#still starcrossed
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oatmealdoodles ¡ 12 days ago
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some OC babies
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i-will-always-love-the-jedi ¡ 2 months ago
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I’m like 5 years too late for the starlight beacon dance, so this is them having a dance in Avars office before she leaves to hunt Lourna or something, idk. Wanted to draw them slowdancing lol, I just couldn’t help it 😔
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dracomeir ¡ 5 months ago
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I love soft mod so much. The voice acting was great, and I love how protective Pico was for Benjamin in week 6. The cherry blossom effect for that week was cool too. All the new art/songs for every week was amazing, and I love the new monster design. I like the epilogue too. Just going to head canon that tank dad is the one mentioned.
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moliathh ¡ 1 year ago
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star-crossed in the worst way, even Shakespeare would weep
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junkmailmusubi ¡ 3 months ago
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the way my relationship with pyromania has completely flipped in the span of a few days is really funny to me. like, when i first unlocked it, i barely knew what i was looking at and ended up having to turn on autoplay because there was no way in hell i was getting through that. about a week later, however, when i start grinding for it, i'm suddenly a god at it and it's become my favorite chart to date.
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rearranging-deck-chairs ¡ 4 months ago
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obsessed with their different reactions to being called starcrossed lovers
#im gonna pretend mattie didnt die and visits them sometimes back in toronto#it's such a cute dynamic they have#the two evil (affectionate) sisters who just loving teasing laura#also one of my favourite things abt this show is the choreographing they do for the static camera#i bet it's so annoying to have to think about but i love watching them all move so coordinatedly through the frame#somehow still making it look natural#also i know laura is the storyteller one and i dont really know enough abt romanticism to make any definitive claims abt carmilla#but having scrolled her blog a bit to figure out her tastes in music and art#i wonder if theres a part of carmilla that kind of enjoys being starcrossed. or doomed in a sense#or maybe she that she wouldnt have CHOSEN this story necessarily but that she has resigned herself to it#on account of her vampire nature#and sees a certain beauty in it#that all her romances are doomed#idk. im still figuring her out#also im reinterpreting that exchange mattie and carmilla have in this scene#carmilla calls mattie a utilitarian which is probably right#mattie then callls her a nihilist and carmilla corrects that to existentialist#and mattie says absurdist at best#but those arent designations like back and forth as i had read it before#it's just carmillas philosophy theyre arguing about. i THINK. or maybe it's both of them#putting a pin in that until ive read more books#also kind of obsessed with how laura and danny and maybe the other humans are so quick to ascribe a morality to the vampires#based just on the 'shes a vampire!!' while obviously by necessity the vampires have spent wayyyyyyyyyy more time thinking abt their ethics#or maybe not by necessity for all of them but to mattie and carmilla it definitely seems like a necessity. or inevitability#they mustve spent countless hours over the centuries talking abt this if they can joke abt it in this way now#and in different states too like i can imagine distraught Im A Monster type conversations but also just sort of academic debates and also#carmilla reading some new book that has come out and mattie being like what newfangled thing are you into now#i guess utilitarianism was also newfangled at some point. theyre both older. but you know#carmilla is a poet. dont know if she writes poetry but she looks at things in a poet's way i think#also dont think shes entirely a romantic but i do think some of her tastes lean more toward the romantic
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curseofdelos ¡ 30 days ago
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what’s ur newest fic abt??
I'm still figuring out the best way to summarise/describe this fic to people because this one is A Journey, so can I interest you in a sneak peek instead? I've been calling it my solangelo starcrossed lovers AU, but the actual starcrossed lovers part isn't relevant until halfway through the fic lmao whoops Obligatory disclaimer that this is a work in progress and is subject to change in the final version <3
Going to the underworld was a bad idea. 
Will knew it was a bad idea, but he found himself in Central Park with a ukulele strapped to his back anyway. 
What other choice did he have? His sister was dead, and his healing could do nothing for someone whose thread the Fates had cut. It was bad enough that Lee and Michael had died during the Titan War; he couldn’t accept losing Gracie too. 
If bargaining with Hades himself was what it took to get her back, then so be it. He was not losing another sibling. 
Will spent the better part of an hour searching Central Park for the entrance before he eventually stumbled upon a pile of boulders just north of the pond. They didn’t look like much even to his demigod eyes, but a dark sense of foreboding emanated from them and he knew this was what he was looking for. 
