#notus asks

[hinderr]

Hinderr's Masterpost

(Or; in which I finally cave)

Link to ao3

#hinderr art (i take doodle requests!)

Usually I write. Sometimes I draw. me and the block button are besties <3

(18+ sideblog; ask to see)

Fandoms

DSMP (not active here anymore)

-> notus; royalty au. ranboo-centric. beeduo centric, with benchtrio and sbi. major character death involved (#notus, #notus rambles, #notus asks, #notus rb)

The Mandalorian

-> He is his father's son; long-fic series. grogu-centric. major character death involved. mandalorian!grogu and his adventures in carrying his dad's legacy, with varying degrees of success (#father's son (series), #solus / t'ad / ehn, #something loved (but never known), #like flowers / the bodies tumble)

-> Study on nature and nurture; two-part series. grogu-centric. heavy themes of child abuse and child neglect. canon-divergent. explores the premise of din never making it onto the Imperial Cruiser in the first place, and the aftermath ten years after (#study on nature and nurture) [masterpost of bts stuff]

-> cookies (to share); Valentine's Day Oneshot. Din and Grogu clan of two softness. 4 things that Din Djarin learns and one thing Grogu Djarin has always known

-> flowers for the (un)dead: zombie apocalypse au with a flowery twist, and in which something almost immediately goes wrong for our boys. (#flowers for the dead)

-> spitting image: canon-divergent post season 3. One of Gideon's clones survives, as a young child. Din makes a choice. (#spitting image)

-> a home by any other name: razor crest pov oneshot (#a home by any other name)

-> once more (with feeling): season 3 rewrite. starts off from that episode in the book of boba fett (#once more (with feeling))

-> blood on linoleum floors: canon-divergent AU, post Tython. Inquisitor Grogu. Din is both far too late to find his son and, at the same time, earlier than he thought he was (#blood on linoleum floors)

Sal Skiesly (#sal skiesly)

my dnd character who i'm...im so nromal about guys I'm so normal about Sal Skiesly I'm soooo so oso sososososooso normallll

-> heart a glass sculpture (please be more careful): character study/juxtaposition between Sal, his Patron, and his daughter

-> clipped wings of wax: short story. Sal is 10 and Patron is telling him a story

-> dissect me to find out what's wrong with me (a cancer, malignant): another short story. sal feels bad for no clear reason. patron talks

-> love loses: happy pride month. sal skiesly meets a man and then proceeds to fuck it up

(ob!hinderr: sal skiesly but as he is in the lore of a Minecraft oneblock skyblock server. he is somehow doing worse)

(o!hinderr: origins!hinderr from a minecraft origins server i have with friends. He has a funny relationship with religion, he's queer coded, and he's tragic. What's not to love)

[papatyademetii]

Yeni bir yolculuğa başlıyorum..

Solumda aşkım , sağımda sevdiklerim.

Fazla kişi değiliz ama, bir orduya kafa tutacak kadar iradeliyiz..

[halimecan]

Çalışma Hayatında Empati ve Sınırlar

Son dönemde insanların iletişim şekli büyük bir dönüşüm geçiriyor ve maalesef bu dönüşüm, empati eksikliğini ve yanlış anlamaları beraberinde getiriyor. Günümüzde çok sayıda insan, karşındakini anlamak yerine yalnızca cevap vermek üzerine odaklanıyor. Bu, iletişimi neredeyse tamamen yüzeysel hale getiriyor ve karşılıklı anlayış yerini hızla yanlış anlamalara bırakıyor. Kişiler, kendilerine uygun ya da işlerine gelen yorumları, davranışları duyduklarında tepki vermekte bir an bile tereddüt etmiyorlar.

Geçtiğimiz günlerde yaşadığım bir olay, bu durumu daha iyi anlamama yardımcı oldu. Bir çözüm ortağım ile bir konuyu tartışırken, bir anda yükseldi. Şaşkınlıkla "Yanlış anladınız galiba, durum böyle değil" diye açıklama yapmak zorunda kaldım. Halbuki anlatmaya çalıştığım şey, üzerinde bu kadar durulacak bir şey değildi. Yine de, karşı tarafın gösterdiği tepkinin gerisinde yorgunluk ya da stres olduğunu düşündüm ve "Galiba yorgunsunuz ya da zor bir süreçten geçiyorsunuz, hiç sorun değil" diyerek konuyu kapattım.

Fakat, çözüm ortağımla olan iş ilişkisini sürdürmemin gereksiz olduğunu düşündüm. Zira, iletişimdeki empati ve anlayış eksikliğini görmek, gelecekteki olası işbirliklerimizi tehlikeye atabilirdi. Herkesin, kendi psikolojik durumunu yönetme ve sorumluluklarını yerine getirme yeteneğine sahip olması gerektiğini düşünüyorum. Ben, bir çözüm ortağım ya da işbirlikçimle, yalnızca işin gereklilikleri üzerinden iletişim kurarım.

Herkesi anlamak, her durumu değerlendirmek, bir arabulucu rolü üstlenmek zorunda değilim. İnsanlar yetişkin olarak, sorumluluklarını bilerek hareket etmelidir. Empati, karşılıklı saygı ve anlayış temelinde kurulan sağlıklı iletişimler, sadece kişisel ilişkilerde değil, profesyonel hayatta da verimliliği artırır. Bu nedenle, iletişimde karşılıklı anlayış eksikliği olan durumları, kendi sağlığım ve verimliliğim için terk etmekte hiçbir sakınca görmüyorum.

[inkrabbit]

Do you have any headcanons for the ghouls as partners? asking for a friend

Ares is your typical romantic. Contrary to popular belief about how he could never love anyone, he will become incredibly soft and gentle with his partner, and he has a habit of spoiling them a whole bunch. While he'll still have days where he'd rather just be alone, Ares is happiest when he has his partner in his arms

Astraeus is actually very nervous with a partner. Because of his first, and last, relationship, he's scared he'll do something to mess everything up, and he's not sure he can handle another heartbreak. He might be a tiny bit clingy and need a bunch of reassurance, but when he's finally settled down, he'll be all purrs and soft kisses with his partner

Neptune is very "vocal" about his love for his partner. He purrs and happily chitters whenever he's with them, and he has a bit of a touching problem. All he wants to do is pick them up and hold them, or even just hold their hand if carrying them around isn't their cup of tea. He tries very hard to understand that a healthy relationship requires both parties to take breaks from each other, but Neptune can't help himself. He just wants to be wherever his love is

Notus actually becomes more confident in himself. He'll initiate conversation more, and he's even throwing out jokes here and there. That normal timid, monitoring look will fade from his face whenever his partner is with him, and he'll be nothing but smiles and good vibes. Similar to Neptune, Notus wants to always be touching his partner, but nothing too extreme. He's more than happy to hold their hand, or even have his arm around their waist

Silvanus is actually a bit problematic. Yes, he is a very sweet ghoul that lives for taking care of his partner, whether it be cooking for them, buying them gifts, or simply listening and spending time with them. However, he can also become very possessive. While he won't restrict his partner's freedom, he will become hostile to others that show a lustful or romantic interest in his partner, and, on some occasion, he will become violent towards the other person

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

Shifting Winds and Sun's Rise? 👀

Three in One let's goooooo!

Shifting Winds

So we all love Helios & Apollo content right? Right. This is another fic about them - but also about Eos, Helios's sister, and her children;

The winds...

👀

So yeah. when I get to this one it's gonna be interesting.

(did u know apparently Apollo & Boreas actually had a fling at some point? crazy, right?)

The Sun's Rise

*rings bells* and we have a winner!

