#cam the satyr

[boyduroy]

ADAD 2025: 40/365

today was rough, here's a happy little satyr to make things better 🌼

[loveandleases]

I know we have talked about D&D classes on here. But have we ever talked about what race they would be? If not, what type would the Ro's be? Like, would Cam be an elf 🤔

Oh, that's a good question. (now I have to look because it's been so long since I D&D'd)

❤️ Cam - Definitely an Elf. And probably brags about his ears being his best feature.

💙 G - Shifter. (basing this on G constantly struggling with reigning themselves in and hiding how they really feel.)

💚 Kara - Tiefling all the way!

💛 M - Changeling (maybe Eladrin? based on hiding behind a mask of happiness.)

💜 Isaac - I think Satyr works really good for Isaac with the charm. But that's if we base it on how they act and not internally. (otherwise I can't decide!)

🖤 Ardent - I'm thinking Goliath. (It's all survival of the fittest in the beginning. He so easily goes from "you're annoying" to "I’d tear the world apart for you, but I won’t admit it.")

[waitingandwishing]

The Clay Girl - I met four gods today

(Cross posted on Wattpad and AO3)

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The first thing Odyssa felt was sand. She spat out the finely-grained rocks and opened her blurry eyes to see a nice beach. It was calm, the wind blowing through her hair, and the smell of salt filled her nose. The ocean washed down the left side of her body, coating her clothes with water.

It was a change from the stressful events that happened in the Underworld. Hopefully, Percy and Grover were okay, she felt that Hades wouldn’t take kindly to trespassers.

She groaned as she sat up from the sand and started to brush the fine grains from her body. Odyssa turned to find Annabeth starting to sit up as well. “Annabeth?” Odyssa called out her friend's name. 

Annabeth turned and sighed with relief as she saw the auburn-haired girl. “Dessa.” She breathed out, “Where are we?” Annabeth asked and Odyssa shakily stood.

“I… I dunno…” Odyssa looked around, “I think we’re on a beach? The pearls must’ve taken us here… Maybe Poseidon was planning on meeting Percy here.”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good guess…” Annabeth said with a slight frown, “Hopefully they won’t do anything stupid.”

“Yeah,” Odyssa nodded, still unsure and nervous about what would happen to Percy and Grover, “Do you think they’ll be okay? That they’ll arrive here?”

Annabeth nodded though she wasn’t sure as well. After all, no one had traveled to the Underworld and made it out alive. “Yeah… They’ll be fine.”

⁅¦⌈🪙~Song of a Hero~🪙⌋¦⁆

“I’m just saying that pickles and peanut butter sound good,” Odyssa said, picking at the edge of the music box in her bag. The paint was starting to peel and she couldn’t help but pick at it.

Annabeth frowned, “That still sounds disgusting…” She said with a look of disgust. She turned her gaze from the water to see two figures lying down on the sand. “Hey… Is that…”

Odyssa widened her eyes, scrambling up from the sand as she ran to the two of them, Annabeth following behind her quickly as well. Annabeth helped Grover up from the ground as Odyssa helped Percy.

“You guys alright?” Odyssa asked, surveying the two of them for potential injuries.

“We’re alright.” Percy nodded before his gaze trailed behind her to see another figure walking towards them.

The four turned their attention to the familiar-looking man they had met earlier on their trip. Ares.

Percy walked up to him as he held up his sword, the amber light slightly glowing from the sunset. He stood in front of the three of them, pointing his sword at Ares. “Single combat!” He shouted.

Ares scoffed, “What?”

“What?!”

“One-on-one, but I set the terms. If I draw first blood, I keep the bolt and you surrender the helm.” Percy said and Odyssa widened her eyes, turning to Annabeth.

So she was right. It wasn’t Clarisse, it was her father. Of course… The only person he actually would cover for would be himself. Out of all the things the gods love the most, it’s themselves…

Ares laughed, wheezing as he rested himself on his knees, pointing at Percy mockingly with a grin. 

“Do you accept?” Percy asked.

“I mean it's your funeral, kid.” Ares said, his smile fading and turned to an all-serious demeanor, “Although, just to be clear, no funeral. Any trace of you leaves a trace of my plan, and we can't have that.”

“It wasn't your plan, though, was it?” Percy asked, “It was Kronos. It was his idea to frame Poseidon's kid and steal Hades's helm and Zeus's bolt to start a war.”

“What?” Annabeth tugged at Grover's sleeve and he explained.

“We found out on the way.” The satyr said vaguely and Odyssa huffed.

“Is that where he got to you, too? Through your dreams?” Percy walked closer to Ares.

“Gods don't dream, little man…” Ares said, his voice dangerous. “And no one tells the god of war how to start a fight! And after you die… Say hi to your mommy for me.”

Percy’s hand shook, rage masking his fear as he held up his sword to Ares. ‘Wait for him to strike…’ Odyssa thought. She may have not been the best swordswoman at camp, but she knew the tricks that Luke taught people.

“We have to help him,” Grover said, Odyssa grabbed his sleeve.

“Wait.” She said, her voice stoic as she watched the swords clash and Percy fall to the ground. Her voice faltered slightly at the sight of Ares pressing down on him. “One on one, remember? He automatically loses if we help.”

Percy flew to the ground, Ares showing no hesitation before kicking him across the sand once again. He struggled, his body shaking and as he rose, the water rose with him.

“I warned you…” He panted. “If you're not careful… You'll find out… Who I am.” He said. A tsunami-like wave arose from behind him, casting a shadow upon Ares as the rumbling water caved in and slammed down onto the god of war.

