#apollo loo

[mingot-studios]

Bloom in The Dark/Legends of Olympus: Young Gods' ages

(note: due to Olympians aging much slower than humans in this universe, they are still much older than any mortal while still being children mentally and physically.)

Hermes: 18-19

Artemis & Apollo: 16-17

Persephone: 13-14

Eros: 9-10 (though he acts much younger due to Aphrodite spoiling him)

Hebe: 6-7 (though she is a child prodigy)

(Yes, i took some artistic liberties regarding some of their ages, but it was mostly done because 1). I was just basing their ages on vibes, and 2). since BiTD and LoO are meant to be comedic reimaginings of Greek Mythology [for the most part], I thought this would make for better character dynamics and chemistry between them.)

[mizodorito]

WHAJTTHRKRRUCKC JHSSKDK

[the-star-rigel]

pjo/hoo/toa + the cycle

The Lightning Thief / Growing Sideways, Noah Kahan / Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan, Ilya Repin + Saturn Devouring His Son, Goya + Saturn, Rubens / The Blood of Olympus / The Family Jewels, MARINA / The Last Olympian / The Sea of Monsters / The Family Jewels / Orestes Pursued by the Furies, Bouguereau / The Hidden Oracle / Apollo and Marsyas, Manfredi / In The Blood, John Mayer / The Sea of Monsters / The Combat of Ares and Athena, Jacques Louis David / The Family Jewels / Mark of Athena / The Combat of Ares and Athena / The Lightning Thief / Family Line, Conan Gray / Cronos and Rhea, Schinkel / The Lightning Thief / The Blood of Olympus / In The Blood / The Last Olympian / Chronos and His Child, Romanelli / Desireé Dellagiacomo / The Lightning Thief / Family Line / The Fallen Angel, Alexandre Cabanel + The Last Day of Pompeii, Bryullov / The Blood of Olympus / The Outcast, Botticelli / Glass, Irony and God, Anna Carson / House of Hades / Family Line / The Last Olympian / The Lament for Icarus, Herbert Draper + Sacrifice of Iphigenia, Roman School + Minerva and Arachne, Houasse + Venus Induces Helen to Fall in Love with Paris, Kauffmann / The Last Olympian / Hadestown / The Lightning Thief / apple, Charli xcx / The Last Olympian / I Would Leave Me If I Could, Halsey / The Sea of Monsters / ? / LET YOUR DAD DIE ENERGY DRINK, Lavery and Corrigan / The Last Olympian / Eat Your Young, Hozier / The Last Olympian / Orpheus and the Bacchantes, Lazzarini / The Blood of Olympus / Susan Smith, wych elm / Orpheus and the Bacchantes / The Burning Maze / ? / The Tyrant’s Tomb / Perseus Freeing Andromeda, Veronese / Abduction of Psyche, Bouguereau + Bacchus and Ariadne, Van Loo / The Tower of Nero / The Tower of Nero / The Tower of Nero

[dreamdragonkadia]

Requested by @that-choir-girl I hope you enjoy! I'm so sorry it took me a minute to get to this. p.jackson/apollo!reader

It was a stupid hope.

Thinking Luke would come to his senses. That maybe the boy who once taught you how to shoot an arrow before you'd even been claimed would look at you—really look—and remember who he used to be.

But, he didn’t.

You hadn’t told anyone what he asked of you. Not Annabeth. Not Chiron. Definitely not Percy.

The guilt sat in your stomach like a rock. You hadn’t said a word about Luke’s offer—about his plan, about Kronos. You kept it buried, hoping it would fade.

You’d always been angry at the gods. At your father for waiting so long to claim you. But this? Joining Kronos? No. That line, at least, you wouldn’t cross.

Then Luke took Percy. Lured him away like it was nothing.

You didn’t even think. Couldn't think. You just ran—Annabeth and Grover close behind—praying to any god who might listen that you weren’t already too late.

'Please, please, please.'

You found them just as the sun was bleeding into the trees, orange and gold and too beautiful for how wrong everything felt.

Percy was on his knees. Sweating, pale, barely upright. And Luke was behind him, Backbiter angled at his throat.

“Don’t move,” Luke said, eyes locking on yours.

You froze, heart hammering. Grover's breathing went nonexistent beside you. Annabeth didn’t even blink, gripping her dagger like a lifeline.

One wrong step and that cursed blade would tear through Percy like paper.

“Luke,” you said, carefully. “Let him go.”

His grip tightened. “You should’ve joined me.”

“You’re hurting people.”

“I’m making things right.”

“By poisoning him?” Annabeth snapped, stepping forward.

Luke tilted his head like it’s no big deal. Like this was another day. “He’ll last long enough.”

You barely heard him. Your eyes were locked on Percy now—on the sickly purple veins crawling up from the gash in his side. Backbiter’s poison. You can practically feel it burning through his bloodstream.

Then Percy’s eyes flick to your side.

It’s subtle. Barely a twitch. But you know him well enough to understand.

A signal.

With whatever strength he had left, Percy slammed his shoulder into Luke’s leg, knocking him off balance just enough.

It’s all you need.

Annabeth moves first—quick as lightning, dagger drawn. Grover’s right behind her, charging like a goat possessed.

