#jupiter writes

[jupiterlandings]

Link knows he had a family; of course he did, everyone has a family. Zelda told him they were lost in the calamity.

Link remembers a father & sister.

His little sister loved birds, she would set food out for them every morning & always watch the wild ones soaring through the air with her spyglass with the painted gulls on it.

She gave it to Link his last birthday they’d spent together. He knows the Sheika slate can serve the same purpose but he wishes he still had it; it was like seeing the world through her eyes during his travels.

His father was a tall & sturdy man; he towered above everyone they knew, even the king of Hyrule.

He called Link “his boy” more than his own name.

He had taught him to fight, & to fish, & to tend animals, & told him always to look after the younger children. He had seemed like a different person during the war.

His father’s last words before Link set out on his journey were proud ones but he’d had felt more alone in the world than ever afterwards.

Link had a family, a father & a little sister, but Zelda doesn’t tell him they aren’t the ones he remembers.

[pioneer-10]

Can I Exist? Part 2

This is part two of my fic for @lackablazeical‘s Addams Family AU; part 1 can be found here

Content Warnings: Unreliable narrator, cognitive dissonance, manipulation, [perceived] physical abuse, gaslighting, and non-graphic descriptions of injuries/blood. Please let me know if I missed anything and I’ll add it as well.

Three days pass before Leo opens his eyes. Usagi’s not sure how he managed to sleep at all in that time, scared to even close his eyes in Leo's vicinity, but eventually his exhaustion had gotten the better of him and he’d passed out on the floor for several hours.

Luckily, he isn’t still asleep when Leo wakes up.

Usagi’s not sure what he was expecting from him, really, but what Leo immediately does isn’t it. He blinks up at the ceiling, looking somewhat disoriented, before his gaze slowly shifts down to meet his. He smiles tiredly and waves. 

“Hey ‘Sagi,” he says, and his voice sounds gentle and wrong. Usagi stiffens.

No, he thinks, immediately. That’s not right. That’s not him. It can't be him.

Except...somehow, it is. Leo looks nothing like the tormentor Usagi remembers - he looks like a child, he’s a child - though he still approaches the turtle like he’s a bomb instead of a person, braced to jump away should he make any sudden movements. 

Leo doesn’t move at all. He just yawns, canines glinting in the dim light of his living room, and Usagi feels his pulse quicken. For a turtle, Leo looks an awful lot like a predator - Usagi remembers the same sort of look about Jei, back when…

When…

He shakes his head violently, shoving the memories and comparisons as far away from his thoughts as he can force them to go. He doesn't have time for a breakdown right now.

When he finally looks up again, Leo is staring at him.

“Leo?” Usagi hates the tremor in his voice [almost as much as he hates himself]. Leo tilts his head to the side, and his jaw tightens.

He’s not a monster, he reminds himself. He’s just…his family made him that way. It’s not his fault. Leo shifts, and his breath hitches. …Right?

“Thanks for…for getting me out of there,” Leo says quietly, and Usagi feels his reservations crumbling at the look of…is it desperation? in the turtle’s eyes as their gazes meet a second time. He nods tensely, muscles taut with the anxiety wrapping itself around his gut. 

“O-Of course,” he stammers. “What…” he trails off, remembering the crack of the metal bat as it slammed into Leo's plastron with a wince. “What happened?” Leo’s eyes widen slightly, and Usagi quickly backpedals. “You - you don’t have to talk about it, i-if you don’t want to, I just…" he swallows, he can hear his heart beating in his throat. "I’m…I’m sorry.” Leo doesn’t meet his eyes, but he nods.

“It’s okay, Sagi. You don’t have to apologize to me.” He curls back against the couch cushions, and Usagi feels like a string about to snap. 

“Let me get you some water,” he says, and before Leo can say anything he’s gone, disappearing into the kitchen and wishing he could just run and never look back. His ear twitches as he imagines bolting for the door - maybe if he ran fast enough and far enough, he could outrun even Leo...

No. Usagi shakes his head, forcing himself to stay calm. Because he can't just run now, and there’s nobody he can blame but himself for it, and nobody knows that better than he does as Usagi locates a glass and fills it. His hands are shaking, he realizes as he starts back towards the living room. Some of the water spills over the edge of the glass, soaking into his fur as he uselessly tightens his grip on the cup. 

Can’t just do one thing right, he thinks miserably, but he forces his expression into one of neutrality as he returns to Leo's side. Leo smiles at him as he enters the living room, and Usagi wishes he could sink into the floor as he hands him the glass. 

“Here,” he mumbles. 

