#it would have crushed her then yes

[littlemoondarling]

Laying in bed and crying at 1 am because I realised yet again just how much of a lost cause I really am

[demaparbat-hp]

She will (and he'll let her)

[tategaminu]

Ugh after S7 the way Claudia treats Callum in S2 gets creepier and weirder

[junglejim4322]

I literally don’t even remember doing this I got told years later that I did it but when I was 14 I asked someone if she had a crush on me and she said yes and then asked me if I liked her back and I said “you know the answer to that”. What kind of baby jigsaw mind games

[kastalani123]

Consider:

Leo Valdez was not born. Instead, two pairs of hands form him from bronze and steel and gold. His hair is copper wires so thin they bounce like natural curls, and his eyes glimmer with silver flakes. The joints of his body are plated so delicately, so perfectly, the segments are near indiscernible, smoothly gliding over each other. Faint traces of fingerprints and flecks of impurity are deliberately left behind for their uniqueness, a form of impossible signature of his creators.

Most importantly, gilded bars curl around each other in his chest, protecting the red-red-red flame that pushes his eyes open everyday, that beats in tune with his thoughts, that heats his body to expand and grow.

A metal child is not so different from a human one, and yet is so far from it at the same time. He is curious, about the world, about himself, and he picks apart toys and TV remotes and his arms, spilling their secrets before his constantly shifting eyes. He does not cry from fatigue or thirst or hunger, but a bump, a dent, a scratch never fail to draw tears. He splashes in the rain and snow, carefully bundled in waterproof coats and jackets, and runs from baths like he's possessed, fire flickering in fear.

The first time he meets someone like him, an endeavour he had long thought hopeless, it is a malfunctioning dragon others call for the death of; he is too unpredictable, too dangerous, too broken. Leo looks him in ever-shifting eyes glimmering with silver and sees himself if the cage in his chest ever bends, cracks, shatters, if the gears beneath his skin ever jam and stick and wear down irreversibly.

It is not golden flowers and godly aid that preserve him; just as he'd done for his twin-in-all-but-appearance, he creates a new body, with new fingerprints and impurities mapping his design. His hair is more bronze than copper, now, and his eyes more gold than brass. The plates of his joints scrape against each other faintly, and the gears of his bones grind together uncomfortably — he only had so much time, so much material to use, he could not polish every element of himself in the way he wished, but it holds together.

Most importantly, he reinforces the cage in his chest, coats it in layers upon layers of metal, to ensure his flame will not go out in the explosion, that Festus will be able to salvage it and lay it gently in the chest cavity carefully carved in his new body, bringing it to life.

He returns to Camp, movements more clunky and mechanical than should be, and his siblings finally pin down his segmented limbs, his shifting eyes, his clicking fidgeting. They are ecstatic, just as fascinated with him as they had been with Festus, and he lets them. He lets them take him apart, piece by piece, clean out the sand of Ogygia from his organs, polish and oil his gears until they glide against each other, press new fingerprints, new signatures of belonging, against his skin.

Most importantly, they craft him a secure, intricate cage, with golden flames licking up the bars, with delicate chains shielding it from the elements, and his flame settles inside it, flickering happily, finally truly, truly comfortable in the cage of his body.

Leo Valdez may not have been born, but he was crafted with the most loving hands imaginable, and is that not so much better, for a son of the Craftsman?

[greencloakedfae]

its a bit of a crime we didnt get charles and polly interacting tbh. i think they would think eachother lowkey weird to start with but ultimately would find it endearing

[edwinisms]

I know how it sounds at first, but I really gotta feel bad for the boys that sacrificed edwin; I mean even the term “sacrificed edwin” paints them in a more sinister light than they really deserve– considering that wasn’t really, actually their intention.

they were bullies, they were homophobic (and/or were self loathing gay boys themselves taking it out on edwin, or were equally likely peer pressured into acting a certain way), they planned something stupid and mean to do to an innocent, anxious boy with the goal of scaring the shit out of him, all because he was effeminate and an easy target. but they didn’t know or expect any of the ritual stuff to be real. they were all laughing and joking during the ritual because it was just that to them– a joke. a cruel joke, but a joke.

teenagers can be mean and stupid and they usually regret it as adults and grow out of it / grow from it. they were stifled the chance to grow out of it, at least while alive. none of those boys deserved to be instakilled and sent to hell; they’re really not that much less deserving than edwin himself. they were all just kids, after all.