The Doors of Orpheus. 
The closest entrance into the underworld, and the inspiration behind his plan to save his sister. 
Finding this made what he was about to do feel more real, but he had come too far to turn back now. This entire plan hinged on his ability to keep moving forward and to never look back. 
Will removed the ukulele from his back, and began softly strumming one of his mother’s songs. They always brought him comfort, and he needed that comfort now more than ever. His voice was unsteady due to his nerves, but he poured his grief into the performance, hitting each note with passion and fervour until he was interrupted by a loud groan. 
The ground shook as the boulders shifted, and slowly a triangular crevice revealed itself. The gap was just wide enough for a person to squeeze through, and he was hit with the smell of mildew, decay, and dust. When Will peeked inside, he couldn’t see a thing. 
It was dark and creepy, but down those long winding steps was the god who could return his sister to him, and so he took a deep breath, slung the ukulele across his back, and pushed into the gap. 
Will had barely made it down ten steps when the rocks began to groan again, and the doors shut behind him. 
He was officially past the point of no return. There was no changing his mind now. Whatever happened, happened. 
“Well, here goes nothing,” he muttered to himself. 
With the doors closed, there was no more sunlight to light the way, and Will was plunged into pitch black darkness. He had always been frustrated at how useless some of his powers could be, but he was grateful for one in particular at that moment. 
Will took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. His skin began to emit a gentle glow, and it lit enough of the passageway that he could see where he was stepping. With one hand on the cold damp wall, and the other gripping the strap of his ukulele, he made his way down the stairs. 
This was where he was going to lead Gracie on the way out, and where he assumed Orpheus tried to lead Eurydice. Now that he was making the journey himself, he could understand why Orpheus had been so paranoid. 
Even with his glow, it was impossibly dark down here, and sometimes he swore he could see something move in the shadows. The soundscape of New York City was silenced, and the tunnel was filled with nothing but his own breathing and heartbeat. At one point, he thought he heard footsteps further down and almost slipped down the stairs in his surprise, but he swallowed his fear and pressed on. 
Gracie needed him to be brave and focused. No matter what he saw or heard, he was going to do what Orpheus failed to do and lead her out of here without looking back. All he had to do was convince Hades to let him try (something he suspected was easier said than done). 
The staircase seemed to go on forever, but eventually, the darkness began to brighten. Will switched off his glow to conserve his energy once he was certain he could see without it, and soon he reached his destination at the bottom. 
The underworld. 
It was everything he thought it would be and worse. 
The staircase opened up onto a beach of black volcanic sand. The roar of the River Styx was loud in his ears as it cascaded down the rocks and winded its way through Erebos. Far above him hung a ceiling of stalactites, no sky or clouds in sight, and the lack of natural sunlight was making him feel oddly lethargic. The smell of sulphur was so strong it made his eyes water. 
Will surveyed his surroundings until he saw it: off in the distance, camped out along the horizon, was Hades’ palace. Its obsidian walls were tall and imposing, and dread settled into his stomach at the mere sight. 
He was going to march through those bronze gates and demand an audience with Hades, arguably the most intimidating god in the pantheon. 
Gods, he hoped Hades wasn’t in a smiting mood. 
Will took a deep breath to steel himself, and stepped forward, sneakers crunching on the sand as he walked. 
“Going somewhere?” 
Will was not proud of the string of expletives that left his lips at the sudden voice. He whipped around in shock, and only then noticed that someone was leaning back against the cliff wall next to the stairs. 
His first thought was that this was a god, but he was fairly certain Hades was not in the habit of appearing like a sixteen year old boy in a My Chemical Romance t-shirt, and he had no other ideas on which god this could be.
His second thought was that this was a demigod, but that didn’t make any sense either. Nobody went to the underworld unless they had no other choice. Not to mention, as head medic, it was Will’s responsibility to know everyone at Camp Half-Blood and he liked to think he would have remembered a face like that. 
The boy looked to be about his age, give or take, with messy black hair that tumbled down to his shoulders. His face was angular with a hooked nose, a sharp jaw, and sharper cheekbones, and his mesmerising eyes were so dark they looked almost black. It would not be difficult to get lost in eyes like those. 
