#the battle has been won

[pjo-tvs-version]

Okay so, I wrote a fanfic for the first time! It's Annabeth's pov of the Mt. St. Helens kiss!

You kiss me and it stops time

The air was hot and my hands were greasy from the sweat and grime of Mt. St. Helens. I sat, invisible obviously, trying to decipher what exactly those dog faced stubby footed and half flippered beings were doing. Telekhines, I was sure was the name of these creatures, were hammering something that looked like a blade. As I paid a little more attention, there was a huge container with a glistening liquid. I wondered what it was just when I heard someone shouting “Annabeth” and the sound of running footsteps.

Seaweed Brain of course it has to be. From the look on his face and the desperation in his voice, I figured out that something most probably had gone terribly wrong. Nothing surprising though, I got used to it after the quest for Zeus’ lightning bolt. It was one of the first few things a demigod learns. On a mission everytime everything goes wrong. A sense of irritation arose in me. Why was Percy being an idiot by just giving away our presence?

In an attempt to shut him up, I clamped his mouth with one hand and tackled him with the other hand behind the huge cauldron. All this time I forgot that I was actually invisible so I deduced that Percy most probably would have been a little shocked when an invisible being just wrestled him. He reached up, trying to find my Yankees cap most probably to find me. That was an extremely dumb thing for him to do- giving away both of us. As he removed my cap, I shimmered into existence no doubt with a scowl adorning on my face. How can this boy be this stupid?

“We're going to have company,” Percy said. He breathlessly summarised his side of the story. The Telekhines were blabbering through their snouts. We peeked over the cauldron. In the centre of the platform stood four sea demons, but these were fully grown, at least eight feet tall. Their black skin glistened in the firelight as they worked, sparks flying as they took turns hammering on a long piece of glowing hot metal.

“The blade is almost complete,” one said. “It needs another cooling in blood to fuse the metals.” “Aye,” a second said. “It shall be even sharper than before.”

“What is it?” Percy whispered. I shook my head. “They keep talking about fusing metals. I wonder—” I was thinking out loud, a distant myth tugging in my memory. “They were talking about the greatest Titan weapon,” Percy said. “And they…they said they made my father’s trident.”

Then it clicked. Of course I remembered exactly what I read about them. “The Telekhines betrayed the gods,” I said. “They were practising dark magic. I don’t know what, exactly, but Zeus banished them to Tartarus.” “With Kronos,” Percy added. A chill suddenly entered into the air amidst the heat of the forge at the name of The Lord of Time. I nodded my head, “We have to get out-.”

No sooner had I even uttered the obvious than the door to the classroom exploded and young Telekhines came pouring out. They stumbled over each other, trying to figure out which way to charge. We were in serious danger now because there were too many for me and Percy to take down. A familiar desperation was creeping in me when Percy shouted “Put your cap back on, Get out.” Just then I realised what he was intending to do - giving me a chance to escape by sacrificing himself. Curse his fatal flaw of loyalty.

“I’ve got a plan. I’ll distract them. You can use the metal spider—maybe it’ll lead you back to Hephaestus. You have to tell him what’s going on.” he tried to reassure me.

A plan? With the fear in his sea green eyes and lines of his forehead I was sure that it was a plain lie. I was not going to have any of this. How could he expect me to just leave him like that? Helplessly, I tried to knock some sense into his head of kelp.

“But you’ll be killed!” “I’ll be fine. Besides, we’ve got no choice.” Percy replied, pushing me. I glared at him, the same glare I used to win any argument against him. Each time I won and he backed down. But as I stared at his face, I was met with a determined pair of eyes daring me. As I miserably understand the odds of the mess we were in, curse my Athena heritage for that. I realise that Percy’s “plan” is the only option possible. Someone has to get to Hephaestus to tell him about the illegal residents of his forge. I registered his face. I stared into his sea green eyes, reflecting the ocean and his jet black tousled hair.

My feelings overwhelm me and I hear Janus’ foreboding words “Choose, Annabeth.” I guess because of literally everything around me and especially the beautiful face in front of me,I did something so impulsive that I couldn't even believe I did it. Before I even knew what I was doing, I grabbed Percy’s shirt and leaned forward. His breath hitched and our lips met. The heat, grime, sweat and even those wretched Telekhines disappeared for a moment. Our eyelids fluttered against each other and my eyes were shut. I pressed against his lips and oh gods was I melting.

I tried to put everything I didn't say to him, everything I ever wanted to say to him in thatone kiss. Please don’t die now because of me, please don’t die because of the Great Prophecy.His lips were salty and I ran my hands through his messy hair.

