#halfblood kin

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[everything-halfblood-aesthetic]

Ship Aesthetic - Daughter of Hecate x Son of Hephaestus

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[pbielik]

SOLANGELO is the riordanverse JEGULUS and vice versa. Don't change my mind

[siriusremusblack]

My Marauders Ranking. Best to WORST.

Alright. Since, I asked y’all to rank the Marauders a while ago I will do so as well now!

Alright at number one we have Remus. He’s similar to Severus in the way that he was poor, an outcast, and he was a Halfblood. Joined a group of people (that weren’t the best influencers) to feel accepted and appreciated. Wanted. All that stuff. He actually got that but was too much of a coward to speak his mind about the bullying he didn’t agree with supposedly. Though I do understand that point since like Sev he was poor, a Halfblood and pretty much friendless without the Marauders so he was probably scared they’d bully him to if he “betrayed” James.

At number two we got Sirius. Sirius seems like an immature idiotic dude. He seems easily manipulated and like someone that trusts people blindly. I dunno. That’s just the vibes I got from him. He also has similarities to Severus. For instance both were friends to one of Harry’s parents and both helped out Harry in their own way. Two sides of the same coin I suppose. But Sirius was definitely an idiot unlike Severus- (at least in my opinion) he almost killed Sev. Maybe he didn’t realize Sev could probably die or maybe he did. But either way he’s an idiot because he obviously didn’t think of the consequences of his actions and expected his friend who he used for this terrible act to be fine with it. Like what??? Where is this man’s braincells???

At number three we have Peter. I don’t particularly like him. He was a coward and he betrayed his friends. He didn’t really care for them not like how the Marauders fandom portrays him anyways. Maybe he did care but. He cared more about power, authority and control more. He joined James and the others for what could be offered to him. Once he met someone stronger than James he left, betrayed them and got James killed. That isn’t a friend I would want around me. He’s that toxic ‘friend’ that stays in the friend group and the group chats collecting information on everyone there to give to your ex’s or ex friends or bullies for money or whatever. A fake.

In last place. We have James. I said before Sirius seemed like someone easy to manipulate. Who else would do something like that besides James? It’s not stated in canon that James manipulated Sirius and the others HOWEVER. If we look at each of their situations- it’s pretty much likely he did. But that’s only by my interpretation of what I saw. Now, another reason why he’s at the bottom of the list. He bullied multiple students including Severus. Made a map to stalk people (mainly Severus), harassed, S*xually assaulted/harassed another student (Severus), attempted to blackmail Lily to date him, threatened others, lied to his wife, went out of the house to hangout with his friends instead of being smart and staying home and helping to take care of Harry until Dumbledore took away his invisibility cloak, etc etc. This man is not a good guy in any way. I’m just going to say this now. If he didn’t die. If Lily didn’t die. If they were together and took care of Harry for those ten years before he went to Hogwarts. James would be a horrible father. Neglectful. Maybe even physically abusive. Neglectful is very much implied with how he left Lily to take care of Harry while he snuck out to hangout with Sirius and likely the others as well while in hiding. Abusive is implied from his actions towards others and even how he treated Lily before they dated. Threatening to continue the bullying on her best friend unless she dated him. That’s emotionally manipulative. Manipulative in general. Blackmail. Toxic, controlling and downright abusive. So I’m sorry to say to any James stans or kins but he’s not a good guy in the slightest. Lily and James likely would’ve gotten a divorce later down the line if they had survived because of James. He put his family in danger by leaving when they were supposed to be in hiding, he didn’t stop bullying and harassing people only got better at hiding, he was lying to his wife, his past actions he had zero remorse for- Lily would’ve found out eventually. I doubt she’d want to stay with him after finding that out.

[fictionkinfessions]

i need all the pjo kins/fictives on this blog to know that ily so much!!!!

i consider literally just about everyone from camp halfblood family to me genuinely <3 you all matter so so much to me

i remember having a little garden (that id sometimes work on with the other campers, though MOSTLY with annabeth) and i just had a TON of different species of flowers, each representing all my my friends/family!!!

trying to remember what each flower everyone had was LOL

nicos wasss a black rose i think? or maybe some sort of poppy?

jasons was this thing called a white lightning flower (google it they are so cool)

annabeths was probably an orchid?

percyyyyy i dont have clue what the flower was called but it was like a very clear blue color with black!! (ive seen it irl before but just have no idea what its called)

@ the recent clarisse fictive from a few days ago, hers was a masterwort! (they are commonly used to symbolize strength and protection<3)

okay thank you all for listening to my rambles i really like flowers

-#✿ (grover pjo kin)

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[presentprompts]

In celebration for the new PJO show I thought I’d do a Percy Jackson story prompt! It’s a bit on the darker side but it’s Greek mythology what do you expect!!

