#this me at my lowest in writing

[aryxchse]

Girl I need ANYTHING for percy and nyx! Reader cause I wanna self indulge 🤭

Maybe headcanons? A blurb ?

Anything really. maybe sprinkle some Egyptian shit in there cause I love representation of my pretty country. 🤭

Like that amazing fic you did for percy x Turkish reader

LOVE U BESTIE 💙

constellation. | percy jackson x daughter of nyx! reader

a / n : baby i didn't know what to mention about egyp so i wrote some mentions for ya, thank thank thank you for the compliments, love u smm!!! 🤍

warnings : mentions about dying, cleopatra's grave (i hope that's the thing a woman got close to finding), but suprisingly not else

"and the closest person to find her grave was a woman, can you believe that?" you said, pausing the video. percy nodded exictedly with you, head resting on your shoulder.

"you really know a lotta stuff about cleopatra," he said and you rolled your eyes. "duh, im egyptian." percy chuckled, kissing your shoulder. "yeah, my bad."

you guys were doing a picnic out in the camp's secret forests, one that you two managed to found in one of your sneaking out sessions. you both layed under the stars, percy snuggling into you like a koala while you made him watch cleopatra documentary videos with you.

you put your phone away, playing with percy's hair instead. percy was now watching the sky just like you, trying to find constellations.

"what's that?" he pointed out. you looked where he was pointing. "orion." you explained, resting your cheek on his head. percy hummed, still searching for stars to ask you.

"and that?"

"big bear."

"that?"

"aquarius."

"you know so many."

"i know all of them percy."

he chuckled at your response, kissing your colarbone. "my bad again, sorry." he murmured and you only smiled. "i didn't know you could see this much constellations from camp."

"i know right?" he agreed, hugging your waist tighter. "do you have the power to create a constellation?" he asked softly. you hummed, thinking for a moment. "maybe, who knows?"

"would you make me a constellation if i died?" he asked quietly.

"stop asking things like that," you warned, already starting to overthink. "you know i hate these conversations."

"yeah, sorry. my ba-"

"your bad, i know." you both laughed. after a minute of silence, you finally had the courage to answer his question.

"i wouldn't." you whispered.

"hm?" he asked, resting his chin on your colarbone. "you wouldnt what?"

"i wouldn't turn to you in a constellation." he frowned, standing up on his elbows. "why not?"

"you'd shine so bright that the other constellations wouldn't be seen."

[koipudding]

being with kaiser means having to dissect your own heart while stitching up his.

chewing on him jn the tags and etc. don’t mind me

he’d be pretty mean at first. he’s gauging your reactions; would you run if you saw everything that haunted him? how he haunts himself? Kaiser does nothing but spit and snarl at you, like a stray cat that’s only been kicked to the curb.

but you don’t leave him alone. not like every other one-night stand he’s had—no, you’ve made him breakfast—a traditional german faire—and brushed and put oil in his hair (his favorite scent too; you tell him it’s been your favorite for a few years. something in him softens).

It’s so domestic he almost vomits after that, but on his first night away from your apartment, he can’t sleep. Practice is shit and he’s not performing well, to the point where he initiates a facetime call (kaiser hates initiating. it feels like begging for your attention, when yours should be solely on him anyway.) and you pick up instantly.

the time difference makes something shatter in him. You’re just waking up… hair messy and eyes bleary. You can hardly speak or hold up the phone…

“Mihya…? You okay?” you’re slumped in bed, wearing his sweater. He might combust (when did Michael become so attached to you? He doesn’t know, but he whispers your name like a prayer, like you’re his guiding light).

“I’m better now, dear. Let me tell you what that idiot of a striker did at practice—“ he rambled on, and watches you nod along. You him and agree with him, and a weight falls off of his shoulders. Kaiser can love you. Perhaps he already does…

[lycoric3]

Spoilers for sctir / msch ~693

Thinking about how regardless of the differences in privilege, luck, and experiences, Han Yoojin and Sung Hyunje will always reach the same conclusion. That no matter what, they'll meet each other in the end.

One of the clearer examples being the Game of Life arc in chapters 680+.

Hyunje is shown to be extraordinarily lucky, rolling 6's constantly and starting off the game with a well-funded restaurant and a bike, while Yoojin ends up starting a moving service with a skateboard. Then, as the game requires a dice roll for each turn, we end up faced with Yoojin's evident poor luck that forces him to charge forward with his own tenacity while Hyunje gets an easy ride through.

It's to the point where Yoojin deliberately renders the dice roll useless because he can't depend on luck to get him anywhere, eventually climbing his way up to the position of mayor. And when he has to go to the neighbouring city to meet the other mayor.... guess who it is... it's Hyunje.

And there they are, role-playing over-simplified versions of their lives only to lead them to stand at the height of fictitious power as equals once more.

and in cruel fashion, you're reminded once more.

"For both of us. In the end, I’m just another pawn in this game too."