The first Koios fic has been found! (who can find the next?👀 remember, it's one of the question marks 👀)

Anyway. Koios beloved. Long story short, this is basically Koios managing to - at last - get that conversation with his grandson post-ToA

and of course

talk of revolution...👀

When the Day Met the Night

is the title from a Pan!c at the Disco song? why yes. yes it is lmao

This is gonna be Apollo POV for how he met Commodus and what possessed him to get into a relationship with him lol

[nayfem]

who was the first character out of the runaways you created ? ^^

and who’s your favourite story wise? :) (no spoilers though‼️🙏)

sorry for taking months to answer this, i really wanted to wait until i could do a DEEEEP dive for some files (this is a long post)

to answer your second question: my favorite character story wise is probably Cliff and Grace ?! its a cheat answer cuz i just answers 2 characters but idk i love writing them, their dynamic is so fun and cute, im so excited to post abt their new designs and story teehee

to answer your first question:

these three from around may of 2022!!! theres a fourth, but i cant find the drawing for the life of me. from left to right:

Eurus

Notus

Zephyrus

(Boreas was the forth.)

you might be asking "Hey who the fuck are these people" and that is a valid question because i dont draw them ever!!

the idea for Runaways started with these guys- first as a story about these gods and their family dynamic, but it quickly evolved into a whole world (MCU style) about superheroes.

i wanted to make one comic and then expand- starting with these gods. but as soon as i made the next character in the story... i knew what i had done (brain rot)

although that answers your question, i have more to say (unfortunately)

the comic was going to end with Eurus turning into a villain- a misunderstood villain but a villain nonetheless. she was going to form a found family group and thats when i created a familiar face...

Grace Xu.

actually, Grace came about when i thought of the name Grave Force. i thought Grace suited the name, and she was going to have basically the same powers as Anna today (her skin would put you into a coma.)

but, then i started crafting another character...

Casper Wright! an invisible thief that would steal supplies for the group.

after that, it snowballed into a whole cast of characters, and eventually the wind gods fading into the background and i havent really touched them since.

heres the first ever drawing i did of Anna, when i started figuring out that she was gonna be Grave Force, and not Grace. i quickly figured out i wanted Grace to act as a main character, and started working on the other crew!

Cliff Phoenix when he was still called "Clint"

he was the muscle of the group, with his signature flame thrower. he was kind of a himbo back then, i still see him as a himbo but at least now hes not dumb.

back then, the gadgets the group had were made by Casper, or at least thats what i planned on. i much prefer Cliff being the gadget maker of the group!

this was my first ever draft of everyone together; a quick sketch of their heads and pride flags!

from left to right:

Grace Xu

Casper Wright

Cliff Phoenix (i need to bring back his gray streak </3)

Val Romero

Anna Xu (yes she was a ginger.. and white (Grace was her half sister at this time))

Val was a really interesting character and what i thought would start the comic!! the idea was have the group go to a really fancy party looking for a "kid" in danger.

her name would have either been Psyche! (like haha gotcha) or Mirage. their power was to create a hallucination of sorts- she could make herself appear to be the persons type (either romantically or someone they took pity on) and then rob them lol. thats why the group thought it was a kid- someone saw a child enter a shady car and speed off to a upper class party.

i still wish i couldve found a way to put her in the story. honestly, ive been redoing the Runaways story and designs, and when i work on the villains i'll definitely find a spot for them!!!

thank you for the ask my dear friend, you have increased my brain rot <;3 /pos

[thewhitewitch-bitch]

In Astris Supra (Chapter 8: Prima Nocte Videt Notus Lateri Tuo)

Agatha Harkness x F!OC

Read it on AO3

CW: Demons, demonic possession, blood, slight gore

New York City

December, 1724

"I appreciate your discretion in all this, Doctor." I said as our footsteps echoed off the cold stone steps, "Given that you reached out to me in particular, I'm sure you're aware of the potential circumstances?" 

"Indeed," he replied, producing a wrought iron key from the pocket of his black wool coat, "You're not the first witch I've encountered in my time, but thankfully you're the first one who hasn't tried to kill me. Not to mention that I find your published works on the effects of various poisons on the body's systems to be quite an interesting read. I figured you would be willing to look into this."

The memory of the original proposition played over in my mind, occupying my thoughts as we continued down the frost laden, dark tunnels beneath Fraunces Tavern.

The letter was brought to me surprisingly by Hatch some two weeks prior, clutched tightly within his beak. According to the note, Dr. Christopher Connors, a coroner in New York City, had been asked to conduct an inquest into the manner of death of two young girls, ages fifteen and seventeen, respectfully. The older gentleman was at a loss, the nature of their deaths seemed... unnatural. Having read my findings in the British Medical Journal under the pseudonym Dr. Anthony Druid, and being an associate of Rupert Kingsley's, Connors sought me out and offered to pay a generous sum for my assistance in the case. 

"I don't trust it." Agatha had said after looking over the letter for herself, "Never trust a man."

"Says the woman who's spent the last twenty years rampaging through Salem after killing her coven." I mumbled, hoping she wouldn't hear me. There had been something else included with the letter that I had not shown her. Connors had provided a series of detailed charcoal sketches of both victims. Just a passing glance of them told me that I had no choice but to assist. 

"You can't possibly be considering it!" Agatha exclaimed. I glanced over at her, folding over the sketches and tucking them into the pocket of my wool overcoat that hung by the door of Agatha's cabin. While I had not been a permanent resident there, I did establish myself there as a regular visitor, maintaining my lodgings in Boston to further my studies in private.

"I'll be back by the new year at the latest." I said, loud and clear as I waved a hand, summoning clothes and food into the saddle bags beside my coat, "Trust me, darling; I need to look into this." 

Her hand reached out to grab my wrist, but I was too quick for her. I ducked out of her grasp and out the door before she could protest any further.

I opened my palm to form an orb of light, illuminating the cold tunnel in a pale, white glow. Connors was a bulky man, I realized as I followed behind him. His thick frame might have been intimidating to others who were not equipped to fight. But his gentle green eyes and his kind face gave no evidence of foul intentions, despite his rather morbid occupation. Agatha was right to assume that most men couldn't be trusted, but looking through the eyes of a Lunar witch, the lenses were different. It was easy for me to read the intentions of a person by simply studying their face. He was no threat to me, or to anyone for that matter. Looking past him, we were fast approaching a large wooden door with a heavy padlock. The bodies had to be in there, kept out of sight from mortals who were incapable of understanding what they saw. Connors' heavy footsteps came to a halt in front of the door, the key in his hand shaking as he did against the cold. He glanced back at me with a cautious glance. 

"Are you sure you want to see this, Miss Stuart?" he asked me softly, his breath wafting past his mustachioed lips like wisps of smoke.

I nodded though my heart was slamming against my ribcage, "I have to be sure. If this is what I think it may be, our very existence may be at risk." 

Connors nodded and put the key into the lock. It clicked loudly, the sound echoing menacingly off the walls followed quickly by the creaking of the door as it opened. The smell hit us hard. The sickening decay of flesh despite the numbing cold was enough to turn even the strongest of stomachs. I reached into the pocket of my coat and pulled out a small jar of aromatics to hold to my nose. Connors held a handkerchief over his nose as he stepped inside, his complexion turning pale green as we approached a pair of sheet-covered lumps on a wide oak table. The room was even darker than the hall, if that was even possible, but with a quick flick of my wrist the light floating above my hand moved about the room, lighting candle stubs and lanterns before wafting up over the table to fully illuminate the room. 

"Tell me about them." I said, my eyes glued to the pair of covered corpses as I approached them. Connors tucked himself into a corner of the room where he wouldn't have to look at them again. Once had been more than enough for him it seemed. 

"Edith O'Brien, age fifteen, and Mildred Adams, age seventeen," he explained, his tone flat as if he were reading straight from his notes, "orphans staying under the care of a Miss Rebecca Stanworth. Both girls were supposedly on their way to do the day’s washing when they suddenly became afflicted with some sort of neurological condition. They began to have fits, collapsed to the ground, and died within minutes."

"Who informed you of this, Doctor?"

"Miss Stanworth did. She saw the whole thing from the kitchen window. The girls barely made it past the garden gate before they fell."

Keeping the jar of herbs under my nose, I stepped over to the smaller of the two bodies and drew back the sheet. Just as the sketches had shown, Edith’s body had been left in horrid condition. 

She was thin, though most girls her age could stand to have a bit more meat on their bones, but from simple observation it was plain to see that the girl was suffering from malnutrition. Her cheek bones were hollowed in, her eyes sunken into the sockets, her ribs protruding, her golden hair brittle as dried straw. Even after two weeks of decomposition, the body had stayed in decent condition, no doubt due to the cold. But what was most alarming about her was her skin. Though pale and faintly greyed due to her current condition, situated brightly over her chest was a mark. It was viciously large, spreading across her chest, down her left arm and up the side of her neck, sourced directly from her heart. Colored like a fresh bruise, in various shades of mottled purples, reds, and blues, it had spread like poison in her veins, like a parasite that had suffocated her slowly then all at once. 

