#Solace and Joy
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[...] I said, Let me hear you
by any means: by horn, by fever, by night, even by some poem
attempting flight home.
Joy Harjo, In Mad Love and War; “Bird”
#literature#poetry#joy harjo#in mad love and war#solace for the lonely#indigenous lit#american lit#m#x
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Last one for tonight bc I need instant gratification
Were silly bandz a thing in America? They were huge here.
#will solace#pjo#Will has at least 50 silly bandz/friendship bracelets all from his siblings and they are his pride and joy#kitdraws
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Family Reunion
Fandom: Trials of Apollo
Rating: Gen
Genre: Family
Characters: Apollo, Lee, Will, Michael, Cabin Seven
Apollo-as-Lester wakes up for the first time in Cabin Seven. Having children older than him is just plain wrong, thanks.
TOApril day 11 - First Meeting! This is set in the aftermath of an AU of mine that I haven't yet written, and for the sake of avoiding spoiling the whole premise of that AU before I do write and post it, there is a distinct lack of explanation hanging around, oops.
Apollo jerked awake, his breathing shallow and rapid while his weak, mortal body trembled and sweated in a broadcast of distress to anyone in the vicinity – and any hope that his immediate vicinity was, in fact, vacant of company was immediately dashed into tiny pieces by the gentle touch on his forehead.
It was cool, which meant that either they ran cold or Apollo was running hot (and yes, Apollo was always hot, in both senses of the word, but Lester was not, a fact he was still struggling to come to terms with). Apollo did not consider that a good sign, although the gentleness of the touch at least suggested it was no-one meaning immediate harm.
“Can you open your eyes?” they asked – a familiar voice, and while the identity of the owner currently escaped Apollo (an alarming fact, given Apollo wasn’t used to forgetting sounds, or anything at all), he was reasonably confident that it belonged to a male. “Blink once for yes.”
There was a wryness to the voice, a thread that might be light-hearted at the joke.
“What if I cannot?” he asked, cringing at the raspy slur that came out of his mouth.
“Well, you can always just tell me that,” his companion pointed out, and Apollo might feel half-deaf but he could still tell there was a new note to the voice – one associated with relief. “But given I know you’re awake, I’d rather you at least tried before giving up.”
Rather annoyingly, he had a point – and Apollo was also getting rather fed up with not being able to place the owner of the voice by aural clues alone. He knew he knew that voice.
His eyes resisted opening, perhaps basking in the chance to be lazy for the first time since crash landing in a dumpster and becoming the servant of one Meg McCaffrey, but his companion had more or less asked nicely, so Apollo persevered until his eyelids cracked open and he could make some sense of his surroundings.
The elegant ceiling was the first thing to catch his attention, simple but homely. It was also vaguely familiar, a feeling that increased as more of the cabin – because that was clearly what he was in – came into focus. Plain white walls, simple wooden bunk beds, and wide windows with heart-achingly familiar yellow flowers blooming along the sills.
“Curse of Delos,” he rasped, digging a clumsy elbow into the soft material beneath him until he could force his unwilling sack of mortal flesh into something resembling a sitting position, although perhaps a pathetic recline would be a more accurate description.
“Your flowers,” his companion agreed. “They’ve grown here for as long as I can remember.”
Finally, Apollo’s sight landed on the companion in question. A young man, tragically older than Lester’s body by a couple of years, with short, honey blond hair and eyes closer to green than blue was perched on the edge of the cot he had awoken in. His face was thin and drawn, a little too much to be strictly healthy, and there was dark shading around his eyes as though his eyelids had forgotten how not to have bags.
It was a sight that made Apollo’s already aching body ache a little bit more, because it was wrong. So much of it was wrong, more wrong than right, although he’d seen those eyes before, set into the face of a first chair violinist in the Portland Symphony Orchestra.
“Lee,” he said, the name escaping him in as a breath. His son – and the fact that his body was physically younger than that of his son’s was one of the things that was so, so, wrong – gave him a glimmer of a smile, tired and weary but a twitch of the corner of his mouth nonetheless.
“Hi, Dad,” he said. “It’s good to see you again.”
Apollo couldn’t help the scoff that wrestled its way out of his choked up throat, because how could anything be nice about his current situation. “Is it?” he asked despondently.
