#smiley roan :')

[delusionships]

H-O-T-T-O-G-O YOU CAN TAKE ME HOT TO GO!!

ghost doing the hot to go but i forgot to upload it here omg im so sorry

[darlingi-loveyou]

things that definitely happened in the percy jackson series’ that rick left out/didn’t expand on (basically a collection of headcanons)

- leo teased percy and annabeth about the stables scene for weeks until it got old

- leo trying to make a move on EVERYONE he interacted with, especially the aphrodite cabin

- (leo was a hey mamas lesbian in a past life i will die on this hill)

- bi4bi percabeth

- some of the apollo kids give out free stick-n-poke tattoos. will has a small treble clef on his hip for his mom, nico has a tiny skull behind his left ear, percy has a smiley face on his right middle finger bc he thought it was funny

- annabeth tried to act like she didn’t think it was funny and called him an idiot

- ella also gives out free tattoo services at camp jupiter, and camp half blood when she and tyson visit. frank told her to start charging for them, but being a harpy, she doesn’t really have a need for money. honestly, she just wants an excuse to do more tattoos, since there’s not a lot of space left on tyson

- percy always orders blue food or drinks when he’s out if it’s an option (basically canon in the senior year adventures). at this point it’s instinctual

- percy refuses to drink or smoke bc of gabe. sally understands this and that’s why, before she had estelle, she would only have a single glass of wine with dinner. annabeth likes to have a few drinks here and there, but when she does drink, she makes sure to never do it in front of percy

- dionysus is essentially the camp therapist, because deep down, he really does care about the campers. he has open office hours and a sign-up sheet for appointments (private or group therapy) in the big house

- percy has started calling dionysus the wrong name back, and it’s dissolved into a competition to see who can think of the most ridiculous names (so far perceval jackoff and destiny’s child are tied for first place). some of the other campers are waiting for the day dionysus turns percy into a bottlenose dolphin or a pile of dust and ashes, but he would never do it

- there’s also a sign-up sheet to use that single computer that chiron has, where everyone gets up to an hour of screen time

- after discovering the projector in chiron’s office, it’s common to find cabins or individual groups of campers having movie nights. nico and hazel’s boyfriends and friends use this as an opportunity to show them (when hazel visits) different movies. for example, one night percy brings all 3 back to the future movies (he doesn’t realize the irony until nico won’t stop teasing him about it), annabeth brings the last unicorn, which makes hazel cry (me too girl), piper brings jennifer’s body (hazel and frank both get all flustered during the sex scenes, nico is surprisingly unbothered until will nudges him and makes a comment about colin when he appears onscreen), reyna, on the rare occasions that the hunters visit, brings isle of dogs (she hasn’t watched a lot of movies, but that one is one of her favorites), frank brings the little prince, which makes percy openly sob, and will brings heathers, to nico’s surprise

- some camp traditions include telling ghost stories at the campfire, karaoke nights in the apollo cabin (they tried to hold one in the big house once, but that only lasted about ten minutes before dionysus kicked them out), secret santas, halloween parties, and thanksgiving at the jackson-blofis house for the year-round campers (and percy, annabeth, tyson, and ella, ofc)

- piper likes to walk around doing chappell roan’s vocal flips and reneé rapp’s riffs

- will is actually a pretty good singer, but he doesn’t think he is bc his powers are more focused on his role as a camp medic, so he compares himself to his siblings. he can also play guitar really well, but his favorite thing is playing it horribly and as loud as possible, or playing at nico because he knows he hates it

- will and annabeth both struggle with imposter syndrome, percy starts talking to dionysus about his ptsd, nico is working on breaking his disordered eating habits, and tyson makes ella a fidget that she can play with so she doesn’t pull out her feathers

- piper and leo like to reference modern pop culture in front of chiron, who is eternally confused and has stopped trying to understand “the youth”

- annabeth is a swiftie (her favorite album is ttpd) and percy says he isn’t, but sally sometimes catches him singing “safe & sound” or “never grow up” to estelle (he has no idea she knows) and sends videos of it to annabeth. he can’t sing very well, don’t get me wrong, and it’s almost always off-key, but estelle doesn’t seem to mind

- percy does that thing that dads do where he stands at the edge of the room when estelle is watching one of her shows with sally and pretends he isn’t watching it, but eventually ends up sitting with them on the couch and singing (again, very poorly) along to the bluey theme song

- will isn’t actually a morning person, but as the camp medic, he’s just used to getting up at the ass-crack of dawn and running on three hours of sleep and multiple celsiuses (this is why, on “making-nico-and-hazel-watch-movies-we-think-are-important-movie-nights,” he never even makes it through the first one without crashing out)

- apollo did in fact develop a little crush on nico during the tower of nero, but for his son’s sake, he’ll take that secret to his grave (metaphorically ofc)

[cometjuice]

A Collection of Will Solace Headcanons (part 2)

More headcanons for best boy.

Will is allergic to lying. If he tells a lie, he breaks out in hives. If someone else tells a lie, he sneezes. He's like a human lie detector. The only person who seems to get around this is Nico, but it's more because Nico has no idea if he himself is telling the truth 100% of the time or not. Having your memory wiped has some perks, I guess...