And you?

You go straight to Percy.

You drop to your knees beside him, tuning out the clash of the fight behind you.

His skin was burning. His lips were pale. He blinked up at you, slow and dazed, like he was trying to figure out if you were real.

“You came,” he murmured.

“Of course I did,” you whispered, brushing the damp hair from his forehead. “What, like I was gonna let you die out here?”

He gave a breathy sound that might’ve been a laugh—or a wheeze. “Not… my best day.”

You pressed your hands to the wound at his side. The magic came instinctively—warmth building in your chest and pouring into him, chasing the venom like light through smoke. Your father’s power was supposed to be sunlight and music. Right now, it felt more like fire and desperation.

Percy jerked under your hands, gasping. But he didn’t pull away.

You kept going until the poison was gone.

Behind you, there’s a grunt and a thud—then silence.

You turned to see Luke on the ground, Annabeth’s dagger at his throat, her eyes wild with fury. Grover stood nearby, panting hard, looking like he’d just headbutted a freight train.

Luke’s gaze flicked to you.

And for one second—just one—he looked like the boy you used to know. The one who showed you how to notch an arrow. The one who laughed with you by the campfire like the world was never going to end.

Then he moved.

Fast.

With a twist of his arm, an elbow to Annabeth’s ribs, and he was on his feet before anyone could stop him. She lunged after him, but he was already backing into the shadows of the trees.

“They’ll fail you again,” he warned, breath ragged. “And when they do… you’ll come looking for me.”

Then he vanished into the trees.

Percy slumped forward the moment he was gone, like his body had been held together by sheer will and now that will had snapped.

You caught him before he could hit the ground, arms wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him in close.

“I’ve got you,” you murmured.

He let out a shaky, warm breath against your neck. For a second, you thought he’d already passed out—until you felt his fingers curl gently into your shirt.

“Hey…” he whispered. “You’re not gonna… disappear too, right?”

You blinked. “What?”

“I mean…” He swallowed hard. “Could you… maybe stay? Just for a little while? I— I don’t really wanna be alone right now. Not after everything.”

There was something so soft, so Percy in the way he said it—like he was embarrassed to ask, like needing someone made him feel guilty.

You didn’t let him finish the thought.

“Of course,” you said, tucking your hand behind his head, gently guiding it to your shoulder. “I’m here. I’m staying.”

He didn’t say anything else. Just leaned into you, heavy and warm and still trembling slightly.

The walk back to camp was slow. He pressed into your side the entire way, head tucked into the crook of your neck like it was the only place that felt safe, one arm looped around your shoulders.

At some point, his hand found yours and didn’t let go.

You didn’t make him.

And honestly… you didn’t want to.

[audreyscribes]

Ω PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS: 🌕 ARTEMIS: Goddess of the Hunt and Wilderness, Archery, Moon, Maidenhood and Childbirth 🏹

author's note: I had a sudden idea about writing some headcanons Camp Halfblood demigods being claimed and what it's like for each respective god and cabin, followed by a small blurb afterwards. Thank you for reading and please like and reblog! The order is not in order of the cabin numbers. [PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST]

You’ve become one of Artemis’ ‘children’ as you joined the hunters of Artemis and became part of the sisterhood. 

For the most part, it’s a pretty nomadic way of living. You’re constantly on the move, hunting animals and monsters with your fellow sisters and companions. It's pretty comfy and the tents they set up are great (they also have full blown washrooms somehow, so no need to forgo running water) so it feels like glamping. But every now and again, Artemis takes you guys to stop by Camp Half-blood. 

Say what you will, there's something being stationary and sleeping in an actual building, in actual beds. 

You see the curious eyes watching you and your group, but they keep their distance given boys are off-limits and girls either look at you with awe or disdain. 

Y'know how the Apollo cabin often has archery matches with the Huntresses? Although they don't particularly become any closer, there is some sort of connection between your cabins. Probably because Artemis and Apollo are twins, and Apollo's children don't seem particularly attracted to your group, so there's something there. 

You take part and help out with the annual recruitment at the Camp. Teaching other potential maidens about what it's like being a Huntresses. You're told that they always have one interested individual that joins them by the time they leave camp.

Braids are often a common hairstyle among the hunt, aside from ponytails. Being on the move doesn’t allow much time to dwell on hair aside from basic hair care, so keeping it in a braid is often more of convenience. There’s usually a mass hair-washing station and it becomes a group bonding experience. All the hunters help braid your hair and teach you other styles along the way, and it’s not uncommon to see a hair braiding train. This often also leads into storytelling time and devolving much like a sleepover, bringing a certain sense of nostalgia.

You know you’ve become part of the hunters when Artemis asks you to help braid her hair. Your hands will shake and you will stutter, but as she encourages your hands to weave her hair, you feel honoured and the barrier between her and you is less daunting. 

Other than Dionysus, people feel envious and are curious what it’s like being around a god so often. Artemis accompanies you on your hunts more often than not, and usually is not around when she has to attend a council with the other Olympians or tend to her nightly duties. It’s a see-saw of perception being around Artemis; on one hand, you’re aware of who she is but on the other hand, when you’re hunting together or when she joins you with the other hunters, you forget she’s a deity.  

