#Wrong Turn fanfic

[cannibalcreepers]

The Hilliker Brothers fucking/eating out S/O on their period?

Sounds like a treat they would love UwU ---------

One-Eye: This man was not shy to show his love to you, from peppering you with kisses, hugging you at every chance he got even if he was covered in guts and blood, he just adored you so much. So seeing you on your period days always made him feel worried for you and every time your period came you had to reassure the sweet, stupid cannibal that you were not bleeding to death. Being on your period sucked for sure, with the aches and pains, but at least being out in nature you could just sit outside in the fresh air, no work life and no society to stress you out. One-Eye always did your portion of the chores anyways, especially if you promised him some sexy time later that day and with how horny you got during these time of the months you were happy to gift this adorable man with some good fucking. Lucky for you though, the one-eyed cannibal had other plans for you once he was finished with the chores. He had grabbed your hand with a mischievous cute smile and pulled you into the forest behind the hut, a blanket tucked under his other arm. When you both were quite deep in the forest, the large man threw down the blanket and was quick to pull you in to hug and attack your face in sloppy kisses, making you laugh as the two of you fell onto the blanket. He was quick in just giving you attention, stopping you from trying to pull at his pants, trying to motion that he wanted this to be about you even though you promised to give him a treat. You were a bit confused at first, wondering what he was planning, but when he began yanking at your pants you felt your cheeks go red. It wasn't the first time you had been eaten out, nor was it the first time he did it while you had your period and it was definitely exciting. You acted the pillow princess while One-Eye worked to remove the lower half of your clothing, just chucking your pants and underwear with the pad aside, sometimes the man was a bit of a grot and would sniff and lick at the blood on the pads but right this moment his mind was only on getting your legs spread so he could dig right in. A gasp left your lips when you felt his hot breathe against your bleeding mound, his fingers spreading the pussy flaps open to start dragging his tongue over red wetness, letting out a pleased hungry groan at how sweet and coppery you tasted. It was the only time he'd get to 'cannibalize' you, though the simple minded man never wanted to hurt you it was no question that all three of the men have thought about how your flesh tasted. So whenever this special moment happened during the months, they took their chance. You knew that once One-Eye was done with you and you both returned to the shack, one of the other men would most likely take you away, after all you were technically 'dating' all three, or so you told yourself. You couldn't think to much about this though as One-Eye was practically munching on your pussy, his teeth gently tugging and dragging over the sensitive folds, nose deep in the pubs as he sucked and licked at your heat, loving how hotter your flesh was during these moments of your life. You could feel your toes curl, head tilted back as you gasped and moaned from the pleasure spreading through your body, one leg now resting over the man's shoulder and back as the other stretched to the side to give him as much access as you could possibly give him. You couldn't even hear him rubbing his pulled out cock with bloody hands over his grunts and sighs, you on the other hand were at your limit, body arching and letting out a final cry as you came against his needy mouth which he greedily lapped up like a hungry animal. He moved of your pussy to lean back and finish himself off with the stroking, looking at your exposed lower body, his drool mixed with your fluids dripping out of your spread cunt, it was like a dream and wonderful dream that he finished himself off with a final stroke and cheekily made sure to spill his hot cum against your thighs.

You gave him a 'are you serious?' stare as you sat up and wiped the cum of your leg with the blanket, playfully slapping him on the chest before pulling him in for a kiss, which he gladly leaned into. You both returned to the hut very happy, just in time to be spotted by Three-Fingers who narrowed his eyes at the both of you, snickering and exposing his teeth as he chased One-Eye off and gently grabbed your hand, it seems you were going to have to go for round two. Three-Fingers: It was like this man could smell the fact you and One-Eye had just done something naughty, the way he was now pulling you to the truck with a scrunched up smirk on his face, the face you had dubbed "I'm going to fuck the shit outa you" look.

He wasn't shy about what he was going to do, though he did want a bit of privacy as he didn't know where Saw-Tooth was and that man had a bad habit of yanking you away from his brothers when he wanted to fuck you, three times he had actually yanked you away while they were balls deep to both you and whoever you were fucking dismay, but no one challenged him, other than you giving him a verbal scolding which he rolled his eyes at.

But at least with the truck, he could shut the doors from inside and Saw-Tooth didn't really want to yank the doors off from their only working vehicle. So you complied easily with Three-Fingers, letting him pick you up and placed you on the front seat while giving you a cheeky kiss, trying to avoid the steering wheel. You were quick to backup until you were against the passenger side door while Three-Fingers took the chance to crawl over you and lock the doors quickly, he wanted to have you all to himself and he wasn't going to be slow about it. The scrawny rat man already knew you were bleeding, way before he got your clothes off, he was a bit disappointed his brother practically cleaned you from the outside but he'd get his taste when sticking his large deformed finger deep inside your wet pussy to give you a good fingering, placing his mouth over your tit a sucking on them, he was quick in pleasuring you and was keen to hear your moans. And moan you did, making sure your legs were spread, though a bit uncomfortable with how you were on the seat, one leg against the steering wheel and the other on the drivers seat. Three-Fingers was relentless with his fingering, going deep inside your body, using the bottom of his palm to rub against your flesh as he large finger curled and moved against the hot bloody walls. Once he was pleased with how much blood accumulated on his large finger, he slipped it out of your hole and quickly placed it into his mouth, you watched as he lapped up the blood and just thinking how he was such a little weirdo for staring into your eyes while he did so. Three-Fingers wouldn't stop there, no he wanted to fuck you silly and fuck you silly he would, as quick as he was undressing you he was quicker whipping out his skinny dick and sliding it into you, giving your legs a break from spreading to wrapping around his bony body. He was already pumping into you, the truck creaking and starting to shake form the motion. Unlike his two bother, Three-Fingers was quick with his thrust, he had so much stamina and backed up with his strength he made your whole body rock with how he fucked you, the sounds of his body and ballsack slapping against your body was loud inside the now heating up truck, both your heaving breathing fogging up all the glass. You were quick to orgasm, having being stimulated before by One-Eye and now Three-Fingers, you were praying to any god that could hear that Saw-Tooth would give you a break tonight as your were going to be one sore and tired bitch the next day. But even when you tightened around the cannibal he didn't stop, he still pumped into you, at times looking down to see how bloody you were making his cock, baring his teeth from excitement and began cackling at how much he was loving this. Once again your body tightened as another orgasm spread over your body, crying out at how your body shivered and shook, this time Three-Fingers followed suit and spilled his seed deep inside your red heat. Biting down over your shoulder hard as he came hard inside you, arms wrapping around you hard as he did his final thrusts. The two of you taking your time catching you breathe, to your luck no other Hilliker brother had bothered you two, lazing inside the truck until Three-Fingers moved to unlock the doors, placing one last kiss on your lips and chittering softly before exiting, leaving you alone and naked to get dressed, very like the man.

