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Hi, Tsari! I am quite new to the Trials of Apollo fandom and new to the whole Percy Jackson Universe in general. I have already read some of your fics and they are all so beautifully written with the perfect wording and eloquence. All those heart-warming scenes that totally could fit in the actual books always warm my heart. Thank you.

I have a question though. Sorry if you've already answered something similar.

So, I'm thinking a lot about that scene where Apollo admits he forgot Yan, Gracie and Jerry's existence and I think that's only because of the whole mortal brain is so weak thing. He cares about his children even before they would arrive at Camp. As the God of Knowledge, he must remember everything especially people he loves. So, do you think would he feel embarrassment or guilt after ascending into Godhood again?

I think he would definitely apologize to them and basically re-introduce himself and would tell them he loves them no matter what happens and he is so proud of them how they handled themselves at Nero's tower. I just imagine a cute scene with lots of tears from the kids as well as from him. Also, first his kids would be definitely worried why a powerful God would want to talk to them. They don't know Apollo yet and Will or any other of their older siblings one day would just nonchalantly drop the bomb that they should go to the cabin bc Apollo is waiting for them to talk about something. They would definitely be terrified even if they got some stories about how Apollo is a chill, lay back father. But knowing something and experiencing something is two different things.

Oh, the angst, can you imagine? Poor Apollo is already on the edge blaming himself for his stupid mistake thinking he would never be able to repair their relationship and the first thing he notices that his kids are afraid of him. And then throughout the scene everything resolves and the kids understand that they are allowed and encouraged to express their real feelings and opinions even if that is not so flattening or respectful towards their father. And now they know what their older siblings mean when they say their father is different from the other Gods. So, happy end. Sorry for the long ask.

So, the actual ask is that do you think would he apologize and if yes, how would he do?

I don't know I just love that 3 new kids and there are so little stories about them. I just need them be cute with Apollo. Apollo is a good father and he cares about all of his children.

Hello! Welcome to the fandom, and I'm glad you're enjoying my stuff (I've spotted your name in my emails quite a lot recently; very much appreciated :D)

The TON Trio, as they're usually nicknamed, are fascinating on several levels, because of how they appear and what Apollo says about them, and while it's not something you mentiooned specifically in your ask, the first big question that always crops up with me about them is - how were they claimed?

Like, clearly they are - they're in Cabin Seven, no-one has any doubts that they're his kids - but also, they arrived while he was a mortal. Apollo himself couldn't have claimed them, but if they were still unclaimed they'd be in Cabin Eleven, even if they knew in advance that they were Apollo kids, because camp can't run the risk of putting kids in gods' cabins on their own word because what if the kid is lying? You'll have offended gods left, right and centre and that's not a good thing.

Apollo, ofc, we know would be delighted to let any kids stay in his cabin if he could, but camp politics (or more likely, Zeus' paranoia) has said no, and that still doesn't equate for the slighted gods whose offspring they actually were, etc... But I digress a bit here.

So: Apollo is mortal, Apollo cannot claim his kids, but his kids have still been claimed. This is where my various thoughts about Apollo being the patron of the camp etc. come into play, but specifically the headcanon I have that none of his kids have ever spent a night unclaimed in the camp - the theory that makes the most sense to me, personally, about how the TON trio were claimed, is that Apollo, when first setting the camp's protective borders up (because he was clearly involved with that), built in some sort of catch-all, where the camp can claim his kids on his behalf if he doesn't do it by sundown etc. Given he's the camp's founder, I don't think it's unrealistic to assume that would have been possible to set up, and it also explains how the TON trio are claimed without his personal intervention.

Why did Apollo set something like that up? Because he is, honestly, a good father (by god standards - he is, of course, a terribly neglectful one by mortal standards, but he's very clearly the best of the godly parents, as evidenced by how his kids act around him compared to what we see with other godly parent-demigod child relationships, yes, even Percy and Poseidon, but that is an essay for another time I see that ask in my inbox about their relationship, person who asked; I will get there eventually). His kids adore him, Will is not afraid to call him out on things, Will is not afraid to call out people trying to claim Apollo wants them all dead (see: BOO) even when his dad's been silent for months...

And this all suggests that Apollo is very present in his kids lives (again, by god standards). Will points out that Apollo not answering prayers for a month is weird enough that it worries the cabin, and I don't see why Apollo's dream visits needed to start when they arrived at camp.

So this is a headcanon of mine, admittedly, but I think Apollo lingers in his kid's dreams periodically their entire lives. They just don't know it's Apollo that happens to be the reoccurring figure in their dreams until they get to camp and he can finally introduce himself.

