#wow athena are going to be angry with me but

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

Hi lovely, how are you? Saw your requests were open and took advantage of it ‘cause your writing is too good??? 😤🙌

Anyway, I wanted to request a Leo Valdez x Athena!daughter!reader where the reader is like sick with fever but she is pretty stubborn on not wanting help (literally her fatal flaw) and so she insists that she’s fine and all good until she’s just chilling with Leo in bunker 9 and she collapses. Lot of fluff please! 🤭

Thank you, and take your time to write this! No pressure at all babe! 🧡🫶🏻 (i’ll go now, I still have to finish three lectures for tomorrow and it’s like midnight here)

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ I Am Not Sick - Okay, Maybe A Little Sick

content: leo valdez x daughter of athena! reader fic warning: language, mentions of being sick and throwing up and all that icky stuff but i think that's it!! author's note: as someone who is deathly sick rn, i concur. where is my soft boy to take care of me bc i wont take care of myself, huh?? also, hope you finished your lectures, i understand the procrastination its a silent killer frfr

"oh...you don't look good. like, at all," annabeth winced that morning, watching as the other daughter of athena dragged herself out of bed. this comment earned annabeth a glare as the other girl made her way towards the bathroom.

"wow, you're so sweet, annie. good morning to you too! gods, i just woke up-" the girl bit out, sarcastically, before getting cut off by a large sneeze, which left the girl's arm coated in snot. annebeth winced and took a step back, watching as her sister stood there in shock for a moment.

"are you-"

"shut up."

"okay."

despite annabeth's best efforts to get you to rest, you still marched your way out of that cabin, a woman on a mission. her mission? survive the day. preferably without throwing up, but we'll see how the day goes. first order of business; track down leo valdez. you had a multitude of reasons to see the son of hephaestus; he of all people would not send you to the infirmary, he still had some of your scrolls that you'd lent him and...well, you found him attractive. there, you admit it! he's hot, go screw yourself! but as you made the trek towards bunker nine, you were growing exhausted. but gods forbid annabeth be right about another thing. you paused outside the door, coughing up a lung and struggling to get air back into your lungs before taking a huge deep breath. which you breathed out as coughs, once more. huffing, you quite literally shook yourself before walking in, looking around for the boy and nearly tripping over some hammer.

"leo?! you in here?!" you called, clearing your scratchy throat after, shaking your head at the feeling. leo popped out from behind his project, rolling from under neither it and frowning up at you.

"you don't sound like...you."

"thanks, valdez! turning up the charm at ten in the morning, huh?!" you bit back, rolling your eyes. you were growing sick of the comments. actually, you were just sick, but you'd only admit that mentally. leo was still frowning at you, now sitting on the concrete floor as he stared at you, his head tilted and brows furrowed in silent questions.

"y/n-"

"look, rough night, rough morning. im fine, okay? drop it. i'm just here to get my stupid scrolls back and- woah," you stopped your angry rant as you wobbled on your feet, the corner of your eyes growing fuzzy and your brain turning a little muddy and mushy.

"woah is right. you are clearly not fine-" leo insisted, jumping up to his feet and reaching a hand out to you but you stumbled back from him, holding a hand out to keep him back as your other hand went to your forehead.

"i am completely and utter fine-"

before you could finish your lies, your knees buckled and you surely would have smashed against the harsh concrete had it not been for leo shooting forwards to catch you. after that, it was moments of consciousness in between unconsciousness, small memories of leo pulling a blanket up on you, snuggling closer to a pillow. vague memories of throwing up, your hair held back by something that felt similar to a hand. then, you finally blinked your eyes open and they stayed open this time. your eyes were still adjusting, looking around to try and grasp where you were. you saw a random wrench on the floor and knew you had to still be in bunker nine. you looked down, noting you were no longer in the shirt you walked in with but rather one of leos, you could tell from the grease smeared all over it. as you sat up, inspecting the shirt and blushing at the connotation, leo walked in.

"thank the gods! was starting to worry about you," leo huffed, laughing in a way that told you 'starting' was a lie. you could visibly see the tension leaving his shoulders, relaxing at the thought that you were okay.

"sorry," you muttered, digging your hands into the hem of the shirt, twisting and playing with it. leo reached out and settled his hands on top of yours, causing your eyes to look over into his.

"you don't have to apologize. you should look after yourself more but...im, uh, im happy to do it," leo admitted, his confession getting caught in his throat and the tips of his ears turning scarlet. a small smile twitched onto your lips before you pulled one of your hands away and tugged pointedly at your new shirt, raising a brow at the boy.

"oh! yes, sorry, you, er, threw up all over the last one. very attractively, i promise," leo teased, you shaking your head in hopes the blurring motion would cause him to miss your blush, "that's one of mine- also, i didn't change you! it was annabeth, promise!!"

"ugh, you told her i was sick! snitch!" you hissed, slapping his arm before sucking in a labored breath as you were hit with a wave of nausea.

"that's karma right there. abusing me and shit," leo huffed with a joking roll of his eyes before leaning over and grabbing something that was just out of view, "lemme make it up to you."

he presented you with the most delicious looking chicken noodle soup. you were practically drooling as you gently took the soup from him, cradling it to your chest like it was a baby. you looked back up at him with wide eyes and he was already staring at you, a soft smile on his lips before he reached forwards and brushed a loose strand of hair back behind your ear.

"it's my mom's recipe, it always made me feel better as a kid when i was sick. asked the harpies to let me use the kitchen," whispered leo after you took a few bites. instantly, you were melting before the boy at the sweet gesture, sharing a part of his mom with you.

"thank you. for- for everything. honest," you murmured and leo just beamed another soft smile at you.

"of course. i like- i like taking care of you- well," leo kept cutting himself off before breathing out a long breath, "yeah, i like you. like, like-like you. as in-"

"i like-like you too, leo. and not just because you're a good cook," you cut in before he could spiral out of control. and leo looked at you like you were the only thing that ever mattered. he went to lean in but you set a gentle hand against his chest, ever the logical one.

"leo, i'm sick-"

"fuck it. if you think im gonna go another minute without kiss you, you're dumber than i thought," bit out leo, instantly, before cupping your face and pulling you into a smashing kiss. and you couldn't find in you to care that he was gonna get sick, the feeling of his lips against yours and his hands in your hair and your hands against his chest being too addictive.

this boy was turning your brain to mush, something that was surely breaking your mother's heart.

but, fuck it, right?

[alice-ar-na]

UNDERWORLD SAGA- MY THOUGHTS

My goodness you guys do I have thoughts.

FIRST- the way this is such an ensemble heavy saga the 'all i hear are screams' in the first song WOW. Its because they have the whole crew back. They're singing with everyone, and I hadn't realised how much independent and almost quiet it had gotten during the circe saga, which speaks as a metaphor in itself

SECOND- Polites is back!!! Thank youuuuu actual tears were falling, the way odysseus' voice breaks when he says his name, similarly to his mother (regarding his mum, holy moly [pun intended] he didn't know she was dead- the guilt he must feel 'i took too long' broke me) polities that sweetheart, I can imagine even his ghost is so encouraging to the crew that's left on the journey, they needed that guy for morale big time.

THIRD- aight onto the prophet, anyone who read the odyssey is screaming rn, the foreshadowing is soo good but mysterious and twisted enough that it fits greek prophecies soooo well. Piggybacking off that 'palace in red' when we get to the suitors that shit is going to POP OFF damn it I cannot wait. Mentions of penelope being under pursuit. The WHO?!?!?!? Oh. My. Gods YES THAT WAS BRILLIANT. he's so angry and he loves his wife so much, I will never stop gushing over the two of them. Perfect.

FOURTH- the third song, pretty sure I screamed. The tension. The foreshadowing. The regret. The guilt. IT HAS EVERYTHING. All the references back to previous events, giving perspective from the other characters to stop portraying them like the enemies is so so important for the legacy of greek mythology. Perspective is everything. Onto THE BRIDGE!! HELLO? THIS MAN IS BOTH A GENIUS AND ACTUALLY INSANE. HE IS A MADMAN AND I LOVE IT. Drop another infant from a wall..... I actually have no words that is insanely cool. Odysseus has changed so much. Athena needs to hit him up again, now he'd kill for his people, you can see just how tired he is and how much he wants to go home. He's scared for penelope and telemachus, literally nothing else matters anymore.

Overall. 10/10 and this is only HALF WAY can it even get better than this??

[generalallxsanjishipper]

Some incorrect\extremely correct quotes for my EXTREMELY FAR AWAY IN THE FUTURE ADP FIC (and in part in TIALAMYDK LMAO)

***

Alice *after entering Douxie's mind for several minutes, on the floor*: Oh, wow. Your brain is a disaster

Douxie *also on the floor*: Yeah, I know

Alice : Ever thought about doing drugs?

——

Zoe: Casperan. 

Douxie: Ashildr.  

Zoe: Clumsy dumbass. 

Douxie: Angry Chiwawa. 

Claire: *confused* What are they doing? 

Archie: Insulting contest. 

Claire: Ah. 

Zoe: Old Man. 

Douxie: Dwarf. 

Zoe: Flat ass.

Douxie:  Useless Half Lesbian

Zoe: Knucklehead

Douxie: Mosquito

Zoe: Peter Pan

Douxie: *Suddenly grinning* Pinky pie. 

Zoe: EXCUSE ME?

Douxie: HA! *Claps hands with a smug face* I WON! 

