#hazel keene

[punkeropercyjackson]

Women in stem(sacrilege,transfeminism,enrichment,mythology)

[nobodysavemysoulitsperfectlyfine]

Incorrect Percy Jackson Quotes as things my friends and I have said except I literally forgot the context.

Percy Jackson: "No. I will eat him. Swallow him whole. Shove him down my gullet. You underestimate how much I need him seasoned, battered, baked or fried."

Annabeth Chase: "No, the stupidest thing I've ever heard is anything Jk Rowling ever said."

Jason Grace: (screaming at the top of his lungs) "WHO EVEN IS JEMIMAH THE CONQUEROR??"

Leo Valdez: (breaking out into song whenever the room is quiet)

Piper Mclean: (In front of literal police) "It's because I stole it."

Frank Zhang: (Standing in front of a very wealthy house in the middle of the poorest county in the state) "What? I'm not rich."

Hazel Levesque: (Relentlessly being bullied for looking like a horse girl)

Nico Di Angelo: "I know it's midnight and we don't live here, but I really want to go out in the woods right now."

Will Sollace: "How could there possibly be THIS many things wrong with you?? What the hell?"

Chris Rodriguez: (Spamming calls and texts) "HOW COME EVERY TIME I TAKE COUGH MEDICINE I HAVE VIVID NIGHTMARES OF BEING IN FUCKING LEAGUE OF LEGENDS. I DON'T WANT THEM."

Octavian: "No, I'm really manipulative. It's gotten to a point where I don't even notice, but you guys should keep that in mind."

Reyna Avila Ramirez Allerano: (Aiming nerf guns stolen from a group of rotten kids) "JUSTICE!!"

Dakota: (Taking a drink of literally anything carbonated and visibly twitching uncomfortably) "Ew." (Drinking again) "Ew. Disgusting." (Drinking it again)

Mr. D: "Would you please STOP MAKING BABIES IF YOU DON'T WANT TO RAISE THEM."

Lester Papadopoulos: "How is it that every time a thunderstorm rolls around I have a psychotic break? Like, I have a feeling that's not just anxiety."

Meg Mcaffery: "I always thought Unicorns would be fatter."

Luke Castellan: "Guys, do you think I have bad morals?" (everyone saying yes in unison)

Alex Fierro: (Only ever using hoe as a pronoun when talking about someone to their face)

Magnus Chase: (Being forced to eat an orange peel covered in salt after saying he was bored while other people watched and recorded him gag)

Austin Lake:(Playing Sailor Song every moment he gets the chance)

Rachel Dare: "You know there's a Greek word for that? That describes exactly what you are?"

Georgina: "Right Now my Mom's waiting outside for and I quote "Biker Bitch". It's like a fairy tale."

Rhea: "I genuinely, and wholeheartedly believe that MOST of the world's problems would be solved if all men got a decent pegging. Every world leader, politician, everyone." (Continues to debate this perfectly for twenty minutes)

Ethan Nakumara: "Guys do your parents have nemisisees?"

Litreysis: "My entire face hates me."

Blitzen: "By Peach do you mean fruit or ass?"

Hearth: (Signing slurs in public to his boyfriend while smiling kindly)

Commodus: (Harassing the guy dressed up as Santa by repeatedly smacking his fake stomach and calling his ass a bowl full of jelly)

Thomas Jefferson Junior: "You're only a whore mentally."

Mallory Keen: (Prank calling some poor woman and screaming random scottish as loud as possible)

Marcus: "I'm gonna boil one of them alive and make the other watch."

Samirah Al Abbas: (frowning in response to seeing her friend's scores on the empathy test)

Arrow of Dodona: "Probably cause I am in the woods. They thought I got lost."

Ella The Harpy: (Rewrighting Heather's as a Biden x Trump musical with other world leaders as the Heathers)

I'm tired maybe I'll do more tomorrow or never

[al3x-fi3rr0]

I did the research and found how tall most of the important Riordanverse characters are

Mallory 5’6

Magnus 5’7

Sam 5’3

Hearth 5’11

Halfborn 6’

Alex 5’3

Blitz 5’5

TJ 5’11

Alderman 7’

Carter 5’6

Sadie 5’6

Meg 5’1

Lester 5’11

Kayla 5’3

Austin 5’6

Will 6’

Calypso 5’8

Jason 6’1

Reyna 5’8

Piper 5’7

Frank 6’3

Hazel 5’4

Leo 5’6

Hedge 5’

Nico 5’6

Percy 6’