Where does this fit in with the TON trio? Well, this headcanon of mine means that Apollo's been in contact with them since they were very young, too. They don't know it was him, they don't know their absent father is a god, but the contact is there - and then it stops, but it's just dreams so maybe they grew out of that particular dream?

But then they get to camp, they're claimed as Apollo's kids and told by Will, Austin and Kayla about what's happening to their dad at the time. They learn second-hand about the figure in their dreams, and maybe they're disappointed or even resentful that they didn't hear it first-hand, like their siblings did, but they learn.

Then Apollo gets to camp, and he doesn't really recognise them but they don't recognise him, either. This isn't the sunshine goof in their dreams, this is some average-looking teenager with a broken nose that they first saw passed out like a loser in their cabin. It's awkward all around.

Apollo even comments on that, that none of them really react to him, either as their father or as a god. It's all a bit awkward and stilted between them and it's not the meeting any of them, TON trio or Apollo, were hoping for.

So yes, I do think that after this is all over, he spent time with them, back in the form they were familiar with (while this was never mentioned in the epilogue, he definitely spent time with all his kids, not just Will, so it would've happened them). Introduced himself properly, with all the recollections of them back in his mind, possibly even re-claimed them, so they knew that they were, without any doubt, both his and loved.

I don't think they were ever scared of him, though. It's a little hard to be scared of someone you've always known, even if you didn't know it at the time, and also of someone you've seen so low in their own life, especially when your siblings are so comfortable and happy with them.

Not the arrival at camp they deserved, or that Apollo wanted for them, or that in hindsight they wanted, either. But in the end, a little bit out of order, it would have happened.

[katronautt]

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[roguelov]

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🥺🥺🥺 I'm glad you think so my love. thank you for reblogging this 🫶 its been a while, and ive since read and written so much i don't remember writing this at all. rereading it was quite like reading it as a reader, and dare i say hey it was pretty good (((:

typing and running 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ s/o and morpheus

“You can not take everything”

“But I can handle it. " ~ double meaning 😏😶 ~

Skin

Dream of the Endless x Reader

Summary: You've always been overeager when it came to your lover, but who could blame you? Anyway, he doesn't seem to be complaining.

Word Count: >600

Warnings: Implied sexy times, dream soft hours, gender neutral!reader, low key bratty!reader, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: WHY ARE YOU RONNIN!? 👿 since all my requests are only ever anons lol, and all of yall sa 's/o' im convinced you're the same person tbh AHHAHAH that just changes speech patterns LOLOLOLOLL also, we're entering dream soft hours because i saw this post and T_T i hug i kiss i love but more importantly, i annoy gif 1 from pinterest IM SO ANNOYED BY THE TINYNESS OF THE GIF BUT WHATEVER totally not me finishing this in the middle of my class HAHAHAHA

It wasn't always that I had him like this, sleeping underneath me.

I mean, after all, what use was sleep to its King?

I found tranquility in the sound of his deep breaths. With my head pressed against his toned chest and the sound his heartbeat lulling against my ear, my fingers were inspired to draw shapeless lines across his chest.

I swear that there was a literal shine to his alabaster skin. It was probably glimmers of stardust, if not the glow of his being, seeping out out him.

It is not because of how blissed I was in our most recent lovemaking that I felt in awe of him, but simply because he was a being of awe.

My eyes fluttered to my surroundings, to the very forms of the room that he had built for us in his domain, in the Dreaming. It was by his will that this place was shaped the way it was, and it was by his adoration of me that I was able to even behold it.

I release a breath and press a kiss on his skin as I place my palm flat on his ribcage.

"I was still trying to make out the form of your illustration," his voice whispers, causing me to shift my gaze up to him.

I smile at his soft expression, unable to help myself in caressing his cheek, "it was nothing."

He hums, a galaxy of blue irises fixed upon me, "I would have made a constellation out of it."

I chuckle and shift from my spot, moving to straddle him like how I did moments ago, "it would have been more confusing than most."

"My love," he breathes through his lips as his hands find their way to my thighs, "I can feel your exhaustion still."

I shake my head and bite my lower lip, "but how can I help myself when I know the pretty thing beneath me has no exhaustion?"

I slowly position myself perfectly above him, so that I could feel his throbbing need beneath me, and rock my hips against his.

“You can not take everything-” he mutters, propping himself up on his elbows, "-I will not have you get hurt."

“But I can handle it," I coo, leaning down to kiss him, "or did you forget?"

