#art by ilyone

[tangerine-brooks]

exact quote

[vahalia-cress]

⸸ Ilyon Asoh ⸸

Violence/Tenderness: DAY 2 @daily-writing-challenge

Violent lands wrought with countless years of tribal wars and strife. Such was the way of Tural and its inhabitants, older rather than newer. It had only come to know peace within the past 80 years during Gulool Ja Ja who sought to unite the people of Tural as a nation. And it stood, thriving even, to this day when he was setting his Promises out into the world to partake in their Rite of Succession. They considered it a pilgrimage where Vahalia was from, and the two weren’t too far off from one another in their respective purposes. It was never about the end but the journeys in between.

Vahalia had felt that nostalgia pluck at her memory bank, as she sat before the fire watching it crackle and flickler within the night air. A little over a decade ago it had been her, two others and their mentor traveling around the world taking up odd jobs on the side of their studies as Magi. It felt like a lifetime ago, she was a different person then than she was now, perhaps all roads eventually led her to this very place.

This journey.

Light golden eyes cut towards the two sleeping figures in their sleeping rolls. Cordelia and Wren were seemingly well protected as Vahalia and Castien had taken the first watch.

They had boarded the dirigibles into Yak’T’el taking their mounts with them and settled for the evening just at the outskirts of the Village of Ilyon Asoh beside the biggest tree they could find to shield them from the gentle tapping of rain they had felt prior in their travels.

A soft ruffle of the Chocobo feathers came and once more the large, geared, and armored avians adjusted back into their comforts. Castien came into few and placed the foul she had procured along the triad of sticks she had prepared prior, “Enough for the evening and morning.” she commented, dusting off her hands and exhaling as she took a load off alongside the trunk of the tree beside Vahalia.

“I take it you’ve pinned down a good idea of the land? You’ve been gone for a while.”

“Bought a few maps in Iq Br’aax, I couldn’t say no to a good start, it’ll benefit my maps later when I piece it all together,” Castien replied and she dug into her pack beside her to pull out a sketchbook and a charcoal pencil, already doodling away.

“Have you always had a fondness for cartography and art?”

“Not always but it was all I had. I didn’t have my mother around and ended up in an orphanage before I was six years old. We couldn’t afford much there so I would sometimes find scraps of paper on the ground or get pieces of scrolls from the kitchen staff after they were done with their recipes. I used to use the soot from the fireplaces after the fires died down in the mornings and I would find an interest in creating images that way. When I could afford my first paintset I was drawn to landscapes and the people.” Castien chuckled as she looked sidelong to Vahalia, “S’pose that does that to a person when you’re locked up and don’t go far. When you become your own person you sort of just want to see everything and know everything around you. I always found it…calming.”

A low hum emitted from Vahalia as she eyed the sketchbook, hardly seeing anything to truly judge what was within but she had seen Castien’s work before, plenty of times even commissioning her and buying her maps, especially when it came to her first purchasing ships for trade. There was very little to scrutinize however, she did find familiar ground with the prospect of something beautiful coming from the depths of depression and longing, abandonment and trauma.

Tenderly Vahalia’s lips curled into a subtle smile – it wasn’t perfect but it remained all the same, “you made something of yourself despite the things baring your way. I admire that.”

“Thank you.” Castien tilted her head and smirked in Vahalia’s direction.

“Some people are the prize, some are the punishment.” she retorted quietly and she slowly returned her gaze to the flickering fire before them.

“And which do you consider yourself, Vahalia?”

“That depends on who you ask.” Lady Cress’s gentle smile eventually twitched into a bit of a smirk. She was both hellfire and holy water, what you drank depended on how you treated her.

