#emerald-elephant

[lollytea]

you tagged that last post as “emerald trio” but i completely misinterpreted it into thinking gus changing his and matt’s icons to be anime couples and willow to be the third wheel ddhgdgfhgh

STOP THATS FUNNIER

Willomophobic Park

[anewkindofme]

Moodboard tag game

rules: post a picture of a place, animal, plant, season, character, hobby, color, gemstone, and food that reminds you of yourself/represents you

The Emporium at Disney World, elephant, tiger lilies, winter, Snow White from Once Upon A Time, writing, purple, emerald and mac & cheese.

Thank you @actualalligator for the tag!

No pressure tag: @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad, @snowviolettwhite and @kingofdarkness00

[gabriellaleo]

[princessslut6969]

*on a roll fleshing out that ''wine'' scene* *check other screen for 1 second*

TUMBLR, NOW is NOT the time for remembering his wholesomeness. This is back to debauchery. idk maybe youtube give me like... Dance of the Hours?

*first few seconds*

OKAY NO THAT'S WORSE! 😆 @youreputtingrootsinmydreamland ...or is it more like it? 🤔😏 idk i'm wasting words over here bye

[pompadorbz]

FINALLY FINISHED MY QPHIL 3.0 DESIGN HOORAY (cant wait to. redesign it again in like 3 months.) (CHECK UNDER THE CUT FOR MY SILLY DESIGN NOTES!!)

I think I said this before but i so. SO BADLY wanted him to have a sleep theme since I always loved how his presence on the island was kinda up in the air. Is it a dream? Is it not? When he goes between the island and hardcore is that change really happening? Who knows.

The idea of making his usual outfit more like a housecoat was super appealing to me, so I opted for this open housecoat look with really heavy frills which were super fun to figure out, and I knew from pretty early on that I wanted to give him a quilt pattern SOMEWHERE on his design, so I thought the inside of the coat would do nicely for a sorta "default state". It also meant I could attribute meaning to the symbols and colours I used. wink nudge.

He has a more subtle angel theme, like with the mobile on his walking stick being a halo with the wing placement further emphasizing this, as well as just his generally lighter colour scheme. When I say sleep was his theme I almost more-so imagine it as like. The feeling of waking up in the morning where you're mostly refreshed but still a LITTLE drowsy. Lots of very spring-y, morning colours.

Just some other quick notes, I always really liked the mod in the server where you could have the crows perch on your shoulder and follow cuz of the lantern, so I thought it'd be fun if I made it so brian just straight up WAS the lantern. So I made him look like one of those wall outlet nightlights!! The backpack being kinda cat shaped was COMPLETELY unintentional but a very welcome result. Missa backpack is real.

As for the alternate outfits, I have a bolas one, as well as an ender king one since I deemed those two the most important. For the ender king I weirdly don't have many notes, like it's fairly straightforward (Save for the elephant in the room but now I'm gonna keep my secrets on why that's a thing). The Quilt design is supposed to be a lighter, easier-on-the-eyes version of the no texture pattern, and I imagine that all the goop and gunk on Phil is hidden under the coat. I imagine it'd look fairly similar to canon so just like. imagine it for now. Might draw it one day. MAYBE. There's some tiny additional colour symbolism but I'll hold my tongue on that and let you guys draw your own conclusions there. I WILL say, however, that instead of his theme being sleep, his theme is "nightmare" (and also kinda sleepwalking since both fit).

The Bolas design was SUPER fun to work with. For starters I wanted the three designs to be in three different states. One with the coat, one with the coat reversed, and one without the coat entirely. Since I wanted to do the checker pattern thing with the possession design, having the sleeveless bolas design worked really well for the shape I landed on, even if it wasn't conventional. and SPEAKING of non-conventional design choices, I decided to go against the usual plague doctor + gas mask fusion design. Which might be controversial... But god. The moment I thought of his mask being a falconry hood, the idea just wouldn't leave my mind. Because of this, the full mask is kinda separated into two parts. The eye mask which kinda also mirrors his usual sleep mask, and the gas mask itself (I kept it in a beak shape since it'd feel odd if i made it any other shape for phil, lol). When designing the whole thing I kept thinking about more apocalypse setting clothing. Like mad max. Or the one gag from that one spongebob movie. Lots of leather. And of course, to match the other sleep themes, the Bolas outfit's theme is "fever dream", although its a bit more subtle. It's easily the weirdest design, The pops of green were simultaneously in reference to the friendship emerald... As well as... Well, the green chain right below the chain on the sickness themed design was probably the most tasteful way I could've chosen to get across vomit without it being too on the nose. (also sidenote, I had a few friends compare bolas phil to... a fly. Which wasn't intentional but it's kinda funny that the guy designed after fever dreams looks a little bit like a bug.) Ok thats it for design commentary I'm gonna go to bedge nyow.

[spnbabe67]

Hold Me Tight and Don't Let Go

Kinktober Day 3: Make Up Sex (D.W)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem Original Character

Warnings: Smut, Canon level violence, Wounds, Mentions of blood, Descriptions of a panic attack.

Summary: In the aftermath of a hunt nearly gone wrong Dean tries to make amends with Tori

Word Count: 1542

Authors Note: This is my first entry for @jacklesversebingo 2024!

Prompt: "I know you're mad at me right now, but will a kiss change your mind?"