Annabeth 5’10

Connor 5’8

Travis 5’9

Luke 6’1

Clarisse 5’6

Bianca 5’2

Thalia 5’7

Rachel 5’7

Grover 5’9

[wide-eyed-freak]

my riordanverse sexuality head canons for pride month

Percy and Annabeth are 100%. Bi4Bi

Hazel is straight

Frank is ace and heteromantic

Leo is pan and transmasc

Piper is unlabeled(but for sure somewhat sapphic!!) and transfem

Jason is bi

Sadie Kane is omnisexual

Carter Kane is unlabeled but lets just say Sadie isn't the only one who though Anubis was hot

Magnus is pan

Alex is canonically genderfluid and I headcanon him/her as bi

Sam as straight

Mallory Keen is bi

Halfborn is straight

Blitz and Hearth are both gay specifically for each other lol

Grover is pan(pun intended)

Reyna is bi and demiromantic

Zia is straight

Thalia is bi with a preference for women

Lemme know id there's any characters I missed lol!!

[girlkisser13]

riordanverse masterlist

pjo & hoo

annabeth chase

clarisse la rue

drew tanaka

frank zhang

hazel levesque

jason grace

leo valdez

luke castellan

nico di angelo

perseus "percy" jackson

piper mclean

rachel elizabeth dare

reyna ramírez-arellano

thalia grace

william "will" solace

multiple

cabin headcanons

taking the hoo girls to prom

taking the pjo & hoo characters to the eras tour

the kane chronicles

carter kane

sadie kane

zia rashid

walt stone

magnus chase and the gods of asgard

alex fierro

blitzen

halfborn gunderson

hearthstone

magnus chase

mallory keen

samirah al abbas

thomas jefferson jr.

[unassumingcavegoblin]

in honor of international day against homophobia, i compiled a masterlist of my lgbtq+ rrverse headcanons

percy:

- bisexual

- he/she/they apagender

annabeth:

- biromantic

- asexual

- she/they demigirl

grover:

- panromantic

- asexual

- they/he/she enby

jason:

- gay

- he/she bigender

- demisexual

leo:

- omniromantic

- demiromantic

- asexual

- he/they transmasc demiboy

piper:

- unlabeled sapphic (canon)

- she/they transfem genderqueer

hazel:

- biromantic

- greysexual

- she/fae/them transfem demigirl

frank:

- heteroromantic

- asexual

- he/him transmasc

rachel:

- lesbian

- greysexual + greyromantic

- she/they transfem demigirl

nico:

- gay (canon)

- they/he transmasc demiboy

reyna:

- lesbian-oriented aroace

- she/her

thalia:

- aromantic

- lesbian

- she/they transfem

magnus:

- panromantic (canon)

- asexual

- he/they transmasc demiboy

alex:

- omnisexual

- trans + genderfluid (canon)

mallory:

- bisexual (fem pref)

- aroacespec

- she/her

sam:

- straight ally

- demiromantic

- demisexual

- she/her

blitz:

- bisexual

- he/him

hearth:

- gay

- greyromantic

- he/him transmasc

halfborn:

- straight ally

- completely overdoing it

- but is very sweet about it

- doesn’t understand most labels but he knows what he needs to know and he’s fine with that

- he/him

sadie:

- omnisexual

- polyamorous (canon)

- she/her transfem

carter:

- biromantic

- demisexual

- he/they transmasc demiboy

zia:

- straight

- she/her transfem

lavinia:

- lesbian (canon)

- she/her

will:

- bisexual (canon)

- demiromantic

- he/him transmasc

silena:

- berrisexual

- she/they transfem

clarisse:

- lesbian

- she/her

charlie:

- bisexual

- he/him transmasc

lou ellen:

- lesbian

- she/they/ze/it

cecil:

- gay-oriented aroace

- he/they

alabaster:

- aroace

- they/he transmasc

ethan:

- gay

- he/they transmasc

btw yk that meme that’s transmascs and transfems going “you have what i want”? yeah that’s carter and sadie

[alaskan-wallflower]

i’m kinda curious since i’m working on my own drawing (which should be finished sometimes this weekend if all goes according to plan lol)

what are your guys headcanons for the curtis gang’s eye colors?? i know some are more canon but yknow, bending the rules a bit can be fun lol

[gnomeonamelon]

Day 5: Godswap / pantheonswap / crossing over into other pantheons

Day 6: The women and girls of brooklyn house

This is less of a godswap then say my Sibling Swap designs but it just seems like they'd get along

Given that 3/4 of the Hunters of Artemis that we spend a significant amount of time with (Zoe, Bianca, Thalia, and Reyna) are in some way disconnected from time prior to becoming Hunters (Zoe was a Hesperide, Bianca spent 70 years in the Lotus Casino, and Thalia was the pine tree for 6 years), Zia would fit right in.