Taking a quick glance at the Adams girl, the condition was exactly the same, down to the pattern of the mark on her body. I sighed heavily and stepped away from the table, covering the girls back up as I did.

"Is it what you feared, Miss Stuart?" Connors asked me. I glanced back at him with worry in my eyes. 

"What do you know about demons, Dr. Connors?"

He shrugged, "Outside of what is written in the Lord's book, not very much." 

"Then allow me to enlighten you." I offered, propping myself against a wall across from him. "Demons as you know them are servants of a Dark Lord. They are called 'fallen angels', 'hellspawn', 'children of Satan'. But demons have existed far longer than your God. They are quite nearly as old as the earth itself, and they are harbingers of chaos and cruelty. Demons as you know them have been portrayed as slaves to a darker power, but this is simply not true. They work as singular entities within a greater sphere of evil, creating doom and chaos as they see fit under the watchful eye of the High Lords of Hell. But something isn't right here."

I pointed to the girls on the table, "These girls were possessed by the same demon at the same time. For a demon to be able to split its soul into two pieces... it's just never been recorded before. No witch or sorcerer has ever seen this before. Did Miss Stanworth mention any odd behavior? Foaming of the mouth, speaking in Demonic Script?" 

Connors shook his head, "Nothing like that at all. Perhaps if this demon has managed to split himself in two, his power is not at its full strength?" 

"Perhaps..." my voice trailed off as I tried to run through every possible scenario I could think of. Connors watched me diligently as I pondered, eventually clearing his throat to draw my attention back to me after he thought of something.

"Miss Stuart, if these girls are deceased, then does that mean that this demon is roaming free once again? Are more people in danger?" 

"Yes, Doctor. I'm afraid so. I don't believe this is a lower demon running amuck amongst the people of the city. Only a demon with a great amount of power would be able to do something like this. I fear that a Lord of Hell has come to unleash terror upon the Colonies." I muttered, though the sound bounced off the walls so easily I knew he could hear me loud and clear. He made a gesture over his chest, the sign of the cross, if I remembered correctly. 

"W-Well, how do we stop it? Do we need to exorcise it? I can fetch a reverend-"

I held up a frozen free hand to stop his rambling. The last thing we needed was a reverend to be involved. The poor bastard would only get himself killed trying to banish the thing without any magical authority. 

"That won't necessary, Dr. Connors." I drawled, straightening up off the wall. "Demons, higher demons especially, have a particular fondness for witches of my variety. I'll summon it outside the city and banish it properly. No need for anyone else to get hurt." 

Connors tilted his head curiously, dropping his handkerchief back into the pocket of his coat, "You're a curious woman, Miss Stuart. I do hope you're successful in your endeavor." 

"So do I."

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I had every intention of dispelling a demon that night. Standing atop a snow-covered hill north of the city, summoned tomes in hand, surrounded by candles, I was fully prepared to begin the summoning ritual when I was interrupted by the sound of furiously flapping wings. Glancing up into the cloud covered night sky, outlined against the barely shining first quarter, was a raven, making a dive toward me. 

"My lady!" Hatch cawed exasperatedly as he set himself down in front of me. He shuddered against the cold of the night and looked up at me with urgency. "I'm so very sorry to interrupt, I know you told me not to but-"

"What, Hatch? What is the matter?" I asked him calmly. 

The raven shuffled his little feet in the snow, as if he were afraid to tell me. Then, he looked up and spoke. 

"You recall the encounter you had with one Lady Death prior to my transformation, yes?" 

Of course, I had told him the truth. No secrets were meant to be kept between a familiar and its master. I nodded, urging him to continue quickly. 

"When she said she would allow you to save me as a favor to a 'her', you assumed it was your mother, correct?" 

"Yes, I could not think of anyone else who-"

"It was Miss Harkness, my lady." Hatch interrupted. My brow furrowed. 

"What?"

"They were... and I believe still are... intimate with each other. I figured you would want to know the truth, rather than be deceived any further." 

I should have felt angry. I should have felt enraged. I should have wanted to kill her. But all I felt was the gravity of my chest caving in again. She used me. And I was completely blind to it. Even with my guard still up, I felt as though I had the wind stripped from my lungs, the warmth pulled from my body. I was alone again. I fell to my knees. The candles around me shuttered against the rush of air, but they did not extinguish. No tears sprang forward, no cry escaped my lips... I just... felt... numb.

I had had every intention of dismissing a demon that night. But now that intention was gone, replaced by a sensation of emptiness that I thought had been cast aside long ago. I was exposed, vulnerable. And that was exactly what he wanted.

As I sat there, my familiar at my feet, the air became colder, so much so that even the smallest drop of water would freeze solid once exposed. Hatch ruffled his feathers and hopped out of the circle to warm himself beside the candles. The skin on my fingers began to turn blue, tiredness washed over me suddenly, and a voice, low and raspy whispered in my ear. 

"Poor little witch... all alone in this world. Perhaps... you'd like a bit of... company." 

A shadow passed over me. The bitter cold of the air returned to its prior chill. My frostbitten skin returned to its normal shade of pale pink. The hole in my chest remained, but a new sort of ache over my heart had formed. I winced and pressed a hand against my chest only to feel a sharp pain. Glancing down, I drew back my winter cloak, coat, and shirt, to see that a bruise, no larger than a penny had formed there, its coloration and nature alarmingly familiar. 

"Well then," I whispered to myself after a hard swallow, "if this is to be my punishment for trusting in her, so be it. But you will not drain me, Demon. Not as long as I have any say in it."

I pulled the small knife from my boot and held out my right palm over the pentagram at the center of the circle. Pressing the blade into my hand, the sting of the blade was partially numbed by the cold and was quickly replaced by the warm flow of crimson blood. 

"Adprehendo te daemonium, virtute mea alligatum, usque ad mortem meam!"

As droplets of blood curdled on the pentagram, the voice of the demon in my head growled menacingly. He did not expect a witch of my caliber, but the decision to kill me had come too late. He could not do so now unless I allowed it. 

"Fine... but you will grow weary of me soon enough. And when you do... your flesh... shall burn. So sayeth Asmodeus... Bane of Solomon... Lord of Hell." 

I rose to my feet and stepped out of the circle. Hatch followed behind me until he caught up and perched on my shoulder. I climbed onto my horse and took a strong hold of the reins.

"Hatch, deliver a message to Miss Harkness for me, please." I ordered flatly. 

"Of course, my lady. What would you like me to tell her?" 

"I will not be returning to Salem again. And she would be wise to not seek me out. Aislin Stuart will no longer associate with the lover of Death." 

Hatch dipped his head and fluttered off my shoulder, turning southward as I spun my horse to the west, aiming to put Agatha and our history behind me.

What a fool I was to believe that I could...

[ep2nd]

The MCYT PJO AU

Dsmp. Empires smp. Hermitcraft. Pirates smp. Rats smp. Earthsmp. Origins smp. Traffic smp. Evo smp. Mcyt. Etc.

I'd like to thank Dino from Discord for helping me through this, they were an amazing help and couldn't have done it without them.