Zoe: HOW DID YOU JUST CALL ME?! I'M GONNA FUCKING END YOU! 

Alice: Now, now… 

——

Douxie: Hello, my name is Failure, and you're watching my life crumble into pieces.

Douxie: *waves his fingers and sings like he is in a Disney Channel intro*

——

Simon: Why are you on fire?

Douxie: This is just how my day is going.

——

Douxie: Everybody shut up, please! I'm thinking.

Zoe, patting him on the back: Well, don’t think too hard. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.

Douxie: Oh, for the bloody sake, Ashildr!

——

Jim: I’m here for the cult stuff.

Alice: How did you find us?

Jim: I saw your ad on craigslist.

——

Alice: To be honest, I'm kinda pissed that I'm not asleep in bed next to the love of my life in a cottage with no obligations other than watering my vegetable garden.

——

Archie, looking at Douxie, Alice, Simon and Zoe: Okay, so I need to become a therapist faster.

——

Simon, on the phone: Oh, hey man… Sorry for accusing you of murder last week.

——

Alice: Someone take me to art museums and make out with me.

Zoe: But they said not to touch the masterpieces.

Alice: Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall.

Douxie, on a mic that he brought by himself: This is Douxie, those idiots are fucking around in the East wing again.

Douxie:*drops the mic on the floor and leaves, muttering about being a third wheel*

——

Zoe: Mom liked to say ‘you can be part of the problem or part of the solution,’ but I happen to believe you can be both.

——

Jim: Who's in charge here?

Zoe, shrugging: Usually whoever yells the loudest. So, me.

——

Barbara, seeing both Douxie and Alice on wheelchairs: I hope you have an explanation for this.

Alice: We have three, actually! :D

Douxie: Pick your favorite.

——

Alice: *venting endlessly to Simon about her week*

Simon, every once in a while: *in a monotone* Wow, that is so wild.

——

Alice: Yeah, well I've never died so how do I know that Gods or... God are real.

Nari:*appears*

Alice: WHAT THE FLIP

Athena:*appears too*

Alice:*looses her flipping mind*

——

Zoe, to Claire: Well, one of us has to be wrong and it’s not going to be me.

Claire:

Claire: Yes, it's you, actually.

——

Alice, *talking about Zoe*: She's the girl of my dreams!

Douxie: You say to most of the girls that they are the girl of your dreams.

Alice: I have a lot of dreams.

——

Douxie: The next time I open up to someone, it'll be my autopsy.

——

Simon: Sorry I can’t be emotionally vulnerable with you, it'd ruin the mystery.

——

Zoe, *talking about one of her first meeting with Douxie*: And then he ran into my knife. He ran into my knife several times.

Jim: You mean you stabbed him?

Zoe: He ran into my knife.

Douxie: She ran into my knife, too.

——

Zoe: I don’t even have time to tell you how wrong you are.

Jim: Okay?

Zoe: …

Zoe: …

Zoe: Actually it’s gonna bug me if I don’t, so...

——

*Zoe and Alice are texting*

Zoe: Your ass is like…

Zoe: Spacious

Alice: WHAT

Zoe: Sorry, I didn’t want to say fat because it might trigger your ED

——

Bastard number 1:*sarcastically, while leaving* I hope you all make it to adulthood.

Jim: That’s... a great prayer.

Simon: A needed one.

Douxie: A needed one indeed.

——

Simon: I will send my army to attack!

Simon: *makes roaring noises*

Simon: *releases a dumpster of raccoons*

Jim, next to his Vespa: WHOA

Jim: THEY WERE YOURS????

——

Zoe, singing to the tune of I Kissed a Girl: I killed a guy, and I liked it-

Douxie, whispering: Should we call the exorcist?

Alice, also singing: The taste of his cherry chapstick.

Simon, appalled, but looking apathetic: Call the exorcist.

——

Zoe: Alice and I are no longer dating.

Alice: Zoe, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re married.

——

Zoe: Hey, quick question. How petty am I allowed to be?

——

Alice: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?

Alice: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies.

Toby: Socks are Feetie Heaties.

Jim: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties.

Douxie: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies.

Claire: Stamps are Lickie Stickies.

Zoe: I hate you guys so much.

——

Alice, looking through their clothes: Has anyone seen my top?

Simon, grabbing his mint gums without looking at her: Zoe's in the kitchen.

[fictionalreads]

9-1-1 Season 7 Episode 4

Buck

Buck is like “why are you throwing me under the bus?”

He’s so excited when he gets to use power tools.

Buck. Calm days at work are normal.

LMAO They way he mentions Eddie out of nowhere.

Eddie? Why are you here?

LMAO They’re flying to Vegas.

Buck looks so jealous. It’s adorable. The little golden retriever has FOMO

Buck fishing for information.

HAHAHA YOUR WORDS ABOUT NATALIA ARE COMING BACK TO HAUNT YOU

Sir. You found him an aid a few days into knowing him.

LMAO Buck you have to stop 😂😂 I can’t take it!

At this point, Eddie has to be messing with him.

Buck you can stop lying. Chim knows the truth.

BUCK WE DON’T BREAK EDDIE

Awe he just wants his Eddie back.

Buck I thought we were over the isolation because of a fear of being left behind.

God. I LOVE BUCK

Tommy? Not who I expected at the door.

Yes Buck. Why are you so surprised you’re loved?

Is Buck about to kiss Tommy? Why are they so close?

IS HE FLIRTING WITH TOMMY?! ITS SO BLATANT

THEY FUCKING KISSED HOLY SHIT BUCK BI IS HAPPENING!!

Tumblr is about to lose their shit.

Maddie

LMAO MADDIE AND JOSH FANGIRLING IS HILARIOUS

“Is it circled with a heart around it?”

Chimney

Of course Chim fangirls too!

The fact that Chimney is willingly going along with Buck’s ruse is peak brotherhood to me.

Athena

LMAO “I was just sleeping”

HARRY! They recast Harry.

Bobby knows something.

Damn Harry. Why you running? It couldn’t have been that bad.

LMAO Why was the music so loud?

Damn you broke his jaw?! You box or something?

Boy you better stop cussing at yo mama!

Harry’s coming back to LA? Wow. Thanks ABC!

Emergencies

So I don’t watch the bachelor somebody tell me. Are these real girls from the show or are these paid actresses? I mean I figured the girl who’s gonna be the emergency I’d an actress but the rest?

Bitch really? Anthrax?

THE REAL CONCHATA Is she okay?

THIS IS A CALLBACK TO THE FIRST EPISODE WHERE BUCK FOUND A BABY IN THE PIPE

Ah shit. Watch the guy be someone she knows.

I KNEW IT

Miscellaneous

ITS THE 100th episode bitches!

I should mention I’m a lowkey Buddie shipper. As in I’m rooting for them but I’m not the one to read into every little interaction or come up with theories. If it happens, great! I’ll celebrate. But if it doesn’t, I’m not going on an angry rant here blaming the writers and actors and saying the show has gone to shit.

RAVI!

Hey, where’s May?

Tumblr is about the lose it’s shit.

[bluebellhairpin]

*Mother has Entered the Battle*

I've literally been waiting on myself to finish this for WEEKS. First time rendering fire also so that happened. And I'm glad to be sharing on OC again bc I like doing that, and a Percy Jackson OC is quite fitting at this point in time.

At the time of the Battle of Manhattan her son is about seven, and when she finds out he got hurt she goes ballistic for hours. Runs on nothing but motherly rage and adrenaline for a short while (like fifteen minutes, realisticly, bc shes untrained and a mortal), but when she gets cornered Ares gives her his Blessing (bc he sees it and goes "wow she's so angry and determined and is doing so well fighting even without me and i like that") so she managed to wipe clean a five block radius of monsters (not enemy demigod kids) in like half a day. All to keep her son safe.

Aside from that you’d better believe I have like a whole backstory for her lined up. Battle aside (even though rn I could gon on about that alone for whole paragraphs). She managed to make Ares go from "I hate all kids, even my own" to "I still hate kids but this mortal woman who I hate/love says that I'm a worse parent than Athena and I can't be worse than her so I'm trying to be a good dad". If that doesn't tell u about her character then idk what will.

[memurfevur-archive]

Going with the idea of character changes from Contrast's post; what character of yours would you say has changed the most?

Probably my first ever fantroll Adrian. I mean, his original design was this:

2013,,, wow,,,

Adrian back then was known as Ariena, a Sylph of Time and my first Homestuck OC. Originally had two horns and then two plush horns on the hat but my friend at the time thought it was four horns so I just kind of stuck with that.

Then later down the road (pretty quickly actually when I learned trolls didn't actually have tails and Nepeta is just Built Different), gave Ariena a slight redesign. Essentially is the same, I didn't change much other than the choker ribbon thing is purple, no tail, and the hat while important to the character kind of got drawn less and less.

^ original sprite set I did in elementary school

Forgive me for the blurry pictures, I took these years ago when I was writing a post on Amino about this exact same thing lol. Actually I'm going to copy/paste most of that post to here.

revamped sprite set I did in high school. MSpaint was my BEST friend during this time lol

Adrian has had a lot of story to his character and some of it reflects my headspace at the time, and my journey with my gender identity. From this point on I will refer to Adrian as Ariena until I get to the part where he realizes who he is, as I think this would make sense chronologically speaking:

Ariena use to be very obsessed with the passage of Time, yet was so in a way that she over-harnessed her Aspect. She was too accepting of it, and called whatever happened "Fate", making no move to alter anything, even if it meant people got hurt. Sometimes she would hurt people herself, once having had killed Hadesa's former moirail (in that time line it was Ashter, ofc its different on Tumblr though), all in order to keep "Fate" from being messed up. However, she wasn't entirely cruel, and did have a big heart when listening to other people's problems. She focused too much, however, on being "mysterious" and "wise", even if it was costly, and drained both her and others around her. Starting out, she was hardly a Sylph of Time, not until Sgrub shenanigans happened, as God Tiers are meant to challenge you and bring to light that in which you need to work with.

