#sabel delos santos

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some redraw things from discord!

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tfw you find out that the monster that killed your whole town is your teammate and now you’re forced to be with them instead of taking revenge bc there’s a greater danger out there that needs to be resolved first...

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the storm

pirate au. jean getting her revenge. ft. sabel!

The storm has been raging for days, and it showed no sign of letting up. Each dark cloud, every howl of the wind, crack of lightning and roar of thunder matched the very storm that brewed within Jean’s heart. She pays no mind to the stinging rain, and stands defiantly among the squall. Her eyes glower against a flash of lightning. The house before her, almost shakes with foreboding. As if it knew. It knew it would not outlast the storm.

Clouds began to gather in the distance, rolling closer each minute. Jean held her mother’s hand, barely paying mind to the soft chants or prayers that whispered around them. Sabel stood quietly in the corner, head bowed. Jean pleaded in vain for her mother to hold on and stay with her. The warmth suddenly wavered and a chilled draft swept through the hut. Aa it passed, it took her mother’s last breath.

Jean only feels an unfamiliar numbness as she watches the dark waters churn below. She lost sight of her mother’s bodies hours ago. She was denied a proper burial, not even a chance to burn and let her ashes blow away. The Mistress had upturned her nose, and declared she would not have the land ruined for some slave. And so went her mother’s body into the restless sea. The clouds by then hung lowly, dark and threatening. The warmth of the summer day was completely lost in an unnatural cold.

“Jean,” Sabel had said gently, her fingers barely brushed her friend’s elbow . “The storm will not be gentle.” She warns, eyes casted up to the skies above. 

“Yes,” Jean agreed. Her voice was so raw, she almost didn’t recognize it. Her gaze finally lifts up to the horizon and thunder rumbles. “It will not be gentle.” 

Jean quietly circles the house, peering into each window. She had always admired it’s grace and grand features. After all, at the Master’s one and only heir- no matter how illegitimate she was, it was rightfully hers. But now, Jean just wanted to see it in ashes. She wanted to hear helpless cries and screams. Jean lifts the lantern up and peers into one of her favorite rooms. The rum cellar. Adorned with heavy drapes of red and intricate gold designs, rums and liquors of all kinds lined around the walls, and carpets from the east outlining the floors. It could have been hers. 

Lightning flares angrily both across the sky and in her heart. When the thunder crashes, so does the lantern. The glass shatters, and the flames quickly catch on. Jean walks away. If only she had been recognized. If only her mother had gotten the attention she needed. Chains in hand, Jean ties them around the doors, and with a hard yank. She seals the fate of Master and Mistress. The house servants and slaves long gone, thanks to whispered talks. Jean turns to the field and screams. “Now!”

Sabel is the first to come forward from the dark, torch in hand. The two friends hold each other’s gaze for a moment, both knowing, this was their first step down a path there would be no coming back from. Sabel turns to the house and with a vengeful shout she hurls the torch into the front window. The flames spread wildly. The slaves, who were no longer bound, carry their torches, lighting up the fields, house, whatever had kept them captive for years. Among the crackling flames, Jean hears it. Cries and screams, helpless. She smiles. The house cracks and gives way to the fire. It did not outlast the storm.

Sabel throws another torch into the field, cursing it and the owners straight to the pits. She catches Jean’s retreating figure among the revolt and runs after her. The fire illuminated the scene of justified chaos around them, even as the storm carries on. She catches up to Jean’s side and looks to her. “Where will we go now?”

Jean pauses at the docks, and gazes at the powerful ship that had once been Master’s and now, rightfully belongs to her. “Anywhere, amiga.” Jean replies. Sabel looks at the ship, a spark shining in her eyes. Jean smirks. “A pirate's life, Sabel.”

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like we’re gonna die young -- part 3

Being a Hunter of Artemis means living with few belongings. Years ago, when Azra’s mother was still alive, she got herself a safe deposit box, to fill with belongings that held sentimental value but couldn’t be carried around with her. For years, the box remained empty. And then Azra’s mother fell ill and shortly after, she passed away. Azra was banished from her childhood home for the second time in her life, but not before she found the piles of letters she’d written to her mother. They were all open, all read, and many had smudged ink from what appeared to be old tears. With the letters Azra had sent were several letters in her mother’s handwriting. Some were sealed and never sent. Some were only a paragraph long. When Azra left, she took all of the letters with her, and put them in her safety deposit box. She never read the ones her mother wrote.

Now, she’s retrieved them. She can’t say why today feels like the right day to finally read the responses her mother never sent, but it does. Every letter, including the incomplete ones, is dated and Azra reads them in chronological order. The oldest ones are full of anger and confusion. There are several copies of the same letter written in different ways yet none of them were ever sent.

A few letters talk of Azra’s brother, someone she did not know to exist until her mother’s passing. Some thank her for the pictures she’s sent and tell her she’s beautiful. Others are angry again, begging to know what happened to her beautiful son. Those fill Azra will contempt that she’d rather not feel towards her mother. Most of the letters are addressed to Azra’s birth name, a name that was left behind when Azra left home. A name that she never wanted to hear again.

