#cave house greece

[hometoursandotherstuff]

OMG, look at this cave house built into the side of a mountain in Oia, on the Greek island of Santorini. It has 2bds, 2ba, and can be expanded to a 3rd suite on the upper level. These homes date back to over 250 yrs. This one was updated in 1990. Investors rent them out as vac. homes, but there are permanent residents, as well. $985,752.

Can you imagine living here?

Look at how cute and cheerful it is.

A built-in rock niche with shelves.

I don't know why, but they only show a glimpse of the kitchen and entrance to the lower level.

Oh, that's so cute, the way they have the main bedroom blocked off.

The bed and this couch are built in. It looks like one can easily sleep on here, too.

Plus, there's a 2nd built-in sofa. According to some listings, the house has 2bds, 2ba, and others say it's just 1bd, 1ba.

This is a sitting room, in addition to the seating area when you enter.

Mosaic shower.

Look at the view from the front yard. Isn't that little gate cute?

This is stunning.

This is probably what the listing means when it says that you can put in a 3rd suite. There must be space up here.

Can you imagine even having this as a vac. home? I wouldn't mind living here, though.

Look at the rock the town is built on and in.

Beautiful blue roofs.

Here's the beach, and the listing says there's also access to a pool.

You can see how small the Santorini island is.

Oia is at the tip, right on the water.

https://www.jamesedition.com/real_estate/santorini-greece/super-investment-opportunity-in-oia-santorini-cave-house-at-caldera-10618160

[ultimatepad]

Private Residence, Paros, Greece,

Simple Architecture

[dlyarchitecture]

[greatdenimbeast]

Diamond Castle au- introducing, Shadow, Muse of History, Astrology and Astronomy

Once a mortal in ancient Greece, moulded from clay by an inventor and brought to life by the blood of a god, he spent his years caring for his ill sister, Maria. Doing his best to assist his creator in finding a cure. Since the blood of god ran through his veins and, seeing that his existence was a miracle in of itself, it stood to reason that he could be the miracle that helped save her

Cuz he was quite literally born yesterday, his sister loved to tell him stories about historic events, tales of gods and heroes to teach him about the world and how it cane to be. She was a damn good storyteller too, always leaving Shadow craving for more.

His favourites were the ones related to the stars, the constellations, so much so that Gerald noticed and taught him how to properly chart them

Maria wasn’t allowed to leave the house, her grandfather fearing that the elements would be too much for her and that often made her sunny demeanour dull and, looking to cheer her up, he did his best to find ways to brighten her mood until found one that worked

He entertained his bed-ridden sister with tales of history, of old dead heroes, of gods, of prophecies, things that he had picked up from local traders and travellers when he was out running errands for Gerald.

Maria was enthralled by them, hanging off of his every word

“The island of Crete truly holds such a monster?”

“It’s travellers gossip, but who’s to truly say.”

He wasn’t as good of a storyteller as she was but he did keep record of every story he could, and Maria loved it so that was all that mattered

As Maria got worse, Shadow started praying and giving offerings to the god Asclepius and the god Apollo, he doubted they would come to his aid but if there was a chance they could help he wanted to be sure.

But it was getting harder to cure her, some of the medicinal herbs they needed grew far off and the merchants that brought them to the markets to sell them kept marking up the prices out of greed. So Shadow, who had been blessed with inhuman speed, was sent off to pick the herbs himself, allowing him the opportunity to venture and see more of the world and bring back more stories, even making a few of his own, slaying a few monsters on the the way

The soldiers for the nearby king didn’t make it easier, tormenting the people for laughs, outright stealing, sometimes outright killing people when they refused to cave to their demands. Gerald was always being pulled away from his work for a cure to craft machines and statues for the king, the only reason the soldiers were unable to harm him or Maria when he refused was because of Shadow being there to protect them.

This became an issue when the king decided that he wanted Shadow

Soldiers stormed the house and workshop, taking the inventor prisoner, dragging him away to the castle and as Shadow tries to get Maria to safety she pushes him out of the way of blade and gets stabbed through her stomach

Shadow blacks out.

When he comes back, his hands are covered in blood, the bodies of dead soldiers litter the floor, his ears are ringing.

The only other breathing Shadow could hear besides his own was the shaky, laboured breaths of his older sister

He rushed to her side and examined her, the wound was deep, too deep. He tried his beat to clean up the blood but he could barely see what he was doing past his own tears. As he did he prayed, to his other father, to Apollo, to any god that would listen, to please save his sister, to not let her die

Then Maria’s hand squeezing his stopped him

“Sh…Shadow… o-one more story…”

“Maria please, please, i have to treat this, I won’t let you die, i won’t let you, i can’t let you die!”

“One…one m-more… please?”

“…okay… okay, one more story.”

So he shakily told her a story, about the fabled diamond castle, the birthplace of music, home to the museum of music. He struggled to remember parts of the story but Maria shakily helped him fill in the blanks

Then as the story concluded, Apollo made his presence known and applauded the two on how exemplary their storytelling was. It turns out Shadow has gained Apollo’s attention for a while, ever since he started praying to him and he had an offer for him

He wanted him to be his muse, an inspiration, a god. Initially Shadow wanted to refuse until Maria winced and coughed in his arms, then he got an idea

“…Lord Apollo I will accept this honour on one condition, that you heal my sister of her wounds and her ailment so that she may live as freely as she wishes.”

Apollo accepted these terms and gave Shadow, ambrosia (the food of the gods). It burned away his mortality and left him a god

And Apollo fulfilled his part of the deal, healing his sister, and did Shadow one better by turning Maria immortal so that she may be Shadow’s attendant to assist him in his duties before whisking them both off to the diamond castle

50 years later Shadow meets the next muse

[crushpunky]

drew starkey x actress!reader thoughts !!!

reader is already a fairly established actress, primarily in smaller indie films and horror movies, when she books for a new netflix show: outer banks

met on the set of obx season 1, where reader portrayed rafe’s childhood friend he eventually grew a strong attachment to

by the end of season 1, drew and reader had become close friends and decided to move into an apartment in downtown charleston

after a few months as roommates, as well as the start of quarantine, the two could no longer deny their feelings for eachother and started to explore their relationship officially as a couple. most of the obx cast had already noticed their closeness and had been running bets on when they’d start dating. jd won after declaring they’d start dating by may

though they had initially feared that the release of season 1 and the inevitable rise in their fame could cause a strain on their relationship, they found that the attention increasing on them only drew them closer

the two spent most of their nights in, cuddled on the couch with snacks and watching a movie. however, the occasional outing with the rest of the obx cast allowed for them to let loose— dancing, laughing, and drunkenly making out before heading home to crash

for their first anniversary, drew bought reader the fancy, purple coffee machine she had been talking about non-stop and reader finally caved and surprised drew with the dog he had been fawning over. the newest addition to the apartment being named charleston, after their shared love of the city

season 2 of obx was even more enjoyable to film, rafe and reader’s character’s romantic connection beginning to blossom

with the end of quarantine and the return to normality, both reader and drew were forced to spend long periods of time apart filming their respective projects. however, with nearly nightly facetime calls and surprise flower deliveries, their relationship continued as strong as ever.

after a particularly hard week of filming, reader cried to drew over the phone. the very next morning drew was on set, charleston excitedly tagging along

for their second anniversary, drew and reader spent two weeks in greece— basking in the sun, swimming in the mediterranean, and spending hours tangled in bed. for the first time in a very long time, the two were able to be themselves in the small grecian town, walking the streets without fear of paparazzi

after they reluctantly returned home to charleston, filming for season 3 of obx began. though the tumultuous journey to get there, rafe and reader’s characters had officially gotten together, season 3 further exploring their complex relationship

following wrapping for season 3, drew and reader opted to spend the holidays with drew’s family. for christmas, drew had wrapped a dainty box and, inside, sat a set of keys to the house the couple had been eyeing for the last few months--- a promised beginning to the rest of their lives

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Some European Renaissance Art Vocabulary

for your next poem/story

Acanthus - A prickly plant with large leaves; used as ornament in ancient Greece and the Renaissance.

Altarpiece - A religious painting composed of one or several compartments or panels; intended to stand on or hang above an altar.

Apocrypha - Literally, things that are “hidden.” The Apocrypha are not universally accepted as official scripture and are excluded from the old and new Testaments.

Blue - The color of the sky. In Christian painting, it symbolizes Heaven. Mary, known as the Queen of Heaven, wears a blue mantle. Blue pigment was derived from either the mineral azurite, a copper carbonate mineral, or ultramarine, made from lapis lazuli. The latter was very costly.

Burin - A pointed tool used to engrave lines into a metal plate that is used for printmaking. Ink applied to the plate will sink into the engraved lines and transfer to the paper.

Cartouche - An ornament in the shape of a scroll with ends folded back.

Coffered - “Divided in squares,” usually refers to a popular Renaissance ceiling treatment that used recessed squares.

Coat of Arms - A heraldic device identifying a person, family, or institution of the nobility.

Confraternity - An assembly of lay persons dedicated to strict religious observances.

Cronice - A horizontal band that crowns the top of a building.

Cuirass - A piece of close-fitting armor for protecting the chest and back.

Damascened - Metalwork ornamented with an inlaid design.

Diptych - A painting, usually an altarpiece, made up of two hinged panels. A triptych has three hinged panels.

Doge - The chief justice in the republics of Venice and Genoa.

Embossed - Metal that is hammered, molded, or carved so as to create a bulge or an image in relief.

Engraving - A process used by printmakers who cut grooves or pits into a wood block or metal plate with a sharp tool called a burin. When the plate is inked, the printer’s ink sinks into the grooves; then the plate is wiped, to remove the ink from the smooth areas. The inked plate is pressed against damp paper by running both between two heavy rollers. The pressure forces the softened paper into the grooves to pull out the ink, which we see as lines.

Entablature - The part of the building that is above the columns, encompassing the architrave, the frieze, and the cornice. This element was first found in Greek architecture.

Foreground - The part of the painted image that appears closest to the viewer, usually the lower area of the painting or other composition. The background, usually the upper area of the painting, appears to be farther back. The middle ground is everything in between.

