#maybe nano?

[soleil-in-retrograde]

I posted The Thing

For the eventual lesterpollo memoryfuck fic, consider:

I can have Apollo forget he's a god and slowly remember and the constant question in the back of his mind of does he even WANT to be Apollo the more he remembers?

We can have, from Percy's perspective, a mortal with no memories who just remembers hearing about a Jackson and an Artemis and a demigod gremlin (because Meg was clearly positioned by Nero to become Apollo's master) who desperately needs to get to camp. And just.... Percy remembers that. He remembers knowing nothing and clearly this kid has it terrible.

Percy being absolutely *torn* about Lester being left at camp, but it's for the best right?

Lester subconsciously bonding with the Apollo kids. Just gravitating to them and he's such a natural at music and archery everyone assumes Apollo will claim him. Say what you will about Apollo, he was always consistent about claiming his kids.

Then Nero comes and there's Meg's BETRAYAL and that's a horrifying way to find out you are really a god trapped in mortal flesh.

And Percy being so ANGRY when he finds out Lester is Apollo. AND SO CONFLICTED. Because he wants to help Lester but Lester is a god and this was manipulation and soooo much bigger wasn't it?

Lester has a sister out there, somewhere. He only knows her in stories now and prays to her regularly. Artemis is weeping at this boy so much like Apollo when they were children on Delos, long limbed and lanky and barely touching their newborn divinity. And he prays to her about his travels even though he doesn't remember a dam thing about her.

(He still absolutely insists she's the LITTLE sibling, though)

(Him remembering more as the trials go on is all the more painful as he grows to hate himself)

But consider, too, the other option for memoryfuckery.

Apollo at the end of his trials was fixed, just barely. Consider it a band aid, not a cure all. He is stable, but slowly crumbling.

It starts as not being able to divide himself as much as he used to. It starts as forgetting Adamentus's face and Commodus's laugh before the Throne. It starts with a bone deep exhaustion when he shouldn't have any bones.

It starts with actually NEEDING to sleep. It starts with ambrosia tasting a bit too spicy instead of like his mother's cooking.

Then it's mixing up time. He's the God of Prophecy and time tended to get away from him so easily (and heart breakingly) before.

Artemis is the first to realize something is wrong when Apollo can't quite remember the name of the flowers on his balcony.

(He used to go on and on about how Hyacinthus would have LOVED them, and movies, and raves, and space flight, and how despite everything the mortals had somehow made the world kinder and better than the gods ever did, and how he wished Hyacinthus could have met Naomi and Darrin and Lucrezia and--)

The tipping point is Mother's Day.

Apollo may have been a terrible father, but he is a good son. When Leto doesn't hear a thing from him she frantically calls for Artemis to look for him.

She finds him, as Lester. Confused and trying so hard to get to his mother in Florida but not even in the right country. Artemis takes him to their mother and they realize --

Apollo is going to die.

Not quickly, no. He'll grow and grow old, but the bits that made him divine just couldn't hold and soon the divinity fades enough the Mist takes a hold of him.

As far as Lester Papadopalous is concerned, he's seventeen years old and lives at home with his elderly mother in her condo. He has a(n older? younger? twin?) sister who visits regularly and a baby sister(?) in California who calls him her dummy and 'cousins' who go to a camp up north he cares for very much and wishes he could so more for. He likes music and poetry and is thinking about going to medical school. Maybe.

He doesn't understand why his family is always so sad.

[formalmess]

i rly want halloween to come sooner so ive been thinking abt spooky stuff these last few days and i thought: i might as well post my vampire and vampire hunter au... lord luigi (turned by antasma) and vampire “hunter” peasley

[zestyderg]

Thinking about baby vivosaurs, especially ones that aren't immediately recognizable as their adult counterparts

[haruminyuu]

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[joycrispy]

Sometimes ADHD likes to throw you a curveball, and in my latest "I do not control the hyperfixation" development: I was suddenly possessed, at FOUR IN THE MORNING, to buy myself a tamagotchi out of literally nowhere, and now all I want to do is play with it and look at tamagotchi content.

...I also bought a second tamagotchi. Oops.

[scribefindegil]

We saw the Back To The Future musical tonight (an excellent time) and now I'm thinking again about the Jennifer Parker-centric longfic I wrote like 40k of in a fugue state in 2020

[stillbeatingheart]

When Steve got behind the wheel of the BMW and noticed the writing on his windshield, he didn't question who did it. He already knew.

There was a new bruise on Billy's cheekbone yesterday. Eddie had said, "We gotta get the hell out of here before we all end up dead."

Billy had smirked, taken a toke and handed the roach over to Steve. Blowing smoke through barely parted lips and smearing the image of the pale November sky above them. He tipped his head back, chewed on his lip for a long moment and decided to admit, "I'm already packed. Just tell me where and when."

Now, Steve's pulling up to the trailer where Eddie is sitting on the steps. His guitar and his duffel bag at his feet. He grins when he sees Steve roll to a stop. He doesn't hesitate to pull the door open and slide into the backseat with his luggage, tapping his fingers on Steve's headrest and urging, "Hit it, baby."

Billy's waiting at the Leaving Hawkins sign. As promised. He's leaning against the door of the Camaro and smoking a cig like he's been there all morning.

"We doin' this or what?" Billy asks when Steve stops beside him and rolls the window down.

Steve looks over at Eddie, who is leaning into the space between the front seats. He takes a quick glance at Steve, making sure the answer is still yes by judging his expression. His smile is big, quick to spread when he says, "Let's run away together."

Billy snorts a laugh, flicks his cig butt and tugs the Camaro door open. He cranks the music, turns the engine and hits the pavement with squealing tires.

Eddie laughs behind Steve, his hand a warm weight on Steve's shoulder as he peels out behind Billy. Passing the sign he's driven by so many times with the intention of coming back. But not this time. This time leaving Hawkins is for good.

Also on Ao3

[faerynova]

i dont remember where i heard this but "your comics will always be 25% worse than your standalone art" is probably the most important cartooning advice ive ever gotten

i just gotta repeat it like a mantra. comics are a lot more work than regular illustrations because of sheer quantity. they cant be perfect especially if i wanna finish em in a timely manner

[grungeworm]

whyyy cant i find other people interested in condensed matter? seems like everyone on the physics tag is in astronomy

[skitskatdacat63]

And now Fernando in all his historical AUs !!

In order with relevant info: Nandopoleon Alonsoparte(x), King Fernando I(x), Napoleonic Hussar(x)

Again: let me know your favorite <3

[buffythevampirelover]

This should come as no surprise as I haven’t been posting much recently, but I’ve decided to go on hiatus until late October/start of November! I’ll be back to post about NaNoWriMo as I plan to participate! I don’t have another Tumblr so I’m kinda just disappearing off the app but I hope you’re all doing well and that autumn treats you well! <3

[encrucijada]

i'm actually?? excited?? to get home and write??

[legoobsessionist]

[poison-into-positivity]

Wait okay. Ed shouted “you wrote me a lovely letter”, but Stede couldn’t possibly have heard that, right? Stede still doesn’t know that Ed read one of his letters.

I kind of hope Ed doesn’t tell him. I kind of hope that more of the bottles wash up on the shore of their inn, and Ed treats each one with such care and reverence and reads each one slowly, treasuring the words written just for him. I kind of hope that Ed begins to piece together the months they spent apart through these non-chronological love letters and hides them under the bed, secret words between the pining Stede of the past and the healing Ed of the present.

[miisart]

it's been two years since i last drew fem.tsuna--

[murderandcoffee]

I so badly want jonmartin as a healthy evil couple who terrorize innocents together

that would be so sexy of them