“Yes,” Lee said without hesitation. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s not great that you’re mortal now, but I’ll take that over not knowing.”
He didn’t specify what he didn’t what to not know, but even Apollo’s patchy mortal memory could put together enough of the pieces that he couldn’t really argue that point.
Or perhaps more importantly, that arguing that point would only drag Lee’s mental state down further, and his son didn’t need to suffer any more.
He pushed himself up further, internally grumbling at his reluctant body as it begrudgingly obeyed. Lee’s hand dropped from his forehead, but settled on his arm instead, a cool touch to Apollo’s forearm. His son had thick, soft wrist warmers on each wrist, the flicker of gold barely visible beneath the long sleeves of his hoodie. Had he always liked those? Apollo couldn’t remember.
Instead of letting on just how many holes his memory seemed to have, enough to make his mind a fully functional sieve, no doubt, he turned his thoughts elsewhere. “Where’s Meg?”
The smile that crept across Lee’s face was fond. “Making friends,” he said. “Connor’s going to need an eyepatch for a few days, and Sherman’s going to be walking with a limp for a while after that kick to the crotch.” He sounded amused.
Apollo couldn’t say he was surprised, given his brief but intense crash course in the consequences of spending time in the personal space of Meg McCaffrey, but he had to ask. “Making friends?”
Lee’s smile grew. “Michael was the same when he was her age,” he said. “And she’s Kayla’s age. Either those three are going to tear each other to pieces, or become a gremlin trio. They’ll be fine.”
He seemed wholly unconcerned at the prospect of Meg potentially tearing apart other demigods – or other demigods tearing Meg apart. Then again, the necklace around his neck was laden with beads, reminding Apollo that Lee was as close as an expert to camp dynamics as any demigod.
The cabin door crept open and quiet feet pattered across the floor, accelerating the closer they got to him until there was another blond young man in his eyeline, this one still a teenager, although still too close to Apollo’s mortal age for comfort. “You’re awake!” he said, his hands immediately reaching for Apollo’s head. “How are you feeling? I tried to heal you, but-”
“Take a breath, Will,” Lee interrupted him gently, the hand that wasn’t still resting on Apollo’s arm coming to wrap around his younger brother’s shoulders. “He can’t answer you if you’re still talking.” Will – his hair had the exact same curl around the ears that that Texan country singer had had, this was her son – obediently silenced, and Apollo found himself the recipient of twin expectant looks.
If he hadn’t already known the two of them were brothers, he would’ve realised then. Lee’s eyes were greener than Will’s pure blue, and of course he was about five years older, but the look was identical.
“I ache,” he admitted, his voice whining pathetically. “I have acne and flab.”
“Welcome to mortal teenagerhood,” Lee said wryly, as Will gaped. “Will, want to give him the rundown?”
“Swollen nose but not broken,” Apollo’s younger son – and Olympus he was not going to be getting used to this teenage son being a similar age to his body, let alone the son that looked to be more or less out of his teenager years and into full adulthood being obviously older – reported. “Your ribs were cracked but are healing well, and your vital signs are all good for a mortal.” His voice broke on the last word, and to Apollo’s alarm, his eyes started to dampen. “I gave you nectar,” he admitted, his voice shaking. “I didn’t know- your lips started smoking-”
Lee tugged him closer, rubbing his hand along Will’s arm. “We didn’t know,” he assured him quietly, but that didn’t stop Will’s lip from quivering. “It’s not your fault.”
Apollo distantly hoped that that explained his fire-and-brimstone-esque nightmare.
“I take it Meg didn’t think to tell you,” he said instead, and got a fond head shake from Lee.
“I think she was too busy screeching at us to remember to give medical critical information,” he said. “Connor and Sherman winding her up didn’t help.”
“She’s waiting outside,” Will added. “Along with everyone else.”
As if on cue, the door slammed open, the person responsible clearly not particularly caring that Apollo might have still been passed out. It was exactly the sort of behaviour Apollo thought Meg would be capable of, but while the height of the figure was about right, the black hair was too long, and there was a distinct lack of glinty rhinestone glasses.
They were also, unmistakably, another boy.
In his wake trailed several other figures, all taller but something told Apollo they were all younger, too. It might have been the impressive collection of beads around his neck, or – and Apollo was going to persuade himself it was the second option – his memory wasn’t so terrible that he didn’t recognise more of his children, even if some of the newcomers were also the same age or older than his Lester-body.
