#id like to thank hazel

[clumsyclifford]

“You found me,” Alex says. A small crinkle by his eyes gives away the beginning of his smile before it dawns. “Now what?” “Now I bother you until you make me go away.” “Oh, please,” Alex says, nudging Jack's thigh with his toes. His fingers return to their task, but his voice stays in conversation with Jack. “If it were possible for you to bother me that much, I'd have kicked you out of the band years ago.”

hello everyone. i am back and i am back with jalex.

[ashleys-doodle-corner]

[id start]: a very rough doodle of the artist, kneeling down as she stares at the ground. she has a shadow over her face, and grips her arm. she is surrounded by shadow. the words “i’m tired” drip down from the top and stamp itself all over her face and into the ground. [end id]

feels like this year keeps beating the shit out of me every time i try to hope.

[lazi4ss]

That's Not My Milkman

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Warning: slight gore but not that detailed, doppleganger Francis

Gender neutral reader

(NOT MY ART, I FORGOT WHOS TIKTOK THIS IS FROM BUT CREDITS TO YOU!)

"So... Is everything in check?"

A tired voice mumbled out as your eyes trailed up from the ID and entry request in your hands to the source of the sound. Tired hazel eyes stared back at you as Francis rubbed the back of his neck.

You felt bad, here you were double and triple-checking everything while the exhausted and probably underpaid milkman was there standing and waiting to be let in. But it's for everyone's safety so don't feel too bad. You gave a small smile as you handed back his paperworks. Everything seems to check out and you were going to let him in but... what's that on his uniform sleeve?

You squinted your eyes as you scanned the cuff of his right sleeve. His gaze travelled to where you were looking and with a shrug of his shoulders he lifted his hand to give you a clear view. And it is in fact blood, and by the looks of it, quite fresh too. How come you didn't notice it before?

You raised an eyebrow, one hand slowly inching closer to the danger button as you tried to be subtle and casual about it. Because what the heck? He was confident enough to show you something so suspicious without batting an eye.

"Sooo... Uhm. Anything you want to share?"

You casually asked, yet nervousness was laced in your tone. He sighed, keeping his composed and nonchalant act as put his hand down, burying it in his pocket as he dragged his free hand on his face. If he's a doppelganger then he's really going the extra mile to act or seem believable.

"Mmm. I know you're on edge."

He mumbled, gaze traveling from your hand that was ready to press the danger button to your face. Staring a little too long as he examined your features. You got a very pretty face yet it was filled with mistrust. Shame. Catching himself, he quietly scoffed under his breath. Good job Francis, already had the doorperson suspicious of you.

"But this is not what it looks like. I injured my hand earlier with a broken glass, blood must've gotten on my uniform accidentally."

He finished, not breaking the staring contest you two have started. You don't quite seem to believe that story, but it was plausible. There was a tense silence for a while before you broke it.

"Show me your wound."

You requested and again, another tense silence. He didn't look like he was going to comply. Just you and him staring down at each other. No one backing down and tearing their eyes away.

"... Fuck."

He quietly hissed and that was enough confirmation for you. You pressed the button immediately, grabbing the phone as you dialed the D.D.D. A familiar voice on the other end confirms and tells you that agents are on their way.

You sighed in relief, although that didn't last long as you heard banging on the glass pane separating you and the doppelganger. Thank God those were strong enough to withhold the assaults. You should've been shaking in your seat right now, and you were albeit not so intense, but it was the first time you came across the quiet and aloof milkman's doppel.

Hell, it was the first time you even saw Francis up front, not just out of the picture in the folder provided for your job. Out of curiosity, you raised the metal shutters to take a peek at it. And what greeted you was a snarling, red-eyed Francis. His features twisted in rage as he banged on the glass repeatedly.

"Let me in, Y/n!"

He growled, to which you shut the metal blinds again on his face in response as you heard the agents barge in. You thought it would be like last time, after a while they would let you know that the cleanup was successful and that they would be on their way back. Easy peasy, right? Oh how wrong you were. Turns out, this one was putting up quite a fight.

You could hear shouting, a lot of screaming, and the sound of something sharp slashing at flesh. Wet sounds of people gurgling in what you presumed to be their own blood... That was disturbing. You were almost too scared to pull up the shutters to see what was going on. But suddenly the noises stopped. Did they catch him? Was it finally over?

With shaking hands, you pressed the danger button off. The blinds slowly ascended and holy shit, the sight was like something out of a nightmare. It was straight up a blood bath. The agents' bodies were piled on the right side. Some missing their heads, missing their upper or lower half, and others' stomachs were ripped out and just generally shredded and torn. But that wasn't what you saw first.

It was Francis, or well, his doppelganger, with blood splattered on his clothes and a little getting on his cheek. His forearm was resting on the glass as he leaned. His mouth opened and formed a smirk as he panted, breathing heavily while glaring at you. His left hand fiddled with the blood-drenched tie on his neck.

If he wasn't a murderous doppelganger, you would've swooned. But alas, you can't have nice things in life. You blinked at him before pressing the button again,

"Wait- damn it!"

He called out but the windows were closed off again as you dialed the number quickly. Yet again, the same old thing was said, another batch of agents were dispatched. You waited, fidgeting in your seat as you heard him call out to you.

"Come on... I'm sorry Y/n, I didn't mean to frighten you. Can you open the door?"

He tried to coax you with that voice... That smooth and deep voice that sounded so tired, on the verge of begging you... Wait what-

You shook your head, patting your cheeks lightly because what the hell was that? Such intrusive thoughts are not welcome while your life's in danger!

More screaming and shouting was heard as the agents arrived and you could tell they were much more prepared than the last batch. Gunshots can be heard but another animalistic growl pulled you out of your thoughts. Everything went silent again. You stay rooted on your spot as the only thing that can be heard in the air is your quivering gasps and heavy breathing on the other side of the glass panel.

Is he still there? You thought as you turned off the danger button again. More bodies were piled up on the left corner and surprise surprise, he was still alive, albeit in a rougher shape than previously. He wasn't wearing his milkman hat anymore, letting his brown messy hair show. His uniform was missing three buttons at the top, slightly showing his chest, bowtie was nowhere to be found.

He was still drenched in blood but what stunned you was what he was doing. His form raised and dropped as he inhaled and exhaled heavily, tired hazel eyes staring back at you as his eyebrows scrunched up. His hands pressed together in a pleading manner. Is he actually begging?

"Y/n, let me in... Please?"

[beansprean]

My Familiar’s Ghost part 81

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ID: 1. Wide shot, knees up, of vampire Guillermo and Nandor sitting on the couch in the library in front of the papered-over bay window. Nandor is wearing one of his usual outfits and Guillermo is wearing something new: a dark blue shirt with a pink floral pattern, a dark red sweater vest, brown cuords, and a string of pearls. Both are looking at the viewer and have clipboards in their hands, Guillermo's pen poised and ready on the paper and Nandor gesturing his in the air as he asks, 'So...what makes you the best candidate for our new familiar?'

2. Reverse shot of a single green armchair on a vague brown background. Sitting on it, legs crossed, is a southeast Asian woman in her 30s with shoulder length black hair and countless slash-like scars running up her arms, neck, and face. She is wearing a purple sweater with 3/4 sleeves, black leggings, and combat boots. She grimaces, looking upward, left arm waving vaguely as her right nervously fingers the arm of the chair, and says, 'Well, I survived three years with Gorgo the Murderer...'

