#maybe a little envious but not jealous lol

[astrow1zar6]

Venus in the houses Observations 1-7

Venus in the 1st house: I feel like this placement is very lucky & unlucky at the same time. It bestows you with beauty, and financial security and a charming personality but I feel like these people have a hard time appreciating it. They can be very harsh critics on themselves especially when it comes to their looks. These are the girls you always see looking at their reflection thru everything to make sure nothings messed up but in your head you think “this girls perfect how can she be so anxious about her looks”. Looks are very big to them which is why many people consider them superficial. They tend to like to surround themselves with attractive people or people with a lot of clout, they despise ugly. I also notice they can be very envious of others who attract more attention then them they love attractive people but can also be threatened by other attractive people its odd.

Venus in 2nd house: I’ve seen a lot that have amazing artistic ability’s. They usually make the most money when they are being creative or making something beautiful such as ceramics, jewelry, drawings, sculptures ect. They have very charming business personalities when can make them earn a lot faster than most. They tend to have very smooth voices as well. They can convince you to do anything just by using their voice. (Which is why this is considered a sugar baby placement, it’s hard for people to say no to them). This placement is in its home in the 2nd house so these people generally have it pretty easy. They may find love a little later in life tho however when they are financially stable but they are usually patient enough to wait for the right one. On the flip side if afflicted they tend to spend their money as quickly as they got it usually on stupid shit like Grubhub (they are big foodies) or shopping. They can also be very greedy with their money and possessions and become jealous of others who have more money/ are more attractive than themselves. But overall these people give Princess vibes.

Venus in 3rd house: people with this placement remind me of fairies. They are so chatty and fun loving they can make any conversation interesting easily. They have this lightness about them that puts people at ease. In relationships they tend to have partners that are like their best friend ( maybe a little too much like best friends). Sometimes I’ve seen their relationships lack seriousness and depth which can cause their partner to feel like they are just dating a buddy. But on a good note they are usually able to share everything with their partners and their relationships are usually very fun. When afflicted they can be prone to gossiping and being overly chatty which can become obnoxious. They can also be overly flirtatious while single and in a relationship. ESPECIALLY drunk these people will flirt with everyone breathing when they are intoxicated lol.

Venus in 4th house: I’ve noticed try to find partners that give them a feeling of home. I haven’t met a lot of people with this placement but what I’ve noticed in the ones I have met was that they give this big mommy energy. They crave to take care of someone and also for someone to take care of them. However these people can get really clingy and dependent when they are comfortable. It usually takes them a long time however to trust someone enough to be with them. But once they feel safe enough they are extremely loyal. They love the idea of starting a family and long for children. They usually make great mothers. Their mother could’ve been the ultimate caregiver growing up & grew up with many precious family traditions (unless afflicted) the traits of the mother rubbed off a lot on the native. I also notice they tend to look more like their mothers than fathers.

Venus in the 5th house: when I hear this placement I think of Cupid and Valentine’s Day lol no really tho these people love the art of love and seduction. They live for it. These people can get a little too carried away in love however which can cause them to have multiple crushes and talk to multiple people at once. This isn’t considered the most loyal placement (unless something in their chart says other wise). These people have amazing rizz which I’ve stated in other posts but it’s true a lot of people get jealous by how easy it is for them to woo people. I notice they can be love addicts and can’t be without someone to boost their ego. These people can also have very pretty children or they can have a lot of girls. (If one of your parents has this placement your probably blessed in the looks department) people with this placement are usually very physically attractive themselves.

Venus in 6th house: I’ve only met one person with this placement so my description may not be as detailed as the others but I’ve seen it gives a very workaholic vibe to the person. Most of their social interactions and romantic interactions usually happen in the workplace. These people can be extremely timid in social matters however which can make others kinda look over them☹️ they aren’t the most romantic but they are very sensual and the types where if they love you they will spend every day with you. They can also be extremely helpful to their partners (they are big on acts of service) and can usually remain loyal to the same person for a long time. Theirs a certain modesty and naturalness about them that’s very mesmerizing. In the early years they could’ve struggled a lot romantically. Could’ve had a lot of one sided loves. This also can make the native not notice their beauty they could dress down or overly modest because they aren’t comfortable with being seen as “sexy” or “attractive”. This placement is generally a rough spot for Venus to be in but it worked thru it can be fulfilling it just takes a lot of self love training.

Venus in the 7th house: LOVE romantic attention. Even for people they aren’t into like that (similar to Venus in 5th) they get a big ego boost when they find out others have a crush on them. These are the types to believe everyone is in love with them.. and lowkey… they’re right lol. Venus is at home in the 7th house as well so it usually makes them very attractive to the opposite sex naturally. A lot of men really want to commit to these women even if they aren’t seen as conventionally attractive they usually have a “wifey” type of vibe that makes men weak. It’s incredible really how magnetic these people are. They can have good luck in marriage and usually attract very wealthy attractive spouses. If afflicted however they will go through a lot of unstable relationships until they learn how to love themselves properly. This can also cause someone to be very codependent on others. They have a hard time living alone and can act really dysfunctional when they don’t have love in their lives. They need to learn to be more independent and self assured. ( if they have their Venus in Aries or Aquarius they can be more independent).

[kryscent]

mehndi?

pairings: diluc, xiao, childe, neuvillette x gn!reader (separate)

content briefing: fluff, kissing, lowk jealous!xiao lol, cw//allusions to cheating in childe's (nothing happens lmao reader is just being a little silly), suggestive in childe's part, lovesick genshin men :( (neuvi omg)

a/n: idk why i got so carried away for childe... the melusines are sick and tired lmao. lowkey desi/arab coded reader but applies to any and all if you're open to the concept!

synopsis: as a sumerian diplomat to your partner's nation, times come where you have to return to your homeland when certain duties call. this time, the akademiya scribe and acting grand master (and more importantly your former classmate and good friend), had sent you a short letter requesting your presence in the city. al haitham, ever so meticulous, had noticed some inconsistencies in the liyue-sumeru trade reports and needed your assistance to rectify the issue.

your most recent visit was two months ago, when you returned with an auburn flower painted into the palm of your hand (courtesy of nilou), fascinating your boyfriend greatly. you'd forgotten about the scene, especially in your rush to pack…

so when he shyly asks if you’ll get it again…

if there’s anyone who understands the saying, “duty calls”, it's DILUC. 

that being said, it doesn’t mean he’ll miss you any less… 

his ears colour scarlet, looking away as he asks, ‘do you think you’d have time to do your mehendi this time?’

you grin, eyes crinkling fondly at the conscious effort he made to pronounce it correctly. ‘we’ll see, ‘luc.’ And that was enough consolation of your absence for him, because he’d do anything to see the enchanting art on your hands again. A compensation of sorts, he thinks to himself, miffed. Despite never having seen something like it before, it was so inexplicably you, a simple, dainty extension of your heritage that made him fall for you even more, if that was even possible. 

you open your palms to him, every space that could possibly be painted on is covered in intricate designs of mehndi. ‘there’s a surprise for you in there, if you can find it.’ he pulls off his right glove, tilting his head at you curiously. 

he holds your hands in his, with the care of handling handcrafted terracotta, and searches through the patterns, his index finger tracing along. ‘that tickles,’ you mutter, squirming as an involuntary smile pulls at your lips at his determined expression. he tightens his hold just a tad at your words. ‘is that better?’ he hums, smiling faintly as he continues in his ministrations. 

he stops in his tracks, his breath hitching, and if his cheeks burned anymore he was sure he’d burst into flames, rivalling his vision. there it is, his surprise, along the side of your left ring finger – his name, in beguiling cursive. you’re struck with the urge to kiss him, when he beams so brightly you’d think wedding bells are tinkling, and he buries his face in your palms, bashful. 

‘i love you,’ he says softly, voice muffled by your skin. your smile widens, endeared, leaning down to try and meet his eyes as he avoids you, pulling your hands further towards him. ‘i love you too, ‘luc.’ 

‘how long will you be gone?’ XIAO turns to look at you from his perch on the balcony, watching you pack after you’d denied his help, before dismally turning back to the moonlight. you stifle a giggle at his sulking demeanour – if he had cat ears, they’d be flat against the top of his head; wallowing in his melancholy. 

‘a week, maybe less. al haitham and i work efficiently well together so the work might be done quicker than i’m thinking,’ you answer with a small smile, absentmindedly rolling up your socks. he makes a face – a small scowl that you don’t see with his back turned to you – at the mention of the scribe. ‘why can he work with you but i can’t come with you?’ he mutters petulantly. 

‘you know how much i’d love your company, xiao,’ you tilt your head kindly, reasoning with your adorably envious boyfriend. ‘but you’re not my protector alone, you have the people of liyue to keep safe, dear adeptus.’ he huffs quietly at your point, before turning to face you again, shifting his body to sit against the rails. 

‘then…will you do something for me?’ ‘anything,’ you roll a tunic, glancing at him fondly.  

‘you know, the designs you returned with last time?’ he begins, eyes trained on your palm. ‘you mean mehndi, right? want me to get it done again?’ he nods quickly, neck turned to look away from you as it slowly flushes crimson, his ears burning. 

you return in less than a week, as promised, spending a day in leisure after your work was done to participate in recent festivities. 

‘xiao,’ you say his name, summoning him as you settle onto the edge of your shared bed at wangshu inn. he appears comically fast, looking dishevelled. ‘you’re back,’ he breathes, his smile small. 

you open your arms, and he falls into them easily, sitting beside you. ‘although, i did stay over a day longer,’ you tell him, apologetic. ‘but for good reason! different communities in sumeru celebrate their own kind of festival of lights at different times of the year. like the lantern rite in liyue.’ he perks up from the crook of your neck, curious as you continue. 

‘they were celebrating deepavali in gandharva ville, and tighnari invited me to come join them,’ you show him your hands, smiling at him. ‘as promised,’ you say gently.

his lips part, eyes trailing over every crevice of your palms and wrists, hesitantly reaching out a hand to touch, like they’d wipe away any moment. he looks up at you, wide-eyed, when he sees his name across your inner forearm, at the top of your wrist. 

‘so my protector could join me,’ you tease, grinning, before he sways forward, pressing his lips to yours before you can see his ruddy cheeks.

so when he seems so oddly happy to see you leave…

is he cheating on you?!

‘so when do you get back, milaya?’ CHILDE questions, following you around your apartment as you pack your things for your travels and stay - to him, this was normal behaviour; to you, it was his tenth question in the last three minutes. 

despite your annoyance because you're stressed, and he isn't really helping aside from tailing you like a shadow and probing you with his quizzing, your breath catches slightly at the nickname. (you could be dating for years and he'd still have that effect on you, but never to let him know because he'd never live it down.)

when you'd told childe about your sudden business trip, promising that it wouldn't take very long, you'd expected his usual lamenting and sorrow, not…him grinning at you in anticipation. does he want me to take long, you think to yourself in dismay, your inner conscience pulling a horrified face. 

‘be sure not to rush so you can take time to, you know, hang out with your friends! you must miss them – especially that girl you mentioned last time, the artist – ni-something? nilly?’ 

‘nilou.’

childe’s mind is elsewhere, for once not noting your slowly darkening mood (usually he has the countenance of a spy, mostly when it comes to your upset). the second you mentioned visiting sumeru, he remembers the last time you went, and returned with the prettiest little tattoo on your palm, refusing to let go of hour hand for hours as he traced the design.

‘is it permanent? the henna?’ he sounds adorably curious, occupied with pressing gentle kisses to the tips of your fingers. you fight back a smile, warming at the sight of his cerulean eyes on you. ‘temporary, unfortunately. i’m not that good at doing it on myself,’ and you let out the laugh you’d been holding back when he frowns, drooping visibly, before perking up when you comb your free hand through his hair, expression fond, and he flushes. 

