#Circus Olympus

[gheartistwriter]

remember my Circus Olympus AU? I was listening to the soundtrack of The Greatest Showman, and OMG, it’s the CO musical. Every single music there can have a contest in the AU.

A million dreams? Hera and Zeus

Rewrite the starts? Apollo and Hyacinth

Never Enough? Aphrodite and Ares

Tightrope? HERA AND ZEUS AGAIN!

( I’m getting crazy whit this AU)

[ll-but-its-random]

I have a type. Emotional pain.

One thing I know is that it gets darker and darker with every characters. Ikor (the turquoise one) was from a cringe literal kids show I watched as a kid, but the recent ones- Lorien Legacies and Hazbin Hotel... do I need to explain.

[auggies-dreamworld]

Intro post !!

nobody asked but im doing it anyway

hi :) im August/Auggie. im agender, polyamoury, and omnisexual. i dont really have prefered pronouns, just dont refer to me as something more than twice in a row. mix it up! call me she, he, they, or whatever. xenos and neos too, if youd like!

things i like:

percy jackson/heroes of olympus/trials of apollo/magnus chase/kane chronicals

harry potter (but i hate jk rowling, it was js a big part of my childhood)

haikyuu!

my hero academia, but im like ages behind because i lost motivation to watch it

hilda !!!!! js finished it and i love it

sweet tooth! dm me if u like johnny please omg hes so bbg and i love him and i miss him :((((

the song of achillies! never reading it again because i will always cry like a baby

you and me at the end of the world ! idk if anyone knows it but i had about 10 heart attacks

seven deadly sins i guess? kinda a weird show but its ok?

the amazing digital circus !

my daemon omg i finished the final episode after liem 6 months when i tell you i was full on SOBBING omg.

more about me:

i prefer a grunge/gothic style but i could also go fairycore, depending on what im doing/how in feeling

i love crystals! like omg? pretty?

same w shells like my life frfr

converse is the best. like idc that i cant put my shoes on in fove seconds when would i need to?

i want to dye my hair black and white so i can put it half up half down and have it look like black in the ponytail/top and white underneath because how fucking rad is that

im autistic and maybe probably have adhd

and i have an amazing gf @lunarcat982

DNI List

transphobes, homphobes, racists, trolls, pedos, basically creeps.

im a minor btw! so if youre not then you can interact but js be careful bestieboo!

What im ok with:

people who are okder than 18 interacting - i cant rlly stop it, just dont be a weirdo

mutuals fake-flirting - cld always use the confidence boost 🤭

really long asks or dms rambling about nothing - please doooo!

have a good day/night !!

[boreolympus]

Persephone is making a fool of herself in the recent episode. Girl, we know that you’re a clown, you don’t need to show up with a bunch of animals like you’re a travelling circus 🎪

[jazzystudios82]

Series that I write for ♡

A list of fandoms that I'm writing/willing to write fanfic for.

Dragon Ball 🐉

Hazbin Hotel 🏩

Helluva Boss 😈

Diabolik Lovers 🥀

Black Butler 🖤

Marvel ❤️

DC Universe 💙

Sonic the Hedgehog 🦔

Transformers Animated, Prime, & RID15 🤖

The Amazing Digital Circus 🎪

Lore Olympus 🌸

Obey Me! 🐏

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2012) & ROTTMNT 🐢

Kirby 💫

Hunter x Hunter 🎣

Jujutsu Kaisen 🐼

Chainsaw Man ⛓���‍💥

Lackadaisy 🍾

Murder Drones ☢️

Spy x Family 🥜

The Remarried Empress 👑

Studio Ghibili 🔥

Steven Universe 💎

Baldur's Gate III 🐻

Ultraman: Rising ⚾️

Monster Prom 👾

This will be updated with the more fandoms that I'll get into. Also, please know that some of these will be on the back burner for a while since it could take a while for me to get into some of these: like Baldur’s Gate 3.

[theeditorandnarratorcollaborate]

"Hephaistos pondered the proposition while Apollo and Hermes doubled up with new laughter. At length, however, the lame smith relented and loosed the mesh from his violated marriage bed and its prisoners. Off fled Ares immediately to Thrace, one of the few places he was welcome.