“Thank you.” Leo accepts the cup and promptly downs the entire thing; he doesn’t slam it onto the table when he sets it down, but the sound feels like a knife in Usagi’s ears. 

Run, his mind screams. Run, run, never look back. 

Usagi grits his teeth and forces himself to smile.

“Of course.”

Leo spends the night on the couch, watching Lou Jitsu movies on low volume and melting into Usagi’s side when he eventually joins him. He seems somewhat disoriented at first, though as night becomes day becomes night again he seems to grow more aware of himself and his surroundings. 

But it’s still wrong, it’s wrong, it’s wrong, Leo’s all wrong and Usagi hates it even more than he hates the heart still scrawled in dried blood on the concrete outside. At least he’d somewhat gotten used to that, at least he more or less knew what to expect before, even if it was horrible every time...But this? This is completely new to him, and he doesn't think he's ever felt more lost than he does with his [former?] tormentor sitting on his couch and eating his food.

He’s only a child. Usagi watches Leo delicately nibble on a strawberry, and his mind swirls with a million thoughts.

Maybe… maybe he hadn't been quite so horrible as he’d made him out to be, looking back. Maybe…maybe his memories exaggerated the events because he hadn’t understood why Leo was doing what he did...maybe he'd done the things he did because he didn’t know the right way to express affection; because the monsters who’d raised him had shown him no other way. 

Maybe he really just…didn’t know. 

“You look tense, ‘Sagi, are you okay?” Usagi snaps from his thoughts like a rubber band stretched too far, jumping and hitting his shoulder against the door frame and spilling the tea he’d been holding onto his shirt. His gaze flickers to Leo, who tilts his head at him with a look of concern before patting the seat cushion next to him. “Why don’t you tell me about it?” he prompts. 

Either way, Usagi decides as he obliges, he doesn’t like this new Leo at all. He's still waiting for the other shoe to drop - and he blames himself for that too, because he's hurt, goddammit, and he should know better than to blame him for what happened to him.

But why is he so nice all of a sudden? 

It just doesn’t make any sense, unless…Is he scared I’ll send him back to his brothers? The thought alone is enough to make Usagi feel nauseous all over again, and he forces himself to drop that horrific train of thought as he seats himself next to Leo with a quiet sigh.

“I’ll be alright,” he murmurs. Because he has to be. Because not being alright isn’t an option. Leo doesn’t press him; just leans into his shoulder with a soft smile even as Usagi fights the urge to jump away and wash away the very memory of the goddamn turtle from his mind and fur. 

He’s hurt, he tells himself through gritted teeth. This is…this is important to him. I need to show him that he’s safe here. That I’d never send him back.

So he doesn’t pull away, no matter how much he wants to. He lets Leo press himself into his side like he’s scared Usagi will melt away if he lets go; he indulges him in conversation about his job and home country; he watches old movies and shows with him into the early hours of the morning, until he can’t keep his eyes open anymore.

Each time he falls asleep he wakes up in Leo's arms, and he sinks a little deeper into his self loathing every time.

Too bad that doesn’t last.

Usagi still doesn’t really know what he did wrong; all he knows is that one moment, he’d been cutting up carrots for a soup he’d planned on making for Leo, and the next he was on the floor, holding his bloody hand as white fur stained red. 

He must’ve disassociated again.

Leo had joined him in an instant, but his demeanor wasn’t the same, and he had that awful look in his eyes as he reached for Usagi’s bloody hand, grabbing it and forcing it towards himself when he tried to pull away. 

“Oh dear,” he says, but his voice is all lilty and wrong and he’s wrong and everything’s wrongwrongwrong. “You’re bleeding, ‘Sagi.”

Of course it had been his fault. 

Because what else could it have been?

[rebuke-me]

u guys should send me mini writing requests for any bmc characters i wanna write them all more

bonus points if its deere but it doesnt have to be

[cheolism]

SLOW WORSHIP

✰ — lee seokmin x readeer ✷ — summary: a study in the worship of lee seokmin. ✰ — wc is approx. 1.3k ✷ — genre: smut, stand-alone, no plot only porn ✰ — warnings: blowjobs, cum swallowing, cumming-on-face, repeated use of the word embarrassing. ✷ — rating: 18+ ✰ — note: spur of the moment fic written in an hour lmao! the result of seokmin's new photoshoot!!! everyone can thank @onlymingyus for alerting me to the existence of these photos lol.

you drop to your knees like it's the easiest fucking thing in the world to do.

seokmin gets embarrassed at how you look up at him in awe. then his dick hardens further in his boxers, and he can feel wetness leak from the tip and he gets embarrassed further.