‘maybe i could learn?’

he doesn���t know why he’s so captivated by it, but something about you being adorned in your culture was alluring. he’s going to miss you terribly, he knows, weeping and throwing himself over the chaise and wasting away his days despondently until you return, but it is a soothing comfort to wait knowing that you’ll come back with a gift, seen as such despite being adorned on you (which makes it all the more a present), so he kisses you goodbye as he sees you off at the harbour, trying not to be as dejected.

you worry your bottom lip between your teeth on the way back, a few days earlier than you’d told your boyfriend you’d return. your mind returns to how he didn’t even shed a tear at the pier – you’d expected your dramatic boyfriend to almost flood the port like last time (he really has a knack for raising your standards).

his few letters had mostly probed about your days in detail, asking what you were doing, who you met, but talking about his own few and far between, and your suspicion had only grown. you know your boyfriend is easy on the eyes, and his flirtation comes so effortlessly to him in a way that has the people of liyue swooning (he doesn’t even realise it with how engrossed he is with you). it would cause him no struggle to find someone…else – someone better?

when he meets you at the harbour to pick you up, he presses his lips to yours as fervently as he can without the millelith escorting him away for excessive pda, his hand at your nape. ‘missed you, milaya,’ he whispers into your mouth, ‘–so much.’ 

he pulls away, grinning at you, before flipping your palms in his hand, sulking when he finds them blank. he looks up to complain before his words stop in his throat, eyes falling to the nilotpala lotuses on your collarbone, extending its stems and leaves outward and down the collar of your shirt, and his gaze darkens. his hand wraps around your wrist (gentle, always so gentle), pulling you in the direction of your apartment as his free hand lifts your bags easily. 

he pulls you into your shared apartment, dropping your luggage as he locks the door, before caging you against the wall between his arms. he leans down to meet your wide eyes, and you back away a little as your stomach flips. 

he ghosts his lips over yours, peppering up your cheek before dragging down your neck, humming when he reaches your collar, tugging it down just a tad, the mehndi lotus petals curving into the dip of your skin. ‘did your friend do this one too?’ he asks absentmindedly, kissing the spot before nipping it lightly, soothing over it with a teasing grin when you tug at his hair in warning, your breathing shallow. ‘’ts pretty,’ he looks up at you, eyes hardened to cobalt and half-lidded, his lips pulled into a lazy half-smile. 

you exhale sharply – he wasn’t asking if you’d stay longer so he could meet with his paramour; he just wanted you to have time so he could see the art on you again! (he’s so obsessed with you it’s actually stupid that you’d think he could even look at anyone but you). your heart stutters at the realisation as you push his smirking face away timidly, before your mind clears. 

‘you asshole if that bruises–’

so when you get a letter from his subjects…

as the iudex of fontaine, NEUVILLETTE is a busy man, and sometimes (most of the time) the work cut out for him rises to arduous levels. the only thing that made the wearying paperwork bearable was you. you, who would quietly bring a chair and organise his papers the way he likes it, sometimes filling it yourself methodically, perfectly, if it was within your scope of knowledge. you, who would bring him macarons and pastries at random, and pull him out of his office at meal times to eat together. 

you, who would brew tea to enjoy together at moments like this, when his head throbs from a headache as he presses his forehead to his desk, and he misses you terribly. 

the bushes outside the palais mermonia have grown ears, one would think. they’ve become the commonplace meeting spot for the melusines, the small creatures clustered together in shrubbery as they secretly discuss their worry, staring up at the heavy grey clouds, threatening downpour that had been continuous for the past two days.

that brings them to today, gathered once more as they draft a letter to you. 

‘dear partner of father,

we thought it would be fit to let you know that his state is very bleak and desolate, and he is concerningly not leaving his office very often. this is not meant to worry or rush you, but do you think you could return…as soon as possible? do you know how much longer your duties will take to complete?

p.s. we know father would never expect a present from you, but from our side we humbly ask of you to return with a treat, since we know how much he loves gifts from you. 

regards and sincerely,

the fontaine melusines’

you sigh heavily, ghosting your fingertips over the patterned paper, worrying your lip in concern for your boyfriend. 

reading the letter over your shoulder (nosy), al haitham huffs, a rare smile on his face. ‘we’re on the last report, i can finish it on my own,’ he turns to face the files once more, monotone voice taking on a teasing lilt as you narrow your eyes at him. ‘are you sure?’ 

‘go ahead early, so you can get that treat of yours.’ ‘haitham!’

two days later, a knock on the door brings neuvillette’s head up from where it is surrounded by piles of files, articles and reports. ‘come in,’ he calls, weary, expecting another melusine urging him to eat. 

instead of the small, long-eared souls he’d expected to see, the door opens to you. he stands abruptly, the stacks sliding to the floor and scattering loose leafs of paper onto the floorboards. 

‘mon cœur?’ he stares at you, wide-eyed in surprise, the tips of his pointed years carmine. if it were anyone else, you’d think they weren’t happy to see you. but this is your neuvillette, and the immediate stop of rainfall as the clouds give way to clear blue out the window, and the subsequent chirping of the birds on the sills speak volumes. 

he makes haste, meeting you in the middle of his office before hesitating, and you nod gently at him. he gathers you in his arms, soft and warm against the firm planes of his hold. he cups your face in his palms, kissing you deeply, a clear message of i missed you passed into your breath and into your heart. it beats rapidly against your sternum, swelling with promise to take good care and spoil your sweet, tenderhearted boyfriend. he parts from you reluctantly, breathing your scent in and pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. ‘did you have a safe journey?’ 

‘i did, i apologise for taking so long–,’ he shakes his head quickly, and you laugh lightly. ‘and since you liked it so much last time,’ you push up your sleeves, showing him your forearms. he gasps quietly, azure gaze following the tawny trail of lumidouce bells, rainbow roses and romaritime flowers drawn into the skin of your forearms and the back of your hands with artful precision, vines connecting and curling around them beautifully. his heart warms at the thoughtful gift - sumerian culture imbued with his in mind.

a rainbow spreads through the sky outside, the melusines letting out a sigh of relief, patting each other on the back for a job well done. 

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[cherryredstars]

Hi! I really really love how you write for Simon. Like honestly it is so good. I saw that you're taking regular requests right now, so if it's okay could I request some jealous/insecurity headcanons or a oneshot (any format really) for Simon? Like maybe him and the reader are still working toward being more secure but there's still those moments where there needs to be some reassurance and a bit of comfort.

I just loved your cocky!Simon headcanons and I would love to see the progression of him getting to that point if you know what I mean lol.

Also congrats on 1k!! You deserve it!! I love your blog.

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x gn!reader

Warnings: Fluff, Insecurities, Mentions of Simon’s Trauma, Angst (???) with Comfort

Summary: He just needs a little reassurance sometimes.

A/N: I need to write for Simon more, I miss him!!

Word Count: 1.6K (Edited)

Simon’s been jealous before. Envious being a better word. 

He used to be jealous of all the kids who had a loving home to go to. Jealous of peers with perfect parents and perfect siblings. Jealous of all the things he felt like he should have but couldn’t get. But this is a new kind of jealousy, a new insecurity. One so ugly and consuming that he feels particularly shameful of it. 

He knows relationships, especially for him, are all about time. Everything is about time. Hell, he spent fucking months trying to come to terms with the fact that he liked you. Spent even more time building up the courage to ask you out on a date and begin a relationship with him. Add on to that the long hiatuses caused by deployment? This whole relationship is a slowly spinning clock. 

But he’s here, a newly taken man with the kindest thing on his arm. He should be grateful, and he is grateful! Truely, undoubtedly grateful for the opportunity you have given him. But, he can’t help wanting more. From himself mostly, but also from you. And it frustrates him, frustrates him to no end because he knows he’s the reason why the both of you can’t have more. You have told him countless times, drilling it into his head like a daily affirmation that you’re okay with that. That would wait however long it took for Simon to get the hang of this. To fully comprehend what it means to be yours and how to navigate through it. And he is so blessed to have someone so understanding waiting up on him. 

But he sees the difference. Sees the way how natural, how fucking easy it is for you to talk and interact with everyone else. Can see how easy it is for everyone else to interact with you. Things he can’t comfortably do yet. It makes a dark well of hatred form in his stomach because he can't understand why it has to be so hard for him. Why he got the shitty deal of cards, why he got the short end of the stick. He knows, realistically, that it's his fault. So what if his shitty family life and not so glory-filled military career played a part in it? It's still Simon’s own actions at the end of the day. 

It’s fucking torture to watch the casual touches everyone lays on you. How easy it is for your friends to playfully shove your shoulder when you tell a joke, how they don’t hesitate to wrap you in a tight hug when you greet them, how they casually rest their chin or head on your shoulder and complain about everything that went wrong today. Fucking hates how confident people are as they try to flirt with you, how they could so easy articulate their attraction towards you in mere minutes when Simon can’t even do it in months. It makes him want to throw himself against a wall until his screwed up head fixes himself.

And you just look so happy. Smiling at your friends and returning the physical touches with ease. Face beaming with joy as you wrap someone in a hug or link their arm with yours. How you just fucking glow at the compliments given to you by your friends or a passing stranger in the street. He wishes so desperately that he could give you that, that he can casually walk into a room and tell you how fucking stunning you look instead of keeping it in his head. Wishes he could casually grab your hand without feeling like his skin was just dipped into a tub of acid. The only thing that keeps him together is your instant dismissal of anyone that tries to flirt with you, a proud look on your face as you say I have a boyfriend.

But he knows that it doesn’t look like it. Not when there is an obvious space between the two of you as you walk together. Not when he doesn’t make a single move to wrap his arm around you in a crowded space so you don’t get separated. He definitely screams boyfriend when he just watches someone come up to you and try to get into your pants instead of marking his claim on you. Safe to say, he doesn’t expect to find a Best Boyfriend Ever mug under the tree during the holidays this year. 

He knows it pains you too. Can see it every time you instinctively go to grab him only to stop midway through and you give him a bashful smile. Sees how painfully obvious it is when he comes back from deployment and you and him stand outside the terminal gate awkwardly because you don’t know how to greet him if it isn’t with a tight hug. It’s painted all over your face when the both of you are at a group hangout with friends and you watch with an envious gleam in your eyes how the couples are squished into each other’s sides or sitting in their laps. A sharp pain runs through his chest when he can’t even drape his arm over your shoulders to comfort you. He knows that the small smile you give him when you turn towards him is because you know he won’t, even if he really wants to. 

He hates that he can’t give you the simplest of things. Things that are supposed to be so natural in a relationship. Things that were promised to you when he asked you to be his partner. Things that make you so happy. He hates the idea that he’s robbed you of something. That something being a happy and normal relationship. That feeling builds and builds until he’s an insecure mess on your couch as you guys have a movie night.

You’re on opposite sides of the couch, something that makes him want to choke himself out. He’s spread out, arms thrown over the top of the sofa and legs spread. You’re pushed into the arm of the sofa, making sure none of your limbs touch him accidentally. He almost wants to throw up when the actors on screen run into each other’s arms and a small ‘aww’ leaves your lips with a dizzying smile. His hands clench and unclench as the movie ends. You sit up stretching and about to leave for a bathroom break before putting on the next movie when Simon speaks up. 

“I’m sorry.”

Your head snaps to him quickly, a confused furrow forming in between your brows. You’re about to open your mouth to question him when he continues, “I’m trying, but…it’s hard.”

It’s not much of a clarification, but you still understand what he’s talking about. A sympathetic smile comes across your face as you approach him. This time, you sit next to him but still not touching him. A tenseness leaves Simon’s body, preferring you close by even if he can’t touch you. You’re fully turned to him, a look of admiration on your face as you study him. The look ignites his soul and that little well of hate dries up the tiniest bit. 

“I know you have, and I’m so, so proud of you, Si.” The small tilt of your head and soft smile makes him want to nuzzle his face into your neck and shower you in his own praise. He knows he’s practically glowing from your words, and he can’t find it in himself to be embarrassed. 

“Still… I know how happy it would make you. Just… please.” He doesn't know when the lump formed in his throat, but he tries to subtly get rid of it. 

The way you melt into the couch also makes him melt into the fabric. The two of you study each other for a moment, taking in each other’s presence. Slowly you get up and Simon moves to get up too, a moment of panic running through his veins before it dies away when you grab his empty mug from the coffee table. You give him another soft smile as you hold the cup tightly in your grasp.

“Of course, Simon. Thank you for trying. Thank you for wanting to try for me. That is what makes me happy” 

You leave Simon there, excusing yourself to make him more tea and going to the bathroom. He sits and stares at the TV, a new feeling emerging in his chest. It pushes away the insecurity and that hatred and the jealousy. It expands until his own body is buzzy and a puff of air leaves him. Everything feels lighter, brighter now. This feeling is new. One so beautiful and consuming that he feels particularly at peace with it. Love, he thinks. He thinks it might just be love.

