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[glimmer-the-glim3r1ng-mirror]

” god dammit- “

“ is this shit even working? “

“ god if anyone can hear me please tell me , im gonna end up breaking this stupid fucking phone if it dosent work- “

[mrtequilasunset]

Tumblr really did not want to let me upload this file. Anyways. Phys Skills!

in case you haven't seen the other designs they're here: [Psyche] [Motorics (currently redesigning)]

[drenched-in-sunlight]

people bending over backwards to scream Marika never loved Messmer when he alone has more blessings personally bestowed by her than any other demigods combined are so funny to me. also the fact that it's implied he used to live in Leyndell too 😂😂

also she killed an entire god herself and made sure said God is called all manner of names and depict as ugly forever. for him 😂😂

[xofeno]

JESSE LEE SOFFER +opening credits FBI: International / Season 4, Episodes 1-3

[hey-cringelord]

im literallu fuckign cryiing

[hqbits]

boone adn my courier Kennedy.,,,,

[twistedthings]

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔: m/f/anyone 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙: brody's out here looking for any reason to start fighting people 🤷 but y/m break's it up. it's pretty vague so feel free to assume stuff or hmu to plot if you'd like. 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓:  ex/old fling, friend/fwb, bf/gf/so, person he's fighting or the person breaking up the fight, whatever works~

Always ready to fight Brody shifted his feet subconsciously into a more defendable position as the man he'd started shit with moved to shove against his muscular chest, sending him only a step back. Without missing so much as a beat Brody shoved the other back, a few choice words leaving his lips as he cussed the other out. "Don't fucking push me man, I'll knock you the fuck out," he warned hotly, blue eyes fierce as a smaller body moved between him and the other guy, seemingly to end their flight before it had truly started. He shifted on his feet, movements easy and experienced with a fight, hands clenching and unclenching as they hung at his sides.

[keremdogulu]

FOR: @mobscene-starters EVENT: The Camp Out, 24' WHERE: Main Tent. Music.

"Fuckin' hell," Kerem panted, hands planted on his thighs. "I cannot remember the last time I fucking danced that muc-- fuck off, no. Dude, I fucking loveeee this song."

[benjaminvox]

FOR: @mobscene-starters EVENT: The Camp Out, 24' WHERE: Main Bar. Post initiation.

Not only was Melissa in a better mood for knowing her tent was among her more refine tasted, it'd unfortunately, been soured just as quickly when she'd spotted who her partner was: and while Benjamin couldn't pretend he'd been ecstatic when he'd found of whom he would room with -- it was better than the likes of the Italians.

Of whom, he hoped to never see again. Especially Giordana. It was sickening, the way he had a cane with him at all lines, tucked away so he could pretend at times that it didn't ache and groan with every passing hour that he was stood on it. And yet, in typical Benjamin fashion, he persevered: because, deep down, he knew Melissa was close by, undoubtedly watching him.

The perk, gratefully, was the free alcohol he'd been given with his new found status for the weekend. Was it possible that Giordana would find him, choke him out and take him room for the night? Maybe, if his room mate hadn't been Roman fucking Baranovsky. He grunted, downing the remainder of his drink, and turning to the bar.

"Can I get another please?" it was the presence to his life, though, that had him side-eyeing as his glass was quickly replaced. "So, what? Poor tent means..." he paused to sip his drink. "You wanna be my friend now?"

[twistiraki]

Untill playtime do us part

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Cheka's high-pitched voice rang through the room, begging Leona to play with him. Leona's eyes narrowed in annoyance as he lounged on bed, not even bothering to look down at him.

"Unca Leona, come on! Let's play!" Cheka pleaded, tugging at Leona's arm.

Leona let out an exasperated sigh. "Cheka, I've already told you, I don't want to play right now. Why don't you go bother someone else?" he said, closing his eyes and leaning back on the couch.

"But I wanna play with you!" Cheka whined, pouting his lip.

"I'm busy, Cheka. Go play with someone else," Leona grumbled, not wanting to be bothered with the young boy's antics.

But just as Cheka's bottom lip began to tremble, Y/N walked into the room. Leona's demeanor changed slightly, a small smirk appearing on his lips.

Leona smirked at Y/n. "Ah, Your timing couldn't be more perfect," he said, teasingly.

Y/N rolled their eyes, used to Leona's antics by now. "Have you been avoiding Cheka again?" they asked, sitting down next to him.