It took him longer than he liked to put names to faces, but at least they did come, before he had to face the awkwardness of admitting he’d forgotten any of his children. The two African-American boys, both in their early teens and blessedly younger than Apollo’s current state still, were Elias and Austin – Elias with the long locs, and Austin with the intricate cornrows – while the third boy, the one with a permanent limp and a strangely-dangling jacket sleeve, to say nothing of the trio of slashing scars across one side of his face, was Nathan. The older girl, liberally freckled with her hair dangling in brown bunches, was Joy, and he was pretty certain the youngest of the group with hair the colour of Greek fire was Kayla.
Then there was the oldest teenager at the head of the pack, striding forwards with all the confidence of someone that was going to get his answers, regardless of anyone else’s wishes – or Apollo’s injuries.
Michael came to a stop next to Will, flanking his younger brother and just about in arm’s reach of Lee if the young man chose to reach out any further, and Apollo found himself fixed with an unimpressed look.
“Where the fuck have you been?”
#trials of apollo#trials of apollo fanfiction#riordanverse#riordanverse fanfiction#toapril#toapril 2024#tsari writes fanfiction#pjo apollo#lee fletcher#will solace#michael yew#austin lake#kayla knowles#original character#elias robinson#nathan lister#joy norris#cabin seven#apollo cabin
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Sorry I wasn't listening to you, I was just fantasizing about the kind of life we'd have together and where we'd live and all the cats we'd raise and all the times we'd explore vast open fields to watch the moon hang up in the sky and stick flowers behind each others ears as the sun rises, wondering how beautiful you'd look when the early rays are casting you in a vivid, otherworldly glow.
But anyway, can you repeat what you wear saying earlier?
#shira talks#romantic academia#light academia#dark academia#soft love#soft life#affection#queer#bisexual#queer joy#bisexual joy#bi love#bi joy#bi#queer solace
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CW// Blood (sauce) (so it doesn’t rlly count as blood ig)
How long had Peppino been here? How many monsters had he sliced, blown up, shot into bits?
The number was higher than he could have ever desired to count. Could he even count it anymore?
His head wouldn’t stop vibrating. His ears wouldn’t stop ringing. The chef hated to admit it. But he was losing his mind.
Or had he already lost it? He didn’t know. Neither did he find the strength to care anymore.
Blood sauce covered his clothes and hands. Even his trusty pizza cutter buzzsaw he hauled around was dripping with red.
Peppino had lost hope of ever seeing an exit. Ever since he left the docility of that pizza parlor, he had been wandering through more wooden doors than mirrors in a house of mirrors.
Though physically exhausted, Peppino felt livelier than he ever had in his entire life. Holding weapons of destruction that ravaged through monstrous mounds like paper became his twisted joy.
An endless endeavor with endless enjoyment.
(Reblogs are encouraged and appreciated! Tags as well!)
#pizza tower#peppino spaghetti#peppino#peppino art#pizza massacre#this is just a fun lil scenario on where Peppino's stuck in some kind of loop in the setting of pizza massacre#eventually driven mad by the repetition and soon finding solace and even joy in the carnage he was forced to cause for survival#basically Peppino ain't ok here yk#cw blood
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I just realized I’m most likely not going to be able to tell the few people in my life about the solangelo book. Even tho they know I love the whole PJO universe so much and am always reading something from it. I’m gonna have to hide it from them because of the cover. Maybe not if the hardback doesn’t have anything on it then I can just take the book jacket off and hide it and tell them I’m reading something else. I already am not able to tell them about literally anything else I’m interested in besides PJO. So I hope the hardback I preordered has nothing “suspicious” on it underneath the book jacket.
#oh the joys of living in the closet in fear of not knowing how your family is going to react at all if they found out#I think different people will react differently but I have no idea how really and no idea how I would handle all of that.#solangelo book kinda scares me a little bit now ngl#Solangelo book#the Nico book#tsats#the sun and the star#riordanverse#PJO#HoO#ToA#MCGA#TKC#Percy Jackson and the Olympians#Heroes of Olympus#Trials of Apollo#Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard#The Kane Chronicles#Nico di Angelo#Will Solace#Solangelo
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Nico’s the one to confess first and Will’s the one to do the asking out. Will not elaborate.