In the wake of two wars the mist isn’t quite as strong as it used to be, and now enough mortals are seeing things at a rate unprecedented since the ancient times. What does this result in? Only a rampant increase in worship for the Gods. You’d think this would be a good thing for the demigods, less pressure on them to be their parents source of worship. But like everything when it comes to halfbloods, it’s never that easy.

The Gods had softened over the years, shaped by the worship from their children who largely wanted to see the best in them. Yet now with countless new worshipers, older and more powerful incarnations of the Gods begin to take form.

Naturally Percy takes the brunt of it.

Swept away to Atlantis were Poseidon, who was now at the height of his power and no longer held back by the oaths, misses no opportunity to induct Percy into his godly family. At first he’s fairly content. The surface world had been getting intense, and some of the mortals who now worshiped the Gods had definitely clocked on to Percy’s dual nature. Atlantis was a holiday in comparison! Sure his godly kin were a bit possessive and treated him like an infant at times, but he guessed to them he kinda was one! And the trips to the surface to see his father’s new cults weren’t even too bad when he was always accompanied!

It takes Percy longer than he’d like to admit to catch on to the sinister reality. Truthfully he may never have found out if it hadn’t been for the now much more direct advances from the twisted sun God. Who hadn’t been subtle at his referencing how he’ll have eternity to ‘win him over’.

Percy must now race to prevent the growing mythology surrounding his own adventures in order to prevent his ascension to God hood, but is he strong enough as his own memories and perceptions are warped by the story his Godly father preaches. And can he save his friends, who many of which are In similar positions with their own immortal parents…

[rathologic]

im a bit of a recent follower so im not caught up on the lore...did you ever post your interpretation on the quote "no one who wants to make up a story will tell a lie"? i dont get it

hey welcome! I have not talked about this yet ty for asking :-) it's a line from Oyun during late p1 haruspex route, from the original 2005 translation, the full(er) version being:

How can one tell a lie, Womb one? No one, who wants to make up a story, will tell a lie, neither will the one, who wants to conceal the truth will tell one. Our nature is our conscience's guard.

in Pathologic Classic HD, it was retranslated as the following, which I like a lot less. while it's more coherent English, and it incorporates the word "warden" on-theme, it scans as much more defensive from Oyun rather than "he's invoking mystical and impersonal language in order to not seem defensive" - and framing it as "can lie" instead of "will lie" I think detracts from the theme in p1's haruspex route that while there is an intended fate to follow, it's made out of choices that are themselves variable (also, the word choice of "halfblood" to mean "not accepted as one of us yet" is counterintuitive given that both of p1 artemy's parents were from the Kin):

How am I to lie, Halfblood One? Neither he who wants to imagine a tall tale, nor he who wants to conceal the truth can tell a lie. Our nature is the warden of our conscience.

anyway, my reading of this is reasonably straightforward! besides the aforementioned "in the moment, oyun is invoking his power and authority as an elder to deflect from the fact that he absolutely is lying", what he's saying is that lies and fictions come from somewhere in a person's head, and thus are influenced by that person's experiences and what underlying story they mean to convey... more directly, it's in human nature to include a grain of actual truth in falsehoods, and its presence thus makes the lie a metaphor for the truth. the followup is also interesting:

HARUSPEX: So, you mean to say, that man cannot lie? OYUN: One, who lost his roots, lies with every second of his existence. A child of Boddho cannot lie.

here he's connecting "nature" to "roots" to imply that the haruspex's isolation from the Kin will only be righted if the haruspex does what oyun says are the traditional and correct things to do. conniving old man...

the line's a nice connection to Clara's crystal flower story (near the same point in haruspex route) as it relates to "truth" about the Bachelor and Polyhedron. it also ties into the lore inability of creatures of the Earth, which oyun frames himself as, to tell direct lies! but it's one of my favorite philosophical statements in all of pathologic and at the same time an extremely cool manipulation. the two aspects I think encapsulate p1 best :-)

