#hecate tag dump

[ambored]

I didn't @ you in the picrew chain because I hadn't seen you do anything similar and I didn't want to be annoying 🙃

Switching topic though your oc looks really cool! Here's my name suggestion dump lmao: Pyro, Quarry, Fero, Amalie, Rex, Hecate, Poppy, Griffin, Orion, Merida, Nia, Asha, Lilia, Elena, Zaire, Rei/Ray, Ian, Luca, Leon, Adrian

I wanna be spammed with likes, mentions, reblogs, etc. Dw! :) And for future reference: I adore picrew and would love to be tagged.

Hm... I'm gonna check the meaning first, but I think I'm going with Zaire. I can't decide if they're a Harbinger or not 😭

[the-winter-brothel]

Hecate Tag Dump

[sheerfreesia007]

Marvel Spooktober #1

Title: Marvel Spooktober #1

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC!

Author: @sheerfreesia007​

Prompt: Familiar

Words: 2,669

Warnings: Mention of fire

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien

Gif Credit: @lost-shoe

The city streets were as busy as ever and as Bucky exited his apartment complex he found himself sticking to the side of the building to stay out of others’ way. He was on his way to lunch with Yori and he was eager to see the old man. They had slowly been working on their relationship ever since Bucky had confessed he was the man who killed Yori’s son. At first he was surprised that Yori wanted anything to do with him but he was so grateful for it. Looking down at his watch he saw he had fifteen minutes to get to the restaurant to meet with Yori. A breeze blew along the street and Bucky pulled the collar of his leather jacket up closer to his face. He then turned to begin his walk to the restaurant. But as his eyes traveled along the pavement he spotted a flash of black fur at the opening of the alleyway next to his apartment complex.

Moving to the alleyway Bucky watched as three small black balls of fur came into view. Crouching down he got a closer look at the tiny black kittens. The three of them were wrestling together and with his movement towards them they all turned their heads in sync to stare at him curiously. All three were black as night and the only identifying feature was their differing eye colors. Bucky tilted his head to the side as he took in their appearance. The three were all entangled together to make them look like a large black fur ball with three heads side by side. But what was so fascinating to him was their eye colors, the far left kitten had a left amber eye and a right ice blue eye. The middle kitten had two ice blue eyes. And the far right kitten has a left ice blue eye and a right amber eye. It was as if they were connected together by their eye colors. Bucky could feel himself starting to fall into some sort of trance as he stared into their unblinking eyes that he could’ve swore had started to glow.

“Clo! Lach! Atro! Get your asses up here or so help me I’ll summon Hecate to take you all back!” shouted an aggravated sounding voice from above. Bucky felt as if a bucket of ice water was dumped on him pulling him instantly out of his trance like state. Bucky snapped his head up to see a woman with wild curly raven black hair leaning over the metal railing of the fire escape at her window. She was as entrancing as the kittens were as her curtain-like hair hung around her face as she peered down at them. Bucky jolted back a little as the kittens all sprung up from their cuddle pile and began racing towards the dumpster. He watched in quiet awe as the three kittens jumped and climbed their way up to the fire escape where the woman stood still peering over the side at them. “Honestly can’t keep you three contained for the life of me.” the woman muttered before turning back to Bucky with a wave of her hand. “Sorry Mister!” she called out to him and Bucky nodded before waving his hand at her. She nodded her head at him in return and ushered the kittens back through the window before disappearing herself. Bucky was left standing at the entrance of the alleyway feeling as if the warmth had seeped from his body, he shook his head slightly before pulling his jacket collar back up to his face and began the walk to the restaurant to meet Yori.

*-*-*-*

The next time he saw the three kittens again was about two weeks later on his way into the apartment complex. He had just returned from a mission with Sam overseas and he was exhausted. All he wanted to do was crawl into his bed and sleep for days, possibly even weeks if he could manage it. As he trudged in through the front door of the complex the security guard greeted him and let him know that the elevator was down for service causing Bucky to groan tiredly before changing his course to the stairwell.

Entering the stairwell Bucky slowly began his ascent to his floor while holding onto the handrail. By the third floor he hadn’t been able to shake the feeling of being watched and stopped at one of the landings to look around the stairs. Not seeing anyone it wasn’t until he looked up towards the higher floors, that’s when he spotted the tiny black heads of fur peering down at him through the stairwell bars. Bucky was shocked to see that the kittens had grown slightly bigger already since the last time he had seen them. He couldn’t tell how big they had gotten but their eyes were now more proportionate to their heads. He stood there staring up at the cats as they silently watched him while slowly tilting their heads to the side. Chuckling softly Bucky shook his head and began the climb to his floor again, the feeling of being watched never leaving him. 

When he made it to his floor he noticed that the cats were on the landing just above him and they were still watching him silently. He leaned against the railing and peered up at them curiously as well, each cat was sat at a different railing and they all had their heads poking through the bars. Oddly enough they were in the same configuration when he had first seen them, the far left cat had the left amber eye and right ice blue eye, the middle cat had the two ice blue eyes, and the far right cat had the left ice blue eye and right amber eye. There was tension in the air as the staring contest continued between them all but it was all shattered when the door by the cats opened suddenly and Bucky heard the familiar aggravated tone of the woman once more.

“Stupid elevator had to go on the fritz all because the damn cats couldn’t contain themselves.” she grumbled out to herself and Bucky watched as she came into view as she made an angry screeching noise when she spotted the cats in the stairwell. “Speaking of the devils! You little heathens! Get your asses back inside the apartment! I swear I can’t wait to be rid of all three of you!” she snapped and hissed angrily at them. Bucky watched amused as the cats darted and raced around the woman as she tried to usher them back through the door without much success. He chuckled softly and the woman instantly halted her movement before whirling on her heel to stare at him defensively. Bucky quickly lifted his hands in faux surrender to show her that he wasn’t there to hurt her.