he feels ridiculous.

the robe they've put him into is faux fur, soft to the touch and in a deep brown. his pants are white and unbuttoned, pulled down low enough to expose the grey band of his boxers with red lettering.

he's half naked. he's dressed up as someone who is distinctly not him.

because seokmin truly doesn't feel like himself. if seokmin were to pick an outfit, it'd be a polo and jeans or some oversized sweater that reached down to the palms of his hands.

yeah: this feels like some sort of seokmin that is distinctly not him, but then --

but then you put your hands on his thighs and his mind goes blank.

even through the white fabric of his pants seokmin feels electrified by your touch. the weight of your hands is usually comforting, but now seokmin feels as if it's all he can pay attention to and he just wants more of it.

"what're you doing?"

you hook your fingers into the waistband of his pants. you peel them down. it's slow going, and you have to move your hands beneath the brown robe to pull the waistband down over the curve of his ass.

the white pants fall around his ankles, the fabric bunching around his bare feet, and then you're pressing your face into his cock.

well, not into it. but your nose presses into the fabric, sliding along the curve of his dick through the grey boxers.

"fuck --" he groans out your name, long fingers tangling into your hair. seokmin tightens his grip on your hair. he wants to pull your face back. he wants you to stop doing something so mortifying.

because it is mortifying and embarrassing, but then you let out a hot exhale and seokmin pushes your face further against him.

"lemme," you murmur. you press your tongue against the bulge, and seokmin does a full-body shiver as you run your tongue up his dick. it's far different than when you do it without fabric separating his dick from your tongue, but his toes still curl.

it's the drag of it, leisurely and torturous; the warm and wet.

you mouth against his dick, and seokmin can't help but tip his head back in a moan.

"seokminie," you say. he glances down at you. you reward his attention by mouthing at the tip of his dick, and seokmin feels utterly humiliated by how his dick lets out a little spurt of cum, further wetting the boxers.

your hand goes up and cups his balls, thumb gently swiping over the fabric. seokmin groans and shivers.

"please," he says.

your hands go to the waistband of his boxers. you pull them down, though you're far slower with it than you were with his pants. you sit back on your knees, watching as the fabric clings to his thick golden thighs.

he whines out your name, and you laugh.

"don't worry, pretty boy," you coo. you pull down his boxers enough to where his dick springs free. it's fucking embarrassing how his dick, nearly on the far side of too-long, though his thickness is just-right, springs out and slaps against his abdomen.

his dick is an angry, dusky color. the veins are thick and particularly delicious, and the first thing you do once his dick is free is tip forward and press your lips to a vein.

mouth slick and plenty wet, you slide your tongue from the base of the vein to the tip. it's so slow and seokmin feels like he's on the verge of claiming it's torture.

you pay special attention to his dick veins, tongue treating each weaving line like royalty. you alternate the duration of the licks. some are lingering and worshipful; others, quick and eager. regardless of the duration, each is wet and delightful.

seokmin's balls feel so tight and heavy. he wants you to hurry up, wants you to take his dick down your throat, but.

your hands go to grip at his thighs. you can't wrap your hands around them, not even close. the tips of your fingers press into his flesh as you mouth at the base of his dick.

your hands slowly slide up. they slide up over his thighs, which were still slightly oiled from an earlier shoot session. your hands go to the jut of his hips, and then to his abdomen. you pet his stomach, palms sliding along the ridges of his abdomen.

then you grab his dick and seokmin fights against every bit of his being in an attempt not to cum.

you move up on your knees, guiding the dark tip into your mouth.

and if he thought he was going to cum before, then --

you take the head into your warm mouth. slowly, as you seem reluctant to do anything quickly this evening, you begin to press his dick further into the tormentful warmth of your mouth.

seokmin's dick is too big to fit into your mouth entirely. but you go until the tip is against the back of your tongue, and seokmin is torn between praising you and whimpering.

you worship his dick unhurriedly, drawing back gently. the slide of your tongue against his cock has his fingers curling in your hair, thighs tensing. you hold his hips in your hands as you languidly fuck his dick in and out of your mouth, nails leaving little indents in his flesh.

you pull off of his dick. you hold his dick with one hand, licking at the tip sweetly.