Saw-Tooth: You were exhausted, having pleased two Hilliker men was like running a marathon, but it did well in helping with your period as you hadn't gotten a pain spike in a good while, but you also had popped a few painkillers a while back so that probably was what made the day a bit easier too. Though, surprisingly as the day ended, Saw-Tooth was still nowhere to be seen, during your time with One-Eye you had spotted him before Three-Fingers dragged you away napping in his bed, but when you returned after Three-Fingers fucked you, he was missing, possibly out in the forest doing a chore or looking at traps, you weren't quite sure. But you and the two other cannibal brothers were looking a bit worried when it was time for dinner, the plates just being placed down when the large man finally appeared, you didn't ask where he was since he really couldn't respond but there was a happy smile on your face and everyone relaxed. After the meal, One-Eye was quick to just head to bed while Three-Fingers went to go into the storage and look through picture books. While you were left cleaning up the table, you could feel Saw-Tooth staring at you intensely. He was waiting patiently for you to complete your task and look his way, once you did he gestured with his head to the door to follow him, the large beast of a man standing and exiting outside. You were quick to follow, you were no fool to disobey the man, how he towered over you, his presence alone told you he was not someone you fucked with unless it was actual fucking in which he would be the one to always initiate. It was a silent trek, just following the cannibal through the forest, you weren't quite sure where he was taking you, but when you came out to an opening to see a literal bed just out in the grass, a bunch of pillows and blankets that had the perfect view of the starry sky. Now this man wasn't know for his romantical gestures, if anything you were used to just having your clothing pulled and a thick dick up your pussy without any warning. But for some reason Saw-Tooth was feeling a bit giving, and that being some alone time with him under the sky the perfect gift in his mind. You smiled warmly and told him you loved it, reaching out a hand for him to take, which he gently did, pulling you towards him and the bed. The two of you were quick the strip bare and being the larger of you two, Saw-Tooth would be the one to lay down first so you could climb on top of him and straddle his already hardening cock. He didn't care for where you two fucked, it could be the hard ground but tonight he wanted to give you a little something nice with how sore you had been with this whole period bullshit. He wasn't usually the one to eat you out a lot, if anything he preferred it when you sucked him off but tonight he was going to give you a good night and was quick to slide his cock into you bleed cunt. You put your hands on his chest to keep sturdy as he began thrusting and moving inside you, his largeness always made you feel full, he was intensely thick than long but it spread you well and hit you with an amazing pleasure.

you rocked back and forth on his cock, leaning back and staring at the glittery night sky, with how beautiful it was without the noise of the city lights dulling it. You were wetting his cock and fat ballsack with blood, if you looked down it looked like a massacre on his dick but he kept you bouncing on him by holding onto you hips while lifting you up and down as he thrusted, his grunts heavy and loud through the forest. You on the other hand were getting exhausted with the amount of fucking you've had, you were going to be knocked out after this but at this moment the pleasure was the only thing keeping you awake. Your body came three times already and the large man was still pumping into you, your body shaking from how it ached from both pleasure and soreness. But to your luck it would not last forever as Saw-Tooth let out a loud growl and finally spilled inside you, feeling it fill you to them brim and mix with the fluids inside. You were quick to fall off him and his dick, laying in the softness of the pillows, closing your eyes as you let your body rest. But Saw-Tooth was not finished with you, running his mouth and tongue over your body, teeth scraping against skin as he bit your breast and ran his tongue down your stomach, hands kneading into you hips and ass before he placed his mouth against your pussy and began licking. Your eyes shot open at the feeling, a shock indeed as he rarely gave you the privilege of being eaten out by him and you made sure to spread your legs so to give him all the access to your privates. He was Even without his upped lip he was rather good at eating pussy, mostly using his large fat tongue to roll and spread against the wet flesh, not caring he was lapping up a mixture of you blood and his cum. You felt absolutely spoilt getting two of these cannibal men licking at your pussy in the same day, you knew this was not going to happen again for a long time and was going to lavish every moment of attention. It wasn't as long as One-Eye did for you but you had your last orgasm for the day, it wasn't heavily pleasurable but still made your body shiver. You loved the feeling of his large deformed teeth against your sensitive folds, the hot breathe and tongue against the skin. When he was finished he gave your left inner thigh a sharp bite that was definitely going to bruise, your face scrunching up from the pain as Saw-Tooth moved to lay next to you, holding you against him as you both fell asleep under the night sky.

[lupins-hehim-pussy]

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what's wrong with him (based on That Scene in the hit wriolette fanfic Love Will Find A Way, So Will Naked Mole Rats by noxetic)

[lupiinist]

i like the idea that lily is one of the smartest people in hogwarts but she's also just like

very clumsy. she drops things, she trips on air, and she's very unlucky too, gum sticks randomly on her hair (mary or marlene always cuts the tips of her hair every month or so because of that), and everytime something like that happens, she makes an odd sound as she snorts and laughs.

because yes, she's clumsy and unlucky, but she's surprisingly positive about it, she finds everything to be very funny, and mary and marlene are so used to it by now that they're always ready to hold her before she falls, take her out of the way of something that's being thrown, or just hold something she dropped before it breaks.

i like lily being a bit of a mess, let her be a bit of a failgirl as a treat, she's adorable, and she's a genius!!!!

(also, mary can't help but look so, so fond and in love with her whenever lily laughs when she trips on the hem of her robes, like she makes the entire day brighter just by smiling)

[pizzaqueen]

Rest Stop

Written for the prompt ‘rest’ for @steddiemicrofic

387 words / rated T / pre-slash

Recreational drug use

There’s a rest stop on the decommissioned road a little ways out of Hawkins. It’s not a lot of anything, a tin roof over a picnic table, but Steve likes it. Thinks of it as ‘his’ spot, even though Tommy H told him about it. But it’s a good place to be alone. To, well, rest.