Will likes all types of music, but his favorites include a lot of metal and 2000s punk. I'm just imagining sunny, smiley Will with earbuds in, absolutely blasting Korn. It's also because Michael was a huge fan of punk and metal music.

In addition to metal bands, Will is absolutely a girl pop fan. Courtesy of Lee and Kayla. He's embarrassed about it though.

Will had an emo phase. He saw the band posters hanging over Michaels bed when he was 10 and tried to replicate the look because he thought it looked cool. He tried to dye his hair with kool aid. It didn't work very well. He also begged Michael to give him ear piercings, to this day he still has little metal studs in his ears.

Will loves tattoos despite his fear of needles. In addition to the sun he has on his chest, he has a whole notebook full of ideas. He wants to have a sleeve one day. Kayla wanted to try stick n' poke so she and Will have matching (ugly) suns on their ankles. Austin had to blindfold him to get it done.

Once, Will got a kidney infection and walked himself to the emergency room. No one found out until he iris messaged camp to tell them he was in the ER. (Based on a true story I actually did this, my poor roommate had a heart attack when I called him.)

Will ends up befriending Thanatos because of the amount of times he encounters him on the battlefield. They used to hate each other but now Will has a level of respect for him. They bond over Chappell Roan.

Will is a hopeless romantic. He wishes to be treated like a princess sometimes, and Nico definitely indulges in that. It makes him flustered but he feels cared for.

His love languages are quality time and acts of service.

Will uses 2 in 1 shampoo/conditioner. His skincare routine is hand soap and good genes.

Will can shoot a gun (Texas!) but is known to be a terrible shot due to CHB not having modern weapons. It wasn't until Will was gifted a pistol by Annabeth (courtesty of her dad) that everyone discovers Will is not a terrible shot, but is just terrible with arrows.

Will takes up boxing as a way to get out his anger. He uses a punching bag the Ares kids has hanging behind their cabin.

[kekaki-cupcakes]

Hiii

Please can you do connor stoll x reader "you know I like u, right? I mean, I know that you know. And you know that I know that you know... so what are we doing that for?"

hiii I'm so sorry this has taken like half a year lol but I hope you like it! it's mixed in with two other peoples requests for Connor [gn, and child of Athena] <3 <3 <3

strawberries After Midnight [ft. Chappel Roan]

Connor Stoll x child of Athena

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“Hey,” you said, looking up from the clay sculpture in front of you.

“Hey!” Connor said cheerily. You watched his hands carefully as he sat down in the chair in front of you. He spun around in it, went too far, and had to push himself back around to face you. 

He didn’t grab anything and slip it down the sleeves of his brown and cream bomber jacket, so you went back to cutting away slivers of clay around the base of your block. Wet clay got stuck underneath your fingernails. 

You smoothed out the bumps at the bottom, where the legs would be. “Aren’t you supposed to be strawberry picking, or something?”

“Maybe,” Connor sniffed, and kept watching you. His shoes were duct taped together, and someone had drawn smiley faces on them. 

Someone at the back of the arts and crafts shed threw their project at the wall, where it shattered. You ducked a flying pipecleaner and went back to work. Sun shone through the big open wall that looked out over the whole camp, where you could see teenagers hauling boxes of produce around and Will Solace sleeping in a wheelbarrow of straw. 

The Pegasi had been let out of their paddocks, not that fences did much [you still didn’t understand who’d even had the bright idea of putting them up], and they grazed on the long grass. 

You weren’t quite sure what exactly you were making out of the sculpture, but the Aphrodite boy at the front of the room watching dance moms with a satellite phone said that was something called the artistic process. 

You scraped some of the clay from beneath your fingernails when you felt Connor’s eyes still on you, and paused. “Can I help you?”

“Am I being annoying?” He asked with a smirk, resting his head on his arms.  

“Depends on if you brought strawberries,” you said. 

He picked up a little paper basket a naeid had probably woven, filled with the bright red sweet-smelling berries. Then he set the fruit on your clay covered table. It was harvest day, or more accurately, harvest week. You’d done your fair share of berry picking and crate carrying for the day, so you got til dinner off. Connor didn’t. He was supposed to be working. You decided not to dob. 

It’s not your fault. He just had the cutest gap between his teeth when he grinned. Not that you were looking near his mouth, or anything like that. 

You waved your hands around widely, grey water flicking every which way, and started to wipe them down on your pants so you could eat.  

Then Connor held a strawberry to your lips. 

»»————-　★　————-««

“Remember to drink some water.”

“Uh hu.”

You squinted at your sister for a long moment. Annabeth didn’t look up from her messy desk. She hadn’t moved in about three hours, hunched over her laptop while she rebuilt and planned out the Ares cabin in sims, since it’d been hit by one two many grenades and lost its internal supports. 

Or at least that’s what she’d called them before she tied her braids up behind her head with her singular grey one and disappeared into the world of adjustable door frames and roof beams. 

You watched her reach for her mini model and knock over a cup of cold noodles.

“Okay,” you said, folding your arms. “Grover just ate all your chapsticks, by the way.”

“Yeah, in five minutes.”

“Aliens totally built the pyramids.”

“Just send Clarisse to beat ‘em up,” Annabeth said, clicking away at her keyboard. All of the keys were covered in stickers from different people. You didn’t understand how she even knew what she was clicking.