If you joined in when Zoe is a lieutenant, she is strict but fair. She is the ultimate big sister of the sisterhood. She may seem a bit cold to you but as she helps guide your shooting stance and gives you tips, tells you to zip up your parka or checks your supplies, you know she cares for you like a sister. In fact, you notice she seems more at ease as she looks after you and your sister…it makes you think if she had biological sisters. 

When Thalia is now the lieutenant, it takes some time to get used to. There’s a bit of friction and gap, since Zoe was in that position for over 2000 years. However, Thalia is confident and has the qualities of a leader, so her stumbles become sprints. She is different from Zoe in how they bond with the sisterhood, but if Zoe was the cool, proud sister, then Thalia is the fun, laughable sister that wouldn’t hesitate to give you a noogie.  

You looked upon the silver lady, her entourage of people behind her. The moon was full behind her head, bestowing a glow on her and you were just in awe to be in her shadow. 

A tall and graceful girl stepped forward and she regarded you with a pointed look. “If you wish to join our lady and our hunt, you must pledge yourself from romantic love and swear loyalty to Lady Artemis and our sisterhood.”

You nodded as she nodded back. “Recite this oath: I pledge myself to the Goddess Artemis. I turn my back on the company of men, accept eternal maidenhood, and join the Hunt.”

You recited this pledge and the girl with moonlike qualities smiled. “I, Artemis, accept this pledge. Welcome sister to the Hunt. As long as you remain as one of my Hunters, and are not slain in battle, you will not die under my watch.”

The other hunters cheered for you as you nodded. The other girl stepped forward with a warmer smile and held out her hand to you. 

“My name is Zoe Nightshade, lieutenant of Lady Artemis. Welcome to our sisterhood.”

[hildegardavon]

Carle Van Loo, 1705-1765

Apollo and the Cumaen Sibyl, 1755, oil on canvas

 Museum of Fine Arts, St. Petersburg  Inv. 1997.57

[likeniobe]

Or the story of Marsyas the musician who was half-man and half-beast and who could play as sweetly as any god on his flute and did so until Apollo the sun-god himself heard rumours about how good the earthly musician was, came shooting down straight as a ray of light to earth, challenged him to a contest, won the contest and had the musician skinned alive as his prize. Which isn't necessarily the injustice that it sounds, my mother said. Cause imagine, the skin of Marsyas slipped off as easily as a tomato's will in warm water to allow the red raw sweetness out of the fruit below. And the sight of such release moved everyone who saw it to a strength of feeling more than any music played anywhere by any musician or god.

ali smith, how to be both

bartolomeo manfredi, apollo and marsyas, 1616-20

An other mention of a Satyre made, By Phoebus, with Tritonia's reede, o're-come: Who for presuming felt a heauy doome. Me from my selfe, ah why doe you distract? (Oh!) I repent, he cry'd: Alas! this fact Deserues not such a vengeance. Whilst he cry'd; Apollo from his body stript his hide. His body was one wound, blood euery way Streames from all parts: his sinewes naked lay. His bare veines pant: his heart you might behold; And all the fiuers in his brest haue told.

george sandys, trans. ovid, metamorphoses, 1632

melchior meier, apollo and marsyas and the judgment of midas, 1581

And eke in ech of the pynacles Weren sondry habitacles, In which stonden, al withoute–– Ful the castel, al aboute–– Of alle maner of mynstralles And gestiours that tellen tales Both of wepinge and of game Of all that longeth unto Fame. [...] Ther saugh I than Atiteris, And of Athenes daun Pseustis, And Marcia that loste her skyn, Bothe in face, body, and chyn, For that she woulde envien, loo, To pipen bet than Appolloo.

geoffrey chaucer, the house of fame, 2.1193-1200, 1227-1232

jean desmarets de saint-sorlin and stephano della bella, apollon et marsyas, 1644

[apollomes-supremacy]

Hello Gress can you please tell me the name and creator the splendid oil painting of Phoebus Apollo and Mercury that you have displayed on your Tumblr? I really like the painting and wanted to ask who's the painter because I like the old art of Apollo.. Thank you if can help me with this��...

Hello! 🦢

I believe youre refering to the painting on my header: Apollo or The Three Protector of The Muses by Charles-André van Loo (Carle Van Loo), 1745.

(I previously thought it had another name, but apparently I was wrong lol)

This artist also has some other mythological works that I really like!

Marsyas Flayed by the Order of Apollo, 1975.

Juno, 1736.

Perseus and Andromeda, c.1735 - c.1740.

Venus and Cupids with the Arms of Mars, 1743.

Education of Cupid, c. 1750.

Jason and Medea, 1759.

Mercury and Argos, 18th century.

Baccus et Ariane, 18th century.