Taglist:

@zepskies

Dean had fucked up, he knew that. Tori didn’t speak to him the entire way back, not even making eye contact even though his head rested in her lap, Sam driving the Impala. Sam, bless his little brother, had tried to ease the tension by babbling on about how it could have been a lot worse, that Dean was lucky Sam had sunk the Demon Blade into the demon theyd been hunting before it had a chance to slash it’s own knife across Deans throat. It was a reckless move, Dean had distracted the demon who'd had Tori pinned to the wall by shooting it, which had an effect akin to a pebble thrown at an elephant; which is to say, it only made it mad.

But it was those could haves and what if's that had Tori deathly silent. Because what if Sam hadn't been in a position to gank the demon? What if she had to be supernaturally pinned to a wall while she watched her lovers throat be slit? We had a plan. We all knew the plan. Why couldn't he have just fucking stuck to it?

To her credit, Tori did help Dean out of the car, hand placement careful of his probably broken ribs, bruises and small scrapes he earned himself going toe to toe with the demon. She couldn't bring herself to look higher than his chest, because then she'd have to see the thin red line across his neck, still occasionally leaking blood if Dean swallowed too hard. Because if she did, Tori knew the steadily crumbling dam keeping all emotion at bay would come crashing down.

Sam looked like he was gonna say something as Tori and Dean ended up at their room, but must have thought better of it, instead continuing down the hall to his own room. Tori gingerly lowered Dean onto bed, warily eyeing him just in case he started to topple forward. Once she was sure he wasn't about to go ass over tit, Tori turned from the bed, washing her hands and retrieving the med kit from the medicine cabinet above the sink.

“Tori-”

“Stop talking.” Tori cut Dean off, dark brown eyes cutting to his. “Just,” she sighed. “Don't talk.”

She knew she could have been gentler about it, but Tori didn't have the patience to deal with Dean’s attempt at placating her frustration. Tori pulled her legs under her as she sat on the bed, picking out a couple squares of gauze and a cleaning agent, dousing the first one thoroughly. Unlike her tone of voice, Tori’s hands were gentle, carefully cleaning the shallow wound. She had to scrub a little to get rid of the trails of red that had dried as they dripped down the tan column of his throat but Dean had sat still for all of it, the only sign of discomfort was the occasional wince, the crinkling of skin around his mouth and his eyes.

Tori sighed as she placed the bandage, if you could call a strip of gauze and medical tape a bandage, across Dean's throat, her thumbs sweeping back and forth over the tape, the adhesive warming under her lovers skin. Both of them sat in the quiet, Tori unable to bring herself to look at Dean. Tori didn't flinch as she felt Dean's hand cup the side of her face, tilting her head until she had to meet his emerald gaze.

“Sweetheart-” Dean started again, his voice raspy, eyes searching her face.

“No.” Tori pulled away from Dean's touch, standing from the bed, running a hand over her head, the other planted on her hip. “You don’t get to give me excuses. You knew the fucking plan, you knew I was fine!”

Tori couldn't stop the tears from flowing this time, and she wasn't sure if they originated out of anger or shock caused by fear. Her chest ached, the empty pit in her stomach threatening to swallow her whole. All of a sudden she couldn't seem to catch her breath.

“We had a plan.” She repeated it to herself over and over. “I was in front of the trap. All he had to do was walk another two steps! But you.” Tori jabbed a finger towards Dean, hiccuping as she sucked in breaths. “I was fine! But you almost weren't.”

Her tears came in wracking sobs now, blurring her vision and coating her face but Tori couldn’t bring herself to care. The solid expanse of the door met her back and Tori felt her knees give, sliding all the way to the floor. Tori sobbed harder as she felt Dean's warmth envelope her, strong arms pulling her into him, his familar scent adding another layer of comfort as he stroked her head.

“Breathe, Sweetheart.” Dean murmured into her hair and he pressed kisses there, rocking her back and forth, having pulled her into his lap sideways. “I’m here. I’m okay.”

He ignored the way his ribs complained, hugging Tori tighter, holding her head to his chest. From there Tori could hear the strong and steady heartbeat under her ear. The even thumping of his heart echoed in her head, overriding the virus of terror flooding her system. Gradually her ragged and uneven breaths slowed, ever so often hitching as her body reregulated itself.

“I know you're mad at me, but will a kiss change your mind?” Dean tipped her head back up.

Tori didn't deign to reply, instead just gripping his face and kissing him. It was equal parts soft and desperate, assuring herself that he was here, that the way his stubble scraped against her palms, the strands of his hair sliding between her fingers wasn't just a figment of her imagination. Dean ran his hand up and down her back and her sides, still in that comforting touch, the other worming its way into the plaits of her hair.

Head still hazy, Tori couldn't follow the avenues of how both of them managed to get off the floor, Dean laying her on the bed as if he wasn't the injured one. Somewhere along the way she'd lost her t-shirt, her flannel long gone during the hunt, Dean's shirt half off as Tori clawed at him to feel the unbroken skin beneath. Eventually that was removed too, tossed to the dark corners of their room.

Tori pulled Dean down atop her, needing to feel the weight of him. It wasn't enough. She needed to feel him inside her, needed to get as close to him as possible. Dean must have felt the same, aiding her in discarding his jeans and boxers. Dean’s mouth never left hers, his arms cradled her close to him as he gently pushed himself into her. He breathed in Tori's gasp at the fullness of him inside her, her nails digging into his back to steady herself. His forehead, beaded with sweat rested against hers as she hiked her legs higher up on his hips, sending him deeper into her.

Dean gingerly rocked his hips, sliding in and out of her as he swept his tongue across Tori’s bottom lip. Tori opened her mouth to him, her thighs wrapped around his waist as she moaned breathily each time his length bottomed out, that one veins along the top of his cock brushing against that sweet spot deep inside her. This slow, loving pace was a nice change to what had become their normal. By no means did they go fast and rough all the time, but this, this intimate and slow lovemaking was nice. Better than nice.