[xoxobuckybarnes]

June 2024 Reading List

Completed

Penumbra (Rated: NR, Words: 12K) by BonkyBornes / @bonky-bornes & art by @bergamotene

Summary: There was nothing more dangerous than having a soulmate. That’s what James had been taught his entire life. Being bound to another, life for life, got one killed just as surely as treason. Anyone with the mark of a binding was executed. Kings and peasants alike, it didn’t matter. There was nothing more dangerous than secondary loyalty to your Kingdom. James mastered the art of knives and silence, he learned to move like a shadow, unseen and inescapable. Bondeds were a disease, and he was a cure. He’d rather have his hands stained red than see his people suffer. Bondeds killed to protect one life. James killed to protect them all. - The Northern and Southern Kingdoms have been at war over Bonded Pairs for years. When a temporary armistice is proposed, and James is invited to the Southern Kingdom, it's one last chance to find a way towards peace.

Two Seat Sofa, Hensta Light Brown (Rated: T, Words: 6K) by whatthefoucault / @whatthefoucault & art by Ilyone / @ilyone

Summary: "So..." Steve hesitated to finish the question, "are we dating?" (In which Steve and Bucky come home.)

in this trouble town (troubles are found) (Rated: E, Words: 46K) by burning_brighter / @burnin-brighter

Summary: Bucky wanted to be on the presidential security detail ever since he worked the inauguration four years prior. But, as it turns out, being in charge of the Vice President’s safety might be the best thing that’s happened to Bucky in a long time. When some things start being weird around the White House, Vice President Steve struggles to find who he can trust with the information that he has. But when he does, he and Bucky uncover more and more things that point towards treason. As they work together to bring the people involved down, they might find something else along the way.

Paper and Ugly Shirts (Rated: M, Words: 1K) by Andrea1717 / @andrea1717

Summary: Bucky and Steve hate each other. But they also can't keep their hands off of each other.

Prisoners of Love (Rated: E, Words: 30K) by DaddyBuckyMuffin

Summary: Steve Rogers goes to prison for the first time for fraud and has to share an 11x11 foot cell with his roommate, James “Bucky” Barnes (a known murderer). The gang activity is aggressive inside. What starts off as Bucky protecting Steve-the “new meat”- turns into something…more.

WIP

War & Peace and the Redemption of Bucky Barnes (Rated: E, Current Words: 25K) by ThePirateStorm / @fsbc-librarian

Summary: Bucky Barnes is running from his problems. He's housesitting for his best friend while she's on her honeymoon - the almost a year prior that he's been staying in her house doesn't count - when he's woken in the middle of the night by an angel and a demon. Okay, maybe they're not a literal angel and demon, but Steve Rogers *looks* like an angel, and his daughter Charli certainly *acts* like a demon. The father/daughter duo are running from their own problems, but that doesn't mean that they can't crash headlong into one another's lives. Throw in a cursed book for good measure, and it's about to get a whole lot more interesting.

[artbyeritza]

(why did I draw in a background-) WIP for a new piece. it's original art, not commission. these are my OCs Azariah and Ilyon for the story I'm writing. I never got to finish my nanowrimo2023 though

[hazoret]

Hey dudes if you really like cool MtG and Eternal content please consider giving Ilyon’s youtube channel a try! He’s a really awesome person and content creator, and he’s in danger of losing partner if he doesn’t get to 1000 subs in 30 days. Please consider giving his channel a look if you can!

[howelljenkins]

burdge and ilyone’s art make me so nostalgic for 2014 😔

I was too busy being a young teenager to truly appreciate the history I was experiencing live and I think that’s a tragedy

[stellahibernis]

Saturday morning fic rec:

Author’s summary:

"So..." Steve hesitated to finish the question, "are we dating?"

(In which Steve and Bucky come home.)

Words: 6824, Chapters: 1/1

Fandoms: Captain America - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov, Sam Wilson (Marvel), T'Challa (Marvel), Wade Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Scott Lang, Clint Barton, Original Character

Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Post-Captain America: Civil War (Movie), Brooklyn, Park Slope, Housewarming, IKEA, Flat-Pack Furniture, Captain America (1990 movie), PTSD, Therapy, New York, Soft Stucky, Slice of Life, Introspection, Sleepy Cuddles, Snacks & Snack Food

My notes:

This is such a great feel good story about coming home, and the art is absolutely perfect!