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” he said and she snorted softly at his words.

“You couldn’t if you tried.” she muttered softly and Bucky was taken aback by her candor.

“Was just noticing the troublemakers as I was on my way up to my floor.” he explained to her and she looked down at her feet where the three cats were now entangled as they peered down at Bucky. The image of the woman dressed in a deep maroon colored dress and stockinged feet with her long raven hair hanging around her face in wild untamed curls and the three black cats at her feet almost knocked Bucky back as if someone had punched him. It was an eerie and ethereal image that shocked Bucky to his core and made him want to gravitate towards them all, almost as if he was being willed subconsciously to go to them. Suddenly the woman shook her head and the feeling of needing to be close to them lifted from Bucky instantly.

“Enough of that.” she softly chastised the cats who all looked up at her almost imploringly. “Yes, they are a bit of trouble. Sorry if they bother you.” the woman excused as she smiled crookedly at him from her spot.

“No bother at all. I like their eyes, it's kinda cool that they seem connected.” Bucky said as he gestured to the cats at her feet.

“They’re sisters.” she told him as an explanation and Bucky nodded his head at her words. “This one’s named Clotho, this is Lachesis, and that one’s Atropos.” she told him with a knowing smile and Bucky furrowed his brows at the names.

“Interesting names.” he said and the woman laughed in a deep rich mysterious laugh that had Bucky smiling softly at her.

“Maybe one day I’ll tell you the meaning behind them.” she said with a grin and Bucky nodded his head eagerly.

“I’d love to hear it.” he said and she grinned while nodding her head.

“Well it was nice to see you again, soldier.” she said with a wave of her hand before turning back to the door to her floor and ushered the cats through before looking over her shoulder at him and winking. Bucky stood there for a few moments more feeling his body fill with excitement from their interaction. As he turned back to the door for his floor he suddenly realized that he didn’t get the woman’s name but she seemed to know him since she had called him a soldier. Bucky wondered quietly if he’d get to see them all soon again as he walked onto his floor and towards his apartment no longer feeling exhausted.

*-*-*-*

The next time he saw his upstairs neighbor was the night of the fire in the apartment complex, Sam and Joaquin had been in his apartment with him briefing on their next mission when Bucky had smelt it, fire. He had furrowed his brows at the faint smell before the fire alarms began blaring loudly throughout the complex. Joaquin quickly stowed away all of their maps and plans in his backpack before the three of them had exited the apartment and began ushering everyone towards the stairwells at either end of the hallways. Bucky and Sam opted to split up and head upwards to make sure that everyone got out of the complex while Joaquin called in back up and the fire department as he helped others down the stairs.

Bucky took the stairs to the floor above and opened the door quickly, three full grown black cats came tumbling out of the doorway and Bucky moved back slightly so as not to step on them. The cats all sat in front of Bucky as he held the door open and saw that the fire was coming from this floor and more specifically from a door three doors down from the stairwell door. He frowned softly and looked down at the cats before looking back to the door. They all sat there watching him silently in the same order as they normally were in whenever he saw them.

“Let me guess that’s your apartment.” he grumbled out softly and the middle cat tilted it’s head to the side curiously. Sighing softly Bucky stepped through the door and the cats followed swiftly. “Your Mom wouldn’t leave you if there was a fire, she’s not like that. She’d complain about getting you all out but she’d still get you out.” Bucky said as he walked down the hallway towards the flickering door with the cats on his heels. He turned to the cats and gestured for them to stay put before he spoke. “Stay.” he said firmly before turning back to the door and opening it with his metal hand.

Fire was licking the walls as it climbed upwards to the ceiling, Bucky stared in amazement as the fire moved along the walls to the ceiling but didn’t seem to be burning anything. The only thing truly burning in the apartment that Bucky could see was the potted plants that were scattered around the large living room area. In the middle of the living room sat the woman with the wild raven curly hair. Bucky slowly began to move towards the woman as she sat crisscrossed in the middle of the room with her eyes shut and her lips moving rapidly but too silent for him to hear. 

Bucky could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing at attention as he watched the woman continue to speak without being able to hear her and it made his stomach drop with caution and wary. Something was definitely not right here and he couldn’t really put his finger on what was going on. But he still moved to her side because he was worried about her well being. When he placed a hand onto her shoulder she gasped loudly and her eyes flung open as her head tilted up towards him.

“Are you okay?” Bucky asked loud enough to be heard over the flames, but as he darted his eyes around the room he noticed that the flames were starting to lessen and disappear all together.

“Oh my goodness! Shit! I did it again! Are you okay? Is everyone else okay?” The woman began to ramble and Bucky turned to see her looking around worriedly before she dashed away from him and came back with a fire extinguisher in her hands. She moved past him and to the plants that were burning and began to douse them with the fire extinguisher. Bucky followed her and took the fire extinguisher from her hands and moved her so that she was behind him as he extinguished her plants. When he was done he turned back to her and saw that she was looking around worriedly still before turning to him. 

“Are you okay?” he asked again and she nodded her head at his question.

“Yes, I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. I was meditating.” she said, finishing her sentence lamely with a lie that Bucky could detect easily.

“You were meditating?” he asked incredulously and she eagerly nodded her head with wide eyes. “And your apartment caught on fire but didn’t burn how?” he asked, wondering how she was going to lie her way out this. Something clattered along the floor behind him and Bucky whirled around to see the three cats wrestling on the floor near the front door.

“I’m so sorry about this.” the woman said and Bucky turned back towards her with confusion racing through him.

“Wha-” he began to ask when suddenly he blacked out.

