#not tumblr pulling a full on hera on me

[significant-ace-nnoyance]

fully convinced the byler tag kidnapped me and wiped my memory because i’m genuinely not sure how i got here. like one day i was like ‘i’m lonely and gay maybe tumblr will fix all my problems’ and then the next day im neck deep in gay analysis and delirium???

[the-firebird69]

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The car does not go that fast but it does stunts and it's electric and it shows electric cars are extremely moveable and powerful and Torquay and he over does it of course but he wants to show that can do cool stunts they got on this attitude was way off and people got turned off almost right away and he said I can't help it it's such a cool car and they said we want to see his because yours is pretty cool but his are probably lighter and faster and look weird because they're so quick and he was pissed off and he said what's wrong we don't have the stuff and they said yeah we do we just don't show it to people we don't act like an ass when it's not even on par with what we can do it started yelling and screaming and it was embarrassing but this doesn't open the way and pave the way for other people to do it who have better equipment and for them to sell stuff while this guy sells nothing and shows people crappy cars and things that are substandard because he's an ass he is an ass and the guys going down that is terrible but he says this is what he was in westborough this is what he's always been he's been this loser nobody who's screws things up and bothers people and pisses people off and I don't like him he says I'm not used to him but that's what he is. So go to town on him tonight and we're going to take care of business and he's in episode one we think and it hasn't started yet okay but it's a preamble and it is coming up and they're getting hammered on all over the world and it's getting worse there's some things and reasons why the Earth is in jeopardy nobody seems to recover and the giant is out of control and yeah they're trying to get your grandma out and they're trying to get Lori out because she dated him in westborough she was the girl from it's like Paxton it's out there she was the newspaper lady she knows about all sorts of incidents involving him and she also was with him up in Maine and he was a giant up there often and she knew it and was terrified that's why they wanted her out and really it creates some problems no it creates a lot of problems they don't have the information and they pull them out and people fight over it

Hera

Oh boy. But yeah this guy is a jerk and a dick and it's an older car and it's not that fast it's weird sounding it has a lot of torque and it does stunts and he did say it's kind of a stunt car but then he was a big jerk and a dick and he said what are you asking me and people say what are you doing that for he says I thought it was a cool stunt to try and go forwards while going backwards and it's something he was doing as an analogy in the gambling town and they said wow you are an a****** and all this stuff came out of him but boy we're mad about that. But still he says on the bright side we can possibly go down there and try and set up to show off our stunts we have several vehicles that do that they're faster they're leaner they do all sorts of weird things that you never thought would possible it's like the illegal cars he's driving they can do wheelies spin around on themselves they're all wheel drive so you go around that corner and it can go at speed around half the speed so come down the road in 130 mph and you go around the corner at 70 and it looks really cool so we want to do that and we want to match with with this witless one and challenge him and to show Vegas we have what it takes

.. so our son is actually young says we have the motts it's actually in my fridge... But they say is we don't care about the apple juice we want to see the car and we want to see if they can do and okay that sounds good and he wants to have a tumbler off it's not the full-blown Tumblr we have one that can go upside down and write itself like the toy and they have vehicles like that so we might get this going to try it

Thor Freya

Olympus a son and daughter say they want to have small car races and get some kids out there with the Baja buggies and they're not really kids if it's the car version cuz they look cooler than the trucks and little kids like cars it's probably half the size of a regular Baja buggy and it looks intense and a lot of fun and you can close the road off in Vegas you know for like half an hour at night and half a parade and with children and have them drive them down the road and have some on trailers and have some of them up on the trailers smiling with a refreshments and some things to eat and stuff and their names and stuff in the race results will be up it's something to do and Vegas likes that kind of thing maybe earlier parade like 8:00 a.m. 8:00 p.m. have a lot of fun tonight and they light it up with lights it's a good time

Hera

We're in the top part but okay

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Hermes

Proteas- Making love headcanon

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-This man was already full of love and warmth, I can only imagine that he makes the best of love as well. When you first met, you didn’t expect him to be so tall, guy stands a good 7’0 feet. You wondered were all Gods on Olympus like this?

-Hermes’ aura exuded this energy that allowed you to feel safe around him. His gentle nature pulled you to him like a moth to light and you were more than happy to be hooked on his lure.

-He would ask you first if he could satisfy you, remember kids consent is very important! He would ensure that you would be comfortable to what was going to happen and he would ask you if you were sure this is what you wanted to do.

-You were probably the only one to have the honor to see his hair unbraided. His long brown hair made him look older, more mature. You really liked it.

-His hands would start rubbing your shoulders first then they would run down your clothed figure, making sure to caress every detail of you.

-He unraveled your robes knots and watched as the toga pooled around your hips. His hands reached out to knead your chest and you arched into his touch.

-Hermes’ lips found your collarbone and he gently bit your pulse making you moan, they trailed down your chest as he took care of your chest.

-Hermes raised your left hand and kissed the palm and placed it on his cheek to rub on. His teal eyes glowed as he looked at you. His silent question of asking permission to continue.

-You nod and Hermes pulls away to remove his reflective hooded cape, toga and winged boots. Your eyes roamed his impressive body, you were almost scared to touch his magnificent physique.

-Helping you remove your toga fully, Hermes’ lips return to your collarbone and helps you lie down on his bed.

-His hand reached between your legs and play with the bundle of nerves there. He quietly asks if he could place a finger inside of you and your eager nod makes him chuckle.

-A finger was inside you suddenly and you squeal in surprise and grab his moving hand. His thrusting finger curled and rubbed sensually inside of you and Hermes brought his lips to bite your earlobe.

-His pace picked up speed and you were feeling a knot build up in your lower stomach. Hermes felt your walls begin to squeeze around his appendage and suddenly removed it from inside you.

-Hermes found himself between your legs and his length touched the upper part of your stomach. You shuddered in nervous excitement and Hermes placed his hand on your cheek to ask you once more if he had the go ahead.

-Again you nod and Hermes guides his manhood inside of you. You tensed from the slight pain but, felt your body relax as he whispered encouraging words into your ear.

-“You’re doing so well, my love. Just a little more.” He would say and your fingers gripped his shoulder blades. Hermes stopped moving to let you adjust to his length.

-After a minute or so, the pain began to subside and you looked up at him placing a hand on his cheek. You nod for him to go and Hermes begins his slow thrusts.

-He was gentle with his thrusts, although they were thorough and fulfilling, he didn’t go too fast or too slow. It was just enough for you to feel every inch of him.

-The pace was perfect for you, the slow build up was just enough for you to finish first and Hermes was right behind you, remembering to pull out and release on the sheets below.

-In a different life, he would happily given you children, but he was already in a position where if another God of Olympus was suspected of fraternizing with a human, who knows what would become of you.

-Your secret affair was both careful and precise, only making time for one another when Hera and her lackeys were nowhere in Olympus to cause havoc.

-It was a risky affair, but it only took one look at his teal eyes and gentle spirit to get you involved with the messenger God and perhaps one day your love would be allowed without any consequence.

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Here you go! Firstly @zen-gordon i am so sorry that I couldn’t answer the request properly, tumblr is still being a bitch to me but I did include your request here instead and I hope you enjoy and be sure to ask for more requests! Thank you for your flower order!

[shadowsong26fic]

Coming Attractions!

Yes, I know it’s Friday, not Monday. <.< ANYWAY.

Before we get started, plugging my Discord server (which is p. quiet lately but it’s there if you want to talk somewhere other than here!); and also we’ll do another Open Question Night because Why Not!

As I said last month, while my askbox is always open, tonight I’ll be actively around to answer questions--about writing in general, anything I’ve posted about here on tumblr; anything on my AO3...let me know what’s on your mind!

Star Wars:

SWBB:

Take a Bond of Fate is officially up! (Previously referred to as just SWBB 2021 or the Dragonshifters AU because I literally titled it less than twelve hours before posting <.<) Well, the first 20k are up, anyway. I will be updating throughout the month and the fic will be complete by the end of the month, per the event rules. (I originally planned to do updates on Tuesdays and Fridays; tonight’s update will be delayed and who knows how well I’ll actually stick to it after tonight but it Will be posted in full by the end of May, I can say that much for sure XD)

As always, I think there are a few things I could’ve handled better/that feel a little rushed, but I think it turned out pretty good! There are some upcoming scenes I’m particularly fond of, but we’ll see if everyone else agrees. The core of this actually ended up being Bo and Padme? Which I was not expecting--I was expecting it to lean hard on the Bo and Anakin parallels, but here we are.

Anyway, there’s some fun bits to come!

Precipice:

No solid update ATM. Uh. Various Life things got bonkers over the past month or two, so TaBoF took pretty much all of my fic brain. However, since that project is essentially finished other than finalizing/polishing each update chunk as I post, I should be able to turn my attention here this month. Which means, fingers crossed, we’ll have a start date sometime in June for Protectors. I’ll post the first Preludes segment at the same time; it will involve Kallus, Lavinia, and Mara Jade, set just before Kallus is reassigned to Lothal.

(Others that I have planned will involve: 1) some combination of Kanan, Ezra, Hondo, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, and Anakin; 2) Hera and whoever her contact is in this AU, as Ahsoka is otherwise occupied; 3) Whatever Maul is up to in this timeline; 4) Something to do with Palpatine’s fifth apprentice; and two more I haven’t decided on. I am taking suggestions! The purpose of Preludes is to patch some holes now that I’ve decided to write Rebels into the canon, which was not part of my original plan as I hadn’t yet seen it when I started planning/posting this AU. So these are more plot-relevant than the things that turn up in Bonus Content, which is why they’re in a separate fic, but not really enough to make a full arc between Milestones and Escalation, so, there it is.)

our faces like a mirror:

I’m now leaning towards sitting on this and using it for next year’s Big Bang? Because then maybe I’ll finally finish it, lol...anyway, I’m also going to see how people respond to stuff in TaBoF, because that will either Boost my enthusiasm for the project or, uh, the opposite, depending on how people respond to how I write Bo-Katan. So that may change, and I may finally get it out this year instead of next. We’ll see how that goes XD

Other SW Projects:

One of the SW discords I’m on has revived a prompt game we did last summer. I pulled my first prompt but haven’t actually, uh, done anything with it yet. <.< I’ll do that at some point.

As for various outlines or extant AUs I haven’t updated in forever...well, like I said, what little fic brain hasn’t been on BB the past month or two has been drifting back towards Precipice or occasionally co-opted by OFLAM so...yeah, nothing serious to report on that front, lol.

AtLA Projects:

I’m semi-planning/hoping to start posting At Least one of the two longfics I’ve been poking at sometime this summer. I’ve mentioned them here before, but one is long and tragic and focuses on Lu Ten; the other is an Avatar Zuko AU. Not sure which will draw my focus and get up first, but I do plan to write both of them! And possibly more. Because this fandom just Does That to me, lol.

Also, as I’ve mentioned in various times and places--I am pathologically incapable of not creating a bunch of OCs when I seriously fall into a fandom, and my AtLA work, in particular, will probably reflect that. I don’t super plan to write anything really centered on any OCs (I mean, apart from characters who Exist but have very little Canon Characterization (i.e., Lu Ten himself for that one fic, lol); and Lu Ten’s love interest because that’s an important part of the story), but they will be There and Prominent Characters. This is mostly mentioned because I know OCs aren’t for everyone, so that might put you off of my AtLA fic and I figured it was fair to give you a head’s up.

(...although actually I think none of my old fic that I crossposted to AO3 had significant OC involvement except for Glory...but then again that’s all oneshots and a little different.)

Other Fandoms:

BSG/SG-1 (BSG1?) crossover AU is still coming; I keep getting sidetracked from actually finishing it <.< I haven’t even finished the New Caprica and Haven section, I still have to get to the algae planet and then the Resurrection ship and...maybe I’ll end up posting this in chunks...

Uh, nothing else super planned, but as I mentioned last month, this outline might draw me back into BSG fandom a little more actively because it’s another forever fandom of mine.

Original Fiction:

I’m actually really proud of the Regency AU I wrote for a challenge last month, based on my Apocalypse In SPACE ‘verse Lux.

I need to update the Lux and Farglass Cycle archives still, and will hopefully be posting at least one other thing to RF this month, but we’ll see how that goes. I also might or might not be diving into Arthuriana in all its weirdness and glory this summer to prep for actually writing that Lady Mordred idea I had. And there are always other projects on the back burner, but that’s where things stand here.

...I think that pretty much covers it! Not all that much of an update, but as I said, Life got all...Lifey at me, plus BB had a hard deadline, so that’s where the most detail is.

But what about you guys? What are you working on/what do you have in the pipeline? Like I said, it’s an Open Question Night, and I’d love to hear what’s on your mind!

[katsuhera]

hera since you're pulling an all nighter u better get a vase full of water to keep u up n hitting the bathroom <3

honestly idk what i would do without the tumblr community always reminding me to take time for myself n drink water HAHAHA thank you for this message 🥺🥺 i’m just giggling because @asterroidd quite literally THREATENED me with 100000000+ years of bad luck if i do not drink water LMAOOO

[arigatouiris]

daughter of artemis // p.p — [13]

c h a p t e r  t h i r t e e n

Pairing: Peter Parker x Demigod! Reader [Female pronouns]

Warnings: swearing; angst [a lot of it]; greek mythology rewritten [completely my interpretation of it, oops]; slightly based off the games god of war and assassin’s creed odyssey; hurt/comfort; cliche; fluff [on later chapters sometimes]; mentions of sex and gore; slight alternate universe

Follows events after Endgame, but Tony, Natasha, Steve, Loki are alive in this universe.

