#piper's ask box

[your-friendly-neighbourh00d-fag]

your hcs have intrigued me immensely and i would also like to know about funkobra if its not too much trouble :]

'if it's not too much trouble' babygirl i am literally in love with you shut up

ghoul is Never Ever Ever Ever Allowed to drive Python [kobra's bike]. well, he's not allowed to drive the Am either, but kobra enforces the rule so much harder than party. its fine though, ghoul likes riding with his arms around kobra's waist anyway :) [< oneshot idea hello.]

kobra's such a simp, like when ghoul puts even the teeniest tiniest effort into how he looks [even just like. cleaning the grease and sand and blood off his face] kobra's like. oh. hi. hello. who is this beautiful person i see. and incredibly embarrasses himself blushing. god forbid ghoul puts on eyeshadow, kobra'd DIE

one time they tried to bake together. the oven blew up.

they like watching the stars on the roof above the diner

ghoul has nightmares a lot, and kobra often wakes up in the middle of the night to find him crying, so kobra has to comfort him. usually the best way to fix it is to just hug him really really bone crushingly tight until he falls back asleep.

that's also why they never sleep in the dark, there's always a few candles on, or the blinds open so the stars light up the room

ghoul's really religious, but kobra and the witch are tight, which makes for some... interesting dynamics. ghoul's all 'kobra you have to respect her!!!' "if you're praying tell that bitch to stop resurrecting party on witchfucker wednesday"

kobra has a tattoo gun, and he's always adding ones for ghoul. the most recent ones, he got all their joy symbols done down his collarbone. kobra kisses those.

they make dumb bets all the time, like 'if this coin flip lands heads then i get all your rations for a week' "if you dont clear this jump you have to sleep outside tonight" and then jet has to come in and be like. no no. you don't get to starve eachother just because you lost a bet. you dont have to commit to the bit that hard.

kobra teaches ghoul to read, but he still likes kobra reading to him best

ghoul will only ever use petnames in spanish [i read in a fic somewhere that he was half spanish and i love that so much and now its canon to me] like, he'll never say babe or sweetheart or anything, only hermoso and los querido and mi corazon

ghoul loves bright colours and stuff, so he has a bunch of necklaces and beaded bracelets and stuff that kobra made him which he wears everywhere, even if they're under his shirt or whatever and you can't seen them. his favourite one's red and yellow.

kobra def gets really avoidant when he's anxious, and he just closes himself off from everyone, getting into a 'what if they all secretly hate me' mindset. ghoul always has to remind him no :( i dont hate you :(

they find an abandonded tin of nitrous and try to make ice cream one time, it actually works out better than they expected. buuuut then the girl gets sad because IT'S SO GOOD WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S NO MORE

one time ghoul //accidentally// left his bomb wip in their room. he slept in the diner booths for a week after that.

when ghoul started dressing more fem, kobra was GONE. like party has had to leave the room several times because the staring was getting embarrassing. kobra kid simp agenda!!!! im so serious!!!

:D it is literally. eleven thirty so i need to Stop but !!!! the sillies ! !!!

[the-lavender-clown]

Because of the latest gladiator pit he was thrown in before finally tracking Sonic's location, I bet Knuckles isn't the biggest fan of casinos, which is something I wish was addressed in the show when he and the Whipples went to Reno (Tails is the only one he trusts with gambling because there's a racing game where he says he's banned from a casino-esque location for counting cards)

I agree with that! I can see him displaying a tough and maybe even nonchalant attitude (he cannot show weakness) but at the same time his is constantly vigilant, looking for anyone who could possibly be an enemy, a potential trap, any sneakily hidden doorways leading to anything more nefarious attractions besides these tables and machines of slots

I always think that Tails would be the only one to put together his unease and where it stems from since he’s the only one with an actual idea/vague knowledge of Knuckles’ backstory after his tribe’s death and do what he could to get his mind off of it and get to a “safe place” like a sitting room or lounge where they can just eat and wait. Or even convince everyone to go home. That would boost the trust he has in Tails when it comes to casino like environments

[rasoyas]

11, 3, 2 and 13 for the simblr asks <3

thank you for sending me these, berrybean!!! 🫶😘 i aspire to your level of ingenuity when it comes to building and presentation every day! 😘

2. how would you describe your style?

desperately trying to capture @buglaur's aesthetique. jfkghfgj no but i would say i'm much more maxis mix than i ever have been before: i finally let go of my chisami pore blush that i used to smack on every sim, and now i only use alpha brows, eyes, and waterliner. i've wanted to start mixing in some alpha hair, but my mxao doesn't like them and i'm addicted to mxao shadows 😵 i'm pure maxis match on clothes nowadays, though, and have been challenging myself to use less cc and more EA content in my sims wardrobes!

3. what is your favorite challenge?

honestly?? i’m still so so attached to the joy of life legacy by our dear @simelune!! i watched her post abt her ideas and formulate and draft the entire thing through her dash posts, so i have an extra ounce of love for it and the kruegers will always be my comfort fam 🫶 gave me some of the best gameplay i’ve ever experienced!! i haven’t seen anyone mention em but my lovely fangs @hauntedtrait has some of the most unique CAS challenges and i absolutely adore them! special mention for kari @aniraklova’s edgewave - not a challenge per se, but a wonderful prompt and so much love is poured into everything she does!