So when you come back to sit at his side, mindlessly blowing at the surface of his cup of tea before giving it to him, he lets the tips of his fingers purposely brush over yours. He holds your gaze, making sure you know it wasn’t an accident. A beaming smile forms on your face and he feels a smaller one form on the rim of his mug. He turns away then, sipping on his tea as you look for the next movie to put on. 

He doesn’t touch you again that night. But it still made all the difference. That one, singular touch was worth everything. 

The next night, he comes back to your apartment and stares down at the new mug that greeted him when he opened the cabinet. His finger rubs against the printed words with a lovesick smile. 

Best Boyfriend Ever.

I ♡ Simon Riley mug when???

[stardewsnail]

Can you write head cannons of how the bachelors would react when jealous? Perhaps they heard their farmer was giving gifts to other bachelors. Can be NSFW. K love you byeee

This is a bit inconsistent because of how familiar I am with them/how interesting I thought their reactions would be–some of these are head canons and some of them are drabbles. Somewhere along the way I realized I switched from they/them pronouns to she/her so I guess this is about a fem farmer now lol–hope you enjoy! 

Bachelors get jealous 

MINORS DNI; cw: sexual activity, jealousy, sad boi hours

Shane 

- very different if he’s with the farmer or not bc I feel like he’s used to being envious of others 

- When he sees the farmer bringing Elliot a bottle of wine or Sam a cactus fruit he feels like he has no valid reason to be jealous. He’s just embarrassed and ashamed of his own feelings.  

- Like, obviously the pretty, successful, kind farmer isn’t going to be interested in him? He’s working at the Joja mart and drinking away his money—he’s barely keeping it together and he comes with a kid. Not exactly the biggest catch

- After the cliffs he had come to terms with his crush and is just sort of leaving it because he cannot imagine her reciprocating his growing feelings. That’s fine, he loves having her in his life regardless. He doesn’t have the expectation that they’ll ever return his feelings and that’s okay. He gets a therapist and focuses on getting better for himself and the others in his life

But if they’re together it’s different

- He retreats into himself and has a bit of a mental spiral (ranging from “it was bound to happen eventually” to “oh god our chickens are going to come from a broken home”) 

- Fortunately he has a therapist to work through things with so he’s able to actually express himself to the farmer in a healthy way and receive the emotional validation that the farmer does in fact love them and their chickens will grow up with parents who love each other 

- He’ll pull her onto his lap or against his chest and if the vibe is right the cuddling might turn into a make out session which might get handsy—Shane is extra needy after all this, lingering through the motions. After sex he stays inside her for a minute, just sharing breath and being as close as possible

- Shane alternates being big and little spoon don’t @ me 

I feel like Shane having a therapist pulls a lot of the “drama” out of him being jealous because he’s so focused on developing healthier coping strategies so him talking about his feelings directly is a big step!

...

Sebastian 

Pre relationship

“Motherfucker-!” Sebastian snarled, watching his avatar die yet again. In his headset Sam groaned, quickly meeting a similar fate. Abigail, now left alone, didn’t fare much better. 

“Okay, it’s 4, I’m calling…” A yawn cut through Sam’s words, “….it.” 

Sebastian winced, glancing at the clock, “Damn—yeah. Night, guys.” It was stupid late. He was going to regret this tomorrow. No, actually, he was already regretting it. Now he was just pissed at the game and at—he shoved that thought down, feeling heat rise to his face. He dropped heavily onto the bed, arm thrown over his eyes. His head hurt. 

And he really didn’t want to deal with the bolt of anger that shocked him when he saw Alex throw his arm around the farmer. Her face was lit up with laughter as they shared some joke—the jock had only touched her for a moment and sure, it might not actually mean anything—but he was jealous. And even a solid nine hours of league had done nothing to subdue the feeling that boiled in his chest. It wasn’t even like the farmer didn’t talk to him either—and while she brought everyone little gifts, he’d had the thought that maybe his were special. A foolish, hopeful thought. Alex was outgoing, athletic, and only still lived at home to care for his grandparents. Sebastian was a twenty-four year old college dropout living in his mom’s basement filling his time with gaming. God, he really was a loser. Fortunately he was unconscious before he really had to deal with that. 

… 

Knock, knock, knock

Sebastian groaned, burrowing farther under his pillow. His mom always woke him up when she made breakfast even if he wasn’t actually required to get up. Maybe later he could ask her what she knew about the farmer. He was pretty sure she was still working on upgrading their coop anyway. It wouldn’t be an odd question. He rolled over, trying to relax back down into sleep. 

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when the second knock sounded. If he ignored it, chances are his mom would leave him be. But then she knocked again, a little harder this time. He swore under his breath as he hauled himself out of bed, not bothering to hit the lights before throwing open the door with more force than strictly necessary. 

The farmer’s hand was still raised to knock and she froze, looking up at him with raised eyebrows. 

Sebastian’s entire brain blue-screened. It crashed. It attempted to restart. It failed. It tried again but all that came up was how he must look—an old band t-shirt, unbrushed hair, stubbled chin, frog-print boxers—holy shit he wasn’t even wearing pants.  

“Good morning!” She said, cheeks pink. It certainly wasn’t morning, that much he knew.  Sebastian wished the floor would swallow him right then and there. “Sam said you guys were up late playing games so I brought you this,” she held up the coffee in her other hand, “Robin said I was fine to come down, I didn’t think you’d be asleep, sorry—“ 

“I needed to get up anyway,” he said, a bit too fast. He ran his hand over his hair, trying to judge its state and was quickly dismayed. Fuck, she was pretty. Great impression Sebastian. Great job. 

“Thank you,” he added, finally accepting the warm paper cup. 

“I started growing coffee beans a while ago,” she continued, fidgeting and definitely noticing his lack of pants, “This is the first of it. Let me know how it is, I’m still experimenting with roasting.”

“Oh wow,” he took a sip realizing not only was the coffee delightful, she’d also added cream and just a touch of sugar–exactly how he took it, “This is really good. Thank you.” 

She lit up, “Oh good! I was hoping you’d like it.” She was hoping he’d like it? Him specifically? The caffeine hadn’t hit him yet, but the taste of coffee still got his brain moving. He noticed the fishing pole sticking out of her pack.

“Are you headed to the lake?” he asked, before he could really think it through.

“Yeah–I wanted to do some fishing,” she rocked on her feet, “I’ll let you get back to it–”

Shit, that hadn’t been his intent.

“D’you want company?” he cut her off, flushing when she just looked up at him with a smile.

“That would be really nice–you can tell me about your game. It sounded fun but I didn’t quite understand when Sam was talking about it.” 

“Great,” he said, “I’ll uh…meet you out there?” He still wasn’t wearing pants.

 Dating 

Sebastian trusted his girlfriend. That wasn’t the issue. The issue was that seeing her smile and shyly give Elliot a bottle of her mead had shaken the dust off his old companion, jealousy, and now he didn’t know what to do with the itch in his skin.

He’d spent the day working on his bike, music blasting, a scowl etched on his face. At some point Demetrius had come out to say something, but a glance at Sebastian’s face had him simply turning tail back to the house. 

It was better he got it all out of his system before he met up with the farmer at the saloon. 

Some time and a hot shower later he was entering the saloon, wondering if she had beat him there–and she had. 

And Elliot was there, fawning over the farmer who had a hand over her mouth to stifle her giggles as the writer told some dramatic story, talking with animated hands. 

He was across the bar in a second, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her against his side. The lazy grin he gave Elliot was more a challenge than anything–he didn’t know where this sudden boldness was coming from–Elliot didn’t seem like the type to pull something but there was a primal need to mark his territory. The farmer was his.  

She flashed him a grin, her hand coming to rest in his back pocket, and finished what she was saying. 

“Hey, babe,” she said, pushing to her toes to press a quick kiss to his lips, “I got here early–want to get in some practice before Sam and Abby show up?”

“Need a warm up?” he teased, “Think that will help you beat me?”

“One of these days,” she bumped his hip with her own, “I’m gonna win. Talk to you later, Elliot!” she added. Elliot said something in response before slinking back to where Leah was sitting, watching as if this was her very own reality TV show.

...

Harvey

Harvey wasn’t jealous. The farmer was just a friend–she was kind and generous and liked giving gifts! Most mornings she popped by the clinic to bring him a coffee and chat for a few minutes between appointments. 

It was only natural for her to prefer someone less devoted to their work, younger and more aligned with the pop culture she was familiar with. Sam was a ray of sunshine, and seeing him light up when the farmer had offered him a cactus fruit had sent a spike of something that was not jealousy through his chest. 

He spends all his free time for the next few days pouring over his model planes, completing two kits in record time. Between that and the kids in town catching something nasty and viral, he hadn’t even seen her in a week. Which was fine. 

He hadn’t anticipated her to be waiting right outside the door of the clinic, swinging it open as soon as the lock turned. If he had been any slower, she probably would have hit him with it. Her eyes were piercing as she held out the coffee, a small frown on her face.

“Have you been avoiding me?” her words were blunt and heat rose to his face, hands raised as if that would be enough to convince her of his words. 

“No–no, I just–well–” he swallowed, looking anywhere but her face, “You just seemed busy and like you were spending time with Sam and–” She was giving him this small smile that had his stomach turn to jelly, and now he didn’t know what to do with his hands. She held out the coffee. 

“Want to meet up at the saloon later?”

“Yes!” His reply might have been a bit eager,  but he didn’t care because her face simply lit up. 

“Great, it’s a date.” and then she turned out the door, going on her merry way before he could even process her words. 

...

Alex

- to be honest before they’re dating I think he would just AGGRESSIVELY do push ups where the farmer could see 

- or he’ll make a comment about how hot Haley is looking to the farmer

- Either way he tells Haley about “how well he handled it” and she is so, so tired. 

Alex doesn’t care that the farmer went all the way into the mines to find that special rock for Sebastian. It wasn’t even Sebastian’s birthday or anything, she was just nice and he was not bothered. 

He wasn’t bothered when he was doing push-ups.

He wasn’t bothered when he was squating. 

He wasn’t even bothered while doing his deadlifts. 

And while he showered, he totally wasn’t thinking about how she looked so pleased when she showed him the gem, mentioning that it was Sebastian’s favorite.

Now they were sitting on her bed, watching some movie that he couldn’t quite parse over his churning thoughts. He’d been inching closer and closer without realizing, and now he shifted to rest his head in her lap watching her instead of the movie. 

Immediately her hands found their way to stroke through his hair. She smoothed his brow, and he realized he’d been frowning. 

“What’s up?” she asked, ever perceptive. 

“Nothing,” he replied reflexively, and she paused the movie, waiting for him to continue.

“You…like me, right?” His voice was quiet, and if it wasn’t her he would be too embarrassed to ask such a vulnerable question. 

“I love you, actually.” She said it so casually he took a second to process the confession. Her smile was soft. 

Never one for words over actions, he sat up, closing the distance between them with a kiss.

...

Sam 

- I feel like Sam would try to cover any jealousy with a smile and positive attitude but something about the farmer “doting” on Alex and making him baked salmon really bothered him 

- He asks Shane for advice because that’s his work dad/adult and Shane just looks up at the security camera like it’s the office but does try to give advice because he’s fond of the kid 

- His advice is literally just for Sam to make a move because so help him god if he has to head about the farmers eyes one more time 

...

Elliot 

- He’s in denial that he’s jealous 

- I feel like Elliot’s solution to every emotional problem is writing

- He would probably end up projecting it onto his characters writing a scene where somebody is jealous (because he’s not jealous nope. He’s not jealous at all) 

- He’s a little moodier, a little more sardonic and eventually the farmer asks what’s bugging him–he assures her that it’s just difficulty with his novel

- He doesn’t say he’s jealous nope

- He's just gonna go full Gomez Addams and make love to them in a bit of a frenzy—I’m talking a trail of clothes, fucking her right on his desk.

- He’s leaving hickies, the farmer is being claimed 

- The farmer is being RAVISHED 

- He probably won’t bring it up bc he does trust the farmer completely and knows it’s his own anxiety and the farmer more than reassured him on the reg and he can trust that

...