As Ares reached for his sword, clambering up from the sand, Percy came running, slashing his leg. Ares screamed as gold blood ran from his leg. Odyssa widened her eyes as she saw the shimmering liquid seep from the ankle. Percy turned to look at his three friends before they came running to him. 

“You okay? You hurt?” Grover asked and Percy shook his head.

“And you thought you were just a kid,” Annabeth smirked.

“Well, Perce, looks like you’re fighting for best swordsmen.” Odyssa grinned and Percy smiled at her.

Ares clapped slowly, Odyssa reveling at how he limped to get up from the ground. “Yay! That was so cool. Wanna know what you really won today? An enemy for life. Congrats.”

The god of war’s skin started to glow gold, his eyes growing yellow as Grover shielded the three of them away from sight. “Don't look at his true form!”

After a blast of heat engulfed Odyssa, a metal clunk fell onto the sand. The four of them turned to see the Helm of Darkness sitting on the sand unbothered. Annabeth ran over and took the helm, clutching it into her grasp. 

Percy turned, and Odyssa shot him a confused look. He walked over to a small house with stained glass windows and the three of his friends followed behind him.

“Authorities are warning the public to expect severe travel delays as hundreds of flights are grounded as the FAA closes most of the country's airspace in response to violent seismic activity…”

“Mom?” Percy called out as a large kettlepot whistled loudly. He looked around, slightly suspicious as he turned to the radio.

“A phenomenon known as ionospheric disturbances. Sudden ionospheric disturbances, or SID, are typically caused by solar flares emitted from the sun's surface. The solar flares hurl-” He clicked the sound off.

“Quite something, isn't it? Using earthquakes to clear the skies?” A familiar voice said. Hey… Wasn’t she turned into stone? “Lord Poseidon grows bold in his war against his king.”

Annabeth, Odyssa, and Grover walked up to the house and Alecto turned her attention to the three of them with a look of displeasure. “Hades sent you to retrieve it.” Percy realized, “That's been your quest all along.”

He took the helm from Annabeth, placing it down harshly on the table with a metallic clank. “What are you doing?” Annabeth asked.

“Living up to my end of the bargain.” Percy said before turning to Alecto, “Tell Hades I expect him to do the same.”

Alecto gently picked up the helm in such a motherly way that Odyssa thought that she could’ve been a mortal old woman. “Please,” Percy added.

Alecto gave a small smile in return, “Good luck on Olympus.” She walked past the four of them and out of the random house, “Perhaps there will still be a world left for your mother to return to.”

“What does that mean, ‘Good luck on…’” Grover widened his eyes, turning to Percy. “Dude.”

“Percy, that's a horrible idea.” Odyssa said, “It’s one thing to mail something to Olympus, mailing ourselves though? They’ll strike us down before we even get to the top!”

“I have to,” Percy said.

“What for? The quest failed. We missed the deadline.” Annabeth frowned.

“This is bigger than the quest. Before we set off, Chiron told me the last war on Olympus kicked off World War II down here. We have to get Zeus to call it off. Returning the bolt is the only way I can get his attention.” Percy explained.

“Percy, you don't want Zeus's attention.” Odyssa shook her head.

“I gotta tell him about Kronos. Did you see how frightened Hades was about the idea of Kronos coming back? Zeus has to know. Bringing him the bolt might be enough to get him to listen.” Percy explained, “You three gotta go to camp. Now that we know who Ares and Clarisse were working for, someone has to warn Chiron.”

“He'll kill you. You know that, right?”

“Either because he still thinks you stole the bolt, or because you're a forbidden kid. Zeus will never let you leave Olympus alive.” Annabeth countered.

Percy scoffed softly, “I'm done running from monsters. This is too important. I have to try.” He said.

Annabeth sighed before taking off her necklace and clasping it around his neck, “You're gonna need all the luck you can get.” She said quietly.

“Just for clarity, how sure are we that you couldn't just explain everything in an email?” Grover asked.

“Where's the glory in that?” Percy asked and Odyssa chuckled softly.

“Well, you’re an idiot if you think you’re going alone.” Odyssa crossed her arms with a frown.

“What?”

“I’m coming with you.”

“Dessa-”

“Nope! I’ve already sacrificed my life for this team, two times. Third time's the charm, right?” Odyssa said, hesitating before speaking. “Plus, I have to talk to my mother about something…”

Percy frowned before nodding, “Fine. But I’m not letting you sacrifice your life for me again.” He said.

“No promises, Seaweed brain.”

⁅¦⌈🪙~Song of a Hero~🪙⌋¦⁆

“Hey, where’d you find those?” Percy asked. Odyssa turned to Percy in confusion before realizing what he was talking about.

“You mean my Sour Patch Kids?” Odyssa frowned, “I’ve had them in my bag.”

“This whole time and you didn’t give me any?” Percy exclaimed and Odyssa shrugged.

“Did you want one?” She asked and Percy nodded.

“You got any blue ones? They’re my favorite” He smiled. She saved all the blue ones since they were also her favorite. “Unless you don’t like them?”

“Nah, I don’t really like them. Here.” Odyssa lied, handing him a handful of the blue candy to him which he happily took with a smile.

“What exactly are you going to be talking to your mom about?” Percy asked as they walked through the streets of New York, dodging homeless people and weaving around puddles.

“Back at the arch…” Odyssa looked up to see the towering building in front of them, “My mom spoke to me. For the first time in years, the only thing that made her finally acknowledge her prized pottery was the idea of me dying.”