11. how do you edit your photos?

i’m ngl y’all, i drag them from “gshade screens”, plop the smart object into frame, resize em… and save 💀 i rarely do any color editing/balancing or overlays, shading, etc. relight and my gshade do the heavy lifting — piper & flux’s gameplay has inspired me to do more with psds and cut-outs, but i have a very limited amount of time to edit and play between work and home life, so i really don’t do shit fjdjfjdj

13. what do you do when you are unmotivated?

crash tf out. dhakfjd no but genuinely, my depression and anxiety tend to have a major effect on my simming, with life piled on top it can get even worse 💀 i tend to move away from the sims 4 and give my brain a lil cleanse: i play ts3 or ts2 for the legit gameplay and do whatever i’d like! that or i delve into a show and let it infest my hyperfixation corner for a little: i’m actually rewatching star wars rebels rn 🫶

[queenjunothegreat]

when the tentative Piper and Jason friendship founded on caring about Leo is strengthened by both of then having beef with Percy Jackson. The 2 most important things: cherishing loved ones and being a Hater.

In my mind Jason doesn't even know why they hate Percy at first. Like he wakes up from his little brick nap and Piper is like "We hate Percy Jackson now" and he's just like "Got it boss o7"

[st4rry4543]

I hope theres a mechanic in act 2 where it signals if piper is right above or near you

Otherwise im leaving the second she jumpscares me

Also, how scary will act 2 be compared to act 1? Better not be a big difference

When i was new i was playing with my best friend, and during the hopscotch and apples part i was shaking 💔 it was because she kept screaming okay

YES BRO! My best guess is that she was gonna attack from the vents or something so I felt the should highlight where she is for a couple of seconds like a mini game?

As for how scary it'll be, I'm agreeing w/ you on that one.

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

JAMES IS BACK

OMGOMGOMG /pos

[totaleclipse573]

*SLAMS HANDS ON THE TABLE* EVELYN HAS A DAUGHTER. BLAKE HAS A NEICE!!!!

Tell me about her! :D (Blake is going to spoil her rotten.)

YEAH SHEBSJVSJD

So her name is Piper! She’s near adult age and is a competitive extreme gear racer. She has all the confidence and sass of her mother, maybe even amplified. Also she loves to steal stuff. On a level that Rouge would be proud of 😭😭 In this au, she’s “considered” a villain! (In quotation marks bc compared to other villains, all Piper really does is commit small crimes every now and then.) She competes with Dagger in terms of “how many laws can I break this week.”

”Gaslight gatekeep girlboss” is her. She is that phrase. Also her and Orion. Uh. Yeah they’re basically continuing whatever petty rivalry Starline and Evelyn had XD

Her other parent is Wave, but she doesn’t know that. Evelyn has raised her her whole life.

With her personality and actions in mind I think Blake would love her shsvsjdbdj

[skiesuconn]

daydreams of us

paige bueckers & azzi fudd

യ notes: hey beautiful people, before you wonder where 'fireflies of virginia' is, don't worry — it's still in the making. this little piece just came to me over breakfast. i'd love to hear what you think. it feels like younger pazzi to me, but i'll leave that for you to decide.

wishing you a sweet read.

there might be a part 2

the lake exhales a lazy hush against the dock pilings while a crimson‑gold dusk unfurls over the bueckers’ cabin, painting the pine tops like burnt sugar. supper smoke still hangs sweet in the air—charred bratwurst, maple‑kissed corn—blurring at the edges like a half‑remembered dream. the minnesota heat finally loosens its grip, swapping noon’s heavy breath for a velvet evening pulse fired with cricket chatter.

paige pads across the clearing, arms stacked with split birch that smells of winter fireplaces and childhood win streaks. splinters braid into her palms, but she barely feels them; ritual keeps her weightless. behind her, drew carts the smaller slivers, tongue poked out in fierce concentration, every step a promise he’ll carry more next year. their dad, bob, leans on the porch rail—calloused thumbs hooked in belt loops, face lit by the warm bruise of sunset—quietly clocking the same tradition replay in softer focus.

azzi claims a patch of grass by the pit, legs folded beneath her like a prayer. camp‑smoke curls through her curls, haloing sweat‑kissed freckles the minnesota fair left behind. paige drops the logs, settles beside her; their knees knock, then stay—tiny frontier staked between worlds. azzi’s jean shorts brush paige’s bare shin, leaving a spark that feels louder than drew’s metal tongs clanging in the background.

bob clears his throat, voice low. “azzi, wanna start the fire?”

azzi glances sideways. paige is already grinning that reckless toothy grin,  azzi rolls her eyes, snatches the matchbook. “of course”

she crumples last year’s sports page—paige’s stat line circled in neon highlighter—and tucks it under the birch. one flick, sulfur bloom, and the paper sighs into flame. azzi shields the newborn blaze, coaxing it the way she coaxes timid freshmen at open gyms: gentle, certain, patient. flames ladder up bark, licking resin until it pops like tiny applause.

drew whoops. “chef’s kiss, azzi!”

bob chuckles, pride rumbling in the timber of his chest.

paige slips a hand to azzi’s thigh, squeezes—a silent attagirl—thumb tracing slow circles just north of denim seam. heat isn’t only in the fire; it’s pulsing where their skin meets, an ember neither quite knows how to bank. azzi’s shoulders soften; she tosses paige a sidelong beam, equal parts smug and shy, and the moment hangs syrup‑thick in the twilight.

above them, the first stars blink awake, like scoreboard lights waiting for tip. somewhere in the treeline an owl asks its eternal question, but for once paige doesn’t need an answer. the fire crackles, marshmallows wait their turn, and she’s certain—down to the woodsmoke buried under her nails—that this is the kind of win that never makes the box score but fills every column just the same.

evening slips toward nightfall, fire popping soft punctuation into the hush. smoke swirls like a half‑remembered hymn while conversation ambles—loose shoes on gravel—between stories that matter and ones that just feel good on the tongue.

bob nudges a cedar log with his boot. “told azzi yet how you used to call cinnamon ‘simmanin’ till, what, eighth grade?”

paige groans, cheeks warming bronze on bronze. “dad, c’mon.”

azzi snorts, curls bouncing. “sim‑ma‑nin? that’s adorable.”

bob’s weathered grin widens. “she’d stand on the kitchen stool, fistful of toast, and swear she’d never need to say it right to make the shot.”