I’m hiding my dumbass notes waaaaaaay down here

I wrote this while zoinked and made up a whole ass bachelor named Mike and sat there for a good min wondering why I could remember anything about Mike, who the FUCK is Mike????

Am I writing Elliot ravishing the farmer on the desk? Yes, but this reply was getting a little long so it’s coming later

I’ve been a little slow on requests lately, but my spouse is going to be out of town for the next month so I should have a lot more time to working on these :) it brings me such joy every time I get that lil notification, thanks y’all <3

[toastedjeans]

hi sorry really ask that you don't need to answer this question, What would be the reaction of the characters from Siren Tower to those from Failure Tower? Again you don't need to respond sorry for the inconvenience

First up, sorry i didn't draw for this, it makes me too nervous for some reason. I'll try to describe their reactions as best as i can! Also sorry if i get something wrong.

Oh and another thing. They won't understand each other because of the language barrier between human and siren language. Maybe the Fakers could understand each other a little bit but I'll get to that.

Starting with the Peppers. I feel like Peppercrab would try to motivate Failure Pepperman with his art. Cause i imagine the paintbrush hand would be much harder to control than a regular brush. Peppercrab is basically like "look, if i can make art with my claws, so can you!" Now if Failure Pepperman is motivated by that or envious is up for debate

Moving along to the Vigilantes, i think the moment Siren Vigi sees his Failure counterpart, he will assume it was some human who killed him. He already believed humans were evil creatures who just want to harm innocent beings, and seeing his ghost makes him hate humans even more. He swears he will avenge Failure Vigi's death. He might be a sea slug, but don't underestimate him lol

Now the Fakers i think could potentially even understand each other. Either because Siren Faker knows a little bit of human language, or because clones just understand each other naturally. Anyway, i think Siren Faker would be really excited to see a more human version of himself. He would probably keep poking Failure Faker, or even hug him if he allows it.

The Noises wouldn't get along i think. Siren Noise would spit water on Failure Noise, or keep touching his exposed skin, knowing fully well that it will hurt the other. Until Failure Noise gets so mad he grabs his shark version by the wrists and tries to throw him to the side, and then they'd start fighting.

(for clarity: Noisette = Failure Tower, Hazel = Siren Tower) The girls would get along well i feel like. Hazel would offer Noisette various of her baked goods, and then just keep talking while Noisette listens. She points at Noisette's trans pin and goes "omg me too!!", and she'd probably asks about the mask cause she thinks it's cute. I don't think Noisette would take it off, and Hazel respects that of course.

Now the Peppinos. I like to think Failure Peppino and Gustavo would both meet up with Siren Peppino. Siren Pep would be confused because that Gustavo looks so similar to that shark man who saved his life once, and who now lives in his bath tub. Would that mean that they'll end up together as well? Not that he would mind. Also he'd be jealous of Failure Pep's clothes cause he sees that as him having an actual good running business and not being in debt anymore.

And uh, that's it! Sorry i couldn't think of much, and sorry again if i got something wrong!

[wulvert]

I hope this isn’t one of those impossible to answer questions but, how did you start drawing/stay motivated?? I’ve wanted to make comics/ just draw in general for awhile but my art always looks BADDDD and seeing people (like my bf for example) be great at art and even going to university for it it’s like…. Huhhggugugufufgguugufufufuufufufufuueuwuaaaaaaaaa- and demotivates me a little, yk??

i started drawing bc i wanted to draw warrior cats

staying motivated is different for everyone, for me, NOW I really want to be able to draw my ocs fast and efficiently, im the only one who can draw my ocs because im the only one who knows them so i must do it, and i want to draw them well so I must improve. This may not work for everyone but I am an insanely jealous person, I covet so hard. obvs we covet what we see every day, so following artists I'm jealous of makes me want to get better, and to get better i must keep drawing so one day i can be like twitter user #42. I guess that's finding inspiration. maybe FIND INSPIRATION!!! is a nicer recommendation than become ENVIOUS. sorry. follow your inspirations.

Making drawing not a painful gut wrenching experience is incredibly important, personally I like to get something DONE, i want to fail FAST and move onto the next thing, I rarely sketch and i do thick non intricate line art to accommodate this, if i was forcing myself to do insanely rendered portraits every day i would stop drawing, i dont like it or find it fun! maybe once in a blue moon is a good time.

Doing figure drawings is genuinely the biggest game changer, not even to get better at art, obviously it does that but as a side effect it makes drawing so much easier, if i want to draw a full body now It is not a battle, i can just do that, even if it is wonky i can complete it without struggling on a sketch for three hours. I think improving your fundamentals makes drawing more fun and less like a slog to get through. I started trying to do figure drawing every day a couple months ago, i dont always manage but i try to get it most days of the week & now the way i feel about drawing has flipped entirely, the amount of art i post has like quadrupled since september.

Feeling bad about your art is normal! I have never felt happy with mine, i know i cant draw faces very well and i avoid feet but I will get there one day if i keep it up, im focusing my reference drawing on faces atm! I am the happiest with it i have ever been just because im having fun with it for the first time in a long time but I still have a long way to go. Keeping it up is hard but it is worth it if its something you enjoy :) Finding method that you enjoy drawing with takes a long time, It took me years to figure out i just do not like using pen pressure at all whatsoever & since then digital drawing has become a lot less physically painful for my hand lol.

also making comics just helps a lot. you dont have time to make everything perfect, you just have to keep drawing and getting better. u will hate all your old pages eventually it genuinely rules.

I hope this doesnt read as BECOME ENVIOUS AND SPIT OUT DRAWINGS FAST WITH NO REGARD FOR QUALITY bc that isnt what i mean, i just mean streamlining my process helped me find what i like to focus on in my art which is shape and colour, and learning how to make shapes better helped me have more fun. I like quality and spending time perfecting things i just like spending time on the things i care about! & now im trying to branch out into other non illustration stuff im just having a good time.

soz this is long i hope it answered ur question in some form

[iwanttolaunchmyselfintothesun]

i will leave this here and y'all can tell me what you think lol!!! IT'S PERCABETH BUT MAKE IT DRAMATIC, JELOUSY-ADDLED AND HORNY !!

Percy's downfall on the road to love is the day he moves in down the street from Annabeth. 

Because the same day Percy moves in, is the same day Luke moves out, and already she hates him.

At 12, he'd excitedly barrelled out of the moving van, eager to greet the neighbourhood kids after six hours in a car with his parents, and for the most part, they'd responded back in kind. Grover had been particularly happy to have a new playmate in the same grade as him. 

Everyone had greeted him warmly, and then there had been Annabeth.

Her grey eyes, already so unique, piquing his curiosity almost immediately, because he'd never met a girl with such interesting eyes before, they’d been tinged dark, stormy. 

Because as Percy had come to find out, with Percy's arrival in the neighbourhood, had come Luke's departure and the distance between a boy two years older and a girl hopelessly in love had become insurmountable. 

Annabeth had been frosty, to say the least.

And despite his best efforts, worming his way under her skin, so many summers, so many camps spent together, Christmas Eves, block parties, you name it, Percy's downfall remained the same. 

Luke Castellan.

Percy has never been one to play the game of jealousy. He’s been jealous, envious so long now that he’s grown used to it. 

How long have Annabeth and Luke been dating now? Four years? Maybe five? 

They’d started dating in high school, right around the time Annabeth developed boobs, an ass that had him hiding during gym class and finally tamed her crazy blonde curls. 

The spunk that Percy had always found cute, endearing, living to wage war just to watch Annabeth outwit him, well other boys started finding it cute too. They used to think she was annoying, hanging out with the boys, her knees always dirty, her hair forced into an aggressive ponytail just so it wasn’t in her way. They didn’t look twice. Percy had always looked though, always been a little in love, even if it was hard to admit to himself. But he’d held back, unsure of her feelings towards him, because every speck of affection Percy got from her, would read into and agonize over in the dark of the night, well Luke got that tenfold. So Percy had never confessed, and the day high school had started and Annabeth had walked in, her beautiful gold ringlets hanging loose around her face, just begging to be tugged on, and wearing something other than jeans and a sweatshirt, well Percy had been screwed. 

Luke, two years older and well-versed in her affection, had snatched her right up before Percy even had a chance to think. They’ve been dating ever since, and Percy has wanted to kill him ever since. But he’s playing the long game, the game of Annabeth one day realizing she’s way too good for the asshole who ditches her every Saturday night for football practice, who won’t follow her to museums just to watch her coo over the architecture. 

So here he is, jealousy is nothing new to him, it’s his every fucking day. As if on cue, Annabeth sprints towards him from across the quad, they’d had plans to meet up for coffee after their morning classes. 

She’s waving aggressively, one hand held up to her ear as she clutches her phone and in the morning light she’s so very pretty, those gold curls taunting him, begging to be tugged at. It’s a privilege he’s not allowed, though, and one he’s never seen Luke take advantage of. Bastard. All Percy’s little ADHD brain wants to do is yank at them, run his fingers through the ringlets, they’d be so soft, would his hand get caught? How would they feel? As she appears in front of him, he resists the urge to reach his hand out and touch them. 

That would be weird… super weird and not worth the consequences. 

Annabeth arrives in a flurry of movement, her hand on his arm for a quick squeeze and a bright smile while she finishes up her phone conversation. 

“I’ll see you later, baby.” Percy wants to throw up, as he hears the response on the other end of the line, Luke’s rich timbre and Annabeth’s subsequent happy little sigh. Ugh. 

She turns to him as she hangs up, “Seaweed brain, what are you up to?” Resisting the urge to throw up his breakfast, that’s what. 

He plasters on a smile, allowing her to link their arms as she drags him towards the popular campus coffee shop, “I just finished class and I desperately need caffeine.” Annabeth grins, leaning into him, and is it any wonder he’s in love with her? When she’s doing stuff like this? 

Physical affection is so deeply ingrained in their relationship that it would be weird if he called it out now, but god, is it sweet, sweet torture. 

Her chest is locked tight against his arm and as usual, Percy has to recite the alphabet backwards to avoid thinking about Annabeth’s very impressive assets.

She has nice boobs and Luke is a lucky man, but sometimes he really wishes Annabeth were just a little more aware of the fact that he is a hot-blooded male and the urge to look doesn’t just go away because they’re besties. 

He very much wants to look… and feel, especially because she’s wearing a disturbingly low cut shirt and they look absolutely fantastic today. No! Bad Percy! No impure thoughts! 

He tunes back into the conversation when Annabeth smacks him, her brows furrowed, “Have you been listening to anything I’ve been saying?” No, he’s been having an existential crisis over her tits, obviously. 

Percy shrugs and she smacks his arm again. This time, Percy tries valiantly to keep his eyes on her face and his ears in the conversation. They’re in the coffee shop now, that much he’s noticed. “Sorry,” Percy jokes, “I told you I need caffeine.”

Annabeth sighs before dragging him up to the register, “Get him the largest cold brew coffee you’ve got please, and I’ll have a Grande pumpkin spice.” Without another word, Percy pulls out his wallet, and before she can protest too much, he hip checks her out of the way. 

The cashier is looking at him in amusement as Percy taps his card against the machine, “Spunky one you’ve got there.” “Don't remind me,” Percy groans, and he can practically feel the little blonde heathen’s gaze drilling bullets into his head, and sure enough as he turns, she’s glowering at him from the pickup counter. She hates when he pays for things, it infuriates her in a way that has Percy paying for stuff just to see the look on her face. She’s so fucking cute. 

She gives him the silent treatment for a cool minute and a half before she reluctantly starts talking again, “You’re such a dick.” “I’m sorry I didn’t realize paying for your coffee was such an asshole move, I’ll be sure to let all the other men know.” 

“You never let me pay.” “And I never will, accept it, wise girl.” She continues to fume as their coffee orders are called out, cheeks puffed up, and grey eyes stormy, “I’ll get you back one of these days.” He hands her the pumpkin spice latte she’d ordered smugly, “I’d like to see you try.” And that, that scene right there, is how Rachel Elizabeth Dare enters the picture: disastrously. 

She’s coming in to pick up an online order, pumpkin spice judging from the cup, just like Annabeth.

