Okay, that’s actually really sweet. Also please don’t ever tell my dad that.”

Nico laughs. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on it.”

Will watches the other boy, long eyelashes framing dark eyes, his gaze soft, and he’s rocked by an overwhelming wave of affection, and regret for all the fucking distance between them.

“I - I might have overreacted a bit,” Will admits. “Sorry.”

Nico snorts. “It’s fine. I should actually be back in a few days if you want to yell at me some more. That’s what I wanted to tell you.”

“Really?” Will brightens. “I thought you’d be gone for at least another month.”

“Nope,” Nico says. “Got everything wrapped up sooner than we expected. You might have to share the bed.”

Will feels a grin break over his face. “I’d like that.”

“Yeah, me too,” Nico says, a shy smile on his lips. “Did you um… did you tell Hazel… anything?”

They haven’t really told anyone anything, yet. It’s all still so new. Not that anyone should really be surprised, Will thinks.

“Um. I kind of had to,” Will admits. “She was - she was really happy, though. You should probably message her.”

“Oh gods.” Nico passes a hand over his face.

Will giggles. “Sorry. I didn’t want her to worry.”

Nico shakes his head. “Nah, it’s fine.”

They gaze at each other in silence for a moment, and Will wishes more than anything that he could reach right through the Iris message and pull Nico directly into his bed, now.

“I should let you get back to sleep,” Nico says regretfully. The image fizzles at the edges. “I think my time’s almost up anyway.”

“Okay.” Will reaches his fingers out towards the image of Nico, then drops his hand. “Take care of yourself, okay?”

Nico nods. “I will. And… I love you ,” he says, looking incredibly uncomfortable but also incredibly earnest.

“I love you too,” Will whispers, his voice rough. “I’ll see you soon.” _ _ _

Nico is back at camp in just under 48 hours, as it turns out, quietly opening the door to his cabin just after midnight. His breath catches as he recognizes a familiar form curled in his own bed, and he takes a moment to stand there in the darkness, drinking in the feeling of warmth that spreads over him at Will’s blonde hair spilling over the pillow, the now-familiar sound of his soft, steady breathing, a soundtrack Nico thinks he could sleep to for the rest of his life without complaint.

Nico wants nothing more than to immediately climb into bed with the other boy, but he’s almost as desperate for a shower. Reluctantly, he stows his sword and backpack and softly closes the bathroom door behind him. He showers quickly, brushes his teeth and pulls clean pajamas from his dresser all without waking the other boy.

Finally, gratefully, he pulls back the covers and slips into bed. And gods, Will is warm and he smells like Will and Nico can’t quite believe how much he missed him. He presses his face into the space between Will’s shoulders, carefully resting a hand on the other boy’s hip, torn between not wanting to disturb him and needing to wrap around him as tightly as humanly possible.

Will makes a soft, sleepy noise, shifting and stretching, and Nico follows him, drawn like a magnet as Will moves just a bit further away. Then Will’s body stills and he scrambles to roll over, his eyes blinking open, his gaze soft and surprised. “Oh, hi,” he whispers. “Are you really here?”

“Really,” Nico whispers, eyes tracing the beloved, familiar freckled face in the dark.

“Oh my god I missed you so much,” Will says. Then, suddenly seeming to register that Nico really isn’t just a figment of his imagination, he launches himself forward, wrapping Nico in a tight hug. Nico’s neck is bent at an odd angle and one of his arms is pinned under him, but at the moment he absolutely couldn't care less. He laughs against Will’s head, hugging back as much as he’s physically able to.

“I missed you so much,” Will repeats, softer, now pulling back to punctuate his words with warm, emphatic kisses pressed to Nico’s cheeks, his forehead, his temples, the line of his jaw. His breath is so warm on Nico’s skin, his fingers so warm where they grip Nico’s waist under his shirt.

Nico feels a giggle of absolute joy bubbling up in his chest as he tries his best to turn his head towards Will to meet his lips. Will shakes his head, covering his mouth. “No, you can’t kiss me, I have bad breath,” he mumbles into his hand. “I’ve been asleep for hours already.”

Nico snorts. “You dork. I’ve been waiting to kiss you again for almost a month. Believe me when I tell you that your breath is the very last thing I care about.”

This kissing thing is pretty new to both of them, but Nico thinks they’re getting quite good at it, honestly. Will’s mouth is soft and eager, and his fingers slide into Nico’s damp hair, a gentle tethering. He makes the most beautiful, soft sounds in his throat when Nico hesitantly runs the tip of his tongue along Will’s bottom lip, sounds that make Nico dizzy, make his breath come fast.

They part after a long moment, breath quick and uneven, gazing at each other in the dark of the cabin.

Home.

“I love you so much,” Will murmurs.

“I love you too,” Nico answers, unable to resist the wide smile pulling at his lips.

“You’re going to get tired of hearing me say that, because I don’t think I can stop,” Will whispers, looking worried.

Nico shakes his head, still smiling. “I won’t.”

Will beams at him for a long moment, then reaches to brush the hair off his forehead. “You look tired.”

“Yeah, a little,” Nico admits.

“Good thing I kept your bed warm,” Will grins.

“Yeah,” Nico agrees.

Will smiles even wider. “‘Kay, let’s sleep,” he announces, grabbing Nico around the waist and hauling the other boy on top of himself.

Nico squeaks and tries to move, but Will just holds tighter, giggling.

“Solace, I’m crushing you,” Nico protests, which he knows is not strictly true. But still.

“It’s okay, I want you to,” Will mumbles, nuzzling into his neck.

Nico laughs, managing to wiggle halfway off his… boyfriend?

Will makes a sound of annoyance, but doesn’t move, his arms locked tight around Nico’s middle.

Nico sighs. “Really? this is how we’re sleeping now?”

“Mm hmm,” Will mumbles decisively, nuzzling further into the space between Nico’s chin and his shoulder.

But the thing is, Will is warm and he’s Will and Nico’s missed him terribly every single moment of the last almost-four weeks.

“Fine,” he grumbles, fighting a smile.

“My grumpy little blanket,” Will mumbles into his neck, and Nico snorts, honestly too pleased with the whole situation to argue.

Grumpy. The word sits incongruously around the joy swelling in his chest. He can’t remember the last time he’s smiled quite this much, he thinks, as he drifts off to sleep.

When he wakes hours later, it’s to Will’s ridiculous bedhead and Will’s beaming smile and Will’s warm mouth on his skin, and Nico wonders if he’ll ever be able to stop smiling.

(next chapter)