Gold - A symbol of pure light, the heavenly element in which God lives.

Grotesque - A type of decoration found on Roman wall paintings that we reexcavated in the sixteenth century, especially in Nero’s Golden House. The wall paintings were found in underground caves called “grottoes,” thus, the newly discovered ornamentation was called “grotesque.” These wall decorations featured motifs characterized by imaginative, organic connections between disparate elements, including human figures, animals, insects, and birds, mythological and other fantastic beasts, architectural and plant elements.

Source ⚜ More: Word Lists

[pumpkinbxtch]

hi! I love your Apollo fics sm can I please request a fic we’re the reader is Percy’s older sister and she finds out there’s like a prophecy of her marrying Apollo and then like they eventually meet and fall and love and then what there marriage is like

𓇼 the sun & the sea 𓇼 〰✷〰

— apollo / lester x daughter of poseidon!reader

— part i | part ii | part iii | part iv |

☆ radiostar is playin': hot rod by dayglow...!

summary: There is a prophecy waiting for you to listen to it and although it may not be something you expect or consider possible. You know what they say about prophecies…they can't fail to come true.

warnings: none BUT long read, literally. got out of hand and i couldn't stop writing. that's bad? oh, fuck me, i'm sorry. a/n: i appreciate your request, thank you (although I think I changed it a little, sorry). HEAR ME OUT I feel like I owe a lot of love to those who love Apollo, so that's why I didn't entertain the idea of ​​making this long. Hope you like I know it's long, but I promise I did my best to make it bearable and fun, I swear. 😭

“The sea and the sun are not far away as they look…”

They told you to stay away from the attic of The Big House, but they never told you why.

“Only he can go up”, they said, and it seemed stupid to you because he was your younger brother; you were supposed to protect him.

“It's very dangerous”, they told you while Annabeth went up, even though you were a couple of years older than her.

“Only if you lead some quest, but…” but no, because as the years went by, they made sure to remind you of your place. They told you that you were powerful, smart, and capable, because, yes, you were Poseidon's firstborn, but not the chosen one. That was Percy, your brother. Did it hurt? Yes, as an older sister, you tend to aspire to greatness and be an example, but you didn't die; you got over it.

“What does it matter? Less work for me” you said as you watched your brother's back on all the missions. Anyway, you ended up stuck in his destiny.

“His destiny. But then, what's mine?” you wondered. Then, when you took a step near Rachel Dare's cave, they stopped you too.

“It's–”

“Dangerous.” You completed the familiar phrase with a look of disgust, avoiding Chiron's eyes. He just looked at you with pity, thinking to himself that if you went in there, you could cause more trouble for your father or Olympus… Or everyone; it would be a war among all the Olympians, something they didn't need with Titan Kronos already on their heels.

Dionysus gave you his typical mocking smile, the same one that made you want to grab the can of Diet Coke and throw it right at his disgusting Christmas-reindeer-red nose.

“It would be so interesting, but we don't need it,” he said as he dragged you away from Rachel with Chiron.

You weren't stupid, you knew there was some good reason. But damn, those fossils were sneaky and never let you get to your redheaded companion, who also avoided you like the plague. Between those two things, you never managed to achieve it. Even less so after you ended up fighting on the Argo II with your new friends, straight from real Greece.

Oh, man, if you had thought Kronos was a damn old grump, Gaea was an old ball-buster. You didn't even have time to think about your future when you didn't know if you had one.

After the second war is when you started to throw in the towel about the future. You realized that the last thing you wanted to know at that moment was whether you would have to fight against twelve more Titans, return to Tartarus, or travel to Alaska again.

New Rome became your new home, and you only waited for Percy to catch up with you along with everyone else. That is, until you returned home to pack new things and didn't find your brother studying just as he should be.

— Mom? — You asked when she came back from shopping.

She gave you that look, and you cursed.

— Relax, he'll be back in a while; he just went to drop off Apollo or well, now he's Lester because apparently he's no longer a god but Zeus…

— Wow. Wait, what?

As a hero of Olympus, touching, seeing, or talking to the gods was never impossible for you; in fact, it was much more usual for your taste, and although you had been through too much already, that was new. So, you found yourself immediately traveling to Long Island Sound on the back of a Pegasus, looking for your brother. You wouldn't let Apollo, Lester, or whatever he called himself now take your brother away to distract him with his godly stuff that surely wouldn't lead to anything good.

— Where's Percy?! — You shouted in the dining hall, making the campers flinch.

Chiron got up from his seat, and from there, he smiled at you, but it only put you in a worse mood.

— Dear, it's been a long journey. Please, sit and eat with us.

You lowered your head without taking your eyes off Chiron and tightened the dagger on your belt. There was no reason for it, you knew, but you couldn't help feeling that fury after knowing everything you had been through. Percy deserved a break.

— Where's my brother? — The pause between words made the campers squirm in their uncomfortable seats. They had heard about you, about everyone. to be exact, in the third lesson of history in their camp classes.

— He left Apollo and Meg in a field not far from here — Chiron decided to sit back down and began to spread the tablecloth nervously. — He probably should have already reached home while you were flying here.

You sighed, and as you relaxed your body, everyone seemed to feel relieved.

— He has exams, Chiron — He nodded, and you made your way to the table where he was.

— In fact, there are problems, and apparently, he promised to come back this weekend — Your eyebrows furrowed again, and Dionysus laughed.

— Girl, shouldn't you be in New Rome?

— I went home for a few more things, also taking the opportunity to see my family, and it turns out that my little brother was helping an ex god who can't fend for himself, risking his studies. — You replied without looking at him — And speaking of brothers, you should control yours, Mr. D.

The god of wine snorted, and you formed a mocking smile. — Insolent.

— Miss Jackson — Chiron intervened, and you softened your gaze toward him — You can stay tonight, you know you're welcome and after all, it's too late to travel on Pegasus.

You didn't argue with them; you'd never put your pegasus in danger. So, for the first time in a long time, you returned to your cabin, the same one you shared with Percy and Tyson for so many years, and you had to admit that you missed him. At dawn, you were preparing to travel, and you left at the moment you thought no one was watching you, how wrong you were because a few meters away, Apollo was hidden behind the cabin piles, admiring you from afar.

— She… — He felt his heart tighten, and his gaze unfocused. He cursed his mortal body for how weak it was.

— Pervert! — Meg shouted, alerting the other campers who turned confused, and Apollo blushed.

— Shut up, I'm not a pervert — He smiled exaggeratedly at the others, pretending a smile and letting them know that everything was fine.

— You saw her — Said a voice behind him once Meg was far enough away to hear. The brunette turned and smiled sheepishly.

— For a second — Apollo replied, avoiding his old friend's gaze; embarrassment nibbled at his body, and it became evident once his cheeks glowed.

Chiron had never seen him�� like that, so young, embarrassed, and notably imperfect, but despite Apollo's opinions about his recent change, he thought it suited him well, even found it amusing.

— You remember…

— I remember it well, Chiron — Apollo blushed even more — That's why I didn't approach her; dealing with my father's wrath is enough. Now I don't want to annoy Poseidon or I'll probably wake up dead on the lake shore tomorrow.

He played with the tips of his sneakers as buried them in the rocks on the floor; he looked like a scared little boy, but Chiron didn't judge him.

— I think you know what it means when she's around when you're close.

The ex god didn't want to pay attention, but he knew he was right.

— Although I remember who she is… there’s a problem. I don't remember how to avoid her…— Apollo's blue eyes looked directly at Chiron's, and the urgency on his face told him he was telling the truth. — If I don't know now, it's going to be harder; all I can do is hide if she's near.

— We've lasted many years with this circus, and as much as I respect the lord of the seas, I don't think this will last long. And you know what's more stubborn than a son of the sea god?

— The sea god — Apollo raised his eyebrows in annoyance, and Chiron resisted rolling his eyes.

— Fate, Apollo. You know it well, things are written. The prophecy is still there; it exists, and all we've done is delay the inevitable.

The brunette nodded with annoyance and waved his hand dismissively.

Although he wanted to pretend that he didn't care, the anxiety of what was to come ate at him. He knew very well that it wouldn't take long for you to discover what all these years had been hidden from you. If Apollo reflected better on that, he wasn't sure he wanted to continue keeping it to himself, either, 'cause those years had been torture for him. Yeah, he knew that you weren't yet mature enough for your mind to be stained with the weight of a prophecy that, unlike the others, not had to do with some quest or some imminent danger that threatened the entire world; but now you are in college, he couldn't wait for you to know.

The thing was, your father thought that the one who could be in danger was you, his precious daughter since Apollo was selfish, arrogant, and immature to have been around for eons. Poseidon could not fully explain the reason The Fates had woven such a destiny for you. So, until things had and could happen at the right time, in the right way, he warned Apollo to be close to you and he knew so well that be such an idiot idea to make him angry.

Before his thoughts could swallow him, Apollo shake them off and sigh to Chiron.

— Right now, I have a bigger problem. I think we've found something.

— Where?

— Here — Chiron frowned, and Apollo looked towards the camp's forest. — My dear friend, you have the Grove of Dodona here, in your playground.

Apollo didn't know that of all the decisions he had made in his life, avoid you was the best one he could make, because even if you had met that day or before, with the things that were about to happen to him, he wouldn't come back as half the man he was.

“Things at the moment, in time” the fates whispered in some place.

[multi-bookworm]

Why does nobody in this universe want to learn Greek like me :( making me sad, and bored, so I've made a list of all THE BENEFITS TO LEARNING GREEK:

1. The writing is really sexy. For example, even saying "you are a fish with a large forehead" looks beautiful

είσαι ένα ψάρι με μεγάλο μέτωπο

(even insulting someone is now gorgeous)

2. You could read Homer's odyssey or iliad with much less confusion since it will make more sense in the original language. Also you seem smarter reading the iliad or odyssey.

3. You seem really cool, this honestly comes with learning any new language, but Greek is connected to English, making it easier to learn, often, despite its complexity.