“accuracy over articulation,” paige mutters, tossing a pebble into the flames. it sparks like a tiny meteor.

bob isn’t done. “or the kindergarten talent show—she tried reciting ‘peter piper’? turned into ‘pader paper picked a peck’—”

azzi’s laughter cracks open the night, bright and honest. paige tries a scowl; it melts just as quick.

finally she huffs, playful surrender. “okay, roast master, we need skewers. mission time.”

bob points with a graham cracker. “grab the stash by the tool shed. bring options.”

hand in hand, paige and azzi slip into the trees, giggles trailing like comet tails. the shed—a weather‑stained boot of a building—smells of sawdust, old campfires, carnival sugar somehow trapped in the grain. jars of nails line up like sleepy soldiers; a bundle of roasting sticks leans in the corner, still perfumed with last summer’s molten marshmallows.

paige rifles through sizes, explaining each like draft picks: “jumbo reach for s’more hogs… sharpshooters for some caramelization…”

but azzi isn’t listening to any of that. her gaze maps the freckles blooming on paige’s sun‑kissed cheeks, the faint tan line ghosting beneath her collar. late light drips amber down paige’s throat; every shadow feels like a secret directory azzi suddenly needs to memorize.

paige glances up, caught. “az, which one?”

azzi steps into her space, heartbeat sure. “this one.” she fists paige’s hoodie, pulls her in. lips meet—slow, wondering, then certain. paige’s hands slide under the hem of azzi’s tee, palms settling on the curve of denim and warmth. azzi laughs into the kiss, breath hitching like a guitar string.

wood creaks, dust motes waltz. time forgets itself for a dozen heartbeats.

when they part, paige’s grin is wobblier than a calf on ice. “i like that one.”

azzi shoves her gently, mock‑exasperated. “go pick an actual stick, lovergirl.” she steps out into twilight, pulse drumming a victory march.

back fireside, bob raises an eyebrow. “what took you girls so long?”

azzi bites her lip, shoulders hitching. paige tosses a shrug. “azzi’s… a bit indecisive.”

she glances down—empty‑handed. realization sparks redder than the coals. “oh shoot.” she pivots, jogging toward the shed, hair flying like a white‑gold banner.

azzi’s laughter chases her. drew watches over the rim of his soda can, smirk borderline criminal. fire pops again, as if in on the joke, and the night settles back into its slow, sweet simmer—stories, smoke, and the secret taste of cotton‑candy kisses no one will spell out loud.

the fire has collapsed to a red‑eyed hush, coals winking like tired satellites beneath a lattice of ash. night presses velvet to the clearing; every cricket note feels hand‑picked by the moon. azzi nudges a charred husk of corn away from her plate, nose scrunching. “i love you, but marshmallows and corn is a crime.”

paige grins, skewers a gooey cloud, smashes it against the buttery kernels, and brandishes the mess. “open up, taste‑bud coward.”

azzi’s protest is swallowed—literally—as paige gentle‑but‑force‑feeds the concoction. sugar crashes into salt, silk into crunch. azzi’s eyes flare wide. “okay, betrayal never tasted so good.”

“knew it,” paige gloats, sticky victory dimpling her cheeks.

bob stands, joints creaking like old stadium bleachers. “bedtime for the elder league. douse the fire before you crash.”

“night, dad,” paige calls. azzi echoes a soft goodnight. drew lumbers over, hugs his sister, then wraps azzi in a hold that lingers a beat too long—sincere and a little star‑struck. azzi ruffles his curls. “sleep tight, pookie.”

paige fakes offense. “i’m not your pookie?”

azzi only smirks, the answer simmering unspoken.

once footsteps fade into cabin wood‑groans, the girls stretch on the grass, the world tilting so the stars slide right into their pockets. azzi’s calves drape over paige’s thighs, her head pillowed on paige’s arm; their breathing syncs, slow tide on moonlit grass.

they’re laying sideways, tangled — azzi’s calf draped lazy over paige’s thigh, toes brushing the worn fabric of paige’s shorts.

paige tries — she really tries — to count the freckles scattered under azzi’s eyes, but she keeps getting wrecked by the curve of azzi’s mouth, pink and tilted into a slow, private smile.

her stomach flips. hard.

"hey," paige mutters, voice cracking like cheap vinyl.

"can you make pancakes tomorrow? drew’s been begging."

azzi laughs low in her throat, so soft paige feels it before she hears it.

she leans in, presses a quick kiss against paige’s cheek, lips featherlight and stupidly warm.

"of course," azzi mumbles, brushing her nose against paige’s.

paige watches her — the curl falling across her forehead, the shine in her eyes, the way her tank top shifts with every slow breath — and she just… says it.

"he’s been looking at you like a role model, you know," paige says, thumb brushing absent shapes into azzi’s hipbone.

azzi pulls back just enough to blink at her.

"really?"

