#I’m on a ROLL

[arsoniiii]

i have been starving you, my friends

well, no longer

here you go

[xoxochb]

⋆·˚ ༘ * if you get lonely, think of me only

warnings: major foreshadowing, more kissing at the end, vulgar language, I got lazy trying to end this because I’m awful at ending fics

pairing: percy jackson x daughter of hades and persephone

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“what? I don’t- I thought he was with dad?”

nico shrugs

“okay, okay. well I need to change out of this, will you give me a moment?” you say referring to your wedding dress

your brother nods and closes the door behind him. you quickly change out of your wedding dress to your ‘casual’ dress. you give percy a sentimental look and a peck to his lips

“I’ll be back in a minute” another kiss and you’re off

for percy however, he doesn’t like that you left him- your boyfriend- for another man- your soon to be husband. would following you be too possessive? perhaps, but his jealousy got the best of him

your walk to the foyer was entirely nerve-wracking, many questions fill your mind. why was he here? how long would he be here? would the wedding be sooner than anticipated? was the wedding called off? was your father back?

when you catch sight of your soon-to-be husband- what was his name again? tristan? travis? triton? troy! you knew you would get it some day

he waits by the door and even as you were far enough that you could barely see him, his ocean scent was strong, almost suffocating when you stand directly beside him

“you wanted to see me?” you cross your arms

a smirk appears on his mouth “ah, yes. your father thought it would be a good idea for me to get to know my wife”

“what?”

“I suppose you don’t understand those words yet. talking to younger women is useless” he mutters, but his next words are back to normal volume “he wants me to get to know you”

“what the hell do you mean by that? we’re the same age are we not?”

“well yes… my last wife was much older though”

“your last wife? does my father know you were married before me?”

“of course he does”

you run your hands over your face as a way to relax “okay. that’s fine”

it’s not fine. you want to see him publicly executed

“so when are you free”

“never if it’s to see you”

“your father wouldn’t like the way you’re speaking to me”

“well forget him! I don’t give a shit what he thinks”

“I didn’t know princesses used such vulgar language”

“well they do”

silence

“well, seeing that this conversation is getting inappropriate for a married couple I’ll be in the parlor, come find me when you’ve matured”

he brushes past you, gone, get the ocean still lingers. you take one last look at your surroundings before walking back to your room

on percy’s side of things he hides behind a nearby pillar, close enough to see, too far to hear. however he can always tell the mood of the conversation by your demeanor, this time furious. he watches you attentively for absolutely anything, any small details at all. he doesn’t know this man, not at all, but when the pungent scent of the sea fills his senses he knows he doesn’t like him, and he has a legitimate reason this time. had your father purposely set you up with this boy?

when he sees you walk past the pillar he hid behind he swiftly- yet stealthily- rushes back to your room in an attempt to beat you there for a ‘Ive been here the whole time’ appearance

when he arrives at your room he flops down on your bed out of breath and you make your arrival only moments later

he sits up (‘act casual’ he reminds himself) “welcome back, princess. what’d he want to see you for?”

you roll your eyes at the reminder of your unbearable future husband “I don’t want to talk about it, he’s absolutely absurd. something’s off about him I swear”

he doesn’t ask any further questions. for one reason because he knows better than to anger a daughter of hades, and another: because he respects your wishes unlike your soon-to-be husband. regardless if both of those factors he hated you marrying another man. he deserved to be the one marrying you, not some idiot who doesn’t treat you right

you lay down beside percy in his propped up position. he takes advantage of this and places his lips on yours; passion and jealously-filled

“hate that you’re marrying another guy” he rasps against your lips “doesn’t deserve you”

he puts his free hand on your waist to pull you closer, because for him your bodies being any more than one inch apart is utterly preposterous. he puts one leg in between yours as the kisses get more heated. your hands tangle in his hair, pushing him almost impossibly closer to you. gods- your lips would be so swollen tomorrow morning

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[jay72664]

Scars

TW: Mention of self-harm? It’s more like an insinuation of self-harm.

“That tickles.” Dazai said with a laugh as Chuuya kissed the scars adorning his arm.

Chuuya smiled at him, taking a whole lot of enjoyment out of the laughter he’s able to get from the man. 

“Does it?” He doesn’t stop his trail towards Dazai’s wrists.

“It does, you were supposed to help me put them on, not kiss them.” The brunette was really just complaining for the sake of complaining, he very much did not want him to stop.

“I’ll help you put them on after I’m done.” He comments, pressing a lingering kiss to a particular large scar on his inner wrist.

“Besides, we don’t have anything to do today, and I wouldn’t mind spending all day showing you how much I love your scars.” 

The way Chuuya said this made Dazai’s heart stutter in his chest, and a blush rise to his cheeks.