*-*-*-*

The sound of fire truck sirens filtered in through Bucky’s consciousness and he groaned as he slowly came to. His eyes fluttered open and he saw Sam and Joaquin gazing down at him worriedly. There was also a paramedic at his side checking his vitals. Bucky grunted as he sat up fully and spotted the raven haired woman not far from where he sat in a stretcher. She stood there dressed in a purple dress with a wide brown leather belt and small black boots covering her feet, her raven hair lay in a thick heavy curtain down her back and she held a wicker basket that held the three black cats. They all stared at him and a soft smile formed on the woman’s lips, she winked at him before pressing her index finger to her lips to warn him to be quiet. She then turned on her heel and began walking away from the large crowd of people standing outside the apartment complex as fire fighters walked out of the building announcing that it was a false alarm and everyone was free to go back inside.

Bucky shook his head gently as his eyes darted back to where the woman had been walking away and saw that she had completely disappeared from view. He tried looking for her but Bucky somehow knew that he’d never find her and her three cats again unless they wanted to be found.

[into-the-very-fires-of-mordor]

@1lostsoul0fishbowl thank you so much for your kind tag! I have to admit, my writing is sporadic and covers a variety of topics, so I'm unsure if i even have specific kiss scenes I've even written! (hello trauma-induced swiss cheese brain, how are ya?)

but you're in luck! because today i was inspired while taking a massive dump and i somehow produced a lil short snippet of a story, and that does involve a kiss. hope u enjooyyyyy :)

When morning comes neither is eager to leave their cocoon of warmth, and while she hauls herself out first, his hands reach for hers, him dragging himself across their bed as he begs for another five minutes of comfort. She just smiles at him, tilting his chin to give him a long, affectionate kiss on the lips, then she returns to the task of dressing, remaking the layers of fabric that temporarily hide her true gender. Now clad in the simple fabric of a nobleboy, she watches as him blinks sleepily at her, taking him time as he stretches, his sleep shirt riding up just a tad as he rubs his face and ambles off to their washbasin for a morning shave. In five minutes he’s ready to go, once again clad in the rougher garb of a mountain guide, and hand in hand they share another lingering look before they separate for the day, a nobleman and his guide exploring the local sights. And that’s what they’ll have to maintain until the chaos dies down. But they’ll be thinking of this time of comfort, using it to get them through the difficult days to come. These stolen moments are truly what sustains them, and they will steal as many as they can before the end comes. One more hand squeeze, then she dons her gloves, he opens the door for her with a flourish, and nobleman and guide leave the room with a respectable distance between them.

<3 idk who they are or where they came from but they Love Each Other (tm) and are Going Through It hehe. lmk if you want to hear more from them! <3

no pressure tags: @lady-disdain221b @dootznbootz @hecates-corner @beelikesbirds @mydnyteraven

💋 Kiss Tag 💋

Rules: From your Story/WIP, share a kiss. It can be any kiss—from familial pecks on the cheek, forehead kisses, platonic smooches, to full-blown makeouts. Spread the love! ❤️

I was tagged by @billysblueeyes and @rose-n-gunses - thank you both for the love!!! 😘😘 sadly I don’t really have any hellcheer kisses worth sharing, so instead we’ll take a peek into El’s diary in my latest fic for her first kiss with Gareth…

I’m not sure which one of us moved first but suddenly he was kissing me and I was kissing him right back, right on his beautiful lips that I’d been sneaking glances at all day, and o.m.g. it was so incredibly amazing. Turns out I’ve never truly been kissed before, because whatever awkward uncomfortable weirdness that used to happen between me and Mike was totally not real kissing. But when my Bear kissed me it was glorious. And I felt gorgeous. He held me so close and kissed me like… gosh, I dunno… like I was a treasure he’d spent years searching for and finally found. I got to run my fingers through his hair, which I’d been wanting to do since the first moment I saw him, and it’s even softer than it looks. Everything about him was so soft— his hair, his lips, his flannel vest, the touch of his hands on my face. I think he liked it when I played with his hair because he made this funny little growly sort of sigh and pulled me in even closer. Then we totally started frenching!!! AHHHHH!!!!! I always thought that sounded mega-weird when I read about it in magazines (thinking about Mike’s tongue in my mouth was like, barf me out) but it was so much better with Bear than I ever could’ve imagined. I don’t even know how to describe it. It wasn’t weird or gross at all, it felt… good. Really good. Natural, like that’s how a kiss is supposed to be when you really like someone. All soft and warm, gentle but intense too, and not nearly as wet or messy as I’d imagined it would be. AHHHH I can almost still feel it but I can’t even describe it. I got tingly all over. He tasted like he’d been chewing cinnamon gum, all spicy-sweet, and I wonder if he came prepared with it because he was hoping this would happen as much as I was. I'll never have a stick of Big Red again without remembering this night and my very first REAL kiss.

no-pressure tags: @smokefurball 😘 @hellcheercaine 😘 @into-the-very-fires-of-mordor 😘 @the-unforgivenn 😘 @ladyfluff

[crystallinewill]

tag dump;

🞛 ; ooc - ooc posts

🞛 ; loreposting - lore posting related to Jacke

🞛 ; moogle mail - asks

🞛 ; dossier - aesthetics

🞛 ; bestiary - blogs of every hawk images ever; related to Hecate's familiar Circe

🞛 ; desire - NSFW rp posts

🞛 ; starter call - starter calls written by me

🞛 ; self promo - own promo posts

🞛 ; other promo - reblogs of other people's promo posts

🞛 ; conversations - all replies

🞛 ; games - all RP prompts

🞛 ; resources - all sorts of resources related to RP go here

🞛 ; queue - queued posts

[magissathea]

Tag Dump

[tuxedofrog]

(a good Portion of) The gang’s all here

[matts-self-soda-ships]

Seeing that Hypno-Potamus, (I'm only now realizing that his name is a pun lol) is a magician, it is not too far off to assign him as Hecate, Goddess of magic (or more accurately, Witchcraft). One of her more popular appearances was in Abduction of Persephone, where she helped Demeter search for Persephone using her magical torches [Which - if I'm not mistaken - were placed in doorways for protection in ancient Greece)

[I apologize in advance for the info dump in tags]

Idk if anyone done this one yet but ...