3. Repeat, new candidate in the chair: a fat white man in his 30s with close cropped sandy blond hair and unsettling blue eyes, wearing a blue polo and brown chinos. His arms are covered in gorey tattoos depicting blood, buzzsaws, skulls, and fangs, plus one art nouveau portrait and black fang shapes above and below his mouth. He stares directly forward with a fixed grin, hands laced together over his chest, and declares, 'My former mistress always said I had a knack for dismemberment.'

4. Repeat, new candidate in the chair: a fat brown hispanic person in their 20s with hazel eyes, big glasses, and half bleach blonde half dark brown hair in a bowl cut. She is wearing a red flannel open over a TrueBlood tee shirt and jeans, nails painted teal, a silver hoop in each ear. They are leaning forward eagerly, fists clenched and eyes wide, babbling, 'You're the only familiar I've ever heard of who got turned! What's the turnaround for your familiars? Which one of you will turn me?!'

5. Repeat, new candidate in the chair: a small white woman in her 60s with gray-streaked auburn hair wearing a low-cut dark pink top tucked into a plaid knee-length skirt. Her long nails are painted a dark reddish brown to match her lipstick, and she also has on pantyhose and, inexplicably, a diamond ring on her left ring finger. She leans casually against the side of the chair, brown eyes roaming the ceiling, and announces, 'I've had so many masters by now... I'm really just looking for something more long-term...'

6a. Reverse shot back to Guillermo and Nandor on the couch. Nandor leans forward with a suggestive smirk, touching the butt of his pen coyly to his chin, and replies, 'That is good to hear... I trust your age will not prevent you from your duties?' Guillermo glares at him from the corner of his eye, grip shaking on his pen. 6b. Knees up in profile of Nandor and the milf candidate sitting across from each other, leaning forward with suggestive grins. One of her legs stretches forward to rub against his and she touches her chest demurely, replying, 'Honey, I can handle whatever you have for me-' Guillermo leans around Nandor to get between them and interrupts her, loudly shouting 'Next!!' 6c. Zoom in to shoulders up of Nandor, turned toward the viewer to curl his fingers in a wave as the milf leaves offscreen, muttering, 'Uh, well, thank you for your time.' Nandor glances over his shoulder with the smuggest of grins at Guillermo, who is absolutely seething behind him. Guillermo is surrounded by a ragged black aura, frowning as deeply as his boyish face allows, glowing orange eyes burning holes into the back of Nandor's head. /end ID

[the-kr8tor]

I'm doing it! I'm writing a request! :D

(Ik you're suuuuppperrr busy I'm so sorry you can take as long as you want I'm in no rush you're so sweeet and literally a lifesaver cause every time I read your posts, I get infused with the energy of 2 million Suns)

So I was thinking about a oneshot where r is waiting for Hobie to come backstage after one of his performances and this know it all groupie type guy is like, really giving her a hard time and he won't listen to anything she says he just sucks or wtv. Then Hobie comes out like, total golden retriever all giddy and happy to see r and the other guy is just baffled. Dunno it's kinda silly and based off of a post I saw a while back presenting the idea of it.

Thank you for requesting! Sorry for the wait, I hope you still like it ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw food mentions, FLUFF

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As the band closes their last song, the crowd cheers and hollers at them. Hobie, all pumped up and sweaty, bows to the audience. The colourful stage light illuminates his features well, lighting up all of his perfection; from how sweat clings to his cheeks, sliding down to his chiseled clavicle. His piercings shine brightly under the warm light, the cherry red guitar in his ringed hand acts as a beacon to the rowdy crowd. Yuri goads them on, arms riling up the crowd for an encore. Turning the clapping and screaming to thunderous applause and screeches.

You're situated along the side of the stage, and on the other side of the bannister where the crowd is currently starting the largest mosh pit you've ever seen. You crane your neck up to the stage, unintentionally meeting with Hobie's hazel eyes that were already turned towards you.

He confidently winks in your direction, a few people behind you screeches like a wild banshee. They don't know the wink was for you and for you only. You wink back, more bashful than the one he threw at you. It's your little signal, a signal that you and Hobie made when he's about to finish his set so you could wait for him backstage where he always runs towards you with his arms wide, grinning triumphantly and embracing you until you're breathless. You're familiar with his affectionate winks, but that doesn't mean you're used to them. He always catches you off guard with them, loving the way your eyes widen with your hand flying to your chest as if he just jumpscared you. Truthfully, you wouldn't have it any other way.

“Fine,” Hobie reluctantly cuts off your little staring contest with the silent promise of being by your side the moment the band finishes this one song. His lips press on the mic, eyes roaming around the packed stadium. “you lot better be fuckin' ready.” An immediate wave of whistles and yells echo around.

With his guitar riff starting back again, lights turning red and acting as the band's spotlight, you walk towards the event bouncers. Once they see your v.i.p ID they let you through the doors and into backstage.

Passing by the snack table placed by the event organizers, you stumble back to it. You then take an armful of water bottles for the entire band, and then you take a single black and white cookie just for Yuri and her sweet tooth.

Arms full, you wait by the side with the perfect view of the band playing with their whole heart. Hobie jumps on an amplifier and backflips off it. Your heart almost fell into your stomach when you thought he couldn't land on his feet. But of course he did, Hobie practically backflips off the bed every morning (not really he’s a grumpy riser) so it's only natural that he lands on his feet like an experienced gymnast.

Yuri and the others jam together in harmony, Ned belts out while James looks like he wants to crowd surf from the look in his eye. You hope he doesn't, not after what happened last time.

“Cool t-shirt.” A voice suddenly says next to you.

“Thanks.” You glance at the tall stranger while you adjust your hold on the water bottles and cookie.

“It's vintage isn't it? I know from the crude design.” You furrow your brows at the comment, especially that you and the entire band stayed up late to finish an entire sack full of the handmade shirts. “It's from their first album, right?” The man raises a brow, like he's questioning your knowledge.

You flick your eyes down to his own shirt, it's a recent one, definitely better than what you have on but it doesn't share the same amount of sentimentality. “Yeah, I know, I was there.”

“Right.” He scoffs, you take a step away from him, turning your attention back to Hobie, who's still not done with the last song. “Of course you were there.” Your jaw tightens, annoyed at best but you're not willing to leave backstage just because of him. “If you were there, you'd know that the shirt was technically designed for their second album. Not the first.”

You turn your head sharply, “you're right, it was.” Smiling, your eyes tell otherwise. “But it was made for the first album because the band couldn't be arsed to make another design for the second one so the second release of the shirts were in a bigger quantity. Hence the misunderstanding that it was for the second album instead.” You finish off your sentence with a smirk.

“Yeah, sure, lady.” He scoffs, unconvinced. “You probably can't name a single song from that album.” He makes another annoying entitled scoff “As if you were actually there—”

“There's our girl!” Yuri appears behind you while you basically throw daggers at the man with your stare. She clasps your shoulder, nudging you happily. “Ooh, cookie! Thanks, babe!” Yanking the snack from your hand, pecking your cheek, she spares the fan a glance then quickly makes her way to the green room to rest before the meet and greet.

“Where's our cookie?” James pouts, feigning a frown.