I pulled away, knowing that I should not be endangering our lives because of my unreciprocated feelings. He didn't do anything and I had a feeling that what I did was something he perhaps wouldn't have appreciated. Why, oh why, does a little part of me imagine that he too leaned in just at the second I pulled away? I was blushing for sure and my cheeks were heating up. I pulled up my invisibility cap to shield myself from the embarrassment.

“Be careful Seaweed Brain” I managed to choke out the words and I ran. But not without looking back to see his face wide open, gaping as in amazement. It lit a little glimmer of hope in me. Maybe, just maybe, he liked me too.

The metal spider was bolting into the tunnels. I sped behind it as I could afford to lose it from my sight. My heart was a bag of jumbled emotions and my brain was overwhelmed by my many thoughts. I continue to sprint, tears running down my cheeks knowing that I sealed Percy’s fate. It was my fault that I took him in this quest knowing the prophecy’s last line. It was my fault that I left him with the Telekhines knowing that they would kill him. However I hug a little tiny string of hope that he will survive now and beyond the age of sixteen too.

Just then I hear a scream. A horrible, reverberant, bloodcurdling scream. Percy’s pain and desperation was very much present and that one terrifying scream caused that little string to tear. Percy would die because of me. He would leave me as everyone has, leave me all on my own. I forced myself to run behind the spider even when my knees threatened to crash to the ground. I couldn't let Percy’s sacrifice go to waste. I continue running into the baleful labyrinth, engulfing me with its darkness.

Hope you enjoyed! It is my first fic so please be gentle. I couldn't have done it without @helpallthenamesaretakenblog assurances and @percabethlvr editing! Positive criticism is very much appreciated. The title is from the song, Say Don't Go by none other than Taylor Swift. Thank you so much!!! ❤❤❤

Also on AO3: You kiss me and it stops time

[base0h]

I've returned from the gruelling battle with results! Good news is I've acquired the gps gps no mi for that one anon. It's currently being sent off to said anon as I record this message. Bad news is in the process I got fatally wounded and will probably pass out due to blood loss as soon as the adrenaline wears off. Night guys 👍

NAH ANON !! STAY WITH US! DONT PASS OUT 😭 we’ve finally won! Don’t die yet!

[solarwindscosplay]

[twilighthiro]

Chapter 4: Pop! Goes the Timesphere

In which Jasper runs his mouth and proceeds to get wrecked, and Mordegon panics.

[salt-n-salt]

shane’s tummy .. lordy .. 😪

[lady-raziel]

yeah fuck it i'm not done with my fanfic rant. it's very very clear that many of the people out there saying 'i don't read fanfic because its not canon and its poorly written'...have never really, truly spent the time to interact with fanfiction. it's kind of like they heard all the bad criticisms of fan writing, and just assumed they were true and never bothered to check for themselves.

yes, there are fanfics that are poorly written. yes, there are fanfics that are just porn. yes, there are even fanfics that are alternate universes of canon that may even have OOC characterizations. all of these things are true, and pretty much every fanfic enjoyer will agree with you.

but the point of fanfiction. the whole point is that you have to search around and find what you like. because for some reason, canon isn't doing it for you. or you just want to know what someone else's interpretation of how things could have happened is!

there are brilliant fanfictions. there are truly amazing, incredibly written fanfictions that take the good parts of a story and make them better. there are fanfictions better than actual published works that are better plotted out and researched than anything canon has to offer. but you have to FIND these fanfics, whether through recs or by searching yourself.

the people who say all fanfic is bad and poorly written seem to live with the expectation that good media will simply be handed to them and they can consume it unquestioningly. regardless of the slew of bad books, shows, and movies that exist and are thrown at us on a daily basis. would you really go so far as to say 'all tv shows have poor writing' because it took trying to watch several bad shows in your streaming recommendations to find one you liked? or do you really, honestly think that because something was made with profit in mind it inherently has better quality and more value than something made out of passion?

fanfic haters, find the love in your heart to engage with media you love outside of the context of it being sold to you. you may even find a gem among the coal that makes you love the original property even more.

[xoxoemynn]

Anyway here’s Daphne.