Reblog this with a pic of your f/o and I'll assign them a mythical creature/God!

Two max + if you want, specify what mythos you want it to be from! [Greek, Norse, etc]

Proshippers/Comshippers DNI!

[chasingpj]

𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐳𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬

"I might spread a rumor about you and Percy rendezvousing at midnight. The Aphrodite cabin will have a hoot with that one."

pairing: percy jackson x child of hecate!reader

words: 4,931

warnings: none

timeline: post sea of monsters

if you want to be tagged every time I update this story, click here

a/n: hi hi! this is part one of a self-insert series I'm working on. in this story, y/n is a child of hecate, and this storyline follows the books. the current timeline here is post sea of monsters and will continue through the Heroes of Olympus books. though it follows the original plot, y/n has her own storyline and quests. i tried to make y/n gender-neutral but as I continued to work on the timeline for this project, i had decided that this fic is for a fem reader. guys, this is really just me projecting my fantasy into fanfiction lol. i feel like this is a slow start?? and there is a lot of info dumped in this so bear with me. it'll get better and I'll be working to improve my writing as the series continues. I was on a writing hiatus for a really long time and I'm out of practice so this is my way to get back and hopefully, exceed the skills I had when I was a consistent writer. anyways, if you have any feedback, let me know! I'd love to hear what you think. as i get deeper into the series, i might ask for some suggestions on what to do with the fic. anyways, i'll stop rambling and i hope you like it!

Part One Part Two

You ignore the aching in your neck as your focus is fixed on the herbology book in front of you. You’ve been seated at your desk for Zeus knows how long reading and taking notes in your Book of Shadows, determined to finish reading it as fast as possible. Your half-brother, Alabaster, insisted that you need to memorize all the herbs and their properties before he can properly teach you how to use them in potions. Even though you understand its importance, you hated introductory work. You are itching to get to the real stuff, resulting in you glued to your chair, studying through the night as your cabin mates were fast asleep in their beds. But as determined as you are, Ambrose, your familiar, wasn’t much help. Ambrose whines as he rubs his head against your legs like a needy kitten, making it difficult to ignore him.

“What is it, Ambrose?” You whisper, sitting back in your chair in defeat. You take a second to massage the back of your sore neck before turning to face the translucent hound sitting attentively at your side. His tail sweeps the floor as it wags excitedly, and a short huff leaves his snout as if he was proud to have finally gotten your attention.

Your eyes meet his, racking your mind to figure out what Ambrose needs to tell you. At first, you thought he wanted to play, but you didn’t have time for that, so you decided to ignore him. Usually, after being ignored for a while, Ambrose will give up, finding something else to occupy him. But tonight, he was particularly persistent, and he’s only like this when he needs to tell you something.

Before you can ask what he wanted again, Ambrose gets up from his seated position, running over to the small table that stands beside your bed. You furrow your eyebrows, the first thing you notice when you walk over are your crystals neatly placed in front of your spell books as usual. Seeing them made you suddenly remember what you had planned to do.

You had told Ambrose to remind you to charge your crystals and collect water from the lake since there is a full moon tonight and of course, Ambrose being your loyal companion, did exactly that. Before looking down at the hound, who now is breathing heavily, his tail somehow wagging faster than before, you smile to yourself.

“I told you to remind me earlier, didn’t I?” Ambrose snorts and runs around your feet enthusiastically. You couldn’t help but giggle at his excitement as you reached down to pat his head. “Good boy. What would I do without you?” You continue to praise him, grabbing a black pouch and carefully placing the crystals in it. You put your index finger to your lips, signaling Ambrose to be a little quieter despite his excitement. If he accidentally wakes anyone up, then you definitely weren’t going to be able to fulfill your plans.

You bite your bottom lip as you tiptoe out of the aisle between the bunks. You look around the notoriously cramped Hermes Cabin to make sure your assumption that everyone was asleep by now was correct. It wasn’t hard to make out the faces of your cabin mates since seeing clearly in the dark was one of your many gifts, so you carefully walked along the bunks, being as quiet as you could. You are especially cautious as you approach the front where your cabin leaders, the Stoll brothers, slept. You study them for a second, knowing for sure Travis was asleep since he was snoring and loudly at that. Before you can check if Connor is asleep, you hear him shifting in his bed. You stand frozen in your spot, hesitantly looking over and you were expecting to be met with the usual mischievous grin. Instead, his back was towards you now. You have a feeling in your gut that he wasn't asleep, the timing of his moving was much too convenient. You really didn't want to wait any longer though so you decide that you might as well leave before he could stop you.

You turn on your heels, walking over to the window before you push it open. You cringe softly as the hinges creak, and you look back at the cabin to double-check if anyone has woken up from the sound. You sigh in relief when you see no one has moved, and you turn back to the window, carefully crawling out of it. This wasn’t unusual for you. You’ve done this so many times that using windows as a mode of exiting and entering a room was as natural to you as walking in and out of a door, and soon you were hopping down onto the grass. Your back is pressed against the cabin as you walk the side of it. You look up at the trees and the sky, eyes scoping around for any harpies hanging around. After deeming that you were alone, you begin making your way to the lake, Ambrose walking by your side attentively and cautiously to make sure you are safe.