Word count: 5055

Author’s Note: So, I really appreciate the love I’m getting from readers who love reading this story. It means a lot to me, it really does. But, being demanded to update ‘as soon as possible’ makes me very sad. I mean, I update literally every single day on weekdays. This has been my pattern since my first story on tumblr, and if this isn’t fast enough, then I’m truly very sorry. Such demands are just plain offensive, really. If you want to tell me the story is good, please let me know, but when you demand me to update? That hurts. I am very hurt right now, even though I have updated on time. I am not running on any schedule, and I just do this as a hobby. 

13 // οικογένεια family

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Her eyes met Peter’s. Peter was already looking at her, and when her eyes met his he didn’t know if he had to look away. He couldn’t, almost; she was just that breathtaking.

    “C-Can you play that song?” Her voice was strangely raspy, it wasn’t a moment ago.

Peter blinked. “What song?”

    “The song you told me the other day. The one that I was humming.”

Recognition hit his features a second after she mentioned the song. Peter nodded and fiddled with his suit before pulling out his phone from a secret pocket. He knew he had to be using another phone as Spiderman, but that didn’t matter right then. Clicking on YouTube, Peter typed the song’s name and pressed play. As the tune began, (y/n) eagerly waited; she wondered if this was the song, if Peter was right in his guess. She could still remember the tune her mother would sing, the songs she would hum as she waltzed through dreamily at the back of the temple.

She would pet animals and hum this tune, (y/n) not knowing what the song was. She was certain that it was a song that the mortals sang; a song famous here and not amongst the gods.

And when Cyndi Lauper’s voice started after the intro, (y/n)’s eyes widened slowly. Her eyes met Peter’s a second after, as tears filled her eyes. This is it, she thought as a hand slowly flung to her mouth, shakily. Peter had no clue what was going on, but this was her moment. The song played between them, Peter sitting by her on the bed she was lying down on.

    “If you’re lost, you can look, you will find me…” (y/n) sang along, almost quietly, knowing the lines of the chorus.

She looked at Peter as the song continued, who was adorning a soft smile on his face as he watched her. His eyes were so intense, she wanted to look away; or not look away, (y/n) couldn’t decide. Why did he have such an unnerving effect on her? His overwhelming good looks, maybe? The way his eyes blazed at her? She couldn’t tell. Perhaps, it was also because it was always Peter’s face she had clung to for comfort; Peter had uncharacteristically been helping her even before he knew her.

    “Is… Is this song special?” Peter asked, lowly, staring at her.

(y/n) nodded, “My mother always kept humming a song I didn’t know. I caught the tune of it, for years actually. Never knew the song.”

    “This was the song?” (y/n) chuckled at Peter’s excitement.

    “Yep. This was the…” (y/n) looked up at Peter staring at her and couldn’t look away from his eyes. “Peter, your eyes…”

Their faces were merely inches away from one another now. Peter could feel her breath tickle the edge of his nose, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. His gaze lingered on her lips and then her eyes, dancing between them to a song that was playing in the background.

    “How have I never noticed them?” He couldn’t tell if she said this without thinking or to herself.

    “What about them?” He asked, not realizing his voice was a whisper.

He wanted to kiss her. He could feel every ache in his bones for this one thing; he wanted to hold her and kiss her repeatedly, hold her and kiss her and tell her to stay. He wanted her by his side, he wanted to tell her everything was going to be alright, and that she was here with him as he held her and kissed her. Peter wanted nothing more.

    "The color," she breathed. "When you stand in the light. They're amazing... like melted chocolate. I could paint those..." She reached toward Peter, but then pulled back. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful.”

Suddenly, the sound of a throat clearing and a foot slamming on the ground had Peter Parker pull back from how close he was to (y/n). Tony Stark stood by the door to her room, watching them like he had seen the most bizarre thing in the world, his one arm in a bandage. Tony gestured to them both and squinted.

    “Is… Is this some weird declaration of love that teenagers do these days?”

With Cyndi Lauper’s song still playing in the background, it made everything all the more embarrassing for Peter. Turning his phone off, he could feel his face bleeding red, and (y/n) wished desperately to her uncle to make her disappear. Brushing whatever had happened aside, Tony approached them both and sat down on the chair to their side, facing the two. Tony fiddled with his hands, still unsure on how to talk to his daughter, who was almost caught kissing a boy he knew rather well and cared for deeply.

He looked at them and blinked, “How long has this been going on?”

    “Mr. Stark, i-it’s not—”

    “We’re friends.”

Peter froze before frowning and turning back to (y/n), who sat there with wide eyes and a red face. She looked at his hurt expression and her jaw dropped.

    “I—I mean, we’re—”

    “Alright, you guys can talk about it later. Pete here told me that your grandfather might be coming after me.”

(y/n) nodded, feeling the blush come down. She licked her lips together before building a proper narrative in her head.

    “He’s always been after the people associated with me. He’s not really happy about the prophecy, and now that things are… Well, now that I’ve killed two of his henchmen, he’s pissed. He’s been pushed to a corner. So, he threatened me the only way he could.”

    “It’s been four days. He… It’s only been raining.” Peter said, confused slightly as to why nothing had happened.

    “That’s what’s confusing me too. He… He normally makes his move quite fast.”

    “Isn’t it easy for a god to kill a man; especially a man with one arm?” Tony offered.

(y/n) frowned before shaking her head, “No. Gods aren’t allowed to kill people anymore. Because Zeus had affairs with human women, like… a lot of human women, Hera went around killing women in Greece who had slept with her husband. She did it in a blind rage. My mother then made all Gods vow to never harm a human again.”

    “Then what’s to worry?”

    “His henchmen. They do all of Zeus’ dirty work. He controls them because he made them using his blood and stone. I’ve taken down two but the strongest one…”

    “Is the one that your uncle took away the other day.” Tony finished.

(y/n) nodded, placing her hands on her lap. Biting her lip, she contemplated telling the two of them what she had in her mind. In the end, she went for it.

    “I…”

Tony looked up and blinked. Peter turned to her and faced her.

    “My mother’s always protected me. She taught me how to hunt, how to use the bow… Even though as my uncle, Apollo never really got too close to me, she’d make sure that no one treated me without respect. She couldn’t obviously demand that they love me, but she loved me enough. Every time I asked her about you,” She looked at Tony, “She told me she didn’t tell me who you were because she wanted to protect you. And I believed her, even without understanding what she meant. What she needed to protect you from. I lived all my life being half of something. Half god, half a human,”

Peter could feel her heart rate increase as she spoke.

    “After losing her, and getting to know of that prophecy, I finally had the chance to become a full something, you know? I wanted to find you and… and come to you and maybe you’d accept me and I’d get to live with my dad?” (y/n) used her left hand and wiped the tear that was about to fall from her eye.

Tony’s gaze hardened. He wanted to look away, but that would make it slightly easier. He wanted to see; he wanted to see how much he had missed. He wanted to know.

    “But after learning that my mother did this for a reason… I… I can finish this prophecy and become a full god. Doubt filled my mind when I started to think that maybe it was a good thing that I didn’t know who you were. Maybe this was why my mother kept you away from me, to protect you from me. It was not any other threat but me. My mother was protecting you from associating with me.” (y/n) choked down her sobs, but the tears, they fell.

Peter felt his heart break at the sight of her crying. He turned to Peter with a pained expression, wondering what can be done. He knew she blamed herself, just as he had before; he could see so much of himself in her anguish, so much pain that he could somehow weirdly relate to. His heart went out for her but the distance was so great.

    “Just..” Tony was not a man of few words. But that situation called for silence or a lack of words. Without even being given a chance, Tony felt like he had failed her. “Just remember what I told you and why I’m here in the first place.”

(y/n) met her father’s eyes. Tony looked at her and nodded once, strongly.

    “It wasn’t you she was protecting me from. This I’m sure of.” Tony walked out of the room, quietly.

Peter’s hand instinctively went up to her face and wiped her tears away before she could. She gave him a nice smile, which he returned, but he felt uneasy. As if something terrible was going to happen and neither of them were talking about it.

    “You’re not in school? What, it’s like 2 p.m., and you’re pulling a Spiderman?”

Peter chuckled dryly, “You shouldn’t be worrying about that.”

    “You shouldn’t be missing school.” She said, feeling him bring his hands down, off her face.

    “You shouldn’t be leaving.” His voice was sharp.

(y/n) didn’t say anything. She looked at him with a morose expression, afraid to explain to him, afraid to say anything that could make his longing worse. She could see his Adam’s apple raise and fall, indicating that he was about to talk.

    “I don’t understand what being a demigod means. I don’t understand what it’s like being in your situation, but here’s what I do get,” He looked up at her and blinked, “Being half of something.”

    “Peter—”

    “Hear me out? Please.”

(y/n) and Peter shared a look that spoke more than words could ever communicate. She nodded once before noticing Peter come closer to her on the bed. His hand fell on hers this time, without any hesitance.

    “Ever since I got my powers, things are weird. I turned into this unusually fit guy who could magically climb up walls and is sticky almost all the time. I lost my uncle and he was probably the only person I could come close to calling a father, after Mr. Stark that is, but at the time, I blamed myself. I kept my identity a secret, I pushed people away from me because associating with me meant being in danger. And I couldn’t possibly lose anyone after losing uncle Ben.”

    “I’m so sorry…” Her voice was low.

Peter pressed his forehead to (y/n)’s once before pulling away and staring at her eyes. His right hand rested on her cheek as he spoke, “May knows now and I don’t have to lie to her and it makes me feel so at ease because lying to her killed me. I know for a fact that I will protect her. I can’t keep pushing people away because that’s what keeps them safe. No. It’s my responsibility to keep them safe, no matter what. I took that on when I became Spiderman,”

He kissed her on the nose and continued, “You… You might think that Mr. Stark is living the perfect life right now and doesn’t need you. But, see… Family doesn’t work that way, (y/n).”

(y/n) smiled when she felt his fingers rub against her cheek. He was being affectionate even without trying to be.

    “It’s the strongest and most confusing bond out there, (y/n). You can’t run away from it.”

Pulling back, (y/n) rested her hand on his cheek and stared at him. It was as if her eyes would burn through his skin. Peter suddenly felt very conscious of himself, feeling icky and sweaty in the back of his suit, and he hoped and prayed his face didn’t look like a mess right then because she was always pretty.

    “Five years ago, when I was transported to New York, I saw a vision. Four people. I saw… Tony,” She didn’t know how to address him. “Pepper, Natasha and you.”

    “Me?” Peter asked, in disbelief.

    “Yes, you. You looked at me in a way that made me think I shouldn’t go somewhere, but I could never figure out what your eyes meant. But, God, being looked at like that… It was everything. It showed you cared for me and wanted the best for me, all of that in one look. This was before I even met you. Five years before meeting you. And for those five years, each time I panicked or got anxious or felt lonely, I’d picture your face. I’d picture your face looking at me every single person on earth would want to be looked at. And you saved me. Each time.”

Peter couldn’t believe it. It felt as if suddenly, someone had stolen his ability to breathe.

    “You have been saving me for a long, long time, Peter Parker.” She said, before pressing her lips to his.

It felt like finally. As if the word ‘finally’ had been reinvented into this scene. Her hands were cupping his face and his hands wound themselves around her delicately, knowing she was hurt and addicted to her lips on his, all at the same time. Peter had never gotten so lost in a kiss before. And then, the space between them exploded. His heart kept missing beats and his hands could not bring her close enough to him. He tasted her and realized that he had been starving.

Peter had loved before, but it didn't feel like this. He had kissed before, but it didn't burn him alive. Maybe it lasted a minute, and maybe it was an hour. All Peter knew right then was that kiss, and how soft (y/n)’s skin was when it brushed against his, and that even if he did not know it until now, he had been waiting for this person forever.

Pulling away, Peter knew he was smiling. Their noses were touching and he didn’t want to let her go.

    “I like you so, so much.”

This earned a giggle from her and Peter could feel his heart pound in his chest. As if there was no time to waste, Peter kissed her again, pushing himself closer. However, when she winced just a little bit, Peter jumped away and attached himself to the wall opposite to her, in a very Spider-like fashion.

    “Right. You’re still injured. I’m sorry.”

She laughed at him and shook her head a bit, thinking of how easy it was for Peter to ruin her.

❅

Four more days had passed since Peter told (y/n) that he liked her. Zeus had not made any appearance, the rains had died down, and the sun was shining again. It was as if (y/n) had never been a demigod and these four days were her actual life, waking up after a longish nightmare.

If she could believe that, though, she might have been fortunate, but she wasn’t. She could move around now, her ribs had been healing up quite fast—her being a demigod and everything. However, Tony never let her out of the building or out of his sight for too long. Pepper would occasionally drop in and give her food, even if she was full, and speak to her about random things. It was Pepper who introduced her to waffles, and Pepper who introduced her to the wonderful world of Netflix.

However, at that minute, Apollo, Pepper and Tony were in her room as she sat on her bed. Her uncle had appeared out of nowhere like he normally did, spooking both Tony and Pepper, but this was something (y/n) was quite used to. Feeling quite torn, she didn’t know what she could tell her uncle. She was now having long conversations with Pepper, being told things and how to take care of her skin. Morgan would sometimes come and play games with her, with Pepper leaving the two of them to bond. Morgan was her half-sister, who was more than thrilled to have (y/n) live with them (even if (y/n) kept saying it was for the time being).

