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[girlkisser13]

cabin headcanons masterlist

a/n: these are all my personal headcanons. i will be making ones for more minor gods.

cabin 1- zeus ⚡️

cabin 3- poseidon 🌊

cabin 4- demeter 🪴

cabin 5- ares ⚔️

cabin 6- athena 🧠

cabin 7- apollo ☀️

cabin 8- artemis 🌙

cabin 9- hephaestus 🛠️

cabin 10- aphrodite 💗

cabin 11- hermes ⚕️

cabin 12- dionysus 🍷

cabin 13- hades 💀

cabin 14- iris 🌈

cabin 15- hypnos 💤

cabin 16- nemesis ⚖️

cabin 17- nike 🏆

cabin 18- hebe 🍶

cabin 19- tyche 🎰

cabin 20- hecate 🪄

cabin 21- hestia 🔥

cabin 22- thanatos 🪦

cabin 23- morpheus 🛌

cabin 24- melinoe 👻

cabin 25- persephone 🌸

cabin 26- eros ���

cabin 27- nyx 🌌

[goldenpinof]

so soft for @swiftlydnp

[hercarisntyours]

I once again dreamt about the oplita sparkling but these time is was lowkey angsty because megatron had kidnapped her to get to optimus and elita but he took one look at her in the kidnap cage thingy and basically went "that's my niece" and couldn't do anything but play tea party with her

[icewindandboringhorror]

HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY!!! To this elderly bapy boye!!! he...!!!

[choccy-milky]

Finally had time to catch up on the raven and the snake. I am just in awe of everything.

Also, I kinda like Clora hanging out with Garreth and Leander. (don't kill me 🤐)

aw thank you!!🥹💖💖im happy to hear it! and NO i wont kill you, you are so right. the garreth/leander/clora hangout was my fav part of the chapter and also the most fun part to write, and it gave me an appreciation for the leander and garreth dynamic, which is amazing

i now headcanon their relationship like brothers LMAO, garreth constantly badgering leander and getting on his nerves, while leander is just exasperated in dealing with him (BUT IN A FRIENDLY WAY) theyre like characters in a sitcom tbh BAHAHA (and to anyone wondering, im gonna TRY to have the next chap up within the first week of feb!🙏 ive just been busy with the dark relic comic + work + and now i feel a bit under the weather. ive been sleeping almost nonstop for the past 2 days LOL oop)

[marshmallowgoop]

And I'm just a little messed up I'm a little out of my head

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[wyvernity]

wip posting just to get something out there, and it's def a mixed bag!! the only thing more inconsistent than my posting schedule is my art style RIP

[poirott]

AGATHA CHRISTIE'S POIROT 1x02 "Murder in the Mews"

[correct-hermitcraft-quotes]

Iskall: You stupid idiot look at me

[andallshallbewell]

[walkswithmyfather]

Chosen by God

John 1:12 (NLT). “But to all who believed him and accepted him, he gave the right to become children of God. ”

Galatians 4:7 (NIV). “So you are no longer a slave, but God’s child; and since you are his child, God has made you also an heir.”

1 John 3:1a (NIV). “See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God!”

Matthew 5:9 (ESV). “Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.

Romans 8:16 (NASB). “The Spirit Himself testifies with our spirit that we are children of God.”

Galatians 3:26 (NLT). “For you are all children of God through faith in Christ Jesus.”

John 15:16 (NIV). “You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you so that you might go and bear fruit—fruit that will last—and so that whatever you ask in my name the Father will give you.”

Jeremiah 1:5 (NET). “Before I formed you in your mother’s womb I chose you.Before you were born I set you apart.I appointed you to be a prophet to the nations.”

[jtl-fics]

Hey hey TBD please? I’m SO curious about what’s different in this AU! And how it’s going to play out!

5/15/24 WIP Wednesday (Open) | TBD

Andrew parks his car in his assigned spot fingers aching to grab a cigarette but ignoring it. Cigarettes are for the off season, which this is not. He's making his way to the stadium's parking lot entrance when he notices the minivan that had picked Josten up appear again, though it doesn't just drop Josten off. It pulls into a spot across the aisle from him. He stops to look at it, watching as Josten climbs out from the passenger seat talking to the driver with a smile. He still found it objectively ridiculous that Josten had been hiding the extent of his good looks back his freshman year. He more or less understood why he had, but it still felt criminal.

The first time he'd seen Neil Josten when he wasn't hiding he had needed to double check with Aaron to make sure he wasn't on the drugs anymore. Aaron had confirmed it but Josten's blue eyes had to be the work of some sort of chemical imbalance.

It was for the best that Andrew had already ruined any and all chances with Josten.

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[deansrainbow]

INSANE SCENES — 2.01 /// 5.16

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[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Pray Without Ceasing

Rejoice always; pray without ceasing; in everything give thanks, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. — 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 | Legacy Standard Bible (LSB) Legacy Standard Bible Copyright ©2021 by The Lockman Foundation. All rights reserved. Managed in partnership with Three Sixteen Publishing Inc. Cross References: Psalm 34:1; Daniel 6:10; John 6:34; Ephesians 5:20; Ephesians 6:18; Philippians 4:4

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What does it mean to rejoice always (1 Thessalonians 5:16)?