Laughter-loving Aphrodite betook herself to Cypros, her favorite island, where the Graces bathed her in her virginity-restoring bath and rubbed oil of ambrosia into her unflawed skin. When she returned to her husband, she radiated the innocence and sweetness of an untouched bride. Zeus did not return the dowry, nor did war-loving Ares or the earthshaker Poseidon come up with so much as a bronze ring in compensation for Hephaistos’s humiliation. Aphrodite simply charmed her way back again into her husband’s good graces, no great feat for her; and then, when all was returned to normal, again she played him false and again and again and again." –Great Zeus and All His Children by Donald Richardson..

[callumogden]

Black and white 35mm film photography around Edinburgh, summer 2022.

[rhythmicpirate]

Sekai 1star Relationship Charts

If you can't read them I'll repost it with a much easier to understand format.

[inapat17]

Erotic films. They are almost as old as the cinema itself. Nevertheless, it is still taboo to talk about its evolution, its importance within the cinema's history, and its link with the political, cultural and social context of its time. This series of blog posts aims to explore through 4 films, the rises and falls of erotic cinema.

Episode 1: Tarzan the Ape Man (1932), Tarzan and His Mate (1934) and Tarzan Escapes (1936)

Even if the first film with a scene considered erotic, The Kiss by William Heise, is from 1896, nudity is more and more visible on screen after the apparition of cinema censorship, in 1907 in the US, and 1909 in the UK and in France. Two ways are developed to bypass the censorship: a clandestine one with real nude scenes for the bourgeoisie, and a more mainstream one where everything is based on suggestion.

In 1930 was put in place one of the most famous censorship restrictions in cinema History: the Hays Code. We are not here to talk about the Code in particular but to focus on the Tarzan trilogy and the impact of the Code on the erotism it showed in the two first movies.

Indeed, Tarzan the Ape Man and Tarzan and His Mate are good examples of what we call the pre-code period, a time before 1934 when there was not a hard application of it. Jane, the Tarzan’s mate, played by Maureen O'Sullivan, wears a simple halter-top and a loincloth letting her thighs and hips exposed to the audience's eyes. Tarzan and His Mate create a controversy due to this immorality for the time. In several scenes, Jane appears naked, and in particular, shows her sleeping in Tarzan’s arms whereas they are not married. Moreover, a scene later called the “underwater ballet” was edited into three different versions by MGM to suit the different legislation in force in the different areas of film exploitation.

But with Tarzan Escapes, released in 1936, just 2 years after Tarzan and His Mate, the party is over. In a reproduction of the “underwater ballet”, Jane wears sort of a jumpsuit, hiding her curves to please the censorship, embodying the end of the pre-code era. Low-cut necklines are limited, and even navels are forbidden on screen! Unseemly movements such as caresses, passionate embraces or dirty dancing can’t be shown. Erotism has to be suggested to exist, and paradoxically, it is at that time that codes of erotism on screen are created.

Our next blog post will bring us to 1952, a symbolic date with the Supreme Court decision to preserve the First Amendment of the US Constitution, starting a period of liberation on screen, until 1968.

théo bonnin

[fandom-queen-13]

TAGGING ALL OF MY MUTUALS

@sophieswundergarten, @nobodysdaydreams, @galactic-chaos9, @shiningsagittarius, @forphysicsandimagination, @watery-melon-baller, @cronch-goes-the-weasel, @hellowillowk, @kaslynspeaks, @heyitsthatonesmolgay, @ruxonian, @mysteriouseggsbenedict, @phtalogreenpoison, @dragonsdendoodles, @thoughtlescat, @justalunaticfangirl, @enby-trash-rat, @tracobuttons

If this post gets 1,000 notes in 48 hours, I'll try my best to write my story every day.

Rules: you can't spam notes, everyone is allowed 1 reblog, 1 like, and 1 comment for a grand total of 3 notes, so good luck!

[genericpuff]

holy crap okay so

I'm two episodes into Kaos

normally I keep my expectations pretty minimal because, let's be real, the Internet - and especially Tumblr - has a tendency to severely overhype new series to be way better than they actually are and it often leaves me sitting there like "that's it? that's what people were freaking out over for weeks?? that was just a bunch of cheap ships and tropes that i've seen 123785902380 times before" LMAO

BUT thankfully compared to other series like Hazbin Hotel and The Amazing Digital Circus, I haven't been worn out on excessive fandom exposure prior to watching Kaos, so I didn't really know what to expect going in besides what folks have told me so far - it's a modern-day Greek epic, and it stars Jeff Goldblum as Zeus (which is, unsurprisingly, peak casting).