You waited for the water in the bathroom tap to run cold, and then filled up Malcom’s strawberry patterned stanley cup. You set it in front of her, grabbed your uneaten chapstick, and your favorite pair of shoes. The night was young, as they say, and you didn’t know how long you’d be on your feet for.

That translated to: Cabin 12 was throwing an end of harvest week party in their cabin that would most definitely end in glittery bodily fluids, yet another blow up animal on someone’s roof, and a terribly planned camp store break in. 

You couldn’t wait. 

“I’m gonna go stare sadly at cute boys and eat hubba-bubba grape flavored cupcakes,” you called out as you left, following the bright colorful lights. Everyone had to pack inside the cabin until the feral harpy night watch distraction was set off. 

Usually that just meant the giant delivery of bird seed and unidentifiable flesh had been opened.  

“...Just kiss him already.”

“I knew you could hear me!”  

Annabeth just mumbled something about bomb proof piping. You left her to it. The grass crunched under your feet, and you walked backwards, slowly, to see the orange and pink streaked summer sky filled with white clouds and the occasional seagull.  

It looked like something out of a melancholy movie about boardwalk thrift stores and putting good friends over bad family. If that made sense. 

The music grew a little louder, as you weaved around the Hephestus cabin, and then the layered marble fountain that was currently housing a small family of goldfish in the basin. 

Hold on, hold on, fuck that

Fuck that shit

Hold on, I got to start this motherfuckin' record over again

The Dionysus cabin was like a little white cottage with a wraparound porch and red trim. Perfectly sweet. Crushed vanilla coke cans scattered the doormat when you crept inside. Leopard print duvets were strung up over the windows, the fluffy red rug in the center of the giant dancefloor was already sticky, and you were certain there hadn’t been this many giant speakers last time. 

Never the less, they blasted out a song that the jostling crowd was already booing too. You raised an eyebrow at the campers. Not a spec of orange was in site, only oversized band t-shirts and spaghetti straps. When there was a chance to wear something other than cargo and neon, it was taken wholeheartedly. 

You looked down at your Valentina-approved outfit. It was speckled in LED lighting, but you liked it. 

“Turn this motherfuckin’ record off!” Travis yelled, his hands cupping his mouth. He bumped into you, then realised it was you, and swung a lanky arm over your shoulder. “Yo!”

“...Yo?” you said, narrowing your eyes when an entire beach ball was tossed over the two of you. 

Travis grinned. He leaned in like he had a massive secret. “Okay, you can’t tell anyone I told you this, especially not you, but Connors got the fattest crush on you, kay?”

You stared at him. 

“Like, what’s that thin’ Drew was explaining at dinner? Heart eyes? His eyes turn, like, uh… massive hearts. So yeah. Don’t tell. Pinkie promise?” He held out his thumb eagerly. You gave him a fistbump and tried not to pass out. 

Travis patted your shoulder triumphantly, and was lost in the sweaty crowd.

You stood there for a moment. 

Psst, I see dead people

Aggressive cheers arose. 

You could totally handle this situation. You could totally pretend you weren’t about to dissolve into a strawberry scented puddle of goo when Connor eventually found his way to you through the clouds of smoke like he promised he would. 

You could totally pretend you didn’t know that he liked you and not just grab onto his very muscular arm and stammer your way through a stupid speech you probably picked up from over hearing dance mums. 

You were totally handling this situation as well as you could handle the thought of Connor being in a five foot radius right now with his adorable tooth gap and very soft jacket you totally weren’t wondering about if it would fit you. 

Maybe if you just hid from him. 

Then you very carefully laid out plans to have fun, possibly get a stick and poke in the bathtub from Will Solace, drink out of date off brand soft drink, then lay on a broken couch outside and watch the sunrise while listening to an overplayed pop song, wouldn’t be ruined by a cute boy.

The beach ball made a return. You ducked it, and weaved past some kid pretending he could do magic tricks. 

“Hey,” Lou ellen giggled. Her wildly curly hair was caught in her earrings. 

“Hi,” you said.

She smelt like something that was definitely the reason there was a general [but probably too low] age limit on these sorts of things. 

“How are you? I feel like I havent seen you in ages, if you could like randomly magically transform into any animal of your choosing that fits into a totally irrelevant category in my spellbook what would you pick?” 

You shook your head slowly, and looked for a victim to pass her onto. “Don’t you think Clovis would look great as a tiny sheep?”

Her eyes widened. “Oh my god, yes!” 

The party continued around you in slow motion and colorful flashing lights. You talked to a few more slightly deranged teenagers and helped Butch pull a pegasus out of the fridge. Whoever was in control of the music had very good taste. The bottoms of your shoes were sticky, and made a little sound every time you walked.

Time passed. A lot of that time was spent hiding from Connor. You spotted him a couple of times and consequently crawled into the empty fridge. One of those times he was holding a pained and grinning Travis by the ear while stomping on his toes, red in the face. 

After that, you proceeded to hurry into the bathroom and lock the door [someone had written ‘Rodrick Rules’ in black marker on it] behind you. 

Will was sitting in the bathtub, cowboy hat pulled low, and a stalk of wheat in his mouth. 

“Wanna stick’n’poke?” 