3. Understanding English itself will be easier since a large amount of the english language stems from Greek, as well as Latin, but Latin writing isn't quite as sexy (my own personal opinion, this is probably just because it is so similar to English, which is boring to me)

4. It is still spoken, as opposed to learning Latin, a dead language, making it easier to learn since you are more likely to have a conversation in it with somebody else.

5. The alphabet is interesting, as all foreign languages are, but the use of certain letters, how there are two different s's, three different i's and two different o's.

6. Interesting etymological origins from words. Some words came from myths, such as the man Narcissus, and particularly my favourite is when something is καλλίπυγος (Callipygious) which originated from an association with Aphrodite calling her Aphrodite Kallipygos, as well as roman reference of callipygian Venus. Callipygian means "one with/of beautiful buttocks," which I find to be quite hilariously accurate in addition to the common reference to Aphrodite in this manner.

7. If none of this enticed anybody and you dont think youll even go to greece so why bother, here are many things in Greece worth seeing:

A) THE MUSEUM IN ATHENS: multiple museums in Athens houses more history than the British Museum (that's saying a lot) with 11,000 artefacts in just the Natural Archaeological Museum in Athens alone (the British Museum has only 2,000 artefacts). Unlike many societies, they docked down much of what they did very early on so we have so much unscripted and crazy history from the Greeks alone in writing, and even moreso in their abundance of beautiful, detailed art. Even if you hate the Greeks (every country has done some bad things) it's still worth checking out the museums there just for historical knowledge and context, it will teach you a lot, i promise you that.

B) THE COASTAL WATERS: just look at the Mediterranean water, does that NOT make you want to jump in??

C) there are cats everywhere, particularly in Crete.

D) there are thousands of sites related to greek myths such as: the cave and temple of the Oracle of Delphi, which actually existed, and are still sometimes praised to Apollo today; Mount Olympus, the largest mountain in greece and worth a climb; the site where the Spartan Society thrived (my favourite society of all time, whom you should seriously check out here if you do not know already, if you do know... you should check it out also bc Weird History in yt really explains it accurately and in such a cool way).

E) greek culture. An ancient custom is to be kind to travellers, which was a belief that the traveller could be a God in disguise, so one always must treat them like a king and invite them into their home. (Again, this was an ancient custom, I'm not sure how prominent it would still be but it is a nice thought and the general public say that Greeks, particularly rural, are the loveliest people you will meet, for they have the strongest connection to this culture.) If you see blue roofs in greece this was a cultural belief as well, thought that rhat particular shade of blue would ward off evil spirits and protect the home from disease and impurity. Greece's long history of celebrated gods which are now well known worldwide through the many tales told about them and worship in their names.

If you still aren't enticed, that's okay, I am not offended, I'm just passionate I hope I didn't hurt anybody's feelings, and pls tell me if i have offended anyone who is greek themselves, because I am not greek, just heavily in love with your culture, so pls do correct me. Have a lovely day everybody :>

[arliedraws]

Do you think Regulus defected because of Kreacher or because he stopped believing in blood supremancy? Do you think he might have faked his death?

I’m rubbing my grubby lil hands together.

Let’s just proceed with the understanding that my opinion is based on my interpretation of the books. It is an interpretation which means—who fuckin’ knows if I’m right.

The short answer is— yes, sort of Kreacher, kind of? And to the second question, no.

I think Regulus was an arrogant, proud, and entitled little boy who was overshadowed by his brother. He was weak, and he wanted power. I see him as toadying after Sirius up until Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor. I think Regulus doesn’t cut ties with Sirius until Regulus secures his place in Slytherin (in case he needs Sirius’s protection). After that, he rejects Sirius entirely. Going out of his way to mock Sirius at school and tattle on him at home.

Regulus is also extremely vocal in his prejudice against Muggles and Muggleborns, using the slur Mudblood constantly and parroting his parents’ beliefs. He collects articles about Voldemort. He really looks up to Voldemort who is going to protect their way of life. After all, Muggleborns aren’t really full wizards anyway and they’re degrading and sullying pureblood lines.

But Regulus will always play second fiddle to Sirius. He’s not stupid—he knows his parents love Sirius more, particularly his mother. No one cares what Regulus does—they only care what Sirius does. For ages, he tries to get their attention, but they don’t care. So fine, Regulus can find someone else who will appreciate him. He joins the Death Eaters, but the only reason he’s allowed into the ranks is because of Bellatrix’s influence. Even so, he’s not in the inner circle. At all. And he’s tasked with really shitty things, and he’s serving the Dark Lord—he’s not getting any sort of attention or appreciation at all. He doesn’t have the stomach for torturing or killing—I believe Sirius when he said that Regulus was soft.

The truth is, Regulus knows that to gain any sort of power, he has to make his way into Voldemort’s inner circle. When Voldemort requests the use of a house-elf, he volunteers Kreacher. Regulus is fairly suspicious of Voldemort’s actions and he’s been piecing together the Horcrux thing, so when Kreacher tells him about the cave, Regulus is certain that he’s right about Voldemort. But he’s also exceptionally offended. It’s a fucking insult! Kreacher belongs to the Blacks—doesn’t Voldemort know who the Blacks are? Considering Lucius Malfoy’s utmost fury at losing Dobby and nearly cursing Harry inside the fucking school, I would bet that harming someone’s house-elf is extremely offensive (I mean, not in the way that it should be offensive).

Also, Regulus loves Kreacher. He loves the only person who seems to care for him (even if that person is his fucking slave and bound to serve him…).

But Regulus doesn’t give a damn about Muggles or Muggleborns. Voldemort has insulted Regulus by not including him in the inner circle, and he’s insulted the Black family by treating Kreacher like shit. So he decides to get his revenge by destroying the Horcrux…and we know how well that goes…

The funny thing is, I would bet Voldemort didn’t want Regulus at all—I think he wanted Sirius. If Voldemort had Sirius’s loyalty, Sirius would’ve been his most dangerous Death Eater (or, at least he would have given Bellatrix a run for her money), but instead, Voldemort was stuck with Regulus. And I doubt he hardly noticed when Regulus stopped showing up. Even Bellatrix might be like, “Oh, shit, I forgot about my little cousin. Anyone seen him lately?” (This is mostly because it would be funny.)

Okay, but to your question—did he fake his death? NO! But how fucking hilarious if he did?

“Everyone’s gonna be so sad I’m dead!” and then… no one really notices…

But five years ago, I started writing an AU where he DOES survive and fucks off to Greece to hide with Great Aunt Cassiopeia who demands, in return for her discretion, that he hunt down treasures for her mass collection. And maybe he fucks Charlie Weasley… and somewhere down the line becomes a halfway decent person after learning some fucking humility.

[violetren]

PJO!Show Medusa is a very special kind of tragic that feels much deeper than I remember it in the original book.

In the very first episode of the series we see Sally taking little Percy to a museum to learn a little about ancient Greece to help set him up for his inevitable future, but also planting the seeds of independent thought and a strong moral compass that will make Percy simultaneously an excellent hero and th BIGGEST headache for every Olympian, Titan, and otherwise supernatural being in the world. And she does this by prompting Percy to question his preconceived ideas of the monster Medusa. A woman who was tossed around by the whims of the gods and ultimately killed by them too.

The memory of this lesson carries over and is a major driving force in Percy's decision to follow Medusa inside her home even as his companions AND his enemy react to her as a straight up monster even before she has actually arrived on the scene. Annabeth sees a couple of statues and the "Aunty Em's" sign and is ready to GTFO immediately.

However it's not the only lesson in play.

In this same episode we are introduced to the concept of how monsters hunt. Not all of them are mindless beasts chasing down the scent of the most powerful demigod they can find. Some are drawn in by the demigods desire for glory, or feelings or inadequacy, their fear, or dissatisfaction with their relationship with the gods, and will use those same criteria to manipulate and tear down their prey. Something interesting about this explanation is that it still implies monsters are out there actively tracking down demigods to kill regardless of what is attracting them.

Medusa doesn't really fit with this proactive predator model creating a degree of separation between her and other monsters we learned about and seen so far. However they are very careful to never let us forget that she is a threat. As our heroes arrive there are petrified monsters everywhere and Alecto doesn't come closer than the driveway even after Medusa retreats inside because she knows that Medusa is 1. Powerful, and 2. Doesn't like her personally. Her personal distaste for another monster in the moment helps further distance her from the classic monster model we have been taught to recognise.

Inside the house we learn Medusa's version of the tale. How devout she was with nothing in return. How intoxicating it was to finally feel seen even if not by the god she had spent her life dedicated to. How she was shamed and punished for how eagerly she accepted that attention. She took her cursed punishment and turned it into a gift, a way to protect herself. It's a sympathetic tale. Percy is primed to be sympathetic. Grover who lived in the mythical world first then the mundane unlike both Percy and Annabeth even shows hesitation instead of being able to treat her as an out and out monster even if only for a moment. Annabeth is the only one who identifies her as a monster and sticks to it all the way through.

Everything is set up to make us question whether this iconic monster of Greek Myth, who we know from the books will attack, really is a villain this time around. This is especially effective in the current era of Medusa retellings as a tragic heroine, a protector of those who have been assaulted and abused, who was beloved by Athena not reviled.

Then the turn comes. She offers a deal to Percy, she'll help make sure no one can stand in the way of his goal, she'll petrify Grover and Annabeth if he asks. From there everything spirals out. We go down to her basement storage reminiscent of both a temple and her history as a shrine maiden, and the cave she lived in as a monster until Perseus came to claim her head. We get her villain monologue. Paraphrasing: "You could have taught the gods a lesson by taking a path other than obedience to them and their teachings. Now I will send you as examples and reminders of what their actions have wrought. I will make them see me."

Medusa in this show very much is a monster, despite all of the misdirects, but unlike all of the other monsters we have seen and all those we have been taught to expect even as she is stalking the kids in her basement she doesn't feel like some overblown mythical monster. She feels like a woman who has been driven to madness. Like she is trapped in a cycle and doesn't know how to exit it, so she pushes the onus of breaking the cycle on others and then punishes them when they can't.

If that wasn't tragic enough I have a theory on what she preys on as a monster and why.

She hunts on loneliness or at least a sense of being isolated, because that is the feeling at the heart of her creation as a myth and a monster.

