#sorry not to be poetic on main but

[temporary-joyride]

I just finished Disco Elysium yesterday and I have to say my favorite part, or at least that I find the most interesting, is that you HAVE to pass the Shivers check. Every other check in the game can be worked around someway or somehow, but you must pass the Shivers check. You don't have to be smart, you don't have to be strong, but in order to finish the game you're forced to feel. You have to face the music. You have to accept this reality you're in, despite trying to escape it through alcohol. You can't. This is your world. This is your life. Tomorrow is just a whisper away.

[deliajackson]

Hey, Delia!

May I ask. What do you like about Perpollo? Idk if you answered this, but if you did, would you mind linking it so I can read it. Anyways, I'm asking Perpollo stans about their opinion and love for the ship to get a better understanding, probably get some good ideas, and just stan Perpollo together.

Thank you for your time, and have a beautiful day!

Hey!

That is a very good question. I stumbled across Perpollo by "accident". I saw a fic on ao3 with this pairing, got curious and I read it. Turned out I started devouring every perpollo content I could find since then.

There are many things I like about Perpollo, tbh. I will try to speak about them in topics and then explain my reasoning. (This kinda reminds me of making a PowerPoint. XD)

Highlights the Greek Pantheon

PJO is a novel centered in Greek Mythology, but funny enough, it is not often Rick actually explores this world out of the surface level or with charicatures of the Gods playing its part. Today more often than not, I see Fanfic writers actually exploring more of real greek mythology, and introducing it in the fics and highlighting what is to be a god. To be divine. They explore more this relationship, and most part of the times, they do an awesome job. Especially in the time travels ones.

They adapt so well the historical part, and a lot of the complexities within the Olympian family. The Gods have more nuance. Sometimes it shows more of the "dark side" of the Gods, sometimes they just makes them more "divine". What Rick does not do. My only problem with it is the Zeus slander on purpose when he is not better nor worse than any other God within the myths. If Poseidon and Apollo deserves to be seen with nuance, why not Zeus? The King? That is personal, of course, especially for worshipping Him. But hey. Food for tought.

Sea Family

It is basically impossible to read a long perpollo fic without Poseidon and Percy's relationship being a part of it. We seriously lack any kind of relationship between Percy and Poseidon after PJO (Even if it is canonic Percy goes to Atlantis and the Queen bakes makes him cookies when he is there. Thank you, Rick). And honestly, I love it all the time. No matter if it is more centered in conflict, or in fluff. Poseidon being protective and in conflic is always a masterpiece.

We need more interactions between those two in matters of heart. And Perpollo gives me many ideas to how make it happen.

Oh. And how could I forget. Perpollo is an excelent way to introduce more of the Sea Family, such as Rhodes, Benthesykme, Kymopoleia, Triton, and there it goes. Especially if Percy ends up as a God within the narrative.

+ Funny enough, Helios once married Poseidon's daughter Rhode. But then - for a very long short history - he married another another ocean nymph called Perse. What quites makes me laugh about the entire irony of a another child of Poseidon falling in love with another sun god. And his son is called Percy. 😅

There is so much potential for drama, and this is just one of them.

Percy's ascencion might gives Percy a closure

Honestly. This one is a controversial take. People who talks with me for a long time knows my opinion on the fact I dont like how his story is going. I feel like it is going nowhere, and has no purpose. Not on how Rick's writing it, not since HoO and much less now on the Marketing Triology.

Nothing has really changed since Luke's death when the Gods promised to change. And where Rick is leading this story? Percy is bitter. Ok. But what is he gonna do about it? Nothing?

It seems for me the message PJO is sending is: "Adjust to an unfair system is better than to fight for make it better. It is nonsensical and leads you nowhere." That is my opinion. You might have your own.

Making him a God would fix it. (No. I dont believe Percy is able to beat Zeus. Everyone who has little knowledge about Greek Mythology knows how out of mind you have to be to say that), but he could be more influent and with his domains be able to help demigods in quests and keeping them safe. + always being there, would assure the Olympus to not change their ways back to neglect. Something he cant unsure after he dies. (He cannot even do that being alive because he is a mortal, guys. Hera took him for months. And he couldnt do anything).

+ It would make more sense with how powerful he is and has become, instead of only brushing it aside with "He is a child of the Big 3" bs.