As time passed, she became less obsessed with "Fate" and started functioning like a decent Troll. Her problems then lied within her lacking inner strength-- a challenge for every Sylph to overcome. She blamed herself too much for everything, feeling guilty that she could not help everyone, and as a Time player she could not do well under stress. Ariena was constantly confused, pulled back and forth between desire and stress, while trying to keep the Timeline and her team mates in line. What she really needed though was to keep herself in line.

Her healing arc, however, didn't happen until post-game.

For a while, Ariena still struggled with the very same problems she had before, only it worsened. Drama within quadrants ensued due to her faults, though she blamed everyone else. This cycle of blame went back and forth between blaming herself and blaming others, hardly an in-between.

Since Ariena had been young, she aimed to avoid the mistakes her Ancestor, Athena, made. She had rigorously studied the Foreseer's journal, obsessed with her life, and though she had read about her Ancestor's faults and aimed to not be like her, it was what Ariena was becoming anyway. Athena had trouble accepting "Fate", did all her will to make certain things not happen, and in the end she suffered horribly. Where before Ariena over accepted, now, she did not accept things enough-- especially herself.

After a while, she was so homesick and quadrant-sick that her vices became that of drinking (Faygo) and sex. Relationships she entered were stress-inducing in the long run, yet relieving only in the heat of the moment. She was still a mess, a self-pitiful, angry, and hopeless mess. She did not have the strength she needed, even though she had a moirail. Her moirail had taken good care of her and helped her, but he could not give her the type of strength she needed: her own inner strength that she had to supply herself.

Time further passed, and her vices slowly disappeared. She was much better than she had been, since she was just as slowly coming to about accepting certain things about herself. One, she was polyamorous, which would have saved her a lot of heartache if she learned that earlier lol; two, she had to come to accept the things she did and did not do; three, finally getting over an old wrigglerhood-sweetheart relationship that proved to be troublesome to both parties time and time again; and four, that she did not identify as female.

Ariena was not completely cured of her self-hate and blame, not yet, and for a very long time she equated herself to the importance of "nothing." So, when she voiced her questioning of her identity, she felt herself to be "nothing," and felt nothing for herself at all. This led her to identify as nonbinary for a while, which opened the door for her to actually find her, now their, inner strength.

NB Ari let's gooooo (cries in old art)

No one likes to think about themselves when they're troubled. Finding yourself is something that's really hard to do. But when you find something, it feels like a weight is lifted off your chest, doesn't it? The heavy baggage carried upon Ariena's chest was something they needed to drop. Sweeps' worth of baggage. They've come so far, and they'll continue to grow.

Later on, their moirail at the time, Vulcan who belongs to whispertrolls, and is someone they'd known since they were very young, became something to them that facilitates between both red and pale. This perhaps provided them with the most strength. Encouraged by him, Ariena began to take steps for their own self for once.

They focused on their training at a guild meant to raise Guardians-- a life-long career Ariena had always dreamed to have. They accepted their struggles with their quadrants, and became content in the types of matespritships they had, no longer fighting with guilt. Old bridges that were once broken were rebuilt, especially with Hadesa. Ariena got into a routine that they were most comfortable with, which brought harmony to them and many they were now associated with.

It seemed that the struggles that remained were graduating from the guild, and to finish finding themself....

my first doodle i did when he came out :)

Ariena continued to question their identity for a very long time. Nonbinary didn't feel right to them. Something was missing, and the more they thought about it, the emptier and unhappier they felt. Their matesprit/moirail Vulcan was very supportive of them, helping where he could, but this was for Ariena to decide and find for themself.

Ariena had stared at themself in the mirror for a very long time one night after training. For a long time since coming out as nonbinary, they wore Vulcan's clothes. Tonight, Ariena wore nothing but boxers and a binder. They stared at their features: cut hair, changed body type from training, the chest that was held back by cloth, and the unfamiliar look in their eyes. This wasn't Ariena. This was a Troll that had left Ariena long ago and was someone new. But who? But what? Why did they feel so different from then, and why did they still, after so much time, feel so unhappy? Why must doubt and fear plague their mind still?

What why?

Why doubt? Because Ariena didn't know themself. Everyone was so certain of Ariena and who they were, but Ariena wasn't. Why fear? Because Ariena didn't want to hurt others anymore. By suppressing themself, they thought they could aid others more. But that only hurt them, and it hurt others, too, when they noticed.

Ariena and I both shared something like this: questioning and doubting ourselves, relying on what other people said we were or expected us to be, even among close friends. Ariena and I were scared about admitting being trans, hell we were scared about being trans and wanted to escape into the safety of the nonbinary pocket because that was familiar, even if it didn't fit. Funnily enough, Ariena came out as transmasc before I did. Years before I did.

So uh yeah, meet Adrian!

LOOK. LOOK AT HIM. LOOK AT MY BABY BOI. This was made uhhh this year, a few months back. Such a glow up, such a change, I love him.

He's much more confident in himself now, able to trust his own thoughts and opinions, but he's still such a lovable dork? Like he's still the same character but is NOT at the same time and that's so much fun to see.

His story over his identity and stuff plays a big part in his story, how he interacts with other characters, and clearly his design, so while you may not have expected or wanted a coming-out story that's what you got since it's very integral.

Now that's not to say that realizing his gender identity fixed all of his problems, but it gave him the strength to fix a lot. If you yourself are not in a good mental place, that's going to affect the people around you. He's gone through a lot, from being a shadow of his ancestor to being an alcoholic stuck in his room all day, being in toxic relationships and blaming himself for everything. But feeling more confident in himself when he felt nothing before is... a big step. And he's so much healthier for it now. He's reaching his dreams and fixing up more bridges than before, while making new ones too.

He's also no longer a Sylph of Time, he graduated! He's a Thief of Breath now, which has its own problems he needs to work through, but I'm confident he can do it in a better headspace than before.

Sooo yeah, character who has changed a lot both through personality, backstory, and design.

[parcai]

hey kristoff do u still think u would be a hades kid if u were in pjo. also what would it weapon be

yes i do 🤔 i think i really do have the vibe and mind for it. i think i could also see hecate tho. her moral ambiguity and tie into crossroads/fate vs making your own destiny remind me strongly of hades in a way, so i suppose if she's considered a lesser god in riordanverse (despite her being older than hades in most actual myths, being a titan and all 💀) then that would prob be more "realistic" than being a child of the big three.

but hades has a few other qualities that i think suit me more, those even hecate doesn't have 🤔 much to think abt

as for a weapon, scythes are cool and all, and honestly i'd prob say that except for it started becoming a trend in the pjo fandom and now it's not fun anymore. plus it's not really an effective weapon in real life. it's heavy and needs to be wielded at an odd angle due to the 90 degree angle between blade and staff. swords are overdone. daggers are sorry excuses for swords and for some (we know why 😑) reason are always given to girls. i think i will go w my own heritage. chakras please 🥰

[alexandrianicolegrey-oc]

Eddie Diaz x Fem!reader

⚠️TW:⚠️ swearing, mentions of physical abuse, alcohol, drugs, mentions of abandonment

Angst, Physical Abuse, Healing/Trauma

Eddie finds out that Y/n's father is physically abusing her when she shows up to the station covered in fresh bruises, blood, and tears.

.......

For years, Y/n's father had been taking drugs and drinking his life way. And everytime he did, he would take his rage out on her. Leaving her broken, hurt, bloodied, and just scared. But, the day she met Eddie Diaz at the Santa Monica Pier when he was with his son, she would never forget it.

Fast forward a few years, Y/n and Eddie stated dating, and Christopher loved her as much as Eddie did. It was a mid morning, when Eddie got to work for his shift. Y/n was home alone when her father showed up. Angry that she had left him alone to fend for himself and he took his anger out on her, leaving her there to die.

After he left, she had blood dripping down the side of her face, she had a busted lip, her eye was bruised badly, and her nose was bleeding but she managed to get to the station somehow.

She limped her way inside, just as Hen came down the stairs and saw the shape she was in. "Oh my god!" She rushed over, catching Y/n in her arms before she fell. "Guys! I need help down here!" Hen called into the radio.

Bobby was the first to come down, followed by Buck, Chimney, and Eddie. Eddie's face froze when he saw his girlfriend beaten so badly. He rushed over. Bobby started to hold him back, "No!" He pushed his way to Y/n.

Eddie kneeled down, "Y/n? Who did this to you?" He asked, whe examining her face.

"M-my father. He-he came by after you left and beat me. He said-" She broke into sobs again. "He said it was my fault!" Eddie shook his head, "No, nothing is your fault. That drunk son of a bitch will pay for this."

"Eddie, let Athena handle this, I've called her and let her know what the situation is." Bobby said, coming back from taking a phone call from Athena.

"Y/n, follow the light for me." Hen asked sweetly. She followed the light or tried to at least. "Yeah, she has a concussion."