Sarcophagus Zia is really serving Pinetree Thalia is all I'm saying

[moominvalley-state-of-mind]

head canons for drawing styles! yayayya:

(not a ton of charicters are on here cause i didn't think they would draw/im not sure what their art style would be)

percy jackson: all his drawings somehow look like they were made in mspaint and half awake

annabeth chase: diagrams, but when she dose draw someone (like percy or sally) its very sketchy, like Role Dahle's drawings

piper mcclean: that grungy alt style with the long eyelashes

leo valdez: realy only dose diagrams, and said diagrams are mainly made up of basic shapes and stuffs but when he dose draw people its the worst stick figure you have ever seen

frank zhang: very cartoony, simmiler style to We Bear Bears

hazel leveque: charcoal drawings, also kinda realistic (i think its cannon that she dose charcoal, or knows how to)

nico di angelo: realism, but focuses more on landscapes than people

magnus chase: stick figures

alex feirro: like annabeth and leo, most of her drawings are diagrams but i think his style is kinda art-nouvoe ish

mallory keen: is simmiler to a lot of fashion drawings from the 70s, but i think its also kinda resembles ND Sevenson (the person who origonaly made Nimona)

t.j.: realism. while he didn't have much time to draw in his life, i like to think he did it as often as he could and took some classes on art during death. no basis for that one, but i think hes also good at pixel art.

halfborn: has a range of styles, but mostly relies on a semi abstract one

blitzen: fashion stylist, gotta get things down quick, so i think his style is full of shapes (all styles are but whatever) and kinda scratchy.

hearthstone: kinda loopy and sketchy, some how one line drawings

carter kane: realism, but i think it would be cool if he did watercolor too. him doing lanscapes sounds interesting too

sadie kane: scean 2000s drawing style with the square mouths and pointy teeth

EDIT:

holy moly how did i forget about rachel dare

i think she also had a realistic style, but its like. 1800s or 1700s realism. and she defenetly has alot of diffrent styles like halfborn

[nobodysavemysoulitsperfectlyfine]

Incorrect Percy Jackson Quotes as situations I've been getting me and my friends into again except they make even less sense than the last time. Because it's been a few months. And things happen.

These are only funny in a situational context so imagine if you will.

Travis Stoll: (Pulling off an elaborate prank to slowly steal every single fucking orange off of someone's plate before they notice, and procede to make a game of keep away)

I'm still upset about that.

Idk probably Luke: "Do you think he's aware of being the posterboy for eugenics?"

Will Solace: (Will not stop talking about Hannibal oh my god how does everything connect to Hannibal)

Rachel Elizabeth Dare: (Sending a billion pictures of the same random ass man nonstop)

Ethan Nakumara: "I can hear my eyeballs crunching"

Piper McLean: "Legally too unqualified to have a sugar daddy. Or mommy."

Annabeth Chase: "It's not stalking if they keep everything so public!"

Leo Valdez: (Explaining complex patterns of human thought and how they have a written plan to decipher people's behavior) "Just like Trigonometry."

Frank Zhang: (Holding a clown statue very delicately to his chest)

Percy Jackson: (With full confidence, hands on his hips) "Who the hell is eating pill dill chickle?"

Lester Papadopoulos: "Wait, can someone make that rhyme?.. I'm Dr. Seuss-us.. It's never Lupus.. AHA."

Hermes: "Oliver Twist never FUCKING scammed a person in his life. Yes, there was petty theft. So what?"

Hazel Levesque: (Eating fruit right down to the core. Can't tell me she doesn't do this from time to time.)

Fucking Thor I guess: (Being told about Werewolf Transgenderism Wednesday and thinking of Loki + Alex) "I would like to nominate that one werewolf mask as our hewere/shewere/theywere of honor."

Magnus Chase: "I begrudgingly hope you stay safe and get better."

Hearth: (blankly making siccsor motions with his hands everytime a specific person speaks)

Clovis: (Responding to texts from well over two months ago with just "what")

Sam Samirah Al Abbas: (In the most saddening fucking voice ever) "Oh.. Ham."

Mallory Keen: (Viciously stabbing at a tissue box in front of like five people for a good minute straight)

RARA: (keeping fucking spears at her bedside like a teddy bear)

Octavian: (Keeping a cheese knife under his pillow, weirdly enough, only for snacking on cheddar. Italian ass.)

