#cause the ichor

[agent-jaselin]

He’d barely been home an hour when he got a call from the Curascantii authorities. Luke idly wondered what could be so dire to the police that they’d not only need a Jedi, but the Grand Jedi Master. 

“Hello?”

“I’m sorry to interrupt your day Grand Master Skywalker, but there is an urgent matter that needs you and your wife’s attention.”

Both of them? That was strange. The officer looked nervous as well. He didn’t even need the Force to see their distress.

“could you explain?”

“A teenager crashed into a minor government building in a modified X-wing two days ago, covered in someone else’s blood and injured.” They explained. “While normally this would remain as internal affairs, several bizzare elements require a jedi’s expertise. We felt it was best to call you first.” 

“And why is that? What details would lead you to call me and not Jacen, or another Jedi?” 

He crossed his arms. He hadn’t called Mara in yet, he wanted to know the full situation before he bothered her. Though the force pulled at him as he listened. He knew this wasn’t a waste of his time at least. 

“Well firstly, the X-wings model, year and serial number match yours. And yet you’ve not announced a theft, and it can be easily seen parked outside your domicile in cam footage.” They began. “And the blood the girl is covered in is a perfect match to Han solo, and yet when checking his status he seems perfectly unharmed. He seemed to think our call to check on him was a prank.”

Luke nodded for them to continue. Could it be an issue with clones? And yet that wouldn’t explain the x-wing. Or why they met a girl covered in a dead clones blood instead of the clone. Meanwhile, the officer continued. 

“Besides that, there was an unknown caustic substance on her clothing. We’ve collected it but can find nothing similar,” They said. “And the girl has no records whatsoever, and no sign that any were wiped by splicers. Not even a birth certificate. When we finally chose to run a paternity test, it was a match for yourself and Mara Jade. When questioned about this, the girl refused to give so much as a name. She also refused pain killers or any medical attention for what seem to be extensive wounds.”

“And this paternity test is why you need both myself and my wife.” 

“Yes sir. Especially because she is a minor, we hope your presence will at least convince her to submit to medical treatment, if not to give us more information.” They explained, “she has been in custody for two days sir, and while there doesn’t seem to be an immediate threat, the mystery of her existence is beyond our capability to investigate.” 

“Understood, I’ll be there shortly.”

[aveloka-draws]

Aww Webber! What a precious bean! Bet it shocked the Lamb to see some random kid pop out of a grave, at least without a proper ritual!

A little! But he was welcomed by them pretty quickly. Lamb was left wondering if Narinder caused him to resurrect somehow.

The undertaker is usually the one to take care of Webber, since Lamb is often busy and Narinder is too creeped out to do it. She doesnt seem to mind since she gets someone to ramble to while working.

Thinking Nolen was probably the one who buried the skull while doing rounds around the camp's graveyard, not knowing it would make him appear. So to everyone its a mistery how the lil spider arrived to the cult pff.

[dameronalone]

thinking about how percy jackson is seen as intimidating because of his godly powers from his father but the thing that makes him the most dangerous is his humanity from his mother

[nolassolace]

The ladies💕

[aroaceleovaldez]

once again thinking about the worldbuilding in the riordanverse of "names are power" / "belief is power."

The Tri were only able to become immortal through convincing enough people to worship them that it became true. Monsters and immortals only exist through continued belief, and if enough people believe that they're dead or gone then it becomes true, like Pan. Their varied forms exist and manifest as they're believed in and called upon. Names call attention and epithets summon aspects. They're acknowledgement. Belief. Putting a name to a concept creates it as an individual.

And that's so fascinating when you start applying it to demigods. How much of their abilities are based on belief in themselves, in expectations of each other, in their parents' expectations of them? We've seen mortal figures who became immortal in some form or another because they were remembered. Even the lares - ancestral house gods, who persist because they're remembered. They have a legacy.

At what point does a demigod achieve that status? Rumors and whispers about them so persistent that they slowly become true. "I heard that Jason Grace is the son of two gods, does that make him a god?" "I heard Percy Jackson defeated a titan single-handedly. That he can create hurricanes without breaking a sweat. That he can control blood." After awhile, after enough rumors, does it become impossible to tell where they end and the legends begin? Isn't that what being a demigod is; half-legend?

[ying-doodles]

pierced by your blade

thinking about chapter 603 and can you imagine how javier feels watching lloyd get stabbed in the chest for him again? and by his own sword for that matter??

[sloprealm]

Girl who is the void

[automatonwithautonomy]

heyyy. wrote a malevolent one shot in like an hour. going to go pass out now bye.