Also Chaos from Discord who gave me ideas! She's here on tumblr too

Be aware I probably missed someone OR you may have another idea for someone else, if do please send an ask or reblog would love to hear yalls thoughts

Now without further adu- MCYT PJ AU

Poseidon

Lizzie

Zeus

Foolish

Sparklez

Hades

Joe

Ares

Techno

Pearl

Gem

Reddoons

Bek

Welsknight

Pigical

Boffy

Muka

Athena

Etho

False

Impulse

Puffy

Tapl

Xisuma

Eloise

Sniff

Quig

Pete

Aphrodite

Scar

Joey

Eret

Keralis

Skeppy

Netty

Hephaestus

Mumbo

Fwhip

Tango

Sam

Doc

Iskall

TFC

Zee

Hermes

Grian

Tommy

Sneeg

Cub

Fundy

Michael

Punz

Purpled

Taurtis

Demeter

Stress

Hannah

Katherine

Lani

Tubbo

Acho

Apo

Ant

Mika

Apollo

CPK

Hbomb

Olive

Owen

Ren

Wilbur

Lyrrah

Pix

Fit

Dionysus

Schlatt

Beau

Ninja

Oli

Hypnos

George

Hypno

Bdubs

Nike

Dream

Drista

Sapnap

Jevin

Vik

Lazarbeam

Hecate

Alyssa

Lauren

Shubble

Beef

Aphmau

Iris

Sausage

Scott

Wisp

Deo

Nemesis

Jack

Niki

Eryn

Notus

Couriway

Melinoe

Bertha

TomaHawk

Phobos

Xornoth

Asclepius

Ponk

Kymopoleia

XB

Prismarina

Janus

Ranboo

Aimsey

Tyche

Quackity

Aeolus

Martyn

Philza

Tina

SloyXP

Thanatos

Kristin

Morpheus

Karl

Boreas

Illumina

Zephyros

Connor

Hebe

Skizz

Big B

Boomer

Guqqie

Deimos

BBH

HellsKnight

Macaria

Cleo

Eris

Evil X(Alex)

Jimmy

Krow

Oracle

Callahan

[sentientgolfball]

Nobody asked for this and nobody but me cares but I’m going on a ramble about Ministry lore and the first ghouls

Not necessarily but if you read Origin first this will make more sense.

The first ghoul ever summoned by the founders of the Ministry was Ivy. Summoning rituals are time consuming and expensive, they didn’t have the luxury of mistake. They had to make it work or all of their plans would fall through. So they decided on an earth ghoul. They figured it would be the easiest of the five elements to summon. That and having one around may help them convert the massive amount of land into an abbey much faster.

When they pulled Ivy from the Pits there was a celebration, a feast. They welcomed it Topside like it was a guest of honor, almost worshiping it. They explained to Ivy who they were, why it was summoned, and what their goal was.

They were creating a Ministry in honor of Him. A place for all in the Morning Star’s flock to safely live. They needed, wanted, the help of ghouls. They were creations of Him. They would know the best way to serve Him. They also needed help. They were a small group, not many were sympathetic to their cause. They wanted to eventually summon a ghoul of each element.

Ivy’s place in this as the earth ghoul is to protect the land the Ministry stands on as well as help cultivate produce. Ivy easily agreed. It had been summoned before. It had seen the things humans wanted with infernal power. But these humans? There was something interesting about them. It wanted to watch them, see what becomes of them.

It was months before they could conduct another summoning. Almost a year since Ivy came to them. It had helped them in the allocation of resources, allowing them to perform another ritual that much faster. They decided air would be the next best element to try. According Ivy they live in the mountains of the Pits. They live the closest to the surface.

Notus was the first air ghoul. They treated him much the same as they treated Ivy when it was first summoned. Celebrate, feast, explain purpose. He would help them clear a space for their abbey to be built. Like Ivy he agreed, though unlike Ivy this was his first time being Topside. He thought what these humans were doing was noble. He has only ever seen damned souls, he never would have imagined there were humans who wanted to worship the Morning Star.

Notus was the last ghoul summoned for many, many years. Not because they couldn’t, but because there was no need.

When these two ghouls disappeared, never returning to the Pits, whispers began to travel. A ghoul had never been summoned without being returned shortly after. Returned once their contract was fulfilled. The whispers eventually reached the Morning Star Himself. He became curious. If His creations were being stolen He needed to know by who. He would not be like His Father. He would not abandon His creations.

He traveled to earth, following the trail of infernal magick to a vast forest far from civilization. At the heart of it He found His creations. He also found a small group of humans. He watched from the shadows as they ate together, laughed together, embraced one another. The Morning Star was touched seeing His creations treated the same as his creations. He made Himself known then, revealing Himself to the humans.

He questioned them, asking why they had taken two ghouls without returning them. In their stupor they tried to explain to Him who they were. What they were doing.

They called themselves The Clergy. They were creating a Ministry in His honor. He was taken aback. He was aware there were humans who chose Him over His Father, but to have a group dedicate themselves in this manner? He could never have predicted this.

This knowledge combined with testament from Ivy and Notus helped Him come to a decision. He gave these humans, The Clergy, His infernal blessing. He called forth the one responsible for the summoning of ghouls, a man with the name Emeritus. He made this man their leader, blessing him and his bloodline for centuries to come.

He also left them with a gift. Three to be exact. Their names were Alpha, Delta, and Omega. The rest of the elements, perfect specimens of their respective types.

With a full set The Clergy was able to build their abbey without needing any outside resources. They created their safe haven for those in His flock. As the years passed and their congregation grew the first ghouls grew alongside it. More were summoned, Clergy began to pass and get replaced, but they remained loyal as ever.

Ivy began to fade into obscurity though, becoming more of a Ministry legend than a person. It was their protection. It stayed in the forest, bonding so deeply with the plants they began to grow on it. It was able to talk to them. It could know if there was something moving on the opposite end of the forest.

The other four tried to keep it company, but they too began to forget about it as their own duties piled up. Ivy was never resentful. It enjoyed what it did. It was proud to know every human and ghoul could safely live their lives because of it.

Alpha and Notus maintained the Ministry. Alpha knew every inch of the gigantic building, he helped design it after all. Notus was able to reach the highest points, the places Alpha could not. It never fell to ruin, never damaged by even the worst of storms. Those two would not let it.

Omega and Delta took care of the residents, human and ghoul alike. Omega was their healer, able to cure even the worst of wounds. Delta listened to their woes. He made sure there was not a single soul in the Ministry who felt alone. Even in death he made sure there was someone for them, visiting graves to leave offerings.

These were the first ghouls.

They have seen everything.

They will be the last.

They will not leave until the earth has turned to dust.

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

July Break Bingo, 6.

Let's Make A Horror Movie!

Summary: July Break Bingo 2024.

Set in a Modern AU. One lazy day, the twins approach their friends with a suggestion.

Warnings: /

Rating: Teen and Up

Dead Dove: No

Words: 782

Prompt: Hardcore

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Astrid, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Fishlegs, Snotlout, Heather, Dagur

Pairing: Hiccstrid

Author’s Notes: This was a fun little thing to write. Once thought of turning this into a short fic with multiple chapters, but I ran out of time with the JBB challenge.

Enjoy!

-XOXOX-

“We’re going to make a hardcore horror movie!” Hiccup and his friends all gathered at Hiccstrid’s house and that’s what Tuffnut blurts out just as the previous conversation died down. What was it about? Well, no one can remember, not after that news.

“Ah, you what?” Hiccup asks, perplexed.

“No, notus, we!” Ruffnut emphasizes, her arms wide to gesture at the entire group she sees before her. It’s not just the twins who will be making this horror movie, but all of them.

Everyone sits outside by the pool. One would think that owning a home with three bedrooms and a pool would be super expensive, especially in this economy. But on the island of Berk, housing prices are still reasonable. Not that Hiccup coming from probably the richest family here doesn’t help.

“And why would we help you out?” Snotlout asks, dressed in speedos. He lifts his sunglasses to take a look at the twins with his signature judgmental look.

They’re all dressed in some type of swimwear. Two pieces, one pieces, speedoes or trunks. All but Hiccup and Fishlegs, who are both wearing a shirt because of different flavors of insecurities.

“Uh, because it’s an awesome idea and we should all totally join in! We already got a storyline!” Tuffnut states, feeling around for the notebook he and his sister have been writing in for the past couple of days. Briefly, he forgot he doesn’t have it on him because he left it in his jeans.

“Look at us and tell me we aren’t the perfect people to make one,” Ruffnut crosses her arms in a brief moment of smugness as she bathes in the genius of their idea.

Then she turns her attention to the rest. “Snotlout? Total jock!”

“Psh, Snotlout? Really?” Dagur asks incredulously. He feels like he would make a much better fit for that role.

“Heather? Look at her hair!” Immediately, there’s a storm brewing in Heather’s eyes. “Give her some ghostly makeup, make her peek around a corner, pull her hair in front of her face and you have the perfect ghost woman. Drenched catlady if we throw a bucket of water on her!”

