#reyna said this. btw

[xx0yeet-everything0xx]

jason grace vs krios. babe love that you're nostalgic for wolf house times yeah lupa would be proud but you could also stop now maybe

[acaciapines]

"Oh, good, you're here," Vera said, slipping inside the room with Minnie close by her side. Annabeth barely spared her a glance. "I'll be paired up with Leo and Minnie for my squad. A few other Amazons can join me if they want." "Minnie is too young to fight," Hazel said, and Minnie narrowed her eyes. "That's the rule." "Ignoring the stupidity of that," Vera said, slinging an arm over Minnie's shoulders. "She's not leaving my sight. You think I trust anyone who hates me around her?" "A lot of people hate Vera," Minnie added helpfully. Vera shoved her head. "It's true!" "So you'd put her in war?" Annabeth asked. Vera held out her hands. "I mean, ideally, I'd have Calypso kidnap Minnie and brought to safety for a while, but she's ignoring me. Have you heard from her?" she asked, looking around. Nobody answered. "If anyone kidnaps me, I'll bite you," Minnie added. "I bite very hard." "That's true," Vera added, tone flat like someone who had probably been bitten before.

HAVE I SAID HOW MUCH I LOVE VERA AND MINNIE AND LEO. HAVE YOU CONSIDERED HOW MUCH I LOVE VERA AND MINNIE AND LEO.

[wonustars]

as someone who’s been playing val since 2021 this nearly killed me

Chat, is that Rizz? | jww (m)

Pairing: Streamer!Wonwoo x Streamer! F.reader 

❀ Summary: Your rivalry with Wonwoo has existed for as long as you’ve been streaming. It’s fun, and both of your communities love it. Wonwoo is happy to play along - at least until you question his rizz while live, and he feels like he should remind you just how much rizz he has.

❀ Word Count: 5,366

❀ Genre: Established Relationship, Faux Rivals 

❀ Type: Smut, a hint of fluff

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging in and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

❀ Warnings: This is so cheesy and stupid and I don’t care!! Explicit language, teasing and light antagonization, gamer and streamer speak in spots, sexually explicit content including spanking, fingering, unprotected sex, hint of overstimulation, playful banter and teasing during sex, bodily fluids, soft dom if you squint. UNEDITED.

❀ A/N: I don’t care that parts of this are kind of cringe, @daechwitatamic tells me to write so I write and I needed to  get out of a writing slump. Yes the game they are playing is Valorant. No I did not call it Valorant. Have I played Valorant in the last year? No! Anyway, please enjoy this shameless porn no plot! Also please don't arrest me for the fucking TERRIBLE puns.

❀ Disclaimer: Disclaimer: All members of Seventeen are faces and name claims for stories. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios. Moreover, none of my works accurately reflect, represent or take a stance on the nuances of Korean culture, cities, people etc. Seventeen members are not Seventeen culturally, intellectually, physically, or representationally in my stories, and should be considered name and face stand-ins for made up characters.

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“You’re never going to hit Immortal with that strat, Wonwoo,” you tease, cringing as he gets gunned down by the enemy team’s Reyna. “Rotated too early.” 

“Here they go,” Seungcheol mutters into the mic, his exasperation making you grin as you fix your eyes on the screen. Like both you and Wonwoo, Seungcheol has already died in the round, watching as Mingyu navigates the map to pick up the bomb to attempt to save the round. 

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you while you were dead,” Wonwoo shoots back. You scrunch your nose, knowing that it is, unfortunately, true. “I was in the land of the living. You know. Because I didn’t dry peek long and die.” 

“Seungcheol told me to push site!”

“Maybe push with util, though? Or be better.”

On the right side of your screen, you can see your chat blowing up. You grin and roll your eyes - you aren’t actually bothered by Wonwoo and you know he isn’t mad either. Playing games with him always elicits teasing and a steady back and forth.

Once upon a time, his poking might bother you. Now, you’ve played enough games with Wonwoo over the last two years to know better. It’s all in good faith, and it’s part of the joke, this ongoing way the two of you bicker and go tit for tat. 

“I am nothing if not an accommodating teammate,” you offer back. Mingyu manages to get to the site, swinging wildly to check for enemies. “I’m a helper. I like to help people.”

“You can help me by shutting up,” Mingyu mutters. 

“Yeah,” Wonwoo echos, a smirk prominent in his voice. “Shut up.” 

“No I’m talking to you too,” Mingyu assures. “And you did rotate without me and too early. So she’s right.”

That shuts Wonwoo up, a chorus of laughter echoing in the headset as your team watches Mingyu try and go for the clutch. Your laughter fades and you mute yourself on Discord in an attempt not to distract Mingyu, eyes flicking over to the comments flooding in on your stream.

It’s a rewarding feeling to see how many there are, donation notifications popping up on the top of your screen making your heart stutter a little. You can see Seokmin moderating as usual in the chat, reminding people the commands for frequently asked questions and removing anything weird. 

There is a lot of weird. 

“Thank you for the dono, Shaezy98. Yes, PiCheolwinning, I hit Immortal a few days ago! What do you guys think about doing a nonstop stream until I hit Radiant? Would that be fun?” 

Resounding yes responses flood the comments. You grin, pulling your legs up into the chair to make small talk with the community you’ve so carefully built over the last few years. You see a suggestion in the comments that makes you laugh, leaning forward to unmute yourself in Discord. 

“Hey Wonwoo,” you ask. “My chat wants us to try 1v1 where we customize each other’s settings. Thoughts?” 

It’s a common question. People love the dynamic you and Wonwoo specifically have, enjoying seeing the friendly rivalry grow over the years. You can recall several streams you’ve done just playing together, hosting charity events and promoting new games as a dynamic duo. 

Some wonder if you’re together. There’s no hard evidence, but there's chemistry there. A lightness to your banter that comes with a familiarity your fans try to piece together, a gentleness that sounds the edges of your insults to make sure the other knows your kidding. 

Wonwoo lets out a deep hum. “You’re gonna go demon mode on my settings. Then I’d have to change them back.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. Of course he’s worried about his settings, as if he can’t export them. “Is that a no?”

“What’s in it for me? Besides my fucked up settings and the risk you change all my weapon skins.”

Clearing your throat, you put on your best telemarketer voice. “The benefits to this offer are endless. For a limited time only, you can take advantage  of quality time spent with me-” 

“Not a benefit.” 

You ignore his interruption, a vein in your forehead ticking at the comment. “You can protect your honor and pride as a gamer, and as a special early bird offer, I’ll give all donations from that stream to a charity of your choosing. Thoughts?” 

Mingyu ends up losing the round, earning a resounding sigh and curse from everyone on the team. You move your mouse around to click through weapons and set yourself up for the next round. “They’re going to force,” you say, momentarily distracted from your sales pitch by strategy. “Wonwoo I can buy you a marshall.”

“Yeah.” 

You make the transaction for him and drop the weapon so he can pick it up, noting the comments coming in from viewers.

NoLo88: See, she always does stuff for him - I swear they’re together!!!

EzBoyZ: No way would she date him.

NoLo88: Are you kidding? Have you seen Wonwoo? He’s like the hottest streamer ever.

LoLPog69: Ugh I hope they’re not dating, she’s better single. 

 “See, I’m fun. I’m nice. I’m a team player who helps win games. What do you say?” 

“Fine, it’s a date.” 

The way he so casually says it makes your stomach flip. You hesitate for a moment, blinking in surprise before you realize he’s said it without really thinking about it. Biting  your bottom lip to fight a smile, you ask, “Oh? A date? Chat, is that rizz?” 