“It hurts.” She admitted with a slight smile, “I’ve never been good at naming my emotions but I got out of that water, woke up, and realized that the gods don’t care about you unless you’re useful.”

Percy watched as her face contorted into something he couldn’t quite place as they entered the tower. “Well, I think you’re pretty useful.” He said, “And a bunch of other stuff.”

“Oh? Like, what Perce?” Odyssa grinned and Percy shrugged.

“I dunno, most of them involve me.” He said and Odyssa rolled her eyes, “What? I’m amazing!”

“Alright, alright, calm your big kelp head.” Odyssa chuckled as they made it to the front desk.

“Tour starts by the sign.” The security guard said.

“We’re not here for a tour,” Percy said, unzipping his backpack and placing Zeus’s master bolt onto the front desk. “I'm here to see Zeus. I don't have an appointment.”

The security guard's eyes widened and for a moment Odyssa thought that he might’ve been mortal and that this was just a prop from a musical or whatever. He sent the two of them to the elevator, giving them instructions to go to the 600th floor.

Percy turned to Odyssa in confusion, to which she promptly ignored and thanked the security guard before entering the elevator. She pressed the button and the doors closed, the elevator rumbling as they ascended upwards.

The elevator doors opened to reveal a grand, ancient-looking city built with monumental architecture. The city was dominated by tall, imposing buildings, towers, and spires, all crafted with intricate details.

‘Annabeth would’ve loved to see this…’ Odyssa thought as she saw the buildings.

The two traveled through the ancient city, Odyssa spotting a few nymphs and others but ignored them. They needed to do a few more important things before talking to anyone there.

They reached the bottom of a bleak and foreboding mountain fortress surrounded by towering, jagged rock formations. The dark, cloudy sky above cast a gloomy atmosphere over the mountain, with mist partially obscuring parts of the rocky landscape.

Stairs that seemed never-ending cast in front of them as Percy gave Odyssa a confused look, “How’re we supposed to get up there in time?” He asked.

“I’m pretty sure it’s an illusion,” Odyssa said as the two started to climb. She felt her breathing grow more and more erratic as they climbed higher and higher, the air growing thinner and thinner. 

Percy turned back to see they were much higher than they were. Odyssa was right, it was an illusion. “Huh.” He said and as they reached the top, a figure wearing a suit and electric yellow eyes sat upon a throne.

The three stood in the circular chamber. The center of the chamber was encircled by a series of elaborate, throne-like seats, each with a unique design. 

Some of the seats were adorned with spiked or claw-like structures, while others had more traditional stone carvings, hinting at the importance of each throne.

Small fires burned in various spots around the chamber, casting a warm glow that contrasted with the overall cold and misty atmosphere.

Percy and Odyssa stepped onto the polished floor to Zeus, the son of Poseidon sliding off his backpack to reveal the Master Bolt in his hand. Zeus stepped forward and Odyssa and Percy looked down at the ground, the Master Bolt thrumming and vibrating.

Zeus grasped onto his weapon, the electricity coming to a halt as he surveyed it. “I didn't steal it.” Percy said after a moment of silence, “Neither did any of my friends. We found it. We got it back.”

“We tried to get it to you on time, but-”

“You failed.” Zeus interrupted Odyssa with a stoic expression. She froze, fear starting to grip her heart as she stayed with her head slightly down.

“Yes… We did.” Odyssa said quietly. “But we had to come. We… We had to tell you who actually stole it.”

“It was Kronos,” Percy explained. Zeus went quiet, eyes flickering from left to right before he turned around to sit back on his throne, “He's behind all of it. He's emerging from Tartarus, or trying to. He's gathering strength and he's coming for all of you.”

“You may go,” Zeus said after a moment.

“But-”

“I know where Kronos is. I put him there.” Zeus said with a slight smile before sighing and walking back to the two, “I know who Kronos is. I am his son. Of course, he's gathering strength. Of course, he's coming. That is what we do. We snap and plot and strive. It was only a matter of time before he did again.”

Odyssa and Percy exchanged looks of confusion, why was this such a small dilemma? Of course, unlike the gods, Kronos didn’t have to play by the rules. No one ruled over him.

“Thank you for the news. It is the only reason I'm letting you leave alive.” Zeus said, though there was no gratefulness behind his voice. “I have a war to prosecute now, so when I say, ‘You may go,’ it means be grateful, and it means be gone.”

Zeus’s temper must’ve been worse than his son’s because thunder started to rumble. Percy blurted out, “But the war can't continue.”

“Boy!” Zeus yelled, thunder roaring now. “The war proceeds. And it ends with victory. You escape with your life. That is your prize. What did you think, that you and I would negotiate?”

“I thought you might listen. Kronos wants you to fight my father.” Percy explained.

“He wants you both weakened so he can take over,” Odyssa said, nails dug into her skin as she spoke. Anger and fear were never a good mix for her.

“I will not be weakened by my brothers.”

“You already are.” Percy said, “Your family is a mess. They don't support you because they love you. They obey because they're afraid.”

“Ares turned on you because someone stronger showed up and do you really think he’ll be the last?” Odyssa asked, “How’re you going to fight when there’s no one to fight for you?”

“How afraid of you do you think they'll be when your dad shows up looking to put you back in your place?” Percy’s voice raised.

Thunder crackled as Zeus’s bolt turned blue with electricity. He raised his Master Bolt to the two of them and Percy pulled Odyssa into him, the both of them crouching down on the ground.