That said, I'm very pleased to say that so far, the show is absolutely blowing me away. The set designs, characterizations, weaving of all the players into a central narrative led by a very coy narrator, all of it feels both refreshing and respectful to the source material at the same time.

so uh yeah that LO animated TV show... we have reason to believe now that it's gotten picked up by Amazon Prime, at least according to the showrunner's LinkedIn and posting history from February of this year that seems to imply LO may have been picked up by Amazon-

(but still, nothing's really been confirmed because they're being so tight-lipped about this you'd almost think it's because there isn't a show happening at all cough)

But even then, that means at best we still won't see anything of the LO TV show adaption for another 2-3 years, depending on how production goes.

Why am I talking about LO right now? Well it should be obvious - Kaos double-whammied LO by beating it to the punch at its own game.

I mean, just look at the creative choices alone in the design of the Underworld and its rulers, our beloved Hades and Persephone.

And yes, the entire Underworld is color-graded like this, something so simple and yet effective in communicating the nature of the Underworld and what it stands for - a place where the past lives on through the dead, paused in time, devoid of the vibrant color grading found in Olympus - or "Olympia" as its been named in this retelling - which is, by the way, a visual treat to take in every time it's featured.

(and yes, that is S-tier-companion Billie Piper on the left, but I will not tell you who she's playing, you actually really should go into this show as blind as possible for the thrill of figuring out these characters as they're introduced <3)

That's not even getting into the narrative structure of the plot itself or the phenomenal casting and acting, but again, I don't want to spoil too much as the show is quite new, and I want to actually finish watching the show myself before I get more into the details of its story and how it delivers it (I'm very much hoping I will still be singing this show's praises at the end of its 8 episodes, please for the love of god don't jump the shark, I don't think my heart can take that kind of pain again.)

All that's to say though, Kaos is, so far, exactly what us disappointed fans of LO deserve after all these years, and frankly, I feel like whatever is coming for the LO animated TV show is really gonna have to step up to the plate to both live up to the bar that Kaos has set as well as stand on its own without being affiliated as a cheap Amazon knockoff living in its shadow. Sounds a little familiar and a bit ironic, doesn't it?

[goliath-de-senfina-sango]

Mythic Phantom

This is a little something I whipped up over a while thinking about merging the DP and Riordanverse universes together, and I thank @geraldmariaivo for helping me think my way through it. If you want the ao3 version you can find it here, and I hope you enjoy the fic!

Most Underworld Gods felt it when Vlad’s current permanent Portal opened, but they all Felt it when Danny’s accident happened. A child’s death throes is hard to ignore after all. Pantheons world wide decided that was America’s problem, and Hel decided it was Persephone’s problem, and Haides felt it would close on its own. No gate to Khaos can stay open for long after all.

When Ember went globally live, Muses and Music Gods and Hypnos heard the way she sang, called out to the mortals to never be forgotten. Danny and Tucker dealt with her swiftly enough that she was remembered, noted even, but disregarded.

When the Fright Knight’s sword was drawn, many Fear Gods turned toward Amity, but Danny dealt with it swiftly. Most regarded it as an anomaly but Phobos and Deimos sent subordinate spirits to investigate the town and report anything interesting.

Hades and Persephone noted the invasion of Ghost Cops and saw that Danny had it handled in only a few days, which they would count as a quest fulfilled. Clearly, Amity Park was a contained issue, and the Master Bolt had gone missing by now so they have other things to deal with. The House of Life have some reservations but agree.

Then Pariah Dark got out, and the Gods scrambled to do something about that. In only a week however, He was dealt with too.  A closer eye was warranted. By everyone, not just the Observants.

Whoever these agents were, be they half-bloods or spirits or even minor gods, most wouldn’t see Young Blood and thus would fear Danny was losing it too. When he calmed down, they’d sigh in relief. The two future Ghost Villains who show up outside of the do-over would raise alarms at how fast ghosts can progress, but hey, it’s handled.

When the Hellenic spies are pulled back home for safety during the winter solstice, pleasantly surprised by Ghost activity dying down at the same time, Artemis and Luna, Khonshu and more felt something wrong happening as the Ghostwriter possessed the moon to speak.

When Duul Amon returned to the land of the living, the House of Life sent agents to the town, and Tucker Foley was immediately offered magic lessons. His is power over stone and steel, glass and gems, as well as an ear for the voices of machines. Between terrakinesis and technopathy, Tucker’s limits with his staff became only what he understood about technology.