“I've got some water for you, Jamesy.” You almost forget about the fan gawking and aweing next to you.

“It's not the same though!” And yet, James still takes the bottle from your hand, patting your shoulder as thanks.

Ned clicks his tongue and shakes his head, following James, he takes his share, walking backwards and still teasing you with a disapproving face. “The sheer favoritism!” To add to his so-called discontent, he slams the doors of the greenroom. You're sure that you even heard a muffled, “give me that fucking cookie!” from him.

Before you come looking for your favourite guitarist, Hobie appears from behind you, arms snaking along your middle to wrap you in his anticipated hug. “How's our number one fan?” You lean back, smiling up at him, not minding how his sweat now sticks to your back. You meet with his eyes as he pecks your temple with a resounding smack of his lips. You can see the adrenaline waning off him in waves as he carefully puts more of his weight on you without making you fall from the increased weight. You find yourself giggling more and more, already forgetting about the intrusion.

“I'm good. Hi.” He expects that reply from you, not from the man across from you. “I'm your biggest fan, Hobie!” Holding up a trembling hand to shake Hobie's hand, you seethe in place.

“Thanks, mate.” Hobie, being polite, shakes his hand. “But if you were the biggest fan, you'd know that this shirt…” he pats your stomach, hand lingering there. “was lovingly made by my girl for the first album.”

He's had his fair share of people like him, he takes their words in stride, but the moment someone does it to you, he'll be sure to fight back. He's convinced that if you weren't interrupted you'd be wiping the floor with the rude fan’s face by proving him wrong. Or literally wiping his face down on the ground if need be.

You grin wider as you see colour drain from the fan's face. “I ordered shawarma for everyone.” You provide the biggest slap to the rude fan by ignoring him. “I hid the biggest portion for you.”

Hobie chuckles into your shoulder before taking your hand and leading you away without another word to the strange fan. “And everyone says Yuri's your favourite.”

[l0vergirlv0mit]

Hiiii! I just wanted to say that I read all of your hazel fics and I love the way you write for her! The way you make her and reader sooo needy for each other is so good 😭 the wife!hazel one really destroyed me emotionally :,)

If it’s not too much trouble, id love to see your interpretation of the “sober gf trying to get drunk gfs makeup off after a party” trope with hazel? I feel like it would fit her (and your writing style) well 🧡

Aww thank you sm pookie!!! I’m so happy you like my writing I literally giggled and kicked my feet reading this ngl. The neediness is my fav part to write 😵‍💫 your requests so polite also literally so sweet 🤭

Contents/warnings: reader is drunk, casual dominance from hazel, undressing.

Hazel carefully walks you to your shared apartment. Shes stone cold sober as the designated driver of the night. One of her hands guiding you on the small the of your back up the other holing your hand. Trying her absolute best to keep you upright while going up the stairs.

“Tonigh… was s’fun b-baby.” You slurred out nearly tripping from taking your attention away from walking. “Sure was honey let’s get you inside alright?” Hazel replied shortly steadying you again.

“O-ok baby” You were drunk, not so drunk to be throwing up but enough to hinder your mood. With no dance floor being drunk wasnt as fun. All you wanted to do was sleep in Hazels arms for the rest of the night.

Hazels quick to open the door, place you inside, and close it again all with her steady hand still on you. Leading you to the bedroom where you promptly flop onto the bed.

“Uh-uh not yet we need to take your make up off and put on pajamas.” Hazel tuts and you groan in response. “Noooo please i jus wanna sleep, come to bed baby, please?” You only got more comfortable in the bed.

“I’ll sleep on the couch if you don’t take your make up off.” Hazel says sternly making you quickly get up and stumble over to the bathroom that’s connected to the bedroom. “Atta girl.” Hazel pats your cheek. You blush at Hazels words a small smile playing on your lips.

She places you so your sitting on the edge of the tub. She quietly gets you skin care products and places them on the counter. She stands over you. “Close your eyes honey.” You listen to her command obediently. She softly wipes your makeup off. “Look up for me.” She gets the remainder off your under eyes.

You open your eyes again and look over her face. “Your s’pretty baby can k-kiss you?” You snake your hands under her shirt to grip her waist trying to pull her just a bit closer. Asking with a pout and craning your neck up. Hazel just snickers in response while wiping the rest of your make up off.

“Stay still please honey. I’ll kiss you when we’re done ok?” Hazel smoothly runs her hand over your cheek. Using her thumb to rub the soft skin. Her eyes are incredibly soft as her only concern is taking care of you. She thought you looked adorable with your heavy tired eyes and a pout on your face.

You huff and nod in agreement. “Alright wash your face I’ll get your pjs mkay.” Hazel asks then leaves you to go get clothes for you. All while having a smile on her face looking through your pjs. She picks out one of her own shirts and your sleep shorts.

You walk back into the bedroom starting to come down from your drunkenness feeling a bit annoyed at still being awake. Dragging your feet Hazel laughs at the sight. “C’mere I’ll help you get undressed. Arms up.” Hazel pulls your shirt off over your head and unclips your bra and you immediately let out a sign of relief. She slips the soft tee shirt over you smiling at your reaction.

It made her feel like she was doing a good job giving her a sense of pride. She unbuttoned your jeans helping you shimmy out of them. You put the on shorts yourself. Hazel kisses your forehead lovingly. “Good job sweetheart get in bed I’ll be out in a second.”

You look at her with sad eyes. “I’ll be just one second ok I promise then we can go to sleep ok.” She says reassuring you. Hazel turned to get her back to you getting quickly undressed and you whistle at her. “Your s’fuckin hot babe.” You said flirtatiously bitting on the tip of your finger. Propped up against the pillows watching her. The sight of Hazels toned back makes your mind wonder.

She shakes her head in awe. “Yeah? Well if your patient maybe you’ll get a reward in the morning can you do that for me baby?” She replies a grin playing on her lips as she looks back at you. You gasp at her. “Yes ma’am!” You exclaimed excitedly.

Hazel tips her head back and laughs. She finished getting dressed and walks into the bathroom, not before giving you once last look and waving at you cutely. You smile tiredly at her she’s so amused by you when you in this state.

Hazel comes back out the bathroom to find you under the covers appearing to be asleep. She carefully gets into the dad only to hear “I’d like my kiss now.” You said demandingly “Of course honey.” She giggles then leans in to kiss you softly.

You both get settled into each other. Hazel holds you to her chest running her fingers through your hair until she felt your body relax completely. Which didn’t take along at all. She kisses your forehead one last time before letting herself fall asleep as well.

(Thank you for reading!😘😘)

[stitchwraith-stingers]

still wildly bizzare for me to see people make all these posts about him and how deep his character is and then turn around to hazel and go "well you see ummm uhh..... her relationships w other arent developed enough so thats why people dont latch on :(" well you cetainly were making alot of headcanons about him a second go

my dumbass, it was actually 3 times in ANW. i forgor about the dev-eleopment episode

[from-the-owls-nest]

Intro

Hi, uh, I'm Noa. Nice to meet you. I'm new in here and my cabinmates said to do this??

(ooc: this is basically a me camp half-blood version to interact with other rp blogs and the fandom beyond my other rp blog @flipflops-n-bones whose character is a toddler as of now.)

I'm 15, usually - when my brain glitches or when I want, it can be anywhere from toddler to teen (ooc: IRL I'm a young adult as far as ID goes!).