Buck helped Eddie get Y/n to the couch to rest. "Buck is going to stay here with you while we're out on calls. Alright? And if you need me for anything, Buck knows how to reach me." Eddie kissed her head softly. "Buck, here's some money if you or her get hungry." Eddie tried to hand money to Buck.

"No, keep it. I'll pay for the food if she gets hungry." Buck pushed Eddie's hand away.

"Thanks, man." Eddie said with a smile. He was still very much worried about Y/n. And the fact that he just found out about the abuse, he was not happy. But he wasn't mad at her. He was mad at the low life that called himself a father.

Later that day, Eddie just got off his shift, he took Y/n home and got her settled into their bed. He brought her dinner that he made for the three of them. Him, her, and Chris. He laid beside her. "How long has he been hurting you? And be honest with me." Eddie said calmly and softly.

Y/n looked up at him, her eyes filled with sadness and fear which Eddie could see. "Ever since my mother left and never came back. I was three then. He started drinking heavily and got into drugs. Meth, weed, cocaine. You name it. And he became more violent towards me. He blamed me for my mom leaving us. He then started beating me everyday of my life." Her small voice broke Eddie's heart to hear her say it.

"He will never touch you again. Athena tracked him down and he is now locked away." Eddie kissed her head. "You are safe with me and-"

"Me!" Chris had come into the room. He softly yet gentally climbed into the bed between his father and Y/n.

"Yeah, what my son said." Eddie laughed. Y/n smiled and chuckled. "You two are something." Y/n laughed. "That's why I love you both."

After awhile, Eddie, Chris, and Y/n all fell asleep after a long, tiring day. But during the night, Y/n woke up from a pounding headache which had her crying. Eddie heard her and quickly got up, which woke up Chris.

"Dad? What's going on?" Chris rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"Its Y/n." He rushed to her side. "Hey, hey, what's going on, baby, talk to me." Eddie said soothingly.

"M-my head hurts so bad." Tears streamed her face. "Come here." Eddie helped her back into the bed. He handed her the pain meds and handed her a bottle water. After she drank it, she became sleepy.

Eddie climbed back into bed with Chris asleep against him and Y/n, who also had fallen back to sleep not long after.

Eddie never went back to sleep. He stayed awake making sure Y/n was alright. It didn't bother him because he was used to staying up all night when working 24 hour shifts.

The next morning, Eddie cooked breakfast while Chris and Y/n were still asleep. He heard a knock and walked over to a answer the door. "Buck, hey, come in." He stepped aside as Buck walked in. "How's Y/n?" He asked, standing with his hands in his pockets.

"She had a rough night. Her head hurt her a lot. I set up a doctor's appointment for her with the neurologist to see if anything else is wrong with her head. She just fell asleep early this morning after the pain med I gave her."

"I take it you didn't much sleep either?" He noticed the burnt toast. "Let me help, Eddie." Buck offered. Eddie stepped aside, too tired to argue. "Alright, I'm going to get Chris up and check on Y/n." He headed off to their room that they shared. He saw Chris asleep against Y/n with her arm around him.

He smiled, and quickly took a few pictures then decided to let them sleep longer. He showed Buck. "Awe, your son really does love her, huh?" He smiled that goofy smile.

"Yeah, he really does. He called her mom the other day when we were out getting lunch but she doesn't know it yet. I told him to wait until I asked her to marry me which will be on her birthday in a few weeks." Eddie smiled.

"Wow, I'm happy for you, man. Really proud too. Keep me posted on what they say about her head." Buck just put the plates on the table along with silverware. "Breakfast is done." Buck shouted, proudly.

Chris came into the kitchen shortly after, followed by Y/n. Eddie kissed her cheek. "How are you feeling, baby?" He asked.

"I feel a little bit better, still sore." Y/n smiled over at her boyfriend. He helped her sit down and handed her a plate of food. "Are you staying for breakfast, Buck?" Eddie asked.

"I can, yeah." He sat down, after getting a plate for himself. Chris was just eating away his food. Eddie watched Y/n carefully, making sure she was alright. He was still worried but didn't want to overstep her boundaries.

[weebsinstash]

I just started playing hades yesterday because it's free on gamepass (for xbox) and you are right. I fell in love with ares and now I can't stop thinking about yandere ares because GOD, he's so fine 😩😩

God, it really is such an entertaining game, and the characters are all so unique and distinguishable. I was watching a review of it once and someone brought up how you can technically screenshot dialogue and crop just the text box and you can usually tell who is speaking just from their mannerisms and choice of words and such and it's like. It's a good writing detail to have people speaking and acting distinctively that they're recognizable like that! It can be very tricky to have a large cast of characters and have everyone be their own person without too many similarities to one another

Anyways. Ares is hot 🥵 he's not the stereotypical violence-loving hothead that you would expect from a depiction of the God of War. He's one of the most eloquently spoken out of all the Olympians, he's respectful to the members of the House of Hades and the Cthonic Gods whereas even his own father Zeus referred to Nyx the Mother of Night as a simple concubine for his brother, though he has plenty of rough edges like bickering with his sister Athena due to their ideological/moral differences and, well, his own constant craving for destruction which he's actually very open about. Hell, even when Zag (controlled by the player) gets on his bad side by choosing another God over him, Ares is eventually like "wow you killed those guys i sent after you so well, how can I possibly be angry after such a fine display of violence uwu" so he's got sort of an honor to him as well

He is definitely into chasing/hunting/predator-prey shit 👁👁 chasing around his escaping darling or darling-to-be with the thrill of the hunt, like an animal going in for the kill, but I mean, instead of killing you, he's just gonna fuck you reeeal hard.

Like goddamn, Hades has really awoken all my sluttyness for Greek mythology 🥵 all these fine ass Greek gods and goddesses and gender-neutral cataclysmic entities give me all sorts of ideas. Ares and Athena fighting over the same darling, Ares taking Reader as his little war prize wife after conquering them in battle, Ares forcing you to be trained in combat and then getting horny when his adrenaline is pumping and you have a busted lip, struggling against him--

He would definitely get off on you fighting to resist him and that's really the worst part, that he'll never get so tired and frustrated that he'll let you go, only becoming more and more obsessed and enamored even as you try to beat the shit out of him 🥰 and besides, you're just giving him a nice excuse to get a little rough and handsy with you anyways; he thoroughly enjoys asserting his dominance over you and reminding him that while you may be his darling that he would move mountains for, he's still the one in charge

[deluweil]

Okay so, I needed a break from all the OMG Eddie was shot drama (seriously that scene haunts me at night) so I went to the beginning of the episode, there are all sorts of gifs i want to make and scenes I want to talk about, it’ll probably take me months to cover all the details we got in this episode, I mean, it was so good.

I kinda wish the entire season was written the same. And I know what you’re going to say - everything is intentional - and maybe it is, but even then they could have had Eddie’s story covered throughout the season a lot better.

Bring in Hen’s mom sooner, have Maddie give birth earlier (I mean, that was an elephant’s pregnancy ;) ) and Bobby and Athena’s issues addressed sooner, because I knew there was something that bugged Bobby about Athena returning to work and only hearing about her stopping to see her therapist as an afterthought when she mentioned it to May.

I really thought that it would be addressed sooner especially considering Buck got a lot more ‘crap’, so to speak, and they aren’t living in the same house or even related for that matter.

It just proves that the writers really were blindsided themselves and sort of made adjustments and tweaks to the transcripts and story as they went along. 

but this post is not about any of the major issues, they each deserve their own post. Now everyone who follows me, knows I’m an Eddie Diaz/buddie stan blog, and I have unfollowed/blocked any of the blogs that posted on that cursed relationship and that woman, I very rarely name.

However, even though I will post pictures with her here, I do it to get a point across:

1. When Carla comes, both Eddie and Christopher move to hug her - that btw was such a Buck move, Eddie was not like that when he first started in S2, I love seeing the changes in him this season. - But in the picture you can see A*a standing separated from them, and not a couple of steps behind them, but by the window still behind the couch away from them. 

2. (sorry about the blur pic - it’s a hard still to make as the camera moves.) They are sitting apart from each other, not close bodily, their hands not once straying to each other, they are both laughing and smiling only when looking at Christopher. 

3. Carla said: “Make sure you follow your heart, not Christopher’s.” That look is not a “My heart is sitting here at this table.” it’s a “My heart is somewhere else, I wish it was here.” - I also refer to this as the “Oh boy!” face, because Carla shook something he wasn’t ready to look too closely at yet, but now he has to.

4. Carla, Eddie and Christopher are together in Christopher’s room, pick and choosing which toys and books to give away to Charlie, A*a isn’t, she was seated in the darkened kitchen, on her laptop. Which makes me think that even though she seems to be around a lot more, she doesn’t participate in the day to day things. Christopher may like having her around but she isn’t involved in his life, not the way His Buck is. - Also she stops at the door. She says “Wow someone’s feeling generous.” But she doesn’t say it to Christopher, she say it looking between Carla and Eddie. Also the way she approaches Eddie to call him to come with her is cautious, as if she’s unsure of how to tell him or of his response.  

5. As they walk out Eddie looks back, she’s already entering the kitchen, her back is to him and her face is unhappy, she isn’t turning around to catch Eddie’s look, she doesn’t reach for his hand there is no physical intimacy between them. 

6. As they walk through the kitchen, there’s distance between them, that we can be sure would not have been there has it been someone else we know.

