#firepoker

[hannigramislife]

Bsd Twitter is the place where critical thinking, empathy, and reading comprehension go to die.

[tortoisesshells]

50 + 271

[knightinink]

I had to draw more dogs & I was in a GE mood today. When I said that Joe was an Irish Wolfhound of a man, this is what I meant. 

[widowshill]

the Roger Julia bestie debrief is gonna be a big one today

[ninbinary]

..years ago (2008?), I had a close friend who passed on, and his spouse had that passage from The Velveteen Rabbit read at the funeral

“too much love” - photo sequence by katja kemnitz

[steveseddie]

cold noses, warm kisses

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles and @steddiemas | prompts: fireplace and cold | wc: 998 | rating: t | tags: post-canon, steve takes care of eddie, first kiss, fluff, spicy six mention

read on ao3

“I’m going to kill Buckley,” Eddie mutters through chattering teeth. He’s sitting in front of the fireplace wrapped in two thick blankets, and he’s still shivering.

Steve grabs the firepoker and stirs the wood so the fire burns better and hopefully warms Eddie up. “Being charged with murder one time wasn’t enough?”

“More than enough, Stevie,” Eddie wrinkles his nose. “But I’ll die from hypothermia before they can charge me.”

“You’re not gonna die.” Steve rolls his eyes, sitting on the couch. “Maybe lose a toe or two.”

Eddie whines, burrowing further beneath the blankets until Steve can see only his eyes and nose.

“Besides, Rob might’ve dared you, Eds, but you didn’t have to do it.”

It being Robin’s dare to get in the lake in just his underwear and stay there for ten minutes.

Steve and Nancy protested. Even Jonathan, high as he and Argyle were, made a disapproving face. It was cold outside and the water would only be worse. The last thing they wanted was to cut their trip to the lake short because Eddie caught something.

But despite their protests Eddie stubbornly stripped down, making Steve’s cheeks burn in a way he didn’t think was possible in such cold weather, and strode off towards the lake.

He lasted ten minutes– shivering aggressively the whole time and muttering a creative string of curses while his lips turned alarmingly blue.

When the timer went off, Eddie stumbled out of the lake and made a beeline for the lake house, flipping Robin off when he walked past her.

The others kept playing but Steve followed Eddie inside. He told him to put on dry clothes while he got the fire going and gathered the thickest blankets he could find.

But despite his efforts, Eddie was still freezing.

“I would n-n-never back down from a dare, S-S-Steve,” Eddie stammers out.

“Jesus Christ, Eds.” Steve’s eyebrows knit together in concern. He stands up and grabs another blanket from the hallway closet, wrapping it around Eddie.

They sit in silence except for Eddie’s chattering teeth and the crackling fire. Outside, they can hear their friends talking and laughing. Steve hears Robin dare Argyle to climb a tree, blindfolded. Argyle must accept because the next thing they hear is a loud thud and a pained groan.

Steve shakes his head. “We’re never letting her pick the dares again.”

Eddie snorts. “Should we let Nancy? What did she dare you to do? Put five marshmallows in your mouth?”

“That was dangerous! I could’ve choked!” Steve says, bumping his shoulder against Eddie with a laugh. Maybe it was a lame dare.

“It was dangerous alright. I almost popped a boner thinking about what that mouth can fit,” Eddie blurts out to both of their surprise.

Something hot courses through Steve, his breath catching in his throat. “What?”

Eddie’s eyes go wide. “Nothing!”

“Eddie–”

“Nope!” He says, high pitched and hysterical. Then he tugs the blankets over his head to hide from Steve.

“Come on, man,” Steve says, grabbing the fabric and trying to pull it away but Eddie resists.

“No, I’m staying here.”

And Steve could wait until Eddie starts suffocating down there and emerges but he knows that underneath those blankets, he’s spiraling, worried that Steve is mad or uncomfortable.

So with a sigh, he says, “Eddie, the only reason why I didn’t pop one when you stripped was because it was too cold.”

No sound or movement comes from the Eddie-shaped blanket pile at first but then, slowly, the blankets move to reveal Eddie’s big doe eyes. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

“You are,” Eddie insists. “You’re not even gay!”

“I’m bisexual,” he says. It’s only the second time he’s said it out loud– the first one being to Robin, of course. “And I’m crazy about you,” he adds before he loses his nerve. It’s the first time he admits that.