[larkiethings]

okay I voiced these opinions which is why I’m confident enough to write them bc I’ve gotten my thoughts in order

I feel like part of the reason that apollo justice falls a little bit flat is that it plays things too close to the chest and doesn’t have enough conflict throughout most of the game. It has a great plot and it comes together beautifully in the final case, but I don’t think you get enough nuggets of it before said final case, and there’s not enough alternative plot to keep you going. Let me get into it, big spoilers ahead for the end of the game obvs

so this is the second time I’ve played this game, the first time was…idk sometime between 2018 or 2019, and honestly it felt kind of forgettable? Which on one hand was nice on the replay because I had to genuinely figure most things out and could experience the game like new, but on the other hand doesn’t speak to great story if I can forget most of it in 6 years (although as a side note so much of my brain was taken up by my horrible job that it’s definitely not all the game’s fault, I was being abused at the time). One of the things that really stood out to me was how Klavier Gavin is so different from previous prosecutors, and how it was both interesting and boring at the same time

the thing about Klavier is that he’s the most chill prosecutor we’ve seen so far. Which is weird considering that he’s an egotistical diva of a rock star, and he can be a bit of an ass, but he doesn’t have a personal vendetta about winning the way that the von karma brand of prosecutors is. He IS a perfectionist, as a prosecutor and a musician, but he wants to have a perfect case, not a perfect win record - and to him, a perfect case means seeing justice and putting the correct criminal behind bars, not beating the defense. There are several times when he actually helps Apollo, by stalling for time or by asking for additional testimony when Apollo can’t find fault, so that together they uncover the truth.

and on one hand this is really refreshing! The von karma family really left a strong impression on the games and painted prosecutors as these intense, unflinching, unfailing, MEAN people, and yeah Godot wasn’t a von karma but he was so condescending and phoenix is so used to having to battle everything out that it felt very similar. Klavier is condescending sometimes, but again, he’s more helpful than anything else. Which when I think about it, that’s nice! It’s a nice bit of contrast to earlier games, it ties in with the themes of the game (finding hope in the future of the legal system despite its flaws), and idk it’s just a kind of nice change of pace

so why is it so boring????

I feel like the thing is that there’s not enough conflict. The main conflict of the game is between phoenix and kristoph, and it happens mostly off screen. You get little tastes of it, and that mystery is intriguing, but for the vast majority of the game the conflict has to come from other places - mostly from Apollo’s inability to talk to his clients, whether because they’re uncooperative (wocky) or unable to speak English (machi) or cripplingly shy (Vera). The clients are also a bit of a departure from previous games in that these clients aren’t exactly innocent either - wocky is a trigger happy gangster, machi a smuggler, Vera a forger. But again, this conflict isn’t as front and center, because you can’t! Talk to them! And you’re not getting enough conflict from your main opponent in court because he cares about justice! And he usually comes around pretty quickly to the idea that your clients aren’t murderers and helps you get the real murderer!

now. I do think the big overarching plot was interesting. I loved lamiroir and the complicated family history. I eat family history shit up. Which is why I would have loved for more of a look into the Gavins!

again, Klavier is condescending and egotistical in court, but he’s also kind of charming, and he’s barely an antagonist. I think if we had gotten more of a look at their family history, that would have made this game WAY more interesting. We know that the case with Zak Gramarye was Klavier’s first one, and it was kind of implied that Kristoph was going to use the case to get more fame and prestige for both of them, but we’re also…not really sure how much Klavier knew about Kristoph’s plans, how he felt about Kristoph getting booted from the case, how he felt about his brother going to prison. Did he want the help from his brother, or did he want to stand on his own? He was already a successful rocker. He did grow out his hair to match his brother’s style, which seems like he looks up to Kristoph at least a little, but also he must have felt betrayed because he cares SO MUCH about justice and Kristoph so LITTLE. Did he know this from the beginning? Is this why he became a prosecutor in the same way phoenix became a defense attorney, but inverted? Did he want to prosecute as a way to stop his brother’s corrupt power grabs? they’re really the main foils of the game, and imo it would have been way more interesting if he had been slightly better friends with Apollo so we could get a look into that. The internal conflict! The betrayal! The drama!

And Apollo would be over there trying to figure out how he fits into it, maybe talk about the law in general and how prosecutors and attorneys both play important roles. Perhaps being conflicted himself as he challenges his own thoughts about law, wondering how he can be such a good friend with his opponent, maybe getting into his own past a little bit as an orphan??? What was his life like growing up??? Obviously this wouldn’t be SUPER out in the open, like I’m thinking back to the original game level of phoenix’s backstory hints, it doesn’t have to be overwhelming. But it might have been nice to have something.

anyway. Those are my thoughts. I really like the game conceptually, but the actual gameplay often feels like wandering around just wondering wtf happened to phoenix wright that he got disbarred and is now just slouching around in a hoodie raising a teenager and then being shoved into unrelated bullshit. I do think it was a really bold move to do that, and I did like getting to see phoenix from the outside - so much of what we know about him is internal, he really hates talking about his feelings to other people, and it was cool to see things from a new perspective. BUT again the pacing felt like…kinda flat kinda flat kinda okay BIG DRAMA REVEAL and like. Idk the big reveal felt somewhat disconnected from a lot of what happened before, at least emotionally. And I can see why people would turn that into hating Apollo (bc he’s only tenuously connected to everything in a last minute plot twist what is he even doing here) or hating the way phoenix is written (bc he hates talking about his feelings so we the players don’t get to see them) or the plot (bc it’s not tied into enough of the game). I feel like the INGREDIENTS are there. It’s just a liiiiittle bit off of what I want it to be. And it could be fixed by seeing into Klavier’s thoughts and emotions just a little bit more

[olympianchampions]

Welcome to Camp-Halfblood!