Then entire copies of the Ghost Boy (Prince? King?) appear, attacking him, manipulating him for the elder, but he lets her go free after he’s rescued? Truly fascinating. Psychopomps keep an eye on Elle wherever she goes - she’s always very close to melting after all. The titan army also keep an eye on her, a powerful being both like and unlike the Gods, much the same as a Titan, Giant, or Monster.

Then the Reality Gauntlet is found by a mortal man, a rogue Magician, while the boy is busy trying to stop it and save the world, Lydia is keeping House of Life magicians and even Odin’s Ravens from finding Freakshow, so some Camp Jupiter heroes are being sent on a quest to deal with him. Then he gets the fucking gems and turns the world into a circus for 10 minutes.

Before the Boy tricks him, takes the Gauntlet, resets the world to before his identity was revealed to the world, (though perhaps not quite fooling the memories of Gods, who Are the world) and destroying the Gauntlet and gems in a single blast.

An artifact presumed by the Ghost Investigation Ward to be powerful enough to destroy the Infinite Realms, reduced to molten ash by one burst of power.

What to do about the young Phantom is a matter of discussion during the solstice meeting on Olympus.  Hades is sent to investigate the boy and finds that he is a godling of Kaos Themself, which sparks yet further debate on what to do when Artemis goes missing.

But then the Son of Hades stumbled upon Elmerton and witnessed a duel between Gods firsthand.

Danny Phantom faced off against Vortex, the ghost of all weather and sky and storm gods who had faded over the millennia, all on his own.  Even in defeat, Danny stole half of Vortex’s power, and less than a week later, he defeated the calamity that even two pantheons worth of gods could not.

The Titans would be horrible for humanity as a whole, and the Olympians were bad for half bloods as well.  Danny Phantom, however, could be just what most half bloods were after.  He needed training in mortal form, clearly, but that could be an angle for Nico to use.

[oh-saints]

Hi I don’t know if you’ll get this but I have an idea for Rúben Dias, he starrs crushing on the female photographer for Man City and his teammates start teasing him, he doesn’t want to admit his feelings because he thinks the photographer is dating someone ( but she’s actually single and is just introverted)

aaaaahh this feels close to home bcs i'd gotten mistaken so many times by men due to my introvert nature /sigh

silent

rúben should really stop interpreting things out of hand on his own and start asking the right questions instead.

rúben dias x photographer!you

wc: 2.7k

note: here's is my comback piece! (is that even a valid word?) i actually had this idea in mind for a while and i love writing this bcs i can see he could make this kind of cute mistake! this actually hits closer to home, too, considering that i'm an intovert as well LOL but as usual, I happen to write at dawn so this is not beta-read yet.

happy new year too, everyone! i wish you'll have a blessed year ahead &lt;3

“cupcakes!”

you groaned inwardly, that must be jack grealish. only the 100-million man would call you with overly sweet pet names like that, and he did it so often no matter how many times you corrected him that you had a real name during the first month of your employment here. now entering your third month, you’ve long given up, but you’d renamed his contact to be jack greasy on your phone.

“come sit over with us!”

unlike your nickname, though, you hadn’t given up on his persistent request to sit amongst his set of friends because good lord could they be so boisterous their laughter sounded more like a boom in your ears sometimes. their energy simply went off the roof and your introvert self could never handle it well.

you’d have your time to photograph everyone in the bus later anyway, so you gave him a polite smile, without another word, and proceeded to sit down beside your fellow media team.

you could hear jack screaming protest “aw, come on, cupcakes!” as you took your seat. his friends were laughing on his face at your rejection.

if you have your way, though, you’d badly want to be assigned to the calmer tide of the bus. the likes of julian, kevin, bernardo were more suitable for your kind. but being the one responsible for the disposable camera and all of city’s short off-pitch videos, jack and his circus were more than a matchmade in heaven for a better result.

before you had more complaints to mull over, your colleagues turned to face you and started babbling about an upcoming short video the both of you would have to make. the plot, the script, down to deciding who’d be best to be asked for to star in the video.