"baby," he whimpers.

you laugh at him, eyes crinkling. "can't believe you're dressed like this and here you are, whimpering like a dog for me."

seokmin pouts. you guide his head back into your mouth. you open your mouth wide, and then you're swallowing down around it once more.

your mouth is wet. your hands slide to his back, to his ass, and then you're pressing his hips forward. you push his hips towards you, forcing his dick further into your mouth, forcing it to press further and further.

once satisfied, you peer up at seokmin.

he groans.

seokmin begins fucking into your mouth. he watches with rapt attention. your spit makes his cock glisten with wetness, and when he pulls back far enough to where the tip is millimeters from your lips, there's a cute string connecting his dick to your mouth.

seokmin can't help but moan and fuck his dick back in.

you're so perfect.

he feels horribly hot in his robe despite it being the only thing he's wearing. the faux fur hangs down around him, and when he brings your face to his groin, fucking his cock back into the heat of your mouth, you're framed by the brown fur.

it's all so lavish and ridiculous. you on your knees, unashamedly for him. his expensive pants and boxers pooling around his feet, the even-more expensive robe bouncing with every thrust into your mouth.

seokmin sets a steady rhythm. he trusts into your mouth, swift and precise. he loves this. he loves the slick, wet noises of your mouth around his cock. he adores the little moans and whimpers you let out, the tears catching at your lashes.

your hands shift against him. you keep one hand on his hip, the other going down to his balls. you fondle them, smoothing your hand over them sweetly.

his balls tighten to the point of pain; his dick throbs.

seokmin cums down your throat. you can't take all of it. you have to pull off, gasping for air, and his thick white spunk stains your lips and face.

he can't help but feel a little ashamed. his cum marring your face, the way your lips are raw from your worship of him. how you grip the faux fur robe in both hands, face tilted up towards him, eyes shining.

it's all so embarrassing.

but then you're pulling off your own shirt and seokmin can't find it within himself to care too much. 

[alchemistmelody]

[jupiterruo-x]

date: 2023.08.08 work: n/a characters: any

"OH SHIT, WE'RE TRAPPED!" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

looks like we're stuck here.

we'll never find a way out in time.

have you tried the door?

try jiggling the handle.

that's it. i'm smashing our way through.

i'm not going to die in here.

we've tried everything.

it's no use!

well, we're not getting out that way.

that was pointless.

do you have any other bright ideas?

this is all your fault.

i can't believe i listened to you.

this is what i get for trusting you.

everything's locked.

there must be another way.

it's pointless. there's no way we're getting out of here in time.

maybe we could try yelling for help?

wait, did you hear that?

i'm sorry. this is all my fault.

they tricked us.

i'm going to break the door down.

maybe we should just wait for someone to rescue us.

they'll notice we're gone. they'll come looking for us.

i wish i had a better idea.

of all the people i had to be stuck here with, it has to be you.

don't give me that look. this is all your fault.

wait! do you see that? light!

that's it! we're getting out of here!

hold your breath!

i found us another way out of here!

can you still hear me?

i'm gonna get us out of here.

keep your eyes fixed on me.

did the wall just move?

it just shut behind me!

that was our only way out!

tell me a story to pass the time.

they'll find us. they will.

once they see we've gone, they'll come looking for us.

i don't see any other options.

try using your shoulder to break the door down.

does anyone have a match?

i still have my flashlight!

how long have we been trapped in here?

feels like we've been down here for days.

you told me there was a way out!

everyone stand back. i'm going to try something.

let's see if this works.

well, we're fucked.

i'm not giving up just yet.

you're just wasting energy!

all right, sound off!

i can't see anything.

ow! you just stepped on my foot!

well, it was a nice try.

not sure what you were trying to accomplish with that.

that's your bright idea?

we're all gonna die.

[starrysnowdrop]

“I got 99 problems but I’m going to sleep and ignore them all.” ~ Hali, probably 💤

[millysastroblog]

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Disclamer: Pls don’t take what I wrote here to heart , I posted this observation just for fun! And if u guys can’t relate that’s totally fine , OK? …….. Have fun guys 💕🌸!!!

💗 Mercury in Taurus have some beatiful , soulful, rich singing voices.

💗Venus- Saturn positve aspects are just so calm, respectful, thoughtful toward their friends and partners. They can take accountability and responsibility for their actions and learn from them. They take love very seriously, wanting to be available for loved once 24/7 being helpful and supportive. And that’s why I appreciate you all. # ride or die for love , # stable lovers 💍👍💓!

💗Mars- Jupiter know how to cheer other people up and make their days better. These are the funny, sometimes even embarrassing friends that love to do extreme fun activities like riding roller coasters, jumping of a cliff, going to the zooo (IDKW?) # fun people

💗Mercury- Venus aspects know how to charm someone with their VOICE , people love listening to them , including me !

💗Pisces Asc people are just fucking pretty, empathetic, soft, shy, accepting of different people. I just love the aura they carry, so ethereal untouchable individuals.