“No thanks,” you huffed, sinking into the dry tub next to him and pressing your head against the cold tile wall. It helped your stress and flashy lights induced headache. “Do you do lobotomies? Or extract hearts?”

There were about a million candles burning on the bathroom sink, the wax stuck straight to the marble. It made the little room smell like a garden made of lollies. You glared at the roof. 

“Is this about your serious case of heart eyes?” Will asked. You could see his smirk under his stupid hat.

You snatched the open can of sour peach soda from him and took a sip. There were no bubbles left. It tasted like really good soap. “I do not have heart eyes, I have perfectly normal shaped eyes.”

“...Not when Connor’s feeding you strawberries.” 

“What do I do?” you grumbled, toeing the pink bathroom tiles with your sticky shoe. 

“You go up to him, and you ask if you can kiss him, duh,” Will said, drawing skulls on the wall with a snapped pen. He paused. “Actually maybe don’t do that on the dance floor. Drag him outside first.”

You sculled his drink. It made you feel sick. 

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“Cause everything good happens after midnight,” You sang to yourself quietly, between hiccups. 

The speakers were so loud you could hear them from outside. The stars above you spun around in circles when you tilted your head. They stretched out to the horizon, over the ocean you could see in the distance. You knew the constellations, One of your little brothers had them painted on the roof of his bunk bed, but they weren’t coming back to you now. It was chillier now. You put your hands underneath your butt. 

Maybe if the legless couch you were sprawled across had come with a blanket. “I'm feeling kinda freaky, maybe it's the moonlight.”

“I kinda wanna kiss your boyfriend if you don’t mind.”

You spun around, as well as you could while you were squashed in the corner, pressed against cushions that smelt like wine stains and dust. Then you turned back around. “...I love a little uh huh.” Connor put his hands on the back of the couch, either side of your head. You kept your eyes on the stars. “Let’s watch the sunrise.”

There was silence for a little bit, something that didn’t usually happen when the son of Hermes was around. 

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as Connor lent over the couch, til he was nearly upside down in front of you. “I found Travis.”

“Right.”

“So you know that I like you now. I mean, I know that you know. And you know that I know that you know now... so uh… what are we doing that for?”

Connor grinned at you hesitantly. It turned to a smirk when he spotted your face. You tried not to stare at his pretty lips and silly little tooth gap, distracting yourself with his freckles instead. He had a lot of them. 

You chewed on your thumb nail, and then moved over, making room for him. He flopped down next to you, sinking in the cushions. Your heart was pounding as fast as the beat playing in the cabin behind.

“I kinda wanna kiss you… if you don’t mind?” You said quietly. 

Connor laughed. He reached out to hold your very hot and flustered face, but you’d already lent in and pressed your lips to his. He was warm and soft and you could feel glitter on his big jacket when you held onto his arms. 

You both pulled back, matching smiles and sparkling eyes. Connor didn’t let go of you. “I would’ve brought you strawberries sooner if i knew that was gonna happen.”

“Shut up,” you muttered, and pulled him further down into the couch.  

'Cause everything good happens after

»»————-　★　————-««

A perfectly sober Travis Stoll got a stick’n’poke of the Mona Lisa with a mustache from Will in the bathtub. 

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[luveline]

Hi, I have an eddie, roan, reader idea! Maybe roan has a school play or dance recital and she's got a solo or something and she really nervous so que a sweet and sappy pep talk from eddie or reader. Then eddie and reader and sitting watching her like two smiley, proud goofs bc roan is killing it (obviously) 😊😂

thank you for your request ♡ you and dad!eddie comfort his daughter roan when she panics about her upcoming solo dance. fem!reader, 1.2k

Eddie crouches down by the car. He doesn't care that it's raining, doesn't care that he's gonna have wet knees for the two hours he spends in the audience. He doesn't even care that you're being rained on next to him as you hold the umbrella over his head, because Roan is crying. 

Not the roaring sobs of a tantrum nor the panicked braying of an owie. She's crying slow, sluggish tears, and she's declared a heart-breaking statement. "I don't think I can do it," she sobs, covering her face with her hands. Her nails are painted silver and pink. The bracelets around her wrists slip down to her elbows, sparkly bangles you'd insisted she needed. It's a very glittery display of unhappiness.

"Sweetheart, what? Are you kidding? If anybody can do it, it's you." 

She'd been a little bit quiet on the ride over, but she smiled when you bragged preemptively about how many photos you were going to take of her performance, and laughed when Eddie said, "So don't mess up!" 

Not his best joke, he realises now. 

"I don't want to mess up the dance," she says through sobs. 

Eddie puts his hand behind her and pulls her toward him gently. She's reluctant at first, though she melts as he pats a short rhythm into her back. "You won't mess up the dance," he says, nudging her forehead with his nose to make her look up. "You practised with me so much, we know all the moves back to front." 

"But it's different," she says, shuddering. Her body attempts to regulate a sudden emotion. It doesn't do a very good job. 

"It's different," you say. "The lights and having the mommys and daddys looking at you. It's different. But different doesn't mean you'll mess up, right?" 

"And messing up isn't the end of the world," Eddie says. 

"Exactly!" you agree. "Nobody watching will care if you make the wrong dance move, babe. You can make mistakes." 

"You can make all of the mistakes," Eddie says. 

Roan rubs her wet cheeks into Eddie's shirt. "I don't want to look bad for you," she says. 