The warmth of his mouth tastes like what I would imagine serenity does. When I was with him, I was whole, I was safe, and I was loved. There was nothing more that I wanted than to express this to him, but unfortunately, he made me an absolute mess for words.

My hands land on his chest; his land to my sides, massaging me tenderly.

My entire body begins to burn for him all over again.

I pull away, eyes closed, and rest my forehead on his, "my heart sings for you, Dream."

I slowly open my lids and find his pretty face. Morpheus already had his eyes locked on mine.

"I love you with all of me," I mutter like a prayer, "let me show you this in a way my words cannot."

The next moment, a surprised breath leaves me, and I am now pressed beneath the Dream Lord. He locks his lips on mine with the softest of kisses, then kisses the tip of my nose, my nose bridge, then my forehead, "you do not need to. I know your very dreams are of me."

Though solemn and undeniably true, I cannot hide the amused smirk that grows on my lips, "and you enjoy that," I shift my legs around him, "don't you?"

"Very much," he smirks back at me.

"Then," I tighten my legs around him, "if not to show you my love," I lick my lips, "for me," I give an exaggerated sigh, "will you be so cruel and leave me needy, oh maleficent king?

His brows quirk, "if anything my dear," he rolls his hips, "it is you who are cruel and maleficent."

The moans that leave my mouth hinder any reply from leaving.

"Perhaps, I ought to live up to your slander," he hums, "I wager you'd enjoy that."

[ladylaviniya]

Okay, if we confessing things about Apollo (Blood of Zeus), I have to tell someone my fantasy bc it burns my inside. I want him to fu*k me in his original height, when he is so tall and strong and big. When Zeus hugged Heron's mom in the Underworld it was so good to see the height difference or when Apollo was standing beside Heron. It's still a manageable size but to think about the stretch, the pain and pleasure combo and him being super excited that you would do this for him. Like Gods usually downsize themselves when having sex with a mortal but in this case his lover would express this wish to have him in his original size and it would turn out in this way is more comfortable for him. Maybe the lover is his priestess or something and this happens in one of his temples. (sorry for the confession, I have just seen your post about Blood of Zeus Apollo) This is of course not a request but if it interest you I would be curious of your take on this story if you would ever wanna write this or anything else for Apollo.

I love that you dare to write dominant/submissive or master/slave relationship. We need a super dark Apollo fic where his priestess is super submissive and wants to serve him well so this is why she asks him bc she wants him to be comfortable and he just goes with it.

This is so embarrassing please if this is not your taste just ignore it.

Blood Of Zeus: Apollo’s Pythia

Story Synopsis: You serve the god Apollo since he has threatened to bring a plague upon the people of Delphi.

Pairing: Apollo X Priestess!reader

Story Warnings: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Dubious Consent, Vaginal sex, Humiliation, Size kink, size difference. Mentions of Loss of Virginity, Loss of Innocence, Ancient Greek God Mythology, Mentions of Animal Sacrifice, Master/Slave dynamic. Mostly Porn without Plot.

Authors Notes: Inspired by the song Still Don’t Know My Name by Labrinth. This was requested by @annievvv7 and I am considering writing a prologue and another chapter for when the reader is on Olympus. A Pythia is what they called the priestess at the oracle of Delphi.

The sounds of grunting and sucking of wet flesh echoed the marble walls of his temple.

“You’re thinking too much, my sweet little pythia,” The God of the sun whispered into your neck, his bright glowing hair tickled and blanketed your face and chest. His warm, large palm trailed down your soft belly and dipped between your trembling thighs. His agile fingers discovered your sensitive clit and rubbed gentle circles. His touch was so light and heavenly.

“Relax for me, your god.” he cooed.

He had you nude and spread open for him, your white chiton toga was pooled in a pile at the foot of his altar slab along with his glittering cape.

The stone beneath your back was stained in dark crimson from the countless goats that had been sacrificed in his name. At his command, you were at his mercy, vulnerable and obedient to his will. His presence alone was intimidating and his gaze pierced through your flesh as you were exposed, awaiting his words and commands. You were priestess of the temple of Apollo, you were raised to serve his will...even if it meant forgoing your vows of purity.

Apollo was correct, your mind continued to float away from his attentions. He saw it as strictly a challenge to bring back your focus to him and what he was doing to you. His two fingers, long and thick, carefully pressed inside your body.

It had been a month ago when you made the deal with the divine being. His threat was fearsome and you would not test him. It was a difficult decision, you had decided to save the people of Delphi by becoming his soul bounded slave...because he had promised if you denied him...you and the people of Delphi would face his wrath that would wrought a horrible plague.