I'm nonbinary, aro-ace or something? Generally some kind of confused queer. I use they/them or she/her as pronouns, default is they.

Uhm. I look like the little picture I put - on the smaller side, dark curls, blue eyes, headphones and hoodie.

I like: stories, books, music, stars, rainbows, owls, cats, hugs, hot chocolate, helping people understand things, windy days at the lake... in general I'm more of a quiet and cozy person, but with my friends I can be quite silly!

I don't like: loud noises, spiders, darkness, pain, social issues, thunderstorms and crowds.

I read a lot, and listen to music, and I like doing crafts like crochet, sewing, embroidery... Also I got some experience with medical stuff if you need any volunteers.

As far as weapons go I'm okay, I think? Learning Archery, and before coming here I was already learning some Karate and Kobudo (basically quarterstaff work) which is really fun!

My Godly Parent is Athena. At least an owl appeared over my head when I came here (before I passed out)... So I guess I'm good with thinking and concepts and like noticing stuff, and "putting the pieces together". At least when my brain cooperates.

Update: I can change into an owl and fly!! And with practice I'll be able to change just body parts into their owl versions (hearing, vision, claws, even beak i guess? - not wings though that's not how physics works). Athenas symbol or something.

And my age and bodily appearance can change based on mood / unconsciously or when I want it to, from like small child to teenager. We're not really sure why. If I find out, I'll tell you.

And since I got adopted by Jack I can change into a cat too!!

My mortal family... um. No. No thank you. No. I'll be here year-round, please. I miss my little siblings, but... let's say there's reasons I left.

I'm dealing with some issues body and brain wise - autism, disability, silly brain - but it's usually not too much of a problem. Like, i get dizzy and walking hurts so I'll sometimes use mobility aids like a cane, crutches or a wheelchair. And I'm confused sometimes and have a really bad memory, or talk weirdly, but yea. Just some chaos all around.

Uh. Oh yea. Please don't be weird or mean, this is for fun.

People I know:

Jack @demigod-jack-hearth My adoptive mum, Daughter of Hestia, Champion of a whole bunch of gods, gives great hugs and cookies!

Nico @nico-sees-dead-people Son of Hades, needs some sleep

Will @dr-flipflops Head Medic, Nicos Boyfriend, Son of Apollo, also needs some sleep

Aria @flipflops-n-bones their kid, reminds me of my brother, Daughter of Demeter?, (my other rp blog)

Crescent - @the-eclipse-is-in-me Nicos sister, Daughter of Hades

Quinn - @quinn-is-victory Crescents partner, Child of Nike

Annabeth - @not-annabeth head counselor of my cabin and i guess half sibling?, Daughter of Athena

Percy - @seewead-brian Annabeths Boyfriend, Son of Poseidon

Grover - @proud-tree-hugger a Satyr. also something with Pan?

Bianca - @the-one-who-returned Nicos Sister who died, Daughter of Hades (link broken?)

Thalia - @thalia-grace1248 was a tree?, now a Hunter, Daughter of Zeus

Kayla - @sun-girl-offical Wills sister, archery instructor, Daughter of Apollo

Hazel - @the-gem-girl-from-the-argoii a roman demigod and Nicos halfsister, Daughter of Hades Pluto

Jason - @demi-gods-blonde-superman a roman demigod, Son of Zeus Jupiter

Piper - @theghostsaredancing Daughter of Aphrodite

Frank - @zankfrang23 a roman demigod, Son of Ares Mars, can shapeshift into Animals

Leo and Harley - @mrmcshizzleandh-meister Sons of Hephaestus

Selena - @hexpect-the-worst Daughter of Hekate

Reyna - @praetorofthebestlegion Daughter of Bellona, now a Hunter

Rachel - @rackel-mackerel-dare Mortal, Oracle

Silena - @silena-beauregard-xxx , Daughter of Aphrodite

Connor - @connorstollslays (link broken?), Son of Hermes

Calypso - @calypsoontheisland former immortal

Magnus - @dont-call-me-beantown Annabeths Cousin, Norse, Son of Frey, Healer

Alex - @alexf1erroo Magnus' Partner

Cleo - @cleoreadsbooks from Egypt

Apollo - @no-longer-lester Apollo. God of Poetry, Music, Healing, ...

[cloangi]

Things I like to think about for Keegan

(Huge ass ramble, so be aware of a yapping session 🗣🔥)

Even though we don't know what the Ghosts members' parents look like, I like to think that Keegan looks a lot like his mom

Keegan P. Russ, a man born to a beautiful mother and average ahh dad (/j)

I actually feel like maybe Keegans parents were actually pretty good-looking. Or at least leaned towards being attractive, like seriously take a good look at Keegan and tell me he has bad genetics (he doesn't)

Prob got his facial structure from his dad or sum, however genetics work. But his eyes? Hair color? Definitely his mom. So imagine Keegans mom, a rough image of her, then Keegan standing right next to her. Just 2 pairs of blue eyes staring into your soul.

They look like twins, man 💀

Nah, cause imagine blue-eyed Keegans mama holding baby Keegan himself with eyes that are grayish-bluish (babies can have different colored eyes when they're born. I had gray eyes instead of brown in the beginning in my case) and they're both just...staring.

Okay maybe Keegan got his emotionless stare from his dad, or maybe it's the aftermath of the whole Sand Viper mission he experienced back in his early days (bet ya forget the mf is basically old compared to most of us). I think his mom's eyes may have carried a type of confidence, a type of softness in them (that's why his Keegans dad fell in love with Keegans mother fr /j)

And yeah Keegans dad has brown or hazel eyes lololol. Plus brunette or very dark colored hair. (He and his son do look related, he's not completely the odd one out)

Great, now I wanna hold a baby version of Keegan in my arms 😔 (I feel like he was lowkey a very vocal baby. Always whining and babbling, not crying, just making sounds. Definitely loved his mom a lot more than his dad though)

Can't be too sure about his childhood though. I think maybe he came from a semi-broke family, yeah his parents loved him and each other (maybe Keegan even had some siblings. But he strikes me as an only child due to how quiet and mature he is, an only child like me fr). But yeah, I feel like he had a bit of a rough upbringing in terms of a financial situation. Makes sense as to why he would be in Sand Viper as a barely 15-16 year old highschooler.

Speaking of which, how could Keegan even be 16 at the time of Sand Viper? You have to be at least 17 to even be able to join. Like, for the National Guard, you can join as a junior in high school, but only when you turn 17. So, in a way , it doesn’t make sense as to how Keegan happened to be there at an age below 17.

(maybe he got stuck there and decided to fight with the others cause they weren't able to evacuate him like everyone else or sum, or make him go back to the hospital where all the civilians were. I forgot a good portion of Sand Viper)

(And during this time he maybe met Ajax who was of a proper age to even be there, since he was 17-18 or so)

I know the devs didn't pay too much attention to his birthdate, so it's pretty messed up when someone does actually pay attention to everything and his life timeline 💀

Could it be possible that they accidently messed up his birth date (head)canonically? Like, my mom's birth date is messed up on her drivers license, and I'm pretty sure her ID also has the same thing.