After a moment of silence and a moment of confusion, the two of them looked up to see a man wearing a blue polo shirt gripping the weapon. “I surrender.” The stranger said.

“What?”

“I surrender.” Thunder clapped as the Master Bolt deactivated. Zeus yanked the bolt away from the man with a slight smirk. “Take your victory.” The man said, “Just spare my son and his friend.”

Percy looked at Odyssa, who was already staring at Percy. “Your dad.” She mouthed and Percy nodded with a slight smile of disbelief.

“Your forbidden son… Who should have never been born.” Zeus added.

“The same as your Thalia… Whose bravery still inspires all demigods.” Poseidon said. “Perseus is one of those heroes and has shown a measure of that bravery today… Odyssa has been able to withstand the life you gave her and live it to the fullest.”

Zeus scoffed quietly and Poseidon frowned, “Τίς ἄλλος γιγνώσκει περὶ τοῦ Πατρός?” He asked in Ancient Greek.

“Ἄρης, Ἅιδης, Ἑρμής, οὕτως…”

“Πάντες.” Poseidon finished his sentence.

Zeus looked to Percy and Odyssa before turning his attention back to Poseidon, “I’ll have Athena set a meeting.” He said. “The whole council. We'll declare my swift and crushing victory… And then discuss… Family business. Make sure I never see these ones again.”

Thunder crashed and Zeus dissipated from the chamber. “Your mother wishes to meet you, Odyssa.” Poseidon said after a moment of silence, “Give me and my son a moment alone.”

“Of course.” Odyssa bowed slightly before leaving.

⁅¦⌈🪙~Song of a Hero~🪙⌋¦⁆

“Mother.” Odyssa knelt to the ground, her head low as her mother stood before her. Artemis, ever so youthful, stood before her with a stoic expression and looked down at her daughter.

“Odyssa.” Her mother greeted her. “Stand.” She ordered. Odyssa stood, looking at her creator in such a way that could only be described as idolized.

They spoke to each other with friendliness, but it was polite. Too polite to be taken for as mother and daughter and could be seen as colleagues meeting each other for the first time.

“My daughter… You’ve done so much to come this far.” Artemis came forward and tilted her chin up to look her in the eye. “You’re a gift, I hope you know that.”

“Of course I do.” Odyssa said, “I always do.”

“You need to remember that too.” Artemis said, “Do you know why I helped you at the Arch?” Odyssa shook her head. “You’re a warrior. But also a gift and my child as well.”

“My Odyssa…” Artemis ran her hand through her hair, “How would you like to become a huntress?” She asked.

Odyssa widened her eyes. Hunters of Artemis, a group of immortal women who had sworn to follow her, renouncing romance and devoting their lives to protecting the natural world and fighting monsters.

“I’ll become immortal?” Odyssa asked and Artemis nodded with a slight smile.

“Do you accept?” She asked.

Odyssa thought for a moment. A life with her mother and the other huntresses, fighting for the natural world and given immortality. That life would be great but…

“But what about camp?” She asked.

“What about it?” Artemis asked, “You would choose it over being one of my hunteresses? Choose it over being immortal?”

Her voice caught in her throat. She swallowed before nodding, ““Living forever without them isn’t a life that I’d like to live.” Odyssa said.

“So you decline?” Artemis asked.

Odyssa held herself as she looked at her mother, “I’m sorry, but I decline.”

Artemis furrowed her brows, lips pursed as she looked at Odyssa with a frown. Displeased, she placed her hands on her daughter's shoulders. “If that’s your decision… But the offer is still there if you wish to come back.”

Odyssa felt herself smile at the goddesses words. “Poseidon has asked me to give you this.” She said and Odyssa took it with a familiar warmth in her heart.

“Thank you for being so generous,” She said. Artemis nodded as Odyssa smashed the pearl on the ground, disappearing from Olympus.

“When did she get so… Lively?” Artemis asked herself.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fic Titles That Are Questions (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

Am I Pretty? (ao3) - heymoons

Summary: Dan is an intern at the BBC who moonlights as a cam model. He’s worried about being judged for his secret, until he meets Phil and everything changes.

Can I Borrow A Kiss? (I Promise I’ll Give it Back) (ao3) - tjmcharg

Summary: Lots and lots of different kisses.

Can I Even Complicate Your Breathing? - botanistlester

Summary: Pastel!Dan lives in an apartment complex and sits on his windowsill every night and sings. Punk!Phil listens to him every night.

Can You feel The Love Tonight? - nebulous-frog

Summary: Phil sings with the door open while he’s folding laundry and Dan overhears. Phil’s completely tone deaf and doesn’t know any of the lyrics, but that won’t stop him, dammit, no matter how many times people ask him to seriously just stop. Dan thinks it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard.

“Did you ever doubt that your dream will ever come true?” - secretlywritingstories

Summary:As Phil reads out the question, Dan’s involuntary reaction is to smile and glance towards him. He hides it pretty well during the live show but as soon as it’s over, he begins to fully appreciate that his dream did come true.

did you know penguins mate for life? (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: Phil takes care of fifty penguins at work and another twenty-five at home, though the latter wasn’t exactly his choice.

Do You Believe In Magaic? (ao3) - darkesthorizon

Summary: Dan discovers a meadow of flowers where fairies made of flowers can grant you one wish. But there’s a catch: your wish has to be pure. What does that even mean?

do you feel it too? (ao3) - heartsopenminds

Summary: A bad break-up has left Phil scared of getting his heart broken again. He’s not ready to date, but he’s missing the easy affection of a long-term relationship.