"oh yeah," paige grins. "he’s been asking about you all summer. you’re basically his whole personality now."

azzi’s smile turns crooked, shy but proud.

"he thinks he’s your number one fan," paige adds, voice teasing-soft, "but, like... you know that ain’t true."

azzi’s eyes spark, playful.

"jealous of a kid, bueckers?"

paige snorts, feels herself flush under the weight of azzi’s gaze — the way it sticks, heavy and sure.

azzi leans in, thumb hooking into the loose collar of paige’s hoodie, pulling her closer until their mouths brush — soft, slow, devastating.

paige catches the tiny moan that slips out of azzi, swallows it between smiling lips.

her fingers find azzi’s curls, loose and damp with night mist, twirling them lazily around her knuckles — holding her there like she’s something fragile, precious, real.

paige exhales a strand of hair off azzi’s brow. “why are you looking at me like that?” azzi murmurs.

“like what?”

“you know like what.”

“swear i don’t.”

“you so do.”

azzi shifts, the firelight brushing her eyes with a soft bronze glow. she bites her bottom lip—the soft click of teeth to skin—paige’s gaze drops, traction lost. azzi leans in first; paige meets her halfway. marshmallow‑sweet and hops‑bitter glide across tongues. a startled moan slips free, tiny and real.

paige breaks for air, thumb drawing worn-in paths across the warm stretch of azzi’s ribs. “this okay?”

azzi’s answer is to tug her closer, the meadow becoming a single heartbeat. paige’s hand slides beneath azzi’s white tee, fingers mapping the gentle rise of her stomach, the curve of her waist. azzi clutches paige’s shoulders, grounding herself in muscle and trust.

kisses trail south—jaw, throat, the tender dip where collarbone meets promise. vanilla lotion, bonfire smoke, and summer sweat weave a spell. paige nips azzi’s shoulder, earning a breathy laugh that tastes like victory on home court.

then azzi’s palm settles against paige’s cheek, halting the descent. “wait.”

brown‑blue eyes lock. cicadas pause, as if eavesdropping.

“we can’t do this here,” azzi whispers.

paige brushes her nose along azzi’s. “could.”

“shouldn’t,” azzi counters, smile curving. logic threaded with longing.

paige rolls off, offers her hand. “okay, lead the fast break.”

they stand up, grass seeds clinging to clothes. halfway to the porch, azzi gasps, “fire.”

“shoot.” paige pivots, snags the waiting bucket her dad stashed. she pours slow; water meets ember with a hiss like soda fizz, steam curling up to kiss her face. the last sparks die courteous and soft—fireflies bowing out.

she watches the smoke swirl, feels a small pride unfurl; lessons passed down in crackle and caution. then she sprints back, sneakers thumping hush‑heavy earth.

azzi’s silhouette waits by the doorframe, haloed in warm cabin light—safe harbor, open arms. paige slips inside, fingers laced with hers, door whispering shut behind them. outside, the lake catches starlight like scattered confetti; inside, two heartbeats learn a quieter rhythm—slow dribble, sure shot, summer night still stretching its promise long after the flames have gone to sleep.

[xoxorory]

Floaties, Heatwaves & Stolen Kisses !

POV: Fem!Reader (Cabin Counselor, Daughter of Aphrodite,though it's not specified!) Pairing: Lifeguard!Percy Jackson x Cabin Counselor!Fem!Reader Genre: Romance, humor, flirting, established relationship, fluff, suggestive comments, babysitting chaos Word Count: ~3000 words Tag list: @simpingmyassoff , @shootingstargirl2001 (if you want to be added,comment below! !) Warning:English isn't my first lenguage,enjoy ! ! ! a/n: I've been inactive for a long time . . . (I mean in posting fics LOL),hopefully i'm back

1. Melting Skies

The sun hung above Camp Half-Blood like some divine punishment. It wasn’t normal heat—it was godly. Like Hephaestus accidentally left his forge on, and now all of Long Island was preheating at 475°F.

I sat under a canopy near Hermes Cabin, fanning a group of sweaty, grumpy kids with a giant palm leaf.

“My shirt is sticking to my soul,” complained Caleb, a dramatic little son of Hecate.

“My face is melting,” added a girl, collapsing into the grass.

I was about to cry when I spotted salvation in swim trunks.

Percy Jackson. Lifeguard whistle, no shirt, water-slick curls, and that smug grin.

“Hot out here, princess?” he called.

I looked up, fanning myself. “What gave it away, seaweed brain?”

“I’ve got a plan,” he said, lifting a cooler and some floaties. “Lake day. I already got the okay from Chiron. We cool the kids off, and I don’t have to watch you melt.”

“Does your plan include bribing me with alone time and cold drinks?”

He walked up, leaned down, and whispered, “Only if you let me rub your shoulders later, princess.”

I blushed. Hard.

“Are you guys married?” asked a tiny Demeter girl out of nowhere.

“WHAT?” we both exclaimed.

“You look at each other like my mom and dad do before they kiss,” she added.

Percy grinned. “Not married. . . yet.”

I gave him the death glare. He just winked.

2. One,Two,Three. . .To the water, demigods!

Twenty minutes later, kids were splashing in the lake. Percy was up on his lifeguard stand looking like a water god, and I stood beside Piper and Leo on the dock, keeping watch.

“No pushing!” I shouted at the Hermes kids trying to body-surf.

Piper nudged me. “You know he’s been staring at you since you walked up, right?”

“Not my fault I look hot in shorts.”

“Not his fault he wants to marry you.”

I rolled my eyes—then Percy blew his whistle and waved me over.