Am I crazy or are some of the these the same asset time. It was with get for not proof reading at a.

Paolo: "And I guess that's just what BBC does to ya." (Talking about the British baking channel)

Loki: (Walking around someone else's house in the dead of night, flicking their tongue in complete silence like a fucking skinwalker)

Alex Fierro: (Accidentally scaring boys away by talking about a sharp metal chain belt they keep at all times to hit people with)

Jason Grace: (Wandering alone into the woods for a terrifying amount of time, wondering why people seem so scared when he finally thinks to return)

Connor Stoll: (Trying to teach a young child to swindle her little brother out of his Halloween candy and being both glad and disappointed that she won't)

Dakota: (Packing a stupid amount of dollar store, plastic, tacky ass neon cups to bring to a sleepover, only to insist on drinking water the entire time)

Blitz: (Assaulting people who bully his friends with horridly bright glitter)

Rachel Elizabeth Dare: (Painting her entire damn body absurd colors)

[hungharrington]

thinking about getting fingered by Steve in the backseat of his car and being crowded against the door and sitting at an awkward angle but not moving because the thought of his fingers losing that spot is a million times worse than the sore neck… just UGHHH 😩

a hungharrington fic? in 2025? i'm just as surprised as you <3 1.3k, fem!reader, what the prompt says hehe MDNI this entire blog is 18+

The numbers on the dashboard blink in the night, reflecting the late night hour.

From the outside, Steve's car looks unassuming, parked in between the trees out by Skull Rock.

You're given away only by the faint fogging of the windows, though you have little doubt of how steamy they'll be soon enough. With the hot heat of Steve's mouth against the skin of your neck and the surety of his fingers, curling closer between your thighs, it's not an if, it's a when.

"God, I missed you s'much," He murmurs heavily. His words get smothered beneath his own fervent kisses, your skin tingling beneath the attention. He can't bring himself to break away from you for more than a moment.

Steve had headed out of Hawkins for the better part of a week, dragged by his parents who wouldn't take no for an answer. He'd returned just tonight, maroon car glinting the last of the evening sun up at your window.

You'd slipped down and taken the passenger seat always reserved for you.

And then, somewhere between there and now, Steve had cajoled you into the backseat, his hazel eyes bright with an adoring lust as he nipped at your neck.

"Missed you too," You gasp breathily.

Tilting back, your head gently hits the glass of the car window behind you. Your hair wipes some of the fog off and Steve nibbles a soft lovebite under your ear, soothing it with his tongue. His hands paw hungrily at your waist and you grapple to find purchase on his shoulders.

"Not as much as me, baby," Steve pants.

He finally pulls himself back from his affectionate attack on your neck, eyes darker, face flushed. His hand on your waist slides forward, following the line of your hips forward, down, til he's cupping your cunt. You think you get a little lightheaded from the way your blood rushes south, gloriously hot at the touch.

He kisses you, his groan seeping into your mouth. It fills your head, heavy and sticky with lewd thoughts.

"Thought of you every," He rubs you through the denim softly. "Damn," Another rub, more pressure this time. "Day."

You keen, hips canting forward, searching for more of that delicious friction. Steve gives you what you want; he always does. You reward him, your hands on his shoulders shifting. You twine your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, just how he likes it.

The inside of the car feels much, much warmer now. The windows can't be seen through anymore and it seems to cast the red light of the dashboard clock much further. Steve's heavy breath fanning across your face is the loudest thing in the car.

You should've worn a skirt, you think— right as Steve asks, "Can I?" his hand now up, thumbing at the button of your jeans.

His check-in douses the ember within you with gasoline, burning hotter, brighter, in an instant. You know what he's asking for, know exactly how well Steve knows how to use his fingers. The thought of them buried in you, crooked just right, suddenly has you aching for it.

Nodding, you murmur out your yes' as you shuffle about, working to kick off your shoes quickly. Steve pulls back to not be in the way, jumping back in time to help you peel the denim off from your legs.

You manage to get your fingertips beneath the elastic of your panties before you're interrupted.

"Keep them on," Steve says, knocking your hand aside. He surges back in, his fervour undulled, and his large hands find your hips, tugging forward.

You end up slightly perched in his lap, slightly pressed into the back corner against the window and the seat. It's an awkward position but when the warmth of Steve's fingers pet your cunt again, cotton stickier now, you can forgive it. You sling your arms around his neck to get closer.