Chiron: It is a pleasure to have you here, child. I'm glad you got to Camp in one piece! You can go get settled in the Hermes cabin while you wait to get claimed, someone will show you around soon. Just follow Hermes cabin counselor, Elias Mercer.

How do you say? You've already been claimed? Well, that's wonderful. By who? Was it Zeus? Got already 4 of em! I'll call over cabin 1 counselor Shawn Martin, he's nice, you'll get along-

Oh? You said Poseidon? Well, I'm pretty sure you can find one of the two Donnelly twins, Elizabeth or Aaron by the shore. But counselor is technically Liz.

Oh, no Demeter. Got it. Yes, I'm sure Harper Brooks will be able to help you settle in.

Sorry, I am not in myself today. Did you say Ares or Athena? Either way, you'll find respectively Eleanor Grant and Atticus Brown should be in the fighting range.

Oh, you meant Apollo! Yeah, Ashton Ray is probably by the Bonfire with that dam guitar.

Hephaestus? Just go over to the furnace then, you'll find your way easily. Flint Pierce is always there.

Sure, Aphrodite! I should've guessed immediately, kid. Yeah, Dove Aphroditis, I don't know where she is right now, but we can go loo-

Okay, I'm wrong again, aren't I? It's been a very stressful day. Mr D is gone... wait, is it him? Well, normally he handles his kids himself, but I could go look for Romeo Amadeus... Not him either?

Are you a kid of Hades? Wow, wouldn't have thought so. There are only 3 right now. Your eldest brother Ajax Carter is usually just in the cabin.

Oooh, Iris? Okay, well, Nova Rodriguez is actually in the Big House right now so let's just-

No? Wow, I'm getting real bad at this. Hypnos maybe? I'm sure Selene Patel simply fell asleep somewhere.

Well, if it's Nemesis or Nike, respectively Damian Storm and Mei-Ling Wu are basically inseparable. They might be training in the swordfight range.

Oh, you meant Hebe all along? Well, Grace Wells... I don't know where she is let's... Oh- wrong again, well.

Well, only got two left but well if it's Tyche, you'll find Zara Ali hanging around our Oracle's cabin on the hill. Her and Rachel are pretty close. While if it's Hecate, Luna Martino is most probably just in their cabin.

Well, at least you know where to look now, whoever it is. Good luck, new demigod. I'll go try contacting Mr D again.

[queeniecook]

November 24 - Part 1

Today is Maira's birthday party. It's being held at the community center in San Sequoia, turns out Rahmi has some cousins there and they paid to rent the build for the party. Thankfully Thomas has stepped up and offered to pay for half of everything - without being asked. Maybe he's trying to turn over a new leaf but I personally don't trust him. I will keep my opinions to myself though unless asked.

My daughter decided to crawl for the first time this morning while I was on the loo. I yelled for Caleb and he rushed in to take a picture and record her crawling.

I didn't really want to leave after that, but I said I would be at the party - plus I'm meeting Naya in San Sequoia to take AJ to the party while she goes to check out the fashion scene in town. I don't mind taking my nephew to the party at all.

AJ chatted up the birthday girl after we arrived at the community center, so I went inside to find Rahmi. I didn't know if she needed help with any finishing touches or not.

I couldn't help but notice the way Ukupanipo was looking at Rahmi but maybe it's just my wishful thinking. So I stayed back and asked Rashidah instead if there was anything I could help with.

After helping put up the last of the balloons, I went to join AJ in the playroom.

"Aunt Vera?" AJ asked me sweetly. 

I almost narrowed my eyes because it reminded me of Apollo when he was little and wanted to play with my toys. "Yes, AJ?"

"When are you going to have another baby? I like playing with Este but I want another baby to play Mr. Stork with." AJ told me before making the toy in his hand making a roaring noise.

I wasn't even sure how to answer that. Este is enough right now, I wasn't sure if I could handle being pregnant and chasing her around once she learns to walk. "Uh....Mr. Stork?" I asked dumbly, trying to divert his attention from the question. I was saved by a little girl that came into the room and asked AJ to play with her.

Her name is Alora Prescott. She and AJ really seemed to hit it off.

next ->

[irish-agender-moss]

Lulah Carrie Solace - daughter of Apollo and Naomi Solace.

•Will Solace is 8 years old and he got lost in the store, after unsuccessfully searching for his mother, he sat on the floor and began to cry. An old woman came up to him and put her hand on his shoulder and asked, "sweet baby girl, what happened?" after that, his mom quickly finds him, a disheveled Naomi thanks everyone and hugs the baby to her chest, but Will feels something strange and joyful inside. Sweet baby girl. Sweet. Baby girl This grandmother mistook him for a girl and… Will was not offended and annoyed, he felt good. He liked that in someone's eyes that he was a girl... •She understands everything quickly - the desire to have long hair, slight envy of girls, admiration and the desire to be like her mother. •When Lulah coming out to her mother Naomi really wanted to run outside and scream at the top of her voice, "I have a daughter!! my little princess!! My little angel!! she prettie and most wonderful girl in the world!! envy me!." •They find her name pretty quickly - during pregnancy, Naomi was sure that she was expecting a daughter, despite the ultrasound, and even bet her midwife 20 dollars, by the way Emily still owes Naomi twenty! Lulah Carrie - loo-luh Karr-ee, - In honor of her grandmothers, gentle, simple, pretty and girlish. Lulah fell in love with her name as soon as she heard it. •Since their home state is not the friendliest to the likes of Lulah, she remains closed. But Naomi repaints the walls in her daughter's room in lilac, secretly buys her some dresses and a doll.