Leona let out a long sigh. "He just never gives up. I can't even take a nap without him bothering me," he grumbled.

Y/N chuckled. "Well, you are his favorite uncle," they pointed out.

Leona grunted in response, not really in the mood to argue. "Anyway, I was hoping you could watch him for a bit. I really need to catch up on some sleep," he said, practically shoving Cheka towards Y/N.

Y/N sighed but nodded. "Sure, I'll keep an eye on him," they agreed, standing up from the couch.

Cheka's face lit up at  Y/N. “Y/N! Let's play together!" he exclaimed, tugging at their hand.

Y/N chuckled softly and nodded, taking Cheka's hand and leading him off to play.

Leona watched as Cheka and Y/n disappeared out of the room before settling back into the couch. He lets out a sigh of relief, finally able to relax without the young boy pestering him. 

A while later, Cheka burst back into the room, excitement written all over his face. "Unca Leona, come play with us!" he begged, tugging on Leona's arm.

Leona let out an annoyed sigh, but before he could refuse, Y/N interjected. "Come on, Leona. It won't hurt to play a little." Y/N said with a smile. “Actually, we were just about to play, but Cheka was certain we needed you too." they asked, gesturing towards the pile of items on their hands.

Cheka's eyes lit up. "Yes, yes, yes!" he exclaimed, running towards Y/n.

Leona rolled his eyes, but he begrudgingly got up from the couch. "Alright, herbivore. I'll play with you guys." he said, getting up and following Cheka and Y/N to where they were playing.

Leona hated that his nap had been interrupted, but he couldn't help but feel a little grateful to Y/N for taking some of the pressure off of him. As they all started playing together, Leona found himself watching Y/N more than playing. He loved the way they smiled and laughed, and the way their eyes lit up with excitement.

As the game progressed, Cheka suddenly announced that they were going to play wedding. "Leona and Y/N are getting married!" he declared, holding up two dolls.

Leona's face turned a little red at the mention of marriage, especially with Y/N. He tried to brush it off ,but felt a little embarrassed as Cheka placed a makeshift veil over Y/n's head. He tried to hide his smile by pretending to look annoyed, but he couldn't resist the small smirk that tugged at the corners of his lips.

Y/n, on the other hand, felt a deep blush creeping up their neck. They had never expected to be in this kind of situation with Leona, especially not in front of Cheka.

Cheka continued to drag Leona and Y/N along with his wedding charade, not realizing the effect it was having on the two of them. Y/N and Leona were getting increasingly embarrassed as the game progressed, but Cheka was too stubborn to give up.

"Come on, Unca Leona, you have to kiss the bride now!" Cheka declared with a wide grin on his face, holding a small bouquet of flowers in his tiny hands.

Leona's smug expression wavered for a moment as he looked at Y/N. He had feelings for them . "I won't bite, herbivore," he teased, leaning down to give Y/N a quick peck on the cheek.

Y/N blushed furiously at the gesture, and Cheka clapped his hands in delight. "See, Unca Leona likes the bride!" he exclaimed.

Leona rolled his eyes, trying to regain his composure. He was about to protest further when Cheka suddenly turned to him with a serious expression. "Unca Leona, do you love Y/N?"

Leona felt his cheeks flush at the question. He wasn't expecting Cheka to be so blunt. "That's none of your business, kid," he replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

Cheka, however, was not deterred. "I think you do love them," he said with conviction. "And I think Y/N loves you too."

"What do you mean, Cheka?" Leona asked, trying to hide the panic in his voice.

Cheka nodded earnestly. "You look at Y/N just like how daddy  looks at mommy. And you talk a lot about Y/N at home. They are your special person, aren't they?" Cheka said, his eyes wide with excitement.

Leona felt his heart skip a beat at the words. He had been trying to keep his feelings for Y/N a secret, but now he was starting to wonder if they felt the same way. He turned to Y/N, who was also blushing, and felt a smirk forming on his lips.

"Looks like the kid's got it all figured out," he said, his voice low and smug. "Maybe we should make this wedding official after all."

Y/N looked up at him with a mixture of surprise and affection, and Leona couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth in his chest. Maybe it was time to stop pretending and finally tell them how he felt.

"You know what, Cheka?" he said, pulling Y/N closer. "I think you might be onto something. Let's make this wedding real." And with that, he leaned in to give Y/N a real kiss, finally confessing his feelings for them.