“I can’t say I’d be against that.” Dazai grumbles in admittance, a pout playing on his lips.

“Then I’ll take my time.” The ginger switches to Dazai’s other arm.

“Why do you like them so much?” Dazai all but whispers.

“Because they’re a part of you.” Chuuya answers simply.

“That’s not a real reason.” The scarred man complains.

Chuuya rolls his heterochromatic eyes. “Oh yeah? Well, why do you like my scars, hm?”

“Because they’re cool, hot, and pretty, and you got them in cool ways, I-“ He hesitates for a moment. ��You know; didn’t.”

The ginger scoffs and looks at his husband. “It doesn’t matter how you got the scar, Osamu, the scars are only there because you struggled, and I love them because it means you overcame that struggle.”

Dazai blushes and looks away. “Simp”

Chuuya rolls his eyes. “You’re one to talk.”

“Shut up.”

[theartsynoodle]

Redrew a classic but added king

[infamous-if]

hey guys! I might go quiet a bit on here due to Life but

- the August first practice interactive scene is next

- I have the G and V scene

- I have an interactive flashback scene between seven x mc I want to do

As for public, I did say I wanted to do something for free so I’m working on that and

as for part 2, idk if I’m gonna finish it by September 💔 but early October is my latest goal

Sorry I’m not good with author updates or development posts haha I can never get a good read on where I’m at progress wise.

Hope everyone is having a good day!

[bowtothesupermoon]

2 in one night. wow. lectra from trans flag

[frrstluv]

inscreening.page 💿

[rubytheyubi]

First Kiss

NOW IN BLACK AND WHITE

Omg I made a whole Kitzie playlist just to listen to it while drawing this so I rlly wanna share it

[peoneys]

Hey, hey, hey, lover

You don't have to be a star

Hey, hey, hey, lover

I love you just the way you are

[thinkingabout-girls]

i’ve already gotten very attached to them

[changewingwentz]

iii token (character) coded to me good morning!

@/caramel soprano from tiktok

Saw the vid from here

https://x.com/nextlevelrobbie/status/1885790336745672814?s=61&t=SMuBPa33CWjPP5ubIJniPQ

[eitlean]

Sukuna doing modern things makes me giggle

Like he sees itadori skateboarding and thinks it looks easy and then tries to stand on it and falls on his ass 😭

[iwillstabyou]

I have a confession.

As my delightful mutuals probably know, I am Swedish. I am a proud Swede. I live in England though, hence the language (men jag förstår lite svenska också). Therefore, naturally I was happy when my homeland triumphed in the Eurovision Song Contest 2023, mostly because my Swedish relatives FaceTimed me to celebrate the win and they were well and truly LEATHERED (and trust me, that is the truest form of entertainment).

As I’ve mentioned before, us Swedes are fucking FERAL when it comes to Eurovision, so the euphoria of the success coursed through my blood like opium. But much like opium, it skewed my perception of things. It blinded me to the true injustice of it all. It rendered me unable to recognise the truth: the fact that the true winner - Käärijä - was robbed of the title he truly deserved. His act had all the things that Eurovision is about: neon outfits fit for a dr Seuss character, lyrics that seem nonsensical but actually have meaning (and bonus, it’s not a depressing meaning), techno-metal mixed with a highly contrasting genre, slutty backup dancers, singing in Finnish, weird staging, etc. I could go on forever.

The point is, Käärijä slayed. He slayed hard. He slayed harder than Loreen could ever dream of. And I may not have registered it at the time, but looking back now, I realise that from the very first time cha cha cha blessed my ears, I was rooting for Finland, despite my Swedish bloodline. In fact, now I can admit that the aforementioned ‘euphoria’ I felt as the win was announced, was shallow. Deep down, I was actually disappointed. The more I think about it, the more I realise that our ‘win’ was a meaningless feat, fuelled by a jury of so called ‘experts’ who are probably mainly boring old sods with a poor music taste (not like that’s a new revelation - this is Eurovision ffs).

And because of that, I can now fully accept that the only real true winner of Eurovision Song Contest 2023 is Finland. So Käärijä, I speak on behalf of all Swedes (yes, all of them. The ones that disagree just aren’t as self aware and haven’t come to this conclusion yet. They’ll see the truth soon enough. Except for maybe Loreen, which is fair enough) when I say that we collectively give YOU the official title of “Eurovision Song Contest 2023 winner” that you so deserve. We didn’t want it anyway. We have ABBA, it’s not like we can ever beat that.

Congrats on the win, Finland!

[badbf-cb]

Happy Birthday Minji

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[hash-mashh]

there’s a secondary meaning in a tmbg lyric call it a double johntendre

[dio-the-thot-exterminator]

she tried to style his hair and came to a startling realization…