This one's interesting! I suppose that Nico would have to be gender bended as well in this AU, otherwise make Solangelo a QPR. Either way, well done, thumbs up to you!

[omegaremix]

Omega Radio for May 4, 2019; #194.

Alchemist, The “The Realist” (INS)

De La Soul “Nosed Up” (early)

A Tribe Called Quest “The Killing Season” (ft. Consequence & Talib Kweli & Kanye West)

DJ Shadow “Systematic” (ft. Nas)

DJ Forgotten “No Option” (ft. AZ)

Hus Kingpin “Serotonin High” (ft. Milano Constantine)

Da Grassroots “Drama” (INS)

Rapper Big Pooh “Stop” (ft. Steve Roxx)

Edo. G & Shabaam Sahdeeq “Play To Win” (ft. Torae & DJ Eclipse)

Meyhem Lauren & DJ Muggs “Hashashin” (ft. Conway)

Supawave Osbourne “Iron Fists” (ft. Vast Aire & Double AB & Mo Iz Real & An Hobbes)

Illogic “Time Capsule” (ft. Vast Aire & Aesop Rock)

J Dilla “Show Me What You Got” (INS)

Vast Aire “Dark Metropolis”

Aesop Rock “Labor”

Madlib & Sam Herring “Trouble Knows Me”

Styles P & Talib Kweli “Nine Point Five” (feat. Sheek Louch, Jadakiss, Niko Is)

Rock (Heltah Skeltah) “Fax Machine” (ft. M.O.P.)

Group Home “Express” (INS)

Beneficence “Anyway It Goes” (ft. MC Eiht)

Ras Kass “Back Again” (ft. Shabaam Shadeeq)

Ill Bill “The 3 Wise Men” (ft. O.C. & Jeru The Damaja)

Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz “Timberlan’d Up” (RMX)

Timbo King “The Alliance” (ft. Math Hoffa)

Q-Tip “Let’s Ride” (INS)

Run The Jewels “Let’s Go (The Royal We)”

Warporn Industries “Triple Beam Team” (ft. Vinnie Paz)

Raekwon “This Is What It Comes Too”

Ghostface Killah & Vinnie Paz “Herringbone”

Vinnie Paz “The Ghost I Used To Be” (ft. Eamon)

R.A. The Rugged Man “Holla-Loo-Yuh” (ft. Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko)

9th Wonder “Away From Me”

Hip-hop and golden-era veterans promoted to deluxe airplay.

[juggalomary]

So I actually forgot to post this but I finally got around to chapter 3. I’m in the process of writing chapter 4 rn but I promise y’all will get it a day early next time.

Go read who is this kid? On Ao3 now!

Enjoy chapter 3 <3

A-1, the first of his kind. A young man, trained by the best. He had disappeared from his last know location in Mongolia over 8 months ago. There was no proof of him ever being in another area, that is, until, August 17th 2024, just over 8 months since his last dated sighting. It was not how everyone wished the proof surfaced.

It was a rather unusual case, labeled domestic terror and suicide. A young man, late 20’s, had showed up to the the largest bank in the country to Belgium, and simply asked for a safe deposit box. When he was granted the paperwork to start one, he pulled out an item. A small, but incredibly damaging pen bomb. He had clicked the pen open, used it to sign the paperwork and then put it in the tellers cup.

When the teller picked it up about and hour later and clicked it closed, it blew up, killing 12 and injuring 16 others.

It was labeled domestic terror due to the man’s accent and fluency in the language, as well as his Belgian passport and ID. The man’s body was found 3 hours later, arsenic poisoning, the body, was oddly, labeled as a young Dutch man, Lenard Bradford.

It was traced back to John Mactavish through the nature of the bombs involved. Something that powerful in a casing that small is something that only the best could pull off, such as a special air service officer trained in demolitions.

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The 141 was called in to help locate the central location of the group, along with Belgian special forces.

They all knew that they were potentially going to see their teammate, and that he may not be the same, but what they saw was nothing like what they expected. They expected him to not attack them, recognize them and show mercy, allow them to at least try to help.

It went nothing like that.

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(soap pov)

He was hiding, behind the blast proof door of the vault was opened. His comrade and closest friend A-3 had opened it before running and activating the arsenic capsule hidden among his teeth.

A-3 was replaceable, Makarov had said every one of the apollo battalions 50 members were replaceable, all except A-1. The first, the greatest, and the most intelligent.

He was not allowed to mourn his dead friend any longer, as he heard the rubble shift near his current location. A young British man cursed a blue streak into his comms before turning, facing his location directly.