“I love you.” Tori mumbled it into his mouth, repeating it between long and sloppy kisses.

Dean propped himself up on one arm, only just enough to take in his lovers face, still red and puffy, tears still drying on her cheeks. His thumb trailed over her lip, swollen from their kisses. “I'm not going anywhere, my love. I'm right here. I'm sorry.”

Dean could see tears start to well back up in Tori's eyes before she pulled his mouth back to her, kissing him hard, ending the string of apologies falling from his lips. Tori could feel her orgasm slowly building, urged on by the hand Dean had snuck between their bodies to rub his thumb in small circles on her clit. Dean felt Tori clamp down on him, thighs gripping his waist as she came, swallowing her moans into his mouth, his own release not far behind.

Dean didn't bother pulling out of Tori, simply turning them both on their sides, Tori half over his torso. She shivered as his calloused fingers trailed up and down her sides, tracing the curve of her spine.

“I'm sorry.” Dean mumbled against her hairline, hugging her gently.

“What’s done is done.” Tori pressed a kiss to his chest, to that tattoo over his heart. “Just don't scare me like that again.”

“I’ll try.”

Tori huffed a puff of air out her nose, settling her head back over his heart, his heartbeat the last thing she heard before drifting off to sleep

[themanicnami]

💖Witchcraft Correspondence: Love💖

Love is one of the parts of life humans chase after in many ways. Not just in ways of romantic desire and sexual interactions but the love of family, friends and love of oneself. It is a common topic when it comes to magic and divination so with that - may this be an easy reference for all of you looking to incorporate love of any kind into your craft. Please note: this isn't every possible correspondence out there - this is more a quick reference guide. Happy witching~

💖Herbs for Love: Anise, Basil, Bay, Catnip, Chamomile, Cinnamon, Coriander/Cilantro, Clove, Damiana, Dill, Fennel, Ginger, Hawthorne, Hibiscus, Jasmine, Lavender, Lemon Balm, Meadowsweet, Myrrh, Parsley, Rose, Rose Hip, Rosemary, Saffron, Sage, Spearmint, Thyme, Vanilla, Valerian, Yarrow

💖 Flowers for Love: Aster, Baby's-Breath, Bleeding Heart, Carnation, Cherry Blossom, Daffodil, Geranium, Hyacinth, Iris, Jasmine, Lavender, Lilac, Orchid, Rose, Sunflower, Tulip

💖 Fruit for Love: Apple, Apricot, Avocado, Banana, Cherry, Cranberry, Fig, Guava, Lemon, Lime, Mango, Nectarine, Orange, Papaya, Passion Fruit, Pomegranate, Peach, Pear, Plum, Raspberry, Strawberry

💖 Vegetables for Love: Artichoke, Asparagus, Beet, Carrot, Celery, Cucumber, Endive, Leek, Lettuce, Onion, Peas, Pumpkin, Radish, Sweet Pea, Tomato, Zucchini

💖 Foods for Love: Chocolate, Pistachio, Rye Bread, Sugar (sweets), Wine

💖 Crystals for Love: Agate, Amber, Amethyst, Aquamarine, Carnelian, Emerald, Garnet, Green Aventurine, Kunzite, Lapis Lazuli, Malachite, Moonstone, Obsidian, Onyx, Pink Topaz, Pink Tourmaline, Pink Quartz (dyed), Rhodochrosite, Rhodonite, Tiger's Eye, Rose Quartz, Ruby

💖 Oils for Love: Anise, Basil, Bay, Birch, Cardamom, Clove, Ginger, Grapefruit, Jasmine, Juniper, Lemongrass, Lemon, Lime, Marjoram, Mints, Myrrh, Rose, Rosemary, Vanilla

💖 Incense/Scents for Love: Amber, Bamboo, Catnip, Cedarwood, Chamomile, Cinnamon, Dragon's Blood, Ginger, Jasmine, Lavender, Patchouli, Rose, Rosewood, Sandalwood, Vanilla, Ylang-ylang