[mythos321]

So I’ve been trying to think up a Mud Kingdom story where The DoD actually have a story in the Mud Kingdom, and here’s what I have as a rough idea for it

-So the au starts with Glory instead running away in Book One with no warning, and Clay having the whole Cattail situation on his own, and soon after with his already terrible day comes something even worse after Tsunami is suddenly hit by a large boulder, knocking Tsunami out and heavily injuring her in the process

the one who threw this boulder is revealed to be Queen Moorhen, who has found the DoD and plans to capture them after the incident in the Skywings arena. Clay however pleads to her to just take him despite Sunnys protest, and Moorhen agrees after working out a deal with Clay to help end the war, since unlike her allies, Moorhen isn’t keen on child murder

-Said deal is Clay to marry her youngest daughter and at the wedding announcing that Burn would be the choice of the DoD, with Moorhen promising that nothing bad will come of the other DoD and she will make sure they live free afterwards

-Clay however finds that Moorhens children are self indulgent monsters, with The Bigwings of them, Princess Autumn, being the worst of them all, and the most prolific antagonist in the story(Queen Moorhen is technically the main antagonist, but is much more passive and has few scenes, all of which involve her and Clay sort of bonding with it culminating in her letting them go after Clay promises to solve the war for the sake of all the mudwings, even the bad ones)

-The next worst and second most prolific of them being Breccia, Clays fiance and Moorhens youngest daughter, who despite her demure and pretty demeanor, consistently shows it to be a facade to get more of what she wants, with her often trying to get far to close to Clay despite his protests, and rarely caring for what he has to say

-Most of the story revolves around Clay trying to at first trying to accept his situation, then deciding to try and find a way out after heavy escalation, in part caused by Autumns callousness and envy towards Clay as he appears to do certain things better than her or her sibs, as well as Breccias impatience and desire. This often leads to Clay putting himself in his room to stay away from all of them, with them at times trying to force their way in

-Glory also serves as a secondary protagonist, trying to get Clay outta there and away from them, hiding her identity however out of guilt for leaving him and the others. near the end of the story she gets captured after a failed assassination attempt on Autumns after Autumn after growing too impatient laid out plans to kill the DoD and force Clay to know his place

-Tsunami meanwhile is out of it for the first half of the story due to Moorhen literally throwing a gigantic boulder at her. With her, Sunny, and soonafter Starflight after he rejoins staying with a local Mudwing troupe(later revealed to have been a spy for Moorhen, who decides to let them go due to seeing how they all are as people and wishing to help them)

when Tsunami gets up and learns what happened however, she immediately tries to get to where Clay is to rescue him despite still being pretty injured, because she knows Clay doesn’t deserve to be forced to do something for them

-In the end the story culminates with Clay getting Glory out after she was captured by blowing a hole in the palaces prison, and then challenging Autumn to a fight to let him and the others go, which he wins surprisingly quickly.

Before they fully leave however, Breccia attempts to confront Clay while he prepares to leave with the DoD, claiming he’s an ungrateful miscreant and an idiot for not marrying her, which he ignores. When she tries to put her talons on him however, Tsunami and Sunny smacks her dozens of feet away with their tails

After that he then would have his conversation with Queen Moorhen after she finds them, and Clay makes a promise to end the war for everyone ASAP, with Moorhen deciding to let them go, and the DoD are now on their way to the Sea Kingdom in time for Book 2

feel free to suggest ideas for it!

[softquietsteadylove]

Second prompt is a lil crazier but I can’t stop thinkin about it: what about a flash forward to older Heracles! He’s a big strong warrior now and an even bigger mama’s boy, respects his pops and somehow they end up in trouble so of COURSE he has to help them! He owes them everything! idk just a thought, do with that what you will and I’m excited to read it! Thank you <3

"Everyone, get back!"

The days of war in Athens had finally calmed, but now Deviants were more common than ever. Where they had been all this time was a mystery, but the attacks were now a daily occurrence.

"Off the battlefield!" Thena ordered as she swung first her spear and then her sword. The Deviant reared back after getting sliced through its eye. She turned. "Now!"

Heracles offered a grin, as if that would soften his defiance of her. "But the people need help!"

Heracles had grown from a mischievous human child into a man fit to be named a demigod by the people. Born a human but raised by the gods, Athenians would say. He was of towering stature now, hair golden and noble of character. He had a fine weapon, forged by the hands of the Great Champion himself.

Although it was said he could often be seen in town walking alongside an old mutt with a wooden children's toy hanging from his belt.

Thena huffed, turning her attention back to the battle at hand. "It was not up for discussion."

Thena circled the beast. It was massive, like the Bull back in Babylon. It was shaped like a cavalry horse, if massive. Perhaps the story of the Trojan horse would become muddled with this as time went on. "Up!"

Gilgamesh, as if apparating from thin air, appeared at her side and grasped her waist. He even made a full turn, using his strength and velocity to throw the Goddess of War into the air. He put his hand up to his eyes to shield them from the sun, admiring her like a shooting star. "Wow."