[ao3feed-stucky]

by Ilyone

A sketch for chapter 5 of Kalee60's story "The large and the smol of it" which was so hot and inspiring I had to stop what I was doing and draw this. Notably, my very first time drawing Shrinkyclinks, and also first proper drawing of pre-serum Steve so I'm not quite sure he turned out alright ? Go read the fic, it has both Shrinkyclinks and Shrunkyclunks and is totally the best kind of identity porn <3

Words: 0, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

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Type of fanwork: art Subtype(s): I'm pretty sure it's usually just called "fanart" (drawing/painting/etc) Fandom(s): Captain America (MCU), yuri!!! on ice, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Heroes of Olympus Length/size: Full color two characters with a simple background. $5 for a B and W sketch from the torso up, $10 for a full body BW sketch, $15 for a color pic of one character and then $10 addition per character Especially interested in: Steve/Bucky, Jason/Nico, Victor/Yuuri, I usually draw fluff and tenderness, I also like humoristic drawings Will not: No non-con or dub-con Notes: ANSWER

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Across the sea- a MCU/Stranger Things cross-over written by Smithsonianstucky aka @slowburntryhard on tumblr, art by Ilyone

Collaboration for @capreversebb, the Captain America Reverse Big Bang 2018.

Read on AO3

Rating: PG-13 for canon-typical violence

Word Count: 22,109

Relationships:  Eleven and Bucky Barnes friendship,  background Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

Summary:  Eleven doesn't know anything of the world. She doesn't know there is space beyond the walls of the lab, doesn't know there is more to life than experiments, Papa, and the bath. Other people know too much of the world, have lived too long... have known more than one life. Across the sea, the Asset that was once James Buchanan Barnes opens his eyes for a mission.

[grailwishes]

CASSANDRA OF TROY OVERVIEW.

CLASS : pretender.

TRUE NAME : princess cassandra of troy ( Κασσάνδρα / Κασάνδρα / Cassandranın )

AKA : God-Cursed, Iphigenia.

RARITY : 5 Star.

ATTRIBUTE : man.

ALIGNMENTS : Lawful・Neutral

COST : 16

SKILLS :

skill one : mad clairvoyance.

applies evade to self for three turns. low chance of applying evade to others. medium chance of applying target focus to other members.

skill two : war prize.

increases own damage against Greek enemies for 3 turns. 

after third ascension: increases party's damage against Greek enemies for 3 turns, and increases party's critical damage for 3 turns.

skill three : rapid curses of the divine

Charges own NP gauge, medium chance to inflict critical down, defense down.

PASSIVE SKILLS :

Curse of Apollo EX

Grants self Apollo’s Scorn status. [ Demerit ] ( Increases Burn damage on self by 20%. Increases Target Focus of being hit by Archers by 20% )

Territory Creation EX 

Increases own Arts performance by 12%.

Insanity A+

Increases own Buster performance by 9%.

Trojan Princess EX

Increases own damage against Greek enemies by 20%.

Increases own Arts performance by 5%.

Increases own debuff success rate by 10%.   ( excludes all greek characters )

ORIGIN : the illiad / greek mythos.

NOBLE PHANTOM : Yıkık İlyon ( eng : RUINED ILLION )

RANK : A

TYPE : Anti-Army

DESCRIPTION : tba.

OVERCHARGE TRAITS : tba.

TRAITS : Greek Mythology Female, Hominidae Servant, Humanoid, Female, Prophet, Cursed by a God, Princess, Nobility, Servant, Weak to Enuma Elish.

LIKES : to be left alone, quiet and small places, being believed, Troy, Hektor.

DISLIKES : being bothered, being touched, being hurt, being pulled away from things, accused of lying, Greeks, Paris, Agamemnon, Apollo.

[multifandom-damnation]

Before they could reply, an angry, booming voice shouted out from behind them. “What did you do?”

Panicked, the Stoll's spun around, Connor tripping over his own feet and almost falling on Nico if Travis hadn't caught him. It’s not that they were afraid of the son of Zeus- Jupiter... whatever, these Roman/Greek god things made no sense- but watching him storm up now, hands clenched at his sides, face contorted with rage and light glinting dangerously off his glasses was like being trampled by a heard of pegasi.