[withthewindinherfootsteps]

mdzs tumblr post au but it’s just “what were you doing at the devil’s sacrament” (nightless city)

[epicwin64]

Kendrick and Drake have NOTHING on their feud

[autismjpg]

i think something i really love about steeplechase in comparison to Balance is how intentionally the boys have played the steeplechase PCs as friends who become friends over the campaign. montrose talking about how beef and emerick are like some of the immeasurably FEW people he enjoys talking to felt really and earnest!! they rely and trust each other, they have fun banter and it feels warm!!

now, obviously, taako merle and magnus are known friends and have a found family with the IPRE, but there is much much MUCH more tension. taako and merle are actively antagonistic towards each other, and there’s a lot of limited warmer moments until much later in the campaign. and this totally totally suits the campaign and the characters and makes a delightful dynamic!!

but i just love how warm steeplechase is!! montrose emerick and beef have a real rewarding sense of bond and affection and it’s something i’ve really adored about this campaign now that we are looking at the close end of it

[pjo-tvs-version]

EXAMS OVER!!!!!!!! YAAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY

🥲🥲🥲🥲🥳🥳🥳🥳

[deadqueernoldor]

Thinking thoughts about those from Cuivienen and how they later treated the Valar, especially after Cuivienen was destroyed.

I imagine a foundation of sorrow and a layer of betrayal and pettiness. They had promised safety. And how did it turn out? Kin of Tata and Tatie their first leaders, slain in Valinor by the Dark Hunter from which the Valar promised protection in Valinor.

And then, the War of Wrath comes and with it the destruction of Cuivienen.

If any of those were re-embodied in Aman, I wonder if they make it a point to always turn their back to Valar and Maiar. I wonder if they only speak in the tongue they had first devised all those millennia ago and spoke in Cuivienen before time and different kindreds changed the tongue, not Sindarin or Quenya from the Great Journey's time or later. I wonder if they sing songs in their ancient tongue, songs about the beauty and unsullied health of Cuivienen every time any of the Ainur are near.

I wonder if the Valar feel any shame when those who they once looked upon in wonder and love gaze back at them with indifference or disgust.

[nayruwu]

um so. hi guys.

i'm currently rereading catastrophe and sending things i notice back and forth with my friend. very fun. but yesterday i came across this page, which is right after guren and mahiru sleep together. and it was like...

longing, huh. i do have a history with that word. so i jokingly messaged my friend going "haha, what if they used akogare here".

it was a joke. i was joking. i thought there was no way the original would say akogare. but guess what? they did. they did use akogare.

like the absolute champion he is my friend found the exact scene in the japanese version, and it's "紅蓮は肌で憧れを感じ���".

the fucking 憧れ is back to terrorise me.

because up to this point i wasn't sure if they actually used the same word for mahiru's feelings towards guren as they did for shinya's in chapter 83. up to this point i could still convince myself that they really just meant admiration and my child wasn't actually caught up in some sad ass unrequited love. because it fits! shinya does admire guren! but you can't even say that they might mean longing for mahiru and admiration for shinya because mahiru literally used 憧れ for both her and shinya in the same damn sentence. and i don't think admiration fits mahiru's feelings. at all.

... which would also mean that both guren and mahiru actually are aware of shinya's feelings. which i'll be honest i personally did not think was the case. i thought they meant admiration. or that it was up to interpretation. i did.

what the actual fuck kagami i'm at your door

[fish-with-more-eyes]

all hail her majesty the king

[ids in alt :3]

[eskawrites]

okay who’s gonna take one for the team and write a super soft ptsd/recovery ronance fic with the title ‘if you wanted you could do no harm’

[zahlibeth]

she's done!

approx 41.5" / 105cm square blanket, corner to corner style

yarn is sirdar stories DK weight 40/60 acrylic/cotton mix in 826 gin fizz, 827 glow sticks, 828 golden hour, 829 mimosas and 836 invite.

pattern is from my brain - corner to corner style with seed stitch edging (this is an ENTIRE pain for the increase/decreases fyi and getting the tension to match the centre is also hard).

the coloured stripes alternate a textured pattern (seed or garter) with a central stockinette with eyelets, there are extra stockinette sections at the first and last corners to provide visual balance. The first and third stripes match, as do the second and fourth. If you check the earlier pictures you'll see I originally intended 5 stripes which would have meant the stripes mirrored round the centre and I'd have picked a third eyelet pattern for the central stripe.

the real trick is knowing WHEN to change colours so the stripes look good, if you fuck up and change when it makes logical sense, then it won't be visually consistent - you can see that on the test one i made for blocking that i just threw together months later - a lot of the colour changes should happen on the wrong side instead.

original blanket test blanket, and the moment I realised what i'd let myself in for with the scale:

shark for scale, this is Bernard:

all wrapped up now so I can't futz with it any longer!