"That's it," Steve murmurs lowly. He ducks his head to reignite every lovebite left on your neck as his fingers get bolder, pressing firmer. Your breath gets thinner, chest heaving more and more.

"God, my girl," He breathes, fingers spreading the wetness up and over your clit tantalizingly. You mewl at his too-soft motions, needing more.

"Steve," You urge.

He doesn't make you wait. Pinching the edge, he pulls your panties to the side and then dips his fingers into the well of slick wet waiting eagerly for him.

You make matching groans; Steve moaning at heat of your inviting cunt, wrapped around him, and you sighing at the way his long digit sinks into you, slow and so sweet.

"Steve," You say his name again, this time a honey, lusty thing.

Steve breaks his kiss to moan against your neck, feeding on the obvious salacious eagerness in you. His finger draws back and then he sinks it back in, beginning slowly to fuck it in and out.

"Missed you," He whispers. A second finger prods at your entrance and eases in gently, sending a streak of something white hot down your spine. Your arms around his neck tighten.

"Missed this," He continues, still a whisper. He's picking up the pace now, having found a lazy rhythm, fingers sliding in and out of your cunt so perfectly that it makes your clit twitch, envious and missing out.

You whine into the crook of his neck. "Me too."

Then, just as you think the angle of your back might be just a tad too uncomfortable, Steve curls his fingers.

A gaspy noise escapes your throat. Desire pulses wildly and you can feel the way you flutter around his fingers. Steve's other hand on your waist tightens, gripping you tightly.

"Fuuuck," He groans. "I missed that too."

Then he does it again, fingers crooked to hit that perfect spot that makes you feel like you might cry if he rubbed it too much. Your noises sound much louder now, jagged and pitching up.

"You're such a tease, honey," Steve accuses, his motions not slowing. "Keeping me from this. Keeping all your cute noises to yourself."

And, as if he'll know what it'll do, he stretches his hand, veins bulging in his forearm, and plants his thumb on your clit. You jolt against the new stimulation, another cute gaspy noise, and Steve moans against your neck.

His hand keeps moving, fingers still plunging into your sopping cunt, thumb rubbing tight, small circles on your clit. You cling to him, hips rolling to meet his strokes, the heat in you building, suddenly desperately fast. Your breathing comes out heavy and if it's not a moan, it's his name that slips from between your lips.

"Feelin' good? M' making my girl feel good?" He says raspily. "You deserve it, being left alone. So mean of me."

Something fiery swells within you and you inhale sharply, squeaking out Steve's name in warning. His hand, which must be cramping much like your poor back, still rocks into you, unfaltering.

"C'mon, let me have it. Please," He pleads. "Let me see you cum f'me, honey."

The sincere thread in his voice, the genuine plead, is what unravels your last ties. You tremble, lusty and quivering sounds that you bury away in his neck, as you ride his fingers through a dazzlingly hot high. It drags on, nerves glittering with a fresh coat of pleasure that have you whining Steve's name pitifully.

When your breath starts to settle, Steve eases his fingers out, already beginning to pepper little kisses along the side of your head.

"That was big, huh?" He says. It's mostly care in his voice but there, in the back, is a smidgen of smugness.

"Shhhh," You shush him, still gathering yourself, eyes closed. You body gives a volatile twitch when Steve politely moves your panties back to their original position. "I'm deciding if that was worth fucking up my back a little bit for."

Steve makes a wounded noise, realising that he'd had you crowded up in an uncomfortable position the whole time. He's a worrier. That's enough to make you lift your head off his shoulder, eyes lidded low.

"Mmm, decided." You hum, the pleased smile of post-bliss on your face. Steve softens at the sight of it, at your easy happiness. "Worth it."

[roseduet]

"...yeah, the insider info more than the charming smile part. no offense though, i'm pretty sure there are plenty out there who's into your charming smile. just not me." half slurred, half drawn, light as effortless as eyes skim over ceph, unfocused— not really looking but just passing though. her head tips back with a heavy exhale to stare up at the smudged night sky, los angeles' usual clamor fading to a distant hum. "i don't know. to celebrate surviving another hellish day at work? toasting the fact that i finally finished this god awful book i've been dragging myself through since fucking january?" a slow blink, contemplative, like she's pondering both choices while realizing how dramatic she probably sounds at the same time. "a little bit of both, honestly."