You hadn’t known at the time of the deal that he had wanted your body in such a intimate and humiliating way. Upon your first time, Apollo had been domineering in inflicting his power...it could have been worse- you did bleed and you did try to fight him off, but he let you live and he granted you a merciful pleasure you had never known existed when you finally submitted to him. When he had come to you, you were a delicate virgin...now you were his desperate whore.

Your religion was strict with abstinence, you had even taken a sacred oath for Apollo as his representing pythia. Never did you truly believe he would be the one to take your purity. He said it was his rite to fuck you if not any other man. There was no questioning a gods rite.

Apollo’s fingers curled, brushing that spot inside you that made your vision blur, and it tore you from your thoughts as you arched into his palm. You made a pathetic whine and gurgle.

“Oh blessed pythia, you honour me,” he purred mockingly, his golden irises flashing as he looked down at your sweaty body. He drew his fingers out, holding them to the light to see how they gleamed before he licked them clean with his devilish tongue. Your lips parted and chest still heaved catching your breath. He smirked and bent down to steal your mouth in a hungry kiss, the taste of yourself on his lips made your core throb.

You pushed against his shoulders and gasped, “My lord, please lay down upon your temple floor...”

His brows lifted, “Making demands of me? Your god?” he still smirked, “Little pythia, I could punish you for such insolence.”

But he wouldn’t...he liked playing too much with you, especially when you were forced to grant the people their future among the oracle practice. The absolutely naughty things he would say to you, knowing you'd find it hard to answer the poor soul who merely wanted to know their fortune. How he would truly humiliate you and make you feel breathless by the day was done.

Your face was dishevelled in total lust, licking your lips, you pushed his shoulders again and felt his hands lift you by the waist carefully down from the altar until your bare feet touched the cold floor.

He crouched down and sat on the ground. His face was levelled to yours. You were by no means graceful but it did not stop his desire for you. You stood astride his thighs, your palms on his shoulder attempted to push him back. He let you.

Laying nearly flat on the ground, he balanced his upper back on his elbow and forearms. He tilted his head at you. You had to sit on his legs and pelvis to perform, or else the strain of your human legs would hurt more than the pleasure you’d hope to gain and provide.

You mewled desperately, reaching between you both to take purchase of his intimate member. It hung like a fucking horse, harden like a stone pillars rising up. A soft carpet of golden hair covered the base of his masculine appendage. His skin was still as gloriously golden and dark beneath his waist tunic kilt. You wondered if he had bathed himself nude in the pure light of the sizzling sun. His hard cock jumped in your hand, the veins pulsing against your palm. The God was huge, larger than any human man you had ever seen bathing in the springs.

And for some dumb reason you had insisted he be like this, his natural height and size instead of shifting into an average sized man. He was your god and you were his priestess, his pythia. You wanted to keep him pleased.

You reached between your thighs and rub the wetness there to bring it up and wrap around his cock. He gasped, amused and curious. Did you truly intend to take him at this size?

His large hands bent around your waist, digging into the skin of your soft bottom.

“Careful,” he murmured, “You greedy thing.”

You leaned forward, lining his thick bulb with your small opening, admiring the glitter in his golden gaze he held on you. His fingers ran up and down your spine encouragingly. When you rolled your hips forward you scrunched your face up preparing for the almighty stretch.

Your lips parted wide open, a horrible groan bellied from your mouth as you sank yourself down every inch of his unhuman length and thickness. You tried not to think about the possibility of it being the same size as your own forearm.

A low moan rumbled through his entire body that made your insides jump in delight and tingle. Apollo was happy to let you have this control, but he never took his eyes off you, never shut them. He knew the resentment still in your heart, the aching darkness for revenge. Of course if you tried to strangle him, stab him, even slit his throat he would not die, it would just hurt and perhaps piss him off.

You keened and whimpered, your body trembled as your lower lips pressed down to his soft pubic fuzz. For a few moments you were totally still. Tears streamed down your cheeks. He was impressed. His lips parted. You were admirable, trying so hard.

He moved his hands around. One thumb pressed to your sweet nipple and another to your clit, rubbing circles against them both. You gasped and felt your walls clamp down around him. He coaxed you through the pain, blooming inside you a new pleasure.

Apollo’s starved eyes travelled over your entire body, his eyes trailing low to the land where you both connected as he waited for you to move.

Carefully with your hands shaking on his chest, you lifted a little with a hiss, to roll down and sit perfectly again on his cock, letting him slide deep inside. You both groaned. It was exactly what you needed. The pressure of his cock, the feeling of being flooded with his cock so deep and entirely you couldn’t think of anything else but of your god creating this divine match.