She went a lifetime ignored by the figure she loved the most. Her curse isolated her. It was supposed to drive people away from her/prevent her from getting close to anyone. She was killed without being acknowledged as ever having been human. Then by the rules the dictate monsters in the PJO universe she came back, probably a few dozen times at least before we met her in canon. She set up her shop in the middle of nowhere, harkening back to her life after being cursed in her original myth. Most importantly she sets up on a saytr path in the middle of a new jersey Forest where she'll likely only be stumbled across by other singular lonesome beings.

To really nail down that feeling of tragedy, even though a lot of her victims clearly never got past being terrified of her, someone did. Grover's uncle Ferdinand did. He looked at her with solemn understanding, at peace with his fate, maybe even a touch pitying. He couldn't make her feel seen, or make her realise that she didn't need the gods attention after all this time. And if he couldn't then there was no way in hell that a couple of 12 year olds and barely working age saytr could, and so once again the cycle repeated and she had to die.

[tomkaulitzssgirl]

Hi!! Love your writing, and thought maybe you could write a little something about going on vacation with Tom (if you feel like it of course) Like the typical couple activities, reader wearing a sundress and collecting seashells at the beach :)) <3

summer trip | tom kaulitz

“oh my god! look how beautiful the view is from here!” you enthusiastically said as you looked at the beautiful landscape Greece was offering you.

you and tom needed a bit of relax after he had done so much work with the band and you had worked as well since you were in their staff crew, so you decided to take a small summer trip of a week in Greece, going to Santorini.

Santorini was a really cute and beautiful place to visit, the white and blue colours of many houses and avenues making it so aesthetically pleasing.

now the sun was about to set, and everything was so romantic.

“should we take a walk on the beach?” tom asked you while wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

you nodded with a bright smile as you took his hand, literally starting to run like children to the nearest beach you found.

“look at the sky, it’s pink. so beautiful.” you commented, making your intertwined hands dangle front and back as you walked.

“i’ve seen better.” tom answered, with a cheeky smile as he looked you. your cheeks grew red and you slightly pushed him, rolling your eyes playfully.

“should we sit here?” he stopped when he found a beautiful spot, there were reefs around it and it looked like a mini cave.

you nodded sitting down, he followed right next, placing his arm around your shoulders.

“i wish we could stay here forever.” he mumbled interrupting the peaceful silence that was created.

“yes, it’s beautiful.”

“and it’s just me and you. sometimes i wish it could be just me and you and no one else.” he continued, laying down right after with a sigh.

you looked down at him, before leaning to give him a sweet kiss. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

birds were chirping and flying above you, making you love this gorgeous scenario even more.

“oh! there are sea shells!” you exclaimed getting up, going a bit near the water, you got on your knees, the skirt of your short white dress flying a bit because of the slight wind.

there were many sea shells of beautiful colours that you were collecting, you loved them and thought that maybe you could create necklaces and bracelets with them.

as you were lost in your thoughts, you heard a click behind you. you turned around, seeing tom taking pictures of you.

“tom!” you whined before hiding your face.

“stop hiding, you look amazing.” he continued to take pictures and came closer, doing a real and proper photoshoot of you in the sand.

the pictures actually turned out pretty good.

“can i take some of you?” you asked tilting your head with puppy eyes.

“nah, i don’t like them.” tom shook his head, continuing to go through your pictures.

“but we need memories, let’s take some together.” you insisted, “pretty please?”

he sighed rolling eyes and you knew you had won. “okay, let’s take some fucking pictures.”

you giggled and placed the phone against a reef, tom sat down on the sand and you went between his legs. he wrapped his arms around you, his chin on your shoulders as both of you smiled. the count down finished and the picture was taken.

“it’s so cute! we should take another as we kiss, another as we walk and another maybe as we…” you kept rambling and pointing to places good for pictures.

tom just watched you, totally in love with everything you said and did. a small smile crept on his face as you kept talking and explaining to him why he should take pictures more.

“tom? are you listening?” you wrinkled your eyebrows, waking him up from his trance.

“yes i am.” he bit down his lip, grabbing your hips, pressing your body against his.

“mmh, didn’t look like it.” you squinted your eyes at him playfully.

“did i tell you you’re beautiful?” he whispered in your ear, kissing your neck.

your breath itched in your throat, “a million times today.” you gave him more space to kiss you.

his hands traveled down your ass, going under your dress and squeezing it, “i don’t think i’m gonna stop.”

you made eye contact, before slowly kissing him, your tongues dancing together, the sound of the waves the only thing you could hear.

“fuck. i need you.” he said on your lips after you broke away. he looked at the spot you guys were sitting down before and looked you with a raised brow, “a quickie before going to the boat ride?”

you laughed before nodding as he was already taking you there, “i’m in.”

[datotherd00d]

RSA Fanmade Dorms

Thought I should share a fleshed-out(ish) list of dorms that me, @chohouse , and @dizastermango made for Royal Sword Academy. Honesty thought that RSA should get more love (plus it was a lot of fun to make this, especially since I have some OCs that go to RSA). Also I made a Pinterest board for the dorms, the dorm uniforms, and their ceremonial robes.

The overall inspiration of these dorms were the supporting characters in the stories of the Big 7, but it’s the characters that were associated with the heroes. Now with that out of the way, here is the list!

- Iterspeculo: Spirit of Carpe Diem

Themed off of The Mad Hatter

Pronounced as “I-ter-speh-coo-loh”

Carpe Diem roughly translates to “Living in the Moment”

The complete opposite of Heartslabyul when it come to organization and tidiness

Basically an eyesore, and constant game of ‘Eye-Spy’

Dorm name was made with: ‘Speculo’ which is Latin for mirror, ‘Iter’ meaning journey, so it completely comes out to ‘Journey (through the) Looking Glass’ 

- Baoheart: Spirit of Mindfulness

 Themed off of Rafiki

Pronounced as “Bau-hart”

ALL DORM MEMBERS LIVE IN A GIANT BAOBAB TREEHOUSE! It’s pretty cool ngl

This dorm is SO chill and can be wise. They have a lot of relaxing activities like yoga and meditation sessions. Literally living that Hakuna Matata life 

Dorm name revolved around the tree that Rafiki lived in which is a Baobab tree, and the heart because it sounded better and more whimsical than tail or fang lmao

- Plimsoll: Spirit of Sharing

Themed off of Scuttle

Pronounced as “Plim-sl”

Nautical and sea port vibes with this dorm (ngl was hard to figure out, so I mixed it together)

Heavily community based! Everyone helps everyone out because why not? The more the merrier! 

Literally a silly headcanon, but the common room has a deep brown wood flooring to imitate a ship and someone made the joke of it looking like shit, so now everyone calls the common room the “Poop Deck”

Name came from the Plimsoll Line of a ship, which is a mark on the hull of a ship indicating how deep a cargo ship can travel safely to trade goods

- Sadjinn: Spirit of Friendship

Themed off of The Genie

Pronounced as “Sah-jin”

Kind of similar to Scarabia, but it has that overall “goodness” to it

Not as many parties, but still very much so community based

It’s a more creative dorm that leans more into enjoying what you have and making the most out of it with the people you have. Literally if Kalim was a dorm it would be this one.

Also, the Cave of Wonders is where the dorm resides, and it is surrounded by a beautiful oasis and small forest of sorts

Name came from: ‘Sadiq’ meaning friend in Arabic, and a Djinn (Jinn) is another name for the mythical creature of a genie (this is under the pretense of fiction and fantasy rather than the Arabic/Islamic religious aspect of Jinns) 

- Septierre: Spirit of Humility

Themed off of the Seven Dwarves

Pronounced as “Sep-tea-error”

Such a hardworking yet humble dorm. Like omg- this dorm is that meme that is like “It’s not much, but it’s honest work”

COTTAGECORE VIBES!!!

Literally all of the produce and materials for the school is from this dorm! The students in this dorm are basically all in agriculture and geology, it is wholesome and very simple living

Mostly flatlands with cottage dorm rooms/dorm housing. It’s cute ngl. A lot of orchards and mines and woodland creatures

Name came from: ‘Septem’ which is Latin for 7, and ‘Pierre’ roughly translates to ‘stone/rock’

- Fulgyros: Spirit of Growth

Themed off of Philoctetes (Phil)

Pronounced as “Fuhl-ger-ose”

Dorm of perseverance and growth (emotionally, physically, and mentally. Literally in every possible aspect)

Basically the gym bros/fraternity of the school lmao, but don’t worry, they’re usually himbos. Just want what’s best for everyone and will help achieve that goal

All Ancient Greece influences, kind of a mix between Mount Olympus and Phil’s home/training area. Ethereal and godly vibes with white and earth tones. One of the more pristine dorms, especially with their mostly white uniforms

Name comes from: ‘Fulger’ which is the Latin root word for ‘lightning’, the suffix ‘-ysos’ from Dionysus who Satyrs would be associated with (along with Pan), and ‘-os’ from mythos

- Rosasci: Spirit of Harmony

Themed off of The Three Fairies (Flora, Fauna, and Merrywheather)

Pronounced as “Roh-zeh-see"

Spirit comes from the three fairies working together to raise Aurora despite how chaotic it was. They worked in harmony together and were able to make things work. So that same vibe of responsibility and harmony of oneself and community is prominent in this dorm.

All roses imagery with no thorns. Thorns are a big nono in this dorm

Was another difficult dorm to figure out, but then again this whole school can be viewed as pretentious, so why not add in that overly sweet ‘goody-two-shoes’ aspect lol

However, this dorm is so pretty and very Fairycore with flowy and whimsical uniforms and decorations

Best way to describe the dorm vibe is the Moors in the first and second Maleficent movie

Name came from: ‘Rosaceae’ which is the botanical family name for roses. It’s a simple but pretty name.

- Bonus HCs

Snow White’s Wishing Well is the magical object(?) that sorts students into their dorms

The way it works is that you have to sing a tune or something into the well, and the well sings back to you what dorm you are sorted into. Note that the voice singing back is a collection of voices that are in perfect harmony. It’s creepy if you think about it because do those voices belong to anyone??? Who knows.