Percy & Apollo dynamic

It depends a lot on how the writers is going to develop it. But I find really funny the bickering and their contrasts whenever they are on page. Percy with his sass, and Apollo liking to provoke him, and even his ceticysm in some circunstances. Both being very much two menaces together in different ways.

+ I believe Apollo with his more extroverted nature would well balance Percy introspection. Percy is always someone who has many things on his shoulders. He carried the weight of the sky on it and we can say he never let it go. Always taking responsabities it wasnt his to carry. Always sacrificing himself. Apollo can be the one to take it off from him for a while. And make Percy appreciate life more.

+ Percy making sure Apollo keeps his promises? Showing Apollo what is really a mortal life? Keeping him humble? Ensuring they will never let the other forget about what it is like to be human? Both being domestic with very mundane things? The sun falling in love with the sea? The archer who fell in love with a swordsman? The bard with the knight?

There are many tropes here and I love each one of them. (I have a soft spot for college student Percy with Apollo patiently tutoring him with whenever he has a difficult time task)

Apollo & Sally (+Blofis Family)

We talked about Apollo with Poseidon, but Apollo and Sally is really great in the fics. I find so cute Apollo deeply respecting Sally despite her being only a mortal. I just love it. And it makes complete sense, and a parallel between both Apollo and Percy is that both are momma's boys. (Actually, whenever Leto is introduced in a Perpollo fic Ik it is gonna be good)

+ I find the idea of Apollo blessing Estelle in arts and musics such a soft headcanon. I can just picture him teaching her to play different instruments and giving her different gifts.

With Paul is different. I picture Apollo being a bit indifferent with him at first, untill they start talking and debating about school reforming, teaching methods, etc. That is when they start getting along.

Apollo Cabin

I am not a fan of "Camper Mom Percy". There are fics I like, but in the overall, it is not really my thing. But we cant talk about Perpollo without mentioning Apollo's kids. And the chaos it spreads when the news is out is such a great and enjoyable thing. All the perpollo fics I read which highlights Will and sometimes Kayla, were incredibly funny.

And there is something really sweet about Percy falling in love with Apollo for him trying to be a better father.

Artemis & Apollo

The twins. When Artemis is brought to the narrative, I know for a fact I will like the story. Their dynamic is one of my favorites in greek mythology and I love when fanfic writers brings this to PJO. Even if it is a little thing? It is great to see Artemis there.

Gives Apollo a Happy Couple Moment

Despite the popular belief, Apollo had lovers that werent turned into plants. But! Always love to see him happy. Let him live a happy life with Percy. Be it mortal while it lasts or immortal.

What I wish to see?

More of Lester and Percy. It has so much potential. Honestly. Like. In any way you can imagine. It is a disaster comedic duo. And we deserve to see it.

[kaekisser]

something about kaeya's awful relationship with visions. something about thinking himself a sinner but gaining an archon's notice. something about growing up surrounded by (literal) warmth but being chosen by the cold. something about that familiar, comforting warmth being wielded against him. something about an unsolicited shield. something about a "blessing" adding another layer of horror to an already horrific moment. something about having to carry a reminder of that moment every day. something about thinking himself a sinner. something about ice-cold guilt.

[riliane-but-in-a-different-font]

parthenogenesis 🤓☝️

[ulteri0rm0tives]

HAPPY HOMESTUCK DAY!!!!!!!!

Just a lil something to express my appreciation for my fave reddit scouring troll <33

Some old art throughout the years of him and some reminiscing below!!

The fact I didn't use any of these as refs either.. and they still came out with similar features?? Have a vision of this guy and I guess it's consistent still after all these years🙏

2023 (I think?)

2022 (ignore the fact I forgot his horns 💀)

2019

And some others because I couldn't find more earlier works of him unfortunately </3 (kinda sad cuz I was trying to find my first piece of digital art work for him that I made for me n my old friend's solkat ask blog (that never was) <//3)

2016/2017?

Real shit tho, just gonna reminisce here, gonna be a lil earnest and all: Homestuck was my first ever fandom back in 2016. What introduced me to fandom, and helped me really get into art. It's what drove me to WANT to get better at art so I could bring characters I loved to life and have them look as I envisioned them in my mind.

Karkat was my favorite and I really resonated with him, he was the first character I ever felt really, really attached to. I met so many great people, so many friends, a fun community for the most part. It was such an important part of my life, too, during a very bumpy time in my life.