The night was clear; the stars and especially the moon shone brightly in the sky. You sigh softly, taking in the stillness of the night, admiring the glistening lake reflecting the full moon placed above it. You’ve always enjoyed how quiet and cool the nights were, preferring it more than the daytime.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t avoid it as much as you wish to. Most of your siblings can agree with you that they’d prefer to sleep in most days so that they can study and practice their magic at night. However, that wasn’t the schedule of the Hermes Cabin. It was pretty impossible to sleep in since the mornings were always hectic. In fact, the cabin was just hectic, period. There was always something going on, whether it was an elaborate prank or the guys arguing over who gets to shower first after coming back from training which usually resulted in an intense game of rock, paper, scissors. You can’t say that you didn’t like it; at least you were entertained.

You also always had someone to talk to, and because there were often new campers coming in and out of there, you have easily familiarized yourself with a lot of the kids at camp. However, like your mother, you did enjoy and yearn for the occasional periods of solitude. As fun as living with the Hermes kids was, you and your siblings did find yourselves getting a little irritable at their shenanigans. It was at those times, you did wish that your mother, Hecate, had a designated cabin.

You and your siblings had always said if they ever got a cabin of their own, they would make sure everyone had separate rooms and would have designated spaces to socialize and practice their magic so that it was quiet for the most part. Alabaster, especially, was really passionate about this topic. He complained how it didn’t make sense that your mother wasn't recognized since you and your siblings were a powerful little bunch. You all needed a space to practice your magic and practice preferably at night since you were the most powerful at that time of day; you were also less prone to making mistakes in your spell casting at night. You agreed with him and would get upset about it sometimes, but the Hermes Cabin was a place you considered to be a second home. The communal feel of the space was something you enjoyed, it was one of the few places where you felt fully accepted which was rare to find being a demi-god with abilities like yours. In return to the Hermes Cabin welcoming you with open arms, you accept the inconveniently loud environment as an admirable quirk and went on with your days.

Then to compensate for the lack of silence and solitude, you would often stay up late, taking advantage of the quiet to focus on your studies. Even if you had to sacrifice the amount of sleep you got, you felt like it was worth it.

It doesn’t take you long to arrive at the dock, sitting down close to the end with your legs folded under you. You first collect lake water in a jar before carefully taking out the pouch's crystals. Assuming you had only a few left in the pouch after laying most of them on the dock, you tilt it with your hand under it, only for the crystals to come out all at once. You fumble, hands trying to bring them to your chest, but with your luck, one of your crystals falls right into the water with a plop.

“Dammit!” You peer over the edge and groan, Ambrose whining at your misfortune as he stands beside you. You look down at the water, noticing Ambrose’s and your dim reflection in it. There was no way you could get that crystal now because you didn't know how to swim, and you consider that maybe tomorrow you can convince your twin brother, Atticus, to look for it or Alabaster if Atticus refused, which you were expecting him to.

Your breath hitches at the back of your throat, jumping back as a head of dark hair abruptly pops up from right where you were staring. Ambrose barks loudly next to you, equally as startled, and your eyes widen. You stand up hastily at the realization that Ambrose's loud barks in the dead of night will catch the attention of the harpies, and right now, that was more important to you than the mysterious person that just sprouted up in the water like a zombie coming out of a grave.

“Shush! Ambrose, quiet!” Your frantic command was enough to make him stop with a whine, and you sigh shakily, turning towards the camp to check if there were any harpies.

“I think you dropped something.” Ambrose moves in front of you protectively, a low growl coming from his chest as he cautiously studies the person. You look back where the voice came from and to your surprise and your relief, you find that the mysterious person in the lake was no other than Percy Jackson. You never had a conversation with him before, but you definitely knew about him. It was kind of hard not to know who he is since he’s been the talk of the camp since he’s arrived. Your thoughts about him weren’t any different from most of the camp. You’ve seen him fight and use his powers during capture the flag, and you were just as impressed as everyone else. You did have to admit that you found him to be pretty cute too. His eyes were gorgeous, clear, and bright like a shallow, cyanic sea. You also found it adorable how his hair always looked a little disheveled.

Your (e/c) eyes met Percy’s green ones before looking at your rose quartz in his hand. You smile sheepishly, noticing the amused look on his face.

“Ah, yeah, that’s mine.” You walk over to him, but as you get closer, so does Ambrose, and his growls get louder. "Ambrose, heel. It's okay," you say softly, and he stops in his place, but his stance is still at alert, his eyes watching Percy cautiously. You pat Ambrose's head before walking past him and over to Percy. "Thanks," you smile, taking your rose quartz from his hand.

"No problem… I don't think your ghost dog likes me," Percy jokes, moving to look past your legs at Ambrose, who’s standing tall on your left side.

"Yeah, well, you kinda scared the crap out of us," you point out, amused. You take in Percy's goofy smile as he pulls himself up from the water, and you notice that he’s completely dry as he settles on the edge before turning his body to look at you.

“It’s y/n, right?” He asks, and you nod, figuring he’s probably heard about you in passing from Connor and Travis since he was friends with them too. “What are you doing out here so late?"

"I could ask you the same thing," you retort playfully, making him smile. You move to sit down where you were standing. You spread the crystals neatly on the wood, making a mental note to get them before you go to bed.

"I couldn't sleep, so I came out here to hang out, but then a hippocampus swam up. One of its friends got stuck in a fisher's net not too far from here, so I went to help," he explains, and you nod. "I told you my excuse, so what's yours?"

You hum, "It's a full moon out tonight, so I thought I should take my crystals out. I also needed moon water for a potion, so I collected some for that," you point over at the big mason jar full of lake water. "It’s not as cool as your excuse,” you say playfully.