💗Libra and 7th house stelliums love to communicate and surround themselves with people or lager groups. They could be good leaders, classmates, teachers because of how connected they are to others wanting to be pro active and helpful.

💗Ceres in the 1st, 4th, 7th and 10th house embody the care taker role very well, extending this caring, soul full energy nurturing other brocken hearts with their presence.

💗 Venus / Mars in Pisces are full time active people pleaser 24/7 ,they love to take care of others. To have a boyfriend or girlfriend with placement is a blessing in disguise’s .

💗Mercury in Aries I love you for staying in your truth and expressing what ever you guys are feeling at the moment. We appreciate that 😘.

💗Venus- Moon poitives ascpects are such niiicce individuals to be around, they excude this loving, nututring, sweet, feminime energy perfectly. They dont mind helpinng others who are in need. Being a supportive friend when hardships occur. Because Venus is love, and the moon emotions , they looovve their friends and partners with all their 💕 !

💗Venus- Jupiter woman are the "IT GIRL" placement, how they can make a room brighter just by their presence is stunning !!

💗Venus in the 5th house love entertainment, fun, being extravagant , CHILDREN, these people would die to have a child honestly ! Gotta love the artistic self expression with these individuals.

💗Mercury in Cancer make people feel understood and loved because of their good listening skills.:)

💗Taurus Rising pretty, nice, calm friendly people. Exude this grounding stable energy that gives people the emotional security to open up. They are very patient and don’t rush in life. Nice body, hair, everything.

💗Cancer Rising so cuuute I swear ! Love how comfortable they make others feel including me. Expressing emotion raw and truthfully. They shine like the moon. Glowing pale skin, big eyes, big chest 😌.

💗Moon- Jupiter ahhhhwweeee these people are sooooo cuute I swear, showing pure, authentic, open, and vurnerbale emotion is nothing new for these individuals. I apprectiate just that positive energy yall got.

💗Venus in 2nd/ Mars in the 2nd housers are veryyy generous with finances, spending moey on people. How much effort and energy these beautiful unicorns put in gifting someone is incredably special and kind.

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Thx 🤍

•~Milly~•

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[jupiterlandings]

Lay your burden down & come sit by the fire. The wind is cold & howling so drink something with me to warm our bones. I know your shoulders are aching so let me lay something soft across them. My hands are rough from working but they are there to hold yours if you like. Whatever tomorrow may bring let it worry about itself, right now we are together; let’s just enjoy the quiet sort of peace that comes from small comforts & the presence of a fellow traveler.

[televised-goose]

Drabbles from a valgrace fic that will hopefully be done before the heat death of the universe.

This fic is in development, so constructive criticism is totally accepted.

Prompt by the great @demigod-shenanigans

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Jason thinks he liked to draw as a kid. He has vague memories of a secret sketch book and drawing random pieces of architecture, but just like everything else, it's blurry. He does like it, though. It's like writing, but it doesn't have to make sense. All of his emotions can leave him and be transferred into the paper. Its his own fucked up therapy. No humans needed.

He only started again when he saw Leo draw. He seemed so focused and enthused when making his schematics. It was like he fused with the paper. So he watched Leo draw a lot. Because it was nice to see him calm and the drawings were amazing. That's it. 

He ended up trying it out, and his brain seemed to remember his style even without that memory of the practice. It was like his hands were moving without him thinking of what each movement really meant. His first drawing was Leo, of course. It was only because he was right there and his best friend. 

After figuring out he could apparently draw pretty well he tried everything under the sun, even stealing one of Annabeth’s sketch books and hiding it under his bunk just like he thinks he did as a kid. The book was filled with whatever he could think of, the bow of the ship, his crewmates, fantastical landscapes and architecture, monsters, his nightmares, and even just skribbles making up how he felt. 

But most of the book was filled with Leo. He was so interesting to look at. His rugged charm and his messy appearance made him so unique to draw. He had such intense emotions, making him the caricature of every single one. Some people might think that means he has a crush, but he doesn't. His friend is simply something he enjoys looking at that's not that weird. It's not like he remembers everything he does.

(He hasn't memorized Leo's determined quirk of his brow as he sketches a curve like a compass, not the little sigh he would release when a blueprint was done, not the cross-hatching perfectly aligned and segmented showing his prowess, not his smirk whe-)

He thinks before he focused more on things instead of people, but everything about Leo needs to be documented to him. It's all so perfect that he can't forget it. 

He doesn't draw in front of anyone because it feels too personal to share. These are his true raw emotions and those stay right next to him and his heart. If people saw him draw they might see him weak and he needs to be a leader for them. This is an escape from the pressure and the pain and the fear. He knows it's dumb, and he knows no one will make fun of him, but it still scares him.