As soon as she spots him, her eyes light up, just like they have every time since that first political science course. “Percy!” Percy for the second time today, feels like he could throw up his breakfast, especially when Annabeth’s keen grey eyes lock onto Rachel like a heat sinking fucking missile. 

It actually feels wrong that her eyes aren’t glowing, and the whole coffee shop isn’t erupting into a mass explosion, Percy would almost actually prefer it. 

“Rachel,” Percy greets awkwardly, teeth gnashed into some semblance of a smile. 

This isn’t something Percy had ever wanted to occur. 

Because side chicks, from Percy’s deeply rudimentary understanding of the player mentality, are not in fact supposed to meet the main chick.

And Annabeth, despite having a long-term boyfriend, is 100% the main chick. 

He awaits death. 

“Hey, I didn’t expect to see you here, I’m just between my art courses right now, next is nude modeling,” Rachel winks, “You still sure you don’t want to volunteer.” Percy curses Rachel’s normally endearing confidence, because there is no possible way Annabeth can misconstrue this.

No possible way he can misconstrue this to Annabeth. 

Percy laughs awkwardly, feeling Annabeth fidget beside him, her fingers drumming against her coffee cup, her lips pursed tight in displeasure. Shit, shit, shit, he has to get out of this situation and quickly. “I’ll pass, but umm we actually really have to go, so I’ll see you later–” “Tonight,” Rachel presses him, “Tonight, you said you were free Wednesday nights right?” “Yes.” Damn him and his pre-planning, damn all the stupid ADHD strategies and coping mechanisms has mother has drilled into him! 

“Tonight then,” Rachel grins before turning her gaze to the very furious blonde next to him, he can practically feel her vibrating. Annabeth does not like being left out of the loop, and seeing as how Percy hasn’t even introduced her yet, she is probably at an all-time level of furious. “This is umm Annabeth, my best friend,” Percy trips over his words, struggling to introduce her fast enough and even still, his infuriated blonde does not look impressed. 

Rachel on the other hand absolutely beams at the introduction, probably thrilled to finally meet his infamous best friend, “Percy has told me so much about you, great to meet you.” “You as well,” Annabeth replies primly, her hand held out for a shake, “I’m so sorry I don’t think Percy has mentioned you before.”

Rachel chuckles, “I’m Rachel, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Percy and I are,” She pauses for a moment and the pause is truly damning, a secretive little smile on her lips, “Friends.” The way she says the word has Annabeth’s smiling, all teeth, murderous. “Of course,” His perky little blonde replies sweetly, like nothing is wrong, like she isn’t going to tear into him in a moment, “You’ll have to excuse us though Rachel, I need him for something.” “Bye,” Rachel hums happily, “I’ll see you later Percy.” Percy knows that he is doomed. 

Annabeth is in shock.

It has to be shock, there’s no other feeling it could be.

Because Percy, her best friend, golden retriever boy, gets…bitches? 

Annabeth genuinely doesn’t know what to say, she has to sit down on a park bench just to let it sink in.

Percy is looking her over worryingly, lip bitten between his teeth and a gentle hand on her arm, and when the hell did his hands get so big?

Too many things are changing, and Annabeth doesn’t like it at all.

Percy sits down next to her, awkwardly handing her coffee over, he’d taken it when he’d realized the fall risk was high.

“Was that umm your girlfriend or something?”

Percy scratches the back of his head nervously, “Or something.”

“Percy Jackson, you tell me right now or so help me god—”

He swallows nervously, those pretty green eyes of his darting away, avoiding her gaze, “We have a thing.” “What do you mean a thing?” 

“We hang out sometimes.” “Percy,” Annabeth huffs, losing her patience, “What do you mean?” His eyes dart back to her, and he grumbles, “Do I have to spell it out?” “You’re sleeping with her?”

“Surprise,” Percy mutters awkwardly, “I’m not a virgin anymore.” Annabeth has no idea what to do with this information.

Her mind, the one asset she can always count on, constantly in motion, fixing, planning, calculating and yet now, it is blank. 

An entire system reboot. It’s not like she thought Percy would remain a sexless virgin forever, he’s a boy after all, and to Annabeth’s immense chagrin her best friend is hot, really hot, actually. When they walk around campus together, other girls look on in jealousy in a way she’s only used to with Luke.  

So mentally, somewhere deep in the depths of her mind, she knew it would happen at some point. Annabeth just didn’t think she’d have to be confronted with it quite so obviously, or quite so soon. 

“Congratulations,” Annabeth forces out, eye twitching a little because she doesn’t really know what this means for their friendship. 

For as long as she can remember it’s always been Annabeth, Percy and Grover. And then, as high school started and Grover switched schools, it became Annabeth and Luke… And Percy.  

He’s never had a girlfriend before, and admittedly, Annabeth had been avoiding the possibility of it like the plague. 

But… it’s fine. It’ll all be fine. She has Luke and now maybe Percy will have this Rachel girl, and everything will be just fine. 

Fine. Is it cognitive dissonance? Absolutely, 100 % Annabeth meets the psychological definition she’d been studying in her textbook to a fucking T. Will she admit it? Absolutely not. 

So, she plasters on a smile, and turns to Percy, shoulder checking him playfully, “Glad you finally got some, I was starting to think you were a lost cause Jackson.” 

A small smile creeps up his lips, unsure, nervous, “Just a late bloomer Chase, what can I say?” 

Percy had reservations about the idea of Rachel and Annabeth meeting, it was everything he never wanted, worlds colliding, all of that. And yet, what is probably worse than the meeting itself, more awkward than her quizzing him about his relationship with Rachel, is probably her complete and utter indifference on the subject afterwards. She doesn’t bring it up again, doesn’t even acknowledge it, simply goes about her day and very pointedly avoids making any plans with him for any subsequent Wednesday nights. Percy doesn’t really know how to feel about it. 

Objectively, he knows Annabeth is in love with Luke, has been since she was a little girl. He can still remember their first meeting, how unimpressed she’d looked even as a ten-year-old, her nose turned up at Luke’s replacement. She’d turned pointedly to Grover and said very simply, “I miss Luke,” before heading off towards her house. Percy grew up with the knowledge that no matter what, he would always be inferior in Annabeth’s eyes, that he would never quite measure up to the handsome blonde boy that stole her heart with a crooked smile and eyes bluer than the sky. 

But still, Percy had kind of expected some… Kind of reaction from her upon meeting his first ever fling/situationship, whatever the kids are calling it these days. 

She’d barely reacted, and simply went on with her day, and she hasn’t asked him about it since. 

Percy watches her, sipping thoughtfully at his soft drink and then, as if compelled by some larger force, he kicks her shin lightly. 

Annabeth looks up from her homework to glare at him menacingly, “Percy, I’m trying to concentrate.” “Yeah, but I’m taking a break and if I take a break that means you have to take a break.” 

She looks up at him again, a scowl on her face, but she can’t hold it for long, her lips twitching up before she hits him. 

“You’re so annoying.” But she closes her book anyway and Percy smiles, his hand reaching for hers across the table, a compulsion he just can’t break. 

He steals her pen instead of lacing their fingers like he wants to, lets his touch linger just a little longer than is strictly appropriate, traces the line of her knuckles as he goes and shit her hands are so soft, beautiful. 

Annabeth has always had pretty hands, soft, dainty and made to draw, to ink the designs of large buildings, coliseums, plot out structures larger than life. 

He can’t help that he wants to touch them, who wouldn’t want to touch greatness? Her eyes are soft as she looks him over, heather grey, and fuck he hates it when she’s like this, soft for him, pretty, loving. It gives him hope, hope he’s not allowed to have. 

It makes him want things he shouldn’t want, makes him bolder than he should be. 

Percy decides self sabotage is the best way to fight her off, when in doubt, always best for him to stick his foot in his mouth. 

It’s one of his greatest strengths if he does say so himself. 

“How are things with Luke?” At this, Annabeth’s previously sweet countenance evaporates, her lips pursing up in irritation, all that cute sleepy contentedness going right out the window, just like his chance of a relaxing afternoon. 

“Busy, football season, you know,” Annabeth replies curtly, snatching her hand away from his to grab another pen that she almost immediately begins clicking in irritation. Got to love the ADHD rage kicking in. 

She doesn’t say much else, just glowers murderously at the nearest bookshelf, her pen clicking out death threats in Morse code. Percy has been best friends with Annabeth since they were ten, he knows exactly which buttons to press to get her to open up, she’s like an open book to him now. “C’mon Wise Girl, give me more than that, what’s going on?” “I don’t know,” She huffs, and blissfully the clicking stops, only for Annabeth to begin drawing angry scratch marks along her notes, enraged pink lines, “He’s barely talking to me, says he has practice all the time I don’t know what to do. I’m worried there’s another girl.” 

At this, Percy genuinely gawks at her, dropping his hand to the desk in affront, “Annabeth c’mon, there’s no way.” It kills Percy in the worst kind of way to defend Luke, but it’s also just the honest truth. 

Luke might be a shitty boyfriend most of the time, but he knows for sure the blonde really does care for Annabeth, even if privately Percy thinks they’ve both outgrown the relationship.

Luke cares for Annabeth in the way he always texts Percy when she has an exam, or tells him to look after her when they go out. Luke cares, but always from afar, and Percy is always left with the actual gruntwork, the boyfriendly duties the blonde should very much be fulfilling. Percy has no problem with this of course, he’d do it without Luke asking because Annabeth is his best friend, and he loves her, he’d always look after her. 

But Percy is also uniquely aware of the fact that he is a glorified boyfriend, but without the benefits. Example A: He’s in the library on a Tuesday night, sharing takeout and studying for an exam he doesn’t have tomorrow all so he can walk Annabeth home from the library. And who is she going to go home to? To their shared off-campus apartment, to canoodle and spend the rest of her night with? Fucking Luke Castellan. 

And yet, here he is, comforting her about him. As if on cue a text chimes through and Annabeth’s face lights up as she reads it, “Maybe I’m being too hard on him though, he just said he grabbed pizza for us.” “We just grabbed burgers,” Percy volunteers blandly and Annabeth barely looks up from her phone as she shoves her greasy brown paper bag towards him, “Here have mine, you need the protein anyway, don’t you have a swim meet next week?” He’d be flattered that she remembered if she actually looked up from her phone. 

After a minute she finally looks up, lip bitten between her teeth in that tell-tale look, the one that screams guilt, that she’s going to ditch him in precisely 0.2 seconds for her boyfriend. “Percy I’m really sorry do you think I can–” “Go,” Percy tells her, and it’s painless this time as she gets up, giving him a brief hug before she leaves, “You’re the best.” He’s left only moderately dejected in the library with food for two and studying he doesn’t need to do.

University is lonelier than he thought it would be, Percy thinks errantly, grabbing a curly fry from Annabeth’s bag. 

Then he calls up Rachel Elizabeth Dare. 

Might as well make it worth it. 

Objectively, Annabeth doesn’t mean to ignore Grover’s calls. His… thirty missed calls. 

Her phone rings again in her hand, interrupting her studying for about the tenth time in the last few minutes, and finally, she brings the phone to her ear, “Hello.” “Annabeth,” Grover sounds shocked that she actually picked up, and she truly has to wonder if the calls are for a good reason. “Yes, it’s me, the person you’ve called about forty times now,” She responds dryly, and she can imagine his wince on the other side of the phone. “Yeah sorry about that, I was just wondering if you’ve talked to Percy.” Percy. Annabeth frowns as she recounts the last time she saw him, their library study date last Tuesday, a week ago now, the one she’d had to cut short. 

Huh, weird, she really hasn’t seen him this week. 

“No,” Annabeth responds tentatively as she pulls up her and Percy’s text conversation on her computer, eyebrows knitted together as she goes over their many messages. 

“He seems fine, though we’ve been talking all week, said he aced his Ancient Greek quiz because I drilled architecture into his brain,” Annabeth boasts smugly as she rereads over their conversation, a smile coming to her lips. Seaweed Brain is killing college after all, she thinks fondly. Grover says nothing in her ear and the frown is back on her face, “What’s wrong? Has he not been responding to you or something? Did you two get into a fight?” 

It would be quite atypical if they had, it’s usually her and Percy who end up fighting over stupid shit. 