“Oh fuck off,” Wonwoo huffs, trying to cover up his mistake. You can’t help it - your smile spreads as he rushes to gloss over what he said. “It’s a figure of speech.” 

“He’s trying to rizz me, chat!”

“In your dreams.”

“You should change your tag from WonuWizard to WonuRizzard.” Wonwoo curses as he gets killed. You cackle, killing an enemy and taking their gun. “Oo, an operator. Do you want this, Wonwoo? What about changing your tag to RizzardOfOz?” 

Wonwoo groans on the other end of the mic and you can imagine the way he pushes back in his chair, sinking a little further down as he spectates the match. “Yes, save the op for me, please. Also, get your chat out of mine. I’m going to get a Rizzstraining order.” 

You note the way he says for me when he asks for the weapon you’ve picked up to keep for him. It is a favor to him, intended for him. Your viewers notice. 

Seungcheol swears. “You two are insufferable to play with sometimes. We’re trying to win a game.” 

Mingyu huffs. “Just stop Rizzsponding, Cheol. They’ll shut up eventually.” 

With a laugh, you settle in and focus on the game. Even as the teasing dies down, you and Wonwoo fall into a comfortable give and take, working together to win the next few rounds and eventually, the entire match after Wonwoo closes out the game with an ace. 

“Wow.” You lean back in your chair, stretching. It’s getting late at night, and you feel a little tired. “Mad Rizzpect, Wonwoo. Up your rizz game and maybe I’ll go on a date with you.” 

“Up my rizz game?” His tone has shifted as everyone starts talking over one another, Seungcheol and Mingyu getting into it over something sports related. You’re focused on the soft purr of Wonwoo’s voice, though. The raspiness of it. “If I wanted to rizz you, I would.” 

Fuck. His voice. You shift a little in your seat, clicking around your secondary monitor that is off stream to pull up Wonwoo’s stream. It loads, immediately showing his dark room with slow pulsing RGB lights in the background and shelving displaying different collectible items. 

Wonwoo looks like he always does: leaned back casually in his seat, the glow of his computer reflecting in the lens of his black-frame glasses. Dark bangs hang in his eyes, the rest of his hair hidden by the hood that is pulled up over his head. He’s chewing on one of the strings of his hoodie as he talks to his chat, voice gentle.

His hoodie has a little animated version of him over the left side of the chest, the character winking and giving finger hearts. You feel your lips twitch - you always loved the little cartoon version of himself. As always, he looks totally at ease. It’s the same even in an intense game, Wonwoo never feeling the need to lean closer to the screen or showing the tension in his shoulders.

Calm. Cool. Collected.

Except when you can force a rise out of him, of course. 

A bunch of notifications flood in your chat. You look over to them, reading through them and grinning. You pull your mic toward you, shaking your head. “Ugh I have all the Wonwoo apologists in my chat defending your rizz.” 

“Good” he shoots back. You watch in delayed time as he smirks on his end. He so rarely does a full smile, but you know it’s beautiful when he does. “You need to take Rizzponsibility for implying I have no rizz.” 

“No way,” Mingyu gasps. “Two Wonwoo puns in a single night?”

“Puns and attempted rizz?” You ask, cocking your head. “Huge day for Wonwoo fans everywhere.” 

“Again, that wasn’t rizz. You’ll know it when I use it.”  

“Sure, sure. Or maybe you just… don’t have any.” 

You watch the tick in Wonwoo’s jaw. A grin spreads across your face and you try to suppress it, knee bouncing in anticipation as you watch the minute changes in his expression. He drums his fingers on the armrest of his gaming chair, hypnotizing you for a moment. He has long, elegant fingers paired with a beautiful set of hands. 

“You really think I have no rizz?” he asks, voice low and oh you know that voice. You suppress a shiver and shake your head ‘no’ before realizing that he can’t see you. Or he does - because he says, “Use your words like a big girl.” 

If you weren’t on stream, your eyes might roll back in your head at the soft purr of his voice, the way in which he immediately switches gears, put out by your accusations that you already know are false. 

And because you’re you, you push him a little more, interested to see where it goes.  “Are you watching my stream, Jeon Wonwoo?”

“Mhmm. Trying to learn rizz, since apparently I have none. Go on, show the class. What have you got?”

Seungcheol and Mingyu both ooo and quiet down, putting you on the spot. Heat tiptoes up your neck to your ears. Being a streamer by nature is being under the spotlight, especially when you have a high follower account. This is different though, the pressure suddenly flipped to you as your friends settle in, waiting. 

“It’s all about the charizzma,” you joke, voice a little raspy. You swallow, eyes flicking to your secondary monitor where you can see Wonwoo watching his screen with a growing grin. “I can’t teach you how to have that, Jeon.” 

“What can you teach me, Angel?” 

Jesus. Fucking. Christ. You know that commanding tone anywhere, the soft shift from teasing to something a little darker, a little sharper. He doesn’t care that you’re both on the screen for live viewers, that this will be recorded, or that you have friends on the call, who have taken a backseat to watch the fencing match. 

And the angel. Sure, it’s a small part of your brand and gamertag, but the way Wonwoo says it implies something intimate. Darker. A gentle caress of the word against your skin. 

When you come up with nothing, Wonwoo grins on screen, devastatingly handsome. He knows he’s surprised you. “Not a problem,” he quips. “I’m an excellent teacher. I can teach you how to rizzpond to a direct question.” 

He surprises you by ending the stream suddenly. You blink in surprise, both Seungcheol and Mingyu calling Wonwoo’s name, assuming his internet has gone out or has been interrupted. With shaking hands, you remove one side of your headphones, listening. Heavy footsteps sound in the hall and you squeak, hitting the hotkey to show be right back on your stream.

Wonwoo stands in the doorway. He gives you a single, lopsided smirk before waltzing toward you, a predator stalking prey. His dark eyes are focused on you, drinking you in. 

“Noooo,” you yell at him, giddy and panicked all at the same time. You hold your hands out to push him away but he links your fingers instead pressing his palms against yours and pulls you toward him. He jerks your computer chair toward him, your knees crashing against his. “Hiiiii.” 

“No rizz, huh?” his voice is barely a murmur. 

“Ummm,” you glance over to your set up where the be right back glows. Wonwoo follows your line of sight before dropping his gaze back to you, eyes asking a question. “Do you… want to?”

Elation falls across his face. “I’m down if you are. You know that.” 

Chewing your lip, you smile and nod. You’ve long been planning to reveal that the two of you have been dating for a long time, and the present feels right. Not to mention the implication of him ending the stream and you slamming the be right back on at the same time. 

Wonwoo leans down and grabs the arms of your computer chair, spinning it around and pushing you back into the frame. He leans over your shoulder, the smell of sandalwood and lavender enveloping you, making your head spin. He hits the hotkey to turn your stream and mic back on. 

Your eyes drop to where you’re displayed in the camera, Wonwoo leans against the back of your chair, chest pressed to your shoulder as he grins at the camera. Your thighs clench, seeing that same cocky smirk you’re used to making a brief appearance on camera. 

“Sorry chat,” Wonwoo announces. “Sorry Cheol, Mingyu. I have to handle the disrizzspect going on in my own home. Say byeeee to chat, Angel.” 

“Byeeee,” you squeak on instinct, watching as he waves while your comments explode. He closes out the stream and cuts off the Discord call where Seungcheol and Mingyu are screeching, shutting down your computer entirely so there’s no chance for accidents. 