Cuddle therapy might be the perfect way to get what he needs, with no strings attached. But what happens when that’s no longer enough?

Do You Sleep Anymore? -  botanistlester

Summary: Phil has insomnia and Dan has bruises on his knuckles.

Ever Wonder What Stars Taste Like? (ao3) - ncirpng

Summary: au where Phil runs a successful café in Paris and Dan is a shy fashion designer. Their paths cross, which leads to an unhealthy amount of awkwardness and a lot of weird sentences (mostly from Phil).

Ghost, Or Spirit Satyr? (ao3) - cuddlepuss

Summary: Phil moves into a new flat, but is haunted by a young male poltergeist that he finds both amusing and attractive.

Have You Read the One Where I Have a Vibrator? (ao3) - Ironicallyiron

Summary: Dan reads Phil a fanfiction.

How Did We End Up Like This? - xinyanhowell

Summary: They knew falling in love isn’t a choice - but staying in love, working out your problems and inconstancies, that’s the most powerful choice you have.

How Do Flowers Grow? - writeroflies

Summary: Dan knows he is that single annoying cloud in an otherwise clear sky and Phil is the sun, happy, bright and warm. He wants to know why Phil is letting him stay in the sky beside him.

Is Our Love Valid? (wattpad) - phanetexplorer

Summary: dan is alone. he always has been. he would spend day in and day out on multiple chat websites hoping one day he indeed will find a friend.that is, until a certain boy named phil lester sends a chat request to him, and he flips his shit. some one had finally wanted to be his friend, but maybe he gets more than he had originally bargained for.

Isn’t He Pretty? Isn’t He Insane? - daeguk

Summary: in a world where a person’s soulmate has an identical birthmark, police intern phil lester is completely alone; that is, until he starts receiving cruel gifts from a psychotic serial killer. seeking out the comfort of a boy on the phone, dan howell, while desperately trying to figure out the killer’s messages, time is running out by each fractured second.

Is Our Secret Safe Tonight? (ao3) - resurrectdead

Summary: That time I fell in love with the semi-realistic idea of Dan as an anonymous camboy and then I made Phil walk in on him mid-show.

is that as good as it gets? (ao3) - dvp_95

Summary: Having Dan around makes it all so much easier that Phil can’t imagine a life without him now. He fits into the places where the rest of Phil should be, allows Phil to settle into shape around him.

Wait, Where Have I Seen Those Before? - poetictragediess

Summary: Phil would never admit he’d signed up for such a website as camboys, especially not to his best friend/flatmate.

What Happened Last Night? (ao3) - duskomybloom

Summary: Things get complicated when Dan wakes up in Phil’s bed after a party and he has no idea how he got there.

when i run (will you chase after me?) (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan escapes from the megacorporation that he's contracted to but plans go astray and he ends up leaving his partner Phil behind, who gets tasked to catch him in his run across the solar system.

when it feels like nothing else matter, will you put your arms around me? (ao3) - commonemergency

Summary: “Sorry.” Phil says.

His father wraps his arms around him, and the embrace feels warm. It’s an embrace that he hasn’t felt in a long time. It’s like when he was a kid and something scary happened and his father just held him like nothing could ever hurt him because his father was there protecting him.

“It’s okay.” His father quietly whispers into his hairline. “It’s okay.”

He didn’t know how to tell him all the things that he wanted to say, like: I don’t know how to stop my thoughts from spiralling out of control. What if the medicine makes it worse? What do we do if things don’t get better? How do I live in a world that doesn’t have my dad in it?

“Let’s just enjoy right now.” His father says, and he doesn’t let go of him.

Wishing You Could Kiss Me (Do You Really Want To Do That?) (ao3) - cafephan

Summary: In which Phil’s childhood crush on Dan ends dramatically, and he’s living proof to not judge a book by its cover.

[thesummerstorms]

so as I try to make a "world state" if you will for my PJO stuff, more and more characters keep appearing. (98% of them are solidly in NPC/Crowd Scene/Lore Entry status, but still.)

So far there's:

Living:

Della Bowers- Daughter of Apollo. Stereotypically, she's an archer and a musician. She's very angry. Her entire existence was inspired by the tone of Scylla's voice at the end of "Scyllla" from Epic the musical. Oldest surviving child of Apollo from either Camp, but was "graduated" (aged out/forced out) shortly after TLO and therefore wasn't around to help her siblings for Gaea. No healing ability whatsoever, but she accidentally curses someone with plagues when she gets angry and sings hymns to her father at some point. In Annabeth Wayne verses, she may or may not be opening for Black Canary.

Cameron "Cam" Wells- Daughter of Athena. Oldest surviving child of Athena still at Camp, but she regularly pretends to be Annabeth and Malcolm's "younger" sibling. Daughter of a medical researcher who used her father's old textbooks to teach herself how to help with basic first aid in the infirmary. She doesn't actually want to pursue medicine though; that's a necessity not a choice. She's Athena cabin's unofficial reference librarian, and forms something of a trio with Annabeth and Malcolm. Currently enrolled part time in community college to prolong her ability to stay at Camp.

Gianna Benenati- Daughter of Athena. 14. Youngest Athena kid to survive Gaea and Kronos. Wants to be a textile engineer. Used to be best friends with her similarly aged sister Isra, who was killed in battle.