Eddie breathes out a soft, “Oh.” He sucks nervously on his lip, making Steve’s eyes flicker down to them. It’s not the first time it’s happened but it’s the first time that Eddie notices, and it’s like a switch is flipped.

He quickly starts untangling himself from the blankets.

Steve blinks. “Uh, what are you– are you finally warm?”

“Nope.”

Steve’s eyebrows knit but his confusion quickly morphs into something else when Eddie finally frees himself, swings his leg over Steve and flops down on his lap, straddling him.

“But I have a better way to warm up,” Eddie winks, wrapping his arms around Steve’s neck and leaning in until their faces are only inches apart. “What do you say, sweetheart?”

What does Steve say?

He grabs a fistful of Eddie’s sweater and tugs. “Come here,” he says before pressing their lips together.

Eddie sighs happily, melting against him. Steve slides his arms around Eddie’s waist, his fingers brushing against his skin when the sweater rides up, making Eddie shiver, though this time Steve doesn’t think it’s because of the cold.

Eddie’s cold nose digs into Steve’s cheek as he tries to deepen the kiss. Tilting his head so the angle is better, Steve lets him in and kisses him back just as hard.

When the kiss slows down, Steve pulls away and grins at Eddie.

“How’s that?” He asks, brushing his nose against Eddie’s, which is warm now.

Eddie’s eyes slowly flutter open. “How’s what?”

Steve chuckles softly. “I mean, are you still cold?”

“Oh! Not as much as I was but–” he trails off, his eyes darting down to Steve’s lips.

Steve raises an eyebrow. “But?”

“But I might need you to warm me up a little more, sweetheart,” Eddie says sheepishly.

A grin breaks across Steve’s face. “I think I can do that,” he says, flipping them so Eddie ends up on his back with Steve hovering over him. He swoops down to kiss him again.

The blankets fall to the floor, but Eddie and Steve don’t bother to pick them up. They don’t need them anymore.

[haleyusesherwords]

That feeling when you can’t use your ability to lower the difficulty of the check because your opponent is using your son as a weapon in hand to hand combat rather than another one of the firepokers from the flower pot on the kitchen table

…..you know, such a relatable feeling

[gothamsgaygirlgang]

I believe it was the "yer puppets got tits" joke that caused the tits, the pinhead one is still my favourite and best work

So I stumbled upon your account as a certified cooper howard simp and I just really, really need to ask. Is that Slappy from Goosebumps with triple Ds as your pfp??? I just gotta know because it’s the first time I’ve had to do a triple take when looking at a pfp

You are amongst friends here who also have a wicked taste in nasty men. No, he's not Slappy 🤣 my little beloved puppet is from Deep Red (1975, dir. Dario Argento) and he's been a pfp running gag for years at this point. Every so often he gets a new costume courtesy of @gothamsgaygirlgang

I can't remember why we started giving him tits but here he is in all his ORIGINAL glory:

[muffinsin]

I keep forgetting to put my name on the angsts requests. I got another angst one

How would the dimi sisters react to their fem. lover dying by the hands of the villagers. The lover goes out to the village to do some errands and suddenly she’s kidnapped, the villager/s do horrifying things to her (was gonna suggest SA but you’re probably not comfortable with that), the lover doesn’t immediately die, she dies once she’s in the arms of the sisters. The lover’s appearance is all messed up, clothes ripped apart and all bloodied up. If you don’t feel comfortable doing it that’s okay, either way thanks and thanks for doing the requests, you’re an amazing writer

-rambunctious anon

Y’all have it OUT for the reader/their s/o!👀😳

Let’s get into it! :)

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

Bela

Bela is powerful. And with this, she is feared. With fear, often comes anger. And with anger comes revenge

She is aware of the target on her back. How once in a while a foolish villager will attempt to get the jump on her. They never succeed to take down the Dimitrescu heiress

However- she is not yet aware of the target now automatically being put on your back too, the moment word gets out of her fondness of you

She immediately worries when you aren’t back from your trip to the village when you said you’d be. When you still aren’t at night, she is extremely alarmed and it wasn’t for her mother warning her about the cold, she would’ve immediately gone out for you

Alas, she is trapped at the castle for the night, anxious and staring out her window all night long to wait for you. But you don’t show

She wishes she had come with you, to look out for you. Ironically, your shared reasoning was for her to stay back to avoid panic

The second the sun rises and temperature raises enough, she is out, no matter the sting of her skin at the remaining cold air

