#but yolo i guess

[courfee]

@jilymicrofics | april 1 - prank | wc 100

“How the fuck do you wordle?” Lily looks up from her phone. “You put in a five letter word, click enter, and work with the information you’re given.” “There’s no other five letter words, this sucks.” “What was your first guess?” “Balls.” Lily stares at James incredulously for a solid minute. “Of course it was.” “Mhm, then adore, briar, kraut and wrack. Just one guess left.” “You got this one.” It’s another minute before James types again, then– “Fuck!” “You didn’t get it?” James shakes his head. “Out of all the words I thought you’d not get, prank wasn’t one!”

[canadian-girl-hates-winter]

oh look it’s the one day a week I do my hair and makeup part 2 but a year and a half later

[dearsupersecretdiary]

welp just added "hitchhike" to my list of accomplishments

[monstersandmagicians]

Okay, I'm done.

I think.

[caffeinatedlovergirl]

Kids, unless you want to go on a serious self-searching journey, don't look at your whole ao3 history in the early morning hours...

[maisconkiana]

oh wow

[wackydoggs]

aqua teen roblox force

[madscientistreaction]

[shiiro-arts]

Not me thinking about a new AU were natsu loses his arm.

Like, what do you mean Wendy healed THAT ARM, it looks like a burnt chicken nugget come on...

New angst ideas plague my mind, I'm just starving for CANON angst, I WANT IT DAMN IT

[courfee]

remus is very unimpressed, sirius is very happy :)

based on this post

[katzirrart]

Still workshopping this brush. Overall I like it a lot - I like how Mobius' right sleeve turned out a LOT line weight and line angle wise. Which that was the goal - also it plays super nice with my blender brush to get the shading on their faces so CHEF'S KISS THERE.

Also just forcing me not to heavily refine stuff, which I'm always doing.... huff.

But yee, tossing this up here before I start seeing things I don't like kjgdhn

[duskiers]

Comfort in the Kitchen

> Percy Jackson / demeter!fem!reader

> Percy has been feeling down from his nightmares. To cheer him up, you make his favorite, blue chocolate chip pancakes

> first fanfic woohoo .. ( please don't kill me 🏊🏻‍♂️ )

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The day had been long and fraught with challenges that seemed to stretch the limits of your patience and strength. As a daughter of Demeter, you found solace in the natural world, the whisper of the wind through the trees, and the soft murmur of the earth beneath your feet. But today, the world seemed a little heavier, the shadows a bit darker, especially for Percy.

You noticed it the moment he trudged into the common area, his shoulders hunched and his eyes shadowed with the remnants of a battle only he could see. Nightmares, you knew. The kind that clung to him, remnants of battles fought and friends lost. It pained you to see him like this, the vibrant, brave Percy Jackson reduced to a shadow of himself by the memories that haunted him.

Without a word, you slipped away to the one place you knew you could make a difference: the kitchen. Cooking had always been your way of nurturing, of healing. There was magic in it, the simple, profound magic of caring for someone through the act of making them a meal.

Tonight, you decided on something special, Percy's favorite: blue chocolate chip pancakes. It was a simple enough dish, but you poured every ounce of your love and care into it, mixing the batter with a touch of your Demeter-given magic to soothe and comfort.

The comforting scent of chocolate and the warm, inviting aroma of cooked pancakes filled the kitchen, weaving a spell of home and hearth and peace.

When everything was ready, you plated the pancakes, drizzling them with extra chocolate chips and a generous dollop of whipped cream. But the final touch, the one that made them distinctly for Percy, was the food coloring that turned them his favorite shade of blue.

Carrying the plate with care, you found Percy exactly where you'd left him, staring off into nothing, lost in thoughts you wished you could banish for him. You sat beside him, the plate in your hands offering up not just food, but an unspoken promise of comfort and understanding.

"Percy," you said softly, drawing his attention. "I made you something."

He blinked, focusing on you for the first time, and when his eyes landed on the plate of blue pancakes, a small, genuine smile broke through the shadows. "You made these for me?"

"Of course," you replied, your heart warming at the sight of his smile. "I thought they might help, even just a little."

Percy took the plate from you, his smile growing as he took his first bite. "They're perfect" he said after a moment, his voice filled with something like wonder, like maybe he couldn't believe someone would do this just for him.

You watched him eat, saw the tension ease from his shoulders with every bite, and knew that, for now, this was enough. You couldn't fight his battles for him or chase away his nightmares, but you could give him this: a moment of peace, a taste of home, and the knowledge that he wasn't alone.

"Thank you" Percy said when he was done, his eyes meeting yours with a depth of gratitude that left you breathless.

"You're welcome" you replied, reaching out to squeeze his hand.

And in that moment, with the kitchen still warm from cooking and the night's shadows held at bay, you knew that this—this simple act of making pancakes—was its own kind of magic, the kind that healed, that comforted, that said 'I'm here for you' in a way words never could.

[staracket]

that guy with the camera or something idk i didnt watch marbled horse nests

[gannonssweetandsuave]

wanted to try a different coloring style, airbrushy pillowshaded thing

doodles toodles schnoodles

[dogmime]

[jfkonfucius]

This project is kinda changing direction daily so I'm going to hold off just a little longer before getting it out, here's some concept art though !

It's a direct continuation from the ending of S3, so it actually takes a few chapters until the characters have a makeover makeover makeover and look like this

I've already said crumbs of this but it's basically about Confucius dealing with mental and physical trauma after surviving the ending of S3, and his main source of support turning out to be JFK. They get closer over time and , well , heh , you'll see

Self-indulgent and cringe-angsty as fuck, written in script style, not very faithful to the style of the og show, but I still make an attempt at keeping the characters and established story consistent. Vaguely inspired off of The first glass beach album

I'll start tagging posts relating to the fanfiction as "Clone high burnt beach AU" to avoid confusion and for the sake of organization !