couldn't get it past your lips, could you? (aka the moment in the scene I knew pok was lying)
[ID: First image: a black and white digital drawing of pok gukgak sitting tied to a chair and bleeding from several wounds. we see him from the back. in front of him are two goblinoid but large demons saying, is there nothing you miss? do you regret dying? do you regret not seeing the life of your son? Second image: a sepia picture of a tiny riz sitting on pok's lap as seen from pok's perspective. pok is gently caressing riz's soft cheek with the back of his index finger. with his other hand, this one with a wedding ring on it, he's holding a big picture book that depicts a dog sherlock holmes. riz is grinning and excitedly pointing at the drawing with one hand while his other holds his dad's wrist to get his attention. outside the memory, pok is saying, i don't- i don't miss- and the words cut off. Third image: the drawing is again black and white. pok is back in the reality of being tied to a chair. he's staring forward with a blank expression, face battered, and saying, i don't know what to tell you. there are tears in the corners of his eyes. End ID]
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the show's absolutely not avoiding percy's struggle with his identity. but my favorite representation of that, one of my favorite things about the books period, is people calling percy perseus.
perseus is The Hero, both past and present. the people who call him that are chiron, gods, monsters, etc. people whose primary/only interest in him is as this forbidden child who is going to save or doom olympus.
percy is the kid, the actual person who is being manipulated and traumatized at every turn. who literally carried the weight of the world on his shoulders and went through hell.
perseus is poseidon's son, percy is sally's. that seemingly small thing adds so much to any given scene, and i miss it.
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Prompt: Under (@into-the-jeggyverse) | Pairing: Jegulus | Word Count: 536
“Prongsie, I’m telling you, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.” Sirius declared, his eyes watching the toaster as he waited for his breakfast to pop up. Sirius didn’t like toast that much, but he was oddly fascinated by the muggle appliance Remus swore by.
Regulus peered over at James from the top of his teacup, sending him a quizzical glare. James seemed to have read his mind, shrugging and swallowing the food in his mouth before asking the question they both wanted an answer to. “What are you talking about, Pads?”
“Gid. You’ve been a mess over him since the breakup.” Sirius looked over at his brothers, who were occupying the breakfast nook, just in time to see Regulus roll his eyes at the mention of James’ ex before sipping his tea.
James leaned back in his chair, a mischievous look taking over his features. “I have? I think I’ve been doing just fine. Better than fine, really.”
Despite his brother questioning his very secret and newly claimed boyfriend, Regulus found amusement in this situation. “Didn’t you break up four months ago?” he feigned ignorance.
“They did, and James has been in ruins since. He’s been withdrawing, canceling plans, I showed up to his flat the other night and he wouldn’t let me in because he was crying and said I couldn’t see him like this. Me! His best friend! Couldn’t see him crying! I’ve seen his cock for fucks sake. I know about the mole underneath his bal—”
“I told you my plant died and I was conducting a funeral!” James cut Sirius off before he could go into more details about his mole placements. Those were for Regulus to find on his own, thank you very much. Regulus was doing his best to stifle his laughter, only to let a few chuckles slip when James nudged his shin underneath the table with his sock clad feet.
“You didn’t let me pay my respects.”
“It was a private ceremony.”
“I’m your best friend!” His tone went up two octaves before lowering. “How do you have a funeral for a plant, anyway? Isn’t it already buried?” Sirius soon found himself looking away from the table as the toaster popped, signaling his food was finished. He grabbed the toast with his hands, hissing when he burnt the tips of his fingers.
Regulus set his cup of earl grey on the table. “You’re getting off topic. Potter, it’s alright to be sad over a failed relationship. But I think Sirius might be on to something; the best way to get over someone is to get underneath someone else.”
James tilted his head curiously, a small smile forming on his lips. “Oh yeah? Gonna help me test that theory, Reg?” he challenged, now leaning forward in his chair.
“I just might.” Regulus murmured, glancing over at his brother to see his back turned to them. He looked back at James, the both of them leaning in until their lips met in a chaste kiss. At the same time, Sirius turned away from the counter to face them, the piece of toast in his hand dropping to the floor as he shrieked.
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