         she was just full of surprises today, he notes, barely able to wipe the shock off of his face before she doubles down by offering to share. he has half a mind to just let her have it all — she definitely needed it more than he did, or she wouldn’t have invited him over just as the week started — but he decides it would probably be wiser to split it. he takes the proffered glass, liquid spilling onto his fingers because of how full it is, and drinks as close to half as he can estimate. “ you only want me for my charming smile and my insider info. ” he responds, tone dry. he leans back just as she does, but he remains on his feet, hands gripping the railing for balance. “ i’ll tell you all about the awards show tonight if you tell me why we’re drinking on a monday. ”

[deepspace-scenarios]

[Scenario/Drabble] Falling into you

How the LADS men would first show obvious interest in you, but make it happen in an ancient chinese historical!AU. AKA them looking gorgeous in silken robes (Part 1)

Genre: fluff, historical!AU; TW: mild suggestiveness

SYLUS - a powerful lord in secluded mountains, both feared and envied for his rule over mountain passes between countries.

The mountain fortress’s halls are lined with treasures from distant lands- jade carvings, swords with serpentine hilts. Yet Sylus’s attention lingers on you, the emissary sent to negotiate with him.

On your third visit, a servant delivers a lacquered box to your quarters.

Twice, he had turned you away after negotiations reached an impasse.

In those visits, you saw contrast. To the world, he is fearsome and ruthless, but to you- he has always been cordial, intelligent- an enigmatic character that has you lying awake for more reasons than political negotiations.

Twice, you have failed. But this time- you're going to try harder.

You inspect the delivered box. Within it lies a hairpin of black and gold, its feather motif unmistakable. There's nothing else accompanying it- only the silent implication that accepting it meant acknowledging his scrutiny, trusting his integrity, and accepting him.

For you to be sent on a mission alone to this infamous Lord's fortress, is to avoid raising attention within the tumultuous court of your ruling state. And what the court wants is a treaty to gain access along the least treacherous mountain pass- part of his ruling territory.

That evening, you wear it.

His smirk when he notices is nothing short of dangerous.

“Careful,” he murmurs, refilling your tea cup himself- a breach of etiquette. “My generosity isn’t just political.”

You lower your head in a bow- to thank him for pouring your drink, and to acknowledge what he said- but nothing would prepare you for what he says next.

“I hope you are aware that this province it signifies… commitment to another,”

Your head snaps up as you look at him with wide eyes, and he chuckles.

“Relax, little bird. I'm the one offering you such commitment. I will serve you, and you alone… in all ways you wish.”

It is the first of many nights where you learn yet a new facade of him- tender, and dangerously addictive.

_____

ZAYNE - a healer who had mastered the use of traditional herbal medicine

The apothecary smells of bitter roots and dried chrysanthemums. Zayne barely ever spoke as you delivered letters and scrolls from the court to him- until the day you cough into your sleeve.

His brows furrow. "You're unwell," he observes.

You look away quickly. If only etiquette allowed you to appreciate his angular features- you could spend hours appreciating the curve of his hazel eyes, and the slope of his nose.

"It's just a mild cough."

"Your face is flushed. Come here, let me check for you-"

You shuffle forward, unsure of how to explain that you're not running a temperature, and simply blushing under his scrutiny.

“Hold still.” His fingers press on your wrist, his grip firm. “Your pulse is erratic.”

You expect a diagnosis.

Instead, he slides a packet wrapped with twine across the table. “Boil these with nectar. Twice daily. Avoid drinking any cold liquid until your cough subsides.”

On the packet, you see the label for dried pear slices and loquat leaves- a remedy both stress and illness.

You fiddle with the twine. “I- I don't have any coins on me, Zayne. I'll collect it next time I'm here.”

You hear him let out a short sigh.

“Consider it a gift. The weather is harsh, and your health is precious.”

When you glance up, he is already turning away. But the tips of his ears are tinged red.

____

XAVIER - an astrologer who observes the stars for the imperial kingdom, also an archer due to his keen eyesight

Xavier spends his nights in the library tower, mapping constellations on parchment. You often find him there, sorting star maps for the imperial astronomers and looking for auspicious days for ceremonies.

One dawn, a silk-bound scroll appears at your desk. Unfurling it reveals a star chart of the night you first met, dotted with gold ink.

Beneath the chart, in elegant characters, reads “The stars aligned twice- once in the heavens, once when you appeared.”

You find him later, with him at his table and blinking rapidly to ward off sleep.

“Xavier,” you greet softly.

The sleepiness in his eyes vanishes, replaced by a faint sparkle of delight as he places his brush down.

“Oh no,” he says with a hint of a pout, “You caught me falling asleep,”

You don't try to hide your smile- you never have to, around him. "Bad time? I could come back later,"

He shakes his head. "Stay with me, I could use some company. And what brings you here?"