“i think rúben dias would do just fine.”

being a newbie, you nodded along the names he mentioned because in all honesty, you didn’t exactly know who is who and which is which until now. two months splattered all over the men’s and the women’s team, as well as the academy, was pretty much a guarantee you’d missed out on someone.

but you always, no matter how busy you are, spared some time to browse on the player before you met them, in case it was someone you should be worried for, or someone you should be thankful of for their media-darling persona, or someone you should be working twice as hard because they didn’t know what to do. worse, someone you’d worked together before but you forgot.

for rúben dias, though… you didn’t know which one of the categories above fitted him best. you were rendered speechless at your search bar result. you could bet your entire month salary that he was someone you had yet the chance to create a content together because if he already did, you wouldn’t have that face of his wiped off your brain.

which was exactly why you should be worried.

you had never worked with someone that looks like adonis when he decides to ascend himself from olympus. or so you’d like to think rúben was what adonis would’ve looked like if greek mythology happens to be true.

sadly, nobody warned you that he was even more beautiful up close, as he strutted his way to your creator team, with a tousled hair he kept tussling against, as well as the bright smile and warm laugh he’d drop here as he went through pre-production brief. his voice was so melodic it soothed all the soreness to your eardrums—thanks to jack grealish—in one simple video production, and you mentally thought you could replay the edited video later whenever you needed to go to sleep, like an asmr or some sort, because it really felt like a blanket on a rainy day.

your heart ached at the sight because my goodness… he was simply too beautiful for your own good.

it shouldn’t be doing all that jumping and leaping and drumming, though, because those were the early signs of you getting biased.

and it could only mean one thing in every professional language possible: bad.

with your very generous pay check on the line, you couldn’t afford to fail. so that day, you made a promise to yourself to do what you had to do, and thankfully it was what your introvert self do best.

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while you knew what to do, rúben—on the contrary—seemed lost.

no, the portugese was lost.

contrary to popular belief, footballers are actually smart. at least, if they are not book smart, they’re definitely street smart. rúben would like to think he’s got a bit of both worlds, so it could justify his own judgement of you.

his eyes were keen, as his job required him to do so, and he’s got an incredible sensing, enough to read a gigantic elephant in the room when there was one. the combination scanned your change in attitude on the day he first worked with you and the present time.

you were so friendly and eager to work with him, welcoming his extended hand as he introduced himself to you for the first time. he remembered your smile, blinding against the bleak manchester weather but instead of feeling cold, he only felt warmth and fuzzy all over his body.

but as the filming session went on, your smile was close to non-existent, just like the probability of the two of you running into each other again. he initially thought it was only because you got so many takes already and the job exhausted you, but he later realised you were avoiding him. as subtle as you could anyway.

at the beginning, he only thought you missed the way he waved at you. or the time when he thought you put his row of seat last for a mandatory picture in your disposable camera, for aesthetics’ sake.

the time when he offered you a ride home, though—that was the final confirmation. the weather had started snowing on some days, and you were certainly freezing by the look of your shivering shoulders and teetering teeth, so rúben offered you a ride home. but you turned down the offer, ever so politely like usual. yes, yes of course you had the rights but the most logical thing was to accept them instead of waiting for the next bus, no?

(oh, believe him, he knew she was waiting. he managed to parked far away from your sight but close enough to see that you did indeed wait for the next bus to arrive and take you to the nearest station. he knew, and he remembered that day because it was the only day he had to fight himself from running down the street just to give you another layer of coat.)

his first instinct was to think that he’d wronged you somehow during the filming. was he demanding? was he not up to your par of filming standard? was he not good enough for your cameras?

but james, your fellow co-worker, the one who worked together with you for this project, gave him an utterly confused look. “have you seen how the videos turned out? you were brilliant, rúben. and no, i don’t think i’ve heard any concerns from her about your ethics.”

so what did he still not do right that could’ve upset you?

rúben didn’t like where this was going because you’ve kept him intrigued. you kept him on his toes, bouncing lightly like a child full of curiosity. you kept him thirsty for more information about you and what makes you tick, lowkey in hope to bring out the smile rúben himself didn’t know he had missed seeing.

and if he discovered that he did indeed upset you somehow, and was somehow responsible for the disappearance of your shy smile, then he’d like to right them right away. he has to.

with that mentality, rúben took the chance to clock out earlier—which was like the seventh wonder of the world around etihad academy—in order to catch a glimpse of you on your off-work routine. he’d set himself resolved to only ask necessary questions, not more nor less, without any hidden agenda. no wishy washy, unlike his previous trials.

rúben did actually catch you for a split second. his beak was already opening, he’d only needed his voice box to produce the sound to the question in his mind, but the scene unravelled before him halted everything in him. every particle of his body, every molecule of his brain.