There was one dark aspect about getting this close to Pepper and Morgan. While Tony kept himself reserved, coming in only when he needed to tell her something important, checking in on her while she was asleep (while he thought she was asleep), and being slightly awkward around her, it was Pepper who made (y/n) completely comfortable. The dark aspect about getting this close to this family was that after the prophecy, she was going to lose all of this.

    “What’s up, uncle?”

    “Do you always travel like this?” Pepper asked, looking distressed.

    “By light, yes,” Apollo said, rolling his eyes. “Well, there’s still no sign of Zeus. Olympus is literally trembling. Zeus not being there is making everyone else quite mad. Three of them have stepped down.”

    “They can do that?”

(y/n) nodded, “If a god steps down from Olympus, they’re merely just not part of the council, but they can’t cease to be gods.”

    “Athena, Demeter and Hestia have stepped down. Ares went through the same thing, he was banished but he’s still a god.”

    “This council doesn’t make sense, then.” Tony said, looking at Apollo.

    “It never has. That’s what Athena and my sister were on about even before the prophecy came to be. At one point, Athena knew not to argue, her wits told her that. Artemis, on the other hand, was hot-headed… She never listened.”

    “Seems like I didn’t get the stubbornness from you after all.” (y/n) muttered, which Tony quite obviously heard.

    “Rude.” He said, glaring at her.

    “Right,” Apollo chose to ignore whatever happened, “The Boar is locked up but he isn’t moving. He isn’t even attempting to escape because Zeus hasn’t given him any orders. Hera doesn’t know where he’s gone either.”

(y/n) thought about Hera. Apollo had mentioned that Zeus had been abusing her; but her heart couldn’t be kind to a woman who was so mean to her. However, her mother had taught her that sometimes, kindness was not easy.

    “So, you’re saying this is like… peace?” Tony asked, confused.

    “I guess you could say that. Until Zeus returns, that is.”

    “I don’t think it’ll last.” (y/n) said, shaking her head grimly. “Zeus will try something. Whatever this peace is won’t last. He’s definitely plotting something right now.”

Apollo presses his lips together. He didn’t want to put his finger on it, but the air around his niece had changed. His eyes turned to Pepper’s form, who was looking at (y/n) with concerned eyes. He looked at Tony, who was sitting there, trying to think of something that could help the situation. Nodding once, he left, knowing she was in safe hands.

(y/n) felt a hand fall on hers. Looking up, she saw Pepper smile at her.

    “It doesn’t matter, (y/n), whether it’ll last or not. You’re our family now.” Pepper looked at Tony, who nodded a moment after.

    “You know,” (y/n) smiled as she continued, “My mother always kept saying your name to the trees and the birds, asking how you were doing. In her heart, she wanted me to meet you first. Now, I know why.” The girl squeezed back Pepper’s hands, earning a soft smile from the blonde woman.

Pepper leaned forward and kissed (y/n) on the forehead for a long moment, before standing up to leave. She looked at Tony, who looked like he wasn’t going to move, and left the room. Tony stands up to sit where Pepper was, and looks at (y/n)’s hands. All he could think about, ever since he saw them, were how small her hands were. As he was looking, he noticed one of her hands move and land on his, causing him to look up at her face in slight shock.

She wasn’t smiling, but her eyes were. He was so close to her, but Tony moved closer. He could smell Pepper’s shampoo off her hair, and her hand was still on his.

    “Are you in any pain?” She asked him, and Tony raised his eyebrows before shaking his head.

He didn’t know what to say. (y/n) noticed he was choking back tears.

    “Tony.” She said, unsure.

    “I really hope you don’t call me that in the future.” He replied, chuckling dryly.

    “I… I wanted to stay away from you for a reason.” (y/n) said, looking down at their hands.

Tony looked up at her, “And what’s that?”

    “I didn’t want anything to do with you because once I become a god, I… I won’t have any of this. You can’t imagine how torn I am now that… Now that Pepper’s accepted me and Morgan’s being… I don’t know and you...  I’ll lose all of this. I’ll... “ I’ll lose you, she wanted to say but couldn’t.

But, Tony heard it. His grip on her hand tightened and he thought it was the most foolish thing he had ever heard. He raised her hand and pressed the back of her hand to his lips and kissed her. (y/n) let out a sob before chuckling dryly. Years and years she had pictured her father sitting by her side, and here it was actually happening.

    “Morgan has this thing. She tells me that she loves me 3000. It’s funny because that's my definition of how much love there is to give.”

    “Right, I’ve heard her say that to you.” (y/n) said, smiling softly.

Tony nodded before playing with his daughter's hand, “And it’s become like something we’ve made together.”

He looked at her and suddenly, she was only 5 years old. Tony’s heart melted at the thought. He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead before muttering a phrase that now became something the two of them made together.

    “I love you, moonchild.”

❅

(y/n) could feel herself healing. But, there was this growing anxiousness in her stomach that increased each day; she knew Zeus was plotting something and the more time he took, the more she grew worried. It had been two more days, now close to a whole week of what had happened to her. She had gotten closer to Tony, with the awkwardness dying down a bit each day. ‘Moonchild’ was his nickname for her now, he never addressed her as (y/n) anymore.

She liked it. She liked everything about her father. And although she hadn’t called him that yet, Tony never pressured her. It was strange but she could see why Pepper was the reason he had changed. Tony’s ability to love was unlocked by Pepper, and it was inherently she who had turned him around into someone who could care so much.

She wanted to call them her family, but she was torn now with the possibility of that not happening. Some part of her had already started thinking about how life would be like if she gave up on the prophecy, but she knew she could never do that.

Despite how much she loved the three of them, she knew she had to leave.

Peter suddenly came in through the window, causing her eyes to widen. It was over 12 a.m., in the night, and it was certainly not the time for a boy to visit. Tony had strangely gotten around talking about Peter to her, and had strictly said that the boy was not allowed to be with her post 9 p.m.

    “Pete, you’re not supposed to be here—”

She got off the bed and embraced him, him hugging her back. His suit was sweaty, but she didn’t care. Pulling away, Peter brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear and kissed her passionately, with her kissing him with just that much vigor. She missed him by hours, and Peter could feel her rapid heartbeat whenever he came near her.

After a while of making out, which was something that the two of them did rather well, Peter noticed there was hesitance in her movements. He didn’t take long in asking her what was wrong.

    “I… I love them, Pete.” (y/n) said, pressing her lips together.

    “That’s great news! See, I told you—”

    “When I become a god… I won’t die. I’ll stay young and everyone around me will age. Everyone will move on. Including you.”

Peter strangely hadn’t thought that far ahead, but once the thought was placed in his head, anxiety kicked his insides to a pulp. He suddenly grew afraid, and started to look for ways out.

    “Is there… Is there any way you can stay mortal?”

    “I can’t not complete my prophecy, Peter. And if I do… I won’t be.”

Peter remained silent.

    “I don’t have a life here, Peter.”

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He didn’t want to lose her and even though this thought may be selfish, he would take the blame. But, sometimes, grief hurts us in ways we would later think was petty. Peter suddenly recalled telling her he liked her, and her not saying anything back. He turned to look at her worried face, and froze for a second.

She hadn’t said it because she had always planned on leaving.

Getting up suddenly, (y/n) knew something was wrong. Peter felt his vision go a bit blurry, but he knew he was fine. He told her he had to leave, and although that came out abrupt, he couldn’t pay attention to it at the moment. He doesn’t remember apologizing to her as he left, he jumped out the window and felt tears prickle the corner of his eyes, thoughts of her and her words and her kisses and her actions burned him.

That night, (y/n) couldn’t sleep. The anxiousness was turning things around for her, and with Peter leaving abruptly, she knew one thing. She had to leave too. She had to go to Greece herself and see things to an end. Being clueless was one thing, but being certain about being clueless was another. She was sure in her not knowing; and her indefiniteness was her strong point. Getting out of bed, she rushed to Morgan’s room to find the child fast asleep. (y/n) smiled to herself before leaning down and kissing her forehead, whispering sweet nothings to her little sister, before heading out to her parents’ room.

She had never been able to call anyone but Artemis that. Pepper had proven herself easily to be a mother to her, no judgment from her end. And Tony. Tony was her father, flesh and blood and everything. And with time, she knew she could accept him as easily as he had accepted her.

Standing by their door, she watched them sleep. Tony looked peaceful and she hoped he wouldn’t get anymore nightmares.

Zeus not approaching them proved one suspicion she had in her mind.

He was a coward. A coward not worth her anger.

Heading to her old roof top, she found her stuff there, untouched. (y/n) picked up her arrows and her bow; her dagger was still inside her pouch, which was with her from before. She felt like she was right in leaving, but she also felt like it wouldn't be a long departure.

As she turned, it was as if one of her dreams came true. Literally. She saw Spiderman jump a few feet ahead of her, come toward her as quickly as possible, take her hands in his and press his forehead to hers, his mask still on.

    “You can have a life here. With me.” Peter said, and her eyes widened.

She had always wondered what his purpose was for appearing in her vision. Pepper’s was that she would become a mother to her after Artemis, and Tony was literally her father. Natasha trained her and taught her almost everything she knew. She had wondered what Peter’s purpose was.

Removing his mask, she pressed her hand to his cheek and laughed, finally understanding. Leaning forward, she captured his lips with hers, and kissed him hard. Before Peter could respond, she pulled back.

    “I love you, Peter Parker. I… I think I always have.”

Peter’s eyes were saucers now. He couldn’t believe his ears.

    “I love you. And I’ll be back. I promise you, I’ll be back.”

Peter looks terrified, but he nods. He didn’t have to say it back, she knew. With the way she looked at him, he knew she knew.

Peter’s purpose was simple.

He would be the reason she’d stay.

❅

When she reached the park, it was sunrise. She knew her uncle was watching her. She felt at ease, calm; she knew so much more now than she had before and all it took was acceptance.

It was strange how fate worked. It barely let her be herself when she was angry.

    “What do you plan on doing to Zeus?”

(y/n) knew the last time her uncle had asked her this, she had told him what he didn’t want to hear. She had told him the wrong answer. Turning to him, she smiled warmly, a smile that didn’t resemble Artemis, but Tony instead.

    “Nothing.”

When Apollo smiled, she felt the sun rise to the north. It was afternoon in Greece.

❅

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[nicostolemybones]

The Battle of Area 51

“This is not a game,” Nico lectured sternly, and Percy snickered. “This is no laughing matter, Jackson! Okay, let’s run through the plan one last time! Ares cabin, Clarisse, you’ll lead the charge, take down the guards, lay down cover fire for the Naruto runners! Poseidon Cabin, Zeus cabin, you guys whip up a storm to help the Ares cabin! Apollo cabin and Hunters of Artemis, you’re the snipers, I want you on high ground firing arrows at them! Aphrodite cabin, charmspeak those guards to let us past and to give us access codes to all the rooms and spill all the secrets! Hecate cabin, use the mist to make decoys! Nemesis cabin, remember, this is vengeance for all the imprisoned aliens and that’s why you’re here! Demeter cabin, slow the guards down with thick vines and poisonous plants! Athena cabin, you’re working on infiltrating and hacking all the computers! Hephaestus cabin, burn down gun stations, jam missiles, Festus can burn down doorways, I want to see you guys working on all the technology we steal and I want you all to figure out all the machines inside and use them for our advantage! Dionysus cabin, get them drunk, make them temporarily mad, weaken their defences! Iris cabin, use your abilities to disorientate and distract the guards! Hypnos cabin- CLOVIS WAKE UP- send the guards to sleep when you can! Hermes cabin, you’re stealing and sneaking in whilst the guards are distracted! Hades cabin- well Hazel- summon obstacles and summon weapons, shadow travel aliens to safety. The rest of you, just fuck shit up with your abilities! Romans; same rules apply, and follow the orders of your Praetors, do not go against orders unless necessary!”

“LET’S CLAP SOME ALIEN CHEEKS!” Connor yelled. Nico glared at him, whilst the younger campers plus Percy erupted into giggles.

“There will be no clapping alien cheeks,” Nico sighed in exasperation, “no alien cheeks will be clapped by anybody, by Olympus what the Hades is wrong with straight people?”

“Wait you’re gay?!”

“Yes but that’s not the point, just- go blend in with the mortals! Solace- you’re with me, we’ll go in with the Naruto runners and you need to make sure we don’t infect the aliens and they don’t infect us, and treat the wounded.” Percy wolf-whistled, so Nico summoned a skeleton to smack him round the back of the head. The group of demigods dispersed amongst the mortal army- which wasn’t much, but between the Kyles, weeaboos, tumblr trash, and Naruto runners, there was a fair few, and some cosplayers, DnD players, and medieval recreation nerds seemed to have a fair amount of weapons and armour- even if most of it was plastic light sabers, Klingon Bat’leths, and various other fantasy weapons.

Everything was quiet for a while, and the battle was more a staring down contest between the guards and the civilian raiders. Phones were beginning to live stream, and that’s when the Stoll brothers yelled the immortal battle cry “DO IT FOR THE VINE!!!” and the mortal crowd roared and cheered, repeating the battle cry.