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Was it shit? Tell me! I'm still thinking about plot, I'm think it could be a 5+1 of Jace opening up to people and finding out that drawing isn't that fucking stupid. It's really cool, I may be biased to be fair.

[massiveladycat]

me staring at rick riordan after he makes leo (16 years old) the boyfriend of a goddess who forced a man to sleep with her (who was at least 40)

"He was forced to sleep with her in the hollow cave at night, as she wished though he did not, but by day he sat among rocks or sand, tormenting himself with tears, groans and anguish, gazing with wet eyes at the restless sea." - The Odyssey and y'all gonna tell me that isnt sa?? when he was trapped on an island for seven years with a goddess who could clearly overpower him?? when he had no choice in the matter?? she quite literally kept him prisoner. lmfao bye.

[witchhazelevesque]

Wait… I get that Venus’s warning to Reyna about how “no demigod shall heal your heart” hit her hard because it meant she and Jason wouldn’t be together, but it also didn’t completely rule out A LOT of her people because like… so many of them weren’t demigods, they were legacies.

And okay, yeah, maybe that could be explained but, no not really because in BoO, when Reyna tells Piper about it, Piper says: “There is someone out there for you, maybe it’s not a demigod. Maybe it’s a mortal or… or I don’t know. But when it’s meant to happen, it will.” (492)

Like… the narrative literally forgets that legacies as a concept existed??

And no, it’s not that Piper isn’t aware of that or was distracted by Leo’s death because: “Piper kept busy helping Reyna and Annabeth coordinate between the Greeks and Romans. To Piper's surprise, the other two girls valued her skills as a go-between to smooth over any conflicts.” (489)

Now, Piper gets the short end of the stick when it comes to being written with nuance (hello one off lines about her best friendship with Hazel with talking, crying and sword fighting in HoH), but we’re meant to assume that she’s doing more than is actually written, and she’d have to be aware of these dynamics between demigods and legacies, that SHOULD have been a significant element here since all of Camp Half-Blood are demigods while a large, if unknown, portion of Camp Jupiter are legacies.

But no, the conflicts are like: “Piper did manage to return some Roman helmets that mysteriously made their way into the camp store. She also kept a fight from breaking out between the children of Mars and the children of Ares over the best way to kill a hydra.” (489)

Like.

The narrative itself goes out of its way to make a one to one comparison between the camps in terms of how directly descended from the gods the camper are. With the same god’s two aspects and everything! Ignoring the other descendants of Mars!

But actually!! No, in the same book they do bring up legacies! Nico asks Reyna: “So… is your whole family descended from Bellona? I thought you and Hylla were her daughters, not legacies.” (284)

So why? Is it so inconsistent? (This is a rhetorical question, I know why but feel free to add more)

And all he had to do was change the word ‘demigod’ to ‘hero’. At least for Reyna’s situation.

TLDR: Legacies? Wasted potential. Reyna? Victim of inconsistent writing, vol 132.

[mrleomonade]

i want to be good at fanart, bc like it’s my DREAM to create pjo fanfic comic kinda thing but i grew up w viria’s art and if i can’t make it look that good it will never be enough

i guess i just have to write more fanfic now

[cheolism]

BAPTIZE

✰ — motorbike racer!song mingi x f!reader ✷ — summary: a moment in a coat closet during a party. ✰ — wc is approx. 1.6k ✷ — genre: mob scene, underground racing, undefined sexual relationship. ✰ — warnings: oral (f! receiving), fingering (f!receiving), biting (f!receiving), mentions of murder, morally grey reader, morally grey world & fic. possessive mingi, pussy-drunk mingi, mingi's rings, mingi w an eyebrow piercing. exhibitionism (ig), mentions of suffocation (in a good way), the relationship between sex and religion (blasphemy). mob boss!choi seungcheol mentioned. ✷ — rating: 18+ mdni. ✰ — note: this is just an idea i got n wanted to flesh out a bit! if anyone wants me to explore some more, lmk! it's very much just a passing moment between these two characters; you're being thrown into a world, catching a small glimpse of it. inspired by that scene from "birthday" where mingi's grabbing the cake!

“pretty,” mingi breathed out. his nose bumped against your clit, and you could feel the movement in the air as he breathed in, smelling you. his hands – his large, beautiful hands decorated in silver and gold metal – grab at your thighs greedily, as if they were mounds of diamonds and gems instead of flesh. 