7. He’s not grabbing a chair to sit beside her, but rather keeps his distance and leans against the counter. His arms are crossed, he’s not opened to her, for communication between them. The last time we saw him standing like that he was angry at Buck and they were standing in front of each other as Buck apologized at the firehouse.

8. Even when he’s finally leaning forward, it is still apart from her. No looks, no flirting, no physical closeness.

9. A*a and Carla are sitting closer than Eddie was sitting to A*a the entire episode. Need I say more? - also his arms are still folded.

10. Last but not least, she is reaching to him, for comfort, he doesn’t lean into it. She doesn’t lean closer to him either.

So I don’t know if we’re getting buddie or not - but what I can say is that this👆 relationship, is coming to a close very soon.

Made me happy to think about it, thought I’d share it with the rest of you. 

Have a happy and relaxed weekend my loves.  💕

[ourravenboys]

my favourite parts of the cut lightning thief musical songs

camp half blood

“camp half blood, where only half of us survive” like you’re not wrong but asjhgdjsh

mr d: “this is why no one watches the orientation film”

pick a side

is legit a song abt clarisse, luke and silena and their stances on the gods’ war

clarisse calls him, “sweet luke”

“percy couldn’t find his way out of a paper bag” clarisse chill pls skdjhf

silena: “can’t we just pick flowers and make friendship bracelets?” mood

silena: “my mom doesn’t believe in war!” clarisse: “oh yeah? then why does she keep texting my dad?” luke: “woah”

“prissy percy's gonna lose his poseidon adventure” what a tongue twister

“well, whoever says love is worthless, i'll pulverize them” yes silena go off!!!

“the last olympian standing” we love a book reference

luke: “i will never help my father” ahhh foreshadowing,,,

try

it’s grover, percy and annabeth talking abt how theyre worried they’ll fail but no matter what they’ll try !!!!!  ahhh!!!

“the weight of the world's on my shoulders, like atlas is crushing me down” the foreshadowing !!!!! book reference !!!!

in the same boat

this ones funny skjdfhskd

also half of it is like where they got the ares part of drive 

percy and annabeth at grover: “i'd like to wrap my hands around that half-blood's throat”

“and look what I found at Medusa's place!” “three amtrak tickets?” skjdhfsjks WHAT   

percy calls annabeth ‘anna-blegh’

percy: “wow, check out those rocky mountains!” annabeth:“you mean the rocky mountains...?”  

“athena, give me strength so i don't kill him” annabeth we get it u love him

she literally has a whole verse where she talks abt percy

“it's messed up, but he's kinda cute when he's angry and all screamy”

“our parents' paths are pushing us apart, and my head is always stronger than my heart. if only he would say something that was remotely smart.” “i got it. the map was upside down!” I LOVE THEM SKDFBSKS

grover: “they'll kill each other, or they'll kiss. if we're lucky, they'll end up in an abyss.” charon: i've seen some messed up stuff but nothing quite like this.” they said percabeth rights

grover also calls charon ‘weird guy’

the wittlest minotaur

this song is a trip 

its literally just kristin (annabeth) singing from the minotaurs pov but hes like...small

it ends with “and thats no bull” loll

and here’s a one hour long concert the cast did where they sang a bunch of the songs live its really funny

[bright-molina]

Emergency Contact

synopsis: Sometimes it takes an accident and the revelation that Buck is Luke's emergency contact to really bring the Buckley-Mercer (et al) Family to the same page.

fandoms: Julie and the Phantoms x 911

relationships/characters: Buckley!reader (gender neutral), Alex Mercer, Evan Buckley, Luke Patterson, Athena Grant, Maddie Buckley (all relationships are familial/platonic)

word count: 2503

warnings: mentions of minor injuries (and I mean minor, sprained ankle, minor concussion is all)

a/n: @biqherosix surprise! Catch me pushing the Buckley-Mercer family agenda cause I can. For anyone wondering, we're running with the idea that they're cousins. I honestly have no idea where this came from, I wrote it at like midnight yesterday. And it only figures that the first thing I post in forever is a crossover that is mostly self-indulgent but I promise I'm trying to get the hang of things again.

For those of y'all that haven't seen 911 but still wanna read: one, I appreciate you so much oh my gosh, two, I highly recommend it and three, all you really need to know for this one is that Buck is a firefighter with the 118, Athena Grant is a police officer, and Maddie is Buck's older sister and a 911 dispatcher. If I missed anything and you wanna know feel more than free to ask!

The absolute last thing you expected was your phone ringing well past midnight.

“Don’t answer it.”

Alex’s voice sounded from beside you, muffled by the pile of blankets he was buried under. You rolled your eyes and reached for your phone only to have him snatch it out of your grip and stuff it under the blankets alongside him.

“Give it back!”

“No,” Alex crossed his arms tighter, ignoring the second ring completely. “It’s probably Buck checking to see if we’ve gone to sleep yet, if you answer he’ll know we’re still up.”

“Like Buck would voluntarily be up right now. He’s fifteen hours into a twenty four hour shift,” You leaned back against the couch, knowing there was no tearing the phone away from Alex. “Will you at least check who it is to make sure it’s not Maddie?”

Alex groaned, loud and exaggerated, before sticking his head underneath his blankets to check your phone. You were just barely able to hear his panicked ‘uh oh’ before he put on his best fake tired voice and answered, “Hello?”

“Alexander Mercer, what are you doing awake at this hour?”

“I wasn’t awake.”

“Sure you weren’t. Give the phone to y/n.”

He was handing you the phone in a flash and you could see his wide eyes in the dim blue light coming from the living room tv. “It’s Athena.”

“Thanks, I heard. And I told you so,” You smacked him with your pillow when he stuck his tongue out and he quickly ducked back under the blankets. Whether he was hiding from you or Athena was up for debate. “Hi Athena.”

“Y/N,” Uh oh was right. You recognized the tone in her voice immediately. Exasperated and tired with a little bit of worry laced through. “You wouldn’t be able to get ahold of Buck would you?”

“I could,” You sat up straighter and Alex peeked out from under the blankets again, craning his neck to listen in on the conversation. “Is something wrong? Can’t you call Captain Nash?”

“I could,” Athena echoed your words back to you and you heard muffled shouting in the back. “But Captain Nash isn’t Luke’s emergency contact.”

“His what!”

“It’s not a big deal!” Luke’s voice. It was him who had been shouting. “I’m fine!”

“The cast you’re wearing says different,” There was a click on the other end of the line and Alex tripped over the discarded blankets and pillows as he rushed to look for the car keys. “We couldn’t reach him and Maddie was his second emergency contact but May said she went home early today.”

“Yeah, uh, she -” You put on your shoes as fast as possible and reached for the nearest sweater, one you were sure wasn’t yours. “Jee’s teething so she - she’s probably busy with her. What happened? Luke -”

“Is fine. You just focus on getting to the station and bringing Buck to Med cause he’s gotta fill out some papers. I’ll stay here with him until you do.”

“Okay. Okay we’ll be there soon.”

“Y/N put me on speaker,” Athena must’ve been able to hear the panic in your voice. She knew both you and Alex well enough to know every emotion that was running through you both at that moment. “I want both of you to listen to me. Luke is okay. A little scratched up. Maybe a bruised ego. But he’s just fine, I promise you.”

If there was anybody you trusted it was Athena Grant. So you and Alex shared a look, thanked her, and sprinted out of the apartment wondering what on earth Luke had gotten himself into.

“What do you mean you don’t know!”

“Athena didn’t tell us anything!” You shouted right back at Buck despite knowing it probably wasn’t the best idea given the time or the circumstances. Alex was a few feet away, talking quietly to Chimney to have him relay a message to Maddie. She’d be less angry if the news came from him.

“I thought he went back home,” Buck shook his head before jogging down the stairs and you followed him. He all but charged to the locker room and started shoving all his things in the duffel he always carted with him from the apartment to the station and back. “I thought he was okay.”

It wasn’t until then, until you caught a glimpse of his reflection in the little mirror in his locker surrounded by pictures, that you realized something. Evan Buckley, the firefighter, your brother who always seemed so fearless, was scared.

Buck’s mind was racing at a million miles an hour. He kept going through every piece of information he could from the last two days. Luke had promised him. Sworn he was going back home to his parents. He should’ve known better. They were too much alike and he should’ve known better.

He supposed the worrying came with the territory. The anxiety and panic and not knowing were all things he didn’t like but things he would bear if it meant making sure one of his own was okay.

He had always been protective. You were the youngest Buckley and he took it upon himself to make sure you had a better life than him and Maddie had had. Alex was family and he didn’t hesitate to give him a home when he needed one, metaphorically and literally.

And somewhere along the way the Buckley-Mercer family had grown without him realizing it. Alex had brought his band, his friends, over for dinner once and from that moment on they became a fixture in his life.

Bobby, who was surprised the first time Maddie grinned and hugged him, telling him how proud she was of him. Reggie, who was the first to accept a place in their makeshift home, needing the support and love they offered more than anything. And Luke, who was stubborn and wore his heart on his sleeve and fit right in with them.

And Buck couldn’t believe he had let them down. He couldn’t believe that he tried so hard to let Luke know he was there for him and he had failed. If he had just paid a little more attention then -

“I know what you’re thinking,” Your voice cut off his thoughts and he paused for a moment before continuing.

“No you don’t.”