Even with Gilgamesh's help, she landed just above the creature's haunches. She closed both palms and dug her swords both into its wiry musculature. It reared up in pain, leaving her to dangle from them with only her own strength.

"Thena!"

"Hang on!" Heracles, having ushered the last of the citizens away from the immediate vicinity of danger, rushed forward. He ran straight at the creature, his eyes on the woman hanging onto its back.

Both Gilgamesh and Heracles swarmed like bees to a flower, watching and waiting anxiously to see if Thena would be thrown from the goliath's back from sheer force of its movements.

Upon its back, she gritted her teeth. "Accursed thing."

She changed the shape of her blades within its flesh, hoping to lodge them therein like fish hooks or poison barbs. But the horse was easily the height of the city gates back on its rear legs like this. If anything, it was only standing up too tall--too far back. She let go of her own accord, swinging herself around. "Gilgamesh! Send it that way!"

He frowned. He didn't want his choice to be between catching her and saving entire blocks of the city. But he raised his fist, charging his energy around it. It wasn't as if the fall could do any real damage. He just would prefer to be the one catching her.

Gilgamesh punched up in the creature's direction. No contact had to be made. He was able to avoid hitting Thena in the crossfire, sending a blast of Cosmic Energy up at the thing's back, forcing it to fall towards the cliffs and away from the edge of town.

Heracles caught her. He had taken a running leap and jumped at a height that was questionable for any human. He even landed successfully, his sandals sliding on the dirt path of the city's entrance for some distance. He looked at the Goddess of War, "you okay?"

Thena frowned up at him (the large child, as far as she was concerned). "Unhand me."

"What?" he laughed, as if this were all a game they were playing.

"I told you to get to safety, that is what," she huffed at him, standing from his embrace and dusting her spotless white dress off. "You are mortal, since it bears repeating."

Young man as he was, now, Heracles still turned his big, sad eyes on her. "I know. But the people need protecting, even if you and Pops have it under control."

She huffed. She could not deny that protecting humans was always the goal, and that surely having more help with it was not a problem. But that meant conceding that the human before her was no longer a child clinging to her with a snotty nose looking for pastry scraps.

She had to concede that he was grown enough to risk his life if he so chose.

"The citizens are clear of the area. They will need you to protect them if the walls are breached," she sufficed to say.

They watched as the massive horse fell, shaking the earth around them. Its back crumbled the cliffside and sent it tumbling down the side of the mountain. The road into the city from the shoreline would be compromised, but at least it and the city gates were standing yet.

Heracles looked at the Eternals, now both shorter than he. "Hephaestus is gonna be mad."

Gilgamesh crossed his arms at him. "I would think the mortal one here shouldn't be the most reckless one."

"Exactly my thoughts," Thena joined him in their united front against Heracles' disobedience.

The human blinked as both of them turned the disapproval on him. He took a step back, holding his hands up in front of him, as if choosing not to see their disapproving frowns would keep them from existing. "Hey, I was just trying to help."

"And since when do I need assistance?"

Gilgamesh snorted. Heracles had stepped right into that dung pile.

The young man cleared his throat, correcting his posture and leaning down in an invitation for her to ruffle his hair. "Never, Goddess Athena."

Thena uncrossed her arms, pushing his head up and away, which ruffled his hair by happenstance. "Agitating child."

He rose to his full height again with a grin. "Yes, Mother."

Thena gave up on lecturing him, choosing to examine the damage and peer down to see if the creature still breathed.

Gilgamesh chuckled at the mortal man, facing down the Goddess of War with such cheek. "You're lucky she's fond of you, or you'd be down there with that thing."

"You think I don't know that?" Heracles laughed. He had inherited Gilgamesh's mirth and zealous sense of humour, of all things.

"It's still alive."

The two of them rushed over. Heracles eagerly reached out to pull Thena out of the path of danger. Gilgamesh slid forward to take his place alongside her, in contrast. But it didn't matter; all three of them plummeted down the cliff as the Deviant attempted to claw its way back up to the city limits.

Its gargantuan hooves slapped into the cliffs, crumbling massive boulders in its wake and making it tumble down even further with every attempt.

Gilgamesh threw himself at both Thena and Heracles, holding his arms above his head. He grunted as he did have to endure a boulder or two before Thena added her power to his and skewered a few with her trident. "Where's Sersi when you need her?"

The dust settled and the three emerged. Thena looked at Heracles extensively. "Unscathed?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine," he chuckled as she turned and twisted his head, poked at his arms, even jabbed him in the ribs between the plates of his armour. "Ow!"

"Do not leave your vitals exposed," she took the time to lecture before going to check on the Deviant again.

Heracles ruffled his own golden hair as he followed. "You battle in a toga."

Gilgamesh elbowed him. "Don't talk back to the Goddess of War."