Heather crosses her arms, not sure if she’s more offended or more flattered. She has a good singing voice and she can play a couple of instruments, why can’t she just slap some music together for their movie idea instead?

“Fishlegs has the perfect build to be a knife or chainsaw wielding maniac from the 80s!”

“Hey, that’s not true!” Fishlegs protests. He could never be a maniac who wields weapons of any kind.

“Ruffnut and I are obviously the producers and the writers and… You know,” Tuffnut takes over from his sister.

“And what about me?” Hiccup asks, perhaps feeling a little bit left out. He likes horror on occasion, mostly in the months from September to November, dubbed the “spooky months” by their group. One of his favorites include “The Thing,” even though he’s quite squeamish. He’s a fan of practical effects.

“Our creative team, duh!” Ah yes, the creative team composed of only one person. “We’re going to need practical effects and you always nail your Dreadfall costumes!”

That he does indeed! Last year, he decided to go with a classic; the zombie. Together with his artistry and after raiding the local art store, he put together something that looked life-like. The year before that, it was the legendary Lycanwing and it was a group costume then.

“Besides, you’re tall, skinny and freakishly flexible, you would be amazing as the monster!” It’s Ruffnut’s turn to continue. Provided he get some acting lessons, of course.

“You’re not seriously considering this, are you?” Astrid asks, recognizing that glint in his eyes. They’re both sitting on the same plastic lounge chair. Hiccup looks back at her, taking a sip from his soda can with a straw. He just likes the challenge, that’s all.

Oh, and dressing up, of course.

“Can I ask Toothless to join us?” Hiccup asks, wondering in his dragon’s stead.

“Hiccup!”

“Astrid? Total final girl!” And as suddenly as those words roll off Ruffnut’s tongue, she’s not so opposed to the idea anymore.

“I think you would make a great monster, Babe,” she tells her fiancé who laughs at her change of heart.

“So do you guys actually have an idea already?” Snotlout asks, splayed out on the floor next to the floor. It’s warmed by the sun. “Cause you’re just kinda throwing several different ideas into the group.”

“That’s because we have several different ideas, Snotman!”

“Several different great ideas!”

Several different great ideas indeed! And their friends will hear each and every one of them.

[demigod-shenanigans]

Triremes over Europe

Summary: “But isn’t it weird that it took me so long to realize this?” Jason asked, his expression still terribly vulnerable. “Shouldn’t this be something I just… know?”

“Sometimes it’s not,” Piper said, trying to keep the trembling out of her voice. Something in her chest was resonating, threatening to spill out, and she wasn’t quite ready to face it. “You know how the Mist works? How it will make people see what they’re expecting to see? It can be like that, too.”

It had been so easy to lean into it and ignore all evidence to the contrary. Piper McLean was in love with Jason Grace. There wasn’t a giant trireme flying over Europe.

Or: After the events in Split, Jason breaks up with Piper. Piper’s world shifts, but not in the way she expected.

Word count: ~ 4.5k

Rating: Teen and Up

Posting some more of this little fic universe! This time featuring Piper and Jason having a very amicable breakup. Piper and Jason are both queer and confused (there’s some level of comphet and internalized homophobia going on here for anyone who doesn’t feel like dealing with that right now), main focus is on the two of them being friends.

Piper has a crush on Reyna and doesn’t realize it and Jason has some perfectly normal platonic feelings towards Leo, thank you for asking. Please note that the tagged ships are pining only for this fic and this is a friendship fic first and a ship fic second.

Quick story note before we begin: for this universe I’m ignoring the whole Calypso situation (Percy can go yell at the gods to get her off the island when they’re done), so if you’re wondering why Leo is on the Argo during the Notus part, here’s your explanation!

———

Piper was about to get ready for bed when someone knocked on the door to her cabin.

She rubbed her eyes, confused, wondering if maybe she’d started drifting off and imagined the noise since it made no sense.

It was after midnight, way past the time when anyone except whoever was on watch was supposed to be walking around the ship. If it had been some sort of emergency, she couldn’t imagine her friends knocking instead of yelling about whatever was trying to kill them for the whole corridor to hear. And there hadn’t been a ton to report since they’d gotten stuck with Notus, anyway. Most likely, the main danger to Leo and Frank right now was that they’d bicker each other to death.

Hedge had already done his rounds, and he didn’t knock, exactly. He just yelled about how they all better be sleeping and banged his baseball bat against the door so loudly that if you really had been asleep before, you wouldn’t be after.

This only left Hazel, Nico or Jason, except Hazel had headed to bed early because she had a headache, Piper and Nico weren’t exactly friends, and Jason… he just wasn’t the type to break the rules, for any reason, no matter how much Piper wished he was.

The person knocked again, making it pretty clear that she hadn’t, in fact imagined it the first time, so Piper got up to open the door.

She was baffled when the door opened to a really sheepish, obviously anxious Jason.

“I didn’t wake you, did I?” he asked apologetically, looking at a point past her head.

“This might shock you, but I don’t usually sleep in jeans,” Piper joked. She raised an eyebrow. “Are you bending the rules to spend time with me? Who are you and what have you done to my boyfriend?”

Jason didn’t smile. He looked exhausted. The only benefit of the Notus situation should have been that Jason got some rest, since they weren’t constantly dealing with venti trying to crash the ship. Apparently he hadn’t been getting very much sleep regardless.

 “Piper, listen, I… can I talk to you? It’s kind of important.” 

She knew the instant the words were out of his mouth that this was it. They were done.

She’d been dreading this breakup for a while. Part of her had always known it was coming—that their relationship came with an expiration date. It was hard to put into words why. She just had. The way he’d been acting since his last mission had only made her more sure of it.

“Come in.” Piper forced a smile, trying to swallow the acid in her throat. She stepped aside to let Jason through, shutting the door behind him. “If you’re going to break up with me, I’d rather not have an audience.”

Jason didn’t argue. He wouldn’t even meet her eyes, dashing any hopes she might have had that she was misreading the situation again.

She sat back down on her bed, and a moment later Jason sank down next to her with obvious reluctance, far enough away that they weren’t touching. Great. Like this situation needed to get any more awkward.

“Listen, Pipes, I’m really sorry.” Jason was looking down at his hands, fidgeting uncomfortably. “It’s not that you’re- You didn’t do anything wrong. You’ve been great, actually. We’re just- I’m just not-” he broke off with a sigh, pressing his hands to his face. “Gods, I’m a disaster. I can’t even get the words out.”

“Here, I’ll help,” Piper huffed, crossing her arms. “It’s Reyna, isn’t it?”

She felt… she wasn’t sure what she was feeling, actually. 

Not surprised, exactly. She’d need both hands to count all the times she’d thought Jason would break up with her in the last few weeks. She wasn’t even sure she could blame him, really. Reyna was gorgeous. She didn’t need charmspeak to control a crowd—her general air of authority was more than enough. She was an awe-inspiring force of nature. If Piper could gather all that from the short time they’d spent together and a few flashes in her dagger, she couldn’t begin to imagine what years with her would be like. Of course Jason was in love with her. It seemed utterly impossible for anyone not to be.

So what was it that Piper was feeling? Jealousy, maybe? Anger? Neither of those felt like the right way to describe it.

There was a pressure in her chest that she couldn’t explain. All she knew was that it hurt. That it had been hurting ever since she’d started thinking about Jason and Reyna together, hands linked as they walked through the streets of New Rome.

It hadn’t been an issue when he’d first told her—when Reyna had been a vague idea of a person that had meant something to Jason in a different life. But that had been before she’d actually met Reyna.

Everything felt different since.

“It’s not Reyna,” Jason choked out. He looked more upset than she’d ever seen him, despite the fact that he was the one who’d decided to break up with her. “It’s never been about Reyna.”

Piper’s heart did something weird and awful, then. It unclenched slightly. Some of the tension went out of her shoulders, like it fundamentally wasn’t as bad if it was anyone else. 

“Then who is it?” she asked, because she was supposed to want to know. Because she wanted to go on ignoring the confusing ball of emotion in her chest that told her maybe it didn’t matter.