“PEANUT BUTTER!!!” Tyson yelled as the crowd surged forwards. Nico screamed, Naruto running as fast as he could towards the guards, summoning skeleton armies of Naruto runners to back them up, but as soon as the guards opened fire, many Naruto runners gave up and turned away running back, or decided it best to run “normally”. One dedicated man had turned his electric wheelchair into some kind of turbo charged mini tank shaped like a Dalek. Fortnite dancers fortnite danced as they charged, Harry Potter fans desperately yelled out Unforgiveable Curses. Stargate fans dressed as Jaffa and Goa’uld warriors charged with staff weapons and pellet guns, some wearing “Free Thor” t-shirts- but not Marvel’s Thor or the Norse God thor- but rather the tiny alien guy Nico recognised from when Will made him watch Stargate. The Stargate Atlantis fans came dressed as Wraith instead. Marvel fans were clad in full superhero gear, although some fights had broken out between them and the DC fans. Star Wars fans dressed in Jedi robes. Clad in armour, the demigods didn’t look out of place. Nico was pleased to see the Egyptian magicians being lead by Sadie and Carter Kane, Magnus Chase and Samirah al-Abbass leading the Valkyries, Alex Fierro next to Frank Zhang shapeshifting into whatever they could. Alex stopped occasionally so she could spray mace into the eyes of Terfs.

Nico shadow travelled at the last minute, grabbing hold of Will and pulling him through the shadows. Will didn’t slow down when they emerged, and the image of Will Naruto running headfirst into a wall was going to be a source of laughter in Nico’s mind for many years to come. Thankfully, he didn’t do a Jason and knock himself out. “Ah fuck, I can’t believe you’ve done this!” Will gasped, and Nico raised his eyebrow. In the distance, they heard Grover cause a Panic- although it didn’t affect the guards about to shoot Will in the face, so Will let out a shrill whistle and Naruto ran for it.

“Dork,” Nico jibed, pulling Will into the shadows again. Nico meant for them to land inside an aircraft hangar- but it soon became clear that they were inside some kind of alien spaceship.

“Holy Hera,” Will gasped, “Nico THIS SHIP HAS A STARGATE! NICO LOOK THAT IS A STARGATE, IMMA DIAL ABYDOS-”

“Focus, Solace,” Nico warned, “we can do that once we get this back to camp. I wasn’t allowed to drive the sun chariot so I’ll drive this time.”

“I get the feeling I’m gonna die if I let you drive,” Will replied, and Nico huffed.

“That’s if I don’t kill your stupid face first,” he retorted proudly, and Will snickered, looking around the ship.

“OH MY GODS NICO THERE’S A LIGHT SABER HERE!”

“DIBS THE RED ONE,” Nico yelled, rushing over and grabbing one, almost decapitating Will in his excitement.

“We should summon up a certain ghost,” Will grinned.

“Are you suggesting we prank call Castellan?”

“Nico, dude. You have to, for humanity. Do it for our children.”

Several runs to McDonald’s later and Luke Castellan’s ghost was confronted by Nico in pitch black armour and a light saber to speak the immortal words: “Luke, I am your father.” Luke’s ghost laughed. The gods applauded from Olympus. Will was unable to get up off the floor through his raucous laughter.

After several minutes of exploring the craft, the two demigods were armed with phasers and now possessed the infinity gauntlet- although they both agreed not to let Percy near it in case he dabbed rather than Thanos snapped at monsters. Nico shadow travelled a fair amount of the loot back to camp, where Chiron stood facepalming and shaking his head. This is when Nico learned that the Party Ponies had joined the raid and found out that Monster Donut were sponsoring Area 51. Nico returned to find Will making a flower crown for a baby alien he’d found hidden in the glove compartment. “Is that what I think it is,” Nico questioned, and Will smiled.

“An alien? Well yeah.”

“No, I meant a baby. Are you seriously holding a baby?”

“Yeah, a cute little alien baby, I made them a flower crown and put a bow in their hair! Well I hope it’s a baby otherwise I just told a whole-ass adult I’m their daddy now.” Nico choked- Will didn’t appear to realise the innuendo his words would have turned into if the alien was an adult. Will appeared to have adopted an alien child and that somehow melted Nico completely. Stupid son of Apollo being a perfect dad to an abandoned alien baby found in the glove compartment of a space ship.

“You can’t just raise a child, Will, the parents won’t pay child support and you’re like- fifteen and you look- you look twelve, okay, you look like a foetus!”

“Nico I’m only two months older than you,” Will laughed, “I’m still fourteen like you are, idiot. Although technically you’re ninety, you can be the grandpa.”

“I’m not going to be your daddy, Solace,” Nico replied, forgetting how it may have sounded like an innuendo, and Will choked and spluttered.

“That word is officially banned,” Will squeaked, and Nico quickly nodded in agreement. Thankfully before it could get any more awkward, the alien child started to cry. “Oh my gods Nico what do I do with it?”

“Does it have an off switch or batteries you can take out like the babies they give you in school?”

“Um- I can’t see any off switch, Nico, what do I do?!”

“You’re the doctor! Sing to it! Just don’t do a Hera and yeet it off a mountain or out of a window, I don’t need you Percying this into a worse situation than it already is!”

“Oh my gods I’m a single parent before I’ve had the talk,” Will whined, trying to hum a lullaby to the alien baby, which screeched, turned into a bug, and ran. Will shrieked and Nico accidentally summoned a pile of alien skulls. “Hey! My singing isn’t that bad,” Will protested, and the alien bug screeched again and shot some kind of web at Will’s face. Will squealed, trying clumsily to wipe the webbing off his face. Once Nico stopped laughing, he helped to pull the webbing out of Will’s hair, although once he managed to detangle the last of the webbing, he found himself enthralled by the soft bouncy texture of Will’s hair. It was curly like Nico’s, but dryer to the touch, probably a testament to the hours of sunbathing Nico figured Will had to do in order to stay tanned all year round. He didn’t realise he was obsessively caressing his best friend’s hair until he felt Will’s hand on his shoulder. Nico gasped, snapping his hand back and muttering an apology, but Will merely smiled and gods that smile melted Nico. “Fellas, is it gay to kiss your homie at Area 51,” Will asked to nobody in particular, and Nico found himself turning puce as Will leaned in, placing a gentle but certainly not platonic kiss on Nico’s lips. Nico’s brain seemed to short circuit, skeletal butterflies resurrecting down his spine and in his stomach.

When Nico’s brain finally managed a coherent thought, all he could manage to say was “that’s gay.”

Will snorted, resting his head on Nico’s shoulder as he laughed silently. “You’re gay,” he finally replied through giggles.

“Well you kissed me, you’re gay,” Nico retorted with a huff.

“Yeah, but is it gay if it’s your homie and you’re in Area 51,” Will asked with an impish grin, lifting his head and giving Nico a mishievous grin.

“We are gay, you dumbass,” Nico replied, lightly shoving Will’s shoulder.

“I guess we are,” Will replied with feigned thoughtfulness lacing his voice, “maybe we should make out just to be sure.”

“Don’t push your luck, Solace,” Nico said sternly, and Will pouted comically. Nico stood on his toes and leaned up, but he was too short to reach, so Will leaned down and Nico was finally able to place a rough kiss on Will’s lips.

And of course, that just had to be the exact moment to hear a chorus of “two bros, chillin’ in a space ship, five feet apart ‘cause they’re not gay!” They broke apart immediately, startled by the presence of an Iris message showing Percy, Jason, Leo and Piper all grinning stupidly at them and Annabeth rolling her eyes.

“I’ll kill you all if you dare tell anyone,” Nico warned, raising skeletons to chase after them- although the skeletons were certainly not human. Leo and Percy screamed and ran, whilst Piper and Will laughed loudly. Jason merely raised his eyebrow, and Nico shrugged in response.

“So, that’s your type, huh,” Percy grinned, “I never thought we’d share a type!”

“What,” Nico snapped.

“Bossy blondes,” Percy replied, and Jason and Annabeth glared daggers.

“I agree,” Piper chimed in, “bossy blondes are worth the trouble.” This time, Jason and Annabeth both blushed.

Nico shrugged, looking back to Will, who seemed to be pre-occupied with the Stargate behind them. “Well, this one’s my bossy blond,” Nico replied fondly.

“Troublemakers are my type,” Annabeth replied, and Percy and Piper bowed proudly, “and Jason’s.”

“My type is pouty emo kids with long hair and sexy accents,” Will replied, and Nico blushed darkly.

“Your type is troublemakers,” Piper replied, “the ideal OTP formula is bossy blonde and troublemaking brunette, you can’t change my mind.”

“Whatever,” Nico protested. The Iris message cut off when a fight broke out between a Star Wars stan and a Trekkie.

“So,” Will began immediately, “can we be boyfriends now?”

“Only if you keep PDA to a minimum,” Nico replied, and Will beamed, glowing a warm amber light. Before they could do much more, however, a loud explosion ripped their attention away from each other. They both ran out to find the source of the explosion, and that is where they found Clarisse refereeing a battle between Shaggy and Thanos. The Stolls were running a betting ring, and Nico was sure they were all gonna die. But hey, it was a room full of Millennials and Gen Z, so nobody seemed particularly bothered by the danger of the situation, because this footage would certainly be legendary. Thanos snapped, and Shaggy disintegrated, only to reform using 1% of his power and steal the gauntlet. Shaggy dabbed, and Thanos was no more. Clarisse blew her whistle and the fight was over- the most epic showdown in human history and it had only taken seconds. Within minutes, lightening struck, and that was the moment Percy groaned loudly in realisation that the gods had been responsible for Area 51 all along.

“FUCK YOU, ZEUS,” Percy yelled, and the lightening would have struck him if it wasn’t for Shaggy eating the lightening bolt and letting out a loud burp.

“Do you have any wisdom, O mighty one,” Kayla asked, bowing at Shaggy’s feet.

“Sometimes you just gotta eat the enemy, man,” Shaggy replied, and the demigods let out a collective awed ‘ooohhh’. It was that moment that Shaggy burped out a heart-shaped arrow, and Nico realised that Shaggy had vored Cupid. Nico felt a smug grin break through his usually stoic expression, and Jason cheered loudly from the sidelines.

“Anyway, Shaggy said gay rights,” Will grinned.

“Actually, young man,” Shaggy said, gently resting his hand on Will’s shoulder, “I say gay and trans rights. And on that note, I think I might assassinate the president! Until next time, guys, gals, and non-binary pals!” And with that, and a wink to Alex Fierro, Shaggy dissipated into the wind, enraging the bigots and empowering the queer kids.

The raid continued into the night, the Stolls helping to take technology back to camp and Clarisse leading the charge against the military. It was only when Nico and Will made their way to the middle of the camp, all of the aliens freed and all technology liberated, that the end of the raid was in sight. Nico opened the final door, the entire raid party behind them, to find Rick Astley tied to a chair, singing Never Gonna Give You Up. It was then that they realised: they had been Rickrolled by the government.

[gffa]

