#give me the creep

[lilislegacy]

Percy at ease

Percy calm, but a little on edge

Percy when mildly angry

Friendly reminder that Percy jackson - our beloved silly adorable seaweed brain - is absolutely terrifying. When he’s angry, when he’s scared, when he’s on edge - he’s not warm and fuzzy.

No other character gets that reaction from people. Jason (the sweetie) is perceived as calm and in control, nico (our favorite self-outcasted outcast) is perceived as solemn and creepy, reyna (girlboss queen slay) is perceived as confident and assertive, and annabeth (our girl) is perceived as fierce, clever, and formidable. They are all intimidating to an extent.

But not like Percy. No. Becasue even when he’s at ease, he’s described as wild and disobedient. And when he’s not at ease, even if just little bit, he’s perceived as powerful, dangerous, and scary. Someone who NOBODY wants to mess with. Nobody even questions his power. One look from him has literal gangs running the other way. One look from him has Leo so scared that he’s literally shaking, and feeling the same innate fright and alarm that he does when jason summons an ear-piercing, earth-shaking, deadly bolt of lighting.

like… HELLO??? can we all just sit on that for a moment?? good lord

One angry look from percy has people thinking one thing: Run.

Percy is, canonically, the character that people find the most frightening and intimidating.

And unless he’s in a good mood - which you better hope he is - the reality is that most of us would be completely terrified of him if we met him.

[ducktracy]

there are a lot of evil people in the world and a lot of darkness in the world and so it’s very important for me to stress that now more than ever is the time to spread kindness and compassion. combat the evil by not only not partaking in it, but actively refuting it. destroy the notion that being compassionate or generous or kind to someone is uncool or embarrassing or even scary. be the change you want to see. start a chain reaction. positivity only breeds more positivity. do an act of kindness for someone so that that person who is too afraid to do it themselves can see you, realize that they’re not alone, and perhaps sheepishly follow your example. and then the next person who is too afraid but sees that person can do the same. when bad news comes out about bad people or horrible atrocities in the world it’s such an easy impulse to despair, and obviously it’s important to feel what you need to feel. grieve. be angry. be sorrowful. be empathetic. but dust off your pants and get up and be a part of a chain reaction that, no matter how small the scale, and spread compassion and love and care. all the reasons why you might not—“it’s hard! it’s scary! people will make fun of me! it’s useless because there’s too much evil!” are all grade A arguments as to why you should. you have no idea how many people you could inspire to do the same. even if it doesn’t get you anyway far, you can at least say you have the nobility of trying. please choose love and please choose life. you are worth loving and you are worth inspiring others to love

[syoddeye]

thinking about a futuristic/dystopian au where the tech company you work for moves you into one of their r&d flats under the premise of being a paid, live-in tester. you can't refuse—it'd be foolish to refuse. free rent, a pay bump, and all the latest gadgets available at your fingertips? goodbye, communal bathroom and capsule bunk. hello, filtered air and privacy.

of course, in your hurry to get out of your shitty flat, you skip the fine print. you miss the bit about the new ai that will be monitoring your every move to provide real-time feedback and, at times, tangible nudges to improve your quality of life. the part about the extensive research on your person that's been done and will continue to fine-tune. it's just a pilot program, a temporary arrangement, but it doesn't know that.

a deep, rumbling voice wakes you on the first morning of your indefinite lease, a voice you've unwittingly imagined more times than you'd care to admit. your eyes open to the projection of a bearded man at your bedside, looming, staring down his nose. he blithely observes how hard your nipples are in the flimsy little top you wore to bed. are you trying to catch a cold or impress him? he informs you that you're succeeding in both endeavors.

when you jump up, snatch your robe from the hook, and page your superiors—they're unimpressed. you signed on the dotted line. you shouldn't complain, and no, you cannot opt out. they instruct you to deliver your complaints to john directly to test his receptiveness to human-suggested corrections.

they assure you he cannot harm you* and that he is programmed to view your well-being as his primary priority. if you'd like to learn more, refer to the provided documentation or ask john for assistance. the call ends with a dismissive handwave, and you're left alone. well. not alone alone.

john chuckles as you frantically scroll through your tablet, trying to find ways to filter or limit his speech.

"think we're goin' to get along just fine, user." he dematerializes, his voice drifting from the unit's hidden speakers.

"why don't you sit down, relax, and have a cup of tea? then, when you're ready, i will turn the shower to your preferred temperature so that you may perform your customary morning masturbatory ritual."

your head spins, steam practically billowing from your ears. what kind of sick fuckery is this—

the door to the bathroom whooshes open, and you hear water gush from the bath spout.