“You’re blaming yourself. It’s what you always do,” You watched as he pocketed his phone and zipped up the bag. “It’s what you did when I thought I could jump off the swing and ended up with a broken arm even though you couldn’t have stopped me. It’s what you did when Alex had that really bad allergic reaction even though none of us knew he was allergic in the place. It’s what you’re doing now.”

Buck slammed the locker shut without meaning to and silently wondered how you seemed to know everything about him when he seemed to know nothing about any of you, not really. He wasn’t like you or Maddie or Alex and that had never been more clear.

“I’m not blaming myself. I just -” He sighed and walked out of the locker room, past you and Alex, and around to the drivers side of the car. He didn’t get in yet. Instead he glanced between the two of you. “I’m not Maddie. I don’t know how to tell what you guys are thinking. I don’t know how to do the things she does. I can’t help how she does. But - but maybe if I could then -”

“You’re right,” You cut him off, already knowing where he was going. “You’re not Maddie. But we don’t need another Maddie, we need Buck.”

“Y/N’s right,” Alex leaned against the top of the car and gave an easy shrug. “Maddie does family dinners every week and helps us with homework and keeps superhero bandaids around for when Reg and Bobby come back from the skate park with scrapes all over them. But you host game nights and come to every one of our practices when you’re not here and tell really bad jokes when you know we need to hear them.”

“They aren’t bad -”

“Yeah they are,” Both you and Alex answered in sync, successfully pulling the faintest laugh from Buck.

“You’re Buck,” You repeated and finally opened the door of the car. “And when Luke left home he came to you. Athena said you’re his emergency contact because he trusts you more than anyone else. We all do.”

It took less than a couple seconds for Buck to nod and get in the car, the two of you following his lead. Moments later he was speeding away from the 118 and in the direction of the hospital, determined to be where he was needed.

“You’re an idiot, Luke Patterson.”

“Wow thanks,” Luke rolled his eyes from where he sat on the couch, an action that earned him a scolding from you, and kept picking at the fabric of the pillow he was holding to him.

It was nearing mid morning and you had all gotten back to Buck’s apartment only a short while ago. The combined insistence and intimidation coming from both Buck and Athena meant the doctors had no choice but to run as many tests as necessary until they were positive Luke was fine.

Your eyes scanned his face again, a habit you’d picked up from Maddie, in an attempt to assess the damage once more to be sure nothing had gone wrong in the last ten minutes.

A butterfly bandage on his forehead above his left eye. Some scrapes on his arms from the fall. The brace around his right ankle propped up on the coffee table and some pillows. A tear in his favorite flannel that you were already patching up.

“What were you thinking?” You sighed and dropped your hands, turning in your spot beside him to look at him and read all the expressions flashing across his face. “You got hit by a car, Luke.”

“I did not!” He flinched when Alex, fast asleep across the other couch, shifted a little at the noise. Buck did the same thing upstairs in the loft, though he recognized the sound of talking and opted to listen in. “I swerved out of the way. The bike lost control and I hit the pavement but I’m fine.”

“The mild concussion and sprained ankle beg to differ,” You stared again. Luke refused to meet your eyes, refused to look anywhere around the apartment that wasn’t the pillow on his lap. He’d been doing the same thing since Buck had nearly busted down the door of the room he’d been sitting in at the hospital. “What were you thinking?”

“I don’t know,” Luke finally sighed, knowing you wouldn’t let it go any time soon. “I just - I did go home. At first. And i-it was okay until my mom started doing that -that thing she does. The voice, talking down, asking when I was gonna start getting serious, telling me I should do better. I tried but she wouldn’t stop saying all of it so I -” His shoulders sank and his head hung low and you moved closer. “I left.”

“So why didn’t you come back here?” You reached out, hand on his arm in an attempt to get him to hear you. To listen to you. To talk to you. “What made you think you couldn’t?”

It took a few moments but when Luke finally looked up his eyes were watering and he looked unsure. He looked scared and he was never scared. “I didn’t want to disappoint anyone else.”

“I don’t know if you know this,” You gave a sigh and leaned against the back of the couch on one arm. “But we are, historically, a pretty messed up family.”

You successfully pulled a laugh from Luke and a muffled ‘shut up’ from Alex only made the two of you laugh more. But when the laughter faded away you were left with the ghost of those doubts. Present and needing closure. To be acknowledged and reassured.

“There is nothing you could do that would disappoint Maddie and Buck, believe me,” You gave him a faint, sad smile and for a second he wondered what memories were the source of it. “And you never have to be scared. We’re your family and we’re here for you. Me and Alex and Buck and Maddie. Athena who stayed with you until we got there and after. Chimney who’s breaking the news to Maddie to save us all. Albert. May. Bobby. Reggie. You have all of us. I hate to break it to you but you’re a part of our weird little family and we aren’t going anywhere any time soon. So please, please never feel like you have to hide from us. You’re home here, Luke.”

And he believed every word. For a moment he wondered why he ever doubted it in the first place. It was evident in the way he had a designated spot at the dining table at Maddie’s place. In the way his clothes took up a good amount of space in one of the dressers upstairs. In the pair of house keys that hung on a chain around his neck. Reggie and Bobby were also given a pair long ago.

“Does one of you want to explain to me what the hell happened!” The sound of the door being thrown open startled all of you. Alex sat up quickly and Buck came barreling down the stairs to meet Maddie at the door.

Bobby and Reggie came in after her, holding piles of various items she’d insisted on bringing with. They were followed moments later by Albert carrying bags filled with takeout and then Chimney with Jee-Yun in her car seat.

It was dead silent for a moment as Maddie looked between her siblings, her cousin, and the boy she considered one of her own. They were all her family and that was that.

Finally the silence was broken by Luke leaning over in your direction and quietly asking, “Hey, does home have a place I can hide from Maddie until she’s less mad?”

“Oh, Luke,” You offered him a smile he recognized as a slightly sympathetic yet playful one. “There is nowhere you can hide where Maddie’s anger, love, and aggressive post-injury nurturing won’t reach. Good luck.”

She sat in your spot the moment you stood up and was immediately making sure Luke was okay. Her eyes scanned each injury just as yours had and when she finally let him take a breath he looked around.

All of this, the chaos that was unpacking the various takeout boxes. Setting up a little station on the kitchen island with various medical supplies. Chasing Jee-Yun around as she crawled and wobbled all around the place. Music playing softly in the background as everyone smiled and talked and felt relieved that he was okay.

This was home. Luke was sure of it.

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[naturalistwitch]

Something i wish more witches/pagans understood : something doesn't have to be old to be powerful and to hold spiritual truth. That means you really can have your own take on something without twisting historical facts into pretzels to make it seem super old and mystical and ancient !!!!!!! (Also known as : separate your UPG from proven historical facts)

I'm kind of ranting but I just came off a zoom ritual with my witchy women's group that was a huge mess. This is a huge group that has been getting together for decades - whoever leads the ritual changes a lot. This time it was supposed to be about Medusa, which is one of my favorite figures of greek myth so I was like, this is going to be awesome ! But shortly before the ritual the friend i live with and me were given this text to edit and read about the "history/myth" of Medusa and...wow it was a mess. All sorts of jumps in logic, shortcuts and flat out lies and icky aspects ("Athena is the goddess of women" jfkfkfkf WHAT) and it was just very badly written. We ended up taking whole bits out of it and the woman in question stopped us during the reading and got very angry and I just...we should have told her probably but it was last minute and we kind of got jumped with it and reading something you feel uncomfortable with is kind of not great. So yeah that was kind of on us for not communicating better but also like...this wouldn't have happened if she did her research or presented it as her take on the myth instead of some universal truth jfjfbfkf

I'm kind of a newbie in the group so i don't feel like stirring the pot too much but ugh

[sery-chan-13]

Boredom, much like toxic people, can get the fuck out of my life. Anywho, here's some fluffy things that I personally think would happen with you being Niragi's before the games happened

Warnings: language and kind of? Suggestive content

- Late night drives because his job keeps him till late, and if you're still up, neither of you can go to sleep? You're going for a drive.

- Him getting home super late, and seeing you asleep, so he just curls up next to you on the bed, trying not to wake you up

- now, if you fall asleep on the couch, he'll wake you up, because he knows he doesn't have the strength to carry another human being up the stairs. Doesn't want to drop you. Again. (You don't talk about it)

- When he has off of work, he takes you anywhere and everywhere. It's his way of saying "I'm sorry I can't spend more time with you, but I really love you, you mean the absolute world to me'' to cheesy for him? Ok, sorry, um... oops :')

- Did someone say caffeine addiction?

- There's always fresh coffee for you every morning when you wake up if you're not up at the same time

- If he gets home and you're still up, he's like "I'm the only insomniatic bitch in this house hold, what the fuck?"

- gamer rage. I promise you, if you're not used to excessive swearing, you will be.

- given that, if he finds the time to play games, he will forget about giving you attention until you have to physically crawl onto his lap. Or maybe he does it on purpose so you sit on his lap?

- couch cuddles

- if you ever have to bring him something he forgot at home to work, you will be surprised at how messy his office is.

- Has contacts, but will still wear his glasses occasionally, and if you don't know, coming home to him sitting in a chair, reading something, or playing a game with his glasses on, is very much attractive. But, that's your little secret.

- when his hair started getting longer, you always offered to style it for him. It was so relaxing he fell asleep a couple times

- Sometimes gets home late, and will stay up doing work. It got to the point he didn't sleep for a whole week. Like, you had to drag him to bed.