She searches the village, and upon smelling your blood in the air, she sees red. She follows the scent fast, uncaring of the scared villagers around her. She doesn’t pay them mind as they hurry inside their houses- you’re all that is on her mind

When she at last tracks your scent to a shack near outside the village, she is ruthless in her movements. The wooden door is torn down, startling your kidnappers

She sees you on the floor, barely conscious, and her eyes widen. The scent of your blood is all over the shack, and she sees it pooling around you. There are four figures, men, staring at her. One is kneeling at your side, a sharp knife in his hand. Bela’s gaze makes him drop him in surprise, his hands shaking. Another holds a gun, and the others are armed with a whip and firepoker

The leader, with the gun, raises his arm. Bela feels the sickle summoned in her hand, and charges

She doesn’t grant the man a reaction when a bullet hits her. The air is not quite warm enough yet for her to avoid the bullet completely

With this, a fight ensues

Skin is slashed, blood is spilled. Bela’s senses are on fire

The gun-bearer is brought down first with a quick thrust of her sickle into his skull. It makes a sick cracking sound as she pulls it back out

A firepoker attempts to stab into her side, and she quickly counters this. It doesn’t reach her skin, instead she grabs the end and yanks it

The man is quick to die by her hands twisting his neck

The two remaining scramble to the corner of the shack

As the whip slashes through the air, her gloved fingers close around it. This time the man is smart enough to let go of it as Bela yanks it away

She summons her flies, hearing their screams loud as they dig through the men’s skin. Their goal: their filthy, tainted hearts

She cannot bother with them anymore, instead rushes towards you

Gloved fingers tug the chains holding your hands above your head. Your body falls forwards, onto her

Her lip quivers as she takes in your state; torn clothing that is soaked with your own blood, deep cuts and burns underneath. The word “betrayal” cut into your chest. Your lip is cut, your eye black

She cups your cheek gently as the men die, unable to escape. She would not have a single of them get out of this alive.

“Bela…”

Her word spoken so gently and weakly from your lips has her heart break. She presses her hands to your wounds, apologizing as you writhe in pain. But she can’t cover them all, and feels your blood seep through her fingers

“Stay awake, just-just stay awake!”, she begs, her arm slung around you. Yet as she attempts to stand with you in her arms, you wail in pain. She immediately drops back down, you nearly on her lap as she kneels

She notices how your eyes feel droopy, as you struggle to stay awake. “Please”, she begs

She feels your hand on her cheek, bloodying it. “Please”, she begs again. She notices the tears running down her cheeks

She won’t move. Deep down, she knows what is happening. What she cannot stop. So she stays, and holds you tight. She smells your hair and holds your torn and bruised flesh, caresses your hair and kisses your head

“I love you” she whispers. Sobs wretch her body; she is not getting a response back, as your body has gone limp

Cassandra

Cassandra is something of a scary bedtime story in the village. A myth that is all too real, a monster stalking at night and haunting the woods

Many think of plotting revenge, few decide to try to free themselves of her

None return alive. And as Cassandra mocks these attempts in sick and sadistic ways, delivering heads and limbs as proof of the hunters’s termination, hatred, fear, and the urge to take revenge grows

But the hunters learn and so realise: Cassandra cannot be taken on

The same does not go for you, however. She tries her best to keep her feelings for you a secret for this reason, yet as the truth slips and spreads, you now have a target on your back

She is worried when she doesn’t see you at night. You should be long back already…

She searches the entire castle for you, and freaks out when she can’t find you

Despite the cold, she pushes on through the village. Adrenaline keeps her going, especially when she tastes your fear and smells the scent of your blood in the air

She doesn’t care who is involved and your disappearance- any villager unlucky enough to be seen by her is exposed to her wrath, and soon she paints the village red, snow glistening with innocent blood

As she tracks your scent to a house, she doesn’t hesitate. Worry, fear, anger, bloodlust grips her tight as she easily swarms inside the house. She hears your pained, muffled screams and tenses

Upon finding you chained and bleeding, screaming weakly with a group of six hunters surrounding you, her eyes flash dangerously

The first is completely caught off guard, her claw-like nails slashing the man’s neck before anybody even takes notice of her

Cassandra would have laughed at them for pulling out wooden stakes and hammers, their actions painfully cliche. Alas, with your whimpers and weak heartbeat, she does not feel like laughing at all

She lunges for the next as flies move from her body and attack two more- women, this time. Her sickle and claws slash, her teeth rip into exposed skin and rip open her victim’s throat

The three bodies fall to the floor, leaving only two more

As she also makes easy work of yanking and breaking the next man’s skull, the last covers helplessly next to you, a knife raises to your throat.