You approach his desk, sitting on the stool he offers you. “I just wanted to let the hardworking astrologer know that his map has been received- and it is absolutely lovely,”

He pauses, blinking. Then a slow, gentle smile touches his lips.

“Just like you,” he replies.

_____

RAFAYEL - an artist for the emperor, with paintings sought after by nobles across the country.

You hurry along the corridor, squinting from the bright morning sun when you step into his airy room.

You have been sent to collect a commissioned landscape- but when you unroll it to confirm its contents, the scene is wrong.

Instead of mountains, the silk depicts you: sitting by a lotus pond, your robes rendered in vivid blues.

“Oops,” Rafayel sighs, leaning over your shoulder. “My brush must have slipped.”

“Rafayel… They need it by sunset today,” you say weakly.

As he waltzes around you into view once more, his grin is anything but repentant.

“Guess you’ll have to stay here a few hours now. Be my motivation.”

Half the time Rafayel is meant to paint, he spends on chatting away and looking at you.

When you ask, he dips his brush into water and twirls it around.

“I was done aaages ago, lovely. All the work I have left is to stamp my name in the corner,” he says smugly, “Anything is easy when my muse is here,”

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CALEB as a military strategist, bound by duty and responsibility, yet his true loyalty lies not with the kingdom, but with a person close to his heart.

When you stumble during a courtyard drill, hands steady you- and don't let go.

You whip around, gripping your hood to stop it from falling off- nobody is supposed to see you train.

And yet, when you see who it is, the fear and tension dissipates instantly.

“Your stance is off, don't hold it like a sword,” Caleb explains, adjusting your grip on the wooden dagger. His calloused hand lingers. “Meet me at dawn. I’ll train you.”

The next morning, a new dagger waits on a stone slab at the edge of the clearing. Its hilt is wrapped in red silk- the color of luck, and of brides.

When you turn, Caleb is looking resolutely into the distance.

“For defense during your travels,” he explains. “Not just decoration.”

“Caleb, you didn't have to-”

“But I want to,” he says, finally locking eyes with you, his expression earnest and open with a vulnerability you haven't seen since your childhood days. “Especially because I can't be by your side to protect you,”

So you accept the gift, and all the unspoken promises that come along with it.

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Note:

for a canon scifi universe set in the future, the LADS men are sO historical AU coded i cant stop yELLING about how gorgeous they are in traditional robes please thank Sylus and Zayne for making this drabble happen they have me in a chokehold

Also picture credit is a XHS edit but i couldnt find OP so pls lmk if there is a link!!

Thanks for reading <333

[reasonsforhope]

"Thousands of trees have been planted by volunteers as part of a new temperate rainforest in south Devon.

More than 2,500 native trees have been planted so far this winter at Devon Wildlife Trust's Bowden Pillars site near Totnes.

The charity said as well as storing carbon, temperate rainforests supported "a super-abundance" of wildlife.

The trust is transforming 30 hectares (75 acres) of sheep-grazed fields into a landscape with 70% tree cover and open glades and wildflower-rich meadows.

The charity said more than a 100 local people planted species including oak, rowan, alder, hazel, birch, willow and holly.

Nick Biggs, an 83-year-old volunteer, said he got involved with the project after being inspired by his apprenticeship with the Forestry Commission in 1958.

"That introduced me to the environment," he said.

"I was really keen to carry on with it and it's good for your fitness just to get out and do something."

The trust said in decades to come the new trees would form a temperate rainforest with high rainfall and humidity.

Helen Aldis from Moor Trees, which supplied some of the saplings, said many had been gathered locally.

She said: "The oak that's going in today is from acorns that we've gathered on Dartmoor that have come back to our tree nursery.

"Our volunteers process those, pop them into the root trainers and then they come out a year or two later to become the woodlands of the future."

'Incredibly rare habitat'

The trust said the damp woodlands used to cover large parts of Britain, but today amount to just 1% of its land area.

Project leader Claire Inglis said: "It's an incredibly rare habitat and we've lost a great deal of it over the years.

"Across the UK there is around 13% woodland cover but in Devon it's actually 11%, so it's lower than the national average."

The trust said the forests supported a variety of birds such as pied flycatchers, woodcock and redstarts, while the damp conditions meant mosses, liverworts, lichens, ferns and fungi thrived on the trees and forest floor.