And, sure, Hawkins is full of places like that, quiet, empty places, and alone isn’t something Steve likes to be that much, but nights like tonight…

He sighs, tips his beer to his lips. It doesn’t hit him often, but when it does, it’s a restless itch; he can get away from Hawkins, from his house, his job, his nonexistent love life, but he can’t get away from that feeling. Out here he gets close, though.

Tonight, his solitude is short-lived. Footsteps make Steve tense, and a deep voice cuts through the night: “Steve?”

The tension drains; Steve turns. “Hey, Eddie.”

Eddie blinks. “I found you.” He scratches his head, nods at the table Steve’s sitting on. “Mind if I…?”

“It’s a free country.”

“So I’m told.” Eddie’s lips quirk; he sits beside Steve, pulling a joint from his jacket. He waggles it; Steve nods.

“Why were you looking for me?”

An orange flame sparks from Eddie’s lighter, catching the end of the joint. “I wasn’t.” Eddie takes a drag, gives the joint to Steve.

“You said you found me…”

“Don’t have to be looking for you to find you.”

Steve shakes his head. “All right.” He takes a hit, relishing the pleasant buzz, passes it back.

“What brings the valiant Sir Steve out here?”

“I like the quiet.”

“That a hint for me to shut my yap?”

“No.” Steve knocks their shoulders together. “I like listening to you talk.” Why did he say that? He doesn’t really care. Huh.

Surprise flickers over Eddie’s face, but it settles into something pleased. “Good.” He winks. “Because I have plenty of stories to tell.”

After a few moments, Steve says, “Well,” waving his hand, “go ahead.”

Eddie’s eyes sparkle; he starts talking, gesticulating wildly, and Steve realizes the restlessness is gone. Maybe it’s the weed. He’s pretty sure it’s all Eddie.

Okay. Something to look at later. For now, he basks in Eddie’s voice and the easy, restful feeling of being near him.

[keiicom]

Yjh things the Webtoon 'forgot' to mention or to point out bc they hate novel yjh

Warning for vague webtoon spoilers ig?? No spoilery names are named and no unreleased scenarios are mentioned/specified btw but I thought I'd add this warning just in case :)

He waited three days on the bridge for kdj to resurface after he dropped him in the Ichytosaurs mouth. Just. Waited there.

He smiles when Kdj tries his food and says it's good (it's more like a tiny smug smile tbh)

He is a WORRIER. Man worries about everything, but sucks at expressing it through actions bc that's when he's most easily misunderstood. It is EXTREMELY easy to misunderstand his actions unless the other characters ask him what he's doing and why [after he explains, he turns out to be actually really thoughtful tbh]

When he tells 41st round shin yoosung to "quit her blabbering"...he wasn't that harsh in the novel. The line was changed (still don't know why) but originally he said something about not having enough time, and wasn't a complete asshole.

Also during that same arc/scene it was revealed that he woke her up because he genuinely didn't think she'd attack him/be mad at him iirc, so it wasn't him being stupid, just somewhat naive

When Iris called KDJ ugly he actually stepped forward and intimidated her by glaring so she'd stop talking :) because he sensed fighting spirit in her and he decided to react lmao

His eyebrow moves similarly to a caterpillar when he's about to make an important decision (note: kdj points this out in the novel because he's always staring at yjh I swear to god there's proof)

Yjh puts on a 'cool' face when he's been caught or called out after trying to be sneaky (he's SO BAD at being sneaky istg I love this man so much)

He sometimes uses his skills for stupid and petty shit *said lovingly with heart eyes*

He's more likely to give someone/an NPC a quick death than to make them suffer until they die

He always goes along with KDJ's plans, even though Kdj barely tells him ANYTHING about them ever 😭 He glares but still goes along with them I NEED Y'ALL TO UNDERSTAND HOW IMPORTANT THIS IS- /lh

He drags his sword on the ground when he's happy/satisfied with something, or generally in a good mood. Also Loves to clean his sword (I think the webtoon added a scene of him cleaning the sword like. once)

He loves his sister more than anything (we haven't seen a lot of scenes with yoo mia AND yjh in the webtoon yet but I have high expectations for those knowing how much he adores her in the novel)

Mans RUNS to help every time kdj is in danger, unless he genuinely thinks kdj 1) can handle the situation himself or 2) deserves the punishment

He has MONOLOGUES in his head even though he only ever says like two sentences thakrhsjfjb, and is very eloquent when given the chance to explain his thought process/reasoning

[which kdj rarely lets him do. bc he's hellbent on doing the talking and most other characters don't expect yjh to talk anyway]

The hand holding scene that was turned into a weird wrist holding scene? Yes originally they held hands (he wasn't as angry then either)

He's a serial texter and will spam message people

He loves dumplings

He gets jealous when other people monopolize Dokja's attention for too long (also canon, ex: Sangah, [redacted 1], sometimes han sooyoung, [redacted 2], [redacted 3] 💀 and WILL glare at Kdj or demand answers depending on how severe the transgression is)

He's tired. So, so tired.

HE CAN LAUGH

he doesn't let Han Sooyoung live out of pride/not wanting to lose to kdj (???? what even was that). he lets her live because he doesn't want kdj to think poorly of him / alternatively he doesn't want to lose him as an ally. Not everything is about pride with him 🫠

he looks embarrassed after hearing yoo mia tell him he looks "happy when you talk about [kdj]". the narration also gives her statement some credibility, because "she knows him well since she's his sister". but of course they made him look angry instead of embarrassed 🙄 bc god forbid he shows any other facial expression ever

He's nosy (again: said lovingly with heart eyes). You'll notice how even when he pretends not to care, he'll still stick around to see how things develop/gather info on 'important' stuff. If he's not interested, he'll just leave, bc he's the kind of guy to just do that. So if he doesn't leave, even if he's pretending not to care... you see where I'm going with this

He has a sense of humor, believe it or not (though most of the time he's hilarious without meaning to)

When [redacted] asked yoo joonghyuk what his deal was with kdj and why he wanted him in his group he said "kdj is necessary for this world. I need him." but webtoon decided to skip that line 🫠

Yjh says "I guess your mother doesn't like me" instead of this "like mother like son" bullshit, because the second one implies dokja doesn't like him. which couldn't be farther from the truth

Yoo Joonghyuk actually looks distraught when he realizes he's the one that has to kill kdj. To the point kdj has to tell him to not make that face.