"H-hey Jason." Travis laughed nervously, as Jason stopped in front of them "what brings you to our neck of the woods?"

"Don't play dumb with me boys," Jason snapped, pushing the Stolls aside. "What did you..." his face fell. "Oh, hells."

Thank you to @ilyone and @betsib for both this art: http://ilyone.tumblr.com/image/90365923058 and for this fic: http://betsib.tumblr.com/post/89905696302/jasico-delirious-hi-honey-hope-youre-having-a  ! I hope you dont mind me writing something off of them, I just love them so much and couldn’t help myself x

Camp Half-Blood was full of demigods the month before the older campers left for college, the cabins fit to busting and the tables crowded with siblings.

The Stoll’s had decided over a too-late night coffee to pull off one last prank –the prank to crown all pranks- and had enlisted the help of Carrie Kingly, a daughter of Hecate.

In her hand was a small milky sphere, the size of a tennis ball, undulating and twisting in her hand like it had a mind of its own. “Who am I throwing this at again?” She turned to the Stoll’s, who were busy standing behind her and giggling.

“I don’t know,” Travis looked around the courtyard. “I suppose we just need to see who needs the most fun. Get them to lighten up.”

“Take a load off,” Connor added with a smirk as he stood on his toes and swiveled his head around the courtyard. He spied Nico di Angelo leaving the Apollo cabin with colorful band-aids on his skin and a lip-shaped bruise on his neck. Connor squealed in delight, dropping from his toes and grabbing his brother's shoulder. “Look!” He pointed.

Nico was making his way towards the stables, probably to take Percy up on his offer of horseback riding lessons, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. “He’s coming this way.” Travis laughed, grabbing his brother and Carrie by the arms and dragging them behind the Hermes cabin. “Carrie, you ready?”

“Wait, you want me to use it on the Hades kid?” Carrie looked confused as she allowed Travis to drag her into hiding. “Wouldn’t that just backfire?”

“No no, it’s fine!” Travis’ eyes greedily followed Nico’s approach. “If there’s one person in this camp who needs to lighten up, it’s Nico. Ready, 3....2…1… NOW!” he shouted with laughter as Carrie lobed the ball at Nico’s feet.

The soft Italian song Nico was singing under his breath stopped as a cloudy ball landed by his feet and exploded, covering him in a suffocating fog of Mist, making him blink and the would swim.

When the Mist cleared, Nico was falling backward onto the dirt, blinking and looking around. Frowning, he reached his hand out and swatted the air, head tilting upwards as if following something high into the air. “Wow…” he breathed quietly.

The Stoll’s jumped out from behind their cabin, high fiving each other and cheering, attracting the attention of other campers who started to slowly make their way over. Nico didn’t pay them any mind, too busy looking down at his hands in awe, turning them over slowly.

They crouched down, poking Nico in the legs. “Hey, Nico,” Connor asked, stifling his laughter behind pursed lips. “What’s up?”

Confused at the incessant contact, Nico looked up, but instead of looking at the brothers he seemed to be looking through them, but then they turned around, nobody was there. Nico tilted his head. “Bianca?” The word was soft, loving, sweet and the boys sat back on their hunches, suddenly deflated. “Mama? Come e’ stai?”

Before they could reply, an angry, booming voice shouted out from behind them. “What did you do?”

Panicked, the Stoll's spun around, Connor tripping over his own feet and almost falling on Nico if Travis hadn't caught him. It’s not that they were afraid of the son of Zeus- Jupiter... whatever, these Roman/Greek god things made no sense- but watching him storm up now, hands clenched at his sides, face contorted with rage and light glinting dangerously off his glasses was like being trampled by a heard of pegasi.

Cassie, the smart girl, was nowhere to be seen.

"H-hey Jason." Travis laughed nervously, as Jason stopped in front of them "what brings you to our neck of the woods?"

"Don't play dumb with me boys," Jason snapped, pushing the Stolls aside. "What did you..." his face fell. "Oh, hells."

Nico was smiling, placing invisible cards down and speaking in Italian to people who weren't there. "Bianca? Il tuo turno."