The human sighed, knowing he was outnumbered by his unwavering mentors/parents. "Yes, sir."

The horse was indeed still alive. But as much as Eternals were not gifted swimmers, Deviants truly sank like stones. The monster was thrashing as it continued to tumble downward until it reached the shoreline. Its own mass would soon drown it.

"We should bring Sersi, tell her to expand the landmass and keep that thing's body contained within the rock," Thena declared, still watching until the fight left her enemy's body.

"That's gonna make for some wild fossils someday," Gilgamesh muttered to himself as he too watched. Of course, he only watched for as long as Thena did. He slid his eyes over to her. "Should we...go get her now?"

"We must be certain this thing won't try to claw its way on land again." The Goddess of War had spoken, and that was that.

Both men sighed heavily.

She turned back to them and their petulance. "We will have to climb back up the cliff regardless."

They had indeed fallen a great distance.

Heracles leaned over the edge slightly, holding his hand up mostly for dramatic effect. "It's in the water now, I'm sure it won't take long to be submerged completely."

"Great!"

By the time he turned, Thena was already in Gilgamesh's arms, held like a maiden. His jaw dropped in offense at the idea that they were leaving him there. "Hey!"

"Since you're so tough, you can keep an eye out until Sersi gets here," Gilgamesh chuckled, happily holding his Goddess in his arms and preparing to jump most if not all the height they fell.

"Indeed," Thena agreed, furthering the betrayal. "If you do not wish to listen to my instruction, then you can take the service roads back up to the city. As mortals do."

Heracles pursed his lips (a habit picked up from the goddess herself). "This is unjust."

"Have Sersi walk back with you if dusk falls," Thena pointed out lastly before Gilgamesh charged energy under his feet and took off like a rock from a trebuchet.

Heracles shouted after his petulant parents (always sneaking away to canoodle). "I am not a child!"

[kaimactrash]

Finally got around to doing that meme where you draw your comfort characters as Garnet and Steven in that one awful SU 'fan' comic.

Both of my comfort characters are kinda bad people, but even so, I feel like they'd be fairly enthusiastic to kick anyones ass.

The mall goth is Amber Sweet from Repo! the Genetic Opera and the emo is Matthew Patel from the Scott Pilgrim franchise.

Amber encouraging all of Matthews's worst character traits could be a crazy but fun few days for them, and terror for anyone in their paths!

I used to draw these two a bunch and it was SO much joy to work on them again! I love them both with my whole heart and I will excuse any misdeed they do. (joke)

[technikki]

objectively the best fictional mom ever is camila noceda. you can't argue with me on this

[imavikingo]

I think that Steve (Rogers) wouldn’t be the jealous type or the type or person who tries to make a move when he sees the object of their affection with someone else, he would be more the type that whispers “oh…” in a shaky and distraught tone of voice and then starts to distance themselves (emotionally or physically) from what is making them feel that their heart got broken.

I also think he would be the type of person that has a crush on many people but only loves one person.

If the person he loves doesn’t love him back, he would try to make his crushes be more loud and noticeable (subconsciously) and he would get over his crushes once he sees them more as friends than being infatuated by them.

He also wouldn’t start a romantic relationship with someone just because he can and for the sake of it, he would want it to be a serious and long lasting relationship. If he is going to be with someone, he would want to dedicate himself to that person.

[idk-i-want-mcl-content]

serious question guys, do you think the LIs have celebrity crushes and who would they be?

[a-deceived-pigeon]

5/6/24 12:17pm

I can’t post this on the other account because she’ll see it but do you ever have a conversation with a bunch of your friends about risk and money percentages to which your actuarial friend says that your risk is lower if you were married

THEN you say you wouldn’t mind a marriage of convenience and think about fake proposing to your other friend beside you who feels, though you are both whole by yourselves, like the other half of you, that you’ve had several dreams about marrying or being in a relationship with, and that you would happily spend the rest of your life with because each parting is tortuous and long and maybe can’t be fully explained by Midwesterner’s goodbyes but then you decide “No I can’t do that.”

THEN you turn to her and she took off her fidget ring and is holding it out to you asking you “Do you want to marry me?” as a JOKE, which you were going to do but STILL

And you really REALLY want to say yes and your eyes feel alight and you feel a smile but instead you go along with the joke and say “I was going to ask you the same thing!” And just laugh with her but then feel incredibly off put, thinking you were going to say “yes” and mean it happily to live and go through life together and wonder if any of it felt real on her end? Or maybe what that means for you?

Anyway!

~Nico

[grimmjowjaegerjaquez]

when youre trying to live alone out in your field lab but then these two yahoos follow you out there and now they wont leave????

[mono-socke]

let me introduce you to the new series that is called 'mono's crackships', starting off with the first ship being xander and mick