For the first time in my little middle school life I felt a real sense of belonging. It helped me explore self expression, allowed me self expression in healthier ways, in a multitude of ways. It was the first place I could explore my queer identity, especially my transness, and be met with understanding. Where people really understood, ykno? Not even queerness, but just.. met me with understanding with how life can be sometimes.

Have people who were older than me treat me fairly as a kid, who gave great life advice, who didn't mind indulging me when I got hyper over my interests or characters I loved. It's probably ironic in some ass backwards way, but I don't think I'd be as mature as I am either, or, at least, know half the things I know now. I wouldn't be half the queermo I am today if it weren't for these funky little space aliens and the really cool and smart and creative people I met. It opened my eyes in a lot of ways. And I just... I dunno.

I might not be stuck in the house anymore but It's like driving down the road to look at my old childhood home once in a while just to sigh all wistfully a little before returning to the one I live at now :) ty karkat 4 being the guy of all time and sticking with me thru my formative years <3

[sweetie-peaches]

I love the idea that when someone dies all of what they are is scattered everywhere. But imagine it with tubbo

He’s in the wind, rustling leaves and grass. Flowers unfurling at his gentle breezes.

He’s the warmth of the fire as Sunny curls up in his chair, he’s the soft feeling of fur of her rabbit.

Hes the rain that comes down, he’s the mourning that soaks the earth. He’s the thunderous lightning in rage.

He’s the decay of his bones, his flesh, his body. He’s the seagulls tearing and ripping away

He’s the blood that soaks into the ocean and bricks.

He’s the sand and he’s the rock.

Yes he’s gone but he’s still there. He still remains. He’s everywhere and in everything. He’s in himself is the creation, he is the creator. And he is in it all.

[radioactive-yuri]

listening to will wood's "in case i make it," (2022) feels like having someone rip their chest open in front of you, and seeing that their heart and lungs and ribcage look exactly like yours.

[shmothman]

In regards to the next fic I’m working on… Here are some notes on my interpretation of the plantussy. Featuring a lot of biology, flower talk, and… uh. slugs. 🤞🤞🤞

Very Nsfw below the cut.

(Note: I am not an artist)

For the base structure, I obviously took most of my inspiration from flowers. The Plants (in stampede, at least) have very floral elements, and my personal headcanon is that they have some analogous structures—products of convergent evolution to incredibly different circumstances. (Though don’t get me started on my headcanons vis a vis the genetic engineering that went into Vash and Knives being so human-looking, at least on the outside.) If the (capital P) Plants are (lowercase p) plant-like, they could certainly have analogous reproductive structures. Five petal-like labia that lie mostly flat against the skin ‘bloom’ when aroused due to increased blood flow—filling with fluid and expanding due to turgor pressure. (Main inspiration for the petals: cherry blossom flowers, though something… fleshier than I’m able to draw 🤣) The reproductive structures are contained within, shielded by the petals unless sufficiently aroused. Within the outer layer of petals is an inner layer, which also lies flat until aroused, at which point they twist together to form something analogous to a penis. The way the petals twist together leaves distinct grooves spiraling along its length, which conduct fluid that comes from the interior of the dick—though the internal structure below it that would be analogous to a vagina also produces fluid, which is slightly thicker and stickier than a human’s would be. (There is a LOT of fluid.) (Note: the petals that make up the dick can be separated even if aroused, but the interior is incredibly sensitive, and Vash is prone to overstimulation even if he isn’t touched there.) (Main inspiration: morning glory bud, also the Aelit dildo by Strange Bedfellas.)

There are two smaller interior petals that don’t make up the dick, and instead act as labia around the vagina-analogue. (Main inspiration: orchid.) Surrounding the dick, there are several independently-mobile tendril-like structures ending in small bulbs; these serve as hormonal transfer sites—detail below. The center of the ‘flower’ is a dark pink, which lightens to flesh tone at the edges of the petals, though the interior petals are fully dark pink. Maybe with a bit of blue bioluminescence. (They made the man glow in Stampede; what do they expect me to do? NOT make his dick glow too??)

Alright! Now we’re going to talk about invertebrate reproduction! (You come to the invertebrate biologist and don’t expect to get a little bit of a lecture?)

Firstly: Rotifers. Most Rotifers belong to Class Monogononta, and Monogonant Rotifers have a unique reproductive pattern.