Also, students arrive to RSA in a brilliant, blinding white, pumpkin carriage drawn by horses, pegasi, unicorns, even comically large seahorses/dolphins, you name it! It’s magic- anything is possible.

Honestly think of the flying carriages in Sophia the First, and bam it’s that, but a white pumpkin! 

Everyone is alert and awake during their journey to the school, with various magical accommodations to make the trip as pleasant as possible. Hungry or thirsty? No worries, a menu with simple summoning spells fixes that. Bored? Don’t sweat- free wifi in the carriage AND a hidden movie screen to watch the latest block buster starring Vil Schoenheit  and Neige LeBlanche. It’s basically a first class seat on a magical airplane. Straight up comfort.

However, once you do arrive to the school and land, your luggage disappears (of course there is a notice before you land). Once you get your dorm and room assigned, your luggage will already be there waiting for you

Students are dropped off towards the back of the castle where staff greets the new students on the outskirts of a whimsical tree line. Upon crossing into the forest, students are magically dressed in their ceremonial robes and matching makeup . They all flood into a large whimsical pavilion full of seats (think of the one from Barbie and the 12 Dancing Princesses) that surrounds a very well known wishing well

After the ceremony, the headmaster opens portals to the Heart of the Castle where the main portals are.

RSA has a similar portal system to NRC, but the room is full of really pretty ports that fit the decorum of each dorm/school location. It’s located in the heart of the castle, which is easy access for the students and staff

That is basically all of the headcanons I had, and I hope it helps in any creativity process, or was enjoyable! Let me know if you want any more HCs or have any comments, questions, or concerns! It was a blast making this!

Also! If you want to use any of this for OCs or fanfics, please go ahead!! Just please link this post and like/reblog 🖤 I appreciate those who want to use this! Thank you!

[what-even-is-thiss]

super rough draft of thing

Thetis was allowed to set the conditions. She was as strong as the tides and as slippery as her father, so the solution to deter as many mortal men as possible seemed obvious. 

“He’ll have to pin me in a wrestling match.” she said.

“One of them will find a way.” Proteus warned her. 

“Don’t be stupid, old man.” she said. “I’m stronger than you.”

“You also know less about mortals than I do.” he said. “When they’re determined, they’re determined.”

He spoke in the cryptic way that those with forms of sight always spoke. With her father it was knowledge of the past and present, remembered like it was his own memory, but memory can fail from time to time, so he spoke as carefully as an oracle. She’d learned by now to not demand information out of him. He didn’t know her inner determination. Her hatred of weakness. Her anger born from the depths of the ocean with the skeletal remains and living forms of the deadliest fish. No mortal could be strong enough for her.

Men came anyways. Some were sent by the olympians or recommended to her by her sisters. Some heard the rumors from the men who failed. Once or twice a woman attempted it. They found just as much bad luck, burns, sheer cold, and near-drownings as the men did. One or two men died in the attempt. Most just gave up. There were mortal women almost as beautiful as her, much easier to wrestle to the ground.

Nymphs and minor gods were notified throughout Greece. Find a mortal man who is good enough for Thetis. A strong man, a powerful man, a pious man, a man that can quench the anger of the ocean. A man worthy of fathering a great hero.

…..

The huntress Atalanta was making new arrows, sitting in her hunting clothes behind her husband's house, linen sheets wrapped tightly around herself as she smoothed out the shafts in preparation of attaching them to the arrowheads.

The sun shone down on her from his chariot, warming her skin lazily in the summer heat. She wondered if her husband would join her on the hunt tomorrow.

“Hey”

She jumped and instinctively pointed the stick she was sharpening in the direction of the voice.

A woman. Hair tied up in green knots, general glow about her. Definitely a nymph.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” the nymph warned.

“What did I do now?” Atalanta asked. “Can’t you people leave well enough alone?”

“I know what you mean.” the nymph said, “But I have a message from Zeus.”

Atalanta instinctively wanted to cover her body at that name. Most women involved with the gods did.

“Not like that. He’s looking for a mortal husband for Thetis. You’ve met her?”

“Maybe once.”

“She’ll only marry a man who can wrestle her to the ground. Hopefully one that she’ll get along with.  Do you know a man like that, by any chance?”

“A man worthy of a goddess? I wouldn’t say there’s a lot of those.”

“Well if you don’t know…”

“No, wait. There might be one.”

…..

Peleus was happy to see her again. He ordered his cooks to make as big of a feast as they could manage with the current supplies. He asked Atalanta if she wanted to hunt the meat for tonight herself or if she would be happy with the sacrificed cow later.

She hadn’t seen him since they had abandoned the Argo. He hadn’t met Hippomenes yet. The two of them got along immediately. They were both favored by the gods, begrudgingly. They had both been bested by Atalanta and had their worldviews shifted because of it. They let her in on the conversation, treating her the same as a man.

So Peleus hadn’t forgotten then. Bare minimum test passed. She allowed herself to dance with her husband and laugh with her friend. So you got yourself a kingship after all? So you finally caved in and fell for a man? Well yeah long story. You should’ve seen her face when I dropped those apples. I almost killed him but he got out of my way.

Eventually she had to break the comfortable fog of old friends catching up. She waited until after the sacrifice and the burning of fat and bones, the roasting of the meat. Atalanta witnessed a gentle mist lift up from the fire. The gods were listening.

In the sleepy wine-filled depths of the night, she knelt before her old crewmate’s chair, hands on his knees.

“Peleus, I need to be honest about why I came. I’ve been sent here by the gods, possibly with a blessing, if you can earn it.”

Hippomenes sat silently at the window, staring out at the ocean. Peleus sighed. They all knew the curse of being blessed. He gently touched his old friend’s hand.

“Tell me.”

“Have you gotten any better at wrestling?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, the goddess Thetis is to be betrothed to a mortal man. The nymphs asked me who could be worthy of such a thing.”

“Me?” he asked.

“Maybe.” she answered. “First you need to catch her.”

…..

Atalanta had beaten Peleus in a wrestling match a long, long time ago when both of them had joined the hero Jason on his quest for the golden fleece. Now they were both more mature, a bit slower and more careful in their judgment, and Peleus knew now that he hadn’t been weak when he lost to her. Nobody could realistically beat a woman raised by bears. By many estimations the strongest mortal woman alive. But was she harder to beat than a goddess?

“She’ll be relying on the same strategy as Proteus.” Atalanta had warned him. “She’s strong, but she’ll be shapeshifting. Determination is more important than brute strength when hunting a god. They don’t know any technique. Their hubris is even bigger than ours.”

She showed him how to sneak so quietly that even a goddess couldn’t hear him. 

“Just don’t let go.” he told himself silently. “Don’t let go.”

He saw through the mortal mist into the rocks. She was disguised as a normal woman, hair all curly and black, white and yellow chiton blown about her body by the sea wind. And she was simultaneously unremarkable, terrible, and beautiful beyond measure. Knowing who she was, he could feel her cold deep anger from here, or maybe that was just the bone-deep terror choking him from the inside out.

Atalanta and Hippomenes watched from the palace walls, but only her eyes were sharp enough to pick out the details of what was happening. Hippomenes gently held his wife from behind, more for his own comfort than anything else.

“How do you know it’s her?” he asked.

Atalanta placed one hand over his hand, over her own stomach. 

“The nymphs say so.”

Thetis had been told to wait on different shores, at least sometimes. For a bit. In a pseudo-mortal form, the universe above the sky seemed even more infinite than it normally did. She wondered how long the olympians would keep up this charade. She wondered if it was too late to become a virgin goddess. No. She had never wanted that. Despite herself, despite her anger, despite feeling the safest among her sisters, despite her interest in governing, she had always seen her future self as a mother by a man. But why a mortal man?

Her question was soon to be answered as arms found her arms and began to pull her down.

Somehow her senses had failed her. She hadn’t heard him coming. Not even a smell. Panicked, she turned into an eagle and tried to fly away, but he still held her close, her wings unable to fly. Then she became a beetle but he kept her in his palm, then a shark, sharp scales cutting up his face, then a fire, burning his hands calloused from holding a spear, then a cat, a giantess, a pile of salt, a chariot, a mermaid, a rock, a sword, a poisonous snake, an eel, a gorgon, a goat.

And on and on she changed for hours, trying to stab him, freeze him, burn him, eventually reverting to her true form, giant, cold, force of nature. The unseen mortal man averted his eyes the moment he felt the brain-rearranging form of a goddess assault his eyes, but still he held on.

Eventually in her struggling she caught sight of his bloodied face, curiously red, curiously charming, and she returned to her pseudo-mortal form, layed in his embrace, and placed one hand on his beard while another wiped the curiously red ooze away from his eyes.

She coated her hand in the red substance and showed it to him.

“What is this?” she asked.

“Blood, my lady.” Peleus answered.

“Call me Thetis.”

[twoidiotwriters1]

The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Your honor I love this man -Danny Words: 2,001 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Safe and Sound' -by Graham Colton

LV: I've Had a Vision (I'm Delusional)

"That thing is really red," Percy comments once they get upstairs. "I wonder if it's cherry-flavored."

"Why don't you swim over and find out?" Annabeth smirks.

"How about no."

"Get married already." Ara snorts and turns to Frank. "So what did you find out?"

"According to my Pylos cousins," he starts, "the chained god we're looking for in Sparta is my dad... uh, I mean Ares, not Mars. Apparently, the Spartans kept a statue of him chained up in their city so the spirit of war would never leave them."

"Oo-kay," Leo places an arm around Ara's waist. "The Spartans were freaks. Of course, we've got Victory tied up downstairs, so I guess we can't talk."

"The Spartans were quite vicious when it came to how they trained their warriors—I wouldn't be surprised if they thought chaining Ares was like, saying they had the upper hand in battle," Ara comments.

Jason leans on the railing and winces. "On to Sparta, then. But how does a chained god's heartbeat help us find a cure for dying?"

"Piper said something about visions in her blade," Hazel mentions. Everyone turns to the girl, but she's scowling at Jason's injury, not listening to their conversation. "Piper?" Hazel repeats.