She wanted to shove those feelings back in the box and never look at them again.

“It’s not about anyone. It’s just me.” Jason looked like he might cry. Piper wasn’t sure she’d ever seen him cry before. 

He’d never been good at letting his walls down around her.

Despite the hurt and confusion, Piper reached out to put a hand on his shoulder. It felt like the natural thing to do. He’d been her friend before he’d ever been her boyfriend. “Hey, Sparky. Look at me.”

“Something happened. In Split,” Jason admitted after a long moment of silence. He did lift his head, then, but he still wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“Yeah, that much is obvious from how weird you and Nico have been acting.”

Neither of them had talked about what had happened or how they’d gotten the scepter. 

For the first few days after, Piper had barely seen Nico. He hadn’t even shown up for meals. He’d always been withdrawn, but not like that. And Jason… he’d been acting different around her. Pulling away when Piper tried to hold his hand, sincerely apologetic and terribly awkward at the same time. She’d hoped he was just stressed. The threat of the end of the world would do that to most people.

Apparently not.

Jason also seemed to have a newfound soft spot for Nico. He’d gone from jumpy every time Nico moved like he kept forgetting he was there to being protective of him whenever the subject came up, like he’d suddenly decided Nico was his younger brother and any bad word about him was a personal offense.

Piper wasn’t sure what Jason had done to change Nico’s mind, but whatever the case, as of two days ago he was back to eating with the rest of them.

“Tell me what happened.”

Jason shook his head. “I can’t. I’m sorry. It’s not my place to talk about it.”

“So tell me what you can talk about,” she said, not forcefully. She didn’t want him to tell her because she’d accidentally used her charmspeak. She wanted him to tell her because they’d been dating for months at this point and she deserved to understand what was going on, even if she didn’t like it. “Because if you’re going to break up with me, I’d at least like to know why.” 

“I’m sorry.” He did cry, then, his eyes pressed shut like that might make the pain go away. “I'm just really confused right now. I know my timing is awful. But it wouldn’t be fair to just keep dating you when I…” Jason clenched his hands into her blanket, apparently trying to steady his breathing. He didn’t quite manage. Then he looked directly at her, his expression more vulnerable than she’d ever seen it. “When I’m not even sure I’m into girls. I. Uhm. I think I might be gay?”

Piper couldn’t stand the fear in his eyes. Before she fully registered what she was doing, she’d looped her arms around Jason’s midsection and pulled him to her chest. “It’s okay. You’re okay. Breathe.”

Jason made a surprised noise, but he obeyed, steadying himself against her as his breaths evened out against her shoulder. She wasn’t sure she’d ever held him like this before. It felt intimate, maybe more than any of their kisses had.

“You’re not mad?” he asked when they broke apart, looking at her like he was still expecting her to change her mind and start yelling at him.

“Why would I be mad?”

“Because I just broke up with you?” He sounded more confused than anything now. “Because I wasted a bunch of your time?”

Piper blinked, momentarily baffled by her own reaction. Jason was right. Maybe she should feel mad—not at his sexuality, obviously, and probably not even at him, but definitely at the situation. At the very least, she should probably feel bummed out, especially considering how long they’d been dating.

Somehow, she wasn’t feeling either of those things. She had, for a brief moment at the beginning, but not for the reasons she was supposed to be feeling that way. By now, any upset she’d felt had vanished completely. The confusing knot of emotions in her heart had unspooled into a treacherous feeling of relief.

For weeks, she’d assumed Jason breaking up with her would be the worst thing that could happen. Now that it was done, it felt like someone had removed a weight from her chest. Like she could breathe freely for the first time in months.

“I’m not going to be mad at you for something you only just realized about yourself,” she said, squeezing his shoulder gently. 

“But isn’t it weird that it took me so long to realize this?” Jason asked, his expression still terribly vulnerable. “Shouldn’t this be something I just… know?”

“Sometimes it’s not,” Piper said, trying to keep the trembling out of her voice. Something in her chest was resonating, threatening to spill out, and she wasn’t quite ready to face it. She thought back to the conversation she’d had with Hazel a few nights ago. “You know how the Mist works? How it will make people see what they’re expecting to see? It can be like that, too.”

It had been so easy to lean into it and ignore all evidence to the contrary. Piper McLean was in love with Jason Grace. There wasn’t a giant trireme flying over Europe.

She thought about how she’d told Jason she loved him when she assumed they were going to die, only to feel the same treacherous relief she did now when she’d realized he hadn’t heard it. She’d rationalized it by saying it would have been too soon. 

It was starting to click that that hadn’t been the reason for her relief at all.

Piper had an actor for a dad. Maybe it made sense that she was just a little bit too good at pretending.

Jason looked at her, surprised, and then he smiled, tiny and fragile and like he could see right through her. 

He hugged her again, and Piper felt like her chest might cave in—like all the things she’d refused to let herself feel might come tumbling out for everyone to see.

It terrified her. But something about this—about the fact that she wasn’t terrified and confused alone—made it easier to breathe.

“I’m glad we’re friends,” Jason said softly. “I like you so much. I think you’re awesome. I just… I don’t think I ever saw what I was supposed to when I looked at you.”

Piper’s head hurt, the way it sometimes did when she knew she was going to start crying. This was why it had been so perfectly easy to pretend with Jason. Why it might have been even without the fake memories and her mom telling her they were meant to be.

Jason was nice and brave and conventionally attractive. He was her friend, and Piper cared about him. Why wouldn’t she want them to be more? He was like a cardboard cutout of the love interest in every high school romcom she’d ever watched.

He was everything she was supposed to want in a boyfriend. She was supposed to fall asleep thinking about him. She was supposed to want to be alone with him. Instead, every time they were, she wished Leo was there to bridge the awkward silences. When she closed her eyes, she thought of Annabeth and their game of domestic breakfast theft. She thought of Reyna’s determined expression reflected in her knife. 

But Annabeth was her friend, and Piper was worried. Of course she was thinking about her. 

And Reyna… Reyna wasn’t anything to Piper. She was just a girl Jason had never dated, a girl he’d repeatedly stated he didn’t see as anything more than a friend. She wasn’t a threat to the relationship that Piper had convinced herself she wanted. There was no reason for the amount of space Reyna had taken up in Piper’s head.

She’d taken up residence regardless, and whenever Piper let her thoughts wander, her fingers wound up tangled in long brown hair.

Gods, fuck.

“Well, turns out we’re both kind of a mess,” she choked out, rubbing at her eyes, and yep, she was definitely crying now. It was as close to the truth as she allowed herself to get.

Jason swayed a little as he held her, like they were the strangest pair of dancers in history. It was weirdly soothing.

“And we’re both going to be okay,” he said, like it was the most certain thing in the world.

Piper held on tightly and let herself sink into that feeling. She wasn’t in love with Jason, but gods, she did love him. Curled up against his chest, that was one of the few things she felt certain about.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked quietly, after she managed to get a bit more of a handle on her emotions again.

They’d never been great at the talking part. They made a decent questing team, sure, but the moments before and after, when it was just the two of them… Piper never knew what to do with those. Jason didn’t seem to have much of a clue, either. 

Needless to say, she was a little surprised when Jason nodded.

“It’s confusing. It’s been confusing since Hera took my memories. They still don’t really feel like mine. They’re more like a movie I watched a few times—I know the plot and remember all the important bullet points, but that’s it. I’m not attached to them in the way I’m supposed to be.” Jason sighed. “I don’t remember ever seriously thinking of dating anyone, but maybe I had crushes. Some of the emotional parts didn’t carry over great. Maybe I was getting there, and then Hera decided it was inconvenient for what she had in mind, and now I’m confused all over again.”

Piper cringed. Having to do this once was bad enough. She couldn’t imagine what it’d feel like to have to go through it twice.

“I’m sorry.”

Jason was back to wringing his hands.

“I’d never even kissed anyone before you, which is probably part of why I didn’t figure things out sooner. I have no idea how it’s supposed to feel. Just that whatever I am feeling probably isn’t… that.”

This seemed like something Piper was supposed to know. She was the daughter of the goddess of love, for crying out loud. 

The truth was, she didn’t. Not really. 