Typically, they reproduce asexually, via parthenogenesis, making, by definition, only diploid females. However, when conditions are right (the chemical cues seem to come from crowding, when a population of monogonants gets too high, but it occurs relatively rarely) the usually amicitic (‘not mixing,’ referring to the production of eggs without the mixing in of other genetic material) females will lay eggs that become micitic females. These micitic females produce eggs via meiosis, not mitosis as in parthenogenesis. These eggs are, by definition, haploid. In the absence of fertilization, these eggs develop into males, which are able to fertilize other haploid eggs, creating a new diploid generation which continues to reproduce via parthenogenesis once again. This haplodiploid sex determination system also occurs in many insects, but no other organisms seem to exhibit this pattern of many amicitic generations followed by one micitic generation. This is my headcanon for the way Plants reproduce. It doesn’t have anything to do with how his junk looks but I wanted to talk about it.

Secondly: Terrestrial Gastropods. If you know anything about slug sex, you know it gets pretty fuckin wild. As a self-proclaimed monster dong connoisseur, I would be remiss to not take ideas from them; namely, in this case, love darts. Now, in actual gastropods, love darts are sharp, calcareous or chitinous spines produced by the snail that are coated in mucus that contains an allomone, a pheromone-like compound, that increases the likelihood of successful fertilization. They’re essentially shot into the body of the snail’s mate. Taking the basic idea, though, I’ve mixed that with flower reproductive anatomy to arrive at… uh, I mean. I really need to find a better term but. Love tendrils? Love… stamens? I’ll workshop it. REGARDLESS. They’re essentially independently-moving tendrils with a glandular bud at the end, the purpose of which are to secrete hormones that aid in copulation—essentially oxytocin and dopamine, which then can be absorbed through the skin, giving his partner a… boost.

And that’s my inspiration for Vash’s pussy!! 🤞🤞🤞

[foolsocracy]

I really like how you've been developing MJ's character, it really feels like she's a part of the family. It's also nice to think Peters less alone than he thinks he is

thank you!! :,] she really is a part of the family to me. i love MJ too much to sideline her. In the noir comics her and peter really do have absolutely 0 romantic chemistry but thats okay because it gives me the perfect reason to give the two of them more of a sibling dynamic. ive been starting to piece together exactly what their history entails, and i think i might make a little relationship chart of them over the years to post.

"its also nice to think peter's less alone than he thinks he is" SO REAL. MJ's noir character is really needed. Her and May both have lessons Peter needs to learn if he's ever going to be okay in any semblance of the word. Its set up in vol 1 issue 1 of the comic that Peter is so angry he's going to burn himself down to the ground. I think MJ wanting to be an actress/interested in the arts is a perfect way to start to curb Peter a bit.

there is soo much poetry and writing and art about how its the little things that make you a person & get u through the day. Something about how people have been making art for as long as people have been people, and how thats a way to connect to the world around u despite feeling alone. Or that one quote "in the dark times, will there also be singing? yes, there will be singing about the dark times."

Noir peter is on a slippery slope because he's fighting to make the world a better place, but because he can't see past the corruption that makes up the world, he sees the bad in everything and everyone before anything else. At some point there'll a point where he wont see a city worth saving anymore. Like at the end of Eyes w out a Face, the world is full of decent people, not good. He's approaching that point. But then again, there's MJ sitting right next to him, saying things are going to get better. in his universe, you really have to actively look for good things, but that doesn't mean they're not there.

this is an incredibly longwinded way of saying yeah, MJ is a part of his family and could very well be an integral part of not losing himself as he continues on as the spider man

[scalproie]

[tinkerbitch69]

We all understand loss.

Some of us are unfortunate enough to understand grief.

But no one will understand what you lost.

Because no one understands what you had.

[sssssaarn]

And if I said the faceless killing war machine was relatable to me, and everytime I begin to think about its potential complex feelings as either a character or a person, I cannot help but get the sense that I'm just looking into a mirror, and I feel a sort of twisted agony that I didn't even realize could be felt. what then, huh.