“Hey, counselor,” he said. “Need help with floaties… and I think my back’s burning.”

“Sure you’re not just craving a little attention, love?”

He handed me the sunscreen. “Please. This is a life-threatening situation.”

I rolled my eyes and began rubbing the lotion onto his shoulders. He groaned softly.

“Did you just moan?” I teased.

“That was a restrained sigh of survival, princess.”

“From what, exactly?”

“You in shorts. Touching me. Acting like it’s nothing.”

I smirked, dragging my fingers just a little lower.

“What if I said I was doing it on purpose?”

“Then I’m filing a complaint with Aphrodite because her daughter’s trying to kill me.”

We were very into it when—

“Why is she rubbing you like that, Percy?”

Caleb. Again.

“Uh... sunscreen,” I said.

“She loves me,” Percy added smugly.

“Does love mean touching backs?”

“Only after curfew,” he muttered under his breath.

I smacked his arm.

3. Floaties, Flirting, & Chaos

The chaos continued—kids were flinging lake water, floaties were capsizing, Leo was making a raft out of juice boxes, and Percy kept diving into the water like some hero from Baywatch.

I sat with my legs in the water, letting the cool ripple against my calves. Percy joined me, his curls wet and clinging to his forehead, his smile soft.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he said.

“Hey,waterboy.”

“Thanks for today.”

“For wrangling demigod toddlers in the heat?”

“For that. And for being drop-dead gorgeous while doing it. And for not drowning me in the lake when I said we were married.”

“You're lucky you're cute.”

“I’m lucky I have you.”

He leaned in, his hand brushing my thigh just under the water.

“Pretty” he whispered, “I’m madly in love with you, and I want to kiss you properly.”

“You sure you won’t combust?”

“Only one way to find out.”

And then—

“EWWW! They’re gonna kiss!” someone shrieked.

“BOOOO!”

Percy groaned, resting his forehead on mine. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

“I told you,” I sighed, “we’re owed at least one uninterrupted kiss.”

“Princess, I swear, the first moment we’re alone—”

“I’m cashing in. With interest.”

4. Sunset & Soft Things

Finally, the little ones were back in their cabins, passed out from too much sun and sugar. The counselors retreated to their own corners of camp, and Percy tugged me toward the dock.

The lake shimmered in the golden-pink of sunset. It was quiet, warm, perfect.

“You ever think about the future?” I asked, curling into his side.

“All the time,” he murmured. “Usually with you in it. In every version.”

I looked up at him. “You’re dangerously romantic today.”

“I’m just in love with the most beautiful girl in the universe. Happens.”

“I’ll allow it.”

He turned to me, eyes serious now.

“I want more days like this. Chaos, floaties, tiny goblins interrupting our kisses... and you. Always you.”

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend again, seaweed boy?”

“No,” he said, smirking. “I’m reminding you that you’re mine. And I’m yours.”

And this time, when he kissed me?

No one interrupted.

[yeoldenews]

Today marks the 148th birthday of Will - the recipient of most of the letters from my "Rachel & Co." collection (a box of 1000+ absolutely delightful letters from the 1890s that I purchased at a flea market.)

Will shared his birthday with George Washington, which was a considerably more important holiday in the 1890s than it is now, and often (jokingly) complained about this fact.

On his 20th birthday, in 1897, Will received a letter from his friend Nell reassuring him of whose birthday she found more worthy of celebration:

"You ask which I think is more important – your birthday or that of George Washington. Yours, of course. There isn’t a shadow of a doubt in my mind, my good friend. We are going to celebrate George’s birthday here, instead of yours, for the reason, I suppose, that, as you say, the opinion of the common drabble is apt to be wrong and the herd have decided that George’s birthday is the greater event of the two."

The letter was sent with a box of homemade fudge - "Sweets to the Sweet" - Will responded "Sweets from the Sweet" in thanks - and a mysterious gift referred to only as "Mrs. Piper".

"I send along with this letter, a little birthday gift, in the form of “Mrs. Piper”. I hope you will love and cherish her and never use any slang before her, for she is a dear old lady and slang shocks her very muchly."

My best (wild) guess is that "Mrs. Piper" may have been an elf-on-the-shelf style rag doll sent to ensure Will behaved himself at college, but alas I fear her true nature may be lost to history.

[your-friendly-neighbourh00d-fag]

TALK TO ME ABOUT KOBRA KID

KISSING YOU RN HI!!!! IM GOIGN TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT KOBRA KID

ok so ive decided:

he has heterochromia

he loves old movies, dr d had a pile left older and ghoul fixed him up a dvd player. his favourites are romcoms and stuff from the eighties. he also likes the karate kid.

he’s SHIT at gunfights [idk if this is canon or not but anyway] he always always does hand to hand if its possible

he fixes up his bike [which he nicknames Python cause he’s cringe] with cool racing stripes and red paint and stuff to match his gun. ghoul helps.

he’s ftm. whatever i do with kobra in any au, he’s ftm. my brain glitches when i read fics where he isnt. trans kobra. can anyone hear me.

he makes bad luck beads for everyone. the girl joins in, putting cool charms on them all.

autism

^ specifically he’s really touch sensitive and noise sensitive, if he has a meltdown its usually because of the latter, but sometimes he literally refuses to wear a shirt because it Feels Wrong. also his sunglasses are for light sensitivity yes, but also to avoid eye contact.

he also sucks at binding, he’s so irresponsible. forgets to do stretches, wears it for too long, smokes with it on. it drives the others INSANE, and ghoul’s the only one who can get him to actually take care of it properly.

everyone shares his clothes.

he’s got a super good memory, probably eidetic if any of the killjoys knew what that meant. he knows so many random facts about before the world ended.