Hector Mendoza Parra- Son of Athena. Newest and youngest member of Cabin 6. Arrived after Gaea. Very skeptical of the whole thing. The Campers low key think his name is bad luck because Hektor was a Trojan and also look at what Achilles did to him.

Reed- Most NPC of NPCs. Son of Demeter from somewhere in the Southern USA who is good at herbal remedies and will help the Apollo kids out with handling minor illnesses and pains in exchange for them putting out a little bit of sunshine for his herb garden in the winter. Dresses in camo a lot.

Louisa Cordero & Erik Patel- Former Athena Head Counselor and her second from when Annabeth was a small child. Graduated together when Annabeth was nine or ten, but as far as she knows they're probably still both alive. (If they aren't, she'd rather live in ignorance.)

Dead:

Agatha Nguyen- Daughter of Athena. Former Head Counselor before Annabeth. Used to fight with Luke, so she and Annabeth weren't as close as they could be, but she did train Annabeth's knife skills. "Graduated" at the end of The Lightning Thief, but was killed off-screen by monsters at least by The Titan's Curse while protecting a Satyr on a mission to find a new demigod.

Ianthe & Galen Hargrove- Twin children of Athena. Around Annabeth's age. Their first summer was during Sea of Monsters, and Tantalus's presence drove them to defect with an older daughter of Morpheus to the Titan Army. Annabeth barely knew either of them. Ianthe was killed in the Battle of Manhattan. Galen is probably dead, but no one's sure.

Emmanuel Belanger- Son of Athena who left Camp and refused to fight for either side during the Titan war. Tried to hide in the mortal world, but was killed by monsters when Gaea began to rise. Thought Annabeth was Luke's spy and never learned otherwise.

Isra El-Amin- Daughter of Athena. Was the same age as Gianna. Was the cabin "Weapon specialist". Haven't decided which battle she died in. I do flip flop back and forth between her and Gianna as to who survives/dies; right now Gianna is surviving only so she and Chiara can embarrass Nico with their modern Italian slang that no one else understands.

Emily (surname?)- Daughter of Athena. Was technically "co-counselor" with Annabeth during SOM due to Annabeth's age, but was too depressed to care or intervene at that point. Died off screen between SOM and TTC.

Jessie Holt- Unclaimed. Annabeth used to wonder if Jessie was an Athena kid, and Jessie helped weave burial shrouds after the Battle of the Labyrinth. However, they weren't close. Killed in the Battle of Manhattan.

Lydia- Daughter of Apollo. Had only minor healing abilities, but was targeted and ambushed by TA demigods due to being a medic during the Battle of Manhattan. Her real love was poetry, and Cam, her best friend, is working on compiling her poems into a manuscript for the camp library.

??? Name Undecided- Son of Aphrodite. Lydia's friend and Cam's frenemy, and as a result was sometimes voluntold into using his emotion-sensing abilities to help deal with distressed patients or their more distressed siblings/friends. Also wrote poetry, but Cam thought it was pretentious and now doesn't have the drafts to preserve. Mother writes semi-famous love poems. Killed in the Battle of Manhattan.

[laydown-bud]

Ok so I realize I have a lot to say and decided to remedy this with an intro post!

Name: Sal

Pronouns: She/her or He/him

I love cats, coloring, naps in the sun and sweets!

More below including credits, fandoms, and over sharing (cause that's just who I am)

Credits:

Satyrs banner(main banner)- Cams-cozy-corner

Pfp- Mocking bird flip flag by octocurse-agere

Karnak banner - toroinouestims

Spoopy season banner - local-kitty

Mabel banner - banana-dawg

Palestine banner - Me!

Fandoms:

Warrior cats

Helluva verse

Ghostbusters franchise

Sweet tooth(2021)

Bobs burgers

Percy Jackson (not well versed 😅)

Disney/ Disney Channel

Bluey

The Owl House

Gravity Falls

Good Omens

Our Flag Means Death

WWDITS

RTC

Gravity Falls (and assorted AUs)

And more since I'm probably forgetting some!

About me:

I regress mainly to cope with/due to stress as well as to get back some of the years I couldn't take advantage of.

I regress mainly between the ages of 5-8 but it fluctuates sometimes to be young as 2 or up to 13!

I pet regress to a dog and cat! But will pet dream often as a deer/fawn or bat!

I have gear and can give recs to vendors on Etsy for pacis and paci clips as well as more cost effective gear tips (might make a post about this later but who knows lol) Petre gear is kinda desolate but I have cat toys from, well, my cat lol. As well as some plush hand paws.

I am a swear friendly blog, but I try not to a lot incase some littles don't like it! (I try to tag it as cw cursing when I do)

Music:

My music taste mostly consists of indie folk and alt Rock

Artists: Hozier, Florence + Machine, Cavetown, Mumford & Sons, Of Monsters and Men, Zella Day, The Amazing Devil ,+many more

Nostalgia playlist

Subtly small playlist

Games:

Goatlings

Animal Jam

Dress up games(pastel girl, monster girl)

Toca Boca (Toca Nature)

Cats & Soup

Ponytown

Stray

ACNH

Mario Kart

Just Dance

Tv & Movies (when little)

Bluey

Bobs Burgers

Hilda

Gravity Falls

The owl house

Sweet Tooth

Wow Wow Wubzy

SpongeBob

My little pony(80s-20s)

Littlest pet shop

Adventure time

Regular show

Pound Puppies (2010-2013)

Strawberry Shortcake

Zaboomafoo

Willa's Wild Life

Bolt (2007)

Brave

Zootopia

Princess and the frog

Mulan

The little mermaid

The Lion King

Hercules

The Aristocats

101 Dalmatians (1961)

Ponyo

Arrietty

Ghostbusters

Jurassic Park

Lemonade Mouth

Teen Beach movie

HalloweenTown (1998)

Nightmare before Christmas

Edward Scissorhands

Many Many more!