[whump-tr0pes]

Lux in Tenebris, Medieval AU - Wolves, Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2

Masterlist

AO3

Contents: sickfic, wolf attack aftermath, infected animal bite, fever, mild gore, blood, poultice, delirium, bedside vigil, blink-and-you'll-miss-it allusion to dubcon, self-dehumanization

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When the creature returned to its hovel, the human was worse. Only a few hours had passed, but they twisted on the thin pallet, fingers clutching the blanket to them, eyes blank and sightless as they stared at the ceiling above. They did not look at the creature as it entered the hovel. They only shrank away from the sound of its approach, lips cracked and parched, throat working around a swallow. Their voice rose in a whimper. The creature could feel the heat coming off their small body from across the small space. 

“N-no,” the creature breathed, and it dropped the handfuls of herbs where it stood and fell to its knees beside the human. 

They flinched away from the sudden movement. Their lips were pale, but a sickly flush crept down their neck. A sheen of sweat covered their skin and made their curls stick to their forehead. The creature’s hand shook as it reached out, fingers ghosting over the human’s forehead. Heat radiated off them in waves. 

“Human,” the creature said weakly. “Are you… can you… hear me?”

The human shivered and let out a sob. Tears formed in their eyes. “H-help me,” they whispered. 

The creature bit his lip and forced itself to breathe slow. It glanced at the human’s leg, still resting on the scrap of leather. 

The bites from the wolf were inflamed, the torn flesh shiny and red. The blood had coagulated to a sickly black smear. The wound needed a poultice. But first–

“Water,” the human croaked. “Water… please.”

The creature scrambled to its feet and crossed to the basin. It took up the ladle and scooped some clear water for the human to drink. Carefully, so as not to spill, it returned to the human’s side and held the ladle to their lips. Their eyes went wide and they drank deeply. The creature held their head to steady them. Once the ladle was empty, the creature set it aside and picked up the herbs again. 

The creature couldn’t be certain if the herbs it picked were the right ones for the human; it only knew what herbs it used to help itself. It had learned - through years of solitude and pain, it had learned well - which herbs relieved pain, which cleared the mind, and which caused illness. It could only hope it was helping now, instead of bringing harm on the human who had been so kind. 

It chose a few leaves and berries with care and dropped them into the mortar to be crushed. It added a splash of water and ground the herbs into a pungent paste. When it had enough, it turned to the human again. 

Their hand was balled in the blanket, twisting and untwisting, their chest rising and falling in an unending, ragged cycle. The creature went to its knees by the human once again and set the mortar down by the pallet. Hesitantly, it dipped its fingers into the paste and brought it to the human’s wounds. 

As soon as it touched the tender flesh, the human cried out and jerked away. The creature reeled back, pupils blown wide, mouth pulled open in a snarl of shame. The human sobbed wordlessly and twisted on the pallet. Their leg was as inflamed as ever. 

“I… I’m sorry,” the creature breathed. It reached out with one hand and leaned, lightly at first, and then harder, on the human’s leg above the knee. With its other hand, it took up more poultice and smeared it into the gaping wounds. 

The human threw their head back and screamed. They twisted and writhed under the creature, but were too weak to pull away. Their hands pushed at it, but it did not relent. It would not even look at them. It plunged its hand back into the mortar and applied the salve to the wounds, until all of it was gone. Only then did it release its weight on the human’s leg. The human lay back on the pallet, trembling, sobbing. Tears stained their flushed cheeks. 

The creature picked up the mortar and deposited it near the fireplace. It cleaned its hands and retrieved a bowl and a scrap of cloth. It filled the bowl with clear water and took a seat near the human’s head. Their lips were still cracked. It fetched another ladle of water and slowly, gently, tipped the water into the human’s mouth. They whimpered when the water was gone. 

The creature dipped the cloth into the bowl of water and squeezed it out. Its hand shook as it reached out and dabbed at the human’s sweat-soaked brow.

The human flinched away from the cool rag. The creature froze, its hand suspended over the human, its stomach churning with fear and shame. Then the human shuddered again, and the smell of sickness and fever washed over the creature. It took a steadying breath and gently brought the cloth to the human’s skin again. 

This time, the human tilted their head into the cool cloth, eyes half-open, lips trembling. “Th-thank you,” they whispered. 

The creature’s hand shook. It wet their lips and pressed the cloth to the human’s forehead, their temples, their flushed cheeks. It soaked the cloth again and squeezed it out over the bowl. Gently, it mopped the human’s neck, then moved back up to their sweaty curls. 

Again and again, the creature mopped the human’s brow, soaked the rag, squeezed it out, mopped again. Soon, the water grew cloudy. The creature poured the bowl out and refilled it with clear water. It brought the human another ladle of water, which they drank like someone dying of thirst. It brought another ladle right away. The human drank it down. 