He holds him tenderly as kdj falls, and tries to hang onto him as he's dragged away.

I'd add more but the rest is spoilers fhajhrjeka so yeah I'll just wait to see what webtoon does first and I'll update this as they go

[perseabeth]

The Promise of the Wild Sea

< this is not an official fic yet, i had this AU in my mind for a while, and now i got the time to write few parts of it. if the story was to your liking, i might get encouraged to make it an official fic. i’d like to remind you that i do not own any of the characters, as they all belong to the original myths and Rick Riordan. except for the oc Callista. however, i made some alternation in the myths that could benefit my story. i hope you like these changes. also this is a fem!percy version. enjoy reading >

- 1184 BCE, The fallen city of Troy -

Apollo stood in front of Callista’s pyre, the flames not yet lit, his gaze fixed on her lifeless face. Her once radiant beauty now drained, her cheeks no longer flushed with the color of life. Her hair, dark as the starless night, framed a visage that seemed at peace, a peace she had found only in death. Yet, she had stolen his peace with her departure, leaving him hollow and bereft.

With painstaking care, he had smoothed away every bruise, every mark of the cruelty she had endured, wishing to present her to the underworld in the full splendor of her glory. His Callista, his heart. He clutched the two drachmas in his hand, the coins a symbol of her final journey, but to him, they were a cruel reminder of his eternal separation from her. How could he consign her to the underworld, knowing he would be condemned to an eternity without her by his side?

His soul ached with a grief that seemed too vast to contain. With a trembling breath, he placed the drachmas on her closed eyes, sealing her fate, preparing her for her voyage to the underworld. She deserved a realm free from the sorrows of war and the sting of death, a place of peace and light. He swore on his immortal soul that she would find solace in Elysium.

Apollo leaned down, his tears falling like rain upon her serene face, pressing a final kiss to her cold, unresponsive forehead.

“Farewell, my Callista... until we meet again, my angel.”

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The sun god cradled her cheeks in his trembling hands, his soy blue eyes filled with the agony of days spent pleading with his uncle, the merciless lord of death, for this moment. She was there in his embrace, radiant as the true princess she was, her beauty untouched by the shadows of the underworld. Her black hair cascaded down her back like the soft night sky, a dark tapestry embroidered with stars in silken threads. Her eyes, those mesmerizing sea-green eyes, gazed up at him—the very eyes he had yearned to kiss open one last time before cruel fate tore her away.

But nothing unfolded as he had hoped.

"My lord," Callista whispered, her eyes shining with boundless love for the man before her. She wore a white, elegant chiton that clung to her form with an ethereal grace, adorned with a delicate laurel crown—a vision of Trojan royalty. Apollo shook his head, refusing to accept the words forming on her lips. "No, you are coming with me," he implored, tears welling up in his sky-blue eyes, each drop a testament to his anguish. He was begging, pleading for her to return with him to the world of the living.

The princess before him shook her head gently, her gaze unwavering. "No, my lord, I am dead. I am happy here," she said softly. She took his palm, still cradling her cheek, and pressed a tender kiss upon it, as if sealing their fates with that simple, heartbreaking act. "You must respect the rules of death, my love. You must go on and find happiness in the lands of the living."

Her words stabbed his heart, despite the delicateness of her voice, despite the sweetness of her words, and despite the loveliness of her eyes. She was pushing him away, each word like a dagger twisting deeper.

Callista looked at him again, her gaze filled with a sorrowful resolve. "I'm with my family, and you should be with yours. Lord Zeus will not be tolerable when he hears that you brought me back from death."

Apollo tried to reason with her, desperation lacing his voice. "But Uncle Hades has already accepted," he argued, only to be met with another tender kiss on his palm from Callista.

"I'm not letting you get into an argument with your father," she replied softly. She lifted her hand and gently caressed the strand of his hair falling on his forehead. Her melodic voice continued, soothing yet heartbreaking. "You will live on. You will find happiness again, I'm sure."

"My happiness is with you only," he insisted, his voice breaking.

But Callista only shook her head with a sad smile. "That's what you're saying now, because the pain is so new. But trust me, my love... time will go on, life will go on." She looked into his eyes, her determination unyielding. He knew there was no way to change her heart. She gave him a beautiful smile that could have brightened his days if not for their situation. "You did all you could. You made sure I found my final rest in a beautiful place. Now it's your turn to let go... to move on."

Apollo's tears threatened to fall, threatening to drown his eyes. He did the only thing he could do in that moment; he planted a soft, small kiss on her lips, a goodbye kiss filled with all the sorrow of a love that could never be. It was a kiss that spoke of unending longing and the crushing weight of farewell.

He would never force her to do anything. If she was happy, he would be happy, even if it meant an immortal lifetime of his heart shattering every day he remembered that she wasn't waking up next to him.

His time in the underworld was ticking away, leaving him with precious few moments to spare in the arms of his beloved. How cruel fate is, he thought, that even time refuses to grant him a longer respite to find peace in her embrace one last time.

He kissed her forehead once more, a goodbye kiss—the same kiss he had planted on her brow the day of her pyre, the day they consigned her body to the flames in a solemn ritual of farewell. He looked into those beautiful eyes one last time. "I swear to you, I’ll always find you in the stars, in the calm oceans, in the beautiful sunlight, in the warm flames, and in the serene mountains. You will always haunt me, forever haunt my life, Callista."

This earned him a sad smile from her beloved face, and he realized he loved all her smiles except this one. "Who knows, maybe someday you will find me again, amidst the moors or maybe in the wild sea."

He nodded, a silent nod, as a single tear traced a path down his cheek. He kissed her hands one last time and turned his back, leaving his beloved, leaving his heart, leaving the bane of his soul in Elysium, where she belonged. Before he stepped away, he turned to her one last time. "Someday, I’ll find you in the wild sea."

With that, Apollo left the underworld, each step a testament to the immortal lifetime of sorrow that awaited him, a sorrow he would bear for the love he could never truly hold again.

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- December, 2007. New York City-

"And now, sis. Transportation for the Hunters, you say? Good timing. I was just about ready to roll.

"These demigods will also need a ride," Artemis said, pointing to us. "Some of Chiron's campers."

"No problem!" Apollo checked us out. "Let's see... Thalia, right? I've heard all about you."