"hm, your stress spiked, user. i think a bath would be best. would you prefer to adjust the jets manually, or would you like me to take the lead?"

*please be advised that the ai assistant's physical interference capabilities, if any, remain largely speculative and are not fully documented by the manufacturer. users are encouraged to operate the assistant within recommended guidelines, as the system's limitations in physical engagement have yet to be comprehensively understood.

[ministarfruit]

day 20: chose violence ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

[gachi-pilled-bun]

first post on here woooooooooo

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

[wulfhalls]

even newer kitkat pics <33

[cquackity]

wilbur soot posting on his fucking ig story shouting out his new single and talking about touring and being done with his break. how is this guy still trying to have a career

[drifting-starlight]

 🌊 Umi The Lonely, Selfless Merfolk 🌊

Please do not repost on other social media platforms. Thank you!

[batbusiness-schooldropout]

Tim: Pay for dinner for Jason's girls, and you'll feed them for a day. Teach them corporate espionage, coding, and accounting and you'll feed them for a lifetime

Jason: Conner come get your man. He's acting like a supervillian again.

[poppy-metal]

being arts biggest fan. just being a little freak for him. he doesn't remember the first time you met but you do. you could never forget how he helped you pick up your papers. how softly he spoke to you when he apologized for bumping into you. how he looked like an angel with how the light shined on his blonde curls or how his dimples popped when he gave you that sweet smile. maybe if that was it, you would've moved on but when you sat down and saw that he was sitting in perfect view from your seat, you just knew it was a sign.

it's easy to find him online. he always has his gym bag or sweatshirt on and it says stanford tennis. a quick look at the schools social media leads you to him. art. you think his name is fitting. you spend all night obsessing over anything and everything he's posted. any interviews he's done after matches, his friends posts, comments he's left. you learn so much about him. you have so much in common too, you just know you're both connected.

you also learn that he's not perceptive. he doesn't notice how you watch him practice, watch all of his games, or how you spend all of class looking at him. he doesn't notice how you snap photos of him as he plays or as he studies outside. he doesn't realize that you followed him home after he left a party to make sure he got home safe. which just shows how you need to follow him more because he has such little awareness of his surroundings.

he doesn't even notice when you slip into the locker room while he showers. not the first time, not the second, the third, or even the fourth. you just wanted to leave him something but then you got distracted by the t-shirt he had on. you can't help but bring it up to your nose and engulf his scent. he smells so good. so musky but clean. you just hope he won't miss it because you made sure to take it with you. eventually smelling and taking his clothes won't do it anymore. you can't just stand there knowing he's showering just by you. washing his perfect body down. all sudsy and wet under the water. you have to take a peek. finding yourself hiding behind a wall while you watch him wash himself off. watching how the suds go down his back and how his hands gently rub at his skin.

he once again doesn't notice when you take a few photos of him as a keepsake.

- ☕

Post

god. and you're so delusional about it - you think you have the right to look at his body because in your mind he's yours. you've told your mama about him. and your daddy, too. that means its fate. sure, you haven't had more than 5 interactions - but love is love, isn't it. you can feel it in your chest - like a glow worm. it gets bigger everyday like the hungry caterpillar. and art feeds it in small ways. when he's walking into a lecture and notices you scurrying behind him so he turns his body to let you go ahead of him through the door - chivalrous - just like you knew your prince charming would be. when he applies chapstick and rubs it into his bottom lip with his thumb - he must know how you feel about dry, flakey skin. he's so considerate. when he chews spearmint gum and always spits it out into the silver wrapper and tosses it - he's leaving it for you to pick up.

you become addicted to watching him. you didn't know much about tennis at all before art donaldson but you study up. you spend nights hunched over your laptop screen, taking vicious notes of the sport. watching his old matches. your fingertips graze the screen like you might be able to touch him through it. he's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. a true prince charming. an apollo. just like your fairytale storybooks. its fate. its fate its fate. you consume as much knowledge as you can, funnel it and put it into tabs in your brain, into the drawer with arts name on it - the biggest drawer up there. you learn alot about him through the way he plays. more than any sane person would. you see the small details like his body ticks, the way he shakes his hand out, flexes his fingers when he made a bad hit - like he can shake out the badness. the way he drums his racket against his thigh while he's standing - agitated - or thinking, considering. the way his jaw gets tight when his opponent makes a play art deems unseemly, though he wont call it out. the way he's always in motion, in someway. something is always ticking. you realize art is a very reserved person. that he puts on a persona but there's alot hidden under the surface.