Grover hums on the other end of the line nervously, “We’re not fighting per se, it’s just I haven’t really been able to get a hold of him recently, and I thought maybe you were taking up all his time, that would make sense, but evidently not.”

“What do you mean ‘that would make sense’,” Annabeth imitates Grover’s gruff baritone with a scoff, “We’re not attached at the hip, we don’t spend all of our time together. I have a boyfriend, you know.” “I’m very aware,” Grover snarks back, a note of resentment to his tone, and Annabeth grabs her coffee so she doesn’t explode at him. 

Grover has never exactly been a fan of her and Luke dating, and he’s never really gotten over it. He can suck eggs though. 

“Percy is probably fine, I don’t know what you’re so worried about, he’s nineteen, not five, he’s probably just busy with swim practice, other friends you know the works.”

Annabeth tries her very best not to think of Rachel Elizabeth Dare as she lists all the things her best friend could be out doing, knowing that the redhead could be exactly what he’s out doing right now. 

“That's what I’m worried about,” Grover mumbles over the other end of the line and Annabeth sighs, “If you really want I’ll go check on him.” “Umm,” Grover sounds unsure now and Annabeth sighs in irritation, “Grover pick a struggle here, are you worried or not?” “Fine, fine, don’t worry about him, I’ll just keep trying to call.” “No,” Annabeth asserts, “You called me forty times, I’m gonna go over to his apartment and see how he’s doing.” 

“It was not forty Annabeth! And no, I don’t think that’s a good idea Percy is umm obviously busy with something, I’ll just wait until he resurfaces. It’s fine.” Annabeth reluctantly agrees before hanging up the phone, telling her very neurotic friend to cool his jets, preaching about the art of calmness. And then she spends the next twenty minutes glaring at her calculus homework. Because Grover might sort of be right, she hasn’t seen Percy in exactly a week, and despite talking over text he’s made absolutely zero move to see her. It’s very un-Percy like of him. It’s weird. 

She doesn’t like it at all. So, because she can’t concentrate on anything else, she packs up her stuff and trudges towards Percy’s apartment with purpose. What the hell is her best friend up to?

Percy, Annabeth finds out is studying. 

But not alone. No, to Annabeth’s immense horror she finds her best friend in the coffee shop on the first floor of his apartment building, a favourite haunt of his. He’s snacking on a scone and staring at his political science textbook like it holds the answers to all the questions of the universe, and next to him, smiling secretively with every glance up, is a girl. A very beautiful girl. 

A girl that is far too pretty to be sitting in this dingy little coffee shop with her best friend. She’s the kind of girl that you see on Pinterest, the girl everyone else wants to be, hair perfectly coiffed, falling in silky chocolate caramel waves down her back, like the most delicious caramel macchiato Annabeth has ever seen. 

Her eyes are a dark chocolate colour, framed by thick full lashes and everything about her is so striking that Annabeth has the undeniable urge to take her phone out and snap a picture, because she simply cannot be real. 

She smiles again, a hand darting out to pinch Percy’s arm, and he looks up at her with a smile of his own, one Annabeth realizes dully that she has missed over the past week without him. 

Shit. 

For the second time, Annabeth’s brain struggles to reboot, and she can almost hear the Windows XP startup sound in her head as her brain begins to compute the image in front of her. The conclusion she comes to is not one that she likes, not at all. 

Percy, her very innocent, very wholesome, loving best friend, might just possibly be… a player?

A whore? Is that the right word? Annabeth genuinely doesn’t know. 

Percy laughs at something the girl says, leaning in, and she watches with laser focus as he touches her arm, how comfortably he does so, how he doesn’t move his hand right away. The next thing she knows, said hand is wrapped around the girl’s waist and he’s leaning in to help her with something, close, so close, way too fucking close. 

Annabeth is left utterly confounded as she witnesses her best friend smoothly flirt with this beautiful girl, not an ounce of hesitation in him. He’s absolutely brimming with confidence, mouth at her ear, whispering things to her, cheeky jokes and an endless amount of reasons to touch her.

What do they say about change? That it’s good? That it brings innovation, all that jazz? 

After all where were modern architecture be without the change brought on by mother, Zaha Hadid? What about the differences between the ancient Greeks, the Romans, the aqueducts? 

So change is supposed to be good, that is well established, and hadn’t she been thrilled when she and Luke finally started dating, the best change to mark the rest of their lives together. 

But as she looks at Percy, changing right in front of her eyes, all she feels is cold dread. 

Her thoughts are insidious, selfish and worse than Percy deserves when he’s always so good to her. But all Annebth can think is that he shouldn’t be touching this girl so familiarly, shouldn’t be stealing sips of her coffee, shouldn’t be doing any of these things with anyone except her. 

Inexplicably, Annabeth finds herself grabbing her phone, typing in a number she knows by heart, etched into her fingertips, and before she can stop herself she’s dialing. She can’t help it as the tone rings in her ear, she just, she needs the reassurance, the knowledge that she’s still the most important no matter how selfish it may be. 

It takes two rings, and Annabeth watches with bated breath as Percy and the beautiful girl next to him both glance at his phone curiously. 

Will he answer it? She can pinpoint the exact moment he realizes it’s her because he’s snatching his phone like it’s about to burst into flame, giving the girl an apologetic smile before he’s standing up and walking away and then–

His voice is in her ear, a little out of sorts, but it’s the deep baritone she loves, raspy as he tries to keep himself quiet, “Hey.” Annabeth practically melts, her entire mood shifting, calm now with his attention, “Hey.” Percy chuckles on the other end of the line, and Annabeth watches as he heads towards the exit of the cafe, looking for somewhere quiet. Shit. She stumbles, hiding herself behind a nearby pillar and thanking the gods for structural building supports. 

“What’s up?” Percy asks and Annabeth allows her guilt to catch up with her finally because what the fuck is she doing? How needy is she? She’s calling him while he’s on a date? How very unhinged and very un-Annabeth of her, it’s actually ridiculous. “Umm,” She struggles, “Not much, just missed you.” This is evidently the wrong thing to say because she can hear his breath hitch, can feel how his smile has probably lit up like the sun, “Of course you did, I’m great I’d miss me too.” Before she can help it, she’s quipping right back, “I’ve changed my mind I don’t miss you anymore, you’re too smug already, you don’t need the attention.” “Wait–” He’s chuckling in her ear, “I do I need all the attention now tell me what’s up Annabeth?” Damn him!

“Umm not much, I just thought we could hang out later if you weren’t busy.” 

Annabeth glances around her pillar to see Percy lingering near the outside of the cafe, leaned up against his own pillar, she catches just enough of a glimpse to see him frown. 

“I’m a bit busy tonight,” Percy tells her evasively, “How about tomorrow?” Annabeth bites her lip, “I’m not sure if I can do tomorrow, yet I’ll let you know, I have a weird group project.” Percy laughs, “With the guy from your interactive arts and media class? The one who’s always wearing suspenders?” Annabeth groans, “Yes, that one.” “Good luck with that Wise Girl.” “Thanks Seaweed Brain I’ll need it.” “Okay well I’ll let you go then,” Percy tells her and Annabeth hums into the phone line, about to say her goodbyes, only vaguely comforted by the call. Because sure he’d picked up, but he hadn’t dropped everything for her. And shit is she going to become that girl best friend. Please gods no, she has to get it together. Just before they hang up though Percy gets one last line in, one last little sentence to melt her heart. “Hey Annabeth?” “Yeah?” “I missed you too.” And then he hangs up, and Annabeth watches her best friend walk back towards his date with another girl with the biggest smile on his face she’s ever seen. It hurts because she doesn’t know which girl the smile is for. 

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lando as dilf max's estranged son who comes to find him after original milf nico finally tells him who his dad is?? max loves being his dad and spoiling him and lando loves being spoiled, but definitely sees twink charles as competition for max's attention

Plss!! When Max was 18 he dates 21 year old Nico and alwsys teased Nico for being a cougar (how the tables have turned eith the Omega twink he is seeing now lol!)

They break up and nico is pregnant but doesn't tell Max, maybr isn't fully sure if it's max but Lando is so similar to his papa that he has to be!

Lando being 24 and wants to meet his dad but nico is hesitsnt, thinking Max maybe doesn't want to know Lando but Max is so excited, also eager to be on good terms with Nico!

Max spoils lando a lot and thinks it's amusing lando seems a little envious of Charles! He spoils both, takes them on holidays and gets Lando gaming equipment and Charles handbags and both are always welcome!

Also nico comes along one time and now charles is very jealous lol

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hey would headcanons for how the managers (maybe even bosses too) react to being told by someone that they get gender envy from them be a dumb idea or

Random Corporate Clash Headcanons, You Have Gender Envy Edition

Duck Shuffler

🎰He laughs a lot

🎰 Doesn't really have any outward reaction that shows how he feels, he just asks you if you want to spin his slots

🎰He was secretly kinda flattered

Prethinker

🧠"It's only logical that you should feel envious of someone as smart as me, no matter in what capacity"

🧠Um... I'm not sure he really understands what gender envy is

Derrick Man

🛢️"......."

🛢️"Okay."

🛢️He goes back to work

Deep Diver

🫧He doesn't really know or care if you meant in terms of him being male, female, or both. He's just happy he's apparently some kind of gender icon to you

🫧She will probably ask you if you're trans and if you are, give you some tips

🫧Free trans supplies!!!!!

Rainmaker

⛈️She's a little confused and says sorry she made you jealous

⛈️ Doesn't really get what it means

⛈️Will ask what she can do to make it better

Land Acquisition Architect

🚦He's a bit confused but he eventually asks you what that even means

🚦When it's explained to him, he just kinda shrugs and says he's just been himself

🚦Then asks you nicely to please get off the land of C.O.G.S., Inc.

Gatekeeper

⚔️She's proud of her apparent accomplishment. Gaze upon her! For she is perfect.

⚔️Potentially will give you trans advice that's veiled as an insult Ex: "Thine shirt art but a disgrace to see!" is her way of saying your shirt looks great but does you no favors in trying to pass if that's something that you worry about.

Witch Hunter

🔱Scoffs and basically tells you to leave

🔱Thinks you're just tryna sweet talk him

Public Relations Representative

🧱He says thank you and asks if there's anything he could do to help ease any possible gender dysphoria you have

🧱Will probably try to talk to you more frequently afterwards

Bellringer

🔔Doesn't really know what it means

🔔Asks you if you're trans and/or have gender dysphoria

🔔Will then try to have a very loud discussion with you

Multislacker

🥪"Oh... that's, like, a trans thing, right? Sorry... I don't really know a whole lot about that."

🥪"I know it's a lot to ask since you've probably been asked like a thousand times, but... could you explain all that stuff to me?"

🥪He has a slight gender crisis by the end. He is egg. You made him discover he is egg.

Mouthpiece

☎️She doesn't really get it, but she's glad you look up to her somehow

☎️You get some free cookies for the road

☎️And a new sweater

☎️And a new scarf

☎️And a... oh that's a lot of gifts

Major Player

🎹He makes a big deal about it and then asks if you wanna dance with him

🎹Is genuinely very flattered he's a gender icon to you

🎹He give you... a free pride pin of your choosing. Don't worry about why he has so many, don't look into that don't worry about that don't-

Firestarter

🔥He apologizes for making you want something he has and literally asks if taking himself apart so you can take his suit/body as like your own Cog disguise would help you feel better

🔥Will also ask in what ways can he help you feel less gender envy about him

Plutocrat

🌑Gives you a bit of a confused look

🌑Tells you to leave

🌑Once you're gone, he asks one of his Satellite Inventors what the heck a gender envy is

Treekiller

🪵Laughs a bit and says that's a funny story

🪵Refuses to believe that a man who's quite masculine could be a gender icon. Not because he underestimates himself, he just doesn't really understand that kinda stuff

Chainsaw Consultant

🪚Stares at you in confused silence

🪚After several seconds, he just says, "What?"

🪚If you explain it to him, he just says, "Oh."

🪚He wasn't sure how to express being kinda flattered

Featherbedder

💤Doesn't really seem to care about it

💤Just takes a nap lol

💤They just weren't sure how to respond

Pacesetter

👟Well, of course someone as perfect as him would be a gender icon

👟He'll probably end up making extra sure he looks perfect as always around you because now he feels like he has to meet expectations to not shatter your image of him

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Girl I have like an entire storyline here lmao, I have a lot of imagination…too bad I’m not a writer lol. I’m not a native speaker so I apologize in advance if something is written in the wrong way❤️. 