Dni- Pro shippers, racists, lgbtq+phobes, anti-age/petre, anti-furry, MAPs, k!nk, and all nsfw blogs as I keep this page friendly and sfw! :3

[ask-the-boogieman-and-samhain]

So, you guys know Gozer, but how do you feel about their servants? Zuul and Vinz Clortho?

Boogie: Oh, those two~ They're such good dogs~ Though I prefer Vinz more~

{Samhain stared at Boogie, making the monsterous satyr confused.}

Boogie: What?

Samhain: Oh, nothing {mutters under his breath} Zuul is better...

Boogie: Oh, I see how it is! You're some sort of... Zuul fan, aren't you?!

Samhain: Yes, and? Zuul is much more of a good dog than that mangy mutt!

Boogie: Mangy?! At least, Vinz knows how to make fun unlike you and Zuul being sticks in th mud!

{The rest of the Overlords watched as the couple argued and debated over which Terror Dog was the best. The Sandman was worried, Wat couldn't give a crap, and The Grundel was recording the arguement with a cam.}

Sandman: Should we... stop them?

Wat: Let them fight. They'll have their apology make out in about 2 minutes.

Sandman: Ah, I see.

[the-blaze-empress]

top 5 ocs‼️‼️

WOOOO YEAAA BEST QUESTION!!!

1 - flykk. surprising absolutely no one at all. tragic doomed little satyr guy, i am rotating him at SUCH speeds in my mind im so normal about him i should listen to his playlist again and definitely not cry. god. he was so good. he IS so good.

2 - gotta go cam/chamomile. very autistic human apothecary with a very dangerous curse that they definitely didnt give themself!!! dingus gets a shoutout here too bc hes great. but yeah. cam. cmonnnn open up u know u need it u know u care about rune let urself care!!

3 - mavis. not wholly mine but like half so she still counts!! pissa fankid she is darling and baby and can do no wrong ever!! shes got littol baby wings like phil and a littol baby tail like missa and shes got her papa's eyes and her apa's hair and she's her apa's girl through and through and looves shoving things in her mouth that shouldnt be in her mouth <3

4 - veloria/v'nandi prolly. shes the opposite of flykk in such a beautiful way, very selfish, very traumatised, very Not Having A Good Time at the moment. girl needs to learn how to live with her mistakes and how to be a good person again instead of just panicking and running away

5 - east. havent really talked about this one anywhere but One Specific Server and theyre kind of a character i play/embody/am in mc and also kind of nebulous with time in their story. a human who survived the sculk infestation by becoming a slightly chthonic harvest god, splitting off a slightly emptier, mostly greyscale ghost version of them into the nether as they did so

i have sooo many more ocs also if anyone wants to know about them <33

ask me my top 5/top 10 anything!

[rock-n-onyx]

this is Cam! theyre a satyr but sheep style.. (idk loll)

i dont have a good reference for colors, but their skin is a medium deep warmer brown, their hair is veeeerryyyyyy dark violet. the jacket is also on the darker end, but honestly you can pick whatever you want loll

have fun! no worries if you dont have the spoons!!<3

Oooh they look so cool! I'm taking a little break, but I will be sure to get to them eventually

[georgiaandfriends]

ACTUAL INFO FOR MY OCS-Carmen Vázquez(TW:Self harm, abuse, mental Illness. Please be warned)

Nickname(s): Looney, Váz

Gender: Gender Fluid, but female majority of the time.

Race: Puerto Rican, African. (Afro Latina)

Age: 16

Height: 5’11

Weight: 150

Hair: black, 3b type curls.

Skin: dark brown, with scars in some places

Eyes: Magenta

Clothing: Weirdcore/clowncore/scene

Godly Parent: Persephone

Personality: Unhinged, condescending, confrontational, violent, Sardonic, Vindictive, (Heart of gold- we can fix her guys)

Temperament: Carmen is a Quick-witted and audacious person. She isn’t afraid to disagree with the status quo. In fact, she is not afraid to disagree with pretty much anything or anyone. Few things light her up more than a bit of verbal sparring – and if the conversation veers into controversial terrain, even better for her. Carmen isn’t one to stick to one side or belief, she's more interested in how people react to certain things. She is the ultimate devil’s advocate, thriving on the process of shredding people’s arguments to pieces. Sometimes she even rebels against her own beliefs by arguing the opposing viewpoint – just to see how the world looks from the other side. To her, no belief is too sacred to be questioned, no idea is too fundamental to be scrutinized, and no rule is too important to be broken or at least thoroughly tested. Carmen also has BPD, which causes her to have frequent mood swings. Carmen does have some childhood trauma that worsened her BPD, so some of these episodes end up being violent.

Moral/ethical beliefs: Carmen would never intentionally hurt someone. Sure she’s known to be violent and merciless in certain situations but she would never go past a certain point.

Fatal flaw: Paranoia

Religious beliefs: None. (But technically pagan)

Political stance: None, She would love to see the government burn

Hobbies: Botany, hiking, summoning the dead, Ghost hunting,

Habits: Carmen has a bad habit of skin picking, especially when she’s stressed. Quirks/eccentricities: Carmen is really picky about food.