💖 Colors for Love: Pink, Red, White, Orange, Purple, Gold, Silver

💖 Moon Phase for Love: New Moon, Waxing, Full Moon

💖 Day of Week for Love: Friday

💖 Elements for Love: Fire, Water

💖 Zodiac for Love Virgo, Taurus, Cancer, Leo, Gemini, Pisces

💖 Planets for Love: Venus, Moon

💖 Animals for Love: Beaver, Butterfly, Cow, Crane, Dolphin, Dove, Elephant, Flamingo, Hare, Horse, Ladybug, Lion, Lovebird, Owl, Penguin, Starfish, Swan

~~~~~

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[cobrakaisb]

end of beginning

summary: you’re back at camp half-blood after spending months on the princess andromeda and all you feel is the haunting of luke’s presence

featuring: SPOILERS for BOTL and TLO!!!, brief spoilers for the outsiders (just mentions of a quote from the book), 3+1, multi-pov: reader, luke, and percy, angst and only angst (i cried a little while writing)

word count: 2.4k

author’s note:guys, the end is near. there’s one blurb, and then the post heroes of olympus fic. so crazyyyyyy

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connor and travis stoll

the hustle and bustle of the city was a nice contrast from the stifling loneliness at camp half-blood. most people wouldn’t describe the hidden oasis buried between the forest and long island sound that way. they’d talk about the camaraderie between cabins, or the sense of family within their own. maybe they’d emphasize the humidity, and the temperature controlled barrier which prevented major storms or severe weather. then again people like clarisse and annabeth, those with a warrior mindset, wouldn’t feel the cloak of loneliness as they’re too busy with clashing swords and grunts of pain characteristic only to the training arena. 

none of those things, however, were pertinent to you. so, when connor and travis invited you to the farmer’s market to sell the overflow of camp strawberries, you jumped at the chance to escape. 

“i can’t believe we made it here in one piece,” connor exclaims, closing the door to the van once it's in park. 

“hey! i needed to practice my driving at some point,” travis defends, meeting you and connor at the back doors. 

while the boys argue back and forth about who’s the better driver — you or travis — you start unloading the cartons of strawberries. the farmers market is already starting to get busy. between other vendors setting up their booths and the diehard organic hippies already perusing the options, it seems like today will be an eventful day. 

and you were right. 

your eyes catch on someone lurking a couple booths over from yours. the guy is tall and wearing a leather jacket, so he sticks out like a sore thumb while sifting through the oranges in front of him. you squint in his direction. he looks vaguely familiar but you can’t place it. he must feel someone staring, because he turns to face you. you gasp at the sight of him, dropping the small carton of strawberries in your hand. 

“you okay?” connor asks, approaching you. 

you shake your head, crouching down to pick up the berries before they get squished under someone’s birkenstocks. connor is right beside you, speeding up the process. you can’t help it when your eyes drift back to the direction where you saw luke, but the person is gone. 

you let out a sigh of relief, “sorry, had a moment of clumsiness there.” 

connor nods in understanding, “all good. besides, i wouldn’t expect anything less from you since i’m around. i know my good looks and charming personality make you nervous.” 

you laugh loudly at his words, shoving his shoulder before he can walk away to discard the ruined berries. 

annabeth chase

“the bookstore is just down this way,” annabeth exclaims, sipping on her drink from the cafe. 

you nod, mustering a smile as you follow her lead. when annabeth asked you to visit her over spring break, you were hesitant, but she was insistent. there was a lot of history between the two of you, most of it revolving around your traitor boyfriend, but neither of you mentioned it. and whenever the subject did get brought up, one of you quickly changed it. 

“they have so many books. and i think there’s even a record section too,” she explains, pointing toward the quaint bookshop on the corner of a street in san francisco 

the awning is a faded emerald green, and the white letters detailing the store’s name are barely legible. but you can tell that it’s well loved. there’s a large bay window where a young mother and her children are sitting, flipping through a picture book with a pig and elephant character. you stop in your tracks for a minute, letting annabeth get a couple steps ahead of you. 

that could’ve been us, you think, twirling the golden band around your finger three times. it should’ve been us. 

“you okay?” annabeth asks, stopping at the base of the three cement steps. 

you nod, taking one more fleeting glance at the little family, “fine. just lost in thought i guess. you think they’ll have a copy of the outsiders?” 

“probably. maybe in the young adult section,” she answers, opening the door. 

a bell chimes overhead, and the middle-aged woman behind the counter greets her warmly. annabeth stops to talk with her, while you hover awkwardly. it’s so clear to you that she’s built a life for herself, one outside of camp half-blood and her demigod status. she laughs at something the woman says, and you almost feel jealous of the fourteen year old. she’s lost so much, yet she has so much more. you can’t say the same. 

there’s no one else for you. he was the one. you’ve always known that, even aphrodite confirmed that a long time ago, claiming that you two were one of her favorites. that never seems to work out though does it? her favorite couples always ending in a tragedy: romeo and juliet, orpheus and eurydice, liam neeson and natasha richardson, and now you and luke. 

you won’t get a happy ending, that you’re sure of. 

“you didn’t have to wait, i would’ve found you,” annabeth appears, startling you. 

you wonder how long she’s been there — how long you've been staring off into space. looking down at her, you meet her inquisitive gray eyes. she’s trying to get a read on you, but you don’t want her to; it’s not what either of you need. 

you grip her shoulder, the one without the tote bag, and say, “let’s go find the outsiders.”

she nods, but somehow you know the conversation isn’t over as she leads you down the aisle. the store is fairly quiet, not many shoppers except for the family, a group of college students, and the two of you so it’s easy to navigate. the young adult section is even emptier, but it still makes you feel claustrophobic. the smell of books and the thick tension is suffocating you. the teen must feel the same way, because she’s the first to break it after picking up a book. 