Sometimes I think about yelling at STAR WARS fandom to slow the hell down because I have so many things to read and so many books and comics on top of all the fic, but then I remember, THIS IS THE BEST PROBLEM TO HAVE, oh no I have so many fun things to read! How awful! I can’t keep up with everything that I know I’m going to enjoy, so I have to post a list before I’m finished catching up, because otherwise it’d take me another month! Terrible! The fandom really has put out some absolutely wonderful things lately and I’ve just felt really happy and fizzy about them, I’ve been excited to yell about them and now I want to yell at other people about all the stuff I loved. STAR WARS FIC RECS: TIME TRAVEL RECS: ✦ Hearts Entwined by KeeperofSeeds, obi-wan & shmi & qui-gon, time travel, 6.5k wip   stolen moments between Padawan Kenobi and Shmi Skywalker, glimpsed by Qui Gon Jinn, and his continued attempts to understand both this strange new addition to the Temple and the unexplained relationship between the pair PREQUELS RECS: ✦ And the Void Answered Back by Ghost_Owl, obi-wan & anakin & rey & finn & poe & ben & yoda & maz & cast, force ghosts, 37.5k wip   (Follows the Force ghosts of Anakin, Obi Wan, and friends getting dragged kicking and screaming through the events of The Force Awakens) ✦ Youngling by LostintheTARDIS, obi-wan & anakin & cast, de-aged!anakin, 65.5k wip   Obi-Wan is sent on a rescue mission to find his missing padawan, shot down after completing a mission of his own, but what he finds is not what he expects. “No, it… It’s not possible, Obi-Wan. How can Anakin Skywalker be this little boy?” ✦ Supreme Chancellor Obi-Wan Kenobi by stonefreeak, obi-wan & anakin & padme & cody & bail & palpatine & cast, 16.5k wip   By an old Republic law, all members of the Jedi High Council are senators in the Galactic Senate, and can thus be voted in as chancellor. ✦ The Orchards by Raven_Knight, obi-wan & qui-gon & cast, 3.6k   When young Obi-Wan Kenobi is injured on a previous mission, Qui-Gon Jinn refuses to accept further off-planet missions until his Padawan’s recovery. Yoda assigns the pair an in-Temple mission of utmost importance while Obi-Wan heals. Master and Padawan welcome the change of pace. ✦ Staggering Is For Those With Nothing To Live Up To by shiningjedi, mace & ponds & depa & yoda & obi-wan & cast, 4.9k   Ponds has fought side-by-side with his general for over two years, so if Windu thinks that he can’t tell when something’s off, then, with all due respect, he’s made a serious error of judgement. ✦ Blow me away, Master Kenobi by stonefreeak, obi-wan, 1.9k   An explosion at a spaceport caused by anti-war extremists leaves Obi-Wan to navigate his way up through the surface through the debris. And then he finds the children… ✦ Found Clan by silvergryphon, boba & ocs & obi-wan & anakin & cast, 18.4k wip   After the Battle of Geonosis, a Jedi Healer discovers young Boba Fett mourning the loss of his father. Not about to leave a ten-year-old boy on his own, she promptly adopts him with the full collusion of her Padawan. ✦ The Art of Dual Wielding (Specifically, How to Not) by F-117 Nighthawk (F117_Nighthawk), obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, ~1k   “Hey, Master, can you teach me Jar’Kai?” ✦ On the political ramifications of a marriage between a Jedi and a Senator by Deviant_Accumulation, obi-wan & anakin/padme & cast, 9.4k wip   In a shocking revelation, Nabooian priest Father Herriem has come forward stating that one year ago, he has officiated a marriage between Senator Padmé Amidala, former Queen of Naboo, known for playing a major part in the Liberation of Naboo, current Galactic Senate representative of Naboo and leader of the liberal south-up faction, and Knight Anakin Skywalker, Jedi General of the Republic Army. ✦ The House of My Father by ReneeoftheStars, dooku & cast, 2.4k   Dooku has left the Jedi Order and returned to his homeworld of Serenno, where he claims his rightful place as the Count of House Dooku. His sister-in-law is less than thrilled with his arrival. ✦ untitled by stonefreeak, dooku, 2.6k   Yan Dooku looks out over the holotable, filled with recent battles against the Republic. Battles that has started to go increasingly well for the Republic, with the heightened morale from their new chancellor. ✦ Full of Charts and Facts and Figures by ambiguously, mace/depa, 4.3k   Mace and Depa get kidnapped by pirates. ✦ Shed by SingManyFaces, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, ~1k   Not long after being assigned to Anakin, Ahsoka becomes worried he’s hiding something serious and goes to Obi-Wan for advice. ✦ Tipping Point by Ria Talla (ronia), adi gallia & finis valorum & eeth koth, 3.3k   “I believe that if what’s happening on Naboo is allowed to continue, the other member systems will wonder what they owe to a Republic that can no longer protect them.” ✦ The Path of Totality by Raven_Knight, obi-wan & yoda & qui-gon & cast, 1.8k   Before going their separate ways into exile, Obi-Wan Kenobi shares with Yoda a lesson of wisdom he’d learned from his late Master, Qui-Gon Jinn. A lesson of darkness, light, and hope. OBI-WAN/ANAKIN RECS: ✦ Homecoming + Ben + To Love What Death Can Touch by Ripki, obi-wan/anakin & luke & leia & cast, western au, 3.7k   After a long absence, Anakin finally returns to the Lars farm. (Western AU.) ✦ The Missing Part by Nightstar269, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, modern au, 57.4k wip   Anakin Skywalker, a student of mechanical engineering, has always felt that his life was lacking something, a feeling that was made much worse with the deaths of his mother first, and of the woman he loved some time later. Still haunted by the pain and heartbreak, he tries to go on with his life as well as he can. When an initiative of the director of the university has the students attending the classes of another degree so as to enrich their knowledge, he will meet someone that will turn his world upside down. ✦ Across the Darkness by xpityx, obi-wan/anakin & anakin/padme, 19.3k wip   Obi-Wan knew they had hit the temple’s inner security measures when Anakin went from calm to clutching both Obi-Wan and his lightsaber between one step and the next. ✦ Desire by Ralph_E_Silvering, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, mild d/s, 10.8k   Anakin Skywalker decides to take his investigation of an illegal smuggling ring in entirely the wrong direction when he finds a substance called “Desire"…and Obi-Wan cleans up his mess, as usual. ✦ What An Expensive Fate by FromDreamstoEmpires, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, sith!anakin, 1.3k   Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow at him, “But you like it when I tell you what to do.” He said softly, hand pulling on his curls until Anakin was forced to look at him, “Don’t you, sweetheart?” ✦ In the Details by SingManyFaces, obi-wan/anakin & anakin/ahsoka & obi-wan/anakin/ahsoka, NSFW, 2.3k   Anakin spends time learning the bodies of those he loves, and enjoys the same treatment. ✦ Collar by bell (belldreams), obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, 4.1k wip   “You have to be sure, Anakin. Once we’re in, we’re in.” “I think I can handle being your sub, Obi-Wan.” ✦ Pursuit by Icse, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, 18.5k wip   Aka ‘Obikin Equestrian AU’ on Tumblr. ✦ Thank You, Dear Heart by supercalifragilistichespiralidoso, obi-wan/anakin, ~1k   Obi-Wan calls Anakin by a pet name when they’re not alone ✦ came last in the technical by destiny919, anakin & ahsoka + background obi-wan/anakin, 1.5k   “Okay, Snips,” Anakin said confidently. “We’re doing this. We’re making this happen.” ✦ my heart is an echo chamber by Burning_Nightingale, obi-wan/anakin, 3.4k   Obi-Wan Kenobi and Darth Vader don’t meet again until their final confrontation on the Death Star. Not in person, at least. ✦ Rebel with a Cause by planetary_retrograde, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & cast, 12.6k wip   A year after the fall of the Republic and the rise of the Galactic Empire, former Jedi General Obi-Wan Kenobi has formally joined the Alliance to Restore the Republic. His new mission: training Rebellion pilot and resident loose canon Anakin Skywalker. ✦ untitled by subskywalker, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, cock warming, 1k   “Remember dear one,” Obi-Wan reminded him as he pet his curls with one hand while the other stroked his cheek gently. “If it gets to be too much or if your need a break just tap our signal, okay?” ✦ Out Of Control by Gildedmuse, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.2k   “All right. But you owe me, and not for saving your skin for the tenth time . .” “Ninth time. That business on Cato Nemoidia doesn’t count.” ✦ last one on the list by destiny919, obi-wan/anakin & cast, ~1k   TIL the Han Dynasty was founded by a sheriff who was transporting convicts when several escaped. Knowing the punishment for this was death, he freed the rest and organized many into a rebel band, eventually going on to help overthrow the ruling Qin Dynasty and install himself as Emperor. ✦ darling can’t you hear me (s.o.s.) by nessa_j, obi-wan/anakin & cast, 3.5k   Stranded alone on a planet, Obi-Wan thinks his transmissions aren’t being received, and starts sending private messages to Anakin, not knowing that Anakin can hear everything. ✦ a night full of stars by Ralph_E_Silvering, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, 2k   Obi-Wan, Anakin and Ahsoka are sent to Batuu on a mission by the Jedi Council. While there, Anakin and Obi-Wan finally act on the unspoken feelings between them. ✦ untitled by spell-cleaver, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, ~1k   So for the prompt mashup, Magical Accident, Accidentally Married, Obikin Thanks! ORIGINAL TRILOGY RECS: ✦ The Family Tree by frodogenic, vader & luke, 12k   In which Luke Skywalker is stranded in a tree waiting for a flash flood to recede. Too bad he’s got company… Post-ESB oneshot, can be read as canon-compliant. ✦ They rhyme by liv_k, obi-wan & anakin, 5.2k   Past and future, darkness and light, despair and hope meet one last time. ✦ Stitched With Its Color by lammermoorian, luke & hera & cast, 4.4k  Luke’s been all over the galaxy searching for clues about the Jedi - he should have started a little closer to home. REBELS RECS: ✦ in this world by xpityx, zeb/kallus, NSFW, 2.1k   It had been eight months. Eight months since he’d last seen Alex in person. He’d still been Kallus then, had still been convinced that the Ghost crew were taking him to his executioners. FULL DETAILS + RECS HERE!

[ysalamiri-queen]

2019 Fic in Review

Inspired by @myevilmouse I’m going to sum up all the writing I’ve been up to the past year. I’m really proud of what I’ve accomplished, and thanks to you all for the encouragement to put my ideas out into the world! This has been a year of trying new things, and really growing as an author I feel… And wow according to AO3 I’ve written about 400k words in the past 12 months, damn. So let’s get to the list, going from the beginning of the year to the end, and as always please heed the tags on these before reading.

Note: As I go back, I’m realizing a lot of the links were messed up or are just straight missing. I am on the Mobile App so things can get messy. Please visit my works page on AO3 HERE to see all of these on my page under JessKo and my other pseuds.

1 Late Night at the Slab

Idea: Filling a prompt for the Thryce server in which some, uh, unique Chiss anatomy was assigned.

Result: A 3-way with Thrawn, Arihnda, and Eli and my first foray into the more Xeno side of things in a Modern AU setting. Yeehaw!

2 The Trouble With Free-Roaming Ysalamiri

Idea: Based on some adorable ysalamiri cuddles art by @strength-through-order I wanted to write some Thranto fluff.

Result: Ysalamiri-filled Thranto fluff X’D

3 Inquisitor’s Debt

Idea: What if the Grand Inquisitor changed sides at the end of Rebels season 1?

Result: Some fun throwbacks with Obi-Wan and Caleb Dume leading up to Quizzy defecting with Ezra.

4 Ancient Stems

Idea: Eli Week drabbles based on the Vanto Week prompts.

Result: A silly buzz droid narrative with Thrawn and some cute slice of life Eli backstory/Ascendancy days bits.

5 Charnsuka

Idea: Kinky stuff with Lord Garmadon when he’s an Anacondrai.

Result: Kinky stuff with Lord Garmadon when he’s an Anacondrai. Sorry Zane!

6 Caged Like Prized Birds

Idea: Again inspired by the awesome Chiss anatomy and Thrux drawings by @strength-through-order , I wanted to craft a narrative around Armitage, as a young man, stumbling upon a clone of Thrawn.

Result: Man, this might just be one of my favorite things I’ve ever written, had so much fun plotting it out and the smut is mmm! Tentacles everywhere~ I’ve gone back to re-read this a lot, I’ll admit it. I hope you all enjoyed it too.

7 Quiet On Set

Idea: Must. Write. Talos.

Result: A cute little platonic x-reader with everyone’s favorite Skrull. This was my first MCU fic too.

8 Diagnostic

Idea: Wanted to apologize to Zane for the damages done in Charnsuka with some Glacier shipping fluff.

Result: A silly glacier thing leading to a bit of foolery. I’m happy with it!

9 Heron Soaring

Idea: A continuation of the plot line from Heron Rising with Kanan and Thrawn.

Result: Too many feels… but some great sex to soften the blow, Kanera too!

10 Patron

Idea: Responding to a tumblr prompt from @wukeskywalker regarding Thrawn commissioning LOADS of artworks of Eli.

Result: More Thranto fluff! I see a trend here…

11 Black Heron

Idea: Kanan x Pryce for @myevilmouse , I think this was our first ‘collaboration’ on something!

Result: Juahir hires a special someone to show Arihnda a good time!

12 Red Heron

Idea: @star-wars-rebels-4 is always an amazing wealth of ideas for Grand Inquisitor, and encouraged a work featuring him and Kanan.

Result: Delicious back alley smut when an undercover Jedi is caught!

13 Warm Homecoming

Idea: Give my and a friend's OCs some cute fluff.

Result: OC fluff and a vacation to Hoth!

14 sowing the seeds

Idea: Add something cute to the spank war project.

Result: Another contender for my ‘favorite thing I’ve ever written’ rank. Two chapters of pining, cooking lessons, and sweet slick smut.

15 Red Frost

Idea: After watching “The Evil of Frankenstein” with @sneakybunyip ‘s amazing movie night group, I wanted to do something fun with Victor and Hans.

Result: A fun little adventure fic with some huddling for warmth to boot. Victor and Hans are the hammer-horror-verse Thranto send tweet.

16 a setting sun to hide the ruins

Idea: What if I tortured Kanan to the point he turned evil and joined the Inquisitors (and went a little insane in the process)

Result: Instead of torture, let’s just use some serum that drives him mad. Perfect. Smut ahoy, pretty much a dead dove type fic.

17 Pinktown

Idea: When browsing abandoned towns in Florida, I came across Flamingo… what if Thrawn had been exiled here instead.

Result: An alternate history of Thrawn’s exile and eventual discovery by the Empire. Huge thanks for @badgerandk on this one for the perfect epilogue and beta.

18 the sun rises to only illuminate the stranger i have become

Idea: Setting sun… part 2! But it’s actually what happens before sun?

Result: How Kanan ended up where he is for ‘a setting sun’... lots of imp smut and again, it's sort of a dead dove style fic.

19 Frozen Over

Idea: Ar’alani x Eli Vanto

Result: Somehow me and my writing partner ended up at sensory deprivation focus on this one.

20 Shape of Honor

Idea: Well, this one started in 2018 but ‘finished’ in 2019. Still working on the epilogue. Lots of tweaks… If you are not familiar, this is my AU in which it explores how the Thrawn novel and Rebels show would be altered if Palpatine distrusted Thrawn from their first meeting and accused him of being a Chiss spy. Vaguely inspired by the film The Shape of Water.

Result: Well it's nearly a novel now, isn’t it. This was a great adventure in learning how to create compelling story arcs. I’m extremely satisfied with how it is shaping (lol) up.

21 Datura Stamonium

Idea: Thrawnbine ovi smut.

Result: Oops it has plot now, a whole backstory with Eli and such and so fourth. Will need further stories told…

22 Desert Entropy

Idea: Luke/Wedge modern AU shenanigans.

Result: Also pulled Nath/Wyl and the Rogue Squad/Alphabet Squad peeps into this. Set in Vegas, Luke and Wedge meet and have a cute little romance, but some legal troubles set them back (Palpatine, as always, is That Bitch™) Very happy ending!