She growls angrily at the audacity!

Still, with the woman having her knife at your throat, she isn’t fast enough. The knife falls from a broken hand as Cassandra attacks, flies piercing through her skin and eating her from the inside out

Cassandra immediately swarms to you, her fingers gripping the cloth from your mouth. You spit blood

“You’ll be alright, you’ll be fine!”, she speaks quickly. “We’ll make them pay”, she adds, a promise

As you are unbound, Cassandra easily catches you, eyes taking in your many wounds. She rips clothing from the hunters, pressing it against your wounds as you mewl in pain

“Stay awake. Don’t close your eyes!”, she commands, although her wavering voice seems more as though she is begging you. And she is

She notices your hands on her, pulling her close. She feels your lips press against her cheek softly and nearly pulls away

“Nononono!”, she curses. She knows what you are doing. She refuses to allow it to be last time

“Stay awake!”, she begs. The cloths are drenched with blood fast, and she cannot stop it

She sees your cuts through torn clothing

“No! NO!”, she screams as she hears your heartbeat weaken. She pushes against your chest, as if begging you to stay with her

“Stay awake! Please!”, she begs. Barely has Cassandra Dimitrescu begged for anything since her reborn life. Yet here she is, begging, shaking, gripping your near limp body tightly

Your heartbeat slows, and ends. She holds you tight, angry tears running down her cheeks

How DARE they?!

With you held close to her, Cassandra ensures nobody ever dares such an action again

Long before morning, the village is painted bloody red, houses torn, bodies scattered everywhere, left as a message to the few remaining she has left alive. She is ruthless, killing until her muscles ache

At last she returns to the castle with your body

Daniela

Daniela has made plenty of enemies in her life, for many things. Among these are the faults the villagers seek revenge for

Kidnapping maidens, slaughtering people and animals, scaring and harassing with her sisters for the fun of it

Often she has been underestimated by humans due to being the youngest sister. Little do they need to learn, this makes her the most wicked

All too soon it is proven that Daniela is unreachable, slaughtering all that is sent her way, or snickering as her sisters effortlessly dispose of and dismember those daring to attempt hurting the youngest huntress

She is very open with her love and admiration for you- something she immediately regrets when one day you venture into the village without her and don’t return even as it grows dark outside

She attempts to go outside to search for you, merely to be dragged inside by her mother, screaming and crying in pain at the cold wind

She begs Alcina to go look for you, yet she isn’t as accustomed to your smell, and as she returns hours later, she is on your own. Daniela is torn

She keeps trying to get outside, sustaining severe injuries each time

At last, the snow clears as night blends into day. The moment she is able to swarm outside, she exits the castle

She searches the village, your smell all over. But it doesn’t remain there, instead moves to a small trail leaving from the village

She gasps as she notices your blood smeared on the ground

As she at last finds a boathouse in the distance, she quickly proceeds

Daniela freezes when she hears your pained, weak screams and gasps

She hears people interrogating you, asking you of her weaknesses.

The word “cold” never slips past your weak lips

As she swarms inside, sickle in her hand, the three men surrounding you jump.

They pull knives and guns out, not hesitating, ready and eager for a fight. She tsks. She is still underestimated even as her eyes flash angrily

Still, the youngest is the quickest huntress, and as bullets fly right through her, the men’s eyes widen in fear

They now realise they do not stand a chance

The first kidnapper falls quick with slashes to his exposed neck and chest

Daniela is aware of your flinches at every shot fired

Your eyes struggle to stay open, yet you don’t dare close them. With each bullet fired you gasp weakly, fearing it will hit her soft skin or vital organs. None do

The second falls fast, and the last quickly succumbs to his fate as Daniela’s nails dig through his chest, rough and fast, pulling his heart out of his mangled chest

She unbuckles your chains, catching you in her arms. “I’ve got you”, she whispers hushed, caressing your bruised face with bloody fingers

As she lifts you, you whimper. She holds you close, arms tight around you as she tries not to focus on the many cuts and slashes on you

“We will get you home! I promise! Just stay with me!”, she begs

You barely feel the wind against your face as she carries you, rushing helplessly towards the castle

“….dani…”

She slows, sinking to her knees as realisation hits her. No, NO! You can’t!

