#and Hermes and I spoke alot for a bit

[eightofpentakles]

bless Lady Hestia for being the one to steer me away from that does me no good <3 she will always be there bless her

[cranberryjuice-posts]

a Clarisse la rue x reader where the reader is blind? it seems good? I just like your writing so I accept any plot you make on top of it

YIPEE‼️‼️

Love is driving me a bit insane

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Child of Aphrodite! Blind! Reader

An - You not the shit bitch You not even the fart‼️‼️‼️

Clarisse knew she had liked you more than a friend since the first time you Met. Ok sure she’ll admit at first she though you were weak for the simple fact you were blind- normally you wore a pair of feminine Prada sunglasses which complimented your skin tone and hair unnaturally well, aswell as adding a sense of beauty to your appearance. which was why it wasn’t a shock when you were claimed my Aphrodite.

Your cabin had been placed on her team for capture the flag. Clarisse at first was annoyed with this since she didn’t know where to place you however after you proved your strengths with your siren like charm speak she fell in love. That and the fact silenas constant battering for her to admit her feelings may or may not of helped

—

Since then clarisse had made it her mission to be around you as much as she could. You enjoyed the attention of the daughter of ares which ended with you two becoming close.

You noticed Alot of things, like how you noticed how strong the bond-fire was in-front of you.. You also noticed when you were close to clarisse, how fidgety she got it was especially noticeable how quiet she got.. you found it cute.

You faced towards clarisse reaching your hand out to grab her arm. The daughter of ares jumped. “Yes what do you need” she almost to quickly responded. You gave a small laugh. “I want some water, if you don’t mind” you flirted.

Clarisse immediately  stood up running off to get you a drink. You laughed to yourself as you heard her yell at different kids stressing about something simple like a water.

People thought they were sly and you were dumb, that just because you couldn’t see somehow that also meant you couldn’t hear.

“She’s a freak i mean have you seen her charm speak— it’s like a monster”

“I bet clarisse just hangs out with her out of pitty”

“Oh definitely she probably only wears those sunglasses because she has ugly eyes, I wonder why Aphrodite even claimed her”

“I know i wouldn’t of”

You gripped your walking stick with anger trying to calm down. “Ok I found a Fiji water from one of your sisters but I also have sparkling thanks to the Hermes cabin and oh! There’s also a—“

“I want to go back to my cabin” You harshly spoke trying to keep the tears at bay. Clarisse set the waters down before crouching infront of you, she touched you knee softly rubbing it. You could feel her harsh stare trying to figure out what was wrong. “Now please” You whispered.

“Yeah.. Yeah ok” she responded.. once back at the cabin you found your way to a bed you assumed was yours before lying down. You hated how people assumed shit about you just because you were blind, at least try to be creative about the insults.

———

The following day went as planned. You went to the straw berry feilds and picked some of the fruit, read some with a few brail books gifted to you by Chiron and walking around camp enjoying yourself.

Clarisse soon found you sitting on a bench laughing with your sister silena. The brighter girl looked over and mouthed a ‘ask her out’ to clarisse. She laughed at the girls embarrassed reaction before leaving.

“Silena?” You asked while tapping your index on the table an old nervous habit.

“No no it’s me” clarisse spoke up, she was flustered in the fact that silena had dipped on you two. You smiled once you realized who it was. “It’s my favorite daughter of ares huh”

“Oh you have favorites now?”

“Yeah but make-sure not to tell anyone else” you chuckled with the other girl.

Clasisse noticed immediately, the way your shoulders hanged and the sense of insecurity in your voice. “You ok?” She asked leaning over on the table while gently touching your hand.

You dismissed her by nodding. “Yeah im Fine don’t worry about it”

the daughter of ares however didn’t buy it. “Liar”

“Narcissistic”

Your little back and forth game was one you both enjoyed.. you sighed and took off your glasses allowing clarisse to see your rare eyes, they shined like pearls in the sunlight. “Some girls I heard.. they were saying some uh fucked ip shit about me” You started while fiddling with your hands. “But uh they said that you only hangout with me out of pity..Is that true”

While you would of never knew you had made eyecontact with the woman infront of you. Clarisse grabbed your hands unexpectedly which made you jump slightly.

“Your a fucking dumbass if you think that’s true” she scoffed, Clarisse brought your hand to her lips before softly kissing your knuckles. “Everytime I talk to you it’s like Cupid is messing with me, you should of told me what those girls were saying and I would of defended you”

You had to take a minute before softly laughing with a flustered face. “Clarisse? Are you confessing to me right now”

Clarisse reached forward tucking a stray of your hair away “I guess I am” she mumbled.