You rode him very slowly. He let you lead at first until he grabbed your waist and jerked his hips up.

Submissively, you braced your hands on his strong glowing chest, feeling the smooth and tight muscles beneath your fingers, you rocked your hips back onto him, hunting the ultimate pleasure that was so quickly approaching, giving him everything you had. His eyes roamed from your face and your breasts, watching the way they moved as you practically bounced on his mighty rod. When he could feel your body growing weak and exhausted, he held you tight against him and began to thrust his hips up, slamming into you.

“That’s it, little pythia.”

He bowed his head, taking your tit and nipple into his mouth. He bit down, sending a shockwave through me, bringing your senses back momentarily. You gasped out loudly, your walls clenching. Your nails dug into his biceps. He sucked the nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirled and he hummed with delight at the sound of your noises. His fingers rubbed harder into your clit. Your soft whimpers began begging as he pushed harder up into you. Your lips pressed just above his ear while he sucked.

“You enjoy this my sweet slave?” He asked, even though he already knew the answer. Your sweet tears fell onto his shoulder.

“Yes my lord Apollo,” you whimpered, your toes curled and your fingernails dug up into his long blonde mane. You could feel the tsunami beginning to creep up your spine, your body surrendered to him.

“Then show me! Release your praise,” Apollo ordered, his voice a growl in your ear. It was too great. The bold bright light exploded behind your eyes. You screamed into the side of his neck, sobbing as the wave of desire broke the band.

Your muscles strangled his pulsing cock. Limply you sagged against his body while he steadied his thrusts and dragged the last few out, thrusting hard down once as he flooded your womb with his golden cum. His lips brushed softly against your cheek. He was slow and kind as he lifted you up and off of his cock. Your insides felt bruised.

He held you close to his chest, reaching out for his cape. It was like a wave of glittering white and gold. Like shining white sand, warm and comforting on your wet skin.

He covered your body in it, before lowering you to lay on the marble floor.

He eventually pulled out, and you could feel his seed start to leak out down your thighs and drip onto the cold floor. Your lips parted and your legs closed, embarrassed. He chuckled and kissed your salty sweat drenched forehead.

“You look so beautiful with my cum inside you.”

Apollo’s finger gathered the escaping slickness and pushed it back into your spent body, causing another shaky moan to slip from your lips.

“Best not to waste it.”

You trembled and boldly reached out to him. Tendrils of his long mane were combed through your fingers. So soft and smooth. He smelt like the morning, sweet dew and the warm springs. He cradled you in the crook of his arm, his skin was a great warmth along with his cape. His hand petted your body, trailing his finger tips up and down as you combed his hair softly. Come the rising sun, he would be gone again. He would speak to you daily through the oracle bowl, but you would not feel his powerful body until his next visit.

“Will I see you again?” You croaked, “Next month? Will your duties allow it my lord?”

Apollo was calm. Spent. He was pleased and relaxed. His cock had softened. His palm rested on your belly.

“No.”

Your face fell slightly. You couldn’t believe it but you knew you would miss him, his teasing touch.

“You will see me everyday...” he purred and kissed your cheek, “I have decided, you will return with me to Olympus.”

Your mouth fell open, your eyes widened. You didn’t know what to say.

“But my duties? I am to read the oracle and-”

His brows lifted, his hand pressed your hands above your head, his other finger pointed at your chest squarely.

“Your duties are to serve me, or did you forget the oath you made to me so quickly?”

With a fluttering heart and regretful fear you shook your head, “No, no my lord master. It’s just...what will I be if not your pythia?”

“My slave...my bride maybe...”

He bent down and pressed his mouth to yours before you could say anything further. He redressed himself as you sat up, stunned in silence.

“Br-bride?”

He smirked, and held out his hand to you, “Come with me my dear slave.”

You took his hand and he carried you to his summoned chariot. You would reach the city of the gods and we’d the great Apollo. God of the Sun.

[withoutyouimsaskia]

Ten fandoms / Ten characters / Ten tags

Thank you so much for the tag @theviridianbunny <3 I present to you my blorbos! These characters all have special places in my heart / I would do nearly anything to protect them.