What really caught Will’s eye, however, was the third degree burn scars on his right arm. Patches of harsh red and scorched black skin dotted his arm all the way from the back of his hand up to his elbow. He knew just from looking at him that the injury had to be years old and long past the point his healing would have any real effect, but still, the healer in him wanted to take a closer look to see just how deep that burn went.
The scarring proved this couldn’t be a god - no god would choose to appear with anything less than perfect skin - so this had to be a demigod. 
But what was a demigod doing down here? 
Regardless, Will knew better than to snark at someone who may or may not be a god, so he stood up straight, held his head high, and defaulted to deference. “I’m here for an audience with Lord Hades.” 
The boy raised an eyebrow and looked him over, his gaze fixing on Will’s ukulele. “If your plan is to sing a song so pretty it convinces him to let you bring a loved one back to life, you might as well give up now because it’s not going to work.” 
The immediate dismissal hit him like a punch to the gut. “You don’t know that,” Will shot back defensively. 
“I think I do, actually.”
“Why?”
“Well, for a start, it didn’t work out for Orpheus, so I don’t know why you would think it would work for you. Secondly… he hates the ukulele.”
Will’s face burned in embarrassment, and he gripped the strap self-consciously. “But… it’s my Dad’s.”
“And who’s your Dad?”
“Apollo?” 
The boy snorted. “Even worse. He hates Apollo. You don’t stand a chance.” 
When Will went spelunking through the Big House attic in search of an instrument (one he could smuggle out of camp without his siblings noticing it was missing anyway) and he happened upon a ukulele that his father had blessed, he had taken it as divine endorsement of his plan. Apollo himself approved of Will’s mission to rescue his daughter, and directed him to one of the few instruments Will knew how to play. In a world dictated by prophecies and fate, there was no such thing as coincidence. 
Now that a random teenager who spoke like he knew Hades personally was telling him that he was doomed to fail, his confidence was shaken. He already knew this was a longshot. He already knew that this was going to be one of the most difficult things he had to do. What did it say about his chances that a kid from Hades’ court thought it was impossible? 
…But giving up meant dooming Gracie to an untimely death, and he just couldn’t do that. 
“I guess we’ll find out,” Will said stubbornly. “Now if you’ll excuse me….” He spun on his heel, and continued on his way towards Hades’ palace. 
Will half-expected the boy to follow him, but he heard no footsteps behind him, and breathed a sigh of relief. 
He thought he had escaped him and his judgement until the boy popped out from behind a fallen stalactite and fell into step beside him. 
Wait. How did he get in front of him? 
Will looked back over his shoulder at the cliff face - a distance too far to walk that quickly - and back at the boy who merely raised a brow at him as if Will was the weird one for being so confused. 
Did he teleport?
“You know, you’re not the first person since Orpheus to try this stunt,” the boy said as if whatever just happened didn’t happen, “and every single person before you failed. They weren’t even allowed to try. What makes you so special that you think he’s going to let you?” 
That’s the problem: Will didn’t think he was special, and there was nothing about his situation that felt particularly unique or worthy of Hades’ consideration either. He was here because he loved his sister, and he had to try something to bring her back, no matter how impossible it seemed. 
This guy and his pessimism, however, was beginning to piss him off and he had no desire to explain himself to him. Instead, he rounded on him and blurted out, “I’m sorry, who are you?” 
“Nico,” he said, as if that explained anything, “and you are?” 
Will straightened. “Will Solace. Head medic at Camp Half-Blood.” He watched Nico’s face for any sign that he knew what that was, but his expression remained carefully neutral. “And I’m going to ask Lord Hades to release one of his souls into my care whether you think that’s a good idea or not.” 
“I don’t, for the record.”
“Yeah, you made that clear.” Will rolled his eyes and continued walking. 
Nico casually strolled beside him. “As head medic, you should know better than anyone that the dead should stay dead. Lord Hades doesn’t appreciate people who try to argue otherwise. If you don’t want to end up dead with them, I suggest you head back now.” 
“Thanks for the warning, but I’m well aware of the risks. I know what I’m doing.” 
Will could feel Nico’s eyes watching him, but he kept his gaze fixed on the palace. “...If you don’t leave, I’ll be forced to make you.”