Shoulders tensing, Jason kneeled down and placed his hand on Nico's arm. "Nico, hey man, can you hear me?" He shook the smaller boy.

Blinking, Nick bleary looked up at him and tilted his head. "Si?" He grinned. "Oh, you're pretty looking." He turned to the side. "Bianca, look! Don't you think he's pretty looking?"

"Nico, do you know who I am?" Jason decided to ignore Nico's other comment. At Nico’s blank stare he sighed. “It’s Jason. You know me.”

“Oh, you’re like my card!” Nico exclaimed, delighted, as he mimed pulling a card out of his deck and shoving it in Jason’s face. “Descendent of Zeus! 89 hit points, has 200 attack powers, plus 6 to saving throws! I have your figure somewhere…” he started patting down his pockets, and Jason gripped him by the shoulders as he looked around the group. “Bianca, do you know where my figurines are?”

A cold sense of dread trickled down Jason’s spine. He’d heard that name before, pained shouts at night from the mast of the Argo II, whispers from older campers of when he first arrived, the quiet explanation from Will as to why Nico always left a space beside him at the campfire or the tables. He whirled on the Stoll’s. “Explain this, now.”

“It was just a Mist Bomb,” Travis explained quickly. “Nothing harmful.”

“Yeah,” Connor agreed. “He’ll be tripping balls for the next few hours but it won’t hurt him.”

“Right, sure.” Jason stood, carrying most of Nico’s weight as he walked him towards the Hades cabin. “Don’t expect to be let off on this scotch free you two.” He called over his shoulder as he pushed open the cabin door.

It was as cold and creepy as Jason expected, black obsidian walls and skeleton arm sconces. He set Nico down on his bunk and put a hand to his forehead when he glanced down. “Nico, is that a bruise? Did they hurt you? Those lying sons of-” He paused as Nico shook his head.

There was a dreamy expression on his face as he smiled with far away eyes. “No, it was from Will. He has very soft lips and sometimes when he bites, it-” Jason put a hand to Nico’s mouth to silence him.

“Not now, Nico,” Jason stood and turned to the picture of water resting on a table. “You can tell me your deepest darkest secrets later, but right now you’re out of your mind. Let me get you a glass of water.”

When he turned back, Nico’s eyes were wide with fear, hands fisted in the sheets and his breathing coming in panicked gasps. “Where am I?”

"Nico...?" Jason trailed off as Nico flinched and put his back to the wall.                                                                                                                                    

"Stop talking." Nico hissed, looking around desperately. "You can't trick me this time. I'm smarter than that now."

"Hey, Nico, what are you talking about?" Jason placed the glass of water on a table. "What's going on?"

Suddenly, Nico gasped and dived past Jason to the other end of the room, pulling his sword and holding it in front of him. "Stay away!" He cried, eyes wide and fearful. "Leave me alone!"

"Nico, it's me!" Jason took a step closer but Nico pointed his sword at Jason's chest. "What's going on with you?"

"You're not real!" Nico's voice broke as he scrambled backward, desperately clawing at the cabin walls, eyes fixed on Jason. "You never were! I won't ever get out of here and this is my punishment, isn't it?" He looked around the room, eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Akhlys, is this your doing? Is this a joke? You told me I was already broken; why would you make it worse?"

Jason paused, heart-catching, as Nico curled into himself and sobbed into his arms, sinking to the floor and muttering in Italian. Akhlys, Jason thought she was in Tartarus. Percy and Annabeth told me about her. Does Nico think he's in Tartarus?

"Nico," Jason cooed quietly "it’s alright. You're at Camp Half-Blood, not Tartarus. You’re in the Hades cabin. You're safe."

"Hades doesn't have a cabin at Camp Half-Blood and I'm not accepted there anyway, so I wouldn't go back if you dragged me." Nico sniffled, trying to become one with the wall. "You can't trick me. Not this time."

Reaching out, Jason rested his hand on Nico's arm and grabbed his wrist when he pulled away. "No Nico, this is real. You're safe, you made it out. You're ok."

"I don't believe you," Nico whimpered eyes darting around. "I'm going to die down here alone and nobody is ever going to miss me."