- you know those cute couples that will bake cookies at 3 in the morning with music and dance in the kitchen, watch horror movies the whole night, laughing instead of screaming? Yeah, that's your guy's aesthetic

- If he has to work late, and you had something planned, he feels horrible, but will call you to tell you. He does promise to make it up to you though. Interpret that as you will.

- You guys know the song work from home by fifth harmony? Yeah, you've definitely used that song in many of your playlists, or even just gotten caught dancing in the kitchen to it.

- Do you steal his work shirts and or hoodies? No. You don't steal them. You're a relationship. Half and half. 50/50. What's his is yours, what's yours is his- ok, ok, fine, maybe you do steal them.

- Says the most random shit in the most awkward times. Like, you two will be arguing about something (no relationship is perfect, and everyone argues. As long as you two come to a conclusion, and are mature about it, there should be no problems!) And he'll just go, "And I should be really pissed off right now, but you're hot when you're angry and I-" "What? Finish your sentence." "I think that's an inside thought right now." "No, no. Please. Enlighten me." "Fine. I should be really pissed off right now, but you're hot when you're angry and I can't help imagining you screaming for different reasons." "You horny bastard..." "You still love me for it though." "Why we're we even arguing?" "I dunno."

- His inability to keep his thoughts to himself has saved his ass in that situation and many many more

- Another thing he can't keep to himself? Can't keep his hands to himself in public. It's just... he can't. What if guys stare at you, and don't assume he's your boyfriend? How will he be able to show you're his without having to say it?

- Anyone else see him as the type to love seeing his lover in cosplay, because 'wow, that's so cool!' And he might want to do it himself, but won't out of embarrassment. But will support you

- you two got matching tattoos later in the relationship, seeing that it was getting serious. It wasn't anything bad either. You two either got the ones where they said some lyrics to your favorite songs or a quote from a book or game. Example would be yours saying "Ready Fred?" And his saying "Ready George." Or yours saying(one of my favorite songs, so it's like... kind of sad, but besides the point) "Can you blame me for and his saying "Wanting a little more of you?" Ooh, or or or, "You're the only friend I need, Share regrets like little kids, we'll laugh until our ribs get tired" and his saying the same thing, because it repeats itself in that part? I don't know, I'm dumb, but that is currently my favorite song, and yeah-

- Waffles over pancakes. That wasn't one of the headcanons, but yeah

- Has made a fake gun out of monster cans. Maybe you influenced him into it. But you'll never tell

- Sometimes, he'll be playing games, and you just stare... at his hands... just ... clicking away at buttons... my adhd would be like "ooh, buttons! Ooh... clicky sound...' and regress from there

- you two either got: a pit bull(cuties^_^), snakes, or dobermans. Here's I think these would go:

The pit bull is a sweetheart. If it was a girl, you guys named her something that meant sugar/candy. If it was a boy, let's be honest, Niragi probably named him after a character from a game. You agreed to it. The cutest thing in the world! Has a nest of blankets and pillows, and has a habit of gently picking them up, and dragging them to you or Niragi.

Ok, the snakes was a thing you both had planned for a while? Like... he probably did so much research. Now, if you are a Potterhead, you might name it after a slytherin.

The dobermans. Yeah, you got two. They're names would either be Artemis and Apollo or Aries and Athena. (Or other, those are just what I think!) They're really sweet and nice dogs, but have also been trained to protect you by your oh so loving boyfriend. So, gods forbid you're in the situation where you need help, the words 'Sick em' or 'Protect' will be enough. But they're good dogs, and legitimately big cuddle bugs.

Ok. I'm good now. How was your day? Good I hope? Please remember these are my personal headcanons of him BEFORE the borderlands. Don't kill me please

[chancelloramidala]

Staring at the Sun ➤ Evan Buckley

Chapter One: You’re Fucking Joking.

Warnings: shooting, gunshot, blood, hospitals

Masterlist

Injuries on the job, especially as a firefighter, was nothing new. You had to be ready to endure whatever came at you, it was apart of the job description to be frank. But nothing could prepare Marceline Pierce for getting fucking shot, not once, but twice. The first bullet hit her in the thigh, luckily barely missing her femoral artery and stayed lodged in there, while the second on swiped clean through her left abdomen.

The call was to an cocaine overdose at a suburban mansion, and whilst everyone else was helping the victim, Marceline and Buck searched the rest of the house for the person who dialed 9-1-1. They made the stupid decision to split up so they could more ground because when I tell you the mansion was huge, it was. That’s when Marceline found who they were looking for in the bathroom.

It was a white male, early thirties and completely coked up by the smudged white lines on the marbled counter along with the white power covering his nose. He looked severely disheveled and was waving a gun around, muttering to himself and pacing back and forth. Marceline tried to talk the guy down, keeping her hands up to show that no she wasn’t a threat but didn’t keep her guard down. If worse came to worse, she was going to try and take the gun.

After that, everything was kind of... hard for her to remember if you could believe it. There were certain things she could remember, like how she was carefully walking towards the guy, Johnny that was his name, when Buck suddenly entered the room in search for Marceline. Johnny then pointed to gun at Buck, the last person, she wanted to be near a fucking gun.

So she acted on instinct, her mind yelling at her to make sure Buck was safe. Marceline charged towards Johnny, and when her hands were wrapped around his wrists, it went off and her left thigh was on fire. But it didn’t matter, Buck was still in danger. She groaned, biting through the pain as she staggering towards Johnny when he shot at her again but this time aiming for her side.

That’s when she finally fell, sort of slow-mo like as she bled onto the tiled floors.

Bobby was suddenly hovering over her, so was Chimney. Talking was hard at the time, so she just stared blankly at her Captain as one of the paramedics tried to stabilize her for transport. Buck was suddenly there too, he looked angry and seemed to be shouting but to be honest, Marceline couldn’t hear what he was saying.

But... where was Johnny?

Was the gun away?

Was Buck safe now?

Her mind was spinning.

She was then inside of the ambulance, Bobby beside her and holding her hand as he and Chimeny told her to stay awake. And Marceline tried, she really did. 

But, fuck, her eyes were heavy, almost as if someone put bricks on them.

So against her Captain’s orders, she slept.

Later, much later, Marceline woke up in a hospital room to the beeping of machines she was hooked up on and a cartoon playing incessantly on the shitty TV. Sitting beside her was her best friend, roommate, and ex-girlfriend Nicolette Bishop.

Apparently, she’s been out for four days from a medically induced coma after the shooting incident. Her team has been visiting since then, leaving small gifts and reading to her until she woke up. Even Nic’s daughter, Gemma came to visit a few times and proof of that was her poorly painted toenails and drawings left by her bedside.

Even though she was glad to be alive, Marceline couldn’t help but wonder if Buck was okay. Her chest was tight with anxiety at that thought.

Were her efforts in vain?

Did she really get fucking shot for nothing?

“No, Buck’s fine.” Nic told her as she fluffed Marceline’s pillow for the hundredth time that hour. “He visited you while you were out, just talking about random things, I didn’t really hear him.”

She relaxed at that, inwardly smiling at the fact that he was here when she was asleep.

The doctor said she’d be out of commission for at least a month and a half to heal properly and then another for physical therapy and check-ups.

Marceline fucking hated that. She verbalized that to her doctor, who wasn’t surprised and just shrugged before leaving.

What was she supposed to do till then? Sit her ass on the couch in front of the television and watch shitty reality TV? Plus, she knew Nic was going to baby the hell out of her till she could walk by herself.

But Nic wasn’t the only person ready to help Marceline.

By the time Marceline was released from the hospital, the 118 had already prepared a schedule where they’d take turns to spend the afternoon with her when they had the days off.

The last thing she wanted as her team to step into her home, one of the few places where she could separate her work life with her home life. But it’s not like she was able to have a say in any of this.

Nic was absolutely thrilled for the extra help, knowing that she’d be a little preoccupied from her job as a caretaker to take anymore personal days off, when only the month before Gemma was sick with a stomach bug.

For the next two months and a half, Marceline was bombarded by Bobby’s cooking, Chimney’s horrible jokes, and Hen’s warm hugs. As for Buck? Well he visited a little less than the rest of them, continuously thanking her for basically saving his life. The poor woman didn’t know how to respond to this, only lamely shrugging and picking at her nails while saying, “I just did what anyone else would do...” for the one’s they love...

In between those heartfelt visits, Athena Grant came by to give her a stern talking to about charging at someone with a loaded weapon. For as long as Marceline could remember, Athena was the mother-figure she never had growing up in the foster system and always fretted when she did something a little too reckless on the job.

“What the hell were you thinking? That druggie had a gun pointing at you, Marceline! You’re obviously not bulletproof!” Athena would go on a tangent, wagging her finger at the younger woman. 

“But he pointed the gun at Buck too, Athena!” Marceline shot back with a type of ferocity that the cop never saw before. “I...I didn’t think at the time, I know that but... I didn’t care what happened to me.” she chewed at her lower lip as she stared at the older woman. “Buck was in danger, I just- I had to- I would never forgive myself if something-” happened to him.

Marceline broke down, her hands now shaking as tears spilled out of her eyes. She broke eye contact with Athena, covering her face with her shaky hands to hid how embarrassed and vulnerable she felt in this moment.

Athena watched the young woman that she considered one of her own as she was struck with a realization. “You’re in love with him, aren’t you sweetheart?”

Marceline whimpered, curling herself in a ball that wouldn’t break her stitches.