Stomach fluttering, you take off your headphones and look up at Wonwoo to find he’s already staring down at you, dark eyes hungry. You slide down a little in your chair, feeling your mouth go dry. You got what you wanted, but now that he’s there and you can feel the intensity crackling between you, you can’t help but balk just a little.

“What?” he asks, lips twitching at the corner. “Rizz got your tongue?” 

“I guess maybe you have a little rizz.”

“Ohhh, I see.” Wonwoo pulls your seat backward, spinning your chair around so that you face the bed. He lets go of the chair and walks backward, sitting on the edge of your bed. You stare at him, heart beating, breath quickening. “Now that there’s no one here I have rizz.” 

You pout. “It’s our brand.”

“Mhmm.” He leans back on your bed, the mattress dimpling under his weight. He pats his thigh with one hand. “You just love getting under my skin, don’t you?”

You climb out of your computer chair, stumbling a little as the blood starts to flow from where they were crisscrossed. He tsks at you as you regain your footing, padding over to where he sits, legs spread, thighs straining against his athletic shorts. 

Carefully, you climb into his lap. Your body buzzes as you settle over him, one knee on either side of his hips. You lean your weight into him, hands resting on top of his shoulders. Even through his hoodie, you can feel how warm his skin is. 

“Are you happy now?” 

“Huh?” 

One of his hands leaves the bed and cracks against your ass, starling you. You squeak and lean forward, the sting making your eyelids flutter. “You’re not even listening, are you?” 

“I wasn’t.” 

His hand kneads your ass through your shorts, soothing the sting from the slap. “I asked, are you happy now? Did you get what you wanted?” You nodded, letting your head hang down, burying your face in his neck. It’s warm and safe there, your thoughts sticky as his hand continues to explore your ass. “Remember when I said use your words like a big girl?”

“Yes. Yes, I got what I wanted.”

“And what was it you wanted?”

When you hesitate to answer, too focused on your slamming heart and stuttered breathing, his hand comes down across your ass again. You curse, melting into him, letting him bear your weight entirely. “Wanted to rile you up.”

“It worked.”

“I can tell.” 

Wonwoo’s hand trails to the edge of your shorts, fingers dancing along your thighs. You’re hype aware of his touch and the way it sends fire through you, stomach in knots and cunt aching between your legs as he fingers the hem of your shorts. 

“Is it okay that I interrupted your stream?”

The question is so much softer than he was a second ago. You lift your head to look at him. His face swims into focus, a momentary flicker of nervousness. Wonwoo is rarely impulsive, but the move to announce your rivalry is more romantic than most people knew was unplanned and spur of the moment. 

“It’s definitely okay. Is it okay with you?”

He nods, leaning forward to run his nose up the side of your neck. He inhales, taking in your scent and humming while the hand running along your shorts pulls at the fabric. “Just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t be upset.”

“No. Now the people in your chat know you’re mine.”

“Yours?” His mouth brushes against the hollow of your throat, hot and wet. Your head tilts back, lips parting as his tongue flicks against your skin. “Just wanted to claim me, is that it?”

“Your fans are horny?”

He nips your neck and a moan drips from you. “Yours aren’t?” 

“Not like yours.” 

“Too bad for them. There’s only one angel who can get under my skin.” Wonwoo takes you by the waist and rolls you over. Your breath leaves you in a huff as your back hits the mattress. He leans over you, knees caging you in on either side of your hips as he presses his mouth to your jawline, sucking kisses up toward your ear. “Only one drawback - she thinks I have no rizz.” 

You bring your hands to the hem of his hoodie, desperate to feel him. Sliding your hands under the fabric, you press your palms against his stomach, feeling his muscle flex as his skin warms your hands. His mouth is wet against your skin, teeth nipping your earlobe teasingly, drawing a raspy sound from you. 

“I think,” you gasp as he drops a hand between your legs to press against your clothed cunt, “That she might be wrong about the rizz.”

Wonwoo’s fingers apply pressure, barely circling your clit through the fabric. It worsens the ache between your legs, your thoughts getting scattered as you squirm underneath him. He brings his mouth to yours, stealing a greedy kiss. 

This is the part of Wonwoo that you know only you see. Where the calm and collected gamer turns into an all consuming force, stealing the breath from your lungs as his tongue presses against yours. You kiss him back with equal want, whimpering into his mouth as he presses his fingers a little harder against you. 

“Please,” you breathe against his mouth between kisses. “I know I was mean but please.”

“Why should I?”

“Because I’m sorry!”

“Are you, though?” He mouths down your neck to your collarbone, the sting of his teeth soothed by the rough pass of his tongue. “You got exactly what you wanted and more.” 

“I ammmm.”

His laughter is rough. The hand between your legs comes up to the top of your shorts, dipping past the waistline to sink downward. He groans when he feels the dampness of your underwear, the way he’s already worked you up. 

“No rizz,” he mutters to himself. You throb when you feel his fingers pull your underwear to the side, knuckles running up your wet folds where he stops at your clit to press down. Your nails scrap against his abs, body tensing under the stimulation. “This is a wet fucking fucking pussy for someone who has no rizz.” 

You can’t think of a response, mind reeling as Wonwoo plays with you properly. You writhe in his hands, melting as his fingers brush up and down your slit before coming back up to gently circle your clit. Your feet kick a little under him, unable to sit still as he works you - teases you. 

Fuck you realize he might do this all night. 

“You have a lot of rizz,” you breath, pressing the back of your head into the bed, gasping in surprise as he sinks a finger into your entrance. Already you’re clenching down on him, wanting more. “Fuck.” 

“I don’t know… maybe I just… lack what you need.”

“No,” you answer quickly. “Just… ugh like that.” 

The ease at which he knows how to touch you makes everything feel tenfold. Wonwoo knows you like the back of your hand, both intimately and mentally. What had started as two streamers annoying one another had turned into friendship at some point - you’d met him at a convention and realized he was far gentler and softer than you imagine. 

That had turned into something further - something deeper. The want when you were around him was something that you hadn’t expected, but it hasn’t gone away since. Even though you get to have him like this, finger stroking your inner walls and palm pressed against your clit, you always want more. Can’t stop wanting him. 

“Want,” you mutter, the only word you can think of. You feel the smile pressed against your skin, the wetness slicking his fingers as he presses in a second, stretching you. Your hips can’t off the bed but he pushes you back down, making you whine. 

“Why should I?” 

“Cause.”

“Not a good enough answer.” 

Wonwoo starts to retract his hand and you scramble, digging your nails into his hip to claw him back toward you. “Cause I love you.” 

“Closer…” 

“Cause I want you.”

“So close.”

“Cause I need you.” 

He hums in thought. “Good enough. Help me take these fucking shorts off.” 

Wonwoo pulls his hand out of your shorts and leans upward. You rip your hands from his hoodie to slide your shorts off, peeling your underwear down as you do. He taps you on the thigh, fingers sticky from your arousal as he shifts higher. You know what he’s asking, scooting backward on the mattress to give yourself more real estate.

His mouth comes back down to yours, lips soft. You love kissing him, tongue tangling as you bring your hands up to slide your fingers through his hair. He makes an appreciative sound, one hand supporting his weight as he hovers over you while the other slots back between your legs to resume where he left off.

Unrestricted by your shorts, he’s able to thrust his fingers properly. Your gasps break his kisses, hips rolling to meet the stroke of his fingers. He’s always been skilled with his hands, able to peel you apart, pressing the pads of his fingers into that sweet spot over and over again. 