Balking, Jason shook his head, gripping Nico tighter. "Nico, that's not true. We'd all miss you, me and Hazel and Leo and Piper and Frank, Annabeth and Percy-"

"Great, now I know this is Akhlys' doing." Nico snarled as he tried to stand. "I told you, leave me alone. I know better than to talk to ghosts and illusions anyway. Get out of my face."

It was hard to comprehend that this sniveling, scared boy was Nico di Angelo. One of three to ever endure Tartarus and live. One of 2 to be born from a different time. Son of Hades. This must have been what Nico was like as a kid, Jason thought, but then realized Nico is a kid. He’s 14. Not 18, not 16, not 20, he’s 14.

“Nico,” Jason whispered, barely heard over the sobs of the younger boy in front of him. “What can I do?”

“You can go away and leave me alone.” Nico hiccupped. “It’s not like you haven’t already made my life a misery. Leave me alone.”

“But Nico-”

“Stop it!” Nico screamed, the sconces going dim and the room falling colder than before. If Jason could see the grass beneath the cabin, he was sure it had wilted. “Stop filling my head with… with lies and fake promises! I know who I am and what I am! I know I’m going to die down here and I have nobody to miss me! You don’t need to tell me that!”

“Nico, I am real!” Jason gripped Nico’s arms with both hands now, pulling the resisting boy closer. “Listen to me! Can you feel me touching you? It’s real! You found the Doors of Death and we defeated Gaia! You’re dating Will Solace from the Apollo cabin! You teach sword fighting classes and the little kids here love playing with you! Sally Jackson sends you a cake every year on your birthday! Nico, listen, this is real, I’m real. You have to believe me.”

Slowly, not as fast as Jason would have liked by slowly nonetheless, Nico’s resistant struggles weakened and the glaze in his eyes faded slowly, the tears down his face and in his face glinting in the sluggishly burning torchlight. “Jason?” his whispered, voice caught on a sob “You’re real? I’m- I’m out? It’s not real?”

“Yeah Nico, I’m right here.” Jason brought Nico to his chest and held him while the younger boy sobbed into his chest and clutched at his shirt. “It’s alright, I’m right here. I’m not going to leave you.”

After a few moments of sobbing, Nico whispered “I’m tired now” and Jason lifted him up and carried him to his bunk, but Nico was still desperately clasping onto his shirt. “Don’t leave.”

So Jason made himself comfortable and laid down with Nico, covering the blankets over both of them as Nico writhed and sobbed and hiccupped and begged, muttering words like, Percy, Will, Bianca, Mama, why, Father, Bob, help, Jason, how, what did I do, I’m sorry, and Jason just clutched him tighter to his chest and held him until they both fell asleep.

Nico was gone when Jason woke up, the covers pulled neatly over him and tucked into the sides of the bed and the early morning light streaming in through the uncovered windows to glitter across the floor.

The first thing Jason did was to find Percy, who was frantically shoving rubbish and unfolded clothes out of sight. “Oh, hey man.” Percy shoved a half-eaten jar of peanut butter (which seemed to be eaten with rather large fingers) into a helmet with a blue plume and turned it upside down. “You come to help clean up for inspection?” He flashed Jason a grin. “Or do you need help with yours?”

Jason shrugged as he closed the cabin door behind him. “Nah man, it’s Piper and Annabeth. I’m usually let off the hook a little with them.”

Almost dropping his armful of clothes, Percy turned to gawp at Jason. “What the hells? They nag on me more! Annabeth has never once let me off the hook.” He scowled before throwing a shirt at Jason. “Well, if you’re here, you can assist. I’m the only occupant in the cabin so I don’t have any help for inspections.”

Frowning, Jason walked to a pile and started folding clothes. “If you’re just one person, how do you manage to make so much mess?” He teased.

“Shut up, Grace.” Percy laughed tossing a shoe at Jason’s head, which he ducked and it bounced harmlessly off the back wall. “Sometimes my brother stays over as well. Tyson? I don’t think you’ve met him, but he has like, an addiction to peanut butter. I only just managed to clean it off the walls by his bunk.”