“so fucking pretty,” he moaned. his tongue was thick and broad as he licked a stripe up your cunt, from the rim of your hole to your clit. he slurped at your pussy, suckling at your clit. 

“‘gi,” you whined out, your hands darting out to grip at the fur surrounding you. a coat closet wasn’t the sexiest place mingi’s fucked you in, the winning spot being in that balcony pool that overlooked bangkok. 

but there’s something dangerous about it. something dangerous about mingi, his tongue thrusting into your hole and swallowing your juices, with his black smeared eyeshadow and leather outfit. something dangerous about fucking in a coat closet, laying on top of a stranger’s fur coat. 

“say my name,” he groaned out. his voice was deep usually, but now it seemed to come out from his gut, deep within. “tell me, baby.”

you couldn’t help tossing your leg over his shoulder, your skirt falling the rest of the way off of your ankle from where he had shoved it down. with your leg over his shoulder you brought him closer, hugging him between your other leg and your thigh, tight around his broad shoulders. 

he laughed into your cunt, fingers digging into your skin. “that’s it baby,” he said. you could barely make out his facial features – the sharp cut of his eyes, the plushness of his mouth. his eyebrow ring glinted in the faint light, a silent siren song. 

“suffocate me,” he said. he brought his face back to your pussy, speaking into your cunt, nose sliding up between your lips. “trap me, baby.”

you dug your heel into his back. he was still entirely dressed and so were you, save for your skirt and panties. but it was so unfair. you could count the amount of times you saw mingi naked on one hand, the amount you got to treasure the wide panes of his shoulders and slim curves of his waist even less. 

with your thighs around his head, keeping him trapped, mingi got back to work. 

he dug a single finger into your pussy as he lapped at your clit. mingi ate messily. he smeared his mouth over your cunt, pressed his face flat against your pussy. he devoted himself to eating cunt like he did racing. 

he’s a golden racer, you thought, but if it was a challenge between which he did better, racing or eating cunt, he’d have to settle for being silver. 

mingi angled his finger up. his single finger was long enough to where he didn’t really have to search for your g-spot, finding that sweet little treasure easily. he didn’t do anything other than press against it, rubbing it. 

he didn’t need to do much with his finger. 

he was doing above and beyond with his mouth. 

“fucking get me wet,” he mumbled out, tongue dipping out to trace against the muscle surrounding your clit. “come on, baby. baptize me.”

mingi pressed a kiss to your clit, and then he was ducking down to your hole again. you were clenching fervently around his finger, begging for more. you needed more. no matter what was going on outside – no matter why you were at the party in the first place, no matter that your boss wanted to kill his and serve his fucking head on a plate – 

mingi shoved his tongue in beside his finger. he shoved his spit inside, drenching himself further. his nose poked and prodded at your clit with every movement of his face, though it wasn’t true stimulation like what he was providing before. 

he suckled at your hole; lapped at it. mingi was a dehydrated man stumbling through the desert, your cunt an oasis. 

you could feel your juices slide down your ass, could feel them smear along your inner thighs as mingi moved to press quick, hot kisses to them before he dove back to your pussy. 

he always made you feel so hot. not sexy – well that too, with how he always acted as if he was starving for your cunt – but overwhelmed. like you were an asteroid streaking through the night sky, hurtling straight toward the ground at the speed of light. 

when your phone vibrated beside you, you were so startled you jumped in mingi’s hold. he let out a muffled noise, and then he was lifting his face from between your legs. 

you grappled for a moment, and then you grabbed your phone. the light of your phone pierced through the darkness of the room, making you squint against the harshness. 

“fuckin’ boss,” you slurred out, half-drunk on mingi. “wanting me.”

mingi let out a chuckle. then he was pressing a fervent kiss to your thigh. “gonna make you cum first,” he announced. 

“you won’t be able to fuck me,” you said, spreading your legs out for him. 

he shrugged, moving each of your legs over a shoulder. “you’ll owe me,” he decided. “you’ll be at the race the yontararak princess is hosting, yeah?”

“minnie isn’t a princess.”

mingi shrugged. “wears a fucking crown, don’t she?”

“that was once,” you said. 

mingi slapped two of his fingers against your thigh. “answer me. will you be there or not?”

“that’s two months away,” you said. “a lot can happen in two months, mingi. especially in our line of work.”

mingi ducked his head. in a rare display of – you don’t even know what to call it. adoration? admiration? devotion? posession? mingi bit at your thigh, his teeth settling into your skin. 

you jumped beneath him, thighs going tight around his head. he released your thigh, pressing a heavy, hot kiss to the skin before rolling his tongue over the mark. 