His thumb presses against your clit, adding stimulation as he moves it from side to side slowly, aided by the wetness gathered there. You let yourself get lost in him, pressure tightening in your stomach as you climb toward an orgasm. 

Your hands are everywhere - pulling at his hair, pulling at his shoulders, pulling at his arms. He lets you grip at him, lets you squirm beneath his ministrations, letting you have free reign. It’s a favor to you, in a way. He’s letting you get away with your earlier teasing, not drawing it out like he’s known to do, not making you beg.

Moans bracket the wet sound his fingers make in your cunt as he works you to the edge. Your breaths come out in short hisses behind clenched teeth and your thighs squeeze his hand. He’s unfettered, laughing roughly against your ear, breath hot.

“What would your chat say?” he asks. “Huh? What would they say if they knew you fell apart like this? That your cunt melts around my fingers.”

“Fuck,” you whisper, so close to your orgasm that your ears are starting to buzz. 

“All this time they thought we were frenemies. Have no idea I get to have you like this whenever I want.”

“I’m gonna-”

“Yeah, you’re gonna.” His fingers press harder, the pressure mounting further. “Gonna come all over my fingers, yeah? Just like you always do?” 

You do. 

Everything comes together in one, cohesive snap. You arch into him, muscles squeezing, teeth clenched, eyes shut. It feels good when you unravel, coming around his fingers as they fuck you through it, determind to extend your high for as long as he can. 

Your breathing is ragged by the time you start to come down, shirt sticking to your skin and neck and face flushed as you try to escape him. He laughs a little, hand slowing until his fingers are still inside you, pressed deep. 

When you open your eyes, the room is spinning. It takes you a second to focus on him. His head is hanging, gaze focused where his fingers are still shoved in your pussy. You can see your arousal shining on his wrist and feel where you drip down the curve of your ass. 

“A lot of cum for someone with no rizz,” he notes, lifting his head to grin at you. 

“Oh shut up.” 

“Oh?”

He retracts his hand and you make a pitiful sound at the loss. He stands up, suddenly leaving you cold and shivering. He brings his fingers to his mouth absently, popping them between rosy lips as he sucks your fluid off easily, making an appreciative sound. 

“I mean if you want me to leave-”

“No, no! No need for that.” He smirks. “You’re already… here and stuff.”

“And stuff.” 

Rolling his eyes, he peels the hoodie up and over his head. You watch, suddenly entranced by the blue tint on his tan skin and the way his muscles flex when he leans to kick off his sweats. Wonwoo is beautiful, his body made up of equal parts streamlined edges and softness. 

Sleeper build, you’d joke the first time you saw him shirtless. On stream, he’s always hidden in baggy shirts and hoodies. You’d never realized he was hiding a body that was at peak athletic form, oversized clothing giving way to rippling arms and a hard chest. 

Naked, he shuffles back to the bed. You let him pull you out of your top, thankful for the warmth of his hands skating over your chilled skin. Your nipples tighten in the cool air, your toes curling at the sensation as you lay back on the bed and look up at him.

Haloed by blue light, Wonwoo looks like some sort of demon or angel. You’re not sure - perhaps he’s equal parts. His hands reach behind your thighs and lift, pressing your legs upward toward your chest. The stretch feels good but it also pries you open, making you writhe when you feel the weight of his cock on your pussy. 

“Hold yourself open for me,” he murmurs gently. Your hands reach behind the back of your knees, pulling. He gives you a lopsided grin, leaning over you to press his weight into the backs of your thighs, helping. “Stay just like that, fuck.” 

You do as he says. You have no other choice, especially when he presses the head of his cock into your entrance, sinking in slowly. You let out a loan moan shaped in his name as he presses in, the fit tight and the pressure delirious. 

Wonwoo bottoms out, holding himself to you, hips to ass for a second. He presses in all of his weight, the mattress creaking under you as he does. He drops his chin to his chest, curses as he takes a few deep breaths, chest heaving. 

You fuck him up too. You know it and you love it, watching as he looks up at you, eyes glazed over with lust, but still full of love. It simmers right at the surface, so obvious that you wonder how anyone could ever not see it when it’s right there.

Slowly, he starts to move. You suck in a breath, head falling to the side. Your fingers ache where you grip your thighs, knuckles shaking. A light sheen of sweat wicks your legs, making your hold slip a little. It’s okay, though. Wonwoo leans into you, keeping you pried open as his hips fuck into you at a steady pace. 

Each thrust feels like it punches the air from your lungs. You draw in deep breaths when you remember, otherwise distracted with the way he crowds you in, crushing you to the mattress. The feeling of him is insane, your thoughts cobwebbing together, the only word you can think of being his name. 

He pants, his arms scooping around your shoulders to pull you into him. A curse leaves your mouth. He’s got you folded in half, no escape from the drill of his hips, the air turning to static between you. Wonwoo is pressed close and you somehow wish you were closer, wanting to drop the grip on your thighs to hold him instead.

Wonwoo reads you like a book. “Go ahead,” he hisses between thrusts. 

“Thank you,” you gasp, dropping your legs in favor of sliding your hands through his sweaty hair, nails scratching his scalp. You feel him shiver and you do it again, pulling his face to you so that you can brush your mouth against his, barely a kiss. “Fuuuuuuck, Wonwoo I-”

“I know.” 

“Close close close.”

He doesn’t pick up his pace but he throws his weight into you more, fucking you deep and hard. You see stars, squeezing your eyes shut as you slide against one another, muscles aching, lungs screaming. You feel like you can’t breathe but you don’t care, skating the line of your second orgasm so close.

Your heart pounds in your ears. Your breath scrapes your throat. There is a moment of absolute nothing but white noise and then you’re crashing, slamming into your orgasm with enough force to knock your head with his when you lurch forward.

It doesn’t even hurt, the electric pleasure outweighing the knock to your head as his fingers dig into your shoulders, cradling you harder as he pistons faster, getting himself to peak. You go limp, held tilted back as he growls your name and loses a rhythm, breath hissing between his teeth. 

For a moment everything is disjointed until he slows to a stop, letting you unfold but pressing his body down onto yours. His weight is comforting, grounding you as your thoughts wander, a little confused and without navigation as your system reboots from the orgasm, tired and staticky. 

Wonwoo kisses your jaw lightly, a gentle contrast to seconds ago when he folded you in half. 

Slowly, he slides to the side, giving you room to breathe. Your body is slick all over - especially between your legs - and the room cools your over-warm skin. You crane your neck to face him, eyes fluttering open as you come back to, a little more lucid. 

His dark eyes find yours and he grins before tossing an arm over your waist just to keep you connected. You place your hand on his arm, returning the gesture, just wanting to touch him. 

“I think I died,” you joke, voice rough. “God.” 

“Yeah? Hey chat,” Wonwoo hums, a grin splitting his face. “How about that for rizz?” 