Imagine some guy accidently inputted the wrong date for Keegan in some sorta military database and didn't even realize nor bother to change it 💀

Stupid I know but yeah, the devs fault on that part to mess up his age like that cause you literally CANNOT be on the battle field as a 15-16 year old, especially in the USA since I'm pretty sure child soliders don't exist here anymore.

But yeah, that's pretty much it

Thanks for reading

[starboundpix]

ii. (love is) a greeting

it turns out the shiny metal scarecrow-esque thing is not a scarecrow and is most definitely offended. he's here to stay, though, so there's plenty of time to make up for that first impression.

daycare attendant x reader ✧ 1.8k words farm au, gender neutral reader, reader is a farmer, reader has a pet dog, hints of dca not being treated well in the past

note: a sun-centric part that has somehow grown into nearly 2k words >u< I promise moon will get his time to shine! (heh)

The crowing of your rooster wakes you up, blinking blearily and squinting at the rays of sunlight streaming through your curtains. You slowly sit up, shoulders and arms aching terribly, but you must get going with your day. There are always things to do on a farm.

After changing out of your pajamas, you exit your bedroom, only to nearly trip over Pluto. “Hey!” He whines and whimpers, circling frantically around your legs, barely giving you any room to move. Your eyebrows furrow and you kneel down, letting him put his paws on your legs as you gently grab his head, looking into his mismatched eyes of hazel and blue. 

“What’s wrong, buddy?” His ears are soft as you stroke his head. Pluto slightly relaxes under your touch, but the little noises he makes do not subside. 

Suddenly, he pulls his head back and takes little shuffling steps toward the stairs, eyes watching you all the while. You have owned your dog for many years now and know that Pluto will not act this way without good reason. Something uncomfortable stirs in your gut, but you follow your dog as he leads the way down the stairs to the back door of your house. Pluto’s whines increase in volume as you wrap your hand around the handle so you pause to stroke his head.

Whatever is out there—whatever is making Pluto so worried—better watch out. You know your dog will protect you with all of his might and you will fight tooth and nail to make sure he is safe.

Taking a deep breath, you push open the door–

–and are greeted with brilliant blue eyes and a giant smiling face of gold and yellow.

“New friend! I am pleased to-”

“Oh what the hell?” The words fly out of your mouth in a shriek and you whirl back inside toward the safety of your home, pulling the door shut behind you. 

Over the blood rushing through your ears as your heart pumps furiously in your chest, you hear muttering through the door. “That was quite rude! I don’t think my greeting warrants a response like that.” A pause. Then, “Perhaps that’s not unexpected for people who live in the middle of nowhere.”

Your mouth falls open in outrage. With this cocktail of shock and anger rushing through your veins, you push open the door again, this time stepping completely through to shut it behind you. “I was startled, thank you very much,” you spit out. 

A warm presence presses into your thigh. The reminder of Pluto being by your side is enough to calm your nerves a bit, enough to make you realize that this- this being—a… scarecrow? Your scarecrow!—does have a point. Just the tiniest bit. Taking a deep breath, you shut your eyes and reopen them to look what you once thought was your scarecrow in the eyes.

“Sorry,” you say. “I wasn’t expecting anyone to be at my door, least of all the scarecrow I set up in my garden yesterday.”

The not-a-scarecrow raises his hand to his mouth, which turns round in outrage. “A scarecrow? Scarecrow? I will have you know that we- I am a top of the line farm helper animatronic!”

You blink up at him. “So, um.” You were not prepared for anything like this at all. “So you’re a, uh, robot?”

“A robot?” he screeches, making you wince. The rays around his head shift in agitation. “I am an animatronic. A farm helper animatronic, unit ID 1987!” His teeth show in a smile, though you feel that he is anything but happy.

Hearing those words, you think of the booklet that arrived with his crate. Your aunt must have chosen the sun themed animatronic for you, and he certainly is no mere scarecrow. He’s sentient. He has a personality. A very unique one, at that. He seems a little prickly, although to be fair, you did sort of insult him multiple times in the span of five minutes. Not your best first impression. 

The thought of this animatronic being a new companion around the farm makes you a little excited. It has been a while since someone who could actually communicate with words—not with barks or clucks or bleats—has been on your farm for more than a few hours. Not to mention, this is the first time you’ve encountered such an advanced animatronic.

Slowly, your lips curl up in a smile, a warmth rising to your face the first time since you’ve exited your home. “Got it! Hey, I’m truly sorry about my initial reaction. I mentioned to my aunt in passing that I really needed a scarecrow for my garden, so when I got a package from her, that’s what I thought you were.” Wringing your hands together, your expression turns sheepish. “I probably should’ve read the manual from front to back. I definitely wasn’t expecting someone uh, y’know, alive and at my door today. Your presence was a surprise, but it’ll be nice to have some help around the farm. So anyway,” You share your name, holding your hand out for him to shake. “I’m the owner here. Welcome to Monarch Skies Farm.”

The animatronic’s sky blue eyes break contact with yours and he looks down at your outstretched hand. There was a stiff smile plastered on his face the entire time you were talking, but now his faceplates shift so minutely that you barely catch the slight widening of his eyes. After a long pause, he stretches out a yellow and vine-etched arm, long fingers sliding against your palm. You don’t expect them to be this warm. It takes another moment before those fingers tighten around yours, and suddenly your arm is being pumped up and down with enough force to shake your entire body. Pluto starts barking in protest.

“Lovely to meet you, it’s great to meet you! I’ve never met someone quite like you before. Monarch Skies Farm is a beautiful name and there must be lots to do, oh yes. What should be done first today?” He finally lets go of your hand and pulls back a bit, much to your relief; although his hand was warm and comfortable, he’s still pretty much a stranger to you, and all that metal leaning into your personal space is not the best feeling. It feels like he isn't as peeved as he was before, but the hint of snark in his comments shows that he hasn't forgotten your reaction to him. Holding his hands behind his back, he rocks from heel to toe as he awaits your answer, head tilted to the right.

You settle your hand on Pluto’s head to calm him down. “There’s a lot to do today. But first, do you- uh, do you want me to call you by your ID? It was 1987, right? Or is there another name you go by?”

The animatronic stops moving completely. You blink up at him, watching as he seems to stare beyond you while he thinks, motionless. A long moment later, his faceplate rotates upright so he’s looking directly at you. “Oh, no, not the dreadful ID. It lacks a bit of everything, don’t you think? The little ones called me Sun, and that’s a much brighter name!” He winks at you, one bright blue eye vanishing under a golden eyelid.

Your eyes widen. “You really go by Sun? That’s what I named you when I- well, when I thought you were a scarecrow. All the bright gold and yellow and the rays around your face,”—you gesture at him—“made me think of the sun.” Curious, and also a little desperate to move on to avoid his piercing and unreadable gaze, you ask, “Were the children who called you that from your previous farm? What was the farm like?”

Sun takes a moment to respond. There is a strange tone to his voice when he says, “Yes, the little ones from my previous farm gave me this name. They are such wonderful children!”

“O-okay.” He obviously avoids answering your question about his old farm, but you don’t want to press too hard, especially when you’re just getting to know him. Clapping your hands together, you move on. “I’m not sure how the previous farms you were at did things, but I think I should first show you your room. After that, I can give you a tour of the farm. How does that sound?”

You can’t quite determine what he is thinking from the expression on his face, but Sun gives you a shallow nod so you open the door to your home. “Come on in!” Turning away from him, you enter your home with Pluto walking beside you.