[edensrose]

hi darling <3 could I request vamp! Tilion with the "you're not just the friendly gentleman/lady, are you?" prompt and a mortal reader who's managed to get into where Telperion is kept? (whether she's a spy, is there for personal reasons or straight up lost lol, Tilion finds her) 👀👀

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ tilion ⠀〳 human!reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. long have you awaited this day — where you would reach your goal and avenge your loved one. but it seems that a new friend of yours has other plans. ( blood mention ៸៸ biting ៸៸ mentions of humans used as blood bags ៸៸ 𝒅𝒂���𝒌! 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 )

· ⊰ note. to kick off the vampire au we have a request from my darling writing wife<3 hope you enjoy!

˙ ˖ lore post ៸៸ character sheet ៸៸ masterlist

Humans and vampires were like oil and water. 

Never mixing, and sure as hell not friends. 

Yet on the rare occasion, humans would mingle in the affairs of night crawlers. Rather, vampires in the Royal Court would prefer to have a walking blood bag than venture out into the world to feast on the son of man. Smaller villages that were well aware of their existence and feared them most, eventually came up with a solution: to offer a handful of young, healthy, sons and daughters — to not only live in the Court and be their breakfasts, lunches and suppers — but to also aid vampires in the more mundane, tedious affairs of the human world. 

When you turned the appropriate age of adulthood your village had roped you into the decade’s next supply for their blood-thirsty overlords and shipped you off to the palace. Ebony stone and lavish, candle-lit hallways awaited you. Paintings of old, sculptures of the talented and decorations of the rich adorned the interior of their domain. You expected something large, of course, but this was on a whole other level. Magnificent in every right. A part of you even began to believe that this was a hoax, a mere underhanded arrangement for your village to sell off a few of their own every ten years for wealth. Now that you stood before the red carpets, silver accents and crimson, beady eyes; you knew in your heart that this was reality. 

Perfect. 

You would merely bow your head and curtsey before the vampires — yet as you face the spruce-wood floors, your smile would remain inconceivable. 

Never, you promise. 

Never will these demons know of your true intentions here. 

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“You certainly took your time.’’ 

A voice dripping honey and laced with playfulness tickles your eardrums. You glance up from your ink and parchment briefly to force a smile onto your lips. Or at least, you tell yourself it is forced as you discreetly slip a note into the drawer of your desk.

“Tilion,’’ you sigh with jesting exasperation and turn back to your quill. “You know, for a royal guard, you certainly have too much time on your hands. Slacking off, are you?” You could feel the roll of his eyes and his chuckle brought forth a swell of warmth in your chest. Goosebumps rise on your skin when cold arms wrap around your shoulders and silvery strands tickle your cheek. “Is it a crime to check up on my favourite human?” 

Favourite human. A title you had earned throughout your stay here. Tilion was different from his kin. Looney, comedic relief and far from the stern faces and constipated looks that other vampires around the palace wore like silver jewellery. You quickly gained favour from the higher-ups due to your ability to read and write, thus, you were sent on various tasks and missions into the human world. Documenting what you saw and relaying important information — apart from your default blood bag status. 

The first time you were bitten was absolute agony. Unfortunately for you, you caught the eye of a pureblood because of your pretty face and demeanour. You would quickly learn the difference between the fangs of a pureblood and their lesser selves: halfbloods. 

Perhaps you should be grateful for the title of favourite human to Tilion. You rarely faced the threat of his fangs. Initially, you assumed that his friendship was merely a ploy. A small game with his food before he sunk his teeth in. Needless to say, you were pleasantly surprised when the bubbly, sometimes goofy vampire only sought your companionship. It lessened the load of your ‘duties’.

And made your job so much easier. 

“What brings you here today?’’ You question before turning back to your note-taking. Scribbling down accounts of your short time in the human world. From the corner of your eye you observe his mannerisms, hoping that whatever it is that he was here for, it wouldn’t take too long. Let alone result in him plopping himself onto your desk and rambling on for hours. Whilst most nights you would entertain him, today was different. You had other work to attend to. Free from the watchful eyes of any vampire. 