Thalia blushed. "Hi, Lord Apollo."

"Zeus's girl, yes? Makes you my half sister. Used to be a tree, didn't you? Glad you're back. I hate it when pretty girls turn into trees. Man, I remember one time—"

"Brother," Artemis said. "You should get going."

"Oh, right." Then his gaze landed on me, and his eyes widened with a mixture of shock and recognition, as if he had glimpsed a long-lost memory. The once vibrant blue of his eyes now bore golden freckles, a haunting reminder of his divine nature. "Callista?"

I met his gaze, my heart pounding with confusion and uncertainty. Was he mistaking me for someone else, someone from his past? “No. I mean... no, sir."

Calling a teenager "sir" felt awkward, but I knew better than to offend an immortal. They were known to have volatile tempers, and tended to get offended easily. Then they blew stuff up. and now Apollo seems to be on verge of blowing things up, or me perhaps.

His silence stretched on, his eyes still fixed on me, probing and searching. It was as if he was peering into my soul, unraveling the layers of my being with each passing moment.

Eventually, his gaze shifted to his sister, Artemis, who offered him a subtle shake of her head. Their silent exchange felt like a wordless, deep conversation, conveying a depth of understanding that transcended spoken words. Apollo cleared his throat, breaking the tension that hung in the air, before turning his attention back to me.

His gaze shifted abruptly from sheer confusion to a myriad of emotions I couldn't quite pinpoint. It reminded me of the way my mom once described my reaction to blue cookies or a serene beach—a mix of wonder and longing. Yet, as he looked at me, I saw something more. His eyes, now a crystal-clear sky blue, brimmed with an affection that seemed to encompass the entire world. It was a strange sensation, one that left me feeling oddly nervous, knowing that he was a god who could unleash his power at any moment. If it were anyone else, I might have blushed under their gaze. But facing a god for the first time, unsure if he was friend or foe, left me feeling unsettled rather than flustered.

"Percy Jackson," Apollo's voice cut through the tense silence like a blade. For a moment, it felt as though time itself had frozen, as if I were caught in a web of his penetrating gaze. I nodded silently. Then, without a word, he turned away, his attention shifting back to the group. The weight of his gaze that seemed to convey the burden of centuries, left me unsettled.

"Well!" he exclaimed in a cheerful voice again, as if the past few moments were nothing, breaking the silence. "We'd better load up, huh? The ride only goes one way—west. And if you miss it, you miss it."

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i’d love to hear your opinion about this.

[mikalilys]

Remus lupin was a child that sat at the top of the stairs.

[ravenlocksentwisted]

Steve has changed, Bucky thinks.

When the Winter Soldier was unthawed (over and over again), there were always expectations. By the time they put the man who had been Bucky Barnes into cryo for the first time, he did his best to meet them. Deviations were punished. The instructions weren't always clear, but they were convincing.

Now, that man is clapping his long lost friend on the back. He sends a backhanded complement at Sam, who gamely shows teeth and returns fire. It's a dance, falling into the expectations of the things they should be, and Natasha sends Bucky a look as the rogue Avengers depart on another jetsetting adventure.

Steve's demeanor is grim now. He's always quick with a retort, and he's contrary as ever, but something niggles at the back of Bucky's mind. Shuri showed him the high school PSAs, laughing at the hypocritical bullshit American schools were willing to feed their teenagers. Bucky agreed it was ridiculous, but mostly because he knew Steve.

Bucky Barnes had always been willing to play the role society assigned him. The Winter Soldier had been more of the same. But Bucky would never have thought his best friend would ever twist himself into something that other people wanted him to be.

Bucky wonders what the expectations were when Steve Rogers was unthawed.

[kris-mage-fics]

Wintersun

A short Shepherds of Haven fic that takes place on Wintersun. Some vague spoilers for Chapter 4 and Blade's 5th day off in the Alpha build. Also there's a reference to this bit of a fic I haven't finished, but it's not necessary to understand what's going on.

| Ao3 | rated G | 628 words | Blade/Kyrahlise | under the cut for very light spoilers mentioned above |

"Happy Wintersun," Kyrahlise said as she handed Blade a slim package not much larger than her hand. Neither of them acknowledged the momentary brush of their fingertips.

The gift was neatly wrapped in paper she'd painted with winter berries and small swirls of gold. All tied off with a thin green ribbon salvaged from one of her old dresses. The design was overly flashy for his taste, but she had been too focused on making it pretty and was short on time to repaint something more austere.

Blade raised an eyebrow ever so slightly. "You didn't need to," he said, yet she could've sworn his face softened as his eyes traced the designs on the paper.

Kyrah smiled having anticipated he'd say something along those lines. "I'm aware. But I wanted to and thought you might enjoy it."

He looked up from the gift to meet her eyes. "Did you paint this?" Of course he remembered she painted. While in The Reach he'd fussed at her plenty to not paint outside. He trusted her judgment enough to promote her to Captain after a month, yet the cold was somehow too much. He made absolutely no sense.

"Yes," she said in a light tone.

"It's nice." Did Blade's compliment make her feel happy in a way it probably shouldn't? Yes. But she'd take that to her grave before admitting it to anyone.

"Thank you, though I hope you like what's inside more."

Blade's eyes went back to the present he held delicately. She ignored the strange little feeling in her chest when he untied the ribbon and slipped it into a pocket before carefully unfolding the paper. Underneath was a small book of poetry. "You remembered, thank you."

An unusual wave of nerves washed over Kyrahlise. What if he'd read this collection before and hated it? Well, there was no use worrying about it now that the book was in his hands. "Yes, by one of my favorite contemporary poets. Are you familiar with her work?"

"I'm not."

Her smile was tinted with relief. "I hope you find her poetry to your taste."

There was a upward tilt to his lips as he nodded. Kyrah gathered he was thanking her again, but reading his subtle expressions was like cracking a code.

Not that she needed to decipher anything to understand Blade's kindness. He'd always been considerate and respectful towards her. A sharp contrast to how many Norms treated her after she left the Circle. Like when he'd been livid because of what happened in that damned cave, it had filled her with so much warmth. She'd almost forgotten what it was like to have anyone care about her well-being. It was the catalyst for certain feelings towards him being stirred up. Feelings she accepted existed then politely ignored.

Though a recent incident in his room made her question if Blade was really as indifferent to her as he so often appeared.