You miss the sight of Sun’s fingers twitching, a stiff smile on his face with blue unblinking eyes, his faceplate rotating a few degrees. He hesitates before finally following your retreating figure into your house.

Sun runs a finger along the top of the dresser in the guest bedroom, revealing a streak of dark brown wood under the layer of dust that had gathered on the surface over time. You were telling the truth; this guest bedroom really has not been used in a while. 

Now this bedroom is his. His!

“This place could use a good cleaning,” he says to himself, rubbing his fingers together so the dust they had picked up floats back onto the dresser. His hands rest on his hips as he turns in a slow circle, taking in the room.

It’s a decent size for a regular human, he thinks. Cozy, with warm earthy colors and extra cushions on the armchair and bed. Small trinkets decorate the dresser and bedside desk in a way that personalizes the space yet is not too cluttered.

Useless. Moon pushes the thought to Sun.

 “W-well,” Sun says, “we may not sleep like a regular human but it can be nice to lay down while charging! At any rate, this is much better than the horse stall.”

Still dirty.

Sun can’t really dispute Moon on that. The urge to find some cleaning supplies and wipe down every surface in this- their room is strong, but Sun remembers that you are waiting to show him around the farm and get started with your tasks for the day. Perhaps he’ll ask you after finishing the tasks, if it isn’t too much of a bother. You’ve proven yourself to be rather nice despite your initial reaction to him at your back door this morning. But-

Be careful.

“Yes, yes, I know. Can’t trust adult humans too easily; they’re not like the children!” Despite saying this, a small spark of hope travels through Sun’s wires against the disapproval he can feel from Moon. He exits his bedroom with a bounce returning to his step, heading to where you wait for him by the front door. 

Perhaps, as Sun sees more of the farm and gets to know you, he and Moon will grow to like Monarch Skies Farm. He tries to squash the doubt that Moon sends his way.

note: and there we go! we've discovered that sun will now be a resident of the farm! as for moon? he remains to be seen. literally. >.< thank you so so much for reading! i'd love to hear your thoughts c:

series masterlist ✧ part one ✧ part three

[equallyshaw]

little lion | Luke hughes au! ↠ when luke and liona meet. - fic. ↠ au Masterlist!

warning: underage drinking. word count: 1.4k+

if her father knew whose highrise she was at, and what she was doing- he'd kill her. no, scratch that. he'd ship her to russia, have her grandmother lock her in the basement and never see the light of day ever again. to be frank, liona didn't even know how she ended up here to be quite honest. her and her group of friends since highschool had been invited to a party in newark at an off campus house and then the next thing she knew they were here, after getting a 'better invite'. her and her best friend rain, stood in the corner waiting for gavin and chris to come back with drinks for them. they saw them emerging from the kitchen, and liona sighed. "i cant believe chris scored an invite to a new jersey devils place!" rain whispered yelled and liona smirked. chris handed her a red solo cup, and gavin gave rain one. chris wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulder, and sipped some of his liquid.

gavin and rain began to talk about whatever was happening at law school, while chris and liona just listened. they had no knowledge or the logistics of their degrees, so they just took in all of it as well as the drama. the two ended up rambling on their own while chris and liona looked at one another, before laughing. "you going to see andrei soon?" chris questioned, and kailey shrugged. "i don't know, my dad wants me to come home to visit and offered the Carolina game but i don't know." she said finishing her cup. "im getting another one." she said raising it a bit, and chris nodded. "if you're not back in 5 minutes, im coming and finding you!" he announced and she nodded with a small smile. she weaved in and out of some people, finding her way to the kitchen. she set her sights on a seltzer that was in the open bowl of ice, and snatched it quickly. "is that the last cherry?" she heard to her right, and she looked through the other ones before turning to the person.

she turned to the right seeing a tall boy, brunette curly hair and hazel eyes. she swallowed before speaking, "uh there's no-no more." she stuttered pulling some hair behind her ear. he nodded, "can you hand me a random one then?" he questioned and she nodded enthusiastically and grabbed him a random one. "thanks-" he waited for her to fill in, "uh liona." she responded holding her hand out, he took it softly "luke." he responded, and they let go of eachother's hand. "do you know dawson?" he questioned and her eyebrows crinkling gave him her answer. "who?" she questioned and he chuckled softly. "my teammate, who are you here with?" he questioned. "you play hockey?" she asked softly and he nodded. oh fuck, she thought. "um im best friends with chris." she said and luke made a face of recognition. "i know who that is, he's pretty cool." he said and she smiled widely. "oh yeah definitely wouldn't have kept him around all these years if he wasn't." she tried to joke but it fell flat. she looked at the ground before both of them tried to speak at the same time, "do you wanna-?" and "im gonna go." the two of them blushed and chuckled softly. "would you wanna go somewhere and talk?" he questioned, and she looked back towards her friend group. "ummm.." she trailed off turning back to look at luke. "we don't have to, was just curious!" he said and she shook her head. "id like that, i just need to go tell my friends." she said pointing behind her. he nodded and followed her back into the living room. "hey guys im gonna go -" chris cut her off by greeting luke, and doing a bro hug with each other. gavin also bro hugged him, with rain and luke getting introduced to one another. "were gonna go talk for a bit, ill let you know when im ready to go?" kailey confirmed, and gavin pushed her playfully while chris just nodded. the two walked off towards the small movie room that dawson had.

_

next thing they knew, it was 2 in the morning and the two of them had been talking for a few hours at this point. then she dropped a bomb on him, "you're dad is the alex ovechkin?" he asked eyes wide and wonder lighting up his face. she nodded softly, "ye-yeah." she said shrugging while looking down at her converse. "oh well, that's really neat! you said your parents are not together right? was the schedule too much and stuff?" he asked and she shook her head, "no uh, once she found out she was pregnant with me..they had already broken up and he ended up fleeing back to europe before getting some sense knocked into him. but they used to fight like cats and dogs, some of my earliest memories typically ended up in a fight. so yeah, they couldn't get along longer than a few hours." she hummed, biting her lip nervously. he nodded, "im sorry kai- i mean liona." he stuttered and the way he said her middle name, was heaven. "y'know nobody has ever called me just kai before...but i liked it." she hummed while her cheeks became even rosier. "kai, huh?" he questioned with a glint in his eye, as he grinned. she nodded, "liona kai ovechkin...a mouthful." she hummed shrugging. "its perfect." he responded. "my dad though just says lion or little lion, because apparently im the forthcoming of him or i guess the second coming..." she trailed off with her eyebrows creasing in deep thought. luke found it all quite adorable.

"lion..lioness... definitely suits you." he mused and she snickered. "well if you'd like i can give you permission to call me kai." she teased and his head cocked to the side a tad bit. the two were sitting next to each other on the couch, knees only a mere inch apart. both of them looked over at one another, and luke was debating if he should do what he wanted to do. and that was kissing her. while liona was telling herself he did not like her, he was just being nice.

luke began to lean in and a his left hand quickly found her chin, pulling her softly closer as he stopped a few inches from it. his gaze had been focused on her pink lips, and now they were gazing in to her brown eyes. almost as if to ask if it was ok. she nodded softly once, and his lips were on hers. his right hand came up to her cheek, as she pulled him in a bit by the neck. but luke being the gentleman that he was (because queen ellen raised him right) he did not go any further. they pulled apart, chests heaving a bit as their foreheads rested against each other's. liona was about to lean in again but he pulled his face away by a few inches, and he could see how much that hurt the girl. she stood up, pulled down her shirt a bit by smoothing it and cleared her throat.