"Sorry, what?"

"I was asking you about the visions. You told me you'd seen some stuff in your dagger blade?"

"Uh... right." Piper brings out the blade. Everyone throws nervous glances at Ara, and that doesn't feel endearing in the least. "I, um... I don't see anything right now. But one vision kept popping up. Annabeth, Ara, and I are exploring some ruins—"

"Ruins!" Leo pipes in, letting go of Ara and rubbing his hands like a fly. "Now we're talking. How many ruins can there be in Greece?"

"Quiet, Leo," Annabeth scolds him. "Piper, do you think it was Sparta?"

"Maybe. Anyway... suddenly we're in this dark place like a cave. We're staring at this bronze warrior statue. In the vision I touch the statue's face and flames start swirling around us. That's all I saw."

"Flames." Frank makes a face. "I don't like that vision."

"Me neither," Percy mumbles, eyes on the sea serpent. "If the statue engulfs people in fire, we should send Leo."

"I love you too, man." He scoffs. "I didn't keep the Polaroid, you know? No need to threaten me."

"You know what I mean. You're immune. Or, heck, give me some of those nice water grenades Ara designed and I'll go. Ares and I have tangled before."

Ara clicks her tongue and shakes her head, deep in thought. "No one said we had to fight him, you bubble-head. For all we know he might need saving..."

"Does Ares sound like a helpless god to you?"

"It does when he's chained," Ara argues.

"If Piper saw us three going after the statue, then that's who should go," Annabeth stops their bickering. "We'll be all right. There's always a way to survive."

"Not always," Hazel reminds them.

"Gee, guys, we can't all be depressed!" Ara scolds them with sarcasm. "Mom said it's my turn with the saddies!"

"I'm the one that's dying," Leo retorts in the same way.

"Which reminds me," Frank shows them the vial of poison. "What about this stuff? After the House of Hades, I kind of hoped we were done drinking poison."

"That's just one ingredient," Ara shrugs. "We might get to mix it with, dunno, some cherry-flavored coke?" She smirks at Percy. "You know, in the past, some people used to consume poison in small amounts to build resistance to it. Maybe it's the same."

Everyone turns to Annabeth and she shrugs. "Do I look like I'd know that sort of useless info? Ara's the one with the weird death interests."

"Don't worry guys, I'll figure it out," she smiles at the group.

"Not by testing it," Percy argues.

"I'll read a book."

"You can read?"

Ara reaches to punch him and Frank steps in to keep them away from each other.

"Store the poison securely in the hold," Annabeth continues while the siblings bicker. "For now, that's all we can do. Once we figure out this chained god situation, we'll head to the island of Delos."

"The curse of Delos," Hazel sighs. "That sounds fun."

"Hopefully Apollo will be there," Annabeth keeps talking still deep in thought. "Delos was his home island. He's the god of medicine. He should be able to advise us."

"I volunteer for that quest too," Ara says, trying to sound casual.

Leo immediately protests. "No way!"

"What? You can't stop me from looking at my favorite god from up close!"

"No, I agree with Leo on this one, you should stay here," Percy teases her. "Unless you still want to become her muse?"

Leo looks at her with worry. "You're not a kid anymore, what if he tries to woo you?"

"That's not why I'm going!" Ara blushes. "Listen, he still thinks I'm his biggest fan, right? If I ask him to help, give a few compliments, I bet he'll cave easier."

"Something tells me he'll cave to more than that," Leo mutters and Percy nods dramatically.

"We're derailing!" Ara huffs, getting redder.

The sea serpent blows out steam, distracting her brother. "Cherry has figured out we're not a dragon. Maybe we should take to the air for a while?"

"Airborne it is! Festus, do the honors!" As the ship rises, Leo checks out the monitors. "We should reach Sparta by morning—And remember to come by the mess hall tonight, folks, 'cause Chef Leo is making his famous three-alarm tofu tacos!"

Everyone scatters and Ara leans on the control board, nudging Leo's side. "You're not really that worried about Apollo, right?"

"Why would I? You're just like, madly in love with him since always," he punches buttons with unnecessary force.

Ara sighs. "You've been touchy today," she gently grabs his shoulder. "Please, tell me what's bothering you."

Leo looks up at her with annoyance. "What is your problem, huh? Isn't it enough to have me wrapped around your finger, you have to know every thought that crosses my mind?"

Ara holds back a grin. "I'm sorry... It's just that I, like Piper, had a vision. Except my vision is more like female intuition rooted in the fact that I'm in love with you and can tell when you're unhappy."

Leo turns away to operate the Archimedes Sphere. "Nothing important..." he mumbles, but Ara hears it.

"Hey, none of that," she frowns, circling his frame to face him. "You know better." The boy seems in a terrible mood, and Ara knows she's running out of time to fix things between them. "How about a spa night after dinner?"

Silence.

"Just the two of us?" He mumbles something in response, staring at the monitors with a pout. Ara smiles. "And you can stay the whole night."

"You had me at spa night, doll," he looks up with a sort of enthusiastic grin that lacks his usual energy. "Thank you."

Ara kisses his forehead gently. "It's your turn to lean on me."

Despite having a fun night with Leo, she still didn't get much sleep. Her eyes open at four in the morning and after that, she can't stop the noise in her head, so she slips out of Leo's embrace and makes her way to the showers.

Ara can be extremely tired before bed and still wake up too early to be considered a healthy rest. Most times she's lucky enough to not feel tired throughout the day, but this morning is not one of those. Her eyes feel puffy even after the shower, her head hurts, and as she watches Leo's peaceful expression pressed against her pillow, she has to suppress the urge to throw a hairbrush at him out of envy—and also because he was the reason why she stayed up so late.

No one is awake, so she eats alone in the Mess Hall, then spends an hour dozing off on the table trying to review their trajectory, jumping out of her seat every time something creaks or her muscles spasm. She considers going back and cuddling up against Leo but then he walks in, hair all over the place and eyes sleepy.

"You abandoned me."

"I couldn't sleep," she grumbles. "I feel like crap and it's all your fault."

Leo walks past her and gives her a light kiss, sniffing the top of her head. "At least you don't smell like it," he jokes, still having that sleepy voice Ara loves to hear.

He hands her a cup of dark coffee. Leo doesn't like it but Ara does, and even though a normal cup does nothing for her, a heavily charged espresso makes her brain jumpstart better than most things.

Leo sits down and grabs a bag of Fonzies, but Ara takes it away and places an apple in his hand instead. "You know," he moves his chair to face her, taking a bite from the fruit. "You do this to me a lot. I wake up and you're gone."

Ara takes a sip of her coffee and grimaces, then coughs a little. "Not on purpose. I don't know, maybe my body isn't used to sharing small beds," she suggests, rubbing her eyes.

"So your body doesn't want me near?" Ara glares at him but then realizes he's smirking. "Just teasing, sunshine," he bites the apple and winks at her, leaving his seat. "Finish your coffee, I'll check how long 'til we get to Sparta."

Ara wants to kill Percy after he explodes all the pipes in the Argo II—she also gets a little bit anxious after hearing Piper's dream, but spending a whole afternoon smelling like a toilet after his whoopsie isn't fun, so Leo takes the boy downstairs to repair the water system as punishment.

Once on the ground, and after walking for like half an hour, Piper and Annabeth find some ominous holes and conclude that they must jump in them, so the day is officially ruined. 

Ara stifles a yawn. "Am I allowed to jump in first or am I still not reliable?"

"They weren't doing this before..." Annabeth approaches the pits and examines them, her eyes are still puffy from the crisis she had five minutes ago. 

Ara doesn't want to think too much about it, but the older girl told them about that scary moment when Percy tortured the goddess of Misery, and Ara isn't surprised, her brother has shown before he's very capable of being callous, but Annabeth hasn't been paying as much attention to that side of Percy as Ara has.

"There doesn't seem to be any pattern. The timing, the color, the height of the fire... I don't get it."

"Did we activate them somehow?" Piper stands next to Ara. "Maybe that surge of fear you felt on the hill... Uh, I mean we all felt."

"All I feel is tired," Ara mumbles, yawning again.

"There must be some kind of mechanism..." Annabeth insists. "A pressure plate, a proximity alarm."

Ara shakes her head. "Don't feel any of that. Just steam and fire coming out at random moments. Could be some kind of uh..." She waves a hand vaguely. "Nature stuff."

"No." Piper glares at one of the geysers. "It's none of that, it's emotional."

"How can fire pits be emotional?" Annabeth asks with annoyance.

Piper reaches out with her hand over the hole, then retreats when a bunch of flames comes out of it. "Piper!" Annabeth yanks both girls back. "What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't. I was feeling. What we want is down there," Piper gets to work. "These pits are the way in. I'll have to jump."

"Are you crazy? Even if you don't get stuck in the tube, you have no idea how deep it is."

"You're right."

"You'll be burned alive!"

"Possibly." Piper takes off her sword and throws it into the pit. "I'll let you know if it's safe. Wait for my word."

"Ara!" Annabeth turns to her scowling. "Tell her something!"

"I mean, if you die, Jason will let himself die too so he can be with you," Ara shrugs and rubs her eyes. "However you feel about that, act accordingly." Piper gives her a dry laugh, and then she jumps. A few seconds later, enormous flames come out, and Ara winces. "Damn, maybe she wants him dead..."

Annabeth's voice trembles. "Piper?"

"Yeah!" The girl replies, sounding way below. "Tell Jason he still has to recover!"

Ara sighs. "Alright, my turn."

Next Chapter –>

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Apollo love (platonic) in particular.