So that was my idea for the Poseidon X Goddess! Reader:

I imagine her as a Norse goddess ( my favorite mythology) and this is kind of a crossover with marvel, but not really (everyone’s alive, but not mentioned and they live separately living each of them their own life, so no avengers, the members singularly exist but they are living at peace, just the occasionally battle, no war, no blip, no things like that, they are in the same universe but they don’t know each other tho) I hope this was clear 😫.

I imagine her as Thor and Loki’s younger sister (she is like 1000 years old or something)I don’t know what kind of goddess she could be, I was thinking love and war maybe, I love the goddess Freyja sooo… 

I imagine her as the scarlet witch but with blue colors, even blue hair maybe lol, she is different from other gods and goddesses, maybe even considered weird from some of them. 

They met when she was 800 or so, because before that olympians and asgardians did not like each other for centuries, so Loki, Thor and y/n have never seen Olympia. 

Once Kronos dies, Zeus and Odin decide to make an agreement, both parties could live at peace without risking any war, a friendly pact. 

Then they celebrate and everyone meet at Olympia, first meeting for y/n and Poseidon. 

Y/n is a beautiful goddess, her blue hair are iconic and unique and she has the power of love and war, so I would say that everyone were watching her, some were envious, others jealous, someone was even afraid maybe, they don’t really know how her powers works, she is kind of strange with her blue hair.

But of course, Poseidon was very intrigued already. They all take a seat in this very long table, and while Poseidon was watching her, for the first time that night, she was staring back at him, she could feel that he was not judging her like everyone else was doing, so she smiled. 

In the meantime I imagine the situation being a little bit chaotic of course, while y/n and Poseidon were just occasionally eying each other and EVERYONE could see that. Then they also dance together and  talk a little (other gods were already feeling the sexual tension lmao😏) . From that moment, they of course are very interested in each other, and in many occasions they talk, they fight together, and one day they kiss.

He is the only one that believes in her powers and is not afraid of her strength (beyond her family and her people of course). He would definitely kneel for his woman and admit that she is more powerful than him any day.

But they can’t stay together, because yes to peace, no to relationships between olympians and asgardians (forbidden love trope 👀).

They keep their relationship hidden for a very long time (with her powers, they could keep the secret from Zeus, Hades knew but he was fine with it and never ever said anything, hades is a Poseidon and Y/n fan in this), but one day Olympia declares war to Asgard because the lightning bolt is stolen and y/n is the one being accused…but guess who was it actually ? Hermes, the motherfucker found out why y/n didn’t want him, at first he thought it was because of the rule but then he caught y/n and Poseidon in the lake and let’s say they were not swimming 👀…yes they were practicing so they could have Percy a century later lol ( I don’t know if you write smut, this scene would need al lot of spicy details) 

So Hermes is the og Luke of course, the war doesn’t happen because they find the lighting bolt, everyone finds out about Poseidon and Y/n and another agreement is made, after a 100 or so peace, olympians and asgardians will never ever again have another interaction…

This was part 1, in the other Percy will be in it. I really hope you like it🦋🩵💙! 

WAIT WHY DO I KINDA SORTA RLLY LOVE THIS???? OK OK IM MAKING THE MASTERLIST RN SO GIMME A MIN AND ILL PUT IT ON THERE!!!

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Ok but are we envisioning an epic fight between Percy and Annabeth who culminates in sex! Or serial womanizer slut Percy with several bitches at his beck and call being like 🥺 but you love Luke you're dating him you don't love me you just want me now because I'm with other girls

HE DEFINITELY GETS BITCHES BUT IN A DORKY WAY AND HE'S HOLDING OUT FOR ANNABETH !! LOOK!! THEY'RE SO CUTE LOL I LOVE THEM !! but i also do think they fight and it turns into chaotic kinkery and thats how they finally get together lol

Percy has never been one to play the game of jealousy. He’s been jealous, envious so long now that he’s grown used to it. 

How long have Annabeth and Luke been dating now? Four years? Maybe five? 

They’d started dating in high school, right around the time Annabeth developed boobs, an ass that had him hiding during gym class and finally tamed her crazy blonde curls. 

The spunk that Percy had always found cute, endearing, living to wage war just to watch Annabeth outwit him, well other boys started finding it cute too. They used to think she was annoying, hanging out with the boys, her knees always dirty, her hair forced into an aggressive ponytail just so it wasn’t in her way. They didn’t look twice. Percy had always looked though, always been a little in love, even if it was hard to admit to himself. But he’d held back, unsure of her feelings towards him, because every speck of affection Percy got from her, would read into and agonize over in the dark of the night, well Luke got that tenfold. So Percy had never confessed and the day high school had started and Annabeth had walked in, her beautiful gold ringlets hanging loose around her face, just begging to be tugged on, and wearing something other than jeans and a sweatshirt, well Percy had been screwed. 

Luke, two years older and well-versed in her affection, had snatched her right up before Percy even had a chance to think. They’ve been dating ever since, and Percy has wanted to kill him ever since. But he’s playing the long game, the game of Annabeth one day realizing she’s way too good for the asshole who ditches her every Saturday night for football practice, who won’t follow her to museums just to watch her coo over the architecture. 

So here he is, jealousy is nothing new to him, it’s his every fucking day. As if on cue, Annabeth sprints towards him from across the quad, they’d had plans to meet up for coffee after their morning classes. 

She’s waving aggressively, one hand held up to her ear as she clutches her phone and in the morning light she’s so very pretty, those gold curls taunting him, begging to be tugged at. It’s a privilege he’s not allowed though, and one he’s never seen Luke take advantage of. Bastard. All Percy’s little ADHD brain wants to do is yank at them, run his fingers through the ringlets, they’d be so soft, would his hand get caught? How would they feel? As she appears in front of him, he resists the urge to reach his hand out and touch them. 

That would be weird… super weird and not worth the consequences. 

Annabeth arrives in a flurry of movement, her hand on his arm for a quick squeeze and a bright smile while she finishes up her phone conversation. 

“I’ll see you later, baby.” Percy wants to throw up, as he hears the response on the other end of the line, Luke’s rich timbre and Annabeth’s subsequent happy little sigh. Ugh. 

She turns to him as she hangs up, “Seaweed brain, what are you up to?” Resisting the urge to throw up his breakfast, that’s what. 

He plasters on a smile, allowing her to link their arms as she drags him towards the popular campus coffee shop, “I just finished class and I desperately need caffeine.” Annabeth grins, leaning into him, and is it any wonder he’s in love with her? When she’s doing stuff like this? 

Physical affection is so deeply ingrained in their relationship that it would be weird if he called it out now, but god, is it sweet, sweet torture. 

Her chest is locked tight against his arm and as usual, Percy has to recite the alphabet backwards to avoid thinking about Annabeth’s very impressive assets.

She has nice boobs and Luke is a lucky man, but sometimes he really wishes Annabeth were just a little more aware of the fact that he is a hot-blooded male and the urge to look doesn’t just go away because they’re besties. 

He very much wants to look… and feel, especially because she’s wearing a disturbingly low cut shirt and they look absolutely fantastic today. No! Bad Percy! No impure thoughts! 

He tunes back into the conversation when Annabeth smacks him, her brows furrowed, “Have you been listening to anything i’ve been saying?” No, he’s been having an existential crisis over her tits, obviously. 

Percy shrugs and she smacks his arm again. This time, Percy tries valiantly to keep his eyes on her face and his ears in the conversation. They’re in the coffee shop now, that much he’s noticed. “Sorry,” Percy jokes, “I told you I need caffeine.”

Annabeth sighs before dragging him up to the register, “Get him the largest cold brew coffee you’ve got please, and I’ll have a Grande pumpkin spice.” Without another word, Percy pulls out his wallet and before she can protest too much he hip checks her out of the way. 

The cashier is looking at him in amusement as Percy taps his card against the machine, “Spunky one you’ve got there.” “Don't remind me,” Percy groans and he can practically feel her gaze drilling bullets into his head, and sure enough as he turns, she’s glowering at him from the pickup counter. She hates when he pays for things, it infuriates her in a way that has Percy paying for stuff just to see the look on her face. She’s so fucking cute. 

She gives him the silent treatment for a cool minute in a half before she reluctantly starts talking again, “You’re such a dick.” “I’m sorry I didn’t realize paying for your coffee was such an asshole move, I’ll be sure to let all the other men know.” 

“You never let me pay.” “And I never will, accept it, wise girl.” She continues to fume as their coffee orders are called out, cheeks puffed up, and grey eyes stormy, “I’ll get you back one of these days.” He hands her the pumpkin spice latte she’d ordered smugly, “I’d like to see you try.” And that, that scene right there, is how Rachel Elizabeth Dare enters the picture: disastrously. 

She’s coming in to pick up an online order, pumpkin spice from the cup, just like Annabeth.

As soon as she spots him, her eyes light up, just like they have every time since that first political science course. “Percy!” Percy for the second time today, feels like he could throw up his breakfast, especially when Annabeth’s keen grey eyes lock onto Rachel like a heat sinking fucking missile. 

“Rachel,” Percy greets awkwardly, teeth gnashed into some semblance of a smile. 

This isn’t something Percy had ever wanted to occur. 

Because side chicks, from Percy’s deeply rudimentary understanding of the player mentality, are not in fact supposed to meet the main chick.

And Annabeth, despite having a long-term boyfriend, is 100% the main chick. 

He awaits death. 

“Hey, I didn’t expect to see you here, I’m just between my art courses right now, next is nude modeling,” Rachel winks, “You still sure you don’t want to volunteer.” Percy curses Rachel’s normally endearing confidence, because there is no possible way Annabeth can misconstrue this. Percy laughs awkwardly, feeling Annabeth fidget beside him, her fingers drumming against her coffee cup, her lips pursed tight in displeasure. Shit, shit, shit, he has to get out of this situation and quickly. “I’ll pass, but umm we actually really have to go, so I’ll see you later–” “Tonight,” Rachel presses him, “Tonight, you said you were free wednesday nights right?” “Yes.” Damn him and his pre-planning, damn all the stupid ADHD strategies and coping mechanisms has mother has drilled into him! 

“Tonight then,” Rachel grins before turning her gaze to the very furious blonde next to him, he can practically feel her vibrating. Annabeth does not like being left out of the loop, and seeing as how Percy hasn’t even introduced her yet, she is probably at an all time level of furious. “This is umm Annabeth, my best friend,” Percy introduces her and Rachel beams, “Percy has told me so much about you, great to meet you.” “You as well,” Annabeth replies primly, her hand held out for a shake, “I’m so sorry I don’t think Percy has mentioned you before.”

Rachel chuckles, “I’m Rachel, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Percy and I are,” She pauses for a moment and the pause is truly damning, a secretive little smile on her lips, “Friends.” The way she says the word has Annabeth’s smiling, all teeth, murderous. “Of course,” His perky little blonde replies sweetly, like nothing is wrong, like she isn’t going to tear into him in a moment, “You’ll have to excuse us though Rachel, I need him for something.” “Bye,” Rachel hums happily, “I’ll see you later Percy.” Percy know that he is doomed. 

[fungusfairgrounds]

People are doing a screenshot of an ask box thing on twitter from tumblr for their oc x canon im just gonna do it here+skipping some i dont wanna answer. Sorry if this ends up in a tag cause i say their name or w/e idc.... enjoy the fruits🍑🍐🌺🌟🌷🌻🌷🌻🌷

Grushangel answers in blue Hydieon in pink

1. Who makes the other blush all the time and who finds it adorable

I think they both make each other blush and they both think its cute lol...but Angel has an easier time flustering Grusha.