a black car swerved into the lane to the lobby, a pretty prestigious car at that, and the way your face lit up so brightly reminded him of the day you first worked together. it was a sight that rúben missed, it was a sight that rúben longed to see again.

he was so blinded by the ethereal view that he completely forgot his own plan, and watched as the black car swallowed his portion of small happiness of the day.

was that your boyfriend? if yes, then did you take rúben’s friendliness as a romantical advance to you? if yes, then was that the reason why you immediately put up a china wall between you two? if yes, then was he that protective or was he simply possessive?

rúben couldn’t deny his own infatuation of you. maybe it was why he was adamant to right things good between the two of you. but if you did in fact have a boyfriend, then he should find a way to reduce and silence this growing feeling—be it really infatuation or merely curiosity.

“does she have a boyfriend?”

but desperate times need desperate measures, and rúben saw ‘the black car incident’ was his sign to speed things up in order to find a concrete answer. even if it included asking jack grealish about you.

jack snorted, rather snobby. “how would i know, mate?”

“i thought you guys are close.”

“your definition of close is concerning,” jack replied as he shut his locker. “why don’t you ask her yourself? aren’t you the type to just charge at it first, think later?”

“i would’ve if she didn’t give me a cold shoulder.”

“have you tried?”

rúben was the one who didn’t hold back his snort this time. “of course i did.”

“then maybe you were asking the wrong question, mate.”

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as much as rúben hated to confess that jack actually had a point, he had to give hands down. he might be asking the wrong question, he might be asking too much question, he might be asking the right question with the wrong approach.

bottom line, he’d concluded himself that he had to try until he succeeded. each time in different approach, different variables. logically speaking, it should take him somewhere for a clue. if it didn’t, it should at least tire you enough to have you spell the answer to his queries.

rúben had gathered enough information that you and your team had wrapped up filming for christmas and new year’s content, complete with kids involved and all. you were supposed to stay in the editing room, and working late on it because there was a teaser—which fell into your line of work under “short videos”—to be uploaded tomorrow evening.

he purposefully slowed his pace for anything that did not require physical activities and trainings, resulting in him also staying late to finish some of his homework—his affectionate nickname for video trainings he’d like to execute at home, in the comfort of his abode and plush suede pillows—so he could match your pace of work. he planned to catch you off guard the same way as ‘the black car’ incident.

at 8, you finally went out of your cave, precisely like his little rat had informed him before. so of course, you were startled to find rúben already standing against the railing in front of your office.

“rúben,” your voice got stuck in your throat but rúben thought it was a cute squeak. it was also a better response, rúben thought, too. you could’ve spat at him or shooed him away immediately. “what are you doing here?”

“i’m—” rúben thought about lying for a second, but he decided it’d contribute nothing to a start of a friendship. yes, friendship, because it was the bare minimum, no? “i’m waiting for you.”

your eyes widened, and that was when rúben noticed the golden specks on the orbs of your eyes. heartbreakingly stunning, solely because rúben only noticed this now.

you shifted the weight of your body from your right leg to your left one, and rúben found it endearing because he noticed that was an early sign an introvert—you, in this case—was starting to get nervous or uncomfortable. rúben hoped it was the former because that’d put you as cute as an awkward lone penguin.

“is there anything i can help you with?”

“yes, i’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

with his devastatingly beautiful look, his velvet voice and his intensely deep brown eyes, your heart palpitated so fast and so irregular that you were afraid rúben could see them falling and getting back into its designated place like a bungee jumper.

or maybe the rope snapped on its way down and never found its way up again, depending on the question about to be fired at you. at this point, your mind went funnily white, and you were ready to succumb into either pressure or temptation, depending on the question he’d fire you with.

“do you hate me?”

you seemed perplexed at his blatant question, but he’d take that reaction over anything else because it was something, especially compared to the invisible wall you’d put up since the first time you both had worked together.

“do you?” rúben pressed his voice gently, while he took a step closer to you. slowly but assertively.

the movement snapped you back to reality. you should not heed into pressure, but there was no use in lying because in reality, you really had no reason to hate him. if you had your chance, you would’ve done things the other way around.