Everything about the letters is bittersweet. A broken connection between Azra and a woman who once truly loved her. Unsent letters full of questions and attempts at affection. Amal’s affections she once had for her child were muddied by the belief that Azra goes against nature. Some letters ask how Azra can see herself as a woman with anatomy of a man. Those make Azra cringe.

When she finally gets through every letter, she returns them to their place in the box. She’s not sure what she gained from reading them. The knowledge that if she’d stayed home, she’d never have been accepted, not even by her mother? That wasn’t something she’d wanted to know.

Azra pulls her wallet out of her bag. There are two pictures hidden within it. One of Sabel laughing and the other of Amal and Azra as an 8-year-old. She’s topless and holding her mother’s hand, looking at the camera with a frown and unfocused eyes. It’s the only picture Azra has of herself pre-transition. After reading everything her mother thought about her, she’s not sure if she still wants it.

She puts the picture back in her wallet. Amal may have not loved Azra all her life, but she loved her when she was still an 8-year-old, running around in the heat and inventing things out of litter found on the streets. That’s enough, Azra tells herself. She loved me once and that’s enough.

Outside the bank, Sabel is leaning against the stone wall, wearing a pair of large sunglasses and squinting at the parking lot. When she catches sight of Azra, she breaks into a grin and reaches out her hand for Azra to hold.

Azra has a different family now. A family that cares for her unconditionally and supports her through everything. It’s enough to quell the opposing feelings she has for her mother. The anger and the desire to have Amal’s approval and love settle when Sabel flashes Azra a smile and swings their interlocked hands between them.

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Yaas Sabel bae you hot af

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for national oc kissing day!!! some of my fav crackships: nikos x dash, sabel x rosie, and marcie x west!!!

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sabel background changes

she moves to the US in 2005 and arrives in CHB during the events of The Lightning Thie

she is claimed almost 2 weeks after her arrival 

in 2009, she is Outed to her parents and kicked out of her house

she tries reaching out to jasper but he’s m.i.a.

she ends up at CHB instead

she joins the Hunters a few days after the Battle of Manhattan (rather than immediately after)

her parents come looking for her some months later only to discover that she joined the Hunters

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Cabins list - PJO OCs

I thought I’d make a list of all of our pjo ocs in their respective cabins (kind of like how it used to be back in rise), just so that we can know which of our ocs are siblings/cabin mates and make headcanons with them! :D

I will be doing the same for our HoO OCs and HP OCs ^u^

If I missed anyone, or if I got your OC’s godly parent wrong, please let me know!

Canon characters aren’t included

Cabin 1: Zeus

Clark O’Niel - Nessa

Cabin 2: Hera (Honorary)

Cabin 3: Posideon

Samara Hawke - Ericka

Zara Ye - Raven

Cabin 4: Demeter

Kai Kaeo - Alison

Lotus Itami - Logan

Michelle Belcourt - Max

Logan McKay - Ericka

Buzz Goldman - Rex

Landry Qualls - Emily

Gustavo Ferreira - Nessa

Cabin 5: Ares

Amelia Johnson - Nessa

Ella Cate Milligan - Ann

Cabin 6: Athena

Rui Saito - Nessa

Liam Trow - Erica

Andrew Webber - Max

Quinn Phillips - Emily

Céleste Rousseau - Raven

Rosa Santiago - Rex

Phaedra August - Manda

Parker Narváez - Logan

Calhoun O’Reilly - Manda

Cabin 7: Apollo

Rodrigue Roux - Nessa

Marcie Bouchard - Erica

Jasper Salvador - Max

Addy Streb - Alison

March Porter - Raven

Dalia Vega - Emily

Sunny Washington - Rex

Magnolia Herveaux - Ericka

Dylan Sanchez - Logan

Cabin 8: Artemis (Honorary/Hunters of Artemis)