“Guess I should to hm?”

You trailed your hands from the girls palms up her arms and to her shoulders, you placed your arms around her neck before leaning in to kiss her.

Clarisse while shocked kissed back, she was embarrassed as being new to the whole love thing — her kissing skills being evident of that.

Once you two had eventually pulled away but kept your faces close you were able to finally hear silena who was now cheering in the background.. and was that Charlie.

“OH my gods silena!” Clarisse yelled.

“Really?” You questioned sarcastically. Your sister from what you could tell just continued to laugh.

You faced back to clarisse and shook your head. “Just ignore her” You softly spoke before kissing her again

Feminism‼️‼️

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

Could you do one where reader is the sister of zeus hades Poseidon she alot like her father crounusgold eyes black hair controls time and stuff so her brothers tend to try to not make her mad anyway her and buddha have been together for a few years before ragnark she ends up sideing with the Valkyrie straight away with pisses her brothers off and she thought buddha to till he also joins her and thr Valkyrie side

of course i do it sweetie <;3 i changed up the happening a little bit but i hope you don't mind and enjoy it nevertheless uwu

— after the day of the decision of ragnarok, you sat tiredly in the chair before your mirror, softly brushing your hair. arguing with your older brothers and all the other gods like your godchildren like hermes, ares and aphrodite, and others like shiva or odin, you tried to calm yourself down. killing all the mortals was the thing you find absolutely unnecessarily; why did we create them if we want now to destroy them?, was your main question. your brothers tried to taim you and tell you why you were wrong, why your concern was pointless, but it only helped to build the anger in you.

— it was a common problem; keeping your anger and emotions between lines. when you were around 560 years old, and your brother, poseidon killed your others brother adamas, who was just too caught up in his emotions about zeus and the whole ruling-thing, you went to poseidon and almost killed him by the timeless-torturing technique, your most powerful and excruciating attack. it was so serious that your father, cronos locked you away from the valhalla, locking to the lowest cell of helheim, into a prison where your affinitions and powers were taken away from you. after hades spoke on your behalf, you were let out after 200 years.

— to collect a little sense after your "anger-issue" (this is how your brothers named your feral actions), you were sent down to the earth as a punishment. wandering between mortals, starving and thinking about your life got you almost killed, but there was a man who saved you.

— "why do you want to die when you have such amazing possibilities in life? why angering yourself when from anger, it only comes war and distress?" these were the questions from gautama, who helped you up from your miserable state, out from the dirt, brushing the soil from your hair. when you really believed in that he's not a spy from your brothers, your trusted him with talking about the whole ordeal of your life. gautama helped you to taim your anger, to thinkg with a calm mind even when your nerves were boiling. above your heads, in the valhalla, cronos saw this, and seeing you in a much healthier statament, he offered you to take a seat between the tewelve gods of olympus again. you only accepted the offer if gautama, alias buddha could come with you too.

— this is how buddha became the main god of the buddhism, and after a couple of hundred years, the two of you secretly became husband and wife. only hermes knew this, you made him promise that he won't tell to anybody — and exceptionally, he kept his words.

— touching the mirror, your saw your own expression —pupils dilated, matching the gold of the frames of your mirror, but the longer you stared at yourself and the more you tried to take long, calming breaths, the longer and wider the creaks on the mirror and the walls of your room became. running up to the ceiling, the cracks widened to the point were you could destroy the whole palace with a blow.

— when he entered the room, buddha saw your rigid frame, the dark flows around hour mind, your labored breathing in and out, and mainly, the large scracthes on the walls. of course he knew the cause of your anger building up after hundreds of years. your brothers were real assholes, he thought, but without saying a word, he just walked closer to you, what you didn't seem to recognize.

— two large, warm arms curling around you made you realize that you were caught up in your emotions again. taking your hand away from the flowing surface, you noticed that your hand was bleeding. soft curls of white hair fondled on your shoulders and neck, the warmness and ease that gushed from your husband helped you to compose yourself.

— "i'm so sorry, i'm just... this whole thing is so useless..." you babbled. instead of answering, buddha lifted you up, sat into your place and pulled you into his lap.

— "i know." he stroked down on your slim form, warming up with his touch your body and cooling it down your soul with his. like a light bulb lighting up, you knew what you gonna do.

— "i'm gonna sign up for a fight on the side of the mankind."