She feels you against her as she keeps going, running fast as she runs to the castle

“We’re here! You’l be okay!”, she cheers, holding you tight. She merely feels the adrenaline, her own heartbeat pounding in her ears

She does not realise you are long lacking one

“Mother! Mother!”, she yells, grinning as she brushes your face. You’ll be okay!

Only when she is asked to put you down on the bed does she frown at your lack of a heartbeat

Golden eyes widen, and she desperately throws herself against you, crying and pressing her face to your chest, as if begging for a heartbeat

[suitservice]

✄ MY VGEN | MY KOFI | CARRD

"Lost" RPGmaker game adopt that I had a lot of fun making :D!

Posted to my TOYHOUSE!

Fake "lost lore" under the cut!

Not sure if anyone will actually know what game I'm talking about since I feel like it's super obscure?? but I just remembered it while watching an rpgmaker iceberg   

It was a game that you could find on one of those sites similar to jayisgames (??) where people would create posts "reviewing" or giving a quick summary of the game and at the bottom there would be either a download link or a button you could click to play the game in browser depending on the game. I remember having to download this one and watching a youtube tutorial (how to open game files) bc this was literally like in the early 2000s when I barely knew how to do anything involving downloads lol. After you download the game icon pops up on your computer. The icon for this game would be a dog wearing a gasmask with a bright red flower in it's mouth (its kind of hard to tell that its a dog unless you have actually gone through and played the game, because the gasmask dog is one of the "enemies" you combat while playing) Theres no title under the icon, I think it was literally just the star ( * ) symbol but I guess its supposed to be seen as a flower? There isn't an opening sequence, or at least not one that I can remember super well? Maybe I always just held skip and so now I dont really remember the opening scene. Everything in the first room you're in kind of has like a dark grey brick texture. Almost like it was made with default brick texture in rpgmaker just with the hue slide around to kind of represent other textures? Like tables/chairs/dressers/things on the wall would be the same exact brick texture just color changed to be brown. They dont stay like this for the entire game, its just in the first room. All the other rooms in this game are super surreal but very gothic? Like weird stained glass and iron gate type things. Theres lots of "framed" pictures on the walls when you walk through what are hallways. I remember thinking that the game was set in something similar to the reptile room from the "A series of unfortunate events" movie with jim carrey, just with the lights turned off or something. SUPER dark. You can collect pictures off the walls and use them as weapons, sort of. But it's better to just use the fireplace poker you can get from the room you start in. There are fireplaces in a bunch of other rooms and you can re-put your firepoke into it to make a better weapon. If you don't pick up this item I guess you work towards a good ending? edit; my fake lore was too long you can read the rest on the adopt page sorryyy

[alkhemeya]

The Magnus Archives, Episode 11 — 13. Thoughts.

I've decided instead of speedrunning the damn podcast, I'll just listen to like, 3, a day.

Also, I'll be getting my Ipad earlier then expected. They just needed to replace the screen. So, albino Sims fanart will happen soon!

Statement Begins.

Episode 11 — Dreamer.

1. Oooh, this one is about the previous Archivist? Wild. Dreams, too. Makes sense.

1.5. Antonio Blake, love his name. And he's gay/bi! Can't believe he dated a man named Graham. Though, better name then Tim.

2. Huh, Blood vessels? The way people are described here kinda reminds me of, uh, Bloodborne. For some reason. Though, the way the veins are described on the people.

2.5. Bet Antonio sees like, how people die. Like, death clairvoyance. Also, odd how he didn't wake up when he got hurt. Very odd.

3. OH MY GOD I WAS RIGHT! He saw how his previous manager (why is he name John too? Why???) was hung by a vein and he hung himself in real life! DEATH CLAIRCOYANCE!

3.5. Every Saturday, huh? And yeesh, 8 years of this?? I find it funny that our guy works in a magic shop. How funny.

4. Oh, oh fuck. Imagine trying to stop your dad's death and he died anyway. Ouch.

5. Scarlet light? That's new. And Gertrude seems to be the only one who died with this stuff in the dream... hmmm.

6. Poor Antonio, trying to stop people from dying and it happens anyways.

7. Sims! And what the fuck did Elias mean 'died in the line of duty'? That's really not a good sign. 100% Elias killed Gertrude. Maybe for, like, ritual stuff?