“you don’t need to feel guilty. i don’t blame you,” she whispers.

you gulp at her words, tugging on your baby tee as you pretend to pull off a string. 

“neither does percy, or anyone else at camp,” she finishes. 

you nod, picking up a copy of the outsiders. the cover is black and white, featuring a photo of a boy in a leather jacket. his face is turned downwards, but you see him clear as day: brown eyes and a white scar. 

“you know what i like about this book?” you ask, but the question’s rhetorical.

“i like johnny’s take on the world. there’s so much good in it, but we get so caught up in the bad that we forget…we forget how beautiful it is,” you say, choking on your words as tears well up in your eyes. 

“i think he forgot that too,” you whisper, and you don’t need to specify who you’re referring to, annabeth just knows. 

she throws her arms around you, squeezing your abdomen tightly. you close your eyes, struggling to hold back the tears, but a few drip down your cheeks anyways. you sniffle, and she squeezes you even tighter. when she pulls away, you look over her shoulder. you swear you meet brown eyes and a white scar. 

may castellan

luke hated westport. everyone there was the same, entitled, stuck up, and selfish. all the houses stood in a line. each one an exact replica of the one before it: pocket white fence, pristine green lawn, and a faded blue siding. his house, or rather his mother’s house, was no different. 

everything looked exactly the same as when he returned at fourteen. her kitchen window looked over the front yard and main road. he can picture her standing there, washing dishes and mumbling unanswered prayers to a god who never cared. he hates how easily she fell victim to him and he hates how emotional it makes him. 

at same time, there’s something different about his childhood home. a place that should have been filled with love, warmth, and happiness no longer harbors the coldness and terror he always associated with his childhood. somehow, the house feels more homey. there’s a floral wreath hanging on the wooden door, hidden behind the screen. he spots a vase of sunflowers on the kitchen windowsill; their bright yellow petals starkly contrasting the darkness inside. the house almost looks lived in. if a neighbor were to walk by, they would never guess it’s inhabited by a crazy person. luke would never guess that, especially with the beat-up red pickup parked out front. 

wait, he thinks, doing a double take. 

he’s seen that red pickup before, but he can’t figure out where. he looks at the license plate, hoping that will give him a clue into the owner. it’s navy blue and yellow, a clear sign that it’s from new york and that alone makes luke think of you. 

he’s come to visit a couple times, and each time he’s almost gotten caught. at the farmers market with connor and travis it was pure luck that he startled you into dropping the berries. when he showed up to talk to annabeth, it was a coincidence that you were there too. (it’s not like he had silena beauregard keeping tabs on you or anything.) but even if he did, hypothetically have her reporting back to him about your every move, he never expected you to be at his mom’s house. 

the front door opens, and he can hear your voice ring out into the stillness of the neighborhood: “i’ll be back later this week, okay may?”

“shit,” he seethes, crouching down behind one of the neighbor’s suvs. 

he hears a commotion in the house, and watches as you wait patiently at the door. his mother must say something to you, because you smile softly and nod your head. he wishes he could hear her words, but he knows you’ll catch him with one move. 

that’s not necessarily a bad thing, says a small voice inside his head. 

he shakes his head at those words, curls bouncing from the action. he runs a hand through his hair, frustration and anger building up inside him. he ruined this, not you. and no matter what he truly wants, luke knows there’s nothing he can do to win you back. 

the creaking of the wooden porch stairs and slam of the screen door draw his attention back to what’s right in front of him. it takes a bitter laugh out of him; ironic how he’s longed for your proximity and now that he has it he’s ignoring it. 

you freeze at the gate, left hand on the hinge and right on your ring. your eyes dart around the neighborhood, looking for the cause of the noise, but you never find him. he watches as you release the breath you’re holding and twirl the golden band three times. opening the gate, you step towards the truck.

he waits patiently, not daring to move a muscle until your car pulls away from his mother’s house. even then, when the engine is nothing but a faint rumble in the distance, he doesn’t move. he remains crouched behind the suv for a few extra minutes, gathering both his courage and sanity. with a final breath, he gets up, fixes his jacket and approaches the house. 

“mom,” he calls out, knocking on the door, “i’m home.”

the door swings open and her arms wrap around him. she smells faintly of burnt cookies, but it’s overpowered by shea butter and coconut shampoo. she’s crying into his shoulder, mumbling about how she always knew it wasn’t true; that wasn’t her son’s fate. 

but she has no idea, luke thinks, that i break everything i touch.

luke castellan

percy hears your scream before he sees you.

it’s loud, shrill, and gut-wrenching. his heart sinks to the bottom of his stomach and bile climbs up his throat. 

i’m gonna be sick, he thinks.

percy faced a lot today. silena died. ethan died. annabeth almost died. now he’s stuck watching as you try to console luke.

you’re sitting beside him, bow and arrows haphazardly thrown to the side. there’s a cut on your shoulder caked with dry blood, and other bruises litter your body. he imagines that the pain from them is the least of your concerns. 

“it’s okay. you’ll be okay,” you keep whispering, cupping the older boy’s cheeks. 

luke grabs your left wrist, his thumb rubbing over your engagement ring. “i’m okay sweetheart. you’re gonna be okay.”

he approaches the two of you. it feels like he’s intruding on an intimate scene. percy feels a strange sense of deja vu when luke squeezes your wrist before returning his gaze to him. he wishes that he just caught the two of you sharing a vape instead of your final goodbye. 