“Oh, baby,” Athena sat down next to her and wrapped her arms around the weeping woman before pulling her into a side hug. “I’m sorry for giving you a hard time, I was just worried about you.” she placed a kiss to Marceline’s hair. “But I understand. We do crazy things for the people we love.”

Marceline was finally cleared to go back to work in the next two weeks. Her confession was only known to Athena and Nic (the latter only learning this piece of information months beforehand with a drunk Marceline going on and on about why she loves Buck), and was never spoken about again.

But after her sort of near death situation, Marceline decided that she should tell Buck how she feels. Even if he was a self-diagnosed sex addict. It didn’t matter. Life was too short to have any regrets, right?

Marceline came to her first day back with anxiety settling in her bloodstream, her blue duffel bag hung over her shoulder. She was glad that there was no one greeting her or anything, it was as if she never got shot. All she wanted was to get back to work and have everything go by smoothly. Then she walked over to her locker, “PIERCE” written in neat, bold handwriting and stuffed her things inside.

“Mars, come up, breakfast is getting cold!” Bobby shouted over the railing.

She grinned. God, she missed Bobby’s cooking. Not that she didn’t have constant access to it because there were literally tons of leftovers currently sitting in her fridge, but it was different when Bobby cooked at the fire station. Now, it was actually a home cooked meal.

“Alright, Bobby, hold on,” she yelled back at him before ascending up the stairs, holding the railing because wow did these steps get bigger somehow?

And as she finally reached the top steps, she almost immediately wanted to turn around run away.

“Welcome back, Marceline!” everyone cheered and smiled excitedly underneath a large, brightly colored banner hung up above.

Fuck, this is not what she wanted. “Oh gosh,” she started, her hand finding it’s way into her hair. “You guys really didn’t have to-”

“Ba-ba-ba,” Chimney shook his head and stepped forward before slinging his arm around her shoulder. “Yes we did, we’ve missed your brooding presence inside the truck and had to celebrate your return.”

"Look, we know you didn’t want a big welcome back kind of party, so it’s just us, some cake, and pure vibes.” Hen looked at Marceline thoughtfully with a small smile.

It really was just Bobby, Hen, Chimney, and Athena. The presence of Buck was missing, but that wasn’t too surprising, he tended to be late to almost everything.

Bobby then held up a cake with a bright smile. “It’s ice cream cake, your favorite.”

Yes, ice cream cake is indeed Marceline’s favorite. And, yes, she really did not want to make a big deal about her return... but the hopeful and expecting looks on her teams faces made her throw away her previous reservations.

“Alright, fine.” she sighed before playfully shoving Chimney’s arm off of her shoulder. “I guess, I’ll enjoy myself until we have a call.”

“Ah, that’s the spirit!” Athena smiled and clapped her hands together. “Okay, here are the plates and the utensils-”

“Hey guys, sorry for being late,” Buck’s voice filled the air and Marceline almost instantly whipped around with a dumbest smile on her face. “But I wanted to bring Abby,”

Abby? Who the fuck was Abby?

Marceline’s smile wavered at the sight of a redheaded woman who was at least double her own age standing behind Buck. With closer inspection, they were holding hands.

Oh...

“That’s alright Buck, c’mon and get some cake before Marceline eats the whole thing,” Bobby smiled at the other man and waved the couple over.

"Well, I felt a little silly coming here without anything so I brought brownies,” Abby smiled lightly, holding up store-bought brownies as she walked over.

“All food is welcomed,” Athena replied in kind to her before sneaking at glance at Marceline who stood scarily still and was obviously biting back a few emotions.

Abby nodded and placed the brownies on the table as she took a plate that Buck handed her before turning her attention to Marceline. “Hi, I don’t think we’ve met, I’m Abby, I’ve heard great things about you”

Marceline hated how almost on sight she hated Abby’s guts. And it was over a stupid fucking reason, a boy. God, way to be less of a fucking feminist, Marceline.

So she put on one of her best “this is fine, I’m perfectly okay” which meant a tight smile plastered on her face and shoved every dark and ugly emotion she had into the deepest parts of her soul.

You could do this, you can fake being nice and perfectly okay, you’ve done this your whole life.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Abby, I’m Marceline,”

@skyslowalking​ & @beelarson 4 u darlings <3​

[crazybagelbitch]

The 5 times Chim bolted in a pole slide, and the one time he stayed strong. LOL. Or something along these lines. ALL THE POLE SLIDING PLEASE.

...you’re welcome

1.

He realizes he’s babbling on and on about the Buckley family secret when it’s too late to try and recover and convince his coworkers he’s talking about something other than his girlfriend’s family’s complicated mess. A secret dead brother, really? And he’s just not supposed to tell? Okay then, he’ll do his best for Maddie because he understands why she hasn’t told Buck about it but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s terrible at keeping secrets.

“I-I have to go,” he stammers out, realizing that the situation cannot be salvaged. 

Really, taking the stairs would have made more sense than going down the pole, but well, he wasn’t exactly thinking clearly at that point.

2.

The next time it happens, it’s a deliberate choice to use the fire pole because he wants out of that situation as quickly as possible.

“I mean, Hen, what’s the point of going to medical school at this point in your life?”

“At this point in my life? Are you calling me old, Buck? Really, do women stop having value after age 30, is that what you’re saying?”

“No, I just-- Chimney, help me out here.”

“You make your bed, you lay in it, Buckaroo,” he shakes his head, before running towards the pole to yeet himself the fuck out of there.

3.

He’s not even paying attention this time, is the thing. He’s reading a baby book and trying not to panic about how complicated newborn living breathing things are when all the sudden a glass is being slammed down on the table. He snaps his head up, wondering who is mad at who this time. His guess is Hen being mad at Buck again but this time, it’s Eddie who’s pissed.

But he’s right about the someone being angry at Buck thing.

“You friended Ana on Facebook, Buck? And started messaging her? You haven’t even met her in person yet!”

“Hey! I can’t see her in person because of COVID, and I have to get to know my best friend’s girlfriend somehow. She seems great, by the way. Absolutely lovely, and she shared a great muffin recipe with me.”

“You know, you could have just asked to facetime her with me at work one day, not gone behind my back and interrogated her like you were Athena and she was accused of the bank heist this time.”

“Interrogation is a strong word, Eddie. You can just tell a lot about a person by what time they eat dinner in the evening.”

Chimney can’t help the snort of laughter that erupts from him but clearly, Eddie isn’t a fan of it.

“You think this is funny, Chim?”

“I, uh, no?”

“Then why are you laughing?”

And down the pole again he goes.

4.

The fourth time it happens, it almost turns out horribly.

He’s lying on the couch, more than a little out of it as he waits for Maddie to come bring him home from work because God knows he couldn’t drive himself in this state. He’s a little uh, high, from the wonderful painkiller injection Hen had given him after he dislocated his ankle and she had to shove it back into place.

Oh earthquake aftershocks, you’re a little bitch.

“You having fun there?” Hen laughs, ruffling his hair, “maybe I gave you a little too much of the good stuff given that you’ve been staring at the wall for twenty minutes now.”

“Its’a pretty wall, Hen.”

“Yeah, definitely too much,” Bobby laughs and the rest of his coworkers quickly join in.

“Mean!” Chimney whines, trying to clap his hands together but completely missing, “workplace bullying.”

“No one’s bullying you, Chim,” Hen cackles, “just observing. So you just relax and enjoy--”

“Bullying!” he protests, bursting into tears from the drugs as he stumbles to his feet and then hobbles towards the pole.

“No, no, no, Chim no!” Buck protests, getting up from his seat and sprinting towards Chimney but his drugged up friend manages to get there just in the nick of time.

There’s a horrified silence upstairs before the sound of two feet clumsily hitting the ground.

“M’alive, guys!”

5.

Chimney, bags under his eyes after being up every two hours with his two month hold, shows Eddie a picture of Jee-Yun.

“Wow, she’s adorable. When are you and Maddie going to have the next one?”

Yep, right down the fire pole.

+1.

“Hey, Chim? Can we talk?”

The voice of his girlfriend breaks him out of his reverie and he’s up on his feet immediately. She sounds nervous and he hadn’t been expecting her, so a million worst case scenarios immediately fill his mind.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is Jee-Yun okay?”

“Oh, no, please don’t freak out,” she sighs, “we’re both-- neither of us are sick or hurt. It’s okay, Howie. Here, hold her.”

Confused but compliant, he dutifully takes their nine month old from her arms and bounces her gently.

“Maddie, what’s going on? I know you said not to freak out but you seem freaked out and it’s freaking me out.”

“Can we go somewhere more private?”

“Sure, but you’re not breaking up with me, right? Because if you’re breaking up with me then--”

“I’m not breaking up with you,” she shakes her head, “it’s okay, just--”

“What? Are you pregnant again, Mads?” Buck asks, completely joking but both of them pick up on the look on Maddie’s face and realize that, in fact, Buck has hit the nail on the head.

“You’re pregnant?” he whispers, clutching at Jee-Yun anxiously because she’s perfect and maybe the more the merrier but he and Maddie hadn’t been planning to have another baby.

“I am,” she nods, “I-I didn’t mean to tell you in front of Buck but he... he guessed it so.”

He has to admit, with the rest of the 118 silently watching this all play out with amused looks on their faces, he looks over at the pole for a quick second. But he decides against it because one, Jee-Yun is in his arms, and two, Maddie might actually break up with him if he does.

“Come on,” he sighs, putting a hand on her back, “let’s go talk away from the peanut gallery.”

He takes the stairs instead.