7.5. Antonio and Geryrude will now go on the list. Yes, Gertrude is dead, but her death is wildly suspicious yknow?

8. And Antonio Blake is a fake name, understandable. Sims thinks its kinda fake, but will clearly want to know if anyone dreams of his death. Same.

Episode 12 — First Aid.

1. Calling it now, we'll hear some wild shit. Like Cannibalism. Nightshift at the hospital is calling for chaos.

1.5. Hear ye! Christmas is not fun for doctors. The Insane shit that happens is wild. I know of a family member who got stabbed on Christmas. Told me about how, when he was waiting in the er, this one guy walked in with a firepoker in the side.

2. Dear god, second degree all over? What fucking happened? Did he get boiled alive? Roasted? The fuck???? Why are his clothing okay???

2.5. And another guy too. Shit. Bet its the spooky fire ghost. Why does the guy have eyes on his joints? Like, cool tattoos, but huh??? Are they protection? Like evil eye stuff??

3. OH MY GOD THE YOING GUY IS GERARS! GERARD WHAT ARE YOI DOING???

4. And the older one is speaking. Asag/Asak, Veepalach, and The Lightless flame. That seems. Important. Maybe it's the fire ghost guy from before? I don't know.

4.5. OUR DOC IS GETTING HOT LIKE OUR BUILDER GUY! The older man may be a fire ghost. Though, he's clearly tangible. Maybe it's fire people? Like, they can't live long because etheyll melt like candles? I'm just throwing stuff to the wall.

5. Okay. Empty AE. Not good. Why is there growling?

6. THE VENDING MACHINES FUCKING EXPLODED? WHAT. WAIT FONT TOUCH THE BUNRING GUY DOC FO NOT.

6.5. DOC IS GOMNA FUCKING GET BURNT.

7. Gérard I love you I adore you have my money. Gérard is a hunter, isn't he? He hunts the supernatural, like Sam and Dean.

7.5. What the fuck do you mean 'better beholding?' What I'd the beholding? Oh, wait. WAIT! IS IT LIKE THE CHURCH THING??? OH MY GOD ARE THEY ELRITCH GODS??? I need to write that down!

7.6. YEAH BURNUNG GUY IS DEAD! Fycking cremated himself tho. Rip.

7.7. I don't like that last sentence. What does he mean hea being watched? Is it that beholding? Is it???

8. Okay, okay! So, Asag is a Demon who corrupts and is disease, okay. OH! Martin speaks Polish? Love that. And apparently some Latin. Sims please stop bullying him.

8.5. So, Sasha is techno person here while Martin is the language guy. Cool, cool. Don't like that last bit about an eye. Really don't!

Episode 13 — Alone.

1. OH MY GOD WE HET ANOTHER BOIXE! Naomi. Love that name.

1.5. Poor Sims trying to explain. Also, full name Naomi Herne. And it's about her fiances funeral? Rip.

2. Okay, regular stuff. Naomi seems depressed, but that's just me. I too love being alone. I don't have to talk to people, or be bothered.

3. The sudden mention of Evan having a religious family immediately made me think of a cult. And it probably is.

3.5. I really don't like the sound of the family. Also, mind control? Or maybe grief? Not sure about that bit.

4. Did Naomi get thrown into a liminal space, but the woods? Or am I just overthinking?

4.5. Naomi. Get out there. I really don't like the sound of that graveyard. NAOMI.

5. I don't know why, but that felt more... Real then the other statements I've listened to. Despite my love for being alone, I also am terrified of it. Especially of I'm the woods. Like, am I truly alone? And if I am, will I get out? Will anyone remember if I die? Will they care? Honestly, being alone can be both terrifying and comfortable.

6. Sims. Sims. You need to learn to be more nice oh my god. This man gets no bitches.

7. Okay, so possibly a teleworking graveyard. Hmm. And the fact that a part of the fragment has forgotten on it...

8. Yeah, the Lukases are a cult, probably about being forgotten or some shit. I can feel it!

And that's it. My head hurts, oh god.

I am not made for this much thinking.

Statement Ends.

[tmrrwppl]

"You know if it was part of Tía Maria's collection, there is nothing I can do to save you, right?"

"Maybe a bottle or two. But it's not my fault. It was unguarded and I could get my hands on it."

[knightinink]

“Tell me something only Pip would know! And you better make it quick or I’ll banish you to Hell myself!”

He’d been backed into a corner, phasing through objects as he moved. Strangely enough however, the walls were solid, as if they were some sort of barrier.