Morpheus/Dream

Tommy Shelby - Peaky Blinders

Loki - MCU

Theodore "Laurie" Laurence - Little Women

Cassian Andor - Rogue One/Andor

Merlin - Merlin (BBC)

Paul Atreides - Dune

10th Doctor - Doctor Who

Athos - The Musketeers (BBC)

Charles Xavier - X-Men

Tagging with no pressure: @dotieeee @marlowe-zara @sturridges @littledollll @annievvv7 @kellatron55 @ellooo0ooo @aralezinspace @herfantasyworldd and anyone else who reads this and would like to <3

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okay these commenters just... get it. not to say my other commenters don't, but i adore when people pick up on the subtle hints i drop when the gods' perspectives pop up that they're in a human-like form, but it's a mask and will always be a mask. okay, so maybe it's not always subtle, but i don't like actually defining exactly what they are. whatever i can come up won't be fitting or as good as whatever each reader's mind comes up with personally. like, sure, i can strip them of their mortal personas (which... is what it is. personas. facades. masks.) but it's up to my readers to fill in those gaps. is it a fully defined, enraged, otherworldly being? is it nothing but a black blob of teeth and eyes and pure hunger? who knows.

and i love, love, love what bakedbean15 pointed out: what poseidon and co. are doing is morally ambiguous. that's exactly what i was hoping to convey: that poseidon and triton and amphitrite can make all the jokes they want, tease percy until he leaves the room and play as many card games as possible, but they will never fully be understandable. nor will their morals align with humans. they are gods and at the end of the day they will act as such, and if that means all but feasting on gabe's pain for their own benefit and pleasure more than for percy's sake, then so be it.

another layer i love people picking up on is that they're not just gods, they're gods of the sea. they're part of the sea itself, and that's a whole new realm of morally ambiguous. who tells the sea what she can and cannot do? no one. the sea does not answer to the sky or to the earth. in fact, both can be seen answering to her.

anyway, i wanted to giggle and kick my feet about some of my fav comments

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[Picture ID: Archive of Our Own comment from frostd0nuts on Chapter 7: “"For kindness was not natural to gods; it was a learned habit." and now we have an additional layer of insight into just how precious percy is to poseidon, as well as amphitrite and triton. once you've endeared yourself to the gods, they will love ferociously...and to protect, deal pain in equal ferocity.”]

[Picture ID: Archive of Our Own comment from Livon_Saffron on Chapter 7: “This was beautiful and I am satisfied so much like being so hungry and suddenly your most delicious juicy filling food appears in front of you. I loved the part of Amphitrite raging. And especially as you stripped the gods of their mortal personas, to show their ugly beautiful chilling true divinity. That mortal were learned, but their true essence never went away, it just slept like a chained monster. Also my fav torture part was her ripping his throat out.”]

[Picture ID: Archive of Our Own comment from annievvv7 on Chapter 7: “Oh, you so brilliantly described the ancient Gods nature. They are so powerful forces of nature that are nearly incomprehensible to us mortals. Gods are the souls of those powerful natural forces/concepts that we cannot explain or understand. Their nature is destructive and I think our ancestors who had lived closer to nature they understood these forces better. They knew they need to appease these powerful beings with sacrefices to not be destroyed by them. I had chills down on my back reading your descriptions of the ancient spirits of the Gods. Thank you for the update. I love Amphitrite so much, she loves Percy as her own I hope we will see her being friends with Sally. As she admires her for her persevearence. Hehe one of my secret concept is a polyamorous relationship developing between Poseidon Amphitrite and Sally.”]

[Picture ID: Archive of Our Own comment from bakedbean15 on Chapter 5: “OKAY I LOVE THIS FIC AND I HAVE A LOT TO SAY ABOUT IT SO BUCKLE UP BECAUSE IM ABT TO WRITE A FRICKIN ESSAY

first of all, love the epic references, and i am absolutely obsessed with ruthlessness rn, and also the bit abt the birkenstock made me wheeze 🫠

there are two main things i love about this fic. firstly, the personification of the sea. its so poetic and beautiful and it really has such a huge impact whenever it's brought up. i love it so so so much. second, the fact that poseidon is very much so behaving like a god. he's nice to percy, sure, but he has absolutely no mercy for gabe. even just killing him isnt enough for poseidon, and i think i think it brings up some big questions. and not to spoil the fun here, because i know we all love to see gabe getting a taste of his own medicine, but is what poseidon is doing truly right? of course, gabe is a monster, but hypothetically, real person smelly gabe, was in fact also a person, with his own traumas and fears and things that made him the way he is. it's no excuse, but I wouldn't say hes inherently evil. (dont misread me here, the stuff he did was WRONG AND MESSED UP) and the bit about keeping the whole torturing gabe thing from percy just proves that this isnt for percy, poseidon, triton, and soon amphitrite, are doing this for themselves. which is morally ambiguous and very on brand for greek gods.

sorry for writing the longest comment ever, im excited for the next chapter 😭😭”]

[mitsuki91]

It's day six of Snowbaird Week!