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[massiveladycat]

i will never get over people laughing at octavian's death personally,,, he was SHOT INTO THE AIR!!! thats so painful. all the burns and the impact, plus being flung from a cannon and probably slamming into gaia (literal earth goddess) plus festus (gigantic metal dragon, i bet that HURT) and leo (pretty sure leo was burning)

he was a kid and he was annoying to some people and he was usually antagonized but he didnt deserve to die OR go out in that way. the gods are a thousand times worse than octavian, and apollo told him that he'd be a savior of new rome, but people still justify them. not to mind there are much worse people in the PJO universe (gabe, LUKE)

octavian ily they could never make me hate you EVER. idc what you say he could have been redeemed. did he do bad things? yes. but he was so deeply influenced and the day meeting with leo and the others, in which i remind you octavian literally was watching new rome get blown up (no wonder he was livid, his home was on FIRE).

like come on. octavian is a complex character and people aren't willing to admit that he could've been better and he was just a literal teenager in the sake of hating him because everyone else/pjo characters hate him.

he is such a tragic character imo because he grew up in new rome and all he wanted to do was protect it (and he was highly ambitious and aiming for praetor, i won't deny the fact that he was selfish but that is a quality that can be REDEEMED) and sure the way he went about it was messed up but most of his actions (except killing that one centurion) were justifiable

btw im not saying octavian's like an angel or anything im pretty sure i remember him "killing" a 5th cohort centurion once but then she was revived which . . . what was the point of that?? was it just to like make us hate him more?? huh??? and then was it even ever talked about again?? also yeah he blackmailed hazel thats not good also judging from the wikipedia it only said frank suspected octavian because.. he didn't have his spear?? what?? reminder that there is proof that a lot of pjo characters are unreliable narrators and for all we know octavian could've screwed up somehow and left his spear somewhere (just saying i'd do that too ngl)

also "I am the savior of Rome! I was promised!" i didnt know why but that quote DESTROYED me but now i know that it was because he genuinely believed he was doing the best for new rome and he'd finally have someone's praise and they'd praise him like they praised percy and reyna. pretty sure his mental state was not very good in that scene either and nico and will just let him shoot himself out of an onager on accident. also are we just going to gloss over the fact apollo told him that and encouraged him he was doing the right thing?? of COURSE octavian trusted apollo on that and believed it was the truth; apollo was his ancestor and someone he worshipped as an augur and trusted in for omens and prophecies and allat

yeah. octavian's an asshole. but he was a kid and he couldve been redeemed. then again i am a huge octavian apologist and im not saying you have to have the same opinions as i do also i will not be responding to any asks in my inbox im 2 tired to deal with that!! anyways dont go and insult people or me if you think the opposite thats fine !! i was just bored and found this in my drafts so whats the harm of posting it because im not going to get sent threats over this right,,, right??????

[star-dust-shark]

PJO characters as dumb things me and my friends ( bonus one with my parents ) have said part two

Will: what's your type?

Nico: you

Will:

Will: that's sweet but I meant blood type

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Percy: oh fuck I'm blue now

Percy: but like actually blue

Percy: like a smurf

Percy: being sad's for idiots lmao

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Leo: everyone hates me lol

Jason: what am I??? like???

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Nico: and Axl Rose's real name wasn't Axl Rose

Percy: *crying* STOP

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Will: easiest way to come out to people is tell them that you listen to coldplay

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Nico: Im gonna fugging krill myself

Annabeth: krill????

Nico: isn't that like a fish or smth

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Piper: *knocking on Leo's door* WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE

Leo: uh shit uh erm uh

Leo: *moans loudly*

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Will: *joking* we should makeout

Nico: I really wanna

Will: what

Nico: ...

Nico: did I say that out loud

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Piper: *sobbing* why are penises so ugly

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Annabeth: math is weirdly calming to me sometimes ngl

Annabeth: *flips page over to read massive paragraphs of words*

Annabeth: *bursts into tears*

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Will: I just had to help hatch a baby chick

Will:

Will: I'm waiting for applause it was so gross

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Will: if you drink the water I'll give you a forehead smooch

Nico: *glances at water, thinking*

Nico: nah you wanna give me one anyway

Will: gods dammit

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Rachel: *GASP* MY SKETCHBOOK

Rachel: MY BABY

Rachel: *kisses it*

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Hazel: ugh I want someone to fuck me

Hazel: hahah jk that shit's nasty

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Piper: yeah I've noticed after watching you for a bit that you smile whenever Nico messages

Will: aww that's so swee-

Will: wait why are you watching me

Piper: *stares into his soul*

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Nico: I miss you

Nico: *replies an hour later* that was a moment of weakness fuck you

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Will: what if I say "darling" in a seductive voice

Nico: no

Will: u sure?

Nico: I ahdiamdveip dnsjhbksahcblaiwcbjsd-

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Will: like at first I wanted to be you but then I realized that there's a diffrence between wanting to "be you" and wanting to "be on you"

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Percy: I'm depressed

Percy: ...

Percy: WAIT I HAVE COOKIES NVM

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Will: wtf are hickeys??

Will: I'm an experimental learner btw

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Leo: omg guys look the guitar strings made my finger darker

Leo: *looks at finger* do you like watermelon, sir?

Will: you are so close to being hit in the head

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Frank: *points* haha you've been fingered

Hazel:

Hazel: love... no

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Thalia: OMG IM GONNA BE BREATHING THE SAME AIR AS RYAN GULDEMOND

Reyna: technically you already are

Thalia: *passes out*

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Octavian: ugh I'm so single

Nico: *sighs* me too

Nico:

Nico: WAIT I CANT SAY THAT ANYMORE

Nico: FUCK YEEEEEEEEAH *smashes table*

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Annabeth: what's ur favourite animal I'm gonna buy you something

Percy: shark but don't waste your money

Annabeth: but my parents told me to spend it on something important

Percy:

Percy: *cries*

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Will: I'm autism!!

Will: *turns to Nico, wiggle eyebrows* I could be in you

Nico: tism rizz????

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Frank: I love these drama videos

Reyna: *massive bags under her eyes* why do you want more drama wtf

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Jason: honestly scared to sit on the edges of chairs at my trans boyfriend's house

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Percy: *over text* jason are you gay for me

Jason:

Jason:

Jason:

Jason: no gtg

Percy: he's hiding something

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Piper: don't mean to be heterophobic but why is straight porn so gross

Nico: agreed gay porn is much better

Piper: IM SORRY WHAT

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Percy: are there any not cool lesbians

Reyna: I mean they probably exsist

Annabeth: no

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Leo: *sighs sadly* cock and ball torture

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Will: guys I learnt how to play my favourite song on guitar *starts playing good lookin by dixon dallas*

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Leo: *playing adopt me*

Leo: chat chat guess what I'm on acid

Percy: KARMA'S A BITCH

Percy: I SHOULDA KNOWN BETTER

Leo: wait since when do you play adopt me

Percy:

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Reyna: yk those yummy smelling shampoos

Nico: yea

Reyna: well I went to walmart and thought I found some and started smelling it but this lady was giving me weird looks

Nico: oh?

Reyna: yeah

Reyna: so uh

Reyna: it was lube

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Will: hey bbg *winks*

Nico: I will slam you down and makeout with you right now

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Percy: hi

Jason: hi

*leaves swirl around them*

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Leo: don't mind me just massaging my clit

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Leo: NICO GET UR GYAT OVER HERE

Nico: WHAT????

Leo: *points* HOMOSEXUAL TENDANCIES

Nico: WHAT DID U SAY

Leo: HOMOSEXUAL TENDANCIES

Nico: OH

Nico: I HEARD SEXUAL TENDANCIES

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Leo: *singing* coked up dick sucking hoe?

Jason: *walks in*

Jason:

Leo: oh haiiii

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Leo: how does it feel to be Draco Malfoy

Jason: idk how does it feel to be tweek

Leo: idk pretty good

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Reyna: you don't deserve it

Percy: yeah I do

Percy: I've been a good boy

Percy:

Percy: jesus I just turned myself on wtf

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Leo: *in sad voice* I'm a cheeseburger

Jason: a sexy little cheeseburger

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Will: *gets text from Nico*

Annabeth: SIMP

Will: ???