“Oh right, I think I’ve heard of him. Cyclops, yeah?”

“Yeah, he’s a big adorable goofball. I love him to death.”

“I’d love to meet him one day.”

“You should. You two would get on like a house on fire.”

Jason grinned, but the mention of death reminded him of what he was really there for, which may have been unfair to Nico. “Hey Percy,” Jason opened a drawer and shoved a handful of freshly folded socks into it. “Did you hear about what happened yesterday?”

Currently trying to hold back a torrent of clothes and knickknacks from falling out of the cupboard, Percy gave a strained grunt. “I didn’t hear anything. I was at the stables all day man, so unless you want to know about the newborn fowls or the pegasi sugar cube addiction, I don’t think I have any news for you.”

“About something that happened with Nico?” Giving up with the closet, Percy slammed the door shut before anything could tumble out and had taken to pulling objects out from under his bunk, but stopped at the mention of Nico’s name, hand buried in dust bunnies. “And the Stoll’s?”

“I already don’t like where this is going.” Percy sighed as he sat heavily on his bunk and waved Jason over to join him.

“You shouldn’t.” Looking around the slightly cleaner cabin, Jason was surprised that he couldn’t quite find the words he wanted to say, not with Percy’s eyes boring burning holes of concern and anger into his head. He hadn’t realized how intimating and dangerous the son of Poseidon was before, but he very much did now. “Have you heard of a Mist Bomb? New toy from the Hecate cabin repertoire. Connor and Travis thought it would be funny to use it on Nico.”

“Holy Hephaestus please tell me your joking,” with his mouth hanging open and his eyes bulging, Jason understood now why Annabeth often ridiculed that Percy looked like a fish. “What happened?”

“I got there when there was already a crowd, and Nico was on the floor,” Jason explained. “He was talking in Italian. To Bianca and his mum, but I thought Bianca was reincarnated?”

“She is, it wasn’t her ghost if that’s what you’re thinking.” Percy leaned his head against the back wall. “Trick of the Mist, like when Hazel does it.”

“Yeah. He called me ‘pretty-looking’ and said he didn’t know who I was but said all these numbers I couldn’t understand. Called me a ‘Descendent of Zeus’ and went looking for my figurine?”

There was a ghost of a smile on Percy’s face, a memory of a time long gone. “Myth-o-magic. When we found him, he was obsessed with that game. Bianca died on a quest we went on together to free Annabeth, trying to get him the only figurine he didn’t have.” Percy looked defeated. “Would you believe that it was the Hades figure?”

Jason blinked. “I never knew that.”

“Yeah well, I should have been there to save her.” Percy rubbed the back of his neck. “What happened next?”

“I took him to his cabin.” Jason cleared his throat. “It started off fine. I stopped him from talking about his personal life though. I went to get him water and when I turned back around he was scared out of his mind. I thought he was going to kill me.”

“Nico? Scared? I don’t think those words have ever really gone together lately.”

“He didn’t know who I was. He thought he was still in Tartarus.”

Percy closed his eyes. “I don’t know what else you expected. Probably the most traumatic experience of his life and he went through it alone. That’s gotta suck. If I hadn’t had Annabeth, I doubt I would have made it out of there in one piece. Hells, I still don’t think I made it out in one piece.”

Rubbing his hands roughly through his hair, Jason sighed out his nose.  “I’ve only just realized that he’s 14, Perce. He’s younger than all of us, yet he’s been through more than any of us could ever dream of.”

“Yeah, he and Hazel are the youngest, but they’re the oldest too.” Percy agreed. “I don’t know how that would work. Technically speaking, they’re both in their 70’s.”

Jason shivered. “Ugh, please don’t make me think about that.”

They were silent a moment, contemplating the unfairness of life when Percy spoke out of the silence. “So, what do you want to do about it?”

“Excuse me?”

“Connor and Travis. You don’t want to get them back for what they did to Nico?”

Looking around the cabin, Jason took in the wrappers and tissues on the floor, the twisted and knotted fishing net tangled with a trident up on the roof, the clothes covered in dust still peeking out from under the bed, the faint smears of peanut butter on the opposite wall but the very strong smell. “But… the inspection?”