When Kyrahlise glanced back up at Blade, his eyes were so gentle as they met hers it brought an instinctive smile to her lips. The first time he looked at her like that was when she learned black was the warmest color of all. The way his gaze slowly traced over her face almost felt like a sweet caress that seemed to stop briefly at her lips. But she was likely imagining things again.

A slight frown passed over his face as his free hand twitched, then clenched against his side. He looked at her another moment, gave a hint of a nod and another quick 'thank you' before turning and walking away. When he was out of earshot she sighed. Maybe one day she'd figure out what was really going on inside that inscrutable head of his.

[cannibalcreepers]

That's understandable, I mostly put s/o as an outsider cause they're more a selfinsert for the reader (why i stay away from descriptions and pronouns unless requested lol) So a cannibal hunter would be more an oc. But, lets say they came across another one of them, would definitely be something >w> --------------

The three cannibal brothers had never really come across other people that were like them or their family, all they knew were each other and their other brother and sister a bit further away with their children, along with the brothers father, but outside their family? Never. So the shock all three had when they found someone like them was definitely something. They had spotted the lone woman when driving through their home path, walking alone in the forest with a bow and bundle of arrows over one shoulder and a grubby bag over the other. They couldn't see much about her other than she was a bit taller than most outsider women they would hunt, she seemed a bit unkept but that could be simply from being lost. It was time for a hunt, the three couldn't say no to an easy meal like this. So they stopped the truck and jumped out to begin the stalking. At first they actually lost the woman, unlike most that would have some sort of clean or flowery scent, this one had nothing, there was nothing but the smell of dirt and earth, as well as no strands of clothing or hair as though she knew how to walk through a forest without any of the branches grabbing at her. But the youngest, Three-Fingers, having to climb up one of the tall trees to get a better view spotted the top of her dark hair and whistled like a bird to get the attention of his brothers. To his surprise, the lady had stopped walking and was looking around, did he not make a convincing bird whistle? Or was her behavior unrelated and she just heard something else? Either way he took a mental note and made his way down to his brother to continue the hunt. It didn't take long for them to catch up, they knew this mountain well and knew how to get through it quickly to capture their prey. Now they were at a closer distance they could see what this stranger looked like properly and this was when surprise finally hit them the most. The woman looked like she could possibly be related to them and it actually started making them second guess their family tree for a second. She was wearing oversized loose overalls that looked to be more for a man and a lightly blood splattered floral button up. Now seeing the raggedy bag she was carrying, it looked to be a bit soaked and the boys could smell the copper blood from where they were, her hair was very tangled and wiry, only shoulder length and having poorly cut bangs as though copying pictures she had seen of other women. A scar on the left side of her lip pulling up skin to be in a forever half-sneer, a few blemishes on her neck to her right ear that looked like she had a large bumpy birthmark and what looked to be her right index formed into her thumb, an odd mutated birth defect possibly, which just meant she had nine fingers all up. She still hadn't become aware she was no longer alone, or if she did the lady was definitely not showing she knew. The three boys looked to each other, a few chittering and grunts, communicating between each other on if they should approach or continue following to see if there were more people just like her.

They agreed, or Saw-Tooth and Three-Fingers agreed, that they would follow with One-Eye just happy to do whatever, seeing such a pretty thing he definitely wanted to get close to her. So followed they did, each one of the men were excited, even Saw-Tooth if he didn't show it and glowered at how noisily giggly the youngest was being. The stranger was traveling for quite a while in the mountains, but the brothers noticed how closer to their other siblings they were than their own home and it was starting to make them wonder if this woman was some secret child to them possibly? But she seemed much older than Brother and Sister, this idea went away as she started to go down a rocky path that faced away from their other siblings home. It was late in the afternoon when they saw she was approaching a lone hut by a rocky river, close to a waterfall, hidden by the rocks and trees. She definitely didn't know she was being followed and seemed to be alone which was a mix of disappointment and excitement, disappointed in the fact that there wasn't going to be more possible families like them but exciting that there wasn't going to be any possible dangerous interactions that could end up with the boys getting in trouble, but they knew they still had to be careful if this woman was like them, it could mean she was just as vicious and dangerous. They waited from afar for a little while, watching the entrance of the lone hut. It would be Three-Fingers to approach first, he was the fasted of the three in case things went south, the other two watching from afar by the river, they wanted the woman to see all of them for different reasons, one being that she was not being ambushed and the other that she was outnumbered incase she decided to attack.

The smallest brother leered by the window, trying to peer through the ratty curtains and sheets but seeing nothing but darkness, he stepped up close to the door and reached to open it when it slammed forward, almost smacking his pointy nose and there she was, eyes staring at the scrawny cannibal, a frown on her lips as she grumbled a "What?"

For once the gremlin man had his tongue caught, he was only slightly taller than her, barely an few inches and it surprised him even more that she could form words, unlike his siblings with Pa being an exception of being able to say a few words, no one else really spoke. He gestured to himself and then his two older brothers watching from the river, before gesturing to her, chittering and grunting slightly as his way of asking 'Are you one of us?' The woman looked at him with discomfort, then peered over to the two brothers and back at him. She didn't entirely understand, but this wasn't the first time she had been around non-verbal mutants, but it had been a long time since she'd been with any due to past situations. She knew who these men were, who their whole family were, not personally but she had seen them from time to time, them and that old man who she guessed was either their father or grandfather, maybe even uncle, to be honest she didn't care and did her best to avoid them as they seemed violent and aggressive. Had she had her own family then she'd be more than happy to approach them, but the fact they followed and approached her changed things, what was she supposed to do now. "I'm...." She looked back at the pointy nosed cannibal "Cheb. Not your family, other family on mountain, far side. But gone" She motioned, pointing west, which Three-Fingers looked towards, so there were others, but now they're gone, a shame really. He turned to gesture his two brothers over, to the displeasure of Cheb, she made a bit of an annoyed look and quickly added "Stay out here. Will make food" That got a grin and pleased chuckle from the scrawny man, food always sounded good. Once the other two brothers came over, they waited outside by the door until she returned with two chairs, guessing what she was planning Saw-Tooth grabbed both and placed them by what he assumed was the fire pit close to the rocky river. He would help this woman with each chair she brought out, Cheb motioning the men to sit as she started the fire and went back inside for the meat, not wanting to feel like he was being unhelpful One-Eye quickly shuffled to grab some dry sticks and logs to keep the fire going while Three-Fingers stacked some extras nearby. Finally when the boys sat, waiting for Cheb to return, they were looking around wondering how they had never seen her before until today, how they had never found this hut before, neither them or their other two siblings and their children had ever known she existed, she did well in keeping herself hidden. One-Eye was not thinking this though, instead he was thinking how pretty and nice she was to feed them and couldn't wait to see what they were going to eat. To his joy, it was a perfectly cut arm and leg strapped to their own metal beams, Cheb put the two pieces of human meat over the fire and created a spit, handing each man their own plate with a sharp knife and fork, not saying a word but there was a small amused smile as though a funny memory graced her mind. It was awkwardly quiet, she didn't know what to say and the brothers couldn't say anything other than stare, each one looking at her with curiosity and interest. As a way to rid of the silence, the eldest Saw-Tooth grunted loudly to get her attention and pointed to her and then the meat on the spit, his way of asking where she got it. She smiled a little, her scarred side lip lifting to show damaged teeth, telling her story about how she hunted and killed the person they were now eating. This was the start of something new for them all, either an alliance, friendship or possible romance was a considerable chance in the future with how smitten One-Eye was becoming from each word that came from this woman's mouth, Saw-Tooth and Three-Fingers would take an extra few days or even weeks but a desire would grow towards her. For Cheb, she didn't know it then but she was with her future family that would always be by her side.