That means it's time for the "fortune/fate" prompt 😍😍😍

Some of you maybe remember the little snippet I wrote back then... This is the "magical" story, a soul!mate one u.u

Also this is for @annievvv7 💖 love you dear 💖

Enjoy! 🥰🥰🥰

Red string of fate

Summary:

Two stars shine in the night, above her head. With their light they illuminate something - a reflection that should not exist. They look like threads, spider webs in the snow. Thin, shining.

Red as blood.

Lucy Gray raises her hands, entranced, as they descend slowly, swirling like snowflakes.

She is so tired, it seems like a dream. Is what she sees real?

Then the snow begins to speak.

"How many of you are there?" he whispers, in her ear. He has a beautiful voice, made of promise.

"I don't understand," she murmurs, her breath condensing into a cloud in front of her mouth.

"Then it is the first time," snow replies to her, bitter, almost sorry. Red threads now wrap around her, invisible but warm.

"Come" insists snow, sad "It is so lonely, in the sky. The soul of a star is missing."

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[noramoya]

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[mitsuki91]

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[roguelov]

15 Questions, 15 People

I was tagged by @honeybeezgobzzzzz and @duckland (I’ll do it this time and not forget!)

Nickname: Sum-moo/sum (by my mom), boss (by my dad), dumbass (by my sister but not really)

Sign: Capricorn - ambitious, dedicated, serious, structured, traditional, wise (I can assure you I am none of these. I am but a messy goofy wee lad who cannot make a decision to save my life)

Height: 5’8

Last thing I googled: Baking dishes (I need one to make cinnamon rolls for a gift)

Song(s) stuck in my head: No Plan by Hozier, Golden Hour by JVKE, and although it’s not songs per say but I’m re-listening to old episodes of Distractible

Number of followers: 1681 (I love all of you)

Amount of sleep: 7-8

Dream job: I wish I knew (currently drifting through life working a random job trying to understand myself - maybe something with animals or with the arts but I’m unsure)

Wearing: Grey sweatpants and a men’s olive green and cream knitted sweater with knitted socks

Movies/Book that summarize you: One book that comes to mind is Strange the Dreamer by Laini Taylor (main character has this a massive imagination and constantly daydreaming). And you know what I’m picking a tv show! I’m going with the Good Place and I honestly relate a little too much to Chidi (indecisive and short circuits at small complications)

Favorite song: I don’t know! I have too many!

Favorite instrument: Bass or drums (love low sounds and beats, I need to feel it in my soul)

Aesthetic: I have no clue like maybe a dash of grunge, and a bit of vintage, but basically whatever I see at a store and have to have

Favorite Author: VE Schwab, Neil Gaiman, and probably others but I can’t think of any others (if anyone has any recommendations I would love to hear them)

Random fun fact: I’m a leftie with an indented chest (yes you heard me)

Tags: @yew-over-there @trelaney @austarus @darlingpetao3 @so-i-grudgingly-joined-this-site @just-an-adventurer @dothrckis @lizajane2 @tardis-23 @annievvv7 and what other lovelies wish to do it!

[withoutyouimsaskia]

💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌

Thank you for the love, sweetheart. Sending it right back at you! @dotieeee Also: @theviridianbunny @sturridges @marlowe-zara @roguelov @kellatron55 @endlessbittersweetdreams @grey0451 @deyasworld @ellooo0ooo @annievvv7 @honeybeezgobzzzzz @littledollll

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[moonfaery]

💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome.💌

THANK YOU SO MUCH @annievvv7 I was so happy !!

[mitsuki91]

Apply to fanfiction but my irl best friend is not here for me to tag 😔 still @annievvv7 let me always jump in her chat to blab about Snowbaird so all of the love 🥰🥰🥰💖💖💖

[withoutyouimsaskia]

💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome.💌

@annievvv7 You are more than pretty awesome <3 

[kindly-whisper-norbury]

I posted 3,752 times in 2022

That's 3,148 more posts than 2021!

91 posts created (2%)

3,661 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@charbroillaflamme

@undercoverwizardninjaturtle

@dduane

@uss-sherlolly

@annievvv7

I tagged 106 of my posts in 2022

#star wars - 9 posts

#writing - 8 posts

#fanfic - 8 posts

#fanfiction - 7 posts

#ao3 - 7 posts

#the mandalorian - 7 posts

#tumblr - 6 posts

#the book of boba fett - 5 posts

#tumblr break - 5 posts

#batman - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 45 characters

#turn around and say good morning to the night

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

My son's high school special education teacher informed me that his troubles with attentiveness has led to an overall improvement with attentiveness throughout the student body.