It mopped their brow. It wiped the herb poultice off their leg, grinding its teeth against the sound of their screams. It mixed up a new poultice and applied it again. Tears pricked its eyes as this time the human begged it to stop, promised it gold, treasures, themself, if only it would stop. The sun rose outside the creature’s hovel as it made a thin squirrel broth and spooned it into the human’s mouth. Again, it mopped their brow. It gave them water. It left to fetch more water from the stream, and ran to get back, loath to leave them alone for even a few minutes. 

When it returned, they were speaking. 

“...the forest?” they rasped, staring slightly next to where the creature stood. 

The creature set the container of water down and went to the human’s side. “What?” it said. 

“The monster,” they murmured, staring straight through the creature. “That lives in the forest. The one everyone in the village talks about. Are you the one they’re talking about?”

The creature felt as if the bucket of cold river water had been poured down its spine. The human could tell, could it not? Even in their state? They had seen - from the very first time they had seen it - what it was, hadn’t they? They had seen what it did to the wolf… hadn’t they?

Its throat tightened. Even if they wanted to run, after it told them, it could not let them. Not until they were well again. It reached out a hand, gently placed it on their shoulder. 

“Yes,” it said gravely. “I am the… the monster they speak of.” Its gums pricked as its fangs descended in its fear. 

The human stared at the ceiling as if they hadn’t heard. 

The creature’s lips trembled. “I am the one they speak of,” it said, a little louder.

“Nice to meet you,” the human said weakly. “I’m Ilya.” They loosened the white-knuckle grip they had on the blanket and slid their hand over until it reached the creature’s knee. 

The creature stared at the human’s hand, dumbstruck. The human - Ilya - showed no fear at all. 

Perhaps that was easier when they were half out of their mind with fever. 

The creature pushed itself to its feet and brought the water to the fireplace to be boiled. It checked the basin; there was still enough for Ilya to drink one more ladleful. It carried the ladle over to the pallet and held it to Ilya’s lips. 

The human’s eyes slid closed as they drank. The creature cradled their head to help them again - and it shivered when Ilya raised their hand to steady the ladle, covering its hand with theirs. The fever had made them gentle, it told itself. They had only been gentle before because they had not known what it was before, it told itself. 

It told itself that it felt nothing when the human looked at it for water, for broth, for comfort. It told itself that it did not care that it had no name.

It told itself it did not have a desire for a name, just to hear this kind human say it. 

Continued here

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[triglycercule]

at the beach so we pullin out the mtt beach headcanons GO

horror buys one of those cheap diving kits with goggles and flippers and always ALWAYS challenges killer to races

killer always accepts because he thinks he can beat horror (he loses EVERY time. horror's just too fast with those damn flippers)

dust goes up to random people's beach chairs when they're away and sits in them and then when they come back he sees how long he can gaslight them into thinking that was his chair from the start

while horror is napping killer and dust will fill up his skull with sand. he doesn't wake up until they're like 75% done

dust likes to fully submerge himself in the water and then pop up and jump scare killer (killer always gets scared no matter how much dust does it)

dust tried to scare horror with this prank but then he was pushed underwater and forced to eat the wet watery sand by horror

dust and horror don't play around with sand around killer's chest because his soul is near that area and killer VISCERALLY hates sand on his soul

killer can mix his eye goop with sand and it creates a toxic determination sand bomb that will literally knock a bitch out

dust will still wear papyrus's scarf even while underwater and then complain about how wet it is

killer will see a boat in the distance and bet that he can swim there with dust and horror. dust and horror end up losing a LOT of money once the boat comes back to shore with killer on board

horror doesn't eat his popsicles like a normal person. he waits for them to melt and then licks the melted juice and dust and killer shit on him SEVERELY for this

dust is such a heavy sleeper that horror and killer had enough time to build a sand grave for him and host a fake funeral service before he woke up. then they pretended he was actually dead when he woke up (it took all of horror's willpower not to laugh)

whenever one of those airplanes with posters attached fly over the beach dust always shoots a bunch of bones at the poster to poke holes in them

killer would build a giant dick and threaten kids to come over and look at his sculpture with his knife. then when the kid sees it killer orders them to tell their parents all about "the long schlong". he doesn't even kill the kids it's just to freak them and the parents out

dust doesn't help out while the set up the tents/chairs. horror has to do all the work and killer tries to help but then just ends up breaking something. but dust helps carry all the bags and chairs to and from the beach and car :3

killer brings horror as far out as he can in the water and then tells him to look underwater (connected to the first headcanon where horror has goggles) and then it turns out that killer took off his shorts and is flashing the fish. horror bursts out laughing underwater and almost drowns and then killer has to save him butt naked while trying to hold onto his shorts

when they finally wash off all the sand at the showers by the beach horror is the only one to really wash off the sand. dust doesn't wanna subject papyrus's scarf to anymore water (hc 8) and killer doesn't trust the shitty water pressure to get all the sand out of his joints

at the end of it they went to this nice seafood place and watched the beach while eating peacefully. and then on the ride home horror and killer slept like rocks (dust had to drive)