"What do you mean, Ro?" he asks, his voice softened to silk. He can't stroke her hair, not after the hour he'd spent making it look perfect, but he holds the back of her head in his hand and rubs a line across her cheek with his thumb. He needs her to calm down. "You don't need to worry about us. We're proud of you no matter what." 

"I'm no good," Roan says, sniffling. 

"You're no good? Why would you think that? You're so good," Eddie says.

"I'm gonna mess up," she says, holding your hand loosely through the gap in Eddie's arm. The rain wets your hair. You don't even feel it, your eyes full of patience as Roan devolves. "I'm gonna be bad. Everyone's gonna laugh at me. I can't do it, dad." 

You clear your throat. "This recital is to show off how good you are, yeah? Me and daddy already know you're amazing. We've seen you doing the perfect dance every night for two weeks!" 

"And if anyone laughs at you, I'll beat them up." 

You choke on air at Eddie's declaration, but you don't tell him to take it back. In fact, you nod solemnly. "I will make daddy beat them up. But nobody is going to laugh at you, Roan." 

"You're beautiful," Eddie says, taking her by the shoulders. "You look so pretty. You worked so hard on practising your dance, and you're gonna show everybody how awesome you are. I promise, babe. Cross my heart." 

"You think it'll be okay?" she asks unsurely. 

Eddie stands up on aching knees, looking down at her with his most encouraging, most saccharine, most confident grin. "I know so. I know you're worrying, baby, but we have to go inside now. We don't wanna be late, and Y/N's drowning." 

You stand with him, holding the umbrella steadfast over Roan's head. Your coat is shiny with rain, and your jeans are a formidable blue. Eddie'll have to rub them to warm them up when they've found their seats (oh no, what a chore). 

Roan hesitates. Eddie cups her cheek. 

"You can do this, bubby. I have never ever been so sure about something before as this." 

He's lying —he's ninety nine percent sure Roan won't mess up, and he'd been a whole percentage point more sure about one thing in particular. You're standing by his side, nodding vehemently. 

"You can do this," you reaffirm. 

In the end, Roan makes it on stage. You and Eddie campaign for a pair of great seats not quite as in the middle as you wanted, but close enough to the front for Roan to see your eyes. You hold the video camera chest level and Eddie rubs your legs until friction heats the chilled skin there, warming you toasty. He whispers a quick thank you for your generous umbrella-ing, to which you kiss his stubbly jaw and babble about protection detail. You're more excited than you were before Roan's Mother's Day dance, and that's saying something. 

Roan appears toward the right hand side. The music is loud but non abrasive, and if you and Eddie didn't already know, it would surprise you when she spins forward into centre stage halfway through the dance. He holds his breath and you squeeze his hand, camera held steady as the bodice of Roan's white dress catches the light. Her tulle skirt flares out like the petals of a daisy as she performs her solo. It's over in less than ten seconds, the other girls and boys falling forward to join her, but they're the proudest ten seconds of Eddie's life. 

He doesn't expect to feel heat behind his eyes. Alarmed, he digs a finger into his shirt and pulls the collar to his eyes to wipe at the wet corners. 

"She did it!" you whisper, shooting him a smile. "I knew she could do it!" 

Eddie beams. He doesn't even know how to explain the level of pride he's feeling. He starts with a hug that lasts a good ten minutes after the show (Roan jumping into his arms, shouting "I did it!" at the top of her lungs) surrounded by parents praising her for a job well done. They go for ice cream, and they stay out late celebrating. Eddie swears he's gonna fall asleep the second his head touches his pillow, but he has enough energy left in him to put his cheek on your shoulder and whisper, "Can you pass me the video camera? I wanna watch it back." 

"Again? She rocked it, baby. Please go to sleep." 

"I will! Just– after this one." 

[sol-consort]

I’m replaying cyberpunk rn and got to the part where Panam puts her legs on V’s lap and i

no because what do you mean we stargaze together, what do you mean she honours Jackie's memory for your sake when you do a toast to scorpion, what do you mean she wakes us up all smiley and happy in the morning, what does any of this mean it can't be nothing oh my god.

She puts her legs on our lap!!! That's literally goddamn cuddling. We have a sleepover not once but TWICE during our brief time together with her.

How do you expect me not to fall in love with her when she's brimming with life? When she's as stubborn as a bull yet twice as endearing and not afraid to stand up for what she believes in, for who she cares about.

She gives us a limited edition op sniper rifle! That's literally an engagement ring in lesbian culture!

Sure, Panam, have a friendly cudding session with V, maybe some platonic flirting. How about some girlboss kissing? No, no, you see, V is only asking for your hand in marriage IRONICALLY, haha, get it? Yeah, V is putting a ring on it out of love for the rhetorics arts. Just a couple of besties! Two gals being pals!