23 The Great Eli and Thrawn Prank War

Idea: See Chapter 1: Mullet Thrawn

Result: This thing really grew up, and thanks to all the contributors for allowing me to join in! My contributions were: 7-Bombs Away! In which a bit of drama brews and Thrawn makes a paint bomb that forces him and Eli back into being roomates. 11-Tooka Troube 2: Electric Boogaloo in which Eli finds his quarters slowly filling up with Tooka plush toys, and then something huge goes off in supply. 17-The Bitch is Back In which who knew Thrawn could sing?!

24 Clipped Wings to Keep Us from Flying

Idea: Continuing the story line from Caged Like Prized Birds

Result: Dragging Eli and the OG Thrawn into this, seeing that their stories were left untold in the first work. Also Armitage and the clone are up to all sorts of cool things. Still a WIP, on the list to keep working on this year!

25 I’ll do what I can.

Idea: Some Ronan/Krennic feels post Treason

Result: A Ronan character study that I really needed to get out of my system and finally a stable alliance between Krennic and Thrawn!

26 Purple Heron

Idea: @punk--kenobi and I concocted some fun Kanan/Zeb/Hera smut featuring Lasat heat cycles.

Result: Ah this came out so cool, full of emotion and wonderful imagery. Massive kudos to @punk--kenobi for beta-ing my portion and contributing some of the best smut one can find!

27 Ninjago Angst Week 2019

Idea: Do some 1-shots for Ninjago Angst Week

Result: ow right in the feels. Each character got a highlight in their own ‘dark retelling of a canon or canon adjacent event’ chapter.

28 Vertigo

Idea: Thing’s don’t go right planetside for Eli, Pik, and Waffle in Treason.

Result: Big oof. I hope Eli can one day forgive me… I even put strain on the end game Thranto! Bittersweet ending and lots of angst.

29 More Than Just a Treat

Idea: What is Obi Wan up to in the desert…

Result: Aunt Beau and baby Luke baked him cookies obviously!

30 Datura Metel

Idea: Continuing the Datura cycle…

Result: Just how Eli ended up where he did in the first installation.

31 Here & Now

Idea: Some Thranto Fluff! For @jewelliffer

Result: A camping trip for shore leave! And a marriage proposal for extra sugar.

32 Monster Under the Bed

Idea: Benevolent Boogeyman Chiss

Result: Modern AU Thranto spooky sillies. Bit of an intense climax but they talk it out!

33 Haunted by Sentiment

Idea: Nath is in denial of being the Squad Dad for @glassprowlers

Result: Nath’s very bad no good oh so terrible day! It's very silly and I really like how it ended up, the title is way more serious than the story itself XD

34 Pulse

Idea: Werewolf AU Lavashipping

Result: Oops Kai is a werewolf! Good thing Cole is here to help him figure out how to press on.

35 Stories from Area 51

Idea: remember the raid Area 51 meme? I do! Gotta clap them alien cheeks!

Result: Oh no it got PLOTTY! Pretty much all of my favorite characters and ships cherry-picked and plopped down into a Men In Black style facility in the middle of the desert. I really have a thing for the desert huh…

36 Good Day

Idea: The “truth” behind the “Good day, Lieutenant Vanto” from Thrawn in Treason.

Result: Oh stars the FEELS! Thrawn is in deep water and he KNOWS IT! GAH!

37 Fur Ball

Idea: Chiss are mogwai/gremlins…

Result: Silly Thranto fluff. Thrass shows up too! Feeding them after midnight is actually a good idea here… Grow your own ideal man!

38 Came Back Haunted

Idea: A mission fic centered around the @peters-pumpkin-day prompts.

Result: Ice planet survival with Tarkin, Krennic, Galen, and Ronan.

39 Sewn Together

Idea: This drawing actually is what lead to the fic-

Result: A fairly unique reuniting of Thrawn and Eli after both return to the Ascendancy.

40 Spiked Heron

Idea: Oh no… Kanan gets himself in deep poodoo this time.

Result: Devaronians really like humans huh? The next chapter is half way written I swear it is coming soon!

41 A Colder Embrace

Idea: Thrawn/Purrgil/Ezra and Luke/Wampa for SW Rare Pairs.

Result: It's very cold on Hoth… and even colder in space.

42 Surround

Idea: Luke/Wedge for SW Rare Pairs

Result: Luke has to confront Wedge post ESB regarding what is, essentially, his deserting the Rebels.

43 What Happens Planetside…

Idea: Eli/Pik/Waffle for SW Rare Pairs

Result: heheh a scrumptious Eli sandwich! And surprise tentacles because, well, why not?

44 Hesperidium

Idea: Fluffy Kylux for the Kylux Secret Santa event

Result: Ah its so sweet you might get a cavity

45 Reanimator

Idea: Lovecraftian eldritch horror Thranto

Result: This is the sort of project that it takes 2 months to fine tune each chapter, so bear with me, but I can promise a wonderful, creepy ride is ahead!

46 Floral

Idea: Luke/Faro for SW Rare Pairs. Enjoy the Jedi lovin’, @myevilmouse

Result: Sex pollen and accidentally defecting from the Empire. Whoops!

47 The Harch

Idea: Bouncing off of THIS art by @mamidlo , we worked together to create this plot. Very much inspired by the Hammer Horror films, such as Dracula and Frankenstein.

Result: A fun and spooky romp of Kallus and Zeb getting trapped in a creepy castle featuring mind controlled drones and a species-obsessed Harch. This was my first time posting the entire story at once, too!

Wow, I can not believe how much has been written this year. Thank you all again for reading and kudos-ing and your amazing comments. I’d not be here without the support and love <3 Cheers to 2020 and much more fic ahead!

[elicachrist]

Diary of the Witch

Dear, Diary

My Name Is Sabrina Park And I Was In My desk writing, while the witch is on tumblr. It was good to know that this day was a semi cloudy day so that i can play with the gods, by that I can do my assigments. “amethist are you there” I shouted to my mom. actually I am from America While the other one is from philippines. by that there are people that cant seen in the other country now Sandro can pull the cholthes on so his dad can now drink a water. ever single moment in this world is important since we are an ant because “amethist” I am feeding my fish. By that I can finish thy tumblr of my baby by my breast. so God can you please feed the cows. by that the nigiria will not lose hope and the poverty in america will not call satan any more. because today we have world peace. in by that i want to play shakira’s waka waka. Eh’ Fumiya I wanna choose Lou to kiss Andrew to kiss your self by that you can go to your own resroom so that Marian Rivera can feed Dingdog by the Doorbell. since Pewdipie will marry again the Queen. Since the Ducchess has an sharp ey to the king’s crown. So all the army has an a sharp eye to Rona since it was an ordinary people. but did you know that Rona is a pursuasive person to go in life since she is a Audithor plus secretary in the government thats is why teahyung like her. thats why all the good sniper likes Rm Arboleda. 

When the night comes there is what we call full moon between the gods and the demon, so by that we have the Sandrimon, All the Gods are drinking blood by that Erica is worshiping the moon itself and by that the gods said “ Alah wakba” 

you are the last witch to be the gone of the said witch and you will not die since Thor will marry you to the bed since he is the son of the all of the gods. 

and the god said I just wan said that it was ok to release the child since it was full of tallent thats why it was for me so please be happy so lets be so it.

 for the greek gods all we want is Aproditte and Apollo so we will have happlily couple thats why we have hera and Zues in Heaven.

Lastly we have the Muslims that we worship that is Allah.

Amen.

[bladeofthehawk-blog]

Olympian Aesthetics

TAGGED BY: @celestialspitfire BUT BECAUSE TUMBLR SUCKS AND DIDN’T NOTIFY ME I ALSO STOLE IT FROM @ex-mercenary

TAGGING: it’s free real estate, guys

APHRODITE:     laughter-loving,      sweet  smiles,    dressed  in  silk  and  satin,    flower  in  their  hair, sees  the  world  as  a  runway,   unapologetically  sexual, the  sea  washing  their  ankles,      in  love  with  love,   stirrer  of  passion,      cunning  concealed  by  painted  lips,    secret  daggers,     doves,      revolution  in  their  kiss,     delighting  in  the  waves,     flirtatious  winks,     strolling  along  the  beach,      staring  wistfully  from  a  balcony,   this  is  how  to  be  a  heartbreaker,      wants  to  be  adored loved,    gets  turned  on  by  danger.

APOLLO:     glitz  and  glamour,      art  galleries,      turning  the  volume  up,      being  made  of  gold,     neatly-organized  music  sheets,     notebooks  filled  with  poetry,    bathing  in  the  sunlight,   the  powerful  urge  to  create,     collecting  vinyl  records,     beautiful  cover  of  Wonderwall,      playing  multiple  instruments,      tasting  like  sunshine,      healing  touch,    speaking  in  prophecies,     smile  mingled  with  wrath,     shunning  lies,     sporting  shades,    hanging  out  at  music  festivals  with  their  friends,      sleeps naked,     arrow  to  the  heart,     paint  brushes,      probably  has  a  Tinder  account.

ARES:       armed  for  battle,      wants  to  raise  a  dog  with  their  significant  other,    soft  spot  for  children,    gives  piggyback  rides,     scarred  body,      blood  on  their   hands  and  face,      willing  to  fight  the  world  for  the  ones  they  love,    fights  against  injustice,     warm  hugs,     well-worn  combat  boots,      boxing gloves,      bandages  wrapped  around  bruised  knuckles,     fist  raised  in  protest,     ignites  revolutions,   fear  is  a  prison,      more  sensitive  than  what  their  tough  shell  would  have  you  think,  exhausted,      damaged  goods,     force  to  be  reckoned  with,      red  roses,      curses  under  their  breath.

ARTEMIS:       keen  sense  of  a  hunter,       freckles  like  constellations  on  their  skin,    piercing  eyes,      disheveled  braid,      moonlight  peeking  through  the  shadows,     the  calm  of  the  forest  at  night,     lying  on  the  grass  and  staring  at  the  stars,     mother  doe  and  her  fawn,     protecting  their  kin,      the  moon  shimmering  on  a  still  lake,    quiver  full  of  arrows  resting  against  the  bark  of  a  tree,     running  with  wolves,    bonding  while  circled  around  a  campfire,     not  being  much  of  a  people  person,  arrow  hitting  a  target,    popping  egos,     patience  on  3%,     touches  heaven  and  returns  howling.

ATHENA:     discerning  gaze,      unreadable  face,     quiet  museums,      owl  perched  on  their  finger,    armor  that  intimidates,   eye  for  architecture,    plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  building   houses, studied  the  blade  while  everyone  else  was  busy  getting  laid,      big  fan  of  logic,     loves  brain  teasers,  ancient  buildings, sweaters  in  neutrals  and  cool  colors,   hair  done  up,   can  kill  you  with  their  brain,      heads  to  the  library  often  to  research,    sharpened  pencils,      abs  that  can  cut  steel,     stoic  statues,    pottery classes.

DEMETER:      soil-covered  hands,  smile  that  can  bloom  flowers,  skin  loved  by  the  sun,     being  the  mom-friend,    can  lift  you  and  your  friends,   flowers  kept  in  the  pockets  of  overalls,    takes  pride  in  their  beautiful  garden,   speaks  to  their  plants,  leaves  rustling  in  the  wind,   stalks  of  wheat,   picking  fruit,   greenhouses,    heart  as  strong  as  a  mountain,   values  simplicity,  daisies  dotted  across  a  collarbone,  curls  crowned  with  flowers,  folded  pile  of  sweaters  in  warm  hues,    pulling  out  fresh-baked  bread  out  of  the  oven  and  the  smell  wafting  through  the  air.

DIONYSUS:      drunk  shitposter,     on  their  sixth  glass  of  wine  before  you’ve  even  finished  your  second,   seductive  smirks,     untamed curls,       rich  fabrics  on  dark  skin,    sleek-furred  panthers,   theater  masks,   stage  productions, receiving  a  standing  ovation, rose  caught  between  their  teeth,     being  the  baby  of  the  bunch,     wild  parties  that  last  from  sundown  to  sunup,   creeping  vines,     inspiring  loyalty,     grand  opera  houses,  masquerade  balls,   rolls  of  film,    shattered  chandeliers  with  broken glass  scattered  across  the  wine-spilled  floor,   pouring  champagne  into  flutes,   lives  for  the   applause.

HEPHAESTUS:     the  calloused  hands  of  someone  who  knows  labor,      sweaty  brow,  flame  burning  in  their  eyes,    inventive  mind,   broad  shoulders,    steampunk  goggles,   nuts  and  bolts  stored  away  in  little  boxes,    ashes,   striking  a  match,     blueprints  for  future  projects,     fixing  up  a  busted  up  car  and  giving  it  cool  upgrades,   wrestles  with  bitterness,   work  boots  have  seen  better  years,   wrinkled  plaid  shirts,     iron  melted  in  blazing  fire,    huge  jackets,   crafting  masterpieces, grease-stained  overalls,    fascination  with  robotics,     pain  is  fuel,     stack  of  weaponry,     even  their  muscles  have  muscles.