He knew that man, recognized him. The one in a cap, the one who Makarov said wanted him dead, and if he was here, so was the rest of the team. The team that was trying to murder him.

“Price, yes I know, I swear there was a heat signature right here. The fucking heli picked it up, yes sir I’ll keep loo- holy shit I see it.” The cap man had said. He had turned around in his rambling, and spotted his hand with the knife he was wielding.

A-1 had to move, he had to leave, Makarov was going to punish him. He needed to leave now.

1 leaped up and over the rubble, charging the man and sinking the blade hard into his chest, through the vest, straight into kevlar.

“THE FUCK!” Cap man had shouted. 1 was gone before the second syllable had escaped. He was sprinting to behind the vault, clutching to another longer dagger. He stopped when he got behind the vault, back pressed against the remaining concrete structure.

1 had messed up, a killing blow had been missed, and now everyone was aware of who he was. He had been sent on this without the usual coverage of a black gator and sunglasses, with a hood pulled over to cover nearly his whole forehead.

He screwed his suppressor onto the barrel of his pistol before stepping around the other side of the destroyed wall. The man who he had stabbed in the vest was now surrounded by 4 other people, a soldier with an ugly hat and big beard, and 3 police. He snuck around to behind the group and walked around to the former office area of the bank. A large man in all black with a balaclava was speaking to a police officer by the edge of the rubble.

1 had orders to execute anyone military on scene, he failed the first time, he cannot fail again.

Apollo-1 was not a failure, he had yet to fail a mission. All he had to do was sneak up and execute the man in black.

He was low the the ground walking in a crouched down way, he held the knife closely against his forearm. As he approached he heard a deep manc accent, something he remembered from deep in his consciousness. That did not stop him, he was a good soldier, followed orders well.

“Hey! Stop! You cannot be here, are you alright? Sir?” A female police officer was shouting at him, the one the tall man had been talking with. The one who the tall man had been talking with, holy shit he had been made.

He stood up straight, using the momentum to get a good sprinting start, he launched at the man, stabbing under the bottom of his vest, and finally lodging the knife into flesh.

The tall man lifted him by him arm and threw him backwards off of him. 1 had no time to collect himself before he was charged by the tall man. He rolled out if the way just in time to miss a knife to the face. He stood and took a wire off of his kit and pulled it tight, and then looped it around the mans neck, strangling him.

The man fell backwards a few steps before getting a grip on 1s arm and hand and twisting, breaking the bone. When 1 went reeling backwards he was met with a warm wall, a tall thin wall. He turned his head and was glared at by beard guy.

He stood and took off running, leaving his weapon and evidence of his involvement in the terrorism. He ran and ran through the streets of the city, not looking back to see if he was followed.

As he slowed to a stop outside of a post office, he heard sirens in the distance. They were likely looking for him, but at this point he cared more about setting his arm than about the police. He went to radio i to evac, but was met with a shattered radio, most likely from when he was thrown down.

He sat down in the steps in an attempt to make it easier to set his arm. A foolish thing really, as the bell to the door opening as a worker walks out to scold him for loitering. As the young woman walked out he turned to look at her. Every ounce of blood from her face drained as he turned around.

“You, you, you the man on the television.” She was speaking broken English with an accent, most likely from Spain. Her hand was shaking as she pointed. “¡Maria! ¡Maria! El hombre para el televisir esta aqui.” That’s all he needed to hear before he was off and running again.

It could’ve been hours before he stopped running again, pausing once to throw up blood. Turns out he has some broken ribs as well. God he hated this, running miles and miles from people who want him dead, in massive amounts of pain.

He felt sick. He was going to die. He could finally be free of Makarov. That didn’t sound that bad though. Maybe the pain could go away. His he could use a nap, he head was killing him. Yeah that’s what he needed.

So a nap is what he took, fell asleep right at exfil.

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“Get up” a harsh slap was placed right on his face. So he hadn’t died. It was his trainer, handler, a man who had finally allowed him the call him master yvgin (iv-gan).

He cracked his eyes open, taking in his surroundings. He was in his hospital room, the one he most commonly frequented. There was a cream colored cast keeping his arm bent at 90°, and a tube giving him oxygen. There was an iv in his good arm.

“Spiral fracture in left arm, 4 broken ribs, moderate concussion, 14 small to medium lacerations, 2 required stitches, internal and external bleeding. These injuries suggest you lost, and the nationwide television broadcast to look out for a man of your description suggest you failed your mission.” Yvgin had said, 1 just nodded, because saying it out loud was somehow worse.

He had been allowed one extra day of recovery in hospital before his punishment.

Makarov hadn’t come to visit him, so he assumed his hadn’t messed up severely, maybe the man he stabbed had died. Maybe the charge he left in the vault by accident had gone off, killing the whole team.

No, it hadn’t, 1 had failed in killing any of the targets, therefore maligning him suitable to severe punishment.

He walked through the halls of the compound in Vietnam with his head down. One soldier from the delta regiment had reached her hand out to try to comfort him. 1 later learned that all of her fingers had been broken for the offense.

He was lead down the hall to the supply room, where he was fitted with a mask, it was made of leather and formed to his face, there was a piece formed somewhat like a mouthgaurd that rested in between his teeth. The bottom of it rested about 2 inches under his chin, holding his mouth closed.