- 693, Sung Hyunje to Han Yoojin, when he wins by the machinations of the transcendents, rather than any sort of fairness. (and in some sense, this too, is their equally unfortunate luck.)

[purplecatghostposts]

*Holds up Félix and Chloé* It’s not obvious because it’s all WIPs and very little has been posted but I care them so much. I love putting them in a room together and locking the door to see what happens. They’re two somewhat territorial cats who are fighting one minute, then totally chill the next. They’re judging each other. They like to hang out and judge other people. They’re mocking each other one minute and then planning each other’s parents’ (Andre and Audrey’s/Colt’s) murders. Amélie invites Chloé over and treats her like a daughter. Chloé is breaking down crying in Amélie’s arms because she feels loved one moment, then smirking at Félix because she’s stealing his mom five minutes later. Sabrina knows Félix by his full government name due to Chloé’s ranting but has never formally met him. They both love Adrien so much but they’re not the greatest at remembering to tell him. They both have so many issues. They complain about each other. They have blackmail material for days. They would kill for one another if it came down to it. Do you feel me. Do you get me. Did any of that make sense. I know I’m taking a five second interaction and allusions to what their relationship was before and blowing it up out of proportion but they interest me so MUCH and I WILL make headcanons about it.

[cheriecoke]

one thing i find interesting is readers always ask for part 2,3,4 etc for fics they enjoy, but when writers actually decide to write multi part fics no one wants to read them

[cloudbends]

I was planning on writing my thoughts in the tags about the episode after watching it subbed.... But honestly..... There's just. So much. I love pokemon horizons so much

[screams-for-three-hours-straight]

*smacks my brain with a stick* BE NICE *bonk* UR FRIENDS CARE ABOUT U *bonk* ITS OKAY IF UR A LITTLE ANNOYING *bonk* PPL WHO TRULY CARE ABT U STILL LOVE U IF UR ANNOYING *bonk* YOU HAVE HEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS NOW *bonk* IF SOMETHING WAS WRONG THEY'D TELL U *bonk* NOBODY IS LEAVING U OR PULLING AWAY FROM U *bonk* U ARE JUST PARANOID BC UR A TRAUMATIZED MEOWMEOW *bonk* U ARE NOT LESS VALUABLE THAN OTHERS *bonk* U ARE WORTHY OF THE LOVE AND KINDNESS UR FRIENDS GIVE U *bonk* U DONT HAVE TO EARN LOVE *bonk* U DONT HAVE TO BE PERFECT FOR PPL TO VALUE U *bonk* U DONT HAVE TO PRETEND TO BE PERFECT AND OKAY WITH UR OWN SUFFERING *bonk* ITS NOT WEAKNESS TO LET PPL IN *bonk* THERE IS NO PIN U MUST WAIT ON TO DROP, UR FRIENDS DONT SECRETLY HATE U *bonk* U ARE VALUED AND LOVED U DUMB BITCH *bonk* U JUST NEED A SNACK AND SOME SLEEP *bonk bonk bonk* SMOKE SOME WEED !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[jasontoddiefor]

okay but after the whole plagiarism deal, anyone else suddenly feel like they could actually write great video essays? like bro the casual research notes I have for fic are better than what these “”””great”””” video essayists do. what could I achieve if I allowed myself to do the academic breakdown of my current hyperfixation

[the-blue-wraith]

I understand the sentiment of "DA isn't dead because it's yours now" but to me personally? The series is over. I hope Veilguard will be the last game. Bioware will never "return to form" bc all the writers are gone. I just don't have that passion anymore not only bc Veilguard was a disappointment to me, but also it's sad to see what Bioware has become.

[elgarwhore]

Was talking about Raphael on Discord and ended up bringing up the VVitch movie ending scene, but with Tav/Durge and Raphael instead. Need that man to ask me if I want to live deliciously right in my ear 😩

[lucky-clover-gazette]

fuck around (spent two straight days playing baldur’s gate) and find out (taking two online proctored college level exams on saturday to get the credits so i can apply to grad school within the month)

[orionauriga]

spare katekevaaron snippet please if you have any my family is starving 🙏🙏

so uhhh the bad news is i haven't written katekevaaron in a hot minute bc i've been fighting for my life in my kevin fest fic doc BUT the good news is i have a couple wips in the backlog that i can pull from for you and your family <3 enjoy

unknown if this will ever get published (or possibly recycled into something new?) but i wanted to write a during-canon banquet scene for them where katelyn's like damn this is crazy. anyway who wants to dance

[babyboywilson]

the universe works in mysterious ways…

[fluffy-lovely-clouds]

*sighs*

thinking about classics disney movies again

get me out of this hell hole before I do something

[psqqa]

because this is my blog and i can make statements that are potentially objectively false and also conveniently omit my own failings if i want to, i just want to say for the record that i was right, my fellow group project members should have listened to me, and if we'd based our final submission on my original draft, or at the very least if they had actually engaged with the questions and comments i raised along the way, we would have gotten a higher grade.