^ he also really likes learning history, whether its from old books that he finds around, or oral retellings from older ‘joys.

he used to braid his hair, and so now that he’s the only one with short hair, he does everyone elses.

he can do weird body tricks like bend his arm out really far and curl his tongue and stuff. it makes jet so mad [in a joking way] because how! how does he DO that!

he loves colourful things. he has a pile of charms and beaded bracelets and stuff that he either loops around his belt hooks or puts on his wrists.

he has a really good singing voice, secretly.

he’s the only one of the four that uses a single set of pronouns

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Happily Ever After

Summary: After losing the reader, Dean’s moved on with his life and made a home for himself with his new family so he’s more than surprised when he finds her in his house one night...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,200ish

Warnings: language, mention of death

A/N: Enjoy!

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“Hey,” you said, Dean freezing from where he stood in the kitchen. He turned around slowly, a formula bottle in one hand, a rag over his shoulder. “Been a hot minute. You uh, you look good. I like the beard.”

“Thanks. You’re dead,” he said. He dropped the bottle on the counter, grabbing a knife from the butcher block. You held up your hands, Dean over and on top of you, pushing you back against the wall. “Do not move.”

He sliced your arm and pulled you over to a cabinet, taking out a spray bottle and dousing your arm. He stared at you when nothing happened and suddenly he was picking you up into a squeezing hug. You laughed and he set you down, giving you a kiss.

“Daddy, Emily is crying,” said a little girl around four years old as she entered the kitchen. You both turned, Dean giving her a smile. 

“Okay, Piper,” said Dean. “Let’s get you back in bed.”

“Is that Y/N?” she asked as she looked at you. “I thought Daddy said you died.”

“Oh, no. You must have been confused,” said Dean, looking over to you when you heard a cry upstairs. “Y/N was away working was all. I’ll be right back.”

“So, you’re Piper?” you asked, the girl nodding and fixing her beer under her arm. “It’s pretty late. You want to head to bed?”

“You should hug daddy. He missed you,” she said.

“As soon as you’re in bed and Emily is taken care of, that is exactly what I’m gonna do,” you said.

“Okay. You carry me up?” she asked. You smiled and bent down, settling her on your hip. She put her head on your shoulder and was out like a light. You walked up the stairs, Dean rocking a baby in his arms in the hallway. He nodded towards a room and you put Piper to bed in it, Dean bouncing the baby gently back into the room across the hall. 

“She’s adorable,” you whispered.

“Want to hold her?” asked Dean, already putting her in your arms. She cooed and popped open and eye at you, quickly lolling her head back and snoring quietly. “Oh she’s smitten with you.”

You stared and he showed you how to put her down without waking her, Dean guiding you back down the hall and into a master bedroom.

“You really did it, went through with the adoption,” you said.

“It was our plan. I really wanted to be alone and miserable you know. I stayed at the bunker for a while,” he said. “Sam and Eileen were great. I just...I wanted you back but I promised I wouldn’t do something stupid so I didn’t. So I got angry and upset for a while. Drove around, wanted to get drunk, wanted to forget. Couldn’t do it though. I just kept hearing, you’re not supposed to drink when you’re upset. Your voice was in my head. Eventually, the pain faded some and I remember how we talked about a life after hunting. I went in looking for a baby when I found the girls.”

“Why’d you pick them?” you asked, sitting down on the bed.

“Parents died in a fire. Piper ran in and yelled at me that I couldn’t take her sister away from her. I could relate,” he chuckled. You patted the bed and he sat beside you, turning his head. “How are you here?”

“I woke up in a box and fell down to the floor. I didn’t take you for the fancy mausoleum type,” you said.

“I wanted someplace I could go talk to you,” he said. “Did you ever...hear anything when I was there?”

“I think so. It feels like a memory I can’t grab though. It’s like, I died at that cemetery and then I woke up. Everything’s okay down here, right?”

“As far as I know,” he said. “You just woke up out of the blue?”

“Yeah. I thought maybe you did something. I went to the bunker and then I came straight here,” you said.

“Sweetheart, I wanted to, I did. But I didn’t do this,” he said.

“I did,” said a voice out of the blue. You jumped and saw Adam, narrowing your eyes. “Michael at the moment.”

“You mean the dick,” you said.

“Once again, that was the other Michael that was a dick to you,” he sighed.

“You’re still a dick,” you mumbled.

“This dick just brought you back to life so you could say thanks,” he said.

“Why would you do that?” asked Dean.

“Because I’m a sweetheart underneath it all,” said Michael. Dean rolled his eyes and Michael shrugged. “Your kids are gonna be important. They need a mother.”

“I thought the world was safe,” you said.

“It is. Your daughters are going to be involved in something...global, is all. It’s important that they have two parents as the grow. They’ll be important to society.”

“If you hurt my kids, I swear-” said Dean, Michael holding up a hand.

“You gotta learn to look on the bright side, buddy. Not everything is bad,” said Michael. “If you want to handle it on your own, I can take her back.”

“No!” you both said, Michael nodding.

“That’s what I thought. Nothing nefarious so scooch along,” said Michael before he disappeared.

“What’s going to happen you think?” you asked. 

“No idea,” said Dean. “It doesn’t sound like it’ll be bad. Maybe they’ll do something good?”

“I sure hope so,” you said. “Either way I’m glad I’m back.”