HERA:       resting  bitch  face,     dressed  to  the  nines,   cows  grazing  on  a  pasture,   cool  rain,     loving  and  hating  fiercely,      hand  clutching  a  string  of  pearls,     large  chandelier  with  glittering  crystals,   plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  killing  off  their  sims,     romance  to  realism,     pictures  of  the  sky  while  flying  on  a  plane,     files  that  under  fuck  it,     downs  glasses  of  wine  as  they  relax  with  a  scented  bubble  bath  and  netflix,     like  their  selfie  or  you’re  grounded, knows  57  convenient  ways  to  murder  a  man,      dark  eyes  that  penetrate  your  soul,      marble  and  gold.

HERMES:     devil-may-care  smile,     always  up-to-date  on  the  latest  technology,      will  steal  your  french  fries,    does  it  for  the vine,     shitposter,     puts  googly  eyes  on  everything,     meme  hoarder,       long  drives  on  the  highway,        ma  and  pop  diners,     spontaneous  road  trips,       folded  maps,       fingers  dancing  across  the  keyboard  of  a  laptop,      shooting  hoops  on  the  basketball  court,      chatting  up  strangers  as  you  all  journey  to  your  own  destinations,    goes  jogging  in  the  morning,      mixes  redbull  with  coffee,      menace  on  april fool’s,        hoodies  and  sneakers.    

POSEIDON:     storm  with  skin,       colorful  coral  reefs,       waves  crashing  against  the  shore,       stroking  the  soft  fur  of  a  cat,       their  heart  pounding  as  their  horse’s  gentle  trot  speeds  into  a  gallop,      tousled  locks, clothes  smeared  with  paint,  owns  several  sketchbooks  yet  always  yearns  to  own  more,      leather  jackets,       fondness  for  diy  projects, handwriting  that  flows  across  the  page,        nimble  fingers  playing  the  strings  of  a  violin,      velvety  singing  voice  that  haunts  your  dreams,      mood  as  ever-changing  as  the  sea,      the  roar  of  a  motorcycle,      compass  with  a  spinning arrow.

ZEUS:     thunder  in  their  heart,    running  on  coffee,     flash  of  lightning,     natural charisma,   eloquence,     badass  in  a  nice  suit,    aficionado  of  history,     force of nature,  lenny  face,     nightmare-filled  nights,   proud  arm  around  their  lover’s  waist,   high-rise  buildings,     planes  soaring  through  a  cloudless  sky,      technician  on  the  piano,     maintains  order,     strong  handshake,     juggling  multiple  events  on  their  busy  schedule  with  ease,   expensive watch.

[wildgirlcinna]

Types of People : The Greek Gods | Cinnabar Toast

Aphrodite: laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, thrives on attention, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, your girlfriend thinks they’re attractive, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger    

Apollo: glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of Wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account

Ares: armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell may have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath

Artemis: keen senses of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting its target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling

Athena: discerning gaze, unreadable face, the patience of a life-long teacher, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, go-getter, balls of wool displayed on shelves, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes  

Demeter: soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom friend, can lift you and all of your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air

Dionysus: drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause

Hephaestus: the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders,steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted by blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles

Hera: resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold

Hermes: devil-may-care smile, ink-stained hands, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes red bull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers    

Poseidon: storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, the sea casting its spell, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow

Zeus: thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, pretends that they don’t have feelings but they do, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with apparent ease, most likely to be voted class president out of their peers, expensive watch, like a boss

Tagged by: @bekizine & @lady-of-crowns

Tagging whoever else wants to do it!

Screenshot courtesy of the wonderful sweetheart catteman Riku Fujiwara of Faerie (he doesn’t have a tumblr), who was kind enough to let me pose for him in Eureka.

[thewritingmage]

Ventilation Mishaps

Hiya! This fic is part of the Wolf 359 Reverse Big Bang! My artist was @aspectnotarized and their art is pretty awesome! So I totally suggest you check out their tumblr!

Plus this project was so much fun so thanks to the @w359reversebang mods for organizing and hosting everything! They’re amazing!

Note: I tried, I hope I did okay at the very least. 

Fandom: Wolf 359

Words: 3,205

Summary:  When Eiffel woke up this morning, all he wanted was to do was escape Minkowski's Quarterly Annual Talent Show. He did not mean to fall into a secret room, find creepy crawlies with too many eyes, and secrets that decided to change the way he sees their resident scientist.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14709791

           “Hello Dear Listeners! This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel. It’s day 525 of the Hephaestus Mission. And I am in the ventilation shafts.” Eiffel said, faux chirpy attitude in his voice. “A ventilation shaft that I’m pretty sure just loves me.”

          At that snarky remark, Eiffel dipped head first into a slanting vent. With a yelp, he proceeded to crash straight into a silver wall. A resounding bang left his ears in ringing pain. He sat up as much as he could in the enclosed space, rubbing at his head in agony.

          “Ouch, fuck. That’s gonna leave a bruise. A goddamn painful bruise but I will still be avoiding our very own Dr. Jekyll when this all cools over. Back to what I was saying beforehand, Dear Listeners. Today is day 525 and it is a day I cannot wait for to be over.” After adjustments to the mic, Eiffel got back down on his stomach. He crawled in the only direction the vent allowed him to.

          He grunted with the effort to pull himself through the dust covered vents. Another turn in the shafts came up. Eiffel groaned at the sight of it.

          “Well, we’re having one of those days at the station. A very very bad one. I mean, every day is a good day with me around, I am the epitome of the days around here. However, today is one of the days that I stay indoors, don’t need to get caught outdoors in a storm, am I right?”

          A soft chime played in the headphones that circled his neck. Eiffel froze, eyes wide in fear as the one voice he was avoiding came through.

          “Crew of the Hephaestus, this is Commander Minkowski. As I know that you are all keenly aware, it is time for our quarterly talent show. You all know that I am aware that you know it is mandatory to come. Since no one was in the cargo bay, I do hope none of you are hiding out right now but are all getting ready for the talent show.” One and only commander of the crew cleared her throat. “So, as I stand in the coms room, to which I hope I just missed you Eiffel, I better not find anyone hiding out in the storeroom or any laboratory.”

          “Ha! Storeroom idea was denied!” Eiffel crowed his success.

           “I hope to see both of you down in here the cargo bay in twenty minutes. If not, I will hunt you down.” Minkowski finished her monologue threat with a click of the PA chimes.

          “Anarchist.” Eiffel mumbled under his breath as he started to move forward again.

          Another slant in the vent came up and Eiffel guffawed at the vent. He tsked a finger at it. He twisted around till he had his feet going down first, not wanting to get caught in that trick again. A ping went through his headphones as he slid down the vent, feet steadied him as he arrived in an open area. Eiffel made a noncommittal noise when a thought came across him.

          “I wonder where our resident evil scientist is even doing today, dear Listeners.”

          A crackle of static burst sharply in the headset, making the man wearing them cringe.

          “Eiffel, are you there?” Russian accent pierced through the otherwise silent vent.

          “Speak of the devil and he shall appear! Hilbert! How’s it going, Doc? Chewing any carrots today?” Eiffel joked as he sat down in the open space.

          “Eiffel, there is no carrots on station. I could not have been eating carrots today.” Hilbert answered, confused.

          The only communications officer on board leant into his palm, “Never mind. What’s up, Doc?”

          The sound of clinking glass echoed through the headphones, “I have come up with solution to our ‘Talent Show’ situation.”

          Eiffel hummed in acknowledgement, a hand snuck into his side pocket as he pulled out a bag. He popped a cigarette candy into his mouth and leaned back against the wall. Hilbert continued, “Give me moment, Eiffel. I need to be precise with this.” A fizzing sound made Eiffel pause on the biting of his candy.

          “Woah, woah. What exactly are you doing?” Eiffel asked.

          “It has been while but I remember I have degree in biochemistry. A handy degree in my experiment today.” Hilbert said, clinking of glasses clear through the headset microphone. “I have decided to make a narcotic and sedative, very powerful.”

          The human in the vent shaft rubbed his forehead, eyes closed and mouth set in a line. “Doc, you know we have gone over this. You don’t need to go all evil scientist on us yet.”

          Hilbert only chuckled at that, the sound of pressure being closed off let Eiffel know the Russian had sealed his fate. Eiffel sighed. He peered down at one of the three entrances that lead into darkness. “Okay Captain Nemo, I gotta go before I’m forced into the Temple of Doom.”

          Hilbert hummed into his mic, “I have completed sedation anyways, I will report later results.” The buzzer ended the conversation.

          “Well, I can’t wait to see that result. For now, we need to get to a better hidey spot. Which shall it be? Creepy dusty shaft number one, darkness looming shaft number two, or definitely-not-hotel-cleaned shaft number three!” Eiffel gestured in a grand sweeping motion as he announced into his recording.

          Only the creaking of the Hephaestus answered the communications officer. He swung his flashlight towards the middle. Grimacing at the darkness that led ahead,

          “We have a winner! Shaft number two is our winner! Come along, Listeners. We shall go on a very dirty adventure.” Eiffel said, flamboyance gone as he got to his hands and knees.

          Flashlight and recording device his sole companions in the darkness.

          It was a brisk twenty minutes later, when Eiffel once again ran head first into a dead end. His flashlight clattered to the floor that made him freeze as the sound echoed throughout the distant ventilation system. He didn’t move for a few seconds before he scrambled to grab the flashlight. He held it close to his chest as a ding of his coms lit up his earphones. As he straightened up, his head set fell, the only man around reached for it as the voice of their resident scientist spoke.

          “Eiffel? Eiffel, are you there? Complications have arisen!” Hilbert's frantic voice rose through the speakers.

          Eiffel scrambled to get the headset. His flashlight bobbed against the grey. His hands skimmed over the receiving end of the com before they grabbed it. He clutched at it as a loud creak groaned under him, he held his breath as the creaking began to settle into a low moan before it went silent.

          “That doesn’t sound good. Okay, if I just reach slowly across…” A deep groan reverted throughout the area, Eiffel stood still. Took a slow breath…and shot his hand out, grabbed the headset, and curled up till the groaning stop. Everything settled. “Okay, Listeners, I think everything is under control...gotta check on Hilbert.”

          The buzzer broke through the silence. “Eiffel. This is urgent!”

          A second voice came on the coms as Eiffel placed the headset around his neck, volume jacked up. “Hiiilbert. Where did you gooo?”

          A frantic whimper echoed, “This is an ur-zzzzz-atter! I need emergen-zzzzz-ack up-zzzz-”

          The communications officer looked down at the headphones, confusion across his face. He tweaked the small signal booster. “What? Doc I can’t hear you. Something is blocking the signal-”

          Creaaaaak.

          Eiffel’s eyes widen.

          Crack!

          His mouth gaped as a crack in the vent broke in front of him.

          Bang!

With a snap forward, Eiffel flew into darkness.

          God, why was it so dark? Eiffel thought as pain hit him. He blearily opened his eyes, trying and failing to find any good light source in front of him. Blackness circled him. He shut his eyes again as a weight on top of him gained his awareness. He sat up, pieces of metal fell of him into piles on the floor. Squinted eyes caught a beam of light, he turned and pushed off pieces of vent from the torch.

          “Why the hell is there so much gravity here….” Eiffel mumbled as he got up.

          He raised his hand up to his ear, pressing lightly on it as he spoke. “Hera? You there?”

          Only static responded to him. He frowned and tried again. “Hey Doc, are you receiving?”

          Static once again responded, “Goddamn it...well, Dear Listeners. You guys are the only ones listening in now. I’m going to explore and see how to get out or how to unblock this signal.”

          He swung his flashlight around, light illuminating a series of computer screens and lab tables in a surprisingly large room. The communications officer kicked a few stray metal pieces away. Curiosity made him wander towards the cabinets and lab tables covered in a thick layer of dust. With one finger he dragged it through the dust as he shined his light at the glass cabinets. Jars, full of floating specimens that he swears twitched at him, glinted back at him ominously.

           One jar in particular stood out. Coated in copious amounts of dust, he reached a hand out to pick up the jar. He tilted the light, a floating monstrosity sat in the liquid. Eiffel shuddered at the sight of it. A swish in the container made the human pull it closer to him for examination.

           “What are you-” In a blink of an eye, the spider-like creature turned a full one-eighty on him. A multitude of eyes stared as it attached itself to the glass in a loud thump. “HOLY SHI-” Glass crashed under his feet as Eiffel screeched. Instinct making him let go of the jar in fright.

           He scrambled away, flashlight aimed at the experiment. It only stared up at him, it’s dozen eyes blinking in unison at his paleness. It began to skitter to the down man before said human through his one and only flashlight at it with a scream of, “HELL NO, GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME, TOTO.”

           The thing hissed at him before it ran in the opposite direction, disappearing into the darkness that was of this mysterious room. Eiffel’s’ lungs shook at the effort to take in air, eyes focused on the flashlight a few feet away. If he concentrated, he could hear the skittering sounds of the spider.

           “Why spiders? Why couldn’t it be butterflies?” Eiffel grumbled as he stood a bit shakily. “I’ll just hope that incident is purged from my mind by tonight.”

           Eiffel secured his flashlight once more and turned away from the lab area. His attention shifted away to the outdated computers across the room. He quickly scooted around tables and headed towards them. Flashlight set down to face the console, Eiffel rubbed his hands together. “Now, now. What do we have here?”

           Brown eyes focused on the keyboard laid out. He cracked his knuckles and began. Typing in codes to wake up the computer. “Come on you hunk of junk, I want to know all your secrets.”

          A blue screen loaded. Text popped up: Computer start up? Y/N

          Eiffel scoffed, “Of course. Let’s enter the Matrix.”