The device was crafted for him while he was in his second round of solitary confinement and sensory deprivation. He had been screaming too much, ruining the whole ‘complete silence and darkness’ gimmick.

This time though, he was walked out of the room and past the hallway where the confinement took place, and walked right into a small jail cell like room. The walls were cold concrete and shockingly, there was a vent in to corner.

This couldn’t be that bad, right?

Wrong!

As soon as he entered the room 2 orderlies were in there with him. His clothes, still bloody from the last mission, were cut off of him. Leaving him with only tattered briefs to cover himself. Next he was sprayed with a high power hose, drenching him in frigid water. The final part was that the floors and walls were all covered in freezing water and and the metal door was shut and locked.

Ok so not that bad, just a bit of water, 1 naively thought. Those thoughts flew out the window the second the vent whirred to life, absolutely freezing air blowing into the room, almost immediately causing the water around it to crystallize into ice.

Oh god, they’re going to freeze him half to death.

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Mere hours later he was pulled from the room, ice cracking from the movement. His feet had frozen to the floor, meaning the act of picking him up to move had opened wounds. He was hobbling along, trying hard to not get dragged down the halls.

He once again was dragged past an area he was familiar with, and straight towards Makarovs office and connected corrections room.

As he’s thrown into the chair Makarov barks something in Russian at the orderlies and then they leave.

“доброе утро, дворняга.” 1 keeps his head down.

“acknowledge me when I speak дворняга.”

“Good morning sir.” 1 spoke with his eyes directed at his bare and bloodied feet.

“Do you know why I’ve called you in today?” Makarov asked, condescendingly, like a headmaster talking to a troublemaker.

“Is it my performance in Belgium”

“Very smart one, very smart. You recognize the team that wants you dead, нет?”

“Yessir, what about them sir.” 1 asked, hopefully the one he stabbed was dead.

“Word has it that призрак is still alive, can’t even land one killing blow. Useless дворняга.” With that Makarov yanked him up by his hair and dragged him into the private corrections chamber.

“You cannot deliver killing blows, why not make you feel nonlethal blows, hm? Make gods angels bored of trying to come get you, only to be returned back to life? Teach a useless mutt like you.” 1 was thrown down into a chair he knew better than to try to stand up from.

It was a blur really from there on. After a few slices from a razor on his chest and face, he disassociated, disappearing into his brain, taking the beating. Knives were thrown at him, pins were stuck into his joints, yet he stopped flinching.

Everything after that hardly gained a reaction. He went on mission after mission, nearly unresponsive to pain. He felt it sure, but he didn’t show it.

An enemy bomb had nearly taken his fingers off, but he only hissed in pain, but got right back to work left handed. He got rewarded for that. He also was forced to wear his leather mask wherever he went, only having it removed for meals.

Any man that 1 was before had completely disappeared. He had almost lost his life so many times, so many ways.

After his death and or disappearance in mid November, he had racked a kill count of 167, became the Apollo regiment sniper, and had nearly died at least 5 times, but that rain of terror came to a screeching halt on December 31st 2023, only 4 months after it started.

juggalomary on Ao3!

[saraminia]

Kiss me one time

I've been dying to know

If this is real life

Then I'm down with growing old

I'm still thinking bout you

Too-Da-Loo

It's just nice to meet you anyway

Didn't mean to scare you yesterday

Thought you wanted all that I could bring

I need to wait

Good at rushing

Love on my mind

Days at a...

I hope I find

Why you running

Why you run away

[periciti]

MY OCS! 🎀

Introducing the characters from one of my first ever stories! It’s always been called “Magica High” and is a little over 6 years old now. If the title didn’t give it away it’s a story about fantastical high schoolers. It is the only story I’ve ever made that is actually finished (only took me three months too, way to go little me!) The main plot of the story has changed as I’ve grown, but for now it just stands as a sort of coming-of-age story between the 6 of them. I’ll tell you a little bit about them now:

(Going from left to right on the first photo)

Top:

Naomi- a half-dragon girl who is very serious about her studies. She doesn’t show emotions too often, and has a fear of dentists and doctors. ISTJ

Marcus- A kind, resourceful wizard that is choosing not to take on the role of a wizard. Enjoys drawing, skateboarding and gardening. His friends find him really easy to tease. INFP

Madi- A flower person, who is impulsive and soft-spoken (unless talking about her interests). She loves skincare and has a (insert Magica High YouTube doppelgänger) account dedicated to it that she posts to frequently. INFJ

Middle:

Xander- A blunt yet observant guy who controls shadows. Constantly says snarky remarks under his breath and is unconsciously someone who pushes other people’s buttons once he’s gotten close to them. ISTP

Apollo- An animal transformer that can only morph into mammal animals. He is disorderly and very sociable. His diet avoids all animals he can transform in to, so he usually only eats vegetarian items. ESFP

Bottom:

Luynika (pronounced like ‘Loo-nick-uh’)- A witch who is temperamental, but very charismatic and cares a lot about her friends. She loves going shopping to destress, so thank goodness her parents are rich. ESTP

If y’all have any questions or anything else you’d like to know about them, feel free to ask!