Sabel delos Santos (Apollo) - Max

María Guadalupe Fernández (Dionysus) - Nessa

Azra Qazi (Ares) - Logan

Cabin 9: Hephaestus

Trent Baker - Erica

Robbie Lerner - Emily

Molly Dufour - Manda

Blaise Washington - Rex

Shiloh Young - Logan

Rene Cosineau - Ann

Cabin 10: Aphrodite

Ava Torres - Nessa

Perrin Beaumont - Shannyn

Dakota Summers - Alison

Leia Ka’uhane - Max

Brianna Moore - Emily

Cabin 11: Hermes

Mallory Bachmeier - Nessa

Jamie Mendoza - Nessa

Michael Costa - Nessa

Miguel Costa - Nessa

Jess Kowalski - Rex

Micah Reed - Emily

Emma Kowalski - Rex

Ella Hakim - Emily

Bailey Kowalski - Rex

Danny Noble - Ericka

Cabin 12: Dionysus

Jean Cordova - Ericka

Heath Hudson - Shannyn

Johnny Hayes - Ann

Rhyder Vogel - Logan

Cabin 13: Hades

Yvette Desroches - Erica

Michael Valentino - Rex

Cabin 14: Iris

Sterling O’Connell - Nessa

Cabin 15: Hypnos

Marshall Lewis - Shannyn

Cabin 16: Nemesis

Elenore Tovani - Logan

Daniel Davenport - Raven

Jude Keawe - Manda

Cabin 17: Nike

Thomas Lee - Max

Connie Kravitz - Logan

Jules Guzman - Emily

Cabin 18: Hebe

Cabin 19: Tyche

Myra Harris - Shannyn

Felicity Standing Bear - Logan

Cabin 20: Hecate

Atsa Sandoval - Raven

JJ Vasquez - Logan

Harper Vasquez - Logan

Cabin #: Morpheus

Haruka Masaomi - Nessa

James Howell - Nessa

Barney Bachhmeier - Max

Xander Huang - Logan

Teddy Zhao - Emily

Cabin #: Thalia (muse of comedy)

Maria Socorro do Nascimento - Nessa

Ivy Nkosi - Erica

Phillip Parker - Max

Cheryl Parker - Max

Cabin #: Phobos

Charlotte Perks - Erica

Cabin #: Khione

Fintan Whittaker - Shannyn

Cabin #: Eros

Gloria Armstrong - Romy

Cabin #: Eris

Stella Corleone - Romy

Jorlief Nielsen - Ann

Cabin #: Thanatos

Orion Mors - Manda

Cabin #: Oizys

Ivan Molotov - Ann

Cabin #: Euthenia

Oscar Martinez - Ann

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(if you're still accepting) AzraxSabel aand ParkerxJasper/GrahamxNikos

Azra / Sabel

Choses the pumpkin: they each pick their own! they have a competition to find the perfect pumpkin

Carves the pumpkin: both of them!

Gets scared and clings the other in a haunted house: Sabel, she reacts so dramatically

Matching costume idea: Princess Bubblegum and Marceline from Adventure Time bc gays. Alternatively Korra and Asami

Makes a cozy bed-fort to cuddle in: Sabel!

Steal’s the other’s candy: Sabel

Accidentally gets lost in a corn maze: they’re hunters they’re supposed to have a good sense of direction. but azra gets lost anyway and insists she isn’t actually lost

Tells spooky stories to scare the other: both of them! they try to out spook each other

Collects cool-looking leaves: Azra

Parker / Jasper

Choses the pumpkin: Parker!

Carves the pumpkin: Jasper bc clumsy Parker should not be trusted with knives

Gets scared and clings the other in a haunted house: both of them at one point Parker accidentally slaps Jasper in the face bc he gets scared and then he’s apologizing too much to get scared by the next thing

Matching costume idea: listen. sexy cowboys. but like how girls do the sexy cowgirl costume - cowboy boots, short shorts, tied up plaid shirt with most of the buttons undone. they look gr8

Makes a cozy bed-fort to cuddle in: Parker! He loves cuddles!!

Steal’s the other’s candy: Jasper

Accidentally gets lost in a corn maze: both of them what dorks

Tells spooky stories to scare the other: Jasper

Collects cool-looking leaves: Parker

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♥ - Love headcanon

Azra first tells Sabel that she loves her when they’re in the middle of a battle. Sabel just knocked down some huge monster at it was epic and Azra blurted out “I love you” on instinct because her girlfriend is impressive and amazing.

This distracted Sabel, causing her to almost be attacked by another monster but Azra handled it and then Sabel said “I love you” back.

▼ - Childhood headcanon

Vivie spent a large amount of her childhood wandering around her granparents’ estate alone. She had a very vivid imagination so she could play on her own just fine, but it was lonely for her. Her closest and pretty much only long-term childhood friend was the ghost of a young serving boy named Henri. He was very shy and nervous around adults, so her family believed Henri was just an imaginary friend.

✿ - Happy headcanon

Even though Parker and his dad butt heads a lot, Mike has always been proud of his son. When Parker gets signed to a record label, it’s the first time Parker sees his dad cry. Mike is just so proud of him that he can’t hold back the tears. He then proceeds to call pretty much everyone he knows to tell them.

At Parker’s first concert on tour, Mike is in the front row. Anytime Parker’s band performs on tv, all of his family members will gather around the tv to watch him.

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have an motw squad *finger guns*

and here’s the individual pics if any of you want them!

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tag urself  im a combo of dead and guardian angel

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this scene from parks and rec is a blessing

bonus:

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baes with their baes 💖

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sabel, michelle, brooklyn, and emma made on picrew!

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Outfit meme: Sabel 3F :D

this is such a mood honestly T_T  like its so hot here i feel like im in nth circle of hell im crei(translation: various curse words, it’s so hot in the philippines)

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