“meet me at the princess’s party,” he instructed you. “and you’ll pay me back.”

mingi went back to your cunt. your pussy was tacky from where your fluids had begun to dry, but he paid it no mind. he held your thighs in a tight grip as he licked broad stripes up your pussy, ignoring your clit in favor of swallowing the delicious combination of your cunt juices and his spit. 

he was a sinner before a god like this, vehement with his desperation to devour you. he’d swallow you whole, you knew, if he could; if you allowed him. 

mingi slid two of his fingers into your pussy, not at all gentle. he rocked them in bluntly, your hole burning with the pleasure-pain of your cunt hurriedly trying to accommodate the intrusion. 

then he was lapping at your clit brutally, and you came with a muffled whine. 

it was that deafening orgasm that always seemed to overcome you whenever you were with mingi. it was the ocean waves breaking against a cliff; thunder clapping down against a tree, igniting it. it was harsh and beautiful, and you arched up into his hold with desire eclipsing all over thought. 

mingi turned on the flashlight on his phone to search for your skirt while you panted, reeling from your orgasm. you watched as he shifted around. his face was entirely destroyed. it shined with your pussy juices, from his neck to his jaw to his nose. the black eyeshadow around his eyes was smeared down his cheeks, and when you looked down at your thighs you could see proof of your treachery there, the black powder stained into your skin. 

“baby,” he said, and then he was slipping your panties over your feet. 

“don’t you wanna keep them?” you asked, minding casting back to remember all the other instances where mingi had pocked your panties. “white not your color?”

mingi laughed. you could feel his rings as he slid your panties up your legs and to your thighs. “we’re in a dog house,” he mumbled, voice somewhat hoarse. “not having you prance around, flashing your pussy. bastards might get ideas.”

“ideas.”

“like taking what’s mine,” mingi said, snapping the band of your panties once they were settled around your hips. the cloth was cool from the air of the room, and you hated how it settled around the tackiness of your dried juices. “nothing put puppies eager for a cunt.”

“says the wolf who just kneeled in front of my cunt for fifteen minutes,” you giggled, kicking his side. 

“different,” mingi said. he didn’t offer any explanation. instead he grabbed your skirt. he dressed you in it, too, though he bent over to press a quick kiss to your clothed pussy before pulling it all the way up. 

with expert hands mingi fixed your makeup to the best of his ability. he helped settle your hair, adjust your clothes. 

“how do i look?”

he raised his brows, glancing you up and down. “like you were fucked,” he said. “but not like half the fucking people in this damn house aren’t doing the same.”

mingi agreed to wait five minutes after you left the coat closet to exit, and then you were standing up from the fur-covered chair. you wobbled, and he reached out to steady you, still kneeling. 

you laughed a little. you reached out, tugging at his hair. “if only they knew,” you said, “underworld champion biker, song mingi, kneeling at the feet of choi seungcheol’s secretary.”

mingi looked up at you, and for a moment you let your brain conjure: a reality where instead of the black diamond tattoo underneath your ear you had mingi’s initials; where instead of girls and boys wearing slutty dresses and skirts hanging off of mingi whenever he won a race it was you; where you didn’t have blood on your hands and he wasn’t under the authority of kim hongjoong. 

but then you gently pushed him back, taking your phone in hand and making for the door. 

[fictionalmenaremytype]

Heroes of Olympus au where Percy and Jason were never discovered to be swapped. Here me out....

• Rachel spoke the second Prophecy, but Apollo was right, and it was a few years before it happened.

• Hera still set her plans in motion but this time Percy Sally and Paul were dropped in California with fake memories.

• Percy finished his high-school years in New Rome as well as started College all while having this weird memory of Annabeth in his head.

• His mum doesn't know anything and neither does anyone at New Rome. After all, there's no children of Minerva.

• Annabeth spent the last few years grieving her bestfriend/boyfriend and the closest thing she has to a mother figure after presuming them dead.

• She finishes high school and goes to college, hoping to emerse herself in the mortal realm and forget about her past (she lost her brother and boyfriend in the span of a couple months her fond memories would be tainted.)

• It's only when she goes to visit her family in san francisco one summer that she sees something odd. The boyfriend she presumed to be dead, venturing the city with two other people in 'NRU' and 'Camp Jupiter' branded clothes.

• She brushes it off as a coincidence until the boy happens to lock eyes with her and stop dead in his tracks.

[floorworm]

So we all know abt the trope where a grumpy adult takes in a sunshine kid, but what abt the other way around? Can we talk abt that some more? Like happy go lucky adults taking care of grumpy and scarred kids. That shit is my sustenence.