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About Me

Age: 19

Nationality: American

Religion: Roman Catholic

Pronouns: She/Her

Romantic Orientation: Sapphic Demiromantic (sometimes I use Panromantic)

Sexual Orientation: Asexual

Current Obsessions: Greek Mythology, Apollo, Trials of Apollo, Apollo, Ancient Greece, Apollo, Roman Empire, & Apollo

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Copollo Playlist

Hyapollo Playlist

Favorite Posts

The Copollo Fic Masterlist

Fic Recs

🏹➳~My Fanfics~➳🏹

Fanfic Update Order

The Works of Apollo - RRverse Canon Compliant

Adventures in (Grand)Parenting: Featuring Koios - Our favorite grandpa and his many trials and errors at grandparenting

Alder's Mess of ToA AUs - RRverse Canon Divergent AUs within the series

The Crew of Dodona - ToA Pirate AU

The Odds Are Never In Our Favor - Hunger Games/ToA AU (playlist)

Mythology Fics - The OG myths

Tag List:

#ramblings of an oracle - me spouting whatever i what

#the oracle speaks - asks i have answered <3

#my incorrect quotes - IQs from my own fanfics, not from the myths or ToA

#my art - self-explanatory lmao

#fic asks - asks about my fanfics <3

#ask game - responses to an ask game

Mythology

#apollo love

Duos

#sun n moon twins - Apollo n Artemis <3

#truth n lies - Apollo & Hermes

#logic n chaos - Apollo & Dionysus

#knowledge & wisdom - Apollo & Athena

#theives' hunt - Hermes & Artemis

#poetry and love - Apollo & Aphrodite

#light and fire - Apollo & Hephaestus

#plague and war - Apollo & Ares

#stepduo - Apollo & Hera

#harmony & order - Apollo & Zeus (mainly ToA)

Groups

#the disaster trio - Apollo, Artemis, & Hermes

#queer quartet - Apollo, Artemis, Hermes, & Dionysus

#troublesome triad - Apollo, Hermes, & Dionysus

#raggamuffin kids - all of the second-gen Olympian sibs

#civilization trio - Apollo, Hermes, & Athena

#the music gang - Apollo & the Muses

#chaotic crew - Apollo, Dionysus, Hermes, & Persephone

#tasteful trio - Apollo, Dionysus, & Aphrodite

#delphic triad - Leto and her babies <3

#regal trio - Zeus and the twins

#raggamuffin parents - 1st gen Olympians AKA the children of Kronos

#delphic fam - the maternal side of the twins' family <3

Ships

I love many Apollo ships, both mythology and ToA, so do not be surprised by the Variety~!

also in this house we stan poly Apollo. whenever I write Apollo, ToA or myth him, he's poly :3

#hyapollo / #apollocinthus - Apollo & Hyacinthus

#copollo / apollodus - Apollo & Commodus (ToA)

the guilty-pleasure, absolute TRAINWRECK of a ship between Apollo and Commodus. *slaps ship* i can fit so many ISSUES into this ship!

#apricity - Apollo & Boreas

#sunkiss - Apollo & Branchus

#triple a - Apollo & Admetus & Alcestis

#freypollo - Apollo & Frey (ToA/MCatGoA)

#the music gang - Apollo & the Muses

and i unfortunately don't have ship names for these yet :(

#apollo x cyrene

#apollo x rhoeo

The Stuff

#greek mythology analysis

#incorrect greek mythology quotes

#mythology aus

#greek myths

#greek myth fanart

#greek myth memes

#greek myth headcanons

#greek myth vines

#greek fam tree

#greek history

Then just type in a god/goddess to find stuff with them in it. I can reassure you i will have plenty of stuff with Apollo, Artemis, & Hermes.

sometime tho i will put extra stuff behind it (ex: #pan the god)

for reference: I classify a "meme" as a funny post with pictures or something like that. A "quote" would be, well, quotes.

The Trials of Apollo (RiordanVerse)

*stuff that is exclusively from ToA*

#sunflower siblings - apollo & meg

#sibling shenanigans - apollo, artemis, thalia, & jason

#triumvirite holdings - the three nasty emperors

#prophecy pair - apollo & rachel

#incorrect trials of apollo quotes

#nero

#commodus

#caligula

#meg mccaffery

#python

#toa fanart

#toa theory

#riordanverse headcanons

#toa memes

#toa polls

#toa fanfiction

#apollo fanfiction

#if i was a demigod

ToA Fanfics

#tsari: eclipse

Epics

#the iliad

#the odyssey

#the aeneid

#the trojan war

#trojan war memes

#incorrect trojan war quotes

then just type in a character's name (Ex: #diomedes) and it should pop up. However, some characters I've put extra stuff with like:

#prince hector

#helen of sparta

#jason the argonaut

so as i go/find those names with extras in them i'll place them above

Other

#not myths but it's related

#rome

#poetry

#music

#the haiku bot

#resources

#blood of zeus

#roman emperors

#sacred animals

#statues

#paintings

#notes for later

#not myths

#rhymes

i have a tag for other deities so just type in their name and then what religion they are (Example: #frey norse god; thoth egyptian god; bast egyptian goddess; ect.) <- all one tag

i won't do it often, but i also may reblog stuff from other mythologies like norse or egyptian (HA I SPELT IT RIGHT FIRST TIME WHOOP)

[fivecenturiesverse]

full discography for the “your love is standing next to me” series

Small Town Satan, (IP, Single, 1991)

“gotta run from myself // if I wanna outrun Matthew Hopkins // got blood on my hands // but I swear it’s from holding my own guts in”

Car Trunk’s Bloody, (NBB, Single, 1992)

“we got out // but I’m still wringing out bloody clothes // got weapons crusted black // in the trunk of my car”

Grand Canyon Through Town, (NBB, Single, 1993)

“she’s looking down the canyon // where daylily and larkspur grow // columbine and yarrow // wondering how Arizona came east”

“and when the gorge opens up // and swallows us down, down, darling // and our footprints, erased from the school bleachers // and the parking lots cave in like sink holes // just take my hand and we can fly // when the gorge opens up”

Iron Briars, (NBB, Album, 1994)

Iron Briars

“candle wax pools // still spool of fire gold // through iron the tennis // goes one way // then the next // one moment home // the next some place else // candle wax pools // but who lit the candle?”

Summer at Skull Rock

 “war council by the great rock // had a few girls up here // when the weather was nicer // now summer sits storm heavy // and the flies hum in the shade // and the stink of loam rises // don’t think me and girls’ll be back again”

Eyeless House

“party town // pool fill up with blue sound // and spirits // (take a sip) of her soul or his // (take a sip) of whatever they offer round”

Tennis At The Country Club

 “eighties lovers say: // just back from Greece, // European holiday // to Rome or Nice // country club girls // in tennis skirts // and mommy’s pearls // so the ball boy flirts. // you’re by the fence: // all American dirt // an’ no money sense // ball boy says // “twenty love” // but I think you’re // another kinda love”

Supine

“laying where the Dali clock drips // in the bed of pine needles // and the nest of second hands // time runs grey // not ichor bright // slow like a camel // and the eye of a needle // aureate sand in the hourglass // unblinking or maybe sleeping”

Racket

Flashy Car

Empty Master Bedroom

Tunnels

Whistles Moonlight

The Strangest Shade, (IP, Album, 1994)

The Strangest Shade

“jade’s a shade too bright and she // wades out beside me into the Styx // black dye bleeding from her little midnight dress // slack goes her mouth // and it isn’t dye but blood // hand to her stomach // I let Jade die // in the jade black waters // of Hades’ Styx”

Ghosts in Newspaper Print

 “there’s a ghost sitting // on the wall where the clock should // she raises a finger to her lips // and it’s stained last years date // in newspaper ink // I want to go back, weather permitting”

Big City Satan

Glass Shards

Galactica Girl

Adeline

“she tastes like brine // my sweet Adeline // never seen a girl so fine // it’s like deep sea diving when our lips align // my girl so vulpine // and I cannot divine // why she wants to entwine // with me as her Valentine // the sweetest Adeline // how does outshine // even the coastline // rhyming goldmine”

Bo Peep

“we held tight the lambs // him and I // (him and I) // and stamped them // with our paint mark // so we might find them // when the world got dark”

“now they carry age // and heavy pelts of wool // still carrying our mark // in the eyes and the soul // and tells the world we were here // before they could stake a claim”

Corroded Coffin

Viscera

Ash Weekdays Ending in Y (For Preachers), (BTBB, Album, 1995)

Un-Nuclear Families

“miracles align when it’s you and I // facing down monsters as > mom and dad”

“don’t take my hand if it doesn’t feel right // God I hope > it feels right // feel like both my hands are left // and my feet forget to dance // and our kids are watching // ours since God made our shoulders wide // to hide them and build like Noah // a home from the kraken’s ribcage”

Winter Birds Love Ladies Too

 “a little birdie tells me // to take one of seven deadly sins // like an old lady’s purse toffee // and stick my teeth together”

Ash Weekdays

 “doesn’t hurt to try // if the day ends in ‘y’ // doesn’t hurt to try // till it does”

In My Palms

“however the time passes // like palm ashes through my fingers // the indent of your teeth // against the bone of my knuckle // feels like yesterday and today // and it will be tomorrow”

Was My Girl

She Is

Found Deep

For Preachers

Days Ending In

There’s Nothing Under the Bed, (NBB, Album, 1997)

Lost in Fairy Land

 “lately when the house grows cold // I feel memories thought lost // creeping out of the dark // with white spider’s legs // they grow and grow // inch closer and closer // I feel memories thought lost // in the fires of fairy land”

Breaker Box

Dwell

Sarah

Maria

There’s Nothing Under the Bed

Eyes!