Annabeth: YOU SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPP *has siezure*

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Will: darling

Nico: *throws phone, screams into pillow, face red* I hate that man

anyway part three will cum ( pun intended )

thanks to @crowwolf8 @justagremlinoncaffeine @localcosplaymushroom @secret-mewtwo and my om and dad for being inspiring an shit

[the-primordial-archivist]

Proving that no one really hates TOA Apollo

When Apollo came back to CHB after becoming a god again, literally everyone rushed to hug him and he was definitely not the only one crying from the reunion

Piper eventually did forgive him for the whole Jason thing, which I highly doubt she would have done with someone she hated. She actually seemed pretty chill with him

Hazel tried to cheer Apollo up while he was dying, actually, she never really hated him

Reyna decided that she had hope in Apollo changing for the better, and he didn't let her down

SALLY JACKSON likes him, stating as well that he has changed and telling him she is proud of him

Grover and Apollo are on good, but not the best terms, but that's still not hate

Percy has taken almost everything bad he said about Lester, albeit he was bribed with cookies, but idgaf

He won over Meg and she finally deemed him a somewhat worthy servant (the unicorn did it), which I count as a win

There are so many other people, such as Lit, Nico, and his children, who do genuinely like him, but I'm in a bit of a hurry rn

This was just a list to make me feel better btw about all the hate Apollo gets, and I hope this makes you feel a bit better too :)

[nofingjustaninchident]

i’d prefer much more this couple than piper and jason

there’s wasted potential & then there’s jason & reyna

[tani-b-art]

“This ain’t a Country album. This is a “Beyoncé” album.”

I understand why she said this! Because the way it seems she created a completely new genre with ‘Cowboy Carter’! The Country is there (and all the elements) and there’s some Blues, Folk, Soul, Zydeco, Bluegrass, a lil Rock, Gospel and Opera and then some (all genres with Black (Black) American origins). Almost like she opened a new sonic portal while helping to reclaim the genre made by Black Americans.

First off — the album cover art. She pays homage to a long-standing Black American Southern tradition of Houston rodeo and rodeo queens. Carrying our country’s flag…the imagery is signifying to her being a Black American woman. Who she is.

The album cover alone set the tone for what she presented with act ii. [and the photographer is Blair Caldwell, a fellow Black Texan, who has such an eye for capturing beauty. all his photographs are visually pleasing].

[Even the promo - the track list design is a nod & historical reference to Black American culture via The Chitlin Circuit promotional posters. I love it. Made my little graphic art heart smile. The nostalgia of it.]

From the opening track title and lyrics and later on within other songs, she wove her ancestral claiming to America with so much pride. Pride for our country and our flag that we absolutely should have.

Then to have Ms. Linda Martell, the trailblazing Black pioneer & legend in the genre who broke many barriers, be a part of this album was so reverent. (Especially her spoken word throughout that spoke to the way that she and Beyoncé have had to navigate this music industry. When their presence wasn’t well-received, in the very genre we created, they set out to move in a “non-traditional” way). They themselves are the embodiment of unconventional. Ms. Martell rightfully receiving her flowers at the golden age of 82 is harmonious!

Every part of act ii has made people research and discover. The same way act i did. Gotta love a good educational experience through music. (btw—the mention of Zydeco had me hyped).

Having Rhiannon Giddens on instrumentation (along with other background Black musicians and I’m sure Black vocalists) and sharing this musical journey with Tanner Adell, Brittney Spencer, Tiera Kennedy, Reyna Roberts, Willie Jones and Shaboozey — other young Black women and Black men in the genre…all of this Black fellowship made me so happy.

Just sooo much honoring throughout it all. Lots of love poured into it.

Everything is resonate. Connecting. With purpose.

Her voice, her musicality, the note choices, the lyrics, the song titles and the spelling of them, the arrangements.

It’s fun and beautiful.

It sounds amazing.

A beautiful tribute to her roots.

Bravo Beyoncé!

[xixovart]

assigning my favorite pjo characters songs based on vibes :))

ignore the lyrics in these. it’s vibes. all vibes. rythm, melody, motifs, instruments

this somehow (unsurprisingly, because it’s me) ended up becoming a psychoanalysis of certain characters but the motif is essentially the same so enjoy!!

NICO DI ANGELO

my all time fav. love him so much.

there’s somehing so gentle but real about the melody in this. the way it feels like early winter at dusk. the way it feels like gentle solo dancing in the kitchen to a melody stuck in your head. the way it feels like braiding a loved one’s hair and talking.

WILL SOLACE

my beloved underrated child

now this one feels like a summer in the suburbs. like puzzles and cheap juice from the market. like the sun blazing on your skin and you’re laughinh and running. like playing that game on the road with chalk. it feels like nostalgia, like longing for an infantile giddiness that is long gone.

ANNABETH CHASE

the woman you are 💗💗💗💥💥😍😍

there are probably better options, but this one can be interpreted as either calm and nostalgic or melancholy and painful. “everything reminds me of you” but do the memories hurt or heal?

HAZEL LEVESQUE

please show this woman some love. she really deserves it

i have no idea why. maybe it’s the way it’s so upbeat? not saying that hazel is a “sunshine character” as the fandom usually puts it, cause she isn’t, it just reminds me of how much she overcame and how much happier she is now than before. she got her happy ending despite literally every single odd. ugh i love her so much.

JASON GRACE

stupid little amnesiac. gotta love him.

again, i dont know why??? maybe it’s the instruments. it’s probabl6 the instruments. but jason is just such a beautiful and kindhearted soul and i think this song embodies that. this song reminds me of every time jason told leo he was important. every time he somehow made reyna laugh before everything happened. makes me think of how he was the first person to unconditionally support nico and the first to make him feel like he’s not the person he’s made out to be. makes me think of how he and leo were the first to actually see and recognize piper. how he made temples for every minor god(dess) he could think of because he understood what it’s like to be forgotten. im not sorry that this turned into a jason grace appreciation post btw.

KAYLA KNOWLES

pls talk about her more plsplsplsplspls

you know im right. you know im right. i dont think i even have to elaborate. this song was written for her. the beat? the instruments??all her

REYNA RAMIREZ-ARELLANO

she. 😍

the feeling of letting something—maybe a person, an era, maybe your whole life in her case it’s all—pass you by because you took it for granted. a melancholy and quiet regret and longing something that is burned and can never be rebuilt, no matter how much you try. it won’t feel the same.

ALEX FIERRO

el mapache humanizado

i have no idea why i said that in spanish but alex is latino so it stays

it’s so? alex?? pls tell me i make sense. becuase like some parts of the song are like just pure teenage dirtbag shenanigans and the prime of your life, but others feel like screaming underwater and pleading for help. ykwim?

anyways yes i never shut up and i love all these songs and i really should go to sleep now because it’s 12:15 but i’m gonna continue reading the odyssey because time is an illusion. see ya losers. love ya.

[mixxmoon]

This is silena and drew btw!! I tried multiple hairstyles on silena but she looked like either annabeth or hazel and I didnt like that. Also asked my sister and she said the one I picked is the best. This scene is from the outline which yknow I’m kinda hoping caff keeps it :3

“Michael Kahale is bursting into the room just as Octavian manages to distract her long enough for Rachel/Dom to move to kill Drew. Silena intercepts just as Michael knocks out Octavian and Reyna bursts in. Silena makes a note that the world is 'wrong'. She can't pin it on anything. There was pain but nothing truly hurt. She can't seem to figure out what was happening when suddenly Hugo is next to her. She tries to ask what he was doing here but realizes she can't talk. Her hand moves to her throat and when it comes away, there's blood. There's numbness and when she looks down, she's staring at her own body.”