Likes: Diet pepsi, pranking people, hanging out with Dionysus, Mai(formerly skylar)

Dislikes: (I can’t fit all of the food she doesn’t like, but that), entitled people, Ares campers, spiders,

Fears: Fear of fire, (Pyrophobia), Fear of tight spaces, (Claustrophobia), Fear of rejection, (Anthropophobia)

Strengths: Reading people, plant knowledge, being unreadable,

Weaknesses: Communication, listening skills, charisma,

Short term goals: Wants to out-prank the Hermes cabin, and Burn down the Ares cabin.

Long term goals: Wants to be “normal” in her eyes.

Occupation: Student, Camper,

Skills: Fighting, Plant identification,

Secrets: Carmen secretly loves children, despite scaring the daylights out of them.

Always has: Fidget toys, dagger,

Sometimes has: Cavalry sword,

Backstory: Carmen first came to Camp-halfblood when she was fourteen, and now lives there year round. Before coming to camp she lived with her highly abusive step mom, Stella. Carmen's biological dad died because of Hades's jealousy when she was 8 and it took a huge toll on both Carmen and Stella. Carmen lived with Stella for six years, and it completely destroyed her mental health because of what she endured. Stella took all of her anger out if Carmen, doing things like locking her in a closet for days without food, mentally abusing her, and breaking her things. The abuse did irreparable damage, leaving Carmen with severe PTSD along with her BPD. Finally Carmen was rescued from Stella by a Satyr, and taken to camp. Carmen was claimed after almost a month, because she'd put out a horrible forest fire. She's healing, as she attends therapy sessions with dionysus, who's she's really close to. She sees him as a father figure, and is one of the people at camp that she trusts besides her girlfriend Mai.

[boyduroy]

ADAD 2025: 30/365

Camellia Cedergren, or Cam for short 🐐 Camp Half Blood satyr and protector (sort of)

[libidomechanica]

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[raccooncass]

activities that happen when caelum and gavin hang out:

- gavin and caelum doing makeup and nails (it’s very cute and they both keep it on all day)

- caelum likes “turnip boy commits tax evasion” and they play together and do voices for the characters (they play “unpacking” too)

- baking! gavin makes sure they don’t make too much and he takes care of the cleaning magic

when they leave out together they get mistaken for big bro and lil bro so they went along with it (caelum does have 3 appearances: 1. satyr 2. human w/ ears and tail 3. full human with brown hair and normal ears and no tail (he really likes brown hair!))

in my version of the actor au, they are brothers and vega is the dad (avior and cam are cousins, only d(a)emon not related is scorpius and warden)

- typically park, ice cream, and shopping for FL since it makes caelum happy but gavin has to make sure caelum doesn’t give away the surprise

[limelocked]

pearls cam account is PearlescentMoo, i will cry, i got the idea of pearl being like a fluffy cow hybrid like satyr style, im weak, itd be so cute

[michael-svetbird]

: • AQUILEIA Archaeological Museum 'Mobile' Overview II: Phone cam pics | vids from Museo Archeologico Nazionale di Aquileia MANA @museoarcheoaquileia Tuesday 19|04|22. . 👉 PART 2: . • 1: Bronze Lamp, Swan and Satyr, Ca 2nd AD. From Domus North of Aquileia. 1st fl. . • 2: Mosaic with Fish, 1 AD. Stone tesserae, emblema inside terracotta box, From Domus North of Aquileia. 1st fl. . • 3: Head of Venus, Marble, Late 1st BC. - Early 1st AD. From the basilica of the forum. 2nd fl. . • 4: 'Portraits' installation between 1 and 2 fls. Limestone & Marble, 2-4 AD. From Aquileia. . • 5: Fibulae | Part of the display, 3rd BC. | 5 AD. Silver, Bronze, Glaze. 2nd fl. . • 6-7: Amazonomachy, 'Campana Relief' Architectural Decoration, 1st AD. From a suburban villa south of Aquileia. 2nd fl. . • 8: Msm Courtyard. . • 9: Sala with Amphorae: Proconsular Africa & Mauritania, Iberian & Italic Peninsulas, East Mediterranean: 1-6 AD. above | 2 BC. to 2 AD. below. "The maritime trade brought to Aquileia from the whole of the Mediterranean area essential goods such as wine, oil, fish sauce and fruit, transported in Amphorae of various shapes and sizes, and above all wheat." [ ©MANA ] 2nd fl. . . MANA | MSP 19|04|22 'Mobile' Overview Part II. The photographed objects is the property of MANA and subject to the Museum copyright. All labels & descriptions ©MANA museoarcheologicoaquileia.beniculturali.it [no commercial use] . . #aquileia #aquileiaromana #adriatic #romancity #archaeologicalmuseum #museoarcheologicoaquileia #museoaquileia #ancient #roman #portofluviale #romanport #portoromano #archaeology #archeologia #ancienthistory #museology #romansculpture #mosaic #architectonic #arthistory #heritage #mythology #deity #amazonomachy #amphora #sculpture #archeotravel #museumphotography #archaeologyphotography #michaelsvetbird @michael_sverbird ©msp @museoarcheoaquileia | aquileia 19|04 mobile II. | sorry for the watermarks (at Museo Archeologico Nazionale di Aquileia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdBNDmhI4hV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mimicmew]

Zombie Rat and Satyr Pumpkin!!! i think Cam will be some sort of fae

Rat really can't catch a break, huh? also pumpkin.. my beloved..