“no, i don’t.”

another step closer. “but have you ever hated me?”

realising the 6-feet centre back was doing, you involuntarily moved backwards in the same amount of steps that he did, albeit the distance reached was certainly and significantly a huge gap you could never keep. “no, rúben—”

before you could finish your sentence, he obliterated every single space left in between the two of you and cornered you to the nearest wall. “then do you like me?”

you should be running, you should be fleeing, you should be screaming down the hill. you should be anywhere but here, trapped in between the long, strong and sturdy pair of his arms, the very same one he used to defend himself and the ball from the opponent. the very same one your eyes couldn’t lie but appreciate its masculinity.

rúben noticed the miniscule movement of your eyes, despite your tightened body language, and it brought a little smile on the corner of his lips. maybe he had indeed asked all the wrong question in all the previous times he’d had the chance.

“tell me,” rúben then pronounced your name in the way no one else could, so soft and velvet like a fine cashmere being caressed against your eardrums, that shivers ran down your entire body as if you were struck by a lightning. “please tell me that, at least.”

so paradoxic, you thought inwardly at the sensation. and you supposedly hated the way he confused you, but you didn’t this time—you didn’t even detest the way he seemed enjoying this whole thing, by the way he pulled of a subtle smirk that busted your knees slowly but surely—and it made you even more crazy because what the hell was this?

you tried to mask it off by looking him straight in the eyes. well, tried to, at least, because the moment your eyes were connected with the milkiest brown orbs that reminded you of a hot chocolate on a wintry day, you couldn’t help but look away. “what do you want me to say?”

rúben didn’t fight a full smile from blooming on his face, as the tip of his finger aligned your face gently to face his. he really likes the fact you gave him a fair fight to remain indifferent still, even when everything else of your body failed to be your auxiliary. “do you like me?”

“i do—”

“then would you like to have a dinner with me tonight?”

[godsofhumanity]

[when Dionysus first came to Olympus] Hermes: *staring at Apollo* Apollo: *staring at Hermes* Hermes: Tomorrow night then! Apollo, nodding: Okay. Dionysus: How did you guys do that?!! Athena: It's called clown-to-clown communication. Dionysus: Can you teach me? Athena: Trust me, Dionysus, you don't want to join that circus.

[singing-not-sleeping-beauty]

Imagine the Percy Jackson show comes out, you and your friends go in on renting a seaside cottage for a long weekend to binge it together and you break it up with activities themed around the books

Paint beads for camp necklaces, make cabin banners for your godly parents, bake blue chocolate chip cookies, play a round of capture the flag on the beach, and people periodically get to go back to their room and read when they're not feeling up for human interaction anymore

And you could do this with many books & genres, the goal is just to get an uninterrupted weekend with friends and your favorite works of fiction

I want to start a book club, but instead of it being one of those white women book clubs where it's just a bunch of moms drinking wine without having read the book it's a group of friends who meet up at a cabin once or twice a year and we read, and make food & crafts based off our favorite books, and watch movie/tv show adaptations of those books

y'know?

[blood-starved-beast]

I still can't over Eris deciding to roadblock Melinoe's journey to Olympus. The way Mel absolutely loses it if you lose to Eris the first few times (or not even lose, she's still pretty pissed all around). Like there's this immense buildup for Mel to climb Olympus and help the gods there and Hermes sort of rushing you and what not to unlock the path. So the whole thing's all serious and stuff.

Then Eris blindsides Mel for some fun. If you lose it's funnier cause that means Eris destroyed Mel's run for shits and giggles and Mel races over to Eris's corner of the Crossroads to yell traitor at her and Eris baits her like the jester baiting the hounds artwork. It does not stop Eris.

Funnier is that if Eris shows up at the Crossroads before you reach her at the end of the Rift of Thessaly there's this convo Eris says something to the extent that she doesn't go up top when Melinoe asks her about it cause she'd get in the way:

Me when I lie.

That or Melinoe asking her about it gave Eris the idea to head up top to stop her. Which is just as funny cause that means Mel inadvertently dug her own grave. Just like she did with Scylla and the Sirens actually. She didn't need to have beef with them. Nor did she need to have Eris up top. Unfortunately, Melinoe's situationship drama finally caught up to her and now she has to have fights to the death with her not-crush cause Eris thinks having date nights with Trouble kills two birds with one stone.

And Mel can't do anything about it. She tells on Eris to Hecate Hec's all like "well sorry show her up next time :/." Or getting shit on by Nem for always giving Eris second chances and whatnot. Cause no amount of complaining about Eris stops Mel from running over to Eris's neck of the bog to give her a nectar. Cause lowkey Mel does appreciate the fights. Or rather, doesn't deny it when Eris asks about her feelings about them. Literal circus clown hours all around.