[snowball-doie]

how do the dynamics change whenever jooha is born?

honestly haven't thought that far cuz timeline wise... like irl. bro is just a thought lmao- cuz jae doesn't enlist for another few weeks---- that being said. for you guys, i'll put my brain to work tehee:

after jooha is born, taeyong comes back from the military (jooha is born august '25), so while he missed out on a lot with reyna, he's not missing a thing with jooha. yeah, he's a girl dad, but he'll spoil both of them equally, and he'll be there to change almost every diaper, he'll wake up in the night when jooha's crying, he'll sing jooha lullabies while he's teething and in pain, etc. everything he didnt get to do with reyna, he's doing with jooha.

johnny is still the hands-on suburban dad we all know and love. because of laws and whatnot, johnny's legally jooha's dad, but as we've covered many times, it's known in the polycule and amongst friends that jae is his bio dad. still, johnny's head of the house, and esp while jae and dy are gone, he's picking up all the slack, going even more above and beyond-- ESPECIALLY in those early months when THREE boys are gone (ty, jae, and dy)..... but not much about johnny or his dynamic with the boys / ahri / reyna changes. he's still the same johnny they love.

yuta doesn't know what to do with a son at first. he's spent the better part of nearly 2 hours pampering reyna, and now jooha's there and hes like "ok when can i take him to his first rock concert" LIKE ALRIGHT BUD CALM DOWN-- i hate to say it........ but reyna is yuta's favorite. NO ONE TELL JOOHA!! that's his little girl, and she's always been his little rockstar that he can doll up and spoil and take with him to go home. a son is nice, really nice. and he loves jooha with his whole heart. but there's something special to him about the time he gets to spend with reyna. (i think this stems from me not imagining jooha wanting to be an idol. i think he'd grow up to not care about the industry- unlike his older sister who's always going to shows, listening to their dads' music, going to the office with them, learning to dance and sing, etc. jooha's the type to have his nose buried in a book and like to spend his time chasing fireflies around the backyard with mark in the summertime).

it's hard for dy to enlist when the time comes. knowing that he's not going to be there for the last few months of ahri's pregnancy and he can't be there for the better part of jooha's first year of life hurts his soul. idk how many of you are familiar with the concept of "dol" in korean culture- but tldr back in the day, bc of all kind of complications, it was hard for babies to make it past their first year of life, so on their first bday, they celebrate dol to be like "congrats, you lived!". dy got to experience that first year with reyna like the worried mother hen he is. a son is so, so, so important to him.... wdym he can't be there for that first year? he's supposed to clean everything in the house from top to bottom before ahri gets home from the hospital, he's supposed to clean up the baby puke in the high chairs or throw away all the dirty diapers that jungwoo doesnt want to be within 10 feet of. he's supposed to cater to all of jooha's needs and wants every second of every day...... but the reality is that he can't be there? it makes doyoung sick to think about it. he hates having to leave ahri and jooha after he's born. he hates having to spend every day in the military like he doesnt miss his family every waking moment. so the second he's discharged and can rush to the house, you best believe he's spoiling his son like there's no tomorrow~~ (he's the reason jooha loves to read and has a curiosity for the world and not for being an idol btw)

jaehyun loves his son more than life. ok, go read my dad!jae smut, you'll know that he was dreaming of having a son even before he and ahri got to fuckin lmao. being away sucks, yes, but like he promised ahri, he's going to get every update imaginable from the boys, and he's visiting every chance he gets. idk how and why, but that man does NAWT pass his humor genes on to jooha. he'll pull out the craziest dad joke out of his ass and jooha will be so confused omfg. "i broke my son" "no, he's got all his wires right, you're the broken one" ... jaehyun tries to spend all the time in the world that he has to offer with jooha. he does what he did with reyna, taking him to the office, getting him involved in his dads' work, but jooha tends to just be more curious about the timetables on the doors for who's using which studios on each day, and he's picky about how the choreographers make the boys rehearse-- if they miss a beat, he gets tilted. but he loves sitting in the recording studio, reading a book while using his dads' work as background noise. jaehyun feels proud of how smart his son is, and supports him no matter his decision-- in fact, i think the majority of the boys are actually kind of relieved when they realize jooha doesn't want to be an idol like them. ever since he's a baby, he's been the most bubbly kid who has such an amazing, contagious laugh... they would hate to see that torn away from him by some company. so jaehyun gives jooha everything he wants. more books? a fucking microscope for his birthday? a telescope? yes, anything and everything. and he'll record videos and videos and videos of jooha and mark catching fireflies together. he's a really good dad.

jungwoo. girl dad jungwoo. oblivious, dorky girl dad jungwoo. the second there's another boy in the house he's like "hes one of us....." LIKE NO SHIT SHERLOCK omfg. jungwoo had a tough time becoming a father figure to reyna at first cuz he didn't know what to do as a parent or how to raise a girl, but this is their second kid so the late nights and amount of shit, piss, and puke is normal to him now-- that said, he will never be caught changing a diaper, but at least he doesnt feel like throwing up anymore lmao. jooha laughs at jungwoo's dad. jaehyun doesn't understand how he's any different, but okay. there seems to be a natural closeness between jooha and jungwoo that no one else can come close to replicating or understanding, even when jooha's still so little that he's wrapped up in blankets while being cradled in jungwoo's arms all day. reyna used to fall asleep instantly in jae's arms while everyone else struggled with her a bit; this time around, with jooha, jungwoo has the magic touch, and he feels incredibly honored. honestly, it brings him and doyoung closer together. because by the time he's having to enlist, doyoung is coming back, and jungwoo can rest easy knowing that dy is there taking care of jooha, sending jungwoo pics in the middle of the night, or sending videos of jooha's first steps or first words. jungwoo's the only one of the boys who can get away with play-fighting with jooha- cuz again, he's the only one who has the kind of humor jooha fuck w. when jooha starts to get older and can be chased around the playset in the backyard, or when he comes home and says that he has a crush on a girl in his elementary school, jungwoo's got all the dad jokes on lockdown to make jooha laugh and enjoy his childhood. without jungwoo, i think jooha wouldve grown up to be TOO serious. it's okay that he's studious and has different intentions for his life than reyna does-- but sometimes he just needs a good laugh with his silly dad. (jungwoo is jooha's fav dad-- NO ONE TELL THE OTHER BOYS)

mark's like "thank god he didn't turn out like reyna" bahahahahaahah- mark grew up like jooha did, having his eye on studies rather than fun like his older brother. there are times when mark regrets his path (very few times) and wonders what his life could've been like if he hadn't become an idol.... he'll never know what he would've been like, but he looks at jooha and knows that everything's going to be okay. mark encourages jooha's curiosity with a hands on approach rather than spoiling him with toys and gadgets. chasing fireflies, going to museums, going to the park to dig up worms, sketching flowers at the botanical gardens, and so on. jooha gets his sense of poetry and love for life from mark. the beauty that reflects in jooha's eyes when he's learning something new for the first time always makes mark smile. by the time jooha's born, mark's not so concerned about the polycule or raising a kid anymore. he's content with the life he's built, and he feels secure through and through. so while there were a lot of hesitancies around holding baby reyna or not knowing how to raise her, mark has the whole thing down to a science by the time jooha comes around. whenever jungwoo isn't holding him, mark is. and it blows the boys and ahri away how often mark asks to feed jooha or hold up his little hands while he's just starting to learn how to walk. i think all along, in the back of his mind, mark was waiting for a son for life to make complete sense to him. (im not religious and me personally i dont like to get too biblical, but this is mark we're talking about. so for the sake of plot: he truly believes that god sent him jooha so that he can be the happiest, most care-free person in the world)