"kai-" he said but she put her hand up, not meeting his gaze yet. she shook her head, "its fine. i totally get it, i don't know what i was thinking there for a second." she paused ruffling up her hair a bit, and looked up at him. "its fine, im not sure any guys would want to be with me anyways. so its fine, luke." she rambled before spinning on her heel, and heading out to find her friends. the group had dissipated just a bit. chris was the first one to recognize her from the small group he was in, and quickly made his way over. once he reached her, he saw tear in her eyes. his face and tone in full protection mode, "what happened?" he asked checking her body for any brusies or cuts. she shook her head, "id just like to leave." she said as her voice cracked. he nodded profusely, wrapping an arm around her back and leading her out of the highrise.

not without luke seeing the whole scene play out, and his heart breaking just a bit as they left with his arm around her.

oh lukey... will be doing a follow up to this (:

please like and reblog if you liked!

tags: @cuttergauthier

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

Klaus: Y’know if Hazel and Cha-Cha had just asked me where Five was instead of all the kidnapping and torture, I probably would’ve just told them?

Diego: Klaus hes our brother, you cant just hand him over to the ene-

Klaus: No no, not in a ‘ask me nicely and I’ll screw over my siblings for you’ way, Diego. Have some faith in me jeez! Just think about it, Five’d been gone what 17? Years and not once did he have people come to the house asking for him

Klaus: Then like 2 days after he shows up theres people at the door? Id have just thought like ‘thank fuck, you must be Fives weird friends from the future, we need your help cause hes acting like a total maniac outside some lab, could you go and sort him out por favor?’

Five: Strangely enough Klaus has a point

Klaus: But their methods made me suspicious of their motives so

[makeyoumine69]

helloo, i had a friend recommend you to me because i wouldn’t shut up about bateman <33 now i think i’ve reread most of your work more than once, it’s oddly comforting 😭

anyways

id love to see you write something with a more insecure flat chested fem reader! i feel like just maybe patrick can be wholesome, in his own lewd little way 🙏

(also maybe using “Dear” as a pet name <33)

even if you don’t do this, i hope your doing well and i look forward to whatever you do in the future! keep up the good work 🫀

Hello, honey! Thank you so much for your support, I think I'm as obsessed with Patrick as you are! :D I hope you like this prompt! *big hugs* 🖤🤞

No matter how hard you tried to hide your insecurities about your breasts, Patrick could read you like an open book.

Frustrated, you sat on his lap and watched his favorite horror movie with him. He would gently stroke your cheek and make you turn your face to glance at him:

"What's wrong, dear?"

"Nothing." You would mumble, looking into his hazel, captivating eyes. 

His lips ticked with deception as he knew you were hiding something from him. Tenderly, Bateman ran his long fingers down your neck, tickling your soft skin a little, your toes curling instantly at his sudden touch.

"Patrick," you gasped quietly as he covered your lips with a soft kiss, his palms slowly cupping your small breasts, but you stopped him decisively and moved his hands away. "Please, don't -"

"Why? They're gorgeous, baby," he groped your tits again, more sensibly this time, causing you to bite your lower lip as his digits outlined the shape of your small tips. "I want to taste them. Will you let me taste them, sweetheart?"

Panting, you just nodded in response before throwing your head back as his hot lips found their way to your clavicle. Damn, his arms were so strong while his palms were so big, covering your boobs so easily, you didn't have a chance to resist. Leisurely, Patrick took off your shirt. Then he planted a wet kiss on the hollow between your breasts, making you instinctively hug his neck to hold him closer.

"A-a-aw! Patrick," you squirmed around his knees, dipping your fingers into his brown hair. "Do you think I need breast implants?"

Bateman suddenly stopped, gave you a deadly stare, and then pulled your bra down rather roughly, tugging on both of your nipples with undisguised crave.

"Mm-hhm, oh my Gosh!" With a loud moan, you clung to his broad shoulders as you searched for support, your body already sinking into an ocean of pure bliss.

"So delicious," Patrick purred against your sensitive skin as he sealed his plump lips around your taut little tip, swirling his tongue around it, savoring every little sound that erupted from your rapidly rising chest. "Such a perfect girl."

Embarrassed, you hid your face in the crook of his neck, his sensual ministrations setting you completely on fire, to the point where you were afraid of soaking his pants.

"Darling, don't hide from me, I want you to watch me play with these beautiful tits." He growled in a raspy voice, and its vibration sent tingles through your lower abdomen.

"Patrick!" You mewled as you looked down at him, his dark eyes alluring you, and you melted at the way his mouth devoured your engorged nipples as he took both of them at once.

You lost it irrevocably as you felt his white, sharp teeth nipping at your taut peak. There was even something animalistic about the way he did it, but that only added fuel to the flame, because now you didn't have any thoughts about your imperfection.

With him, nothing could stop you from falling into the abyss of pure passion and love.

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[2024-grimoire-challenge]

November Week 4 - Turning Magic Back

This week is all about magical defense as well as magical offense. Reflecting, negating, nullifying, diluting, whatever words and methods you’d like to refer to, in order to take magic or energy sent toward you and defeat it or send it back. Let’s dive in.

Monday - Breaking Curses

Research/ new page - we looked at what curses were before and you probably found some info on how to break them. But now we’re going to focus on that topic. What are some methods to break curses on you or others? What items/ tools are required to break curses? What kinds of energies and strengths and weaknesses are involved in breaking curses? Look at history, are there any historical instances of breaking curses? Generational or otherwise? Learn as much as possible!

Research/ New Page - Gem study - pick another gem from your list and learn everything you can about it! Where it comes from? It’s history, it’s chemical makeup, how it is mined, what it is used for, any myths or legends surrounding it! Everything!

Tuesday - Reversing Spells

Research/ New Page - how does one reverse a spell they have cast? How does one reverse a spell cast by another? What are the methods and tools to do so? When and where can you do so? Why do you reverse spells that either you have cast or someone else has? Look as deep into this as you can!

Research/ New Page - herbal study - pick another herb from your list and learn everything you can about it! Magical, mundane, medicinal, culinary and practical uses and associations! History and chemical makeup! Everything!

Wednesday - Breaking / Undoing Spells

Research/ New Page - sometimes reversing isn’t necessary. Sometimes we have to break it, or undo it. How does one do this? What tools and methods are there for doing so? When where and why does one do this as opposed to reversing one? And what is the difference (if there is one, in your opinion and point of view). Learn as much as you can!

Practical/ Journal - if there is a piece of magic or spell you’ve done in the past that you feel is still working, but it doesn’t need to be, why not try undoing it? Work out the process and tools in your lab notebook, down to the details of the day, then journal the experience so you can look back and reflect on your method and your feelings surrounding this prompt!

Thursday - Hot Takes

Ask any three witches the same question and get four different answers. What are some witchy hot takes you’re aware of? (There are plenty here on tumblr, search the tag lol) are there some you weren’t aware of? Make a list of these hot takes, then on a separate sheet of paper or in your lab notebook or your journal, work through each one and flesh out your stance on the hot takes. It’s a practice in self knowledge and introspection that may help you better understand your craft and yourself!