She's as straight as dry spaghetti... blast Good Luck Babe by Chappell Roan pls

AND I CRY IT'S NOT FAIR

[sawnday]

Cabinet Man + Good Luck Babe

hello gamer nation. after several years of being on this site i have finally decided to post my own art. sorry to the singular person who followed me for presumably my reblogs of hsr stuff i actually can only draw cats. anyways! i like to create designs based off of songs, so here are two i made... i also came up with little stories for each of them smiley face :)

also, did you know you can actually buy these designs from me!?!? whoa!?!? they're bid to adopts and you can find them on toyhouse or deviantart! if you don't have an account to either platforms, you can also bid here :)

CABINET MAN BY LEMON DEMON

This cat lived a unremarkable life, keeping to themself and being  as basic and generic as a clan cat could be. When they died, they had no legacy left behind; they were hardly mourned, and cats very quickly  forgot about them. They grew regretful of having such a simple life, and now no-cat would remember them. However, one day, they realized they were capable of visiting living cats' dreams when they  accidentally wandered into one of them. With this newfound knowledge, they began to speak to the living, delivering prophecies and helping  them figure out what these prophecies meant. They grew obsessed with the attention and appreciation of other cats, leading them to keep visiting  living cats beyond what they were allowed and crafting fake prophecies  so more attention would be on them. But they couldn't live a lie forever, and eventually, both the living cats and the other Starclan cats began to realize that this cat and their so-called prophecies were not quite what they seemed...

GOOD LUCK BABE - CHAPPEL ROAN

When this cat was a kit, they grew up alongside their best friend, who they had a crush on. However, when it came time for the both of them to become apprentices, this cat chose to become a healer, having been influenced by the clan's culture of being expected to have a family one day. This cat had always had a crush on their best friend, but felt they would not be able to fulfill the clan's expectations of having a family. However, as they trained as a healer and watched their best friend train as a warrior, they came to regret their decision. They were too far into their training to change their path, plus, they liked healing. So as the two became adults and earned their full names, this cat could only watch as their best friend, their love, became mates with someone else and host a family with them.

[the-kr8tor]

H-O-T T-O G-O

You can take me hot to go!

Anywayyyyyssss

Imagine hobie watching his oartner dance to that song and being silly. I can already hear his teasing and implications hed say with his words while his partner dances, or sings, their heart out (i can see him doing that with any song actually)

Also hobie def learns his partners favs songs on his guitar and makes them some

For one anniversary i can see him having made a whole album for you w/his band and playing it at his concert in front of fandom and you for the first time.

YOU CAN TAKE ME HOT TO GO!!!

Oh I think he'll be all smiley just watching you dance and sing and the second the lyrics gets more suggestive especially with that one line (iykyk) he'll be all "oh shit really?" Like he'd be playing along to the lyrics and answering the questions like the "what'd take to get your number?" Anyway he'll love chappell roan

Yeeesss!! Hobie would absolutely do that! And R wouldn't be any wiser at first but when it hits them that the lyrics is about them R will need to hold on to something or they'll melt through the floor

[devilmae]

A Run-On Introduction

By Devin McManus

I believe in astrology even though it’s a little silly and my sun, moon, and rising signs are capricorn/scorpio/leo, my bedroom smells like cinnamon and my headphones are always on full volume and I’ll make a playlist for every occasion, my sneakers have smiley faces on them and I have entirely too many jackets (though I only really wear like three of them), I collect pretty ribbons and records and books and knickknacks and I have taper candles in every color, I love tea and raspberries and nectarines and olives and hate pickles and beef and mayonnaise. I wear red because it’s my favorite color, but also because it’s lucky and it reminds me of ladybugs and of my grandma, my perfume is jasmine and my hand soap is vanilla and I have a beauty mark beneath my lips and a freckle on my pointer finger and I love them dearly. My favorite season is fall, but it’s also spring, and I also have a soft spot for winter and summer and always long for at least one of them when they’re not around. I love Taylor Swift and Fleetwood Mac and Chappell Roan and Mötley Crüe and Big Thief and Queen and Arctic Monkeys and could not live without Melodrama or Ziggy Stardust or Vivaldi’s Four Seasons. I love fog and fresh snow and the summer sun on my face and will always dance in the rain, and the river is my happy place and so is a forest when the leaves are changing. I love to read and write and I work at a library and I think fanfiction is the most sincere form of literature (most of the time). I’m a bit obsessed with magic and witches and fairies and the moon and I’m a fan girl at heart and I do believe in fate. My name is Devin and I used to hate my name, but it means poet of hands and that kind of fits me perfectly. Funny how that works

[galaxytoons]

If you think about it all your nonsensical headcanons about your OCs are just canons

Uh. You guys don’t know who they are yet but once I make the show Tink canonically watches object shows and Mr. Smiley canonically listens to Chappell Roan it’s canon now I’m unstoppable so yeah

[clumsy-words-again]

good day mutual dearest ✨

what is your favorite animal? :>

possible bonus question: do you have any pets?

Beloved Laurel <3

I never gave much thought to it, but I really like quokkas, which are the smiley-animals, and also orcas, which I think look like real-life pokemons.

Alas, I’ve never had any pets.

When me and my siblings were discussing pets with my mom about an year ago, we said we wanted some cutesy dog (she’s very against cats), but she said in case we ever do get one, it should be a German Shepherd cause they’re big and scary and can protect themselves.

I (jokingly) proposed that in that case we should get a Caucasian Shepherd instead (not possible), which is incredibly large and scary and can arguably be ridden into battle. We would, of course, name it something very majestic and fearsome, such as Cookie.

Maybe someday when I move away I will get a cutesy dog or a cat, and probably name it based on some Taylor Swift or Chappell Roan reference.