haechan side eyes baby jooha a lot. he knows the way of the world-- baby girls get spoiled, and boys are raised to be men. (please refer to this clip) so while jooha's still iddy biddy, hyuck gets cuteness aggression galore, but as jooha starts to get older, he's teaching jooha all there is to know about life. just life. every day, normal, mundane things; unlike jae who takes jooha to see idol things, or mark who encourages jooha's curiosities. hyuck shows jooha how to be a descent human being who has a lot of kindness in his heart and a good head on his shoulders. the boys def think haechan could be a bit. .... more playful...... afterall, that's his nature with everyone he knows, including reyna, so why not jooha? but have you seen hyuck? when he's serious about something, and when he's trying to be a leader, he's locked in. that's how he is with jooha. he loves his son so much that he wants to make sure jooha becomes a good man and not some shmuck.

[newathens]

clarisse? not judging, intrigued

i know it’s such a wild card right but also not at all. i think clarisse works in the sense that she understands annabeth in a way others do not, in the sense that annabeth is now an idolized demigod and clarisse actually knows her. they have history and are close enough to be able to form a deeper connection. i thought for awhile on this and realized that a lot of the demigods that were around annabeth’s age are mia. piper basically rejected the mythical world (that comes up btw), reyna is off with the hunters, there’s no good fit.

and then it came to me in a dream ✨ (not really). annabeth, freshly split from percy, moved out of their nyc apartment, all the way back across the country in sanfran, drowning her sorrows in a bar and here comes clarisse of all people and the first thing she says to her is “what did jackson do to you to make you end up in a place like this?”

anyway. their relationship actually is complex but i can’t really explain those complexities it’s easier written then it is said. the most important part is that what they provide for each other is just as important as percy & calypso. i needed annabeth to have someone like that

[yonemurishiroku]

Ok, let’s see.

The president’s rebellious son who left the family to become a singer Jason Grace and his all-the-time secret sponsor Nico di Angelo

Featuring:

- Vocalist Jason, Drummer Frank, Bassist Reyna, Keyboard Hazel, the others are…something, i dont know.

- Bianca owns the Record. She rules the music industry. She’s talented, kind, beautiful and equally extremely strict in work.

- But she also loves her brother with all her heart so when Nico asks for a chance for his childhood friend, she agrees.

- That childhood friend is Jason, btw. He told Nico he didn’t want to walk the same path as his family and Nico wholeheartedly supported him in every way he could.

- Jason said fuck it, and now he’s here, following his dream under Bianca’s guidance. Politics be damned.

- Nico studies law, quite successful, btw. Always busy, but he makes sure to help Jason when he needs.

- He knows nothing about music but he loves Jason’s songs anyway.

- The classic: composing a song to confess your undying love to your crush. Jason is a sap, excuse him.

[totallynots8tan]

I was bored so…

PJO & HOO characters as things my family has said out of context:

“Ready to go?” “Someone has to be murdered first” FRANK AND LEO

“This is the slowest murderer I’ve ever met” ANNABETH

In disappointed voice, “I didn’t get to be the murderer yet!” NICO

“We need to go!” “Ok just one more- Ooo” PIPER AND LEO

“I’m weirdly flexible for someone who does nothing all day.” NICO

“I like to pretend that I’m the kind of person who is entertained when someone does something potentially dangerous, but in reality, I’m the kind of person that freaks out and over reacts.” NICO

“If you’re too busy too have hugs, you’re too busy.” FRANK

“Found it! It was over in plain sight where I couldn’t see it.” LEO OR PERCY

“Do you want to watch it?” “Can a chicken fly?” “… no?” “Oh… well, can a chicken not fly?!” ANNABETH AND PERCY

“Who loves you?” “The man who’s trying to kill me, apparently.” WILL AND NICO (you decide which is which)

“We’re weird, aren’t we?” “No, we’re fantastic.” “What’s the difference?” LEO AND PIPER

*makes annoyed smacking sound * ExCuSe Me. I was talking. HONESTLY ANY OF THEM

“Patrick looks like a mermaid!” “You mean a merman” “No, a mermaid. I gave him boobs” JASON (talking about Percy) OCTAVIAN AND LEO (I would like to be clear, having boobs does not make you a boy or a girl, you are who you are, my brother was 10 when he said this and knows better now)

“If you can’t go to the beach, turn the highway into one.” PERCY

“I am organized. Just in a very chaotic way.” LEO

In a divided country be the glue WILL

“Kay, I’m going to go summon the dead” “ok have fun.” NICO (duh) AND REYNA

“Oh no! My finger fell off!” IDK, THIS IS THE WRONG SERIES BUT PROBABLY MAGNUS

Boob pocket PIPER, REFERRING TO HER BRA (I said this, btw)

“you can campaign for your uterus!” PIPER

“Do I need to?” “No” “I know I don’t need to but should I?” “No” “I know I shouldn’t, but I’ve exercised bad judgement before” “I have a dagger and I will stab you.” LEO AND NICO

[takethebodymarc]

Foolish (+fit and tubbo) followed an orange trail to a teleport in the sky which took them to the capybara village. They basically said mr mustard is a potion maker and accidentally went invisible because of an explosion. Foolish and him had such a strong connection so they needed foolish to help bring him back. And yeah there are now 3 new capybaras that foolish named. Snipybara because they like guns, reyna because they wanted a pretty name, and tango because they live to dance.

anon im kissing you so hard rn btw THANK YOUUUU!! THANK YOUUU i cant believe this happened last thing i saw was pregnant foolish lmao

[justanisabelakinnie]

If i may add to the ask you sent Artemis(real as all fuck btw)......Pjo fans get like,REALLY mad when i say transfem Percy is way more canon than bi Percy because 1.Way more coding and 2.Cis bi Percy has literally been debunked by the official website AND Rick Riordan and same goes for lesbian Annabeth instead of bi Annabeth and it's really disgusting that it's often Percabeth shippers forcing transmasc Percy and Annabeth liking dudes when Percabeth literally works with tgirl Percy and lesbian Annabeth.Also how Percy is always getting bashed for not liking Nico back despite treating better than anyone else and she's 18 to his 15 and it's often by Jason stans even though Jason is HER AGE and basically her bf?????I know Percy's not technically canonically a girl but as i've said before,she's Marco level subtext and Persephpne Jackson believers are the only ones who get her characterzation right instead of gentrifying her when Percy in the text is meant to be complete abnormal and i think there's something to be said there added on with how with no exception the VERY HIGH number of transfem Pjo fans i've met have said she's an egg

Also worth noting that Hazel is a canon trio with Percy and Nico but she gets replaced with Jason and SO DEFANGED,Thalia and Reyna are always getting bashed as a ship more than the literal Percy x gods and her literal gr**mer(Luke)ones,Rachel was Percy's first gf and mortal best friend but she gets the Margo Kess treatment but with ableist misogyny for her autistic-coding,Sally got a way better s/o than Poseidon and is perfectly happy w/ him but the husband gets bashed so she can get back with him and a bunch of other shit!It's genuinely so fucking maddening,girls can't have shit but men get to be hot for being abusers

OMG HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE RIGHT?!?!?!?!?!