The boy curled even further into himself, if that were even possible. Tears still streaming down his cheeks and guarding himself with his arms he whimpered out, “T-That night, when I went to Miss Havisham’s the first time, a-and I said there was flags and dogs? T-Then I came in here to you and t-told you, that I lied, and you told me not to do it again. I’ve never told anyone that but you!”

The hand brandishing the fire poker began to shake, and soon the weapon fell to the floor, the man falling to his knees shortly after. Shakily, he reached out a hand towards the boy.

“Oh my god… Pip… it is you.”

The boy sniffled and peaked through his arms, metaphorical heart still pounding where his chest would be.

“Yeah…”

The man’s breath started to quicken, and tears formed in the corners of his eyes.

“…How?”

“I don’t know…”

[widowshill]

watch out paul. armed and dangerous

[mugman64]

Percy Jackson Headcanons

(A lot of these are inspired by other people’s ideas)

-Percy has Tattoos

Lots of little ones to symbolize his friends both dead and alive, obviously a tattoo devoted to Sally. But he also has forearm tattoos of the symbols of the gods and goddesses he respects, it’s only a rainbow, a firepoker in a hearth, and a silver arrow on his forearms.

-Percy introduces all his godly cousins by stupid names

Sally honestly wasn’t surprised when a god showed up at the door, she was surprised when Percy called him “cousin snake man and his two pocket snakes” (who he promptly fed rats).

-Percy has a New York accent It only comes out when he’s really angry, tired, or horny. Annabeth hears it more than others.

-Percy has long hair

It grew out past shoulder length while he was missing and he hasn’t cut it since. Both Annabeth and Sally like it, but when he grows a beard he looks like the Poseidon of myth.

-Percy can Cook

He learned from his mom and has never stopped. Baking, grilling, cooking, smoking. if it’s a type of cooking, he does it, and he does it well. Nico avoided Percy for two months after losing a pasta competition to him and even that wasn’t long enough to avoid the shame.

-Percy, Lee, Beckendorf, Silena, and Clarrise where all really close friends

It started when Percy wanted to learn to make stuff in the forge, which snowballed into Beckendorf basically adopting Percy and introducing him to his crew. It took a couple years but eventually Clarrise warmed up to him, they were a crucial part of each others mental recovery after the Titan war.

-Percy is a stoner

Just enough to keep the edge off but he refuses to touch alcohol due to Gabe. Beckendorf and Lee spent like 2 months researching demigods, filing a report, submitting it to Athena, and gaining her seal of approval on the “Study of Drugs on Demigod Physiology” (It basically says demigod minds and bodies are durable enough to nullify addictive chemicals and the negative effects of some drugs). The group celebrated the approval of such a study by smoking and watching the live action Alvin and the Chipmunks.

-Percy loves SpongeBob

Percy is currently giving Poseidon the silent treatment because he refused a burger cooking contest with him despite Percy pulling the golden spatula from the grease in front of him. Also, yes, Poseidon does look similar to early SpongeBob Neptune, and no he has no clue how Percy managed to smuggle a bucket of grease and a golden spatula into Atlantis.

-Percy is a pirate

After his third quest Percy went ape shit trying to fight the war and end it before it took anymore lives. It culminated in him carrying a gun at all times and rebuilding an old sunken ship to its former glory. He didn’t get to use it until the summer leading into the titan war where he sunk 4 ships transporting monsters and 2 ships that were moving illegal objects

-Percy doesn’t fight for Olympus

Percy has never cared about the gods beyond making sure they don’t hurt the people he loves. His speech during the battle of Manhattan was a call to the demigods to fight to protect each other, to protect their family, and to fight this war so the next generation of demigods might not have to. Him and every other counselor sees their jobs as protecting the youngest and newest demigods above all else.

-Percy is musical

Whether it’s because he has the sea coursing through his veins or something else he’s good at singing, guitar, and most instruments. He occasionally used to play as a joke for kids at camp. Now it’s mostly a coping mechanism for the wars and Tartarus, anyone that needs music to relate to is free to listen.

Most of the counselors and elder hunters have a shared memory of the night before the last day of the Titan war. None of them could sleep out of fear of the unavoidable casualties tomorrow would bring, so they gathered in the most secluded room and sat and mourned. Eventually, Percy broke out a bag of weed to help everyone relax since they couldn’t sleep while Percy and Grover performed a heart-stopping rendition of Peace Train by Cat Stevens.

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