Ms Inglis added: "The mix of young trees in amongst grass pastures and hedges, along with our commitment not to use pesticides and artificial fertilisers, will be better for local moths, butterflies and bees, along with farmland birds such as yellowhammers and barn owls."

The trust said 7,000 trees would be planted in the first winter with more planned in the future."

-via BBC, January 30, 2025

[healmydesires]

no bc i know damn well X1 or X2 logan would go until he was grunting and whimpering in your ear from accidentally overstimulating himself…

OH DEFINITILY… he’d be whimpering so much. especially after going round after round after round 🤤 UGHHHH I’m going insane 😭 this ask truly inspired me to write it … because you’re so real!

I normally don’t really write drabbles but hey I had to write it soooooo! enjoy 🩷

getting no sleep ꕤ (l.h)

pairing: logan howlett x reader

summary: what the ask says tbh! logan gets overstimulated while having sex.

genre: smut (mdni! 18+)

word count: 684 (it’s a lil drabble owo)

warnings: porn no plot, overstimulation (both but mainly logan ngl), unprotected piv, creampie, breeding kink kinda oops, dirty talk

“God you’re so warm—fuck—so wet,” Logan mumbles on, rambling without a thought, too enveloped in the feeling of your walls wrapped around his cock. You feel every inch of him as he fucks you raw, completely bare. He’s been fucking you round after round after round.

“Logan,” you whine, various cries spilling from your gaping mouth.

“Come on baby,” Logan’s words are slurred from the haze of his own pleasure, recognizing your familiar clench around his length as he keeps plunging inside your tight cunt.

“Lo,” you keen, feet pushing him closer to you as you both mewl in sensitivity. He gasps when you pulse around him, wanting him to spill his load inside of you, needing to see him fall apart. 

His abs are clenching, Logan’s whimpering above you as you tightened your walls around his cock. “Babyyyy, you’re killin’ me.” His head tipping back as loud groans and wines are spilling from his slacked jaw, “fuck baby that feels so good—” he chokes out, as he runs his hands over your body.

Soon he leans down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, groaning and whimpering against your mouth. The kiss is so messy; whenever you would pulse around him, his jaw would fall open, and his pretty hazel eyes would roll back in his head.

“Fuuuuck, I am—shit—so close, fuck—” He moans into your mouth, Logan’s body jerks when you clench particularly hard around his cock.

“Christ,” He let his chin fall back down, jaw slack and eyes heavy as he watches his dick disappear inside your tight pussy. You feel his cock twitch as you pulse around him.

The burning ache you are feeling begins to disintegrate as you feel your orgasm approach, gripping onto the sheets, his hands, anything that can stabilise you. “Fuck, Lo—” you whimper as tears stream down your puffy cheeks, drool leaking from the edges of your mouth as you feel yourself release the pent up pleasure. Your orgasm sweeps you in a vicious wave of euphoria, thighs trembling as you moan softly underneath Logan. Your pussy gushing all around his dick and over his lower abdomen.

“Ah fuck—” he whimpers, pushing himself up as he thrusts deeper into you, the head of his cock hitting your cervix repeatedly. “Are you gonna take my cum like a good girl? Let me fill you up until you’re full and messy?”

You visibly shiver at his words, mouth dropped open in awe as you watch him, nodding along. “Please, please Logan...”

“Fuck, take it baby.” He whimpers. It washes over him instantly, hips stuttering into you as he grows desperate, eyes squeezing shut when he feels his cock throb inside of you before hot spurts of his cum splash along your walls, painting them in ribbons of white. The feeling makes you hum, limbs limp on the bed as he shallowly thrusts into you, making sure you take every last drop. 

His whole body is practically buzzing, long legs shaking from the intensity of your combined orgasms, mind feeling like jello as the aftershocks run through his body.

“Fu-uuuck baby,” he whines, biting his lip hard as he watches you try to keep up with his orgasm flooding your pussy.

When the stimulation starts becoming too much for him; and right when your vision comes back to you, he pulls his cock out of you. His hips pull away from yours while his index and middle finger pushes his cum back inside of your quivering hole making you whimper loudly, his two fingers basking in the aftermath before he lets his body slump against your own. 

“We gotta clean this mess up, huh?” You whisper with a playful smirk.

Logan groans as he wraps his arms tighter around your body. “Later,” he grunts, making you giggle.

“Glad I’m not always the only one getting overstimulated here.” 

“Respectfully baby, shut up.” He mumbles as he nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck.

Another fit of giggles escape you at his behaviour. 

Who would have thought, that the roles would be reversed one night?

thanks for reading <3 mwah