Jason was the only person she’d ever kissed, in whatever moments she felt warranted a kiss. That in itself maybe should have told her something a lot sooner—how she’d thought of kissing him not as something she wanted to be doing, but as a task to be checked off a list. 

It was incredible what the Mist could hide if you didn’t think it was there. If you weren’t ready to see it. How well your brain could pull wool over your eyes when it came to things you weren’t willing to process.

It was one thing to risk being all over the tabloids with a stupid stunt she'd pulled to get her dad's attention. If people judged her for that, she could brush it off because they didn't truly know her.

Because that behavior was a choice she made, and one she could stop making at any time. But she already had enough people who judged her based on her heritage. If she could at least take this part of herself and package it up until it was unrecognizable so she never had to deal with what anyone else thought of it, wasn't that worth it, even if it made her miserable?

But you couldn't will the Mist back once you'd seen through it. And here, with Jason, who got her even if she still couldn't get the words out, Piper didn't think she wanted to.

She wanted to hold that piece of herself to her chest and just be, damn it. The world might end in a few weeks. And if they couldn't stop it, she'd so much rather live these last few weeks as herself. And if they did manage, well… she would cross that bridge if Gaia didn’t blow it up first.

Piper let that decision settle, with all the mixed emotions that came with it. It felt mostly good.

Then she gave herself a moment to really consider what Jason had said about kissing, thinking back to the campers who’d come to her for advice. In retrospect, that felt terribly ironic. Who was she to give romantic advice to anyone when she’d made herself so blind to her own feelings?

“I think there’s supposed to be sparks,” she finally said. “Not that I’ve got any more experience in that department than you do.”

“What, like I should fry them?” Jason raised an eyebrow. “That doesn’t sound safe.”

“Not literal sparks.” Piper paused, thinking about the gems that appeared whenever Hazel got nervous, or the way Leo would sometimes catch fire when he was stressed or excited. Maybe Jason’s thought wasn’t completely absurd. “Actually, there might be literal sparks, with your powers. But for most people, it’s more metaphorical. A warmth in your chest whenever you think about kissing them. Your heart flutters, and you want to keep doing it, today and tomorrow and maybe forever. Everything just feels right. It fits. Like you’re two sides of the same coin.” She laughed. “Oh Gods, I sound like a cheesy Valentine’s Day card.”

Jason snorted. “A bit. But thanks for trying. I think I might just be hopeless when it comes to this stuff.”

“You’ll figure it out. At least one of us has to,” Piper said, elbowing him gently. “It’ll probably get easier once we’re done constantly worrying about how the world might end in a month.”

“Yeah. Or maybe I’ll just be dead.” Jason bit his lip. “I hate this stupid prophecy. I don’t want to die. But I could never let it be Leo.”

There was something so determined in his expression that it scared her—like Jason had already decided how this was going to go, and the Fates should just try to lay a finger on Leo instead. Piper understood the sentiment—Leo was her best friend, and the thought of something happening to him just about killed her. But Jason was her friend, too, and she wasn’t any more okay with losing him than she was with losing Leo. 

“Even if I’m right about the prophecy, we’ll find another way,” Piper said, trying to sound reassuring. They had to. It didn’t seem fair that a bunch of sixteen year olds would have to make that kind of choice. “Besides, you know how Leo is. Tell him he can’t do a thing and he’ll take it as a personal challenge. One time, back in Wilderness School, one of the other kids told him he couldn’t possibly eat fifteen Jell-O cups. Made himself sick for two days, but he ate twenty just to spite that person.”

There were few scenes from that time Piper remembered clearly, thanks to Hera’s Mist memories. Why this was one of them, she had no idea.

The corners of Jason’s mouth ticked up. “Yeah, when Leo sets his mind to something, he’ll do it, laws of the universe be damned. The Fates won’t know what hit them.”

Jason’s voice was soft and fond. He had an expression like he’d follow Leo to the moon if he asked—over a stupid story about Jell-O cups, of all things.

“You like him a lot, don’t you?”

“I mean, obviously.” Jason smiled softly. “Leo’s kind of the greatest person I’ve ever met.”

“Aw, you sap.” Piper elbowed him again. “Please don’t tell him that, though. I’m not sure he needs his ego even more inflated,” she joked.

Jason rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “It… might be a little too late for that.” 

Piper raised one eyebrow. “What did you do?”

“I maybe told him that he was important, and that people with special gifts like his show up when they’re needed the most. Half a year ago, in the sewer.”

“Oh my gods.” Piper couldn’t help it. She burst out laughing. “That’s really sweet, don’t get me wrong, but I cannot believe I fell asleep early one time and you immediately started hitting on my best friend.”

“That’s not- I wasn’t-” Jason’s face turned crimson. “I didn’t say anything I didn’t mean.”

“I wasn’t saying you didn’t mean it.” She didn’t push him, no matter how much she wanted to point out that this was the most romantic thing she’d heard him say since they met. It would have been too much, too soon, even if they hadn’t had the prophecy hanging over their heads. “I am, however, saying that you are the corniest person I know. If I was boring enough to be genuine, I’d say Leo probably really appreciated it, though. He’s not the best at admitting when he’s having a hard time, and you saying sappy stuff like that is sometimes more helpful than me joking with him.”

“Good.” Jason’s shoulders slumped in something that looked like relief, and he gave her a tentative smile. “I’m glad. I’m sure he appreciates you joking with him just as much, though.”

And somehow, after all the breakup talk and the half-spoken truths about themselves and each other, this was almost easy. 

Piper believed Jason when he said that it wasn’t about anyone in particular. That he was just confused and this didn’t feel the way it was supposed to.