A sacrifice, that is what you and the other humans were dubbed. Little did they know that one particular sacrifice would lead to spilt blood, and ironically, not that of the blood bags. 

Long had you been aware of the existence of vampires — and long have you craved vengeance for their reign of terror on the mortal world. Especially after the passing of your beloved friend to their powerful, cruel clutches. You worked hard to ensure that you were the main pick of the village for that decade’s batch of humans. Wormed your way into the palace and sucked up every ounce of pain that you were put through in order to make it to where you sat now. A map, that you deciphered, in your drawer that would lead you to their most revered possession: Telperion 

Tilion was not apart of the equation. An unknown variable that threw your plans into disarray. Not that he ever discovered your true intentions, rather, you could not bring yourself to hurt him. A conflict of interest. You wished to curse yourself until you were blue in the face. 

Maybe there is a way, you keep telling yourself as you allow him to chatter on about anything and everything interesting that occurred within the palace walls that week. ‘Maybe he is different.’

“Well, let me not take up too much of your time, seems like you are quite dazed.’’ Those words snap you out of your mini monologue and you habitually bite your lip. “Forgive me,’’ you sigh. “Suppose you can say I am far from energetic after today’s outing.’’ His smile tells you that all is well and he unwraps his arms from around you. Even if he was colder than ice, the absence of his touch left you chiller. Much like the ravenous winter that struck the land around the palace. 

“Rest today. If all is well, I will pay you a visit tomorrow.’’ His lips purse. “Well, if Eönwë has nothing planned for me. You know what a pest he can be.’’ Silver eyes roll to the chandelier strung from the ceiling. You give him a faint smile accompanied by a wave before he leaves you alone in your room once again. 

‘He is different.’

You already feel the headache settling itself between your nerves and you groan with fingers rubbing at your temples. Perhaps this is why vampires often got the job done without fail. They never grant themselves the luxury of forming meaningful relationships, at least from what you have observed. Unlike humans, who rely on their signature trait for survival: community. 

Curses fly from beneath your breath as you fish out the intricately drawn map and splay it over your desk. Bringing a candle nearby to ease the strain of your eyes, you follow the path that you can only hope will bring you one step closer to your goal. First, Telperion — and soon, the downfall of all vampires. 

‘East-wing, stay centre. The guards should be controlling the west once the moon is three-quarters through its course. Time it right and it should lead the way.’ 

Praying to whatever holy being might be listening, you once more fall back on your greatest strength: intelligence — before rolling up the map and burning it to ashes with the very candle in your hand. 

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You would thank your lucky stars, but you knew that this was far from luck. This was skill. Skill that you sharpened like a blade. Knowledge and intellect were your weapons as you discreetly slink your way through the palace. 

Dawn would soon break through the sky, a sign for most vampires to call it a day. Even with their advanced energy and disregard for sleep, many enjoyed taking a few hours between the onset of dawn and morning to give themselves a break. A schedule you had memorised like the back of your hand. As you did the guard routine. 

Following the last shine of the moon that decorated the stone walls, you mind any creaking tiles and keep to the shadows. Avoiding windows that might send a breeze and cast your scent to the nearest guard in the vicinity. Many months had you planned this, and you would be a fool to let any possible contingency slip through the cracks. 

You could already catch glimmers of its shimmering leaves from the arch of an opening that lay before you at the far end of the hallway. Wouldn’t they guard it well? Many would ask. Vampires worshipped the tree, regardless of their rank. However, this specific wing of the palace was forbidden to humans such as yourself. Were you to be spotted, one can only assume a bloody outcome. Favoured or not. 

Heart in your throat, hands trembling at the taste of victory on your tongue — you approach the stone arch and slip out into the mini courtyard that awaited you. A ceiling was missing from above, allowing the power of the moon to shine down onto the area. Your lips purse for a moment. Was that the use of masking magic? You have never seen an opening from outside of the palace. After that brief spout of curiosity, you lower your gaze at last.

Lo and behold, the legend was true. Rooted at the centre, tall, mighty yet beautiful in every right stood the tree from the tales you read of in story books. Your eyes dazzle with the magnificence of silver that shimmers before you. Leaves, fruit, blossoms and trunk — all were blessed by the moon and shone with its pride. 

Telperion, the silver tree. 