[rebornofstars]

instead of going to class this morning i bought a mango & ate it with the last of the yoghurt in my dim little room, sticky and sweet. i should be in class & i should have done the washing yesterday & i should be trying harder & i'm not good at a lot of things but i can do this. i can eat mangoes. there is sunlight inside every one

[winds-of-zephyr416]

You know, I’ve been having a lot of OC thoughts lately. Usually my family gets to hear most of them, but none of them are available so now it’s tumblr’s turn for insanity :)

So in my fantasy world that I’ve been building for a couple of years or so now, I have these… gods. Eldritch, celestial beings who exist as spirits in the world. They don’t really consider themselves gods, they’re really more like a lost civilization than anything, but the premise still stands.

Anyways, I’ve been thinking a lot about their culture and language lately. They don’t really have to contend with things like death, they’re very much so immortal and almost impervious to harm, so they don’t really do a lot of things for survival. They also typically communicate with a form of telepathy, so language isn’t even a necessary thing for them.

But they still have a language. They still have architecture. They still have a society that comes together to solve problems. Granted, it’s a lot different than what human civilizations look like, because of the whole “impervious to harm” thing, but they have it, and that’s what’s important.

You know what else is important? Their language. Especially their language. Good lord I am not normal about their language.

Their language is made up of sounds that mimic the world around them. Some words are built up out of rippling streams and birdsong, while others are made out of sounds impossible for us to even hear. Their words are crafted, and many are made to have double meanings and ambiguity. They can’t be ambiguous when they trade thoughts and ideas through their minds, so the notion of being able to say something with multiple meanings fascinates them. They write songs and poetry, and they are engrossed with it, because sound has never carried so much meaning before. They make jokes. They find misunderstanding hilarious, because they’re so alien to their usual way of communicating. They adore puns. Language isn’t a necessity for them, but they developed it anyway, because it gave them a new way of having fun that they had never encountered before in their billions of years of being alive.

Later on, when humanity comes into the scene, they realize that they can use this thing called language to talk to them. Humanity is not like the gods, humanity needs to communicate through a physical medium, whether it be through sight or hearing or touch. Humanity is often confused or overwhelmed when the gods converse with them, because they find that many of the sounds the gods use are completely incoherent. They can’t recreate the sound of thunder in the sky, or crackling flame, and often they look around them in fear, as if the sound alone is indicative of danger.

So, the gods adapt. They learn the languages of humanity, instead, and talk to them in their own tongues. But mortals are curious, and the gods love to learn and teach, so it isn’t long until the gods try to translate the sounds of their language into something humanity can listen to and understand. The music of the slow cracking of the earth is shifted up in pitch until mortals can hear and hearken to the sound, and the mortals in turn recreate it with what their voices will allow. Slowly, the gods make their language perceivable, and slowly, humanity teaches them how to make it pronounceable.

The resulting speech is neither mortal nor divine, but somewhere between the two. Its words have a rippling quality, and in each sentence one can almost hear what is being spoken. The word for wave becomes a low crash, the word for music becomes a dancing song in the ears of whoever is there to listen. There is no doubt that there is magic in these words, with the way they call everyone in the room to their attention and fill their hearts with the very soul of what is being said. This language is not magic in a sense of control, it does not bind things in the world to its will, but it carries with it the memory of the world it was made to describe.

Later on, this middle ground, this speech both mortal and divine, would become lost and forgotten. It would not vanish violently, with the sudden fall of an empire, nor would it fade away with the few who are “worthy” of speaking such a tongue. No, instead it would grow and evolve with the people who learned it, moving across the continent and coming into contact with new lands and people. There, it would teach and learn in turn, and then diverge again, becoming yet another middle ground.

Slowly, like this, the language of humanity and gods together disappears. It does not die, but it dissolves, morphed into a thousand little pieces that stay on in other languages. It can still be found, if you look close enough, at the way speakers arrange their words, or in the rhythms they like to sing. Not even its name is truly past, still being borne by a speech that closely resembles the one long gone.

No, the language of mortals and the gods does not die, because, even in the darkest of days, when it seems like the world will perish and all life along with it, each syllable uttered in fear echoes the language that once carried nothing but joy, and each sentence given in comfort is another window into the years when things were bright. The tongues of mortals do not forget, even if humanity itself has.

And even so, were the speech of humans ever to forget what they helped to create, the gods would still remember. And maybe, the gods would teach and be taught by the mortals once again, in spite of the mutilated darkness that enshrouds these present days. Perhaps they already have.

[siover]

nicholas britell went OFF w the music for that final scene w roman oh my god

[asfdhgsdkjhgb]

"where the line blurs between god and creation, and we aren't quite sure in which direction worship flows"