[ghoul--doodle]

is there a story behind the Phoenix family sword? has it always been in the family or did something happen for em to get it? :D

It hasn’t always been in the family but it has been there for a long time- it started as more of a ceremonial thing! Something for the next head of the family to inherit when the old one passed

But as it passed through the generations it started to change shape and form and the family started to notice the blade having its own properties and abilities- and they especially started to notice it responded to other members of the family better than others or that it wouldn’t respond to some people at all

It sort of gains power through the generations, which is why at some point it became mandatory to pass the blade on before the current head of the family dies, when their kids are of age (if that makes sense)

They wanted to pass it on faster, so it could gain power faster basically

No one knows particularly why the blade started doing what it does, but it’s never negatively affected anyone who’s held it in any case

[edsbacktattoo]

i do not Use Twitter (for sanity reasons) but i’ve been informed by a few people that Ink and Ichor went a lil crazy over there so i had a snoop and…,,,… oh my god. i’m completely overwhelmed. i’m so incredibly grateful for the reception of this fic and i’m so happy i got the chance to share it. if you’re seeing this, i love you. thank you

[maybeamiles]

Hey guess what i'm doing

[nazorneku]

✉️ a friendly letter ( for estinien n alphy? uwu )

[arolesbianism]

I've just been playing the new cotl update for most of the day and I'm so so close to being done with the main new story bits I think but it's also past midnight but also I'm so excited idk if I'll be able to sleep but also god damn do I need to sleep

[enavant]

a nickname besides beast - for obvious reason now - and friend ? zenos' gaze settles curiously upon isu, trusting the first thing that comes to him. ' mine. ' ( i hate him actually )

❥ @ichoric : give my muse a nickname / pet name ━━ accepting !!

      LUMINOUS GAZE MEETS HIS FACE — how his intense eyes upon her had always been exhilarating, now becoming her undoing as she's fallen into the habit of noticing him so clearly in such little ways; a feeling she's grown to adore so thoroughly, his eyes on her alone. the dancer smiles at him, approaching && reaching to brush her fingers so gently over his cheek, cupping his face in her palm as thumb continues to caress his skin.

      ❝ yours, hmmm~ ? ah, i do so love the sound of that. how proudly i shall wear it; yours && yours alone, my love. utter it for me, over && over in that gorgeous voice of yours, i shall never tire of it. ❞

[tenuuchlegch]

alisaie’s made oda a cake - it isn’t pretty, but it is well made. ‘ happy nameday ! ‘

         The Scions were a peculiar bunch, from Oda's perception. He could not deny their resourcefulness, nor was raen man blind to all the good they had brought. They did well, in their efforts to finally end a thousand years of bloodshed betwixt man and dragon, which in itself had been a useless crusade; just like au ra had suspected. The view on his kind was even beginning to shift throughout icy Holy See. Where once he would have received countless, dirty looks for merely going through marketplace, now was replaced by more timid expressions. He at least was grateful towards sect for that much.

           Yet in some instances group rubbed Oda the wrong way. Specifically, how they used his sister to carry out the brunt of their missions. What made matters worse was that she didn’t raise any objections to it. No Odtsetseg simply did what she was told, not necessarily mindless but akin towards a naive solider unaware that circumstances could be better. The worst of these had to be that Alphinaud teenager for a time; who bossed her around like she was some weapon. Honestly, his attitude was due for a rude awakening. Luckily, he seemed to have mellowed out, during his stay in Ishgard. Perhaps realizing that he would upset some people should xaela be harmed by one of his tasks made him second-guess himself. Either that or losing the Scions actually had a lasting effect on him. 

         His sister Alisaie seemed to be more tolerable, in terms of lacking a I-know-more-than-you personality. That being said, she definitely was not without her faults. Dark knight could certainly see why she and his own twin got along, as they were practically on the same wavelength with Lyse. Honestly, traveling with the three women often goaded Oda’s mind to ponder if they had some incomprehensible telepathy going on. Numerous times did he find himself to be out of the loop with these ladies and he was unsure whether it should be perceived as a curse or blessing. 

         Raen man was sharpening his blade, when the more reckless, elezen twin approached. They were making plans to enter sacrosanct, Azim Steppes- the place where he and Odtsetseg were born. Memories child of Dawn Father had on his homeland were limited or blurred. Oda recalled rolling plains and his father’s very long, blue hair which he buried his face into, whenever carried, however late patriarch’s visage had long since faded. Yui often claimed that he looked just like Temujin, but dark knight knew he lacked certain features, such as previously mentioned hair length and maybe black sclera. Plus his horns and tongue were of different hues. 

         When presented with the cake Oda raised a brow. It was... supposed to be food, right? By the Fury, it looked like something black abyss itself had chewed up and spat back out! Why was HE receiving this anyways? His was not the only nameday, today. Did his twin not share her own date of naming with beloved coworkers? Why was it that his sister felt so disinclined to indulge such factors about herself? Did they ever celebrate such times, in Hotgo? Gods help him, this was so infuriating to deal with. After a moment of staring far too long at gift, raen man cleared his throat. 

         “Ah, well this-” Looks like shite, is what he WANTED to say but raen stopped himself, deducing now was not the time for such brutal honesty. Aside from that, far be it from him to mess with an adolescent girl’s efforts. Looking up at elezen, he then continued. “Err, thank you for this but... you do realize Odette  and I are twins, right? I know we look nothing alike, but we are.”

[ying-doodles]

forced blindness

a little what if demon king acheros actually did eat lloyd's eyes? :)

(this is a very unhinged drawing lmao)