Whether the gleam on your face was from the tree or the overwhelming sense of accomplishment that overflowed from within, you know not. After all this time, you are one step closer to your goal. Your friend’s name is sweet on your tongue for the first time in years as you whisper it into the air. Renewing your silent vow of avenging them. 

“Far from energetic, you say? Might I assume that you are sleepwalking, then?”

Nerves tensing. Hair standing. Your heart plummets into your stomach when a voice graces your ears. The same honeyed voice of the one you held dearest. The light of the tree means nothing to you anymore. Overtaken by the shadow that consumes the pebble floor beneath you and renders your body frozen. 

Unknown variable. . . No. 

A miscalculation. 

Nails dig into your palms as the presence that once brought you comfort finds itself in front of you. Seering dread throughout each of your nerves. Any warmth was now replaced by the chill of realisation — and the frostiness of failure. Betrayal. 

You sight those silver strands that you adored despite your gaze fixated on the ground — even so, you refuse to glance up. Whether out of fear or shock. 

“Will you not look at me?”

The pebbles melt to bronze and you soon face pools of grey. The warmth that you sought was still there. Familiar even. But now you could see past its facade and into the truth of malice. Staring back at you like a predator staring down its prey. The fingers beneath your chin that raised your head slip upwards. Caressing the underneath of your jaw as Tilion basks in the glow of your expression. 

“What is wrong? You are usually so happy to see me.’’ His thumb brushes at your cheekbone, a habit that you fell in love with. Despite it all, your mouth runs dry — and you can all but stare at him in a dumbfounded state. “Could it be. . .” he trails, before nails bite into your soft skin and his arm yanks you nearer. Flushing your heat against his iciness. 

“Is that fear in your eyes?” 

Was that cruelty in his? 

For the entirety of your stay here, Tilion was the one that chipped away your general view of vampires. Beating down the notion that all of them were merciless, sadistic beings of the night. With his silly smile and shimmering eyes. Oh, he still smiled. Yet it was filled with malevolence; and while his eyes shimmered, you knew well that it was not from kindness. 

“You. . .’’ Your throat wishes to bleed. Still, you power through — gaze locked onto his. 

“You are not just the friendly gentleman, are you?’’

His bark of laughter answers your question if not for the stone that met your back after he slipped his hand down to your throat and collided you into the nearest wall. Instinctively, your fingers shoot to his wrist and claw at his tanned skin as your body kicks into a struggle. Alas, you are no match for a vampire. Let alone a pureblood. The rose petals in your pocket would do so much as tickle him. 

“That is what I love about your kind.’’ Tilion grins, bringing his face closer to your frightened one. “You are all so trusting. So eager for companionship. Even if you try to remain aloof or indifferent. Tell me, did you think we were friends?”

“N-N. . .o!” your pride attempts to choke. 

“That look in your eye tells me otherwise.’’ His devilish hum rings through your eardrums and you gasp at the tightening of his grip that nearly cuts off your air supply. “Ah, that is right. You saw me not as a friend. . .” Tears spill into your eyes at his next spout of cruel laughter as he beholds your wriggling form. He needn’t finish his sentence. You knew the truth — so did he. All along you thought you were fooling him. Little did you know that it was you who was played like a harp. 

“As the Guardian of Telperion. . .’’ Your eyes widen at the start of his words. The bishop!? You absolute fool — how couldn’t you piece it together sooner?

“I should report you to the royals. After all, analysing your research would tell even a dunce of what you have been up to. However. . .’’ Holding your breath, your heart pounds against its ribcage. Eager to tear through your chest and run from you. Save you from the agony that you knew would come. 

“I must say, I believe I deserve a reward for this.’’ You catch a glimpse of his hungry gaze directed at your pulse. No doubt it is ringing through his ears just as much as yours. To make matters worse, the digging of his nails into your flesh cuts into your skin and allows a trickle of blood to drip down your neck. “I have held back all these months. . . And believe me, it was far from easy.’’ 

His hair tickles your face as his tongue flushes against the crimson; trailing it along the thin streak on your skin. You feel his tremble, his shudder — you hear his groan. Even a speck of your blood left him ravenous. Yet summoning all the patience he could, he parts in the slightest. So that he can behold your fearful expression once more. 

“I should have my fun with you first.’’ 