As he pulled back, he caught Y/N's eye, and something in the way they were looking at him made his heart skip a beat.

"Actually," he whispers in Y/n’s ear, his voice low and smug. "I might just have to take a bite out of you after all."

[unfortunate-daughter-of-hestia]

Open starter

except im hot and tired so im too lazy to make it look or even sound like im a sane person.

It is 3 IN THE FUCKING MORNING. And because clearly Willow thinks things through (she doesnt), you now have a fox laying on you, and staring up at you.

She swats at you and looks at you piteously.

Taglist (feel my pain) 𓏏𓏏ᴗᴗ)

@demigod-jack-hearth

@you-cant-save-us

@hispanic-child-of-hermes

(feel free to ask to be on it ...)

[blcssom]

open to: f/m/nb ft. jagger conolly (he/him) plot: enemies w/ benefits but jagger has been obsessed w/ your muse from the get and has never r e a l l y considered them an enemy he just likes playing along bc they're cute when they're being mean to him :' )

he watched with a toothy grin stretched across his features as they stormed through the apartment looking for their discarded clothing, expletives murmured beneath their breath. "you alright over there? i thought you said you'd be gone, like, an hour ago?" that had been before they fell back into bed together, of course: his favorite stalling tactic. "if you wanna hang out, you just have to ask nicely, y'know."

[brckensociety]

{ open to m/f/nb {selective with f) | based on the first bullet | please read rules before interacting. | note: doesn't have to be scream related. }

april knew going out the night before meeting her best friend's new partner wasn't the smartest idea but when an opportunity came up she was quick to take it. of course, that led to her showing up to the lunch with a raging hangover, trying not to think about the hookup she had because she'd woken up beside them and snuck out in the early hours. the blonde was at least excited to get some food in her system. she'd already ordered a coffee as she waited for the couple to arrive and when she spotted her best friend she almost passed out when she saw the person connected at the arm with her. shit, she thought to herself realising she might've just spent the night with her friend's new partner. she tried to shake off her look of panic as they got closer, forcing a smile as she greeted her friend and offered her hand to the other, "hi, i'm april, it's lovely to meet you."

[irasceris]

Qetsiyah lingers near the foyer, watching, waiting, hoping for a bloodier turn of events. She's made one narrow escape already, slipping out of a conversation about sports or homework or whatever other stupid topic these drunken gremlins want to go on about, and her patience is starting to wear thin. Someone at this party has to have some intel worth her while. Isn't that the thing with small towns? Everyone has their share of dirt? A good time to find out, she thinks. She meets the eye of the first stranger she sees, nodding them over toward her corner of the room. "So," she begins, plastering on a weak look of interest, "How do you know the birthday girl?"

[clownkissersinternational]

more hrab please 🙏? <3

What a weird fish….

[twistedthings]

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔: m/f/anyone 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙: y/m & Brody have been sleeping together in secret (maybe bc their friends/family would disapprove or something) & although they both promised not to let things get serious, it didn't take Brody long to catch feelings & his jealous tendencies are rearing their ugly head while they're both out with friends at a large party & someone flirts/hits on y/m. whether or not y/m was trying to make him jealous is up to you. hmu if you’d like to plot more! 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: fwb, best friends younger sibling, ex/old flame, bosses spouse or child, idk whatever works~

"You can't just expect me to sit back while some other man has his hands all over you," Brody said in a low and almost growled tone, blue eyes fierce as they fixed the other with a glare, his one hand moving out to gesture towards the party just on the other side of the door he'd closed only a few seconds ago. He'd dragged the other away as discreetly as he could while his blood boiled. It was obvious he was angry, not entirely at the other but certainly at the fact he was fucking jealous.

He pressed a step closer to them, wanting nothing more than to put his own hands on them, catch their mouth with his in some act of possessive hunger that thrummed through his veins just as strongly as the jealousy someone else got to touch them in public and he couldn't. A heated breath left his parted lips as he dropped his hand back to his side, flexing his fingers before he swept in closer to the other, their scent filling his senses calming him a little. "-- that prick is lucky I didn't break his fucking jaw." He added in a quieter voice than before but no less low. They both were lucky Brody had control of his anger and jealousy this time around or else that other man would have been on the floor, bloodied and broken from Brody's violent jealousy.