A short laugh comes from Percy, and when you look up from your crystals, you notice he was looking at Ambrose again, who was still in his tense stance. Ambrose was especially protective of you and Atticus, and it wasn’t unusual for him to be cautious of the new people you come across. You assumed that Ambrose was particularly tense with Percy since he had successfully caught you both by surprise.

"Ambrose, relax.” You pat the top of his head to soothe him. "Lay down." Ambrose whines, licking your hand affectionately for a little, and you can tell he was still uneasy about the other. He was hesitant, but he follows your command anyway, laying down with his head on your lap.

"You can touch him?" Percy asks, his eyes wide and curious as he watches you pet Ambrose.

"Yeah, I can touch ghosts in general. My mother is Hecate, goddess of necromancy, along with magic, the night and the moon," you tell him. "This is Ambrose. My mother gifted him to me to be my familiar, kinda like a guardian." You look down at the hound, smiling softly as you scratch behind his ear softly.

Ambrose is a burly Molossian Hound who lived in the time of Alexander The Great. From what your father told you, his breed was well valued in Ancient Greek and Roman times and was often used in war. It is easy to understand why the breed was used in war. Ambrose is huge and muscular, about 6 feet tall when he stands on his hind legs, and he weighs around 200 pounds. At first, Ambrose can come off as a little intimidating. You remember how your siblings had avoided him when you first arrived at camp before they realized that he was the clearest definition of a gentle giant. Even though he was trained to fight when he was alive, he was still as gentle as a well-trained house dog unless he was given a reason not to be.

"When did you get him?" Percy asks, his eyes focusing on Ambrose’s translucent body that looked like it is made up of this gray swirling vapor. He couldn’t exactly wrap his head around how Ambrose’s head was comfortably propped up on your thigh.

"We met on the night I was on my way to Camp so about 2 years ago. Without him, my brother and I probably would have never made it to the borders.” You look up at Percy, meeting his eyes again; you watch as his face softens as he shifts to lean back on his hand.

"Really?" You hum and nod, ready to drop the conversation there, thinking you shouldn’t bore him with the details. You didn’t really like talking about it much, but the way he was looking at you made you feel like he was inviting you to continue talking.

"We got separated from our father at the gas station a couple of miles away from here. He went inside the convenience store to get us snacks, and while he was in there, a cyclops had found us, tried to grab us out of his car. We jumped out and ran into the woods nearby," you explain as you look out at the dark horizon.

You remember the sound of your father yelling after you and Atticus and how it broke your heart hearing, for the first time, such despair in his voice. You knew your dad didn’t want to bring you guys to camp, but he knew it was in Atticus’s and your best interest to come here and be with other people like you guys.

When you and Atticus started developing your powers, your father had simply told you guys that you were special and to refrain from using your telekinesis anywhere else but home. He didn’t say anything more until one night, you and Atticus had gotten in a screaming match about a reason you don’t even remember. However, in your screaming match, the both of you were so angry that a green aura had formed around you both, and books, magazines, even cutlery were being flown across the room because of the sheer energy you were admitting as a unit. It was then your father had decided to take you and Atticus to the camp to control and learn about your powers before you guys destroyed the house over a dumb argument like who’s turn is it to have the TV remote.

"We were more concerned about the monster hurting our dad, so we decided on a whim to run in the forest. My brother and I have telekinesis powers, and I aimed well enough to send a rock right at the cyclops eye. We lost him a little after that, but we didn't know where we were. We made too many twists and turns; we had no idea what direction we came from. And then, this buddy appeared out of nowhere from a distance. I saw him glowing from far away and couldn’t make out what he was, but I felt that I had to follow him. So we did, and he got us to camp with no detours for any other monsters. He's been with me ever since," you say, and a low whine comes from Ambrose’s mouth as he nuzzles the side of his face on your thigh contentedly.

Percy nods, and he huffs softly, "You guys got lucky. How old were you and your brother when you got to camp?"

"12, we're twins. We actually got here a couple of weeks after you did,” you mention. You watch Percy’s mouth curve into a half-smirk.

“Wow," he says, amused, and shakes his head. “So you have a twin and a dead dog, no fair," he jokes. You giggle, rolling your eyes playfully,

"Oh please, and you have crazy water powers. You’re completely dry after swimming! I think that's pretty envy-worthy."

"Hey-,” he shrugs, taking a second as if to form a protest. “I guess you're right,” he admits and laughs. You laugh with him, opening your mouth to say something else but unfortunately, you were interrupted by a screech echoing in the distance.

Both you and Percy stand up quickly, trying to figure out which direction it came from. “The harpies,” you both mutter in unison. You bend down to grab your things, and you look at Ambrose.

"Go distract them, bud," you tell him, and Ambrose jumps up to his feet, and you watch as he runs away, barking to get their attention. Just then, you see the wings of the Harpies coming up from the trees of the forest. You turn to Percy, grabbing his hand quick,

“Incantare: Transpectus!" You exclaim confidently, closing your eyes to envision you and Percy becoming transparent on the dock. You've never tried doing this spell before, but you've gotten better at visualizing and setting intentions, so you had some hope in yourself. You open your eyes, not feeling any different, and you hoped that you just didn't make a fool of yourself in front of Percy. But when you look down at your hand hesitantly and notice it was hard to make out since you were see-through like glass, you sigh in relief. You smile to yourself, more than satisfied that you were able to pull that off.

"Woah, are we invisible?" You look over at Percy, able to see him just fine since he was under the spell with you. Percy looks down at himself, eyes widened as he processes he can’t see his body anymore. You observe him for a second, finding it cute how he looked surprised and obviously entertained at the fact that he was completely see-through. You feel yourself growing a little flustered, trying not to focus too much on the fact that you were holding hands with him.