It is the only clarity you will receive before a cry is ripped from the depths of your throat. As though hot metal tore through the softness of your flesh. His fangs reminded you of the true prowess of a pureblood. 

It mattered not how much you protested. Struggled. Screamed — or begged. His hands found your wrists like chains and his bite left limp against the wall. A slave to your own ambition and at the mercy of his hunger. 

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[natemichaelson]

Person: @thepraetor Location: Camp Halfblood, Cloe's office They have been avoiding this place like whatever plague is...Well plaguing everyone in the city. Nate was a nephilim, they weren't the average halfblooded person and they'd grown up hunting other members of the supernatural community. He wasn't his father, he didn't share all of his views, but he did understand them. The thing for years had always been that other halfblooded just wouldn't understand them, nephilim were too rare, but they were still kin of sorts. And being out from under Michael's thumb now, he wanted to reach out when the senate might actually need him. "....Hi." Some exhausted looking twink had led him to the senator's office and they stood in the doorway, eyeing the woman behind the desk in what can only be described as awkward suspicion. "I hear you could probably use some help."

[the-ultimate-muses]

His inhuman nature was something Gundham both shared with everyone, and yet kept to himself. Hiding in plain sight had yet to fail him over the years, there being very few that could sense his demonic and angelic origins. Even then, his unnatural mix of blood was hard to pinpoint, seeing as such a thing shouldn't even be possible, according to those on high. As far as he knew, only Kazuichi and Sonia knew out of all his peers, with Kaz having sought him out after being bitten by a werewolf, not even knowing what he really was, just that he had knowledge about the supernatural. Sonia...had mananged to summon him while enacting a spell she'd seen in a book in his room, with Gundham being the closest demon to be summoned. He shudders to think what might have been called forth should he have not been in the radius of the spell...

He...couldn't say if he ever planned on telling Kiko, that to be a bridge he'd figure out how to cross once coming to it.

Unfortunately, the bridge came upon him fast, with him having no plan on how to tell her when one of his kin thought the pianist a prime target when she'd been walking through campus late into the night. He didn't know where she was coming from or where she was going, only that when he'd investigated the familar callings of a damned soul nearby that she was in the crosshairs.

He hadn't hesitated to put himself between her and what would have been a deadly blow of claws, an attack that seemed to barely even snag at his coat despite the ferocity of the slash, with his fellow demon now baring their teeth in an instant at what they believed was someone trying to steal their prey. “Back off incubus, I saw her first!” Was their growl, though Gundham just scoffed, arms crossing over his chest with an unimpressed glare. “Such anger in a tiny beast...perhaps from the ring of wrath? No matter, this human’s soul is mine.” He growled with a flash of his own teeth, the smaller demon recoiling for only a moment before getting in his face once again. “Liar! Your mark isn’t on her! She’s mine!” Yup, definitely from the wrath ring, the demon going from zero to one hundred in a matter of seconds after their would be catch was threatened, lunging at the halfblood with claws bared. It was almost sad how little of a challenge this was, the now fully undisguised demon being near thrown into a nearby light pole when Gundham redirected their momentum to his advantage.

Pole bending where it had been slammed by the wrath demon’s now monstrous looking body, Gundham was on them in the blink of an eye to sink his own claws into their chest before they could fully recover. 

Managing to walk away with only a single bloody tear through the bandages wrapped about his arm from their initial lunge, Gundham rose from the dirt with a few heavy breaths as the wrath demon succumbed their to injuries, bursting into hellfire that didn’t even seem to singe the halfblood beyond a faint sizzle to the exposed skin of his hands as he got to his feet, that small bit of his angelic half being adversely affected by the demonic energy.

Shaking out the hand that had just been plunged into his assailant chest, digits now coated black with sulfuric smelling blood, what was once claws now reverted back to fingers once more, any trace of otherworldliness fading from the halfblood with their disappearance. “What fools wrath demons are, and nothing but a child at that, yet to learn their place amongst the damned. No matter, they will have plenty of time to dwell on their mistakes while in the warm embrace of hellfire.” Ominous...and a little scary no doubt, Gundham having forgotten for a moment that he wasn't alone under that flickering streetlight.

He couldn't bring himself to look at Kiko as he cleaned the blood from his hand with a wave of the other, too afraid of what he might see now that she knew. "I am sorry, Kiko." For what, exactly?

There were too many answers to say.