Friday - Catch Up Day/ Rest Day

Utilize today to catch up on any prompts or workings or grumpier detailing you’d like to! Hydrate, eat, take your meds and rest!

Only one month left till the end of the challenge! I’ll be sharing some images of my (once again) redone grimoire. The fancy one id been working on for the past five years got lost then damaged in my recent move. So I’ve had the fun of working through a lot of these prompts with you all! Thank you again for your support for this page!

-Mod Hazel

[nickeverdeen]

hi!!! can i please request a hunger games/ballad of songbirds and snakes matchup? i’m bisexual & use she/her pronouns :)

for my personality, id say im pretty bubbly and excitable. i’m an isfj & cancer, & i try to look on the bright side and try to listen to/help when they’re sad. im very affectionate with the people im close to, and i tend to cling onto my friends arms and hug them a lot. i love anything soft or cute, especially animals!! im kinda scared of bugs though, but i still always try to take them outside. i get distracted pretty easily, and have a hard time dealing with change. i tend to be a bit bossy and unreasonable when it comes to something i’m interested in. plus i get really moody and irrational sometimes when it comes to something i want (im very stubborn lol). i also really like going for walks, shopping, yoga, baking (even though i’m dreadfully awful at it), and reading. i like complimenting strangers, and i try to see the best in everything & everyone! though i can’t really tolerate it if somebody is overly cruel or rude to the people i care about. i have a very “do no harm, take no shit” mentality :)

for my appearance, im 5’1 & have fairly long light brown hair. my eyes are hazel, im fairly pale with a few freckles sitting across my face, & my cheeks are perpetually rosy andjfjjek. my style is usually pretty soft & girly, & i really like dressing up even if i’m not going anywhere. i also really like to do makeup, both on myself and others. also since i’m on the shorter side, i like to wear platform shoes since being tall makes me feel cool!

thank you!! have a nice day <3

Your The Hunger Games match is…

Finnick Odair

Finnick would absolutely adore your affectionate nature

He would find your tendency to cling to his arm or give him frequent hugs endearing and reassuring

Given your love for animals, Finnick might introduce you to sea creatures he’s familiar with from District 4

He'd love seeing your eyes light up at the sight of dolphins or seals

Finnick would be fascinated by your gentle and bubbly personality, often saying that it’s your kindness and optimism that are truly disarming

He’d love to see you in your soft, girly outfits, always complimenting you on how cute and put-together you look

Finnick would take you on long, romantic walks along the beach, holding your hand and talking about life, love, and everything in between

Finnick would tease you in a loving way about your fear of bugs, but he’d always be there to save you from them

While you have a "do no harm, take no shit" mentality, Finnick would be fiercely protective of you, especially if anyone was rude or cruel towards you or your loved ones

You two would have playful competitions in swimming, with Finnick always giving you a head start and pretending to struggle just to make you laugh

Even though you’re not the best at baking, Finnick would enjoy cooking with you

The kitchen would always be filled with laughter and playful food fights

Finnick would be incredibly supportive during your moody or stubborn moments, knowing exactly how to soothe you with gentle words or a comforting embrace

Finnick would initiate “compliment battles” with you, where you both try to out-compliment each other

He’d often win, but you’d never mind

Finnick would surprise you with ocean-themed gifts—like seashell jewelry or a bottle of sand from his favorite beach in District 4

He’d occasionally write you short poems or love notes, leaving them for you to find in unexpected places like your handbag or on your pillow

Finnick would appreciate your ability to see the best in everyone and would often seek your perspective on people, finding comfort in your bright outlook on life

Your The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes match is…

Sejanus Plinth

Sejanus would deeply appreciate your ability to listen and offer comfort. He’d often turn to you for solace when he’s feeling down or conflicted.

Given your love for reading, Sejanus would love spending quiet evenings reading with you

He’d enjoy going on morning walks with you, often in the Capitol’s parks, where you both can talk while enjoying the fresh air

Sejanus would find your affectionate nature incredibly soothing, and he’d reciprocate with gentle touches, hand-holding, and hugs whenever you need them

Even though you’re not the best at baking, Sejanus would find joy in trying to bake with you, laughing together at your collective mishaps and the delicious mess you create

Sejanus would be fascinated by your style and would encourage you to explore Capitol fashion, perhaps even helping you create extravagant looks just for fun

Your shared intolerance for cruelty would make you both a strong duo in standing up for what’s right

Sejanus would love your compassion for all creatures, including your attempts to save bugs

He’d often help you relocate them outside, finding it adorable

Sejanus would be incredibly patient with your moods, offering a calm presence and understanding whenever you’re feeling irrational or stubborn

He’d enjoy going shopping with you, not just for the fun of it, but because he enjoys seeing how happy it makes you to find the perfect outfit or accessory

Sejanus would love making you laugh, often telling you silly jokes or recounting funny stories from his childhood

Your presence would encourage Sejanus to embrace change and to look on the bright side, helping him grow as a person and become more optimistic

Sejanus would cherish soft, cozy evenings in with you, where you both can relax, talk about your day, and simply enjoy each other’s company without any distractions

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Hello, wanted to say I read and loved the demo. Very well done. I just had a few questions, would love to know what Twine Template you use, especially at the beginning. Where you have the character creator, I love that the box around your selection changes to say/match what you chose. Such as depending on what skin color I choose it changes to signify that. Would love to know if you would share how you did that. I look forward to future updates! Best of luck.

Thank you! 🤍

I'm using the default template for SugarCube, if I remember correctly. Glad that you liked the box effect, it was my solution to reducing the number of passages whilst still allowing the validation of user input in character creation.

I did it through a combination of HTML tags and SugarCube native macros. Technical stuff under the cut:

Here is an example for eye color:

<fieldset class="charbox"><legend id="chareyes" class="chartxt">$p.appearance.eyes</legend> <div class="charoptions">Your eyes are: <<link "hazel">><<set $p.appearance.eyes to "hazel">><<replace "#chareyes">>$p.appearance.eyes<</replace>><</link>> <<link "brown">><<set $p.appearance.eyes to "brown">><<replace "#chareyes">>$p.appearance.eyes<</replace>><</link>> [rest of the options removed for brevity]</div> </fieldset>

The fieldset and the legend HTML tags together form a single box, a so-called legend, which I declare per attribute such as name, skin color, etc. You need a fieldset to make legend work iirc, but legend is where that text is displayed and it is positioned on the box frame by default. Important here is to give a unique ID to the legend tag ("chareyes" in this case), as we are interested in manipulating the text shown in it depending on our box.

In the sample above, the options I present for the eye color are listed within the Twine <<link>> tags. For these links there is no target passage to go to. Instead, you can see it is coded to do two things upon clicking the respective option. One, setting a game variable to the selected color.

<<set $p.appearance.eyes to "brown">>

Two, triggering a replace command to change the value shown in the legend to the description of the selected eye color according to the variable we have set in the same line. This is the bit you are asking about:

<<replace "#chareyes">>$p.appearance.eyes<</replace>>

Replace triggers without changing passages, so this way you can adjust multiple variables on a single "page". You'd obviously need to adjust the corresponding CSS classes to make it look the desired way, but the mechanics are serviced with just this idea above.

Hope this helps!