"Something like that. C'mon, it won’t last too long," you whisper, and your grip around his hand tightens as you guys begin running to his cabin. You hear the harpies screeching in frustration as they swoop down to try and grab Ambrose, only for their claws to go right through him. While the harpies were growing more annoyed, Ambrose, on the other hand, was having way too much fun, running in circles and barking at them as if he’s teasing.

"Man, I wish I had a ghost dog," you hear Percy mutter behind you as you arrive at the steps of his cabin.

"Yeah, Ambrose is pretty great," you admit, watching him play with the harpies before shifting your gaze over to Percy. "Thanks for getting the crystal for me." As much as you wanted to stay talking to him, you knew you couldn't stay too long. You were still eager to finish studying, and Ambrose can only hold off the harpies for so long.

"It was no problem. It was on my way up anyways," he shrugs, and you smile, trying to ignore the fluttering feeling in your stomach. You look down, the two of you still holding hands even though the spell wore off already. You awkwardly let go of his hand, shifting on your feet.

"Well, I'll see you around," you say sheepishly, fiddling with your fingers.

"Yeah, I'll see you.” His hand comes up in an awkward wave. You nod, returning the wave. Your eyes meet Percy’s green ones one more time before turning on your heels and walking down the steps of his cabin. You notice that Ambrose is now long gone into the forest, taking the harpies with him to give you time to rush to the other side where your cabin is.

As you hurry back to your cabin, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you replayed the interaction you just had with Percy, and you couldn't help but wonder when would be the next time you could talk to him.

You carefully hoist yourself up, climb back into the cabin through the window, sighing softly once you get in. You slowly close the window, your face scrunching at the creaking sound, but you successfully get it closed before turning around, only to be faced with Connor Stoll standing a few feet away with his arms crossed over his chest. You gasp loudly, almost dropping the mason jar in your hand, being startled for the second time tonight.

“Oh, look who’s back,” he says, his lips pulled in his usual mischievous smirk, his right eyebrow raised as if he's suspicious of you. You shift, giggling nervously under his graze,

"Hey, Con.” Shit. You knew he wasn’t asleep, and a part of you wasn’t surprised that he had caught you sneaking out again. You weren’t too worried since Connor wasn’t one to be strict or easily angered, neither was Travis, but you can understand if he did get a little upset with you since the cabin could also get in trouble, and he worried about you getting hurt.

"You leave so often, I'm starting to think you're seeing someone," he teases, and you furrow your eyebrows, not really sure what he was trying to get at.

"I'm not seeing anyone. You know what I do when I sneak out," you tell him, putting your hand out to show him the jar full of water. After being caught the first couple of times, you had explained to Connor why you occasionally needed to head out at night. He was understanding of your reasons, telling you to try and not sneak out as often. When he did catch you, he always kept your outings secret. It came with a price, though. You were sometimes stuck doing extra chores, especially anything that had to do with cleaning, since he hated doing anything that had to do with mopping or sweeping.

"So that wasn't you and Percy on the dock?" Your eyes widen, and you feel your face get hot again. You shake your head, stumbling over your words for a second.

"Uh… n- that was a coincidence!" You hear him snort, laughing quietly as if he didn't believe you. Even though he couldn't see your facial expression very well in this lighting, he can still tell how flustered you were at his sudden question.

"Yeah, sure," he says sarcastically, and he hums, "Anyways, what are you going to do for me so that I don't tell on you?" He asks, and your mouth drops open. Usually, he wasn't so forward, and he never threatened to tell on you. "I might spread a rumor about you and Percy rendezvousing at midnight. The Aphrodite cabin will have a hoot with that one."

You gasp, "Connor, are you blackmailing me right now?" You narrow your eyes at him, and he shrugs,

"I guess you can say I am." You shake your head, walking over to your desk to put down your moon water before turning toward him and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"... what do you want?" You ask, expecting him to make you take up one of his chores. But from the way he was smiling at you, you can tell that there was something more he wanted, and you were beginning to worry.

"Help me turn the Ares Cabin into bunnies," he says, and you shake your head frantically,

"No way! Clarisse will kill me," you whisper. Connor smiles,

"No, she won't. She can't kill you if she's a bunny," he points out, and your face falls flat,

"They're not gonna stay bunnies forever," you say, and you fiddle with your fingers nervously at the idea of the outrage you'd get from the Ares Cabin after shifting back from being bunnies. "I don't know, Con. I don't even know if I can turn all of them into bunnies at once."

Connor waves his hand at you, dismissing your concern. "I don't care for the logistics now. We can work on that later, but you have to agree to at least help me," he says. "Or I'm telling everyone I saw you smooching Percy on the dock."

"What!? We didn't even kiss. We talked for like 5 minutes!" You whisper-yell, your reactions much too entertaining for him, and he was having a hard time holding in his laugh.

"Your decision, y/n."

You sigh, throwing your head back. You look at the ceiling for a second as you consider your two choices. And you decide that getting your head potentially put on a stick by Clarisse was better than the burning embarrassment of Percy thinking you're spreading rumors about kissing him. "Fine, whatever. I'll help you do the bunny thing," you mumble, your shoulders slouched.

Connor nods with a proud smile on his face for trapping you into helping him. "Good choice. I will be going back to sleep now. Good night… again," he announces, turning on his heels and walking over to his bed. You frown a little as you walk back to your desk to study. Plopping down onto your chair, you decide that you’ll worry about Connor’s little plan later so you can focus on your studying. After a while, Ambrose comes trotting in, joining you by the desk as usual. You smile at him, praising the other for distracting the harpies for you before he lays down, his head laying on your foot.