          The screen booted up, several terminal screens lit up in unison. Brightening the room and catching the officer’s attention. All the screens showed logs that had been previously recorded. They glowed red, dates labeled upon them. “This…. this is weird. There are audio logs on this computer. I’m clicking on this first one, oldest it seems. Blast from the past, volume one. Here we go.”

          Click

          Static popped and a voice, loud and clear, came through.

         “Hephaestus Station. Captain Isabel Lovelace here.”

          Her somber tone made chills crawl up Eiffel’s spine. A terrible gut feeling awoke in him, something wasn’t going to go right.

          Four logs.

          Four logs with loss of crew, sickness, and oddities that could and did boggle the mind.

          Eiffel didn’t know what to say.

           Eiffel breathed. “Two more logs, Listeners. Two more.” He raised his eyes at the original screen. “Volume five of these accursed logs. I swear this is worse than opening that Ark.”

          Click

          “Captain's Log. U.S.S. Hephaestus Station. Final entry.” Her voice held no room for cowardice or weakness, it stood firm with malice. “Run and hide. That's all I have to say to you. Run. And. Hide. Because I'm coming for all you bastards. You probably thought you'd never see me again. You thought if you just left us up here you could forget all about us. Out of sight, out of mind, huh? Jokes on you. You bastards killed most of my crew, but I'm still alive, and Dr. Selberg is still alive, and we have a way to get off this tin can. It's taken months, but we found a way. It's not gonna be pretty. It's not gonna be fast. But we'll make it back to Earth, and the first thing we're going to do as soon as we get home is find everyone involved in this sadistic little field-trip and make you pay. So, if you're listening to this: Run. And. Hide. Because by the time that I'm done you will feel more helpless and more alone than all the innocent people you've ever hurt. See you soon.”

          Eiffel stared at the screen. His mind a pot full of mixed reactions and confused thoughts. His mouth opened and closed. Never deciding one or the other. His voice caught. “Captain Lovelace. I hope to the goddamn heavens you’re out there. I hope you and Selberg have made it through all this shit.”

          He shook himself and faced the screen. He had to do this. He had to find out.

          He clicked the mouse. He tried to prepare himself.

          “C’mon Eiffel. Be the Yoda you were always meant to be.”

          It wasn’t working.

          The recording started to play.

          "This is Captain Lovelace of the USS Hepha-” A distant knocking interrupted the beginning of her speech. “It’s…. It’s open!”

           A new voice entered, lower and rougher to the ears, with an accent tinged on. A very familiar accented voice. “Captain? Is this a bad time?”

Eiffel’s jaw dropped. His mind racing at that voice. It couldn’t have been him.

          “No, no. You’re fine, Selberg. Just was trying to get some logs going. What’s going on?” Lovelace answered, a relief beneath her question.

          “Everything is ready. We can head downstairs when you are.” One sentence and Eiffel knew.

          Eiffel shook his head, backing away from the console with mutters that grew louder.  “No….no….no! It can’t be Hilbert! It can’t-”

          Suddenly the coms set around his neck buzzed to life. The voice of their only scientist crackled to life. “Eiffel! Please respond! Situation has gone critical and I am trapped!”

          Panic bloomed across his mind, he ripped the headset away from his neck and threw it as far as he could. It only bounced off the adjacent wall, still spewing static and Hilbert’s hails. Eiffel’s back hit his side of the wall. His mouth gaped, his lungs frozen. This couldn’t be...why would Hilbert be Selberg? How did he survive? Where is Lovelace?

          Thoughts raced through his head, crashing into one another without abandon. His view of their resident scientist tilting so hard on its axis, his vision blurred to the point that he slid down the wall. Hands coming up to hold his head as the dizziness rocked him.

          White light fizzled into existence, Eiffel was far too gone in his own head to notice. The two opaque blurs moved around the room, projected light particles trailing after them. They engaged each other in what could be conversation. The taller of the two sat down in a nonexistent chair, leaning her face up at the other. “Thank you, Dr. Selberg. This has been hard but I am glad you’re here.”

          “Can’t be….” Eiffel said, fetal form curled tighter into itself as the holographic recording played and the headset let out one last burst of Hilbert’s terrified scream.

The standing figure only inclined his head. “Always happy to be of assistance.”

          The room was buried in darkness, every inch dripped with inkiness. The barest of illuminations alighted the room. A dulling, white light cast itself over a huddle form in the corner. At a glance, the man looked frozen. As if death itself had touched him with the way his skin has turned pale from his natural darken skin. With hands over ears, the man tuned out the glitching figures by the console. One phrase in constant repetition.  

                                        “Always happy to be of assistance.”

          A multitude of instruments were scattered around the console. None of them the right ones to stop the broken line. Across the room, the only door was sealed tight. Marks and other tools scattered around it too. The door itself bore numerous dents and scratch marks but no mark or sign of a successful open entrance. Only dust particles floated in the air, disturbed by the only visitor.

          The line stuttered, only one syllable stuck like a broken record. Eiffel glanced up, mind already forming a plan to get the radio working. Realizing this was his chance since the signal was blocked no more. He reached beside himself, headset in hand, to grab a small tool. Quickly, he dismantled the headphone casing. He pulled wires out and cut few in half. The voice in the background gained more of its sentence.

                                                  “Always-Always….”

          Eiffel eyed the white obstructions, “Oh fuck off! You can’t come over and try to drag me to the Dark Side forever!” he yelled at the two white figures.

           The headphone sparked brightly as two wires were connected. A static laced voice broke through. Eiffel smiled as the signal became stronger. He pulled his knees closer to him as a shiver racked his body. He raised the headset further, ignoring the penetrating cold.

           “India-Golf-Niner-Niner, do you copy?” Eiffel said, heart beating fast.

          “Ei-zzz-el? Can you hear me-zzz-?” Hera’s sweet voice filtered through, Eiffel sighed in relief.

          “Yes! I copy! God, you do not know how nice it is to hear your voice, Hera.” Eiffel answered. “Could you open this damn door? Please?”

          Hera paused for a few moments before she answered. “Aren’t...you outside?”

           He looked baffled, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “No, I’m inside some room. It’s as big as the observatory.”

          Hera’s humming went a few octaves higher. “I’m going to get-get Minkowski… actually I’m going to get Hilbert because M-Minkowski is… a bit preoccupied.”

           “No!” Eiffel yelled, body jerking forward to stop a non-existent force. “I mean, don’t get Hilbert. Just...just help me find my way through the vents again?”

           “Of course, Officer Eiffel.” Hera said, a quiet tone set.

           “You’re the best. You know that, right?” Eiffel said as he got up and scooted around the figures who still stuttered.

           “I know.” Eiffel could practically hear the smirk in her tone as he searched for something tall enough.

           “Thanks, Hera.” Eiffel mumbled before he exclaimed a happy sound when he found something for the perfect height.

           Hera spoke with quirk of fondness as Selberg’s repeated mantra broke. “I’m always happy to be of assistance, Officer Eiffel.”

                                                       - Le Fini -

[vcloudbreaker]

Olympian Aesthetics: Lesti

APHRODITE: laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO:  glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of Wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath,shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked,arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account

ARES: armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children,gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots,boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses,curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS:  keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree,running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling

ATHENA: discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger,armour that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes

DEMETER: soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air

DIONYSUS: drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth,being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines,inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause

HEPHAESTUS: the calloused hands of someone who knows labour, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles

HERA: resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold

HERMES:  devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers

POSEIDON: storm with skin, colourful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow

ZEUS: thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face,nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist (if the female version is glomping and hanging off his shoulders or hugging him from behind in the saddle) , high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch

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[to-worship-hera]

Hera, please help

i love you too :) what's awhhh? it's okay :) [name] is worth it i mean, i liked talking to you too ooooof :( i don't want you to be jealous i did have a moment of like i guess that doesn't help with the jealousy at all hm

okay i figured up my follow up question so we talked like 1:3 or 1:4 ratio of work:[me] except with a term maybe then it becomes like 5:6 or whatever, a bit less than half so like ~6 hours over 3 days, or ~4 hours over 5 days with routine 1 term = 10*18 = 180 = uhh i guess 1 game? but if not during a term then like.... it's like 5 hours a week = 36 weeks or basically a year to make 1 game given that we don't have terms like last term unless we pull some shenanigans

(1) are you ok with rate of like 1 game a year (2) do you want us to find a term in the next ~3 years ah like when i'm in [country] like you would not go to [country] that makes sense protect lungs <3 (y) i forgots yeah but i forgots

ah so then it is like COMPLETELY up to you like no [me] to distract you at all not even to cook for her or help her with math so if you come out with nothing, that will be COMPLETELY your own fault and i will have so much relief that i don't suck for you :P jk mmkay

are you sure you can pull off 1:3 or 1:4 on the weekends when working like what would stop you from playing games with me allllllll weekend your own self control?

??? but if i work 10 hours a day that's like 1 prepare/commute + 10 work + .5 commute back + .5 sitting around + .5 getting ready for bed + 9 sleep (honestly i wish for 10.5 lol) so 2.5 hours assuming i eat everyyy meal at work i mean like let's say a [you] spends 2 hours with [me] a day but no meals would that be enough where on the weekends you'd work for 5 hours? :O what is "not enjoyable 2 hours with [me]" :O :O :O :O :O :O :O :O :O is this enjoyable is like when do you not have my full attention? huh i would consider that Not Spending Time Together at all hmmm interesting

this is interesting because like as per the schedule 1 prepare/commute + 10 work + .5 commute back + .5 sitting around + .5 getting ready for bed + 9 sleep (btw thanks for letting me rest my very sore throat) ^ 2.5 is very short like if i shower that day it becomes 1.75 if i call my parents that day it becomes 1 if i decide to write for like 3 hours like i sometimes do then there goes the whole time + maybe some sleep from the next day i guess i have 2.5 hours and i decide whether to spend it on you or like LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE IN MY LIFE :O :O :O :O

omg i hope i like my traps :( it would really suck to have 2.5 hours of non-trap time if i hate my traps ? ???? what is this, Lazy Person Thinking? hm is right i can't really help my commute my love we will live HERE obviously ok i want divorce you can work at [company] i can say "my ex husband works at [company]" "that's why he's my ex husband" "[company] sucks" people will be like "good job getting out of that relationship!" "[company] sucks" hahaha </3

cool you'll have no commute i'll work wherever will take me :( so unemployable omg if i play with cats then like there are 2 hours if i play with cats every day, then 2 hours and only if i play with cats Very Efficiently RUN CATS RUN

trap :( school is better i guess i mean it makes us ravenous for air but like at least i can keep typing at 5am haha wow i will never be able to have a side project again

work by definition cannot be a side project SIDE ...fuck [company 2] you saw it coming ......... undertale style ellipses ....................... have you seen this it's cute PAPYRUSUSSSUSUUS so cute

okay i will work i guess and let you sleep good night my love :) that's all :) i guess like with an emoji you can't tell which smileys are sad (sad) :) (sad sad) :)

just like the world closing in on us between exceeding expectations + spending time with each other + having freedom to do things + travel + idk it's just like wow this is the Last Term Ever where i get to do things i like for more than amortized 4 hours a day i should start using it better :) (sad) :) why are you sorry

you know what i am SO GLAD ABOUT thanks to the money thing earlier i haven't hung out with anyone i'm like really REALLY glad i do not hang out with people because that time really does feel wasted after idk praise :) you're great

but :O this is the Last Term Ever where i get to do things i like for more than amortized 4 hours a day ? what you mumbled yeah i heard "rethink drafts?" what draft picks :O like the things i'm writing? like don't go into a trap? DIE POOR get a good trap? that's kind of the trap's choice not mine traps are traps are traps my love

i am really sad like [name 2] and [name] and [name 3] and they all seem like they genuinely like the topic they do like i'm sure they have various frustrations with their actual job but they have like a TOPIC to work on that they are passionate about [topic] [topic 2] [topic 3]

i've never loved anything that much but you like to enjoy something beyond the tumblr rush you know like a class is basically [number] weeks tumblr rush + [number 2] weeks finishing the term lol like i like: coding but only non-scalable frontend soc animated films but only cute ones intl security as a way to think about the larger world greek gods writing but only low stakes teaching but only sections basically just that yeah uhm civ? cats? uhm like all these things a solid bunch but none consistently even celebrities, not that consistent it's like i have a top limit on how much i can love a thing that is not a person who can have dreams and expectations :O how do i pick a trap WHAT that's like on my other list of things i hate :)

hate ml math probability research physics lecturing big groups betraying my kind spanish philosophy group projects

that reminds me at some point i would like to ask [name 4] like "what is consensus decision making again?" like how does it work do people just talk until they convince everyone to be a consensus do you vote i feel like during our project i learned like what was NOT consensus decision making or like how easy it is to pretend you have consensus decision making by simply not making any decisions how does it work??? pls advise (that's what i would tell him) he would probably appreciate right? would he be like :O you learned nothing or :D you are still thinking about these experiences that's good

damn life was easier when i used to think that if i got tired of Everything In The World i could come back and be a [job] now i'm like hmm without that as an option i'm lost {waves arms} (sad) :) you should go to sleep my love

? [me] is luckiest girl

good night love you? writing but only low stakes ???????? that's high stakes low stakes is like

here is a poem about how sad i am i am sad heh

if i were a cat i would be a sad cat meow meow heh

i basically like making you laugh :) ty "low quality hanging out" mmkay i love you yeah hahah but is bright get a scarf and your covers