What are your favourites?

[what-if-nct]

hiiii today's reminder is i saw a very cute picture of Felix but i forgot to save the link to send it to you :( instead of just ask you to imagine him all pretty and fairy like and smiley

Hi, aww oh no, im sure I've probably seen it. He is just a pretty, smiley fairy. It might not be these, but he looks like such a little fairy prince here.

Such a pretty boyyyy.

Also these pictures of my other baby.

Look at how precious and adorable hyunjin is here I wanna put him in my pocket.

Oh also I putting it off for when I had enough time but I finally actually fully got into Chappell Roan and I knew I would but oh my god I love her I was literally dancing around my room in my tiara to her and it felt right (I was trying to figure how I want to do my hair for my birthday so I had to try on my tiara im going to wear for my birthday,that was a very leo sentence)

[junk-culture]

nothing better to do right now so i went to youtube and subjected myself to a few chappell roan songs and oh ok . before even hearing anything the thumbnail of this lyric video pissed me off right away to be honest like can we just retire the ironic comic sans smiley face quirky girl "whimsical" aesthetic it's so irritating. its the kind of graphic design that all the vaguely "quirky" women's clothing brands are using right now. like im getting koi footwear vibes. do you know what i mean.

anyway. ill be honest i went into this with a closed mind fully prepared to hate but like yeah it's just mid isn't it. like she's a step up from taylor swift obviously but it's still so boring.

at the clothes store i work at they have this presumably company specific playlist that's like, the usual bad pop songs. but kind of curated in a way that's old people friendly because it's that kind of store? and without any of the actual famous artists like t swift or ed sheeran like it's all just bland pop songs ive never heard in my life but sound like exactly as you expect them to and seem to have been created in a music-for-clothes-stores-factory? it's all really bad anyway. and they literally never change this playlist btw. it's been the same thing for the 2+ months ive been here so there are many songs on it which are beginning to piss me off so bad.

and i literally have no idea who any of the artists are so i literally just know them as like "that one with the intro which genuinely sounds like it could be from an insurance advert" ; "that cheesy "rock" one which sounds like charity shop music" ; "the one with lyrics so bad they make me actively loose braincells" etc. and i have to say that ms roan's music really would not sound out of place on this playlist. fractionally so maybe but only fractionally. and she would still piss me the fuck off after hearing her every single shift. sorry im not even ranting about chappell roan anymore this is now just a vent post about the shite music they play at my job. it's making me insane. like id almost prefer if they played the actual charts or the actual radio because then id actually know some of the artists. and i could put a name and a face to my hatred. anyway. love and light

[aestheticallyoverload]

✨ TikTok Preppy (also known as VSCO Preppy and New Preppy, often simply called "Preppy") – aesthetic originated around 2021 and created by girls from Gen Z on social media. People often confuse this style with original preppy, which is associated with a New England subculture amongst WASP (White Anglo-Saxon Protestant) families. TikTok Preppy aesthetic is popular mostly on TikTok, Instagram, Pinterest and online games, for example on Roblox. This aesthetic can be easily described as trendy and cheerful. When you think about this style you most likely will associate it with tweens/teens girls who are in school, often in middle or high school.

The new Preppy visuals are influenced by the VSCO and Preppy aesthetics, this is why this style has "Preppy" in its name. New Preppies tend to associate happy and trendy themes. The most popular motifs and patterns include, but aren't limited to:

Bright colors;

Animal print, for example cheetah, leopard, giraffe and cow;

Roller Rabbit patterns, mostly the pink monkey and pink heart;

Pink cowgirl hats;

Stars;

Lightning bolts;

Smiley faces;

Hearts;

Evil Eye;

Decorative patches;

Oversized sweaters and shirts;

Ruffled sleeves and skirts;

Stripes (Aviator Nation sweatpants);

Rolling Stones branding;

Butterflies;

Buffalo plaid patterns.

Pictures posted on social media by TikTok Preppies are edited by using natural filters. In terms of fashion, Preppies mostly like Aviator Nation, Lululemon and Roller Rabbit but these aren't only brands preffered by TikTok Preppies. Unfortunately these brands can be inaccessible for average teenagers because of high prices, so knockoffs and dupes from stores like Amazon or Temu are popular. Also, many girls that follow this style love to listen to pop music. Many TikTok Preppies also like to use sped up song for their videos and/or edits. The most popular artists among Preppies are:

Olivia Rodrigo;

Ariana Grande;

Tate McRae;

Chappell Roan;

Harry Styles;

Dua Lipa;

Morgan Wallen;

Zach Bryan;

Miley Cyrus;

Katy Perry;

Demi Lovato;

Sean Paul;

SZA;

Ice Cube

TikTok Preppies also get a lot of hate for being stereotyped as spoiled and/or annoying and they're often described as such.

[kekaki-cupcakes]

hiii could i request a oneshot of nico di angelo x nb!child of nyx! reader, pretty please?

ofc you can babes! this isn't explicitly a non binary reader but its gender neutral. enjoy

Nico x Child of nyx!reader

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You squinted at the laptop in front of you. It had heated up during the hour you’d already spent tapping away on it and now your lap was unusually warm. 