As you study, you find that you couldn’t help your mind drifting back to Percy once and a while. You deem that there was no way that you could have a crush on him since you guys have only spoken once. In the midst of your internal debate to decide what you felt for him, you suddenly remember the crystal that was retrieved for you. You remember how Percy presented it to you, holding it out for you with his fingertips. It was your rose quartz. What a coincidence. You smile, rolling your eyes as you tell yourself that you’re thinking too much into it. You look over, noticing the dim illuminating light of the beginning sunrise shining through the curtains. You sigh, deciding that you should probably get to sleep and take advantage of the maybe, four hours of sleep you’ll get tonight. You close your herbology book before making your way to your bed, and with a soft sigh, you retreat under the covers, and finally, you surrender to your drowsiness.

masterlist

[caliigc]

hecate’s tag dump !!

isabella “bella” legume’s tag dump !!

[wcrldcnfire]

hecate & hermes tag dump

[christelightlavo]

Remember to tag me, I wanna see info dumps about hecate's.

A little input about all the Christel's just for fun.

• T1!Christel just happens to be the powerhouse of all the Christel's

T1! Christel's oddity based book powers (technically witchcraft) -> T2! Christel's witchcraft using her mother's book.

T1! Christel being Hades half daughter -> i-am-christel / T3! Christel being Hades daughter.

T1! Christel being able to travel through dimensions -> media having the power of media travelling.

•The only christel's that doesn't have powers are D!Christel and Eloise.

•Eloise is a version of Christel but she can't just remember her name because she doesn't have her memories (plot point)

• the christel from i-am-christel blog is the unofficially T3! Christel.

• media does not like to be called christel or be given the title of T4! Christel because she finds it demeaning. (Also she is reading all you guys reblogs and watching me as I type this. Yes media I CAN SEE YOU. I MADE YOU!)

• All the C! Christel's are not a part of the Main-Christel's squad.

Might add more later

@grelitia-fam @gotham-its-seven-in-the-morning @evandalist-in-gotham

[peachyuus-arc]

–– ° ♡ tag dump ♡ ° ––

[mouse507]

Thanks @queen-paladin for tagging me in this!!

hecate - into astrology, sleep who?, observant, spends a lot of time alone, wants to dye their hair, kind, likes coffee shops, a bit in love with the stars

asclepius - likes helping people, wants/has a dog, really smart, essential oils, nice smile, takes long showers, probably drinks herbal tea

hypnos - tired all the time, warm milk, smells like lavender, soft skin, doesn’t get angry easily, a bit sad, pretends to be calm all the time but is actually internally screaming

hebe - likes baking, pastel colors, flower crowns, runs on impulse and instinct, glitter highlighter, probably still goes to the playground, dumps a ton of toppings on their ice cream

khione - legit goes out in -10° weather with only a sweater, likes makeup, iced coffee, loves snow, brutally sarcastic, pretends not to give a shit about school but actually gets straight a’s

nike - #fIGHT ME, protects their friends, would die for fictional ships and/or characters, always on the leaderboard in kahoot, city person, minimalist, loves the satisfaction of winning

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I think I'm a mix between khione and asclepius! I now tag @not-john-watsons-blog and @queens-n-roses

[ao3feed-goodomens]

The Antichrist's ABCs

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2yQ2mcH

by ModernWizard

A is for AGONY, a deep, throbbing smart...

Heck the witch, formerly known as Warlock, is now twenty-seven, living with her Hellmom Crowley and her Angeldad Aziraphale after being fired, dumped, and evicted. Self-doubt, which she imagines as a demon looking suspiciously like Thaddeus J. Dowling XVI, assails her.

Her ineffable parents try to cheer her up by introducing her to Chaz, a customer who needs just the kind of knowledge that Heck has. Friendship blossoms between Heck and Chaz. Later that day, Heck learns the story of The Antichrist's ABCs and other happy childhood memories.

Words: 542, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, Other

Characters: Warlock Dowling, Nanny Ashtoreth (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens), Thaddeus J. Dowling

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley & Warlock Dowling, Aziraphale & Warlock Dowling, Warlock Dowling & Brother Francis, Nanny Ashtoreth/Brother Francis, Nanny Ashtoreth & Warlock Dowling

Additional Tags: Genderfluid Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Kids (Good Omens), Crowley is Good With Kids (Good Omens), Trans Warlock, trans Warlock Dowling, POV Warlock Dowling, heck, Heck the witch, Hecate Ashtoreth Fell, Witchcraft, Wicca, Children's Literature, Children's Books, Autistic Aziraphale (Good Omens), Matchmaking by ineffable doofuses, Mediocritus the personification of Heck's doubt, Being Fired, being dumped, Post-Break Up, moving back home, Moving in with parents, The Antichrist's ABCs, The Infernal Alphabet, Snakes, How Heck learned to read, Heck's first word, Goodbye Nanny's spag bol, It was nice knowing you, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2yQ2mcH

[ahsteria]

tag yourself ; minor greek gods + titans

hecate - into astrology, sleep who?, observant, spends a lot of time alone, wants to dye their hair, kind, likes coffee shops, a bit in love with the stars

asclepius - likes helping people, wants/has a dog, really smart, essential oils, nice smile, takes long showers, probably drinks herbal tea

hypnos - tired all the time, warm milk, smells like lavender, soft skin, doesn’t get angry easily, a bit sad, pretends to be calm all the time but is actually internally screaming

hebe - likes baking, pastel colors, flower crowns, runs on impulse and instinct, glitter highlighter, probably still goes to the playground, dumps a ton of toppings on their ice cream

khione - legit goes out in -10° weather with only a sweater, likes makeup, iced coffee, loves snow, brutally sarcastic, pretends not to give a shit about school but actually gets straight a’s

nike - #fIGHT ME, protects their friends, would die for fictional ships and/or characters, always on the leaderboard in kahoot, city person, minimalist, loves the satisfaction of winning