— "i know". you knew he feared for you, you were strong but your emotions could take the lead of your loss. and he loved you, more than anybody else in the whole universe, probably the only deity who he loved. lifting your arm up, stroking it, kissing on your shoulder, he saw the red blood trickling down on your wrists and arm. for a secundum, sorrow filled his soul at the sight: your precious form were harassed by only your thoughts, because of your family. what kind of family do a thing like that? when it all ends, he's gonna be your only family, telling everybody that you and him were wife and husband, taking you to nirvana, where nobody could cause you anger issues and self-harms like these.

— "i'm gonna kill and defeat any god to prove to my brothers and all the other idiots that they're wrong." you whispered into his hair. kissing your bleeding hand, it healed in seconds, but buddha didn't let it go. he liked as you crawled around him, seeking calmness from his soul.

— "i know." and he was never more assured about his decisions.

[fat-slobby-jojo-girls]

Thanks to the weird timey wimey stuff that is seemingly affecting Morioh. Atroe, the woman who’s corpse Foo took over to have a body. Is back to the realm of the living.

Whilst Foo is a massive watery blob of a girl, essentially being a bouncy castle sized water bee. Atroe is only chubby with her intending on getting bigger but having a rather small appetite compared to most of the slobs in the town.

"Wh-where am I? Is... is this heaven? What happened to the bracelet... where is Hermes and the others?" Atroe gasped clutching her chest. The last thing she remembered was her bracelet about to explode! Then everything went black. But now she was in a field next to a tower? Things just felt so strange and bizarre.

"Pardon me Foo is it? Are you looking for Joly- Wait... you're not her." A strange man said walking out from behind one of the massive metal struts. "Your voice is different, and you don't have that look in your eyes... Who are you?" Mikitaka inquired curious to find out just who this mysterious woman was. She looked at him a moment flinching away from him and stepping a few steps backwards.

"My name is Atroe... I-I don't know where I am! I was in Florida in a swamp... now I'm here!" Atroe said explaining her plight sounding like she was on the verge of tears. "Everything was dark! And I couldn't hear anything until I woke up on the ground!" She said looking at him with a set of eyes that looked like a dear lost in the glow of headlights. She looked confused and beyond terrified.

Above them a cabel dropped down startling Atroe. From it a man wearing a bizarre outfit and had descended down hanging from the wire.

"Yo Mikitaka, who's this? Another tourist? Tell her we're not doing pictures right now. I still have to tend to the garden." Toyohiro said eyeing the new arrival carefully just in case she was a stand user. She was small and had a bit of a pudgy frame. She was kind of cute though he was overly cautious by nature and wasn't exactly trusting.

Mikitaka spoke up turning to face the owner of the tower with a smile. "She needs help, I'm going to take her to see some of my friends. They'll be able to help her." Mikitaka explained seemingly giving a satisfying enough answer as Toyohiro simply nodded and began raising himself back up the tower.

"You're going to help me? Wh-why? I'm a stranger and... and I'm a... I'm not exactly a Saint okay? What do you get out of helping me? I don't have any money!" Atroe said expecting him to want something in return and a part of her cringed at what he might ask...

"I don't want money, I just want to help. You remind me of someone I know, and I've always had others helping me out of trouble... My friends have alot of connections I'm certain they'll be able to help you." The long haired man explained extending his hand to Atroe. She paused a moment before a faint smile spread across her face for the first time in ages. She took his hand... it was warm, she felt like she could trust him. Though as they began to walk away from the tower Mikitaka leaned in close to her ear.

"Don't tell anyone... but I'm actually an alien! Now let's go find my friend they can help you get home!" Mikitaka said smiling as Atroe was left stunned by the request. With thst he guided her through the tall grass and towards Morioh.

To be continued 》.....

[vagevuur-writing]

The Strange and the Undead

Another thing I wrote for the InkChat. It was an impulse write though. Made it up as I went.

The backstory of my Inkdrian Styx.

There’s a mention of Death and also we focus on a corpse for like 2 seconds. It’s not graphic but it’s there.

The small whaling vessel hesitantly made it's way through the murky waters, most of its crew in a constant state of fright and awareness. They usually didn't enter these waters. People disappeared here.

This time was different though, one of the fishermen remarked to himself, as he glanced at the prow of the boat. A mysterious figure clad in a cloak that hid everything stared out solemnly to the ocean ahead. They had paid handsomely for the fishermen to transport them here.

They didn't like their mother. Even as a child, they had known she was up to no good, and they did not want to partake in whatever foul thing it was she needed them for.

At day, the pair stayed in a cave, where mother would teach them small things, like how to control the substance their bodies were made of. At night, they traveled. They did not know where their mother was taking them, and they didn't want to find out.