That was what happened when you had to use a shitty piece of tech from ten years ago technically you weren’t even supposed to have it. Not that Chiron knew about the wifi signals that permanently radiated from the hephaestus cabin and thankfully reached your cluttered cabin and therefore the pillow filled bed you were lounging on. You scrolled down past all your imputed details and clicked BUY. 

The last message flashed up at you on the ticket page. 

Thank you for purchasing : x2 Mythomagic Convention Tickets 

You giggled evilly to yourself, like you were plotting world domination and not a cute and thoughtful gift. Then you slid the laptop off your thighs so you wouldn’t get a permanent USB port imprint in your skin. 

It wasn’t night yet, but one peek out the drawn curtains of your window told you dinner was over. Demigods trailed back from the pavilion in throngs, heading to the beach or the basketball/fireball court or whatever else diurnal people did with their time when the sun was out. 

That thought reminded you that it was pitch black in your cabin. You stood, stepping over one of those inherited treasure chests you hadn’t worked out how to open to turn on the antique lamps that were scattered around your home. 

Nico collected them. He liked antique things. So did you. Well, you liked him, which was pretty much the same thing. 

The warm yellow lights created shadows as well as spotlighting the sleeping bats in the rafters and the bookshelves filled with burned down candles and plants that didn’t need photosynthesis and multiple jars of cookies. 

One of said shadows stretched its inky tendrils out until there was enough room for your favorite visitor to stroll through. 

Only stroll was a polite way of putting it. 

“CLOSE IT! SHUT THE-”

“Okay, okay!” you shrieked, dropping the cookie jar and waving your hands at the shadow behind your panting and disheveled boyfriend. The cyclops arm that had reached out to grab him was pulled back into the shadow.

Nico shook rain and monster dust out of his hair, pulling a thoroughly wet jacket off himself. “There's cyclops dust in my shoes,” he grumbled. 

You lit a candle and put it down on the floorboards. The shadow vanished. No chance of cyclops invasions. 

“What on Olympus have you been up to, Casper?” You asked. 

“You know Casper’s the name of the ghost, not the person who can see…” he squinted at you for a moment and then rolled his lips inwards. “Nevermind. I was trying to do my job but then Piper sent me one of those videos of that singer again… and the monsters tracked it.”

“Chappel Roan’s worth it,” you said understandingly, and flopped onto your bed. 

Nico picked up his jacket and took his shoes off. They were leaving puddles on the moon shaped rug. He put them all in the dryer you had running next to the minifridge. 

He sniffed, “who?”

“Nevermind.”

You moved some of your pillows out of the way so he could snuggle next to you. You wrinkled your nose at his post battle/shadow travel smell, and handed him a fluffy blanket before he caught a cold and spent a week in here sniffling and moping while you force fed him soup. 

Not that you were against the idea, but sickness ment no kisses and you were strongly against that idea. 

“It was boring,” he continued, looking like a burrito, and shuffled his toes underneath your hot water bottle. It had smiley faces all over it. “What did you do today?”

You wiggled in excitement a little. He was gonna be so happy. 

Nico narrowed his eyes. “Did you kidnap another nocturnal animal to keep as a pet?”

“No,” you huffed, and reached for the overheated laptop, pulling it towards the both of you. Someone screeched like an owl outside. It was followed by the sound of what was probably most of the Hermes cabin laughing. 

You handed it to him, “have a look at what we’re doing next weekend.”

He narrowed his eyes even more, and then fetched his reading glasses out of his front pocket, sliding them on to squint at the screen.

“I’m attracted to an old man,” you whispered to yourself, horrified.

“OH MY GODS! OH MY GODS! WE’RE GOING TO-”

“Hell yeah we are!” You yelled back, as he shook your shoulders and nearly kicked everything off your bed. “We got front row tickets to absolutely everything, and Katie’s gonna drop us off on her way to-”

You were cut off when he lunged forwards and kissed you. 

It wasn’t a very good kiss, cause you were both grinning too hard, but you tangled your fingers through his wet hair and pulled him closer. His lips were so soft. 

“Someone’s excited,” you smirked. 

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[sinnersandsaints-linwrites]

The last ask got me thinking of how a more reserved/stoic mc gets all giggly and smiley with they're pet, something that most people have not seen. Like they give their pet lots of pets, little nicknames, head kisses (" now I give you kiss mwah"), and it's just something the mc doesn't usually do? How would the RO's react to that ( if at all)?

referring to the ask here

Morgan for a hot minute thinks their brain created hallucinations from the lack of sleep -- they are very shocked to learn it is not the case.

Roan melts, coos and pictures (and videos) would be taken of this rare sight. They feel like this needs to be saved for future generations.

Sasha also melts, but they will also tease you about it later, for months. They also mock your 'baby voice' that you use for your pet, but they mean it lovingly.

Riven eyes you suspiciously, not sure if they should be offended or not, since they never saw this side of you before. Why does the pet get you all adorable and they don't? Explain!

Khari is simply confused. Why the change, why the weird voice, why the ridiculous sounds? It does not make the animal understand you any better, so they simply don't get it.

Ariel finds it endearing, and chuckles on few occasions, watching you behave like this. They might tease you about it sometimes, when you play tough.

Sage only hums in understanding. Do they behave similarly with their dogs sometimes? That is something you can never prove.

thank you for the ask! <3