Eyes II

Bridal Style

Witches Screamer, (IP, Single, 1999)

“moons come crashing down // like asteroids of love”

“like asteroids of love // in the fever dream // where time waxes and wanes // falls wide open, gibbous // and lets the wide river time // draw past in slow and marching number”

Miracle Haze, (NBB, Album, 2000)

Fungi Funky

“beyond wasted babe, you think the sky crashes down”

Miracle Haze

 “loving you like a bruise // don’t fade to that miracle haze // purple wine stain like a storm brews”

What He Said In Nonsense

“just try falling, it doesn’t matter why // promise it won’t hurt if it doesn’t”

“and it’s like sunlight // on my poor face // red lightning fades like capillaries // you bloodless but alive enough to smile”

Marmalade Mornings

Lavender, Allium

Space Out

Forage

Amelia

Pizza Van Greens

Cheapened Scars, (IP, Album, 2003)

Dream the Law Maker

“miraculous doesn’t fade like cheap scars // keep drinking pinot noir with panda eyes”

“she’s the asteroid and fever dream // it’s a miraculous, world cracking love // the cusp of greatness it seems // us with the wine-stain devotion // that won’t wash out // like rocks even time can’t carve aside”  

Long Drive By Compass

“what I said that day, and why I left // haunt me like you in the back seat // from Cincinnati, on”

“long drive by nautical means // (magic compass) show me a way that ain’t home // feel like I’m swimming in you still // angry words like the choppy sea // first saw the sea with you // now you’re not beside me it seems // that life is a long drive by nautical means”

“your eyes in the back seat // from Cincinnati on // your dark eyes too warm // when your mouth is that cold”

Loveless Loser Overture

“sun strike me down now if I’m wrong // strike me down now // strike me down // bloodless like king kong”

“a V of geese silhouettes // marking the season turn // like the browning leaves // and cold north winds // horizon afire with sunset // strike me down now // or send me home”

Pantyhose Doorknob

On The Run Blind

Shades

Motel Blues

Cheapened Scars

Stealing Candy From ‘Em is Easy, Try Killing For, (BTBB, Album, 2005)

Killing For Candy

“killing for you ain’t sweeter // but sometimes it’s easier // than taking loving hold of loving hand”

On the Road to Hell

 “little council // full of words learnt // on the edge of death // and the cusp of life // I want to set school desks // amidst the rocks // and leave them to learn // while I ride // to the valley of death”

Dirty Mattress Portals

Aftermath

Back of the Gymnasium

 “only time our paths cross // you drinking water like it’s life blood // sweaty bangs and short shorts // watching me sell out // to the after school flood”

Magic’s Name is Numbered

 “magic’s a little girl (magic’s the little girl) // who talks on the radio (talks on the radio) // magic’s a little girl (magic’s the little girl) // standing next to me (standing in front of me) // when our days are numbered (numbered, darling) // magic’s that little girl (that little magic girl) // who rides the lightning storm”

Childhood Sweet Tooth

 “he took a dance (she took a dance) // out on that gym made ballet score // she’s in her eyes (like the world spins past) // he’s in his eyes (like the sun awakens you) // they’re dancing up a storm // bright like nebulas made candyfloss (like liquorice black holes) // they took a dance (gym made ballet score)”

Quarry

Arcade Parking Lots

Fungi Funky Reprise, (NBB, Single, 2006)

“we know we’re madder // than that hatter // oh darling, at and with and -ly in // and something in-between // did you really think the sky would crash down? // when it’s you and me?”

The Orange Tree House, (NBB, Album, 2007)

Lionesses Stalk My Kitchen

 “the girls bring in the carcass // rotting, foetid, technicoloured fleece of dreams // they say eat it, like toffees, this time swallow // and oh, my heads falling at the seams // and something in my heart is hollow // carrion crows hop on my lion’s deadly sin // the girls loll in the sun // and wait for us to eat”

“wrinkles and sun damage // on Leonid leonine eyes // textures my fingertips have known // counted, loved // smoothed and designed // an image of time // I: the architect”

Scarlette

“wind rush in the Corvette // her eyes starlit // and her kisses like orbit // eyes like chocolate // big bang started with a turn of the faucet // to meet Scarlette // brink where stars are darkest // her eyes starlit // and her kisses like orbit // eyes like chocolate”

Greenwich Mean Time

 “time feels like rust on a porch swing // like flowers growing where the earth // opens her mouth to sing // time feels like that, on summer days”

Polarise / Polar Rise / Polaroid

“_polarise opinion, doe eyes // darling knows she’s too good for Polaroid // but digital’s for the tabloid // let me take a picture girl in Vogue // polar ice will rise // before your looks polarise // Polaroid like it’s eighties, darling // doe eyes, and kissing girls // is in vogue”

FL

Oranges

Bella

1990

Guest Room

Suntrap Garden

Gilded, (IP, Single, 2008)

“it was girls hopping stepping stone rocks // below the boulders of your gallery // (take your pick, liege) // beer sweating up in the copse // please don’t ask for Mallory // she don’t want to join the gilded folk // or to float that blue sound soak // girl on the stepping stones alone // someone said her name is Sloane”

“soft eyed king // and Sloane // outside the stars and Mallory // dance the wizard dance // John and the innocent // tied by strings”

Daffodils In Autumn, (NBB, Single, 2009)

“don’t turn your eyes from that rear-view // I’m in the mirror calling, don’t look at the road ahead”

“Leala follows God across the sky // in your wing mirror // held by spider web strings // into blue and bird sound sky // into grey overcast // ahead on the road // songs and stars dance // Leala holds her peace // I’m in the mirror calling, please”

Wish Monsters Stayed Dreaming, (BTBB, Album, 2013)

Second Look

“honey, I’ve gotta feeling somethin’s outside // don’t take a second look, I don’t wanna know”

Where Are We Going Now

“I’m looking in the mirror, can’t see you now // (passenger seat, darling) // you were meant to haunt me, I’m still looking back // (passenger seat, darling)”

“sun don’t matter if the moon’s looking on // like miracles in solar flares // lighting us both just enough to see by”

Stayed Dreaming

Wishing Well

Flowers, No Note

Shoulder To

Tableau

Open Season

Salmon Run

Northern Lights Off Switch

Corner of the Dance Floor

Gonna Be Abput Yoou, (IP, Single, 2014)

“made you a promise // built on our ash-soaked rudiments // like cornerstones bleeding tequila come new year’s eve // but I made you a promise, spirit eyed or not // this songs gonna be about you”

“call me back on things I said // say nothings changed // but the sun don’t burn so bad // love was something I did to you // now it’s something I drown in // call me back on the things I said // I’m gonna uphold promises, I’m gonna tear down threats”

“made you a promise // built on our ash-soaked rudiments // like cornerstones bleeding come midsummer // I made you a promise, fat fingered or not // this songs gonna be about you”

All This Way Please, (IP, Album, 2015)

Love’s A Lake

“on the heart shaped bank // waits youth in the wings // watching as we plunge // to the brackish jade waters sank // where hell awaits, eerily sings // for them, I think // we return from the brink”

Hellfire

All This Way

“_wet paper // tears beneath my feet // and we go tumbling // one year to the next // hardly a moment to grab on // and make memories // even in the slow heat of morning // and the hum of summer afternoons”

Pleasing

Begging You On the Way (Out)

Devil’s Tang — erine

Drowning Tax

Georgia

Elephant in the Room

The Forest Out Back, (NBB, Album, 2016)

Eden’s

On Moss

“time like hot soup // afternoons like treacle wells // until the flowers droop // and curl their petals // into bedtime kisses // the mosquitoes and the stars // and laughter gells // tears in the dark // where monsters still sleep // by the sundial mark”

The Forest Out Back

Skull Rock Revisited

 “sunbeams through spring leaves // us at the altar that holds minds // the lake deepens ahead like warning clouds // the children kneel about us // and we bind our hands // sunbeams through spring leaves // at the boulder of love born again”

Oaken

Sunbed Wilderness

The Valley

School’s Out

Wine Stain

Sundress

Ellie

Blood in the Water’s Good for Drowners, (BTBB, Album, 2023)

Lady Jane Grey of the Basketball Team

 “tell them what you want // an’ don’t line up that shot // tell them what you want, hold it up to vaunt // don’t let it be the crown baby, it’s thorns baby // I’ve given up that throne, isn’t mine to haunt”

“lion’s mane and pool aquamarine // don’t open up your mouth // and show us the hollows // they took your fangs, baby // and with it the crown”

Entwined

 “side by side (by side) // entwined at the mountaintop // no more time to bide (to bide) // just us at the world’s stop // where time goes on (the great beyond)”

Letters for the Bold

 “whole constellations fall // the moment we breathe // and stars flicker out and die // and the blackness of space overwhelms // the phone line clicks // somewhere I’m still breathing”

“you said the moon falls // you said that space is nothing // but what’s that now creeping over the garden walls // if space is nothing // where do monsters breathe // and flicker // and die”

Ice Rings Like Saturn

 “there isn’t time to talk // I’ve been hiding in dark spaces // there’s only time to sing there // only time to write // darling, I’ve tried talking // in the dark spaces”

Sun-Bleached Bones

 “blood in sun soaked water // do you feel like you’re drowning now? // SPF and pool noodle, space suit left back stage”

“I’ve been hiding, back seat and rear-view // but been loving you since y days”

“it’s always been bats for us and bats don’t swim // but there’s blood in sun soaked water // and your bones are white like mine // let me touch them, when I can see not moonlit // when the biggest star looks close // do you feel like you’re drowning now?”

In Legalese: Can’t Tell You More ft. Tammy Thompson

“What did you say to me, hello? That the fires burn yellow? // Now I’ll take you by the elbow “baby, forecast says snow” // You say it’s August, you doing blow? // I’ll say it’s this town, baby! This fucking town! // Fires burn black and snows year round // And dead don’t mean dead until you see it first hand // What did you say to me, hello? That the fires burn yellow? // Now I’ll take you by the elbow “baby, forecast says snow” // You say it’s August, you doing blow? // Blossoms open with teeth and tongues // And the bats are really vampires, baby. // I can’t tell you again, it’s this fucking town. // In the snows // With vampires // And petal maws // This fucking town // Don’t ask me on air // (Oh babe, please don’t) // Can’t say more, babe // Don’t ask me on air // (Small print, baby) // In the snows // With vampires // And petal maws // This fucking town // When the gorge opens up”

Silver

“dying isn’t so much one silence // but one mellow moment // and another // honeyed sweet // and going silver // like slow worms and iron // feels like becoming the earth // before it eats you”

“curling in the coffins // with silver bones // fusing to ancient stones”

Blood in the Water

Good for Drowners

Memories in Triplicate

Treasure Map

spent the afternoon adding songs to the incompleted albums. this (should be) a complete list of all the lyrics i wrote for any of the songs. as with all my fics i welcome transformative media (just use the inspired by function on ao3/tag me) so feel free to go wild if you want to write any of the rest of these songs. it’s been fun writing the series and i hope you enjoyed it to!

love fives