It's like this:

My son has ADHD and is on the autism spectrum, so it is sometimes difficult for him to keep his mind on tasks. A major factor in this is the temptation of his phone. The school has a policy, though, where they don't take kids phones away (and, really, that would just lead to meltdowns, anyway). So the special education teacher decided to have my son put his phone in a clear pencil box on his desk when he is supposed to be working (they are allowed to use their phones when they are done with their work). A pencil box kind of like this:

He can still see his phone, still be near it, but he can't just pick it up and use it. He took pretty well to it, and eventually started putting it in the box as soon as he got to class, without being prompted.

When the special ed teacher saw how well it was working she decided to do it with the rest of the class, as well. But then one of my son's other teachers mentioned that she was having a hard time keeping him off the phone in class, and the special ed teacher was like, "Hey! I got something that should work!"

So, when it started working for my son in that class, as well, that teacher also implemented it for her whole class. Then another of my son's teachers voiced the same concerns, and... you see where this is going?

The new method has subsequently spread through the school, and (according to the special education teacher) it has ended up helping a great number of kids who had otherwise had issues with setting their phones aside and focusing on their assignments!

499 notes - Posted March 18, 2022

#4

I love AO3. I really, truly do. But at the same time, it reminds me that fanfic had a very different feel back in the day… in the late 1990s and early 2000s.

We didn't so much promote our stories as we traded them like literary contraband, handing them out in the back alleys of newsboards and forums and LiveJournal to be gobbled up by the desperate, starving masses. Sometimes you wouldn't post them, you would simply mention that you had written them; and when someone asked to see your story you would send them an email with the creation copy-pasted within. Those of us who had our own Geocities or Angelfire websites would make elaborate pages for each story, setting the background and font color to match what we felt the fic evoked, and of course adding pictures that we had slapped together in Photoshop for flavor.

When FFnet came along, we eagerly thrust our creations into its algorithm, like birds shoving their babies out of the nest; then we held our breath and waited to see if anyone cared enough to make a comment before our stories slipped into the depths of the pit, never to be seen or read again. And the tingle we felt in our chests when someone did finally comment left us on a high for hours or even days.

There were annual fanfiction awards for some fandoms, and if you won any category at all you would wear that award proudly... a badge of honor to be displayed in your forum signature or FFnet profile. But really, the ultimate honor was when someone did fan art of your stories and posted it on DeviantArt or LJ, and you would hold on to that picture like a child clinging to a favorite teddy bear.

More often than not, the people you knew in real life weren't aware of what you did with your spare time, and you would have died of embarrassment if they ever found out. In general, you stayed in your lane, keeping other fandoms out of your business, except for the occasional crossover (which came with the added complication of having to choose which fandom to post them under on FFnet). We didn't have beta readers... hell, sometimes we didn't edit at all. Grammar and spelling mattered less than your passion for the subject, and research was conducted somewhat haphazardly, to the point where any anachronisms were shrugged off. Still, OOC characters were raked thoroughly across the coals; questioned and poked until the author explained why they had written them that way.

The tropes and cliches that people now cringe at were created then, embraced wholeheartedly. Mary Sues and self-inserts and songfics were everywhere… and we loved it. Authors would interrupt their own stories in the middle to add notes, sometimes presented as the characters themselves giving you information about what was going on in the story or what led the author to add this or that small detail.

We were afraid of being copyright claimed, we were afraid of being ridiculed, we were afraid of being sued by Anne Rice (even if we didn't write anything that took place in her universe). We felt rebellious, accomplished, and maybe a little guilty about what we wrote; but we wrote it because we loved it, and that was enough.

As I said, I really do love AO3… but there was just such a culture surrounding fanfic back then… a kinship and a sisterhood. I wish that those who have never gotten to experience it could have the chance to go back for a while, feel the way it felt… same as I wish my own kids could have experienced the freedom of summer vacation back when summer vacation meant freedom.

The world is just too fast now, the internet too loud; you have to run to catch up, scream to be heard... when sometimes all you want to do is whisper, "Hey… I wrote something… does anyone want to take a look?" and to have someone whisper back, "Yes! Send it to me and I'll print it out to read in bed tonight!"

525 notes - Posted September 16, 2022

#3

Good for knitting chunky blankets between vampire hunting expeditions.

1,434 notes - Posted March 2, 2022

#2

AO3... is down.

3,048 notes - Posted November 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

In other news, Percy Jackson has dethroned the Queen.

4,643 notes - Posted September 10, 2022

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