“Me too. Can I get you anything?” he asked, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“Can I take a shower? I feel gross,” you said.

“Of course. Right in there,” he said, pointing at a door.

“Do you want to join me? Not like that, just…” you said. He stood and guided you into the bathroom, flicking on the light. “Dean Winchester. Who knew you had some interior designer in you.”

“I know you wanted a bathroom like this. Wait til you see the house in the day. It’s what we always talked about.”

“I can’t wait, Winchester.”

“Me either, Winchester.”

Twenty minutes later you were curled up in the bed wearing Dean’s shirt, Dean tucked in close. You smiled and shut your eyes, Dean grabbing on a little hard before letting out a quiet breath.

“Not going anywhere, Dean,” you said.

“You promise?”

“I promise, Dean.”

“Sure you still want me?”

“I love you, you idiot. Yeah, I still want you.”

“Good,” he chuckled. “Sweetheart?”

“Yeah?”

“Love you,” he said, kissing your cheek.

“Love you too, De.”

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[waitingonher]

LOVER'S ROCK [h.o.o. characters in love]

percy jackson

memorizes your fast-food/gas station order. even if you didn’t ask, percy’s still gonna get you a lil something from wherever he goes. he has a shoe box that holds every single thing you’ve ever given him. may or may not still have the receipt from the restaurant after your first date. listens to the music you recommend him. usually, percy’s very opinionated about the music he listens to but he always gives yours a try. embarasses himself solely to see you laugh. yes, the time he dropped his ice cream cone into the hudson was on purpose.

annabeth chase

waits for you to watch the latest episode of your favorite show. annabeth will wait for you no matter what, even if it pains her to not know whether or not her favorite character just died. eases up around you. she appreciates not having to be completely on guard all the time. paints your nails for you. annabeth always finds it funny when she sees your non-dominant hand perfectly manicured while your dominant hand looks as if you did it blindfolded.

jason grace

annotates his favorite books for you to read. when it’s the occasional romance novel, jason writes “us <3” in the margin everytime the love interests do anything remotely romantic. gifts you a necklace with his initial. he smiles everytime he sees it resting against your chest. jason’s phone is entirely made up of you. his lockscreen, his home screen, his widgets…everything is you. jason randomly gives you massages. if you’re working on some school assignment he’d come up behind you and start massaging your neck and shoulders, getting out the knots you didn’t even know you had.

piper mclean

allows you to bypass her dnd. most of the time, piper’s on dnd so she made it so that only your notifications could bypass it. she does the chores you hate the most. even if she hates it just as much, she’ll do it just to see you happy. piper loves making those cheesy couple videos with you on tiktok. every day she’ll tell you how you two are basically tiktok famous?? piper only listens to you when it comes to fashion advice. yeah, she’ll acknowledge what others have to say about her outfits, but she truly only cares about what you think. 

leo valdez

loves you to the point of invention. you can’t even count the amount of gadgets leo’s made for you. he also comes home with little knicknacks made from spare parts of his projects. flowers made of metal scraps >> regular flowers. lets down his guard for you. leo doesn’t feel the need to keep up his happy, humorous persona when he’s with you. he lets you take whatever side of the bed you want. even if leo likes to sleep against the wall, he’ll let you because he knows it makes you happy.

hazel levesque

buys matching couple outfits. you two have your own pinterest board dedicated to your matching outfits. takes care of your hair. considering her own hair, hazel knows a lot about hair care. date nights where she oils your hair and washes it for you over anything else. ties your bows for you. she laughs when you finish tying the bow in your hair only to realize that the loops and tails are different sizes. wears matching jewelry. you two have lockets with photos from your first date. 

frank zhang

never the first one to let go from hugs. frank can and will stand there and hug you for the entire day if you want to. ties your shoes for you. whenever he notices your shoes are untied he entirely stops what he’s doing and drops to the floor, propping your foot on his knee to tie it. always gives you his food. even if you had said you didn’t want any, frank still shares some with you.

[queenjunothegreat]

so I saw in chapter 22 of HoJ that you were taking suggestions of scenes from MoA to rewrite and I had a vision. unfortunately I don’t have a physical or digital copy of MoA so I can just vaguely describe it lol

so after the skolopendra fight, when Frank, Hazel and Leo are taken underwater by the icthyocentaurs, the rest of the seven are freaking out (opportunities to lost trio the hell out of this scene, also Percy bc he’s protective of his middle school besties like a mother duck). i’d really like to see the part where they float back up in the bubbles with the brownies and Piper jumps in to hug Leo

I think you’d do this scene a lot of justice :)

Thank you thank you thank you!! *(kisses you all over your face)*

Okay, but Percy frantically pacing around like "Where are my babies??" while Piper and Jason are like "We want our Leo??" with Annabeth ripping her hair out trying to get literally anyone to do literally anything helpful is so chaotically funny lmao

Though as funny as that would be, it wouldn't be a QueenJunoTheGreat fic if it didn't go all in with those Lost Trio codependent tendencies. Like, just imagining their faces when they look up post-fight and realize that Leo is just GONE makes me want to chew glass. Quite frankly, they're lucky Piper didn't hop in the ocean BEFORE the three of them bubbled up. Jason is, of course, right after her but he is NOT getting in the water and he's getting them out as fast as he can.

[aroaceleovaldez]

i know a lot of people talk about the Cupid Scene as not being great as Nico's coming out story (which i think is a complex matter but that's a rant for another day), but I personally find it way more compelling if it's just not Nico's coming out story at all - it's the beginning of Jason's.