“never again percy…don’t let it happen again,” luke croaks out. 

percy promises that he won’t, all while watching you. you bite your bottom lip, turning away from luke as you squeeze your eyes shut. he knows you're trying to be strong, but it doesn’t work as tears leak past your lash line and create tracks on your grimy face. 

“i love you,” luke whispers, and you echo the words right back. 

when his eyes close, percy swears that you’ll go with him, falling on top of annabeth’s dagger. but all you do is sit there, cradling luke’s face in your hands. you trace over his features: the bridge of his nose, his cupid’s bow, and the white scar. 

percy placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a reaffirming squeeze. you sniffle, placing luke’s head down gently onto the destroyed cobblestone. your fingers brush his curls away from his forehead, and you unclasp the necklace resting against his collarbone. it’s a silver chain with three clay beads and a golden ring to match yours. you pocket the jewelry, and force a drachma in his hands. 

wiping your nose, you get up from the ground, collect your bow and arrows, and head towards the elevator. 

percy thinks he should call out to you, beg you to face the olympian council with him, but he’s stopped by a hand on his shoulder. 

“leave her. my daughter won’t be joining you percy jackson.”

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[would-this-pokemon-be-a-friend]

Hey! Love the blog and all the research and writing you do to make it!

I don't think my best boy, Donphan would make a good pet due to size, but what about his Baby Blue self, Phanpy?

[Thank you, I really appreciate it!]

Phanpies, unfortunately and perhaps surprisingly, would not make great pets for most owners. When it comes down to it, these pokémon are difficult to care for and exceptionally dangerous, no matter how good natured they seem.

On a more positive starting note, phanpies are a good size for a house pet at only a foot and eight inches tall. They’re rather heavy, which could make transporting them a headache for some owners, but it’s nowhere near as big a problem as it might be for some pokémon. That being said, this species’ housing needs could potentially cause some serious issues, despite their small size. Wild phanpies are avid diggers, which shouldn’t be surprising to anyone familiar with Ground-Type pokémon. This species tends to make their homes on riverbanks, where they dig themselves deep, vertical holes, about which they are rather possessive (Ruby). They spend a lot of time in the water as well (Crystal, Sapphire). This means that, in order to provide a phanpy with a simulation of their wild habitat, you would need to give them access to both a body of water to play in and an area where they can safely build a nest. This will, of course, be beyond the means of some owners. It really depends on the context of where and how you live. On the bright side, phanpies have some pretty impressive natural cooling methods, so they have no issue living in warmer climates: they have been observed using their large ears as fans to cool themselves off when needed (Emerald).

Now, phanpies are certainly playful and friendly, which is great for pets. The way that their playfulness and friendliness manifests, however, could be problematic for you. Like real-world elephants, phanpies enjoy giving themselves showers with water stored in their trunks (Crystal). In fact, they’re pretty insistent on it, hating being dirty or muddy after playtime (Scarlet). This could, obviously, cause you some problems if you don’t want to get water and mud all over your home. Any potential phanpy adopters had best be ready to get sprayed with water too, since wild phanpies are known to give each other showers out of the kindness of their hearts (and, perhaps, occasionally, with mischievous intent) (Sapphire). Unfortunately, their showering habits are the least of your worries! Phanpies are very affectionate and playful pokémon, and they swinging their trunk around wildly and bumping it into those they love to show it (Gold, Silver). This becomes a real problem when you consider this species’ startling strength! The pokédex makes the bold report that a loving bump from a phanpy is enough to “send you flying” or even shatter your bones (Silver, Violet)! Despite their small size, these pokémon can easily pick up and carry a full-grown human on their back, which may be occasionally fun but equally inconvenient at other times (Diamond/Pearl/Platinum). The risk of accidental injury with a phanpy is dangerously high, which makes them an ill-fit for a lot of potential owners.

Additionally, phanpies surprising strength makes moves like Rollout, Bulldoze, and Slam easily lethal, making playtime (or calming down an tantruming individual) incredibly risky. While they are good-natured, I can’t in good conscience recommend a phanpy as a pet to anyone, given the incredible threat to their own safety that they would be taking on. This is a species best observed from a healthy distance, unless you have specialized training for caring for them.

[lottiecrabie]

itll be you and me and this idea forever babe.. we might be alone but we Understand🤞

what if it wasn’t just us… 😌🙂‍↕️ and it entered the world through the miraculous art form that is writing by tumblr dot com user lottiecrabie 😌🙂‍↕️😏 (even just a crumblet)

for you my psychic linked sister. a little Crumb🫶

the saxophones and trumpets ring through the ballroom. the repetitive steps and roaring laughs mix through, skisloping off the kicks and twists of the t-strap shoes. the champagne flows out into a series of coupes and you grab one, spilling it on the side. you down a mouthful with a grin, still light and happy from the spinning dance you just twirled out of. 

sweat sticks your headache band to your forehead. you fix up the feather. you fish a cigarette out of the emerald elephant dispenser, placing it between your ruby red lips. your eyes scan for a lighter next. 

‘enjoying yourself?’ your ears perk up at the sound of his husky voice. you smirk, turning around to find detective healy. 

with his modest trench coat and permanently gloomy predilection, he sticks out like a sore thumb amidst the decadent decor. it’s always a little funny to see him around such open fun, like he’s meant to exist in dark, cold alleys, frowning over a body. still, he looks handsome, dark and broody, with his sober eyes and his wild flowing hair. 