[solivagantshenanigans]

TBHK SPOILERS Chapter 120 (ykno incase) short writing practice of Teru's POV

I like how Teru's eyes are so wide in this moment. Normally he has this shoujo scrunch up eyes, like a prince. But now, he had dropped everything he put in his act, too focused to see the truth in that well, too focused that it's like he forgot to blink.

He wouldn't want to blink though, cause he's scared he might lose everything (and not just his brother), might even lose himself if he close his eyes for even a second.

...

Or maybe he's trying to prevent himself to cry? Maybe if he let himself feel the burn from keeping his eyes open for so long, it'd be better than letting himself shed a tear, yeah?

[delta-pavonis]

OKAY. OKAY.

HEAR ME OUT.

Hellknight!Hob wearing this. Chest hair and tiddies out, full happy trail, all of it...

Of course, I think about that, and that inspires a ficlet. And then that ficlet turns dark. So... *shrug* *shoves new baby out in the world*

Rated T

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The first time Hob sees Dream is when the latter has the audacity to enter the Morningstar's realm. He watches as the Dream King intimidates Squatterbloat into bringing him to the Palace. The demon is stupid and gullible, easily swayed, and Hob has a mind to bury his morningstar in the moron's fleshy head, but he would rather observe the visitor and his raven from the shadows.

Hob trails them, the straps of his armor expanding and morphing to cover his body with the mottled charcoals and midnights that are the palette of Hell. Squatterbloat leads the King in a circuitous route to their destination, passing a cell whose occupant not only commands the attention of the sovereign of the Dreaming, but whose pleading pains him. Curious.

He follows the pair of black figures beyond their guided tour, all the way into Lucifer's Hall, sliding unnoticed through the crack in the main doors. Hob is good at his job. He hadn't been successful at being a bandit and cutthroat in life for nothing.

Hob takes a place in the long shadows of one of the pillars and observes.

Apparently the Lord of Dreams and Nightmares is here in Hell to retrieve his helm, one of his important symbols of office. And of course it is some overly ripe idiot like Choronzon who has it. Sometimes Hob just wants to kill them all and promote new individuals to the positions of power, sometimes the house can't be cleaned, it needs to be razed and rebuilt.

But what is truly awe-inspiring is watching the battle between Dream and the Morningstar themself. The Dream King wins, although not handily. It makes the victory even more impressive. Hope. Of fucking course. Hob is quite sure that he has never seen the Lord of Hell so visibly angry in all his 600 plus years in the underworld.

Helm secured and confidence restored, the Lord of the Dreaming is proud and... well, he is incredibly beautiful. He is sharp angles in soft greys and blacks, luminous white skin draped in flowing ink, spikes of hair wafting against gravity.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Hob follows Lord Morpheus and his raven back outside. They walk slowly through the barren, twisted landscape, calculated and careful. Imperious.

Hunger ripples down Hob's spine. He wants.

The Lord stops, body going more still than death. "I am here in my official capacity as King of Dreams and Nightmares. You have followed me for long enough. Show yourself, fiend."

The Dream King's voice is so much deeper and darker than Hob expected and now it is directed at him and it goes directly to his cock. He decides to drop any pretense all at once.

Hob has no shame as he steps out from hiding, the shadow-plates sliding back and leaving him in what really amounts to a series of leather straps and a loincloth, buckled to accentuate the triangle of his torso and the strength in his chest, with sleeves from biceps to palms. The Knights of Hell need no metal protection - they shield themselves in darkness and guile - and so Lucifer Morningstar gives them intangible weapons: the ability to inspire lust and envy as much as wrath. He drops his physical weapon and holds his hands out to his sides.

"Dream King," Hob inclines his head. "I am not here to harm, nor am I here at the behest of my Lord, the Lightbringer." He meets the King's piercing blue eyes and has to grit his teeth to hold in a gasp at how sharply they cut into his breast.

That look trails from Hob's head to his toes slowly, then back up. Judging. Assessing. "So why do you dog my steps, Hellknight?"

He shrugs and takes a step forward. There is no reason for Hob to not be bold. He has long been dead. He has been a resident of Hell and served the Devil themself, has lived that fate worse than death, for almost seven centuries. He has, quite literally, nothing to lose.

So Hob nudges a the magic at his disposal into the cant of his hips, the tilt of his head, the purse of his lips. He lowers his eyelids and takes another step towards the luminous being of black and white before him. "I merely wish to look my fill before I can no longer."

"Bossss..." The raven flies a nervously tight circle above them. He is summarily ignored.

"You wish to more than look, Hellknight, for I can taste your dreams." The Lord of Nightmares snarls as he takes multiple steps to get into Hob's personal space. "You dare-"

Hob laughs loud enough to interrupt him and those ice shards widen in shock. "Oh, yes. I dare." He steps up once more and now their faces are within inches of each other. "How do you think the Morningstar trains their knights? Do you think there is anything you could do to me that would be worse than 700 years of this?"