One night, when their mother was scouting the area to see if there was anyone around, they ran. They ran so far. Behind them they heard their mother shouting for them, but already their legs were far longer than hers, and eventually they lost her. It was like taking a breath of fresh air. They were free.

They quickly came upon a small village, and although at first the people found them scary, with their white hair and silver skin and exposed bones, they eventually warmed up to them. They found a home.

"Did ya see their face?" One fisherman asked another, who shook his head.

"Not even an inch of exposed skin anywhere." He scratched his neck nervously, then turned around quickly as if he had felt someone staring. Seeing no one, he hesitantly turned back to his mate. "Do you have any idea why they might want to go there?"

Now it was to the first fisherman to shake his head, "Not a clue. But I'm tellin' ya, if we don't find anything in the next half hour, I'm going to vouch to the capt'n to turn this ship around." He shivered, "This place gives me the heebie-jeebies."

Within a year, everyone was dead. Everyone except them.

It had started small. A rice field had flooded here, a herd of sheep had been slaughtered by wolves there. Fish began to leave the waters, causing fisherman to have to go out further to catch just a little bit.

It didn't stay small for very long. A child was hospitalized, bearing the symptoms of a strange and unknown sickness. And then another. And then an elder. More and more people began showing signs of this sickness. People began dying.

The first big harvest of the season failed, and then the second. People grew hungry. More people became sick. The small infirmary couldn't hold all of them anymore, and they had to house them in the small temple up the hill instead. The priest spoke a blessing, and then another, in the hope their god would not be angered by this sacrilege.

The temple and the surrounding woods burned down, along with all the patients housed there, and the only doctor for miles.

By this time people had already turned their accusations to the newcomer, and they were outcast once more. But they didn't leave. They couldn't. These were their friends! Their family!

A shout was heard from starboard, and one of the men was frantically pointing at the waters. Beneath the waves, down below in the depths, shone millions of bright lights, and, if you inspected closer, a vague shadow.

The stranger had noticed it too, and was now staring down into the waters instead of ahead. Their face was hidden, but they didn't seem scared in the slightest.

Even when everyone was dead, from either the fire, the famine or the plague, they didn't leave. For days they sat in the town square, unmoving. A few feet from them lay a girl who had collapsed there of hunger and never stood up again.

They had like her alot. They had even hoped that, when they were both older, they might start a family together. But now it would never happen. They could hardly even look at her sickly green and rotting face.

"Well well", a sudden, familiar voice spoke from behind them. "And here I thought you couldn't do that."

They shot up. Behind them stood their mother, who seemed awfully satisfied for someone who just came upon a ghost town where it's former inhabitants still littered the streets.

"Maybe that means I must be immune to it" She appeared to be talking more to herself than to them "I mean, I have seen your father too, and still I feel like Hermes himself blessed me with the health of a god."

"What are you doing here!?" They were almost shaking from a sudden, seething anger, "Did you do this!?"

She finally looked at them "What? Me? Dear no! I could only wish." She placed a hand on their shoulder, a motherly gesture that disgusted them beyond reason. They could see her craning her neck to look up at her child, who was so much taller than she was. "No dear. You did this", she said with a smile and a sparkle in her eyes, as if that was the greatest news in the world.

The world started spinning around them as her words sank in. They rolled up a small as they possibly could, right next to the girl they loved.

The girl they killed.

The vague shadow became a clear, dark, presence that now swam in front of their ship. Strange and colorful glowing birds shout out from the water around it and swarmed the crew, causing the boat to come to a slow but shocking halt in front of the shadow that kept becoming bigger and darker, and the water became wilder as something emerged from the deep.

The first thing that broke the water's surface was a skull, at least twice the size of the tiny boat, with a sickly green gas coming from the breathing hole on top of it. As it rose towards great heights, a ribcage of similar proportions followed, attached to it two arms, with which it leaned on the seafloor. The strange birds flew around the creature's head and nested in its ribcage, and around it in the waters swum fish of similar colorful eeriness.

Its sockets contained no eyes, but yet it seemed to be staring straight through every man on the ship, reading their every desire and fear. The crew wasted no time trying to get away from the monster, but on a tiny boat in a deep ocean, there weren't many places to hide.

And although it had no proper mouth, still it brought over a clear message, like a feeling, a vibration in the air.

"Who dares wake me from my slumber?"

The mysterious figure at the prow moved up a hand and grasped the edge of their hood, and, after a little hesitation, flipped it off, revealing silver skin and hair colored three shades of sickly green that hovered around their head as if they were underwater. They opened their mouth, and, with a voice that seemed too old and raspy for someone of their apparent age they said;

"I dare. Father."