“Oh yeah?” Will scoffed. “And how are you going to do that?” 
Without warning, Nico grabbed the front of Will’s shirt and shoved him. 
The move was so unexpected that Will stumbled backwards with a yelp. There was another fallen stalactite behind him, and his back should have hit it. Instead, all the light around them was snuffed out and they were plunged into freezing cold. 
Thousands of whispering voices screamed in his ear. The wind whirred past him so fast it pushed at his face like he had gone down the drop on a rollercoaster. The world around them was completely black, and he could see nothing but Nico’s serene face in front of him, feel nothing but his bony fingers gripping tightly onto the fabric of his shirt. 
It only lasted a moment, and Will soon fell flat onto his back with an audible “OOF!”
Disoriented, he blinked up at the cloudy sky. Green grass tickled at his bare forearms. 
Will sat up on his elbows and realised he was back outside in Central Park. Nico stood in the Doors of Orpheus, looking down at him with faint amusement. “If you value your life at all, you won’t come back.” 
Nico thumped the inner wall of the passageway, and the rocks rolled back into place, shutting Will out and his hopes of rescuing Gracie with him. 
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salemruinseverything ¡ 5 months ago
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wheres that one cartoon pic of like the horrible slobbery making out that people love to draw other characters over. thats soulsucker and starfucker
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schmweed ¡ 1 year ago
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echoarts03 ¡ 2 years ago
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VALENTINES DAY: Damien x Ivy!
I wanted to do SOMETHING for Valentine's Day, and this idea has been bouncing around in the back of my head for a few days now. It's nothing fancy; I didn't bother to fully color it because I'm a lazy bitch, but you get what you get I suppose! XD
Honestly, ever since I first drew Damien a week ago, I may or may not have begun to ship them a bit? I don't know, I just think they're so cute, and Damien is such a little gentleman!
Don't steal my art, or I promise I WILL find out and I WILL break your knees.
(It is currently 11:24 pm, so I just finished this by the skin of my teeth XD)
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helluvapurf ¡ 1 year ago
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Shipping bingo: stolas x blitz (stolitz)
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*dodges fandom tomatoes*
Probably the biggest ship in general when it comes to the main show/fandom atm, and given their concept as two broken, messed up souls from different social classes steadily catching feelings as they use the other for their own gain, its def got some interesting potential going for it when put in good writing hands (*which I was kiiiiinda hoping would be the case following what happened in "Ozzie's"... buuut then S2 happened and now idk? glkjk .w.;*)
For the most part, I'd generally say my view of the Sto/litz ship is just kinda... "neutral" atm? In a way where its like I can "take it or leave it" depending on how/where its written-
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cultforthestarcrossed ¡ 8 months ago
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Moray boxing match
//LMAO??
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llycaons ¡ 1 year ago
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shipping lxc w the guy who used him to murder his best friend is dubious enough but shipping him w the guy who hates his guts once he really gets to know him and them is murdered BY him is kind of hilariously obtuse
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seagullcharmer ¡ 2 years ago
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hilariously i also discovered abyss about your age and I have to tell you you don't get more normal about it over time, i guess
!!! i actually discovered it when i was 16-17 (luke's just like me fr) and yeah. yeah. i don't ever want to be normal about it i love it so so much
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amphiptere ¡ 2 years ago
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Does anyone have any good adult Greek mythology retellings recs? I have no interest in the Song of Achilles, found Circe to have lovely writing but lacking in sort of female solidarity, too slow and boring, and constant awkward inserts of Circe into myths she had no business in just to create some sort of plot, I also found Ariadne to be slow and boring and thought it also focused too much on less relevant stories and I disliked it’s Men Bad message as overly simplistic and boring (I posted a short sort of review/complaint if anyone’s curious), and I mostly liked The Silence of the Girls since I think it did a great job with its portrayal of women, slavery, brutality, and just the general levels of complexity and nuance were excellent, but it was too slow for me and never quite grabbed me. I’m interested in basically every story except maybe not anything more with the Trojan War since I’ve read enough with that lately. I just have had so little success with the books I do see recommended and that seem to be popular. So if anyone has read any other books and can comment if based on the above, I might enjoy them or not, I’d love to hear it!
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blackwaxidol ¡ 7 months ago
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Showered. Bedsheets changed. Food pending.
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