The resonant chuckle that curls across Hob's skin should probably worry him, but he cannot muster such sense when he is watching the pupils of the Dream King's eyes bleed black outwards, eclipsing his eyes entirely, and wholly captivating Hob. "Lucifer Morningstar's sins often get in the way of their... creativity."

A pale hand shoots towards him and Hob braces for impact, for pain.

He gets nothing of the sort.

Fingers that are the coolness of a lake in summer skate with hedonistic gentleness across Hob's cheek. The palm cups Hob's jaw sweetly. Honeyed breath caresses Hobs lips before they are pressed together. Then he is being kissed with the fondness and warmth of a dear lover.

And that is when Hob realizes that he has vastly miscalculated.

Against his better judgement, Hob is lost to the tide of it. The softest touch of tongues morphs into lazy familiar licks, mapping Hob's mouth as if to memorize, immortalize.

The King of Dreams pulls away and Hob is left panting and hazy.

"I touch you, I kiss you, as I would a lover, as I would my beloved." The King whispers it like a benediction. Hob gasps at the horror that settles into the marrow of his bones. "And never will you feel it again."

And then he is gone.

Hob watches, frozen, as each stride the King takes covers miles. It is only when they have disappeared over the horizon, both Lord and Raven, that Hob realizes tears are streaming down his face.

[lilacthebooklover]

fallen hero headcanons & theorising my beloved

[twistpixel]

regarding the difference in jason's actions towards two-face when he learns of willis's murder vs. his desire for bruce to have avenged his own death: rather than a change in morals or caring more abt bruce than willis this case shows jason's own hypocrisy. jason forgives and pities harvey bc hes a deeply empathetic person. i personally think that contrary to what he may say if bruce had died in jason's place, jason would've reacted very similarly to how he did in willis's case. after his resurrection jason latches on to the specifics of joker's continued existence, but inwardly what he's really feeling is a deep sense of his own worthlessness. he sees that bruce has moved on as though nothing happened, as though he never mattered; this triggers a deep sense of insecurity in him because he cannot so easily move on. he's stuck in the moment of his death, 15, waiting for someone to prove to him that they love him as much as he loves them. this discrepancy he feels between himself and bruce leaves him unbearably vulnerable. to assuage his own humiliation and feelings of inferiority he fixes on a problem which rapidly becomes black and white before his eyes: heres what bruce should have done if he actually loved me. id have done the same had it been him. however, as with almost anything jason says or thinks after his resurrection you have to ask yourself is he really being truthful to himself, consciously or unconsciously? when jason encounters earth-51's batman in countdown who did kill joker in response to jay's death, he seems instinctively to find this version of bruce lesser. he says to him 'we're both dead "batman." any fool could see you've been dead inside for years.' jason can't reconcile the caring person he had known with someone who would have become what that bruce did.

i think the reality of the situation is that jason would likely have reacted badly even (or perhaps especially) if bruce had killed the joker because the situation is just so fucked. bruce can't react in any way that jason isn't able to twist inwards into self-loathing. jason is simply unable to admit to himself that what he really wants is not for bruce to have killed the joker, but for his life, his death, his tenure as robin, to have been meaningful; for bruce to have unconditionally loved him as jason loved him in turn; for bruce to continue to love him, in fact to continue to need jason; more than anything though--he wishes he hadn't died, because ultimately he wishes desperately for things to be as they were -- but neither of them can ever go back to being those people.

... the tldr jason thought process is essentially -> bruce doesnt love me bruce never cared about me at all or not in any way that mattered i loved him wholly i would have done anything for him i would have died for him i would have killed for him. but LOL he would not have done that!

I love that you brought up earth 51 Batman because i think about him a lot and I think I’ve said it before how they’re both just hanging out with shuffling corpses BUT ☝️ I would attribute Jason calling this Bruce dead more to how he keeps calling Jason “Jason” and ignoring and not addressing Jason’s attempts to distinguish himself from dead-Jason. I think it’s very palpable to Jason the uncanny valley and horror of the situation because when Jason talks about dead-Jason bruce says “you” for both of them. And yet in the end bruce dives in to help when that Bruce is in trouble even tho he’s sooooo doomed. (Funny as hell for Donna and Kyle to just give Jason space to do that like in context it’s a sad moment but “we’ll just be over here”. )

I do think Jason has hypocrisy ngl but I will also but you here- I think it’s what you’re saying about the desire for proof of love but also with a combo of a change in morals. The difference could lie quality of the bad guy. I mean we get that out of Jason’s mouth, “I’m not taking about X Y and Z” but you’re right that you know, we can’t always take Jason’s word for it. But the other half of that line “doing it because he took me away from you” I think Jason thinks killing people is okay. It’s how the world works to him.

Tbh preface that I don’t think modern Jason feels this way about Bruce anymore, but the joker thing specifically was UtH Jason feeling Bruce was living in naïveté and that Jason’s death would be the thing that took him by the shoulders and forced him to confront that it’s okay to kill people sometimes. It wasn’t, because I don’t think anything is, although I see people saying he would if it were a different character and I get a little :(

Thanks for the ask, sorry I only talked about where I disagreed with you

[stray-crow]

Gotham Knights Snickerdoodle Recipe

aka Gotham Doodles to me, and a lovely way to cope

Ingredients:

1 cup soft shortening (unsalted butter will do in a pinch)

1 ½ cup sugar

2 eggs

2 ¾ cups flour

2 teaspoons cream of tartar (it's what makes a snickerdoodle a snickerdoodle)

1 teaspoon baking soda

1 ½ teaspoon salt

2 tablespoons sugar

2 tablespoons cinnamon

Steps:

Mix together shortening, sugar, and eggs

Sift flour, cream of tartar, baking soda, salt and stir in bits of dry into wet at a time!

(start preheat to 400 degrees)

roll into balls the size of walnuts

roll in mixture of sugar & cinnamon (the tablespoon stuff)

Place 2 inches apart on ungreased cookie sheet

Bake 400 degrees for 8-10 minutes (9 minutes is pretty great)

Courtesy of Jason Todd to Dick Grayson (with additions from Milo), email from Gotham Knights game (2022)

[monaetheworldsdestroyer]

*drops this at your feet like a cat with a dead mouse* been chewing on Charles' childhood trauma again. here you go