"I...imagine you have questions. I will answer them, and...then I will go." There was no way she wanted him around after that. He'd just killed a demon in front of her, thus revealing a secret that had gotten him 'killed' in the past by distrustful humans.

[sir-virtem]

I was... thinking... about halflings... halfblood, cross/mixbreed, half and half races, et cetera

in spanish they are just called half-x, but I thought that maybe there could be a more appropiate term

I thougt on mediogen (halfkin) and that made me think on genero (gender/genre) leading to genitalia and congenito, so I ended in genitus "begotten" in latin

So I got bis (twice/double) + gen/geno (kin/sib) + ito (one), Bisgenito, The one of two kins

[everything-halfblood-aesthetic]

Character Aesthetic Transmasc Son of Dionysus

for @longsuffering-fossil

[the-ultimate-muses]

He had felt it, the shift in the air that came with the twistings of sulfur into the passing breeze, the faint metallic taste having put the halfblood on high alert while on route back to his home. There was a demon prowling through the crowds, one of his own ring if the buzz beneath his mortal forms skin could be believed. Eyes darting to each face amongst the people around him, dual eyes gave a faint, otherworldly glow as he tried to pinpoint one soul in particular amongst the masses.

A search now futile, it would seem, his body falling unnaturally still as the feeling of his kin's soul grew closer, Gundham's gaze falling to them in a steely glare as they approached him. He'd never been attacked in front of mortals before, it putting both Heaven and Hell at far too much risk to do so outright, and while he wouldn't be surprised at the change in tactics, this....didn't seem to be a threat. As a matter of fact, it didn't even seem like this demon even knew who, or rather what he was. Either it was a front, a way to lure him into complacency before they moved to strike, or this was simply a demon low in ranking, be it by blood or a lack of power to presently draw from.

No matter which it may be, this one was far from a threat. More than likely they were one of those sent to out gather souls, or they were seeking to refuel their bank of power with a feast, so to speak.

Interesting...he wondered if such a thing was even possible, to feed off a fellow incubus. A question for later, perhaps...

Rolling his eyes at the flirtation, arms came to a cross over Gundham's chest as he stared the smaller demon down. "Cease your games, Lust. I am not the prey you seek." A testing of the waters as well as a threat, dual eyes once again giving a flash as fangs were called forth in a snarl. "State your intent, or I shall send you back to the depths."

@the-ultimate-muses liked for a starter (x)

Going out, it wasn't often that they were enchanted by someone in particular. Night life in Japan offered quite a feast for the eyes and for their own hunger, but tonight offered quite an interesting person for them to see.

Adjusting the crop top and skirt, they take a moment to check their disguise before smiling at their own appearance before approaching him. There was quite an interesting air to this person, but they... couldn't quite place it.

"Late night to be out. Looking for someone in particular, handsome, or are you just looking around~?" Playful flirtation laced their voice as their mismatched eyes examine him a little more now that they were closer. Well, no matter the reason, this person was interesting, and they were rather curious as to how.

[fictionkinfessions]

Hey, uh... this is my first time sending anything in, but I've been following and checking messages here for years. Just seeing that my sourcemates are out there, and so many of them, brings me comfort and happiness even if I never get to interact personally. But I'm starting to feel really lonely. I've known my kin ID for a decade, and yet... Anyway... I miss you all a lot. Camp Halfblood, *everyone*... you're too many to name. But I hope you know you're loved and missed, and every message sent in from any one of you makes my world a little brighter. I hope I get to know some of you someday, but if not I'll still just be glad you exist. Whatever life throws at you keep fighting.

- From a tired Percy Jackson. (#🌊🌧🌅)

[findinyourkin]

hi, i'm a noncanon halfblood from the percy jackson series and i'm looking for my percy! my name was evan & i was a poseidon kid. i don't have a lot of memories yet but i & my noncanon partner tick were unclaimed which led us to joining luke. (murder tw) percy had changed our minds abt the whole thing & we tried to escape luke only 4 him to kill tick. (tw end) i have more mems bt i can't explain them all here so ! if this sounds familiar so far plz dm me!!!

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[twulo]

Day 24: Camp Halfblood AU!

Have this nondescript, vague af doodle lol

I settled on Aphrodite for Lance but couldn't choose for Keith lmao. Hades or Ares??