you pull the cigarette from your lips with a smile. you shrug, crooning, ‘why, it’s a lovely night.’ healy searches the inside of his trench coat. ‘what about you? not too joyful for mr. grumps?’ 

he shakes his head, though a grin still teases his lips. he draws a lighter out. you lean closer to him, hanging the cigarette off your lips again. he flicks once, lighting up the tip. you exhale out the smoke, but stay near him. he smells like cedar and whiskey, like nights toasting after murders successfully solved.

healy gives you a look, shoving his lighter back in his trench coat. ‘what are you doing here, trouble?’ 

‘can’t a woman enjoy a soirée? my, if i was like you, i’d be locked up in my house all year round.’

‘you’d be safer for it.’

you smile, mischievous. ‘and your life much, much less fun.’ healy gives you a onceover, trailing on your uncovered legs. you take a sip of your champagne, drawing attention to your lips next. you give him a faux-innocent look, singsonging, ‘you know, mister briggs is an excellent charleston dancer.’ 

healy groans, rubbing his eyebrows. ‘tell me you didn’t dance with a murder suspect.’

you up your nose. ‘well, if you don’t want to know, then i guess i won’t share what he said.’ you whip around, taking two steps before a strong hand wraps around your arm. 

you don’t even bother hiding your smirk before turning around. healy gives you a somber look, demanding, ‘spill.’ the tone of his voice sizzles down your spine. 

‘is this a shakedown?’ his jaw ticks. a crystalline voice spills from your lips. ‘you’re cute when you’re annoyed.’

‘then i must be ravishing every time i’m in your company.’

your eyes spark. ‘oh, yes, you are, detective.’ healy swallows thickly, dropping his hand from your hand as if burned. you cock your head, tension still fizzling. ‘promise me a dance and i’ll tell you.’

‘a dance?’

‘oh, you do know a foxtrot, don’t you, detective healy?’

his stare burns. ‘fine.’ 

you hum, turning to look at the roaring party. ‘mister briggs has a lovely summer home in brighton. he loves to entertain his most favorite guests there. why, he just invited me,’ you catch briggs chatting up a young lady, brushing the pearl on her ear. you sigh regrettably, ‘but i’m afraid the cold sea air doesn’t agree with my predilection.’

‘brighton. where francesca would visit every month.’

‘oh yes,’ you throw him a look. your shoulders up excitedly. ‘francesca and mister briggs were having an affair. how scandalous.’ 

he grins and, oh, this might be your favorite look of his. rare but dazzling, shining over his face. he says, ‘that’s motive.’

you tsk. ‘and you didn’t even want me to dance.’ he opens his mouth to protest, but you’re too quick. your throw your coupe on the table, discarding your smoke on the elephant head. you grab his hand, cutting him off, tugging him to the dancefloor. ‘come on, you owe me one.’

‘there’s a murder suspect at large.’

‘oh, please,’ you halt in the middle of the floor; your hand on his shoulder, his finding home on your waist— no matter his protests. the touch is electric, burning through your dress. you feel wired. ‘he’s not going anywhere. this is the soirée of month, after all.’ 

matty sighs resignedly. languid jazz plays. he takes a first step, gliding across the floor. his moves are certain and precise. you follow his rhythm, pushing and pulling at his guidance. detective healy is a good dancer. what an interesting new morsel of information.

in the crook of your ear, healy whispers, ‘one day, all this frolicking with trouble will really get you in deep waters, darling.’

you lean back enough to meet his eyes. ‘then it’s lucky you’ll be there to save me, isn’t it, detective?’

[swan2swan]

Dominion haters will fume like "If they were treating this dinosaur situation realistically with regards to environmental impact, they would be treating them like a proper invasive species, because the populations would have flourished from ten to ten thousand in four years! See, by every animal asexually reproducing with ten offspring every year, and the fact that nothing would kill them, we would reach numbers that would DEVASTATE the environment! Especially because the biggest creatures would reach full size within months of their birth!"

And I'm here just...

Guys. Elephants grow to full size over fifteen years.

Even if the accelerated growth gene Wu programmed into his animals resulted in fast-growing populations, they'd still probably take a year or two to reach adulthood and/or breeding age. Bumpy took a month or two to reach her peak, and she still turned out a runt, and she was a freak who was running at about 500% speed. And "rapid growth rate" is a whole different can of worms to study.

But...yes, it's boring, but that's not how invasive species work. I'm begging people to study the timelines of these things. I just looked into the python infestation in Florida, and they were basically introduced in the 1930s. The nineteen thirties. Almost a century ago. Then they were confirmed to be breeding in the wild in the nineties. Sixty years later. They weren't banned until 2012. They're an invasive species that's devastated the Everglades, but it took them decades to reach that point.

Pablo Escobar's hippos? Forty years.

But then you look at the Spotted Lanternfly and the Emerald Ash Borer. Insects. The Ash Borer came over in 2002, and it took a decade or so to mess up my neighborhood's ash tree population. The Lanternfly arrived in the 2010s. By the 2020s, it's Public Enemy Number One. Insect epidemics take a decade to latch on and do their thing. That's fast.

That's why the locust plot worked in Dominion. Because bringing back a prehistoric insect that can't be hunted by falcons or mantises or spiders or carnivorous non-avian dinosaurs is going to have FAR more rapid consequences than a dozen elephant-sized herbivores who wandered off a farm. Even a bunch of ostriches three times the size of ostriches.

If you take things seriously...you have to take it seriously in every aspect.

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Day 5 of @leovilweek: Shopping!

“Next up, the boutique.” “Ugh, didn’t you just get a new pair of shoes?” “Yes but the movie premier is this Sunday and I still need a coat to match the purple lipstick I got.”