Percy waved him off. “What about the inspection? What’s Annabeth going to do? I can handle stable duty, I basically do it anyway.” He leaned forward, a new, mischievous smirk in his eye. “So come on, what have you got in mind?”

“I honestly didn’t get that far ahead,” Jason admitted. “We could probably just teach them a lesson.”

“I have a much better idea.” Percy stood, strolling to his cabinet, where he pocketed Riptide and walked to the door. “One on one combat, the sons of Hermes versus the sons of the Big Three. I mean, we’re not going to hurt them much, but how embarrassing would it be to get their ass beat in front of the whole camp?”

Grinning Jason took Percy’s outstretched hand and stood with his friend. “I like the way you think, Jackson.”

“Why thank you, Mr. Grace. I’ll take Travis, you take Connor.”

“Deal.”

[artbyeritza]

A lil twist to an almost character design sheet cause I do not have the time to make full ones, I wish I did but I gotta have a job soon since art is not a real job according to the people in my house lol

By the way, both of them are part of the important characters in the story I'm writing. They are T4T WW3, wartime lovers. The story is set in the future world wherein Azariah, now a retired sex worker, revolutionary, and politician lives their life as an immortal entity representing the CRG, an international world government and successor to the UN. Ilyon is presumed dead, as an American soldier who fought in the Pacific front of WW3. He is still alive, somewhere, in some galaxy far away but Azariah doesn't know that (phew I really got to write more)

[debwalsh]

My Fandom Trumps Hate artwork by the glorious @ilyone!  Post-WS Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes dancing with all the joy and happiness we all wish for them!  IMHO, you can't look at this art and not share their joy at being alive, and being together.

The art is three panels of three wonderful drawings each, and I thought it would be nice to compile them into an animated gif so you can see just how dynamic and exciting the art pieces are.  They are magnificent, far more than I ever expected or could have hoped for!

The Nature Conservancy was the original charity that benefited from this auction.  You can learn more at https://www.nature.org.

As a thank you for the amazing above and beyond work Ilyone has done, per their request, I’ve also made a donation to AllOut.  Go to AllOut.org to do what you can to help protect gay rights – and gay people – around the world.  Right now, help is needed especially in Chechnya, and AllOut is on the ground with the Russian LGBT Network to evacuate gay men at risk in Chechnya.  Learn more and donate at https://go.allout.org/en/a/chechnya/.

To see more of Ilyone’s wonderful art, check out their Tumblr at http://ilyone.tumblr.com/ and their AO3 account at http://archiveofourown.org/users/Ilyone, where they’ve added some lovely illustrations to some wonderful fic.  You owe it to yourself to check it out!

Can you tell that I’m just completely over the moon about this? Wow, wow, wow, and thank you!

And you can find more about Fandom Trumps Hate at https://fandomtrumpshate.tumblr.com, along with the finished fanworks at https://fandomtrumpshateofferings.tumblr.com, and ways you can make a difference at https://fandomtrumpshateaction.tumblr.com.

 We are at our greatest when we come together and create!

@fandomtrumpshateofferings

[windycarnage]

ilyone started following you

*goes on your blog to find one of my favorite pjo fanarts of all time*

*finds my own art reblogged there* ?????????? ded

[whatthefoucault]

Two Seat Sofa, Hensta Light Brown

A collaboration for the Captain America Reverse Big Bang 2017 @capreversebb.

art by @ilyone (AO3) fic by @whatthefoucault (AO3)

Rating: PG-13 Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes, T’Challa, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Wade Wilson, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Original Character Additional Tags: post-cacw, Brooklyn, softness, slice of life, PTSD, therapy, Captain America (1990), housewarming, IKEA, snuggles Wordcount: 6834

Summary: 

"So..." Steve hesitated to finish the question, "are we dating?"

(In which Steve and Bucky come home.)

Special thanks to @lieutenant-sapphic for her invaluable beta skills, and to the rbb crew for being absolutely amazing.  It was such a gift getting to work on this, hope you enjoy it!

(Read on AO3)