Because it doesn't really work or make sense to be Nico's, right? It's not Nico's pov. Nico doesn't have a POV at all in this book. And in House of Hades, the Cupid Scene is one of the first major things Nico gets to do right out of the box jar. Why introduce a character, have him be outed as gay, lead the crew around, and then leave to go travel with someone else all in one book where he's not even a POV? It's also contrary to the way Nico generally functions as a character - he's either exposition, dues ex machina, or damsel in distress. He's kind of a damsel here, but ultimately he doesn't need anyone else to save him - or even be there. He handles it on his own. Jason is mostly just a witness.

But, if you view the Cupid Scene as being about Jason, it narratively fits a lot more; Jason at this point is dating Piper, and they're three books deep into their relationship. TLH they start dating and are relatively happy with it and where they are. SoN is a skip but we know they're happily dating during that time, and then Mark of Athena we get a slight shift. Jason and Piper see Percy and Annabeth and go "Oh! They're perfect. Their relationship is perfect. We could be happier if we were more like them." Piper and Jason are also both characters who go through an identity turmoil in general - particularly about how both of them want to be perceived by others and who they are as people. The things they identify with - their parents, their heritages, etc etc. Their orientations. Piper's get more focus earlier in HoO, and Jason gets more later.

The Cupid Scene is from Jason's POV, in a book where he is beginning to struggle with his identity and what people expect from him - particularly him not feeling like he perfectly fits with "either camp." He's too "Greek" to be "Roman" but too "Roman" to be "Greek." He's not quite one or the other. He doesn't meet the expectations either has for him. (This is bi-coding, if you couldn't tell. Just replace "Greek" and "Roman" with "Straight" and "Gay.") It starts with Cupid addressing Jason first, before Nico, very directly - asking him if he's so sure he's happy in his relationship? Does he really think it's perfect? Even Favonius very pointedly asks him if he really forget that guys can date guys? Do you have some internalized bias around that, Jason? Hm? Heck, they're both specifically in their Roman forms, not Greek. Why would they appear in their Roman forms if they're there for a Greek demigod? And very notably, they have this exchange:

(remember what I said about the bi-coding with Jason's Greek/Roman identity crisis? I don't think it's coincidence that this so pointedly comes up during the Cupid scene.)

Favonius' introduction to the Cupid scene sets up Nico's portion of it, but Cupid almost exclusively speaks to Jason for the first half of it. Then Nico steps in. He diverts the conversation away from Jason and focuses the attention onto him. Nico's the one Cupid wants, he insists, not Jason. He's the target, not Jason. This is very in line with Nico's character - practically one of his core character traits is he trusts and starts caring about people very quickly, probably quicker than he should or even wants to, and will put himself in harm's way to prevent others from being hurt. The Cupid Scene isn't the start of Nico's coming out story - Nico already knows he's gay. He has no internal doubts about that. He's known it for awhile. He's just in the closet. And he starts coming out of his own free will in the next book, first to Reyna and Coach. The Cupid Scene is Nico recognizing that Favonius and Cupid are pushing Jason for something he's not ready for and hasn't figured out yet, but something Nico has and just hasn't said out loud yet. The Cupid Scene is Nico taking the proverbial bullet/literal arrow for Jason (Jason consistently describes the arrows as whizzing by him before striking near Nico, interestingly) and being outed so Jason isn't. And that presents Jason with the path to begin questioning his identity further. (Jason also then directly compares Cupid to Aphrodite, specifically her Greek form, which also ties into Jason's greek/roman stuff.)

And I don't think it's coincidence that Jason and Nico mirror each other so much, and that their arcs in HoH are so intertwined. The Cupid Scene functionally, on a meta level, establishes an explicitly queer character to parallel Jason and for him to bounce off of during his own arc. (And, also on a meta level, establishes to the audience to be sympathetic to queer struggles, with Jason's arc then proceeding to be a queer-coded struggle.) Jason is presented as having this strange level of isolation from how others perceive him in a positive way/the expectations people have of him that wraps around to something akin to Nico's ostracization as being an outsider and atypical demigod in general. Nico is a rouge - he explicitly expresses how he feels like he doesn't fit in at either camp (something he expresses explicitly during the Cupid Scene, mirroring Jason's simultaneous questioning his own place at Camp Jupiter) and a core part of his character is that he does function outside the rules and expectations of both camps. He operates on an entirely different realm to them. If the camps are an expectation of normative concepts of acceptable relationships, Nico is outside of that. And he recognizes that he operates outside of that and will never fully fit into the mold either expect of him, and he recognizes he doesn't need to fit in, even if he theoretically could force himself to fit that mold. Jason, meanwhile, is still locked within those boundaries, and grappling with this idea of how he can exist between them.

Nico hands Jason a goblet of poison and says "how much do you trust me?" and it's Nico challenging Jason to take his own advice about trusting others about their identities, and almost immediately after that Jason gives up his praetor title to Frank. Jason's Greek/Roman arc is directly tied to Nico and the Cupid scene. BoO ends with Jason asking Nico to stay at CHB so they can hang out that summer. By TOA, we learn that Nico has started dating and is staying at CHB (is exploring the niche of expected and socially accepted relationships) while Jason has broken up with Piper and is living away from both camps (rejecting hetero/allonormative expectations), still struggling with his own identity. They functionally swap places. And that's fascinating.

Anyways i think about Jason's bi-coding a lot.

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

Sighs. Hey,,,I've had such an eventful day (I literally just went to costco)

heyyy,,,,woag you did so much today (unironically more than what ive done this entire week 😭)