She was also pretty sure she now knew something he didn’t.

~~~~~

It was the middle of the night by the time Jason left her cabin, and Piper was glad no one was around to witness it. Frank probably would have had a stroke. Coach Hedge would have promptly beaten them both up with his baseball bat before either of them got the chance to explain that they’d actually just needed some alone time to break up in peace.

Piper was still kind of shocked about how well things had gone. Despite the circumstances, it had been her and Jason’s first non-awkward solo conversation in what felt like forever. Go figure that breaking up would somehow make things less weird between them.

They hadn’t exactly decided what to tell the others, or when they would. Piper had joked that they could just wait for someone to awkwardly point out that they weren’t kissing anymore. With them all constantly trying not to die, their friend group really had more important things to worry about than the non-existent relationship drama between Piper and Jason. 

Sure, it would probably take them a moment to figure out how to properly go back to being friends after they’d dated for months, but amicable as their breakup had been, they’d manage.

Piper really should have tried to sleep now, considering the fact that she was supposed to be on watch in the morning and it wouldn’t be great if she slept through that.

Instead, she sat at the edge of her bed and got out Katoptris. It hadn’t shown her any new visions since Rome. She’d been hoping to get confirmation Annabeth and Percy were alive, at first, but it vehemently refused. The only thing it bothered to show her now was a still. Every time she looked at the blade, the same stupid image of Reyna on her pegasus stared back, like the blade had gotten stuck on it somehow. Like someone had pressed pause on this exact frame and then decided to lose the remote.

Reyna looked exhausted. Her hair had come loose from her neat braid and was completely disheveled, but there was a grim determination in her eyes like she could handle anything. When Piper looked at her, she really, truly believed that.

She wanted to reach out and brush the stray strands of hair back behind Reyna’s ears. Maybe redo her braid, despite the fact that she wasn’t great at braiding and Reyna probably wouldn’t want her to even if she had been.

This was the part where usually, Piper’s brain would kick in and start trying to rationalize things away. Girls were objectively pretty. Piper admired Reyna. She needed to know the competition. She wanted to be friends with her. There were perfectly heterosexual reasons for why she wondered what her palms felt like and why she really needed to figure out how well Reyna’s jaw fit into her hands.

But it was three in the morning, and there wasn’t a Jason-shaped weight pressing down on her chest, and for the first time, Piper let the thoughts linger.

————

Some notes:

-My favorite interpretation of Jason and Piper’s relationship will always be one of them breaking up with the other because they figured out they’re queer and the other promptly going “oh thank the gods I thought it was just me”

-Split actually went down a lot like it did in the book, it didn’t change in any massive way, except afterwards Jason just kind of looked at Nico confused because “is that not a perfectly normal reaction to have to Percy Jackson” and Nico just kind of stared at him for ages. Jason is still sorting out a lot of stuff (it turns out getting your memories and entire sense of self ripped away from you will mess with you in some pretty severe ways. Who’d have thought). He does not have his feelings for Leo figured out even slightly. But he’ll get there. Once I feel more confident writing Nico I’d really like to do a little prequel fic about him and Jason bonding, but we’ll see how it goes.

-Piper trying to be heterosexual for all of HoO while describing Reyna in the most romantic terms imaginable and tenderly pressing her forehead to Annabeth’s is highly comedic to me. Piper doesn’t even know Reyna and I swear she’s on her mind more than she is on Jason’s, lol

-The way Piper’s visions dagger works in the series has no actual consistency and therefore if I want to use the plot convenience dagger for queer purposes I can and I will.

@poppitron360

[warper-in-training]

hey everyone i am begging on my knees again. found this in my silly bookmarks but notuing shows up cause they feleted their blog but i wpls plsplsplspls

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[papatyademetii]

"Ben yıllar sonra içimdeki çocuğu güldürebilen, yanında huzur bulduğum birini buldum."

Bunun tarifini anlatamam..

[halimecan]

Hayatın Geçiciliğini Hatırla, Güzel Kalbini Hırpalama

Hayat, bir rüya gibi… Hızla geçen, iz bırakan ama bir o kadar da geçip giden bir serüven. Dün yaptığın seçimler, bugün içinde bulunduğun duygular ya da yarın karşılaşacağın fırsatlar, her biri bir anın parçası. Ama tüm bu anlar, zamanın geçiciliği içinde kayboluyor. İşte tam bu noktada, önemli bir hatırlatma yapmamız gerekir: Hayat kısa, kalp nazik.

İnsanlar çoğu zaman, içindeki hırs, öfke ya da endişe ile kendini zorlayarak yaşar. Daha fazla kazanmak, daha fazla başarmak, daha fazla görmek, daha fazla duyumsamak… Bu sürekli bir koşuşturma içinde, geriye bakmaya zaman bulamazsınız. Ama belki de bu çabaların en önemli öğesi, kendi iç huzurumuzu kaybetmememiz gerektiğidir.

Birçoğumuz, acı ve hayal kırıklığı karşısında kalbimizi savunmasız bırakmaktan korkarız. Fakat hayatta en çok ihmal ettiğimiz şey, belki de kalbimizin güvenliğidir. Bir kalbi ne kadar hırpalarsak, o kadar az sevgi verir ve alırız. Oysa kalbimiz, tıpkı diğer organlarımız gibi, en büyük korunmaya ihtiyaç duyan bir yapıdır.

Bunu hatırladıkça, içimizdeki huzuru bozan her düşünceyi bir kenara bırakmalı, yaşadığımız her anın kıymetini bilmeli ve kalbimizi nazikçe sarıp sarmalamalıyız. Hırpalanmış bir kalp, dünyaya olan bakışımızı karartır. Üzgün olmak, kırılmak, hayal kırıklığı yaşamak insani duygulardır, ancak bunların da geçici olduğunu unutmamalıyız. Kalbimiz, zaman içinde yara alacak ve belki de bir süre tedaviye ihtiyaç duyacak. Ama hayatın geçiciliği kadar, iyileşmenin de sonsuz olduğunu hatırlamalıyız.

Bazen sevdiklerimize, bazen kendimize nazik olmalıyız. Kendini yormadan, kalbinin sesini dinleyerek, biraz da ruhsal anlamda rahatlamayı seçmeliyiz. Hayat, hızla akıp giderken, bir gün geri döndüğümüzde ne kadar az şeyin kalıcı olduğunu fark ederiz. Kalbimizi koruyarak, o kısa zaman diliminde en güzel şekilde yaşamalıyız.

Unutma: Kalbini kırmak ya da kırılmak kolaydır, ama ona nazik olmak, onu sakin tutmak ve sevmek, çok daha değerli bir beceridir. Çünkü hayatın geçiciliği, kalbin sevgiyle dolu olduğu sürece, hiç de korkutucu değildir.

[inkrabbit]

Do any of nihils ghouls have stuff like insomnia, ptsd, adhd, ect?

they're all fucking stupid

but real talk:

Ares has light insomnia. some nights it's worse than others, but for the most part, he wakes up every 1-2 hours. when he does wake up, he'll leave his room and go check on everyone. he won't wake them, but he'll just quietly open the door to their room, poke his head in, make sure they're fine and then leave

Astraeus deals with trauma. out of all of the ghouls, his abuse was the worse. because of this, he reacts negatively with sudden movement, people reaching towards him, any sort of touch, things like that. if he knows you and likes you, then he tolerates it more. but other than that, he just doesn't want anyone around him

Neptune cannot deal with fire. period, the end. he has a huge fear of it because of his death, and he has gotten burned. it's why he wears his mask 24/7 now. even though the fire only caught the side of his mouth, it scarred him and also made him feel like his entire body was set on fire. in a way, he relived his burning until his mind will finally shut down and he goes into a frenzy. Ares is actually the one that tries to keep Neptune away from any and all visible flames

Notus deals with anxiety and adhd. the others try to keep him "sheltered". they know he can get kinda panicky in large crowds. one of his ways to tell someone he's close with "I'm not doing okay and I need to leave" is by gently biting their shoulder or the top of their ear. these are areas he'll bite in a more intimate way, so he hopes it gets the message across. he can also be impulsive at times, but he's gotten better with this as the years have gone on

Silvanus is severely depressed and is believed to be bipolar. while he can hide it very well, he has a habit of making very dark jokes, and there have been plenty of times where he'll have depressive episodes. if his mental state gets bad enough, he'll actually leave the ministry and go to a certain tree in the forest, block off the little entrance with his vines and sort of hibernate. there will also be nights where he'll relive his death. he'll wake up out of a dead sleep, unable to breathe and he'll feel blood and the pain at his throat. he'll panic until he finally passes out and he can breathe again. no one knows why this happens or how to prevent it

[thoughtlessarse]

President-elect Donald Trump is already filling up his cabinet with neoconservative warmongers, building a national security team that would have blanched at the “America first” posture of his presidential campaign. Trump asked Representative Mike Waltz, a retired Green Beret known for promoting the coldest of wars with China, to be his national security adviser. He also named Marco Rubio—another Florida Republican and one of the most trigger-happy options Trump could have picked—as his secretary of state. And what do you know? The liberal establishment is thrilled. The American foreign policy elite, and many mainstream Democrats, immediately lined up to hail Trump’s selection of Rubio, who holds hard-line views on Iran, China, Venezuela, and, in particular, Cuba. Pennsylvania Senator John Fetterman was the first Democrat to express his support for Rubio’s confirmation. “Unsurprisingly, the other team’s pick will have political differences than my own,” Fetterman said in a post on X. “That being said, my colleague @SenMarcoRubio is a strong choice and I look forward to voting for his confirmation.” According to NBC News, some Democrats in Congress admit that they are “pleasantly surprised” by the “caliber” of some of Trump’s picks, including Rubio. One Democrat, New Jersey Senator Cory Booker, didn’t even try to contain his excitement. In an interview with NOTUS, Booker boasted about his friendship with Rubio. “First of all, Marco Rubio is my friend,” Booker said. “We’ve developed, over my 10 years here, a really good friendship. He is principled.” “I’m just happy for him and his family,” he added. “We’re going to have hearings and I’m going to get a chance to talk to him. He has an understanding of foreign policy’s nuances and complexities.” Arizona Senator Mark Kelly also praised his Republican colleague, saying Rubio’s “got a pretty good understanding of the threats we face.” Liberal media elites were similarly jazzed. Jeffrey Goldberg, editor in chief of The Atlantic, resurfaced a 2015 interview he conducted with Rubio, noting that “you can see evidence of his consistently hardline approach to Iran.” The new Trump cabinet, he added, “could become a real nightmare for Tehran.” Political scientist Ian Bremmer said Rubio and Waltz are “serious” and “credible on foreign policy,” adding that US allies around the world are “feeling more comfortable with both of these announcements.”

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