Hydie isn't quick to fluster, so Leon probably blushes more in that sense. They're both happy blushers though and both think its cute

2. Who sings in the shower

Angel hums sometimes, I don't think Grusha sings in the shower

Both probably, really loudly

4. Who embarrasses the other in public with kisses and pet names

Angel and Grusha are always calling each other pet names its not that embarrassing to them. It is probably embarrassing to their little siblings if they're there, though...#cringe. They don't really kiss in super public places, so if one kisses the other at the store or somethin it might make them a lil shy. I can see it either way

Hydieon dont caare they're PDA kings lol

5. Who curses, and who reprepends the other for it

Currently they all curse and are responsible about who they curse in front of. I think at first Grusha was a lil more loose with cursing but Angel didnt like him cursing in front of Cole so maybe he got a little scolding. Hydie might sometimes forget but hes not scolded for it, just reminded to not do that

6. What small quirks do they love about each other

I want to answer this one but I can't think rn I'll come back to it maybe ✌❤

7. Who makes the other laugh more

Angel and Grusha both make each other laugh a lot, its one of the initial reasons they're so fond of each other [:

Hydie probably makes Leon laugh more but Leon is always so giggly with Hydie to me so. Lala

8. Who gets jealous easier

Grusha definitely I think... not like super jealous per say but more so he just sometimes wants to hang out with Angel alone since its a rarity so when others get to hes just grr..

For Hydieon I donnt know I dont think theyre particularly jealous people. Maybe envious of some things but idk

9. How did they know they were right for each other

I got no clue how to answer this one but I do want to say I dont think there was an all knowing moment I think they are just happy together and make life joyful for the other and inspire the other to be better and grow and thats enough

10. Who brings up the subject of kids first

I think Angel always wanted a baby, but didn't know how Grusha felt so he never brought it up + they're already raising their little siblings so it felt like a tricky subject. So, he's pretty happily surprised when Grusha actually does bring up that he wants to be a dad. Also important to me cause shows a lot of healing in Grusha too...

I feel like they both kinda bring it up but in different ways ? Hydie is more subtle and points out lots of baby things in stores or mentions the families around them etc etc Leon eventually is the one to actually ask about it

11. Who's adorable when they're sleepy, and who gets grumpy and irritable

I dont like how this question is worded i dont think any of them are adorable per say

I think if anything Angel can be a little silly tired, but he's usually just groggy and zones out a lot. Grusha seems like he would be either cranky or really sad when he's tired.

Hydie might either be a tad snappy or very spacey depending. Leon i think doesn't change much I think he is good at hiding when he is very tired minus the several yawns.

12. Who's more protective

Grusha lala... i think he gets overly worried at times. Angel cares too but I think Grusha's experiences made him prone to really worry about the safety of those he cares about. He usually sends one of his Pokemon with Angel whenever he heads down the mountain just for that extra security. Keeps Angel safer but also so Grusha doesn't have to worry...as much.

Both Leon and Hydie are super protective of the other haha... I think they are both willing to sacrifice themselves for the other. Leon feels he has to do things on his own to protect Hydie though, but Hydie isn't having any of that lol. Hydie is very much a uses his body to shield Leon kinda guy, either very apparently (jumping in front of him when there's an angry Pokemon) or not so much (walking so he's between the street and Leon).

13. How do they express their feelings

Angel and Grusha both like to make the other laugh to express their love... they tease each other a lot too. Whenever they get time for just the two of them they enjoy every moment, and even if family is there they still do little things to feel closer. They are almost always holding the others hand when they're out and about on errands lala.

At home they show care and love a lot too by taking care of each other the best they can. Like i juuust said Grusha often has one of his pokemon go with angel when he goes off to work on art to make sure he stays safe. Angel makes sure Grusha eats well and always has a dish he likes at meals. When Grusha moves in, Angel invests in a lot of small things to make Grusha's life easier since he's disabled.

They get each other promise rings too when Grusha moves in...i dont wanna write it all out rn but felt like an important bit about how they express love.

Hydie and Leon just love to have fun together, making the other smile just makes them feel very loved I think.

They take the time to listen to each other and even dabble in the others interests as a way to get to know them better and feel more connected. Leon takes up gardening for Hydie so they can work on their garden together, meanwhile Hydie learns more about Pokemon battling so he can battle with and against Leon. He's not very good but I'm sure they make for a very annoying double battle with Leon's heavy hits and Hydie's status effects.

They do spend lots of time together though, pick each other up from work if they're able, go on evening walks, etc etc. I think they are just casually very lovely dovey haha. You can feel the lil hearts around them when they are together.

14. Where would they go on a 3 am adventure

Angel and Grusha live on Glaseado mountain and its always snowing so I think a 3 am adventure might be dangerous for them. If anything they might go to the convenience store, they don't want to leave home too long since their lil brothers also live there and might need them.

Hydie and Leon might go just about anywhere lmao. They might be out camping, or walking in the empty streets and looking at the stars. Maybe at the park on the swings and just laughing and playing. I think its nice for Leon to be out like that and not worry about being flooded by people...even if the two are sleepy the next day its worth it.

17. Who picks flowers for the other

Grusha would pick flowers for Angel I think if they are out and about... in general Grusha does like to buy Angel flowers a lot too. Angel likes to paint the flowers Grusha buys him, he probably has a sketchbook for tbat specifically haha.

They like to have picnics when they can and relax, so I can imagine Grusha putting flowers in Angel's hair, too...Angel probably returns the favor.

Both ! Leon really likes getting Hydie bouquets while Hydie likes to bring home picked flowers for Leon+ cuttings from the garden for them both to enjoy

18. Which one wears the "im with stupid" shirt

Angel

Neither

19. Whos the better dancer

Angel isn't a good dancer I dont think but he probably wins by default cause Grusha only has one real leg

I think Hydieon dances silly but they do love to dance together. They dance in the kitchen a lot or in the garden, lil moments of joy

20. Who infodumps and who listens with heart eyes

I think this question only fits Hydieon lmao anyways the answer is both, they love to listen to each other talk and take turns sharing their fixations

Ok im editing in Grushangel. I dont think its necessarily info dumping but when Grusha is okay with it again (therapy yay) he probably watches a lot more sports and Angel watches with him even if its not really his thing, its fun and he loves what it means to Grusha.

Grusha would listen to Angel talk about art stuff too, not so much heart eyes but he would come to adore Angel's passion for the arts. It rubs off on him a bit and he gets into knitting haha.

[marshmallowprotection]

Oh! Uncle Saeyoung made me thing about something lol

What if MC (his or not) have like younger sibling/cousin etc, but they can't speak English nor Korean like maybe they just moved ( MC and their family) and the child speaks only their native language.

And maybe let's say that Saeyoung don't know this language except for like hello, yes, no, thank you etc?

Saeyoung would be excited. Giddy, even. Do you know how badly this man wants to be able to learn every language on the face of the planet? If you present him with the challenge of learning a language that he's not yet mastered, he is going to eat that up like a piece of cake.

Not only does he want to learn it to be able to properly communicate with you and your loved ones, but it's also important to him that he's able to bridge the gap between his understanding with the rest of the world. Language can be a great way to do that. 

Being able to talk to your younger family member would be a good motivator. He's great with kids and the more he puts into his studies, the easier it'll be for him to hang out with them and play babysitter if need be. That's probably what excites him the most. For the chance to play babysitter with you and have a little fun for once.

He never got to experience a lot of stuff that kids get to have, so this is one way for him to be able to do it.

He gets to go out and see the world through the eyes of a child that was never hurt the way he was. 

It's poetic. It doesn't make him envious or jealous to think that a child gets everything that he didn’t.  His major goal in life is to learn how to communicate with others and to make sure that no child is ever hurt the way he was. If he can make a difference in the world by starting small from this point, he can make a difference for people all over the place if he keeps working hard.

The more languages he learns, the more likely it is for him to be able to speak in places he never would have considered before. There's always a child in need somewhere, and he wants to make a difference in that kid's life. 

[luckyqueenreign]

I posted this elsewhere but I want your thoughts on it. I love your takes! Also Hi! I was Ozzy obsessed anon.

I think Marshall is jealous of Ozzy. You know how he said in beer pong he wanted to match with Ozzy and dress the same as him but Ozzy didn’t want too. I think that’s actually quite telling. I think he’s a little envious of his brother in certain ways maybe. That coupled with messing up his bookings and being fired by him. If the thing he wants most is Ozzy’s approval then this could explain Marshall’s behavior. He’s just being dumb about how he processes it by not processing it, being angry, and trying to get him back/talk to him. His methods are just plain ridiculous and hurting other people in the process.

I think Marshall going for who Ozzy is into. (MC) Feels like it was on purpose to hurt Ozzy. I don’t think Marshall’s feelings are genuine rn for anyone. I think that’s why he moves onto Amelia. He isn’t as confident that he could get MC to choose him and away her. He also might slightly feel guilty because Ozzy really likes MC even if MC doesn’t like Ozzy. So he moves onto someone Ozzy has no feelings for and hasn’t. That’s why he didn’t try it on with Grace even though it almost seemed like he would for a moment there last week when they (Marshall and Grace) pulled us for a chat. Marshall’s main objective is getting back to the Villa for Ozzy and will use anyone to do it until he starts feeling guilty about using people Ozzy genuinely likes. Even though Ozzy doesn’t like Grace romantically he likes her as a friend. I think after getting back to the Villa and Marshall x Ozzy boil to a head only after Will Marshall be open to us. I think unfortunately for Amelia. We are the twin Marshall is gonna fall for when he starts to be genuine. Marshall is not Marshall rn I’m certain of it. He’s doing whatever he can to get back to the villa.

I don’t think Ozzy has done anything wrong.

Also Toby please come in and take Amelia away.

OMG MY FAV ANON EVER!!!! HI BESTIE!!

🤯🤯 and holy shit this is so spot on i completely 100% agree with legit every word u wrote. It makes COMPLETE sense. if this is true It also sets Marshall up for a good redemption arc or at least will be good for fan fics lol. I wonder if the game will let us see Ozzy's face when Marshall walks in. Im sure Marshall is going to be super cocky and a dick at first. Especially with all the crap he talked about Ozzy. EEEK maybe Ozzy will see it at movie night!!! I replayed last weeks twice so that I could first see what Marshall & Grace wanted to say about Ozzy when I realized it was all bull, I just defended my boy and said I didnt want to talk about it. I hope he sees that as us defending him and not us being uninterested in him.

Cannot wait for next week now!!

[dulcewrites]

With Aemond doting on Alaena, I feel so sorry for Daella. She never got this version of Aemond, I wonder if Aemond's affection for Alaena will make Daella jealous or angry she didn't get that treatment? Would Aemond's behaviour towards Alaena affect sisterly bond between Daella and Alaena? Does Aemond even realise he is doing the same thing Viserys did, but in reversed way? Favouring the youngest kids and treating firstborn in ill manner?

daella would be more envious of the environment/conditions the twins grow up in, than the twins themselves. Everyone else is living in a gritty drama while the twins give sitcom energy lol. Daella would more than likely take that out on Aemond, maybe even Cass, before her siblings. She sort of struggles with it already with alaric, who is very vocal about his love for both parents, namely his dad. Daella and Cass sort of have a silent understanding when it comes to it if that makes sense. Just because they have a strained relationship with Aemond doesn’t mean they need to include everyone on their misery. Daella doesn’t get any joy out of her siblings possibly feeling the way she does. Just like Cass doesn’t get any joy out of her kids possibly resenting their father.

But ofc there would be jealousy there. Like there was a time it was just the three of them (d, a, and c). Things were well enough to the point that even Cass thought something genuine could be there. Aemond was very involved with daella for a time. Then years later they finally settle into this little foursome post losing everyone, and their family unit gets rocked again.

Daella and Alaena’s relationship would be interesting. There quite an age gap there. Who even knows if daella will be in the castle by the time Alaena is old enough to sus out what a family dynamic even is. their relationship would also hinge on what type of person Alaena grows up to be. Daella would probably be described as ‘spirited’ or a ‘problem child’ by others (mind you she’s just traumatized). There may be a disconnect if Alaena grows up to be the ‘perfect princess’. But overall, I see daella taking her sister under her wing partly bc cass would not let anything else but that happen. also bc she knows how hard it is being a girl, especially a girl in a royal family.

As for the viserys and Aemond comp. I think Aemond tries very hard in older age. He is relatively self aware about how bad things have gotten which I don’t think viserys was. Or he was and just didn’t care. Which I guess you could say is a point in Aemond’s favor, but he is also the person who put himself in this position. He is trying to break a cycle and for that he is commended I guess. But just bc you want something to happen doesn’t mean everyone has to fall in line. Especially if you have hurt them in the past.