Leona rolled his eyes as he walked alongside the beautiful blond beside him. The pair are out in the locale mall of the Sunset Savannah to buy some birthday gifts for Cheka and some stuff themselves, the place was luckily not so busy just how they liked it with the sun shining a photo perfect golden hour though the large glass ceiling and equally large glass windows that nearly take some of the tall walls. Leona isn’t fond of the idea of shopping, never been a fan since he was a child, but Vil tends to know how to handle any amount of money with a shopping trip, where to buy, how to get good deals, and even spot out fakes versus genuine items of brands. 

Vil’s heels stop clicking as he turns to the fountain to read a list on his phone, “After the boutique we should visit the Toy Hospital to see if we can find a little stuffed animal for Cheka, I was thinking of an elephant since he seems to like them so far. After that we could stop by the sweets for something nice to add—” Leona’s emerald eyes narrow as he listens to Vil drone and ramble about their plans as he… window shops. Vil’s white tight jeans: 250 Maldol. Vil’s sun hat with a yellow ribbon: 180 Madol. Vil’s well done, well crafted brown eyeshadow that forms his eyes perfectly and works well with his contour: 115 Madol. Vil’s golden jewelry set: 1,500 Madol. Vil was worth all that and so much more than any receipts can say. Vil is surprisingly humble when it comes to certain fancy items given how he looks and where he was raised, but the prince just loves spoiling his little tausi ya dhahabu. It even gives him a little something in return later—

“Come along Leona~!”

Leona smirks and follows suit after the pretty diva, a hand already finding way around that slim waist with a proud grin.

[thepastisalreadywritten]

The First Official Gala Portrait of King Frederik X of Denmark and his Australian-born wife Queen Mary

The portrait, which shows the couple wearing the Order of the Elephant on chains, will be displayed in state institutions, including at Danish embassies and consulates around the world.  

Taken at Christiansborg Palace in Copenhagen, it is the first photo of Mary wearing the crown jewels as queen since ascending the throne in January. 

In the portrait, Mary wears an emerald set with a tiara, necklace earrings, and a large broach. 

The set was designed by jeweller CM Weisshaupt and was a gift from Christian VIII to Queen Caroline Amalie, the Royal House states on its website. 

The set’s emeralds and diamonds are partly reused items from the jewellery collection of Christian VI’s Queen Sophie Magdalene and from older bracelets, combined with newly purchased stones, the Royal House website states.

Mary also wears a diamond miniature portrait of the king in a bow of Order of Dannebrog ribbon, in keeping with the tradition of female members of the royal family wearing a portrait of the sovereign.

25 April 2024

[dudadrawings17]

Maleficent: I just hope these little goblins inside of me decide to be born very soon! I can't take this pregnancy any longer! Ursula: enjoy while you can, darling! After your babies are born, THEN you'll wish you'd still be pregnant! Cruella: at least you have Chernabog doing everything for you. Ursula: who would guess the Disney version of Satan would be such a soft papa, right? Maleficent: why, just because we have horns, like black and green colors, and we're both related to evil and Hell, we can't be good parents?? Wow, rude!

— x — x — x — x — x —

Frollo: you know... You remind me of someone... Gothel: oh yeah? Who? Frollo: your raven hair, your emerald eyes... Are you single, my dear? Gothel: I'm a single mother. Is that a problem to you. Frollo: not at all. I'm a single father too.

— x — x — x — x — x —

Cruella: say it again, darling! Clayton: I ~kill~ animals. Cruella: oooohh yeah, babe! What else? Clayton: I ~sell~ them for riches. Cruella: oooh you evil man! Clayton: now tell me, my darling. What animal you desire the most? A coat made of leopard fur? Shoes made of crocodile skin? An elephant head to decorate your living room? Say it, and I shall have whatever pleases you! Cruella: I want... A ~dalmatian~ coat! Clayton: ... Say what?

— x — x — x — x — x —

Silver: are you sure about this, James? Hook: about what, John? Silver: I don't know... It's the very first time we're leaving Pietra alone with mr. Smee... Hook: oh, don't worry, my dear. Smee knows he better take good care of our daughter if he doesn't want his ass to be kicked.

— x — x — x — x — x —

Jafar: (on the cellphone) Hades, where are you? Hades: I left earlier, Jaffar. I'm tired. Jafar: what?? Where are you going?? Hades: home. Jafar: are you kidding me?? Get your ass back here! You drunk too much! Hades: relax, will you? I took a cab! Jafar: WE WERE DRINKING IN YOUR HOME, YOU ANIMAL! Hades: ... Then where am I going??

[bloodyethanol]

i sleep on the elephant's foot like an angel every night and my hair shines beautifully like an emerald and im throwing up blood

[somanyratsinthewalls]

700 Follower Prompt Game!

700 FOLLOWERS?!?!? 

Wow. I am humbled. Thank you all so much! To show my appreciation I thought I'd do another fun little prompt event! Select a color (character) and an animal (trope/kink) or maybe even more than one but you’d have to specify, and send it to my inbox! I’ll write a fun little one-shot based on your suggestion. I will try my best to get to as many as I can, but of course I apologize in advance if I don’t get to yours soon! (Also if I don’t have your favorite character please feel free to suggest them!)

I unfort only write fem reader, sorry in advance! Posts will be smut unless you specify fluff only. I encourage being specific and weird in the recs!

*Choices under the cut*

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Characters

*Red* - Luffy

*Blue* - Sanji

*Green* - Zoro *Yellow* - Usopp

*Orange* - Nami

*Purple* - Robin

*Cerulean* - Franky

*Pink* - Doflamingo

*Maroon* - Mihawk

*Teal* - Buggy

*Indigo* - Sabo

*Sunburst* - Ace

*Chartreuse* - Crocodile

*Crimson* - Kid

*Eggshell* - Killer

*Navy* - Law

*Magenta* - Corazon 

*Emerald* - Hancock 

*Vermillion* - Shanks

*Viridian* - Barto

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Tropes/Kinks

*Lion* - Only One Bed

*Bear* - Enemies to Lovers

*Tiger* - Bondage 

*Fawn* - Virginity Loss/First Time

*Stork* - Breeding

*Rabbit* - Friends to Lovers

*Kitten* - Comfort/Hurt to Smut

*Mouse* - Edging

*Dragon* - Overstimulation

*Sloth* - Somnophilia 

*Elephant* - Fake Relationship

*Bullfrog* - Arranged Marriage

*Starfish* - Body Worship

*Hummingbird* - Sex Pollen/Aphrodisiac

*Bat* - Exhibitionism

*Rattlesnake* - Threesome/Foursome

*Shark* - Impact Play/Pain Kink

*Leopard* - Degradation

*Retriever* - Praise

*Rooster* - Drunk/High Sex

GET CREATIVE, PALS!