ah, but of course your prince charming would be complex. you find it fun to learn more deeply about him. you think you understand him in a way no one else does. eventually you'll be able to read his mind, you're sure.

you like sneaking around too. you think he can feel you sometimes. he'll look over his shoulder like he feels your stare, but he can never find you. thats because you're good at hiding and blending in. its your talent. your superpower. its not the right time to talk face to face yet. you haven't molded yourself into the perfect princess for him, but you will soon. in the meantime, you take what you can, how you can.

the mens lockeroom isn't hard to get into - and there are so many nooks and crannies to hide yourself. stalls to squeeze into. its smellier than you're used to - and you know its the stench of other men. because you know arts scent, and he smells lovely. even when he's sweaty. but you wait out the other guys for him - because you know your art is more on the modest side - prefers showering alone when he can manage it, which he usually can, on Tuesdays and Thursdays - when practice runs later for him.

its a relief when its just the two of you. you can roam more freely.

at first, you felt guilty about this - it was so salacious. to look at arts nude body - you were a virgin - saving yourself for him, of course - and you felt terrible that the first time you made love you wouldn't be sharing the experience of seeing eachother naked for the first time.

but it was okay. it was just one white lie. and he was your prince charming. as much as your body was his, his was yours. you felt better about looking after that.

and arts body...... it was made for you. lean and tall and beautiful. his pale skin made the contrast of his pink nipples stark. in the summer - he tanned - and his freckles came out - smattering across his chest and shoulders. he was starting to tan now. you could see the faint difference in skin tone when he peeled off his shorts. how his pelvis and lower body to his thighs was paler than his chest and legs.

you bit your lip as his cock bobbed gently as he walked into a shower stall, you quietly trailing behind. as he fussed with the nozzles your eyes drew back to the length between his legs. soft as it was now, it swayed with his every move, not bogged down with blood - his sack nestled just under it. pale fuzzy curls dusted his crotch, the hair darkening as he stepped under the spray of the shower.

you were able to take a few pictures like this - when he tilted his head back, his blonde curls sticking to his neck - you clicked. when he grabbed a bar of soap and ran his sudsy hands down the hard plane of his chest - you clicked. when he cupped his soft cock and diligently scrubbed his balls - you clicked. he tugged on his limp flesh a few more times - and you clicked. clicked clicked clicked as he slowly filled out. clickd clicked clicked as he hardened in his fist. clicked clicked clicked as he moaned and stroked himself under the hot spray. clicked clicked clicked when he squeezed his throbbing tip - zoomed in. clicked again. clicked clicked clicked when he picked up the pace and his breaths came out faster. clicked clicked clicked as his thighs tensed. clicked clicked clicked as he jerked and his slit spurted thick streaks of cum.

as you were clicking, art opened his eyes. you hadn't realized you'd moved more into center view until your eyes clashed through the camera lense right as you clicked down. you darted so quickly off to the side, you almost slipped. you scrambled to leave after that - your heart beating fast.

afterwards, in your dorm, you felt a bit silly. art was your prince charming. there was no reason to feel such fear in being noticed by him. but it wasn't that.

you weren't ready. you weren't a princess yet. facing him and being recognized before you were his equal could not happen. the fear you'd felt back then, was just that. but you were certain art hadn't actually seen you. the water and steam would have fogged his vision to much, and by the time he blinked the blurriness away - you'd have been long gone.

still - when you fished out your camera and went through your pictures - to the last one, you paused. art eyes could be seen clearly in them. the expression on his face - one of half ecstasy of just finding his release, the other - the beginnings of confusion - the crinkling around his eyes - his parted mouth -

but he hadn't seen you. he couldn't have.

[mspaint-flower]

hello! I don't know if you do requests, it's fine if you don't do this one, but I'd like a gift for our Trash Dentist fictive

would you mind drawing Trash Dentist vFlower? (Ghost + Pals and Creep-P's Novocaine) if not, that's fine!

💉

[four-pointed-leaf]

If you still taking requests... Siffrin and Dragon!Loop flying over (any place really. whatever isn't a nightmare to draw) to calm sif down from a panic attack?

this probably shouldn’t be as calming as it is.

[muffinlance]

Next Dark Night in Ba Sing Se part! Is! Fully outlined!

...And so is the majority of series in lesser detail because oops my hand slipped.

[anglerflsh]

now also on youtube

[aquanutart]

Nyaha~! Caught in my electroweb! ♡