#nico di angelo#yone rambling#will solace#solangelo#like i mean nico’s finally courage enough to confess#and will has been pining over him for so long now that his crush finally reciprocates he just vibrates with joy#so he practically steals the conversation from nico and straight up asks him out on the spot#will your simp-ness is showing#nico: uhm—i think—no i know. i like you—#will: YES I LIKE YOU TOO PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME#this two dorks smh#yone headcanon#solangelo headcanon#pjo#hoo#toa#percy jackson and the olympians
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I just finished reading The Sun And The Star and I spent a good twenty minutes to half an hour just sobbing with joy. The queerness in this book is powerful, and even better there are both genderqueer characters and sexuality-queer characters! When Rick dedicated this book for us, he really wasn’t lying. I think my brain chemistry has been permanently altered by this book and I’m thrilled and grateful beyond my own belief that I get to live in a world where this book exists. I feel so seen and loved and I just....I mean, if you’ve read the book and you’re in the Tumblr tags for it, you probably understand. And if you don’t, I’m sorry, but there’s really no way to explain it.
#feeling so much queer joy right now#tsats spoilers#the sun and the star#tsats#nico di angelo#will solace#solangelo#bisexual#gay#genderqueer#that convo between Nico and piper is literally everything to me#it's engraved word for word on my heart#girl help#rick riordan#riordanverse#queer#martianbugsbunny reads
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Look. Yes it’s kitchsky and maybe (definitely) a bit silly and ultimately very fanservice-y but I love having fun and tsats is very fun to me. And maybe it’s silly but seeing characters that meant so so much to me when I was younger be gay and bisexual and casually mention aromantisism and stuff ? It makes me really happy.
#like I’m not saying ppl can’t have crit pr anything I’m just talking abt how I’m engaging with the book#like myself personally#and that’s from a place of joy :)#it makes me really happy#tsats#ceci reads tsats#the sun and the star#solangelo#nico di angelo#will solace
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#i want to add more ships but maybe I'll just do this again :)#if anyone wants that 💀#also I should really work on all the posts in my drafts 😬#what tags do I use now#pjo/hoo#percy jackson#kinzie (pjo)#grover underwood#rachel elizabeth dare#will solace#apollo (pjo)#nico di angelo#carter kane#idk if I should've tagged the characters but they're there now.#polls#I'm scared of posting this but also it would bring me joy if I did
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Weird creatures and every named recurring character is a little bit sad
#seine in the vibrant world#my art#oc#ciwan#abridged:#unwanted child offered to the abandoned shrine of a wai once worshiped as a god#who then becomes the wai's next host and decides to take up residence there because where else can they go#understands what will become of them because of this wai and makes peace with it as they grow older#helps the people who happen upon their shrine when they can#finds solace and joy in the company of a traveling craftsman when he visits
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How about you straddle my lap as I work and let me drag a hand through your hair and press soft kisses against your jawline and murmur about how much I love you so fucking much? Does that sound okay?
#shira talks#queer shenanigans and all that#i got him on my mind again#he's so beautiful i wanna kiss all his moles and acne blemishes#call him a good boy bc that's what he is#wanna play with his hair til he falls asleep and that's when the world will be set right on it's axis again#queer thoughts#queer love#queer#queer solace#queer joy#bisexual joy#bisexual yearning#bisexual longing#bisexual love#bisexual#bi#bi love#soft love#affection#romantic academia
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Ngl I find any interpretations of the Dark Urge that removes all of their past agency and places the blame for every atrocity they committed at someone else's feet (usually Sceleritas for some reason, despite Sceleritas being under Bhaal's control too) excruciatingly boring
Everything we know about their past tells us that they committed those atrocities and enjoyed them. And to me personally it's so much more interesting for an atoning Durge to have to live with that
#idk it feels like trying to fit them into this mold of either perfect victim or monster incapable of change#and the thing is. durge is a survivor of cult abuse. durge is severely traumatized. and durge is responsible for their own actions#I'm not saying they're irredeemable!!#redemption is a choice you have to make every day. it's an actions. it's not something anyone can give you#and it doesn't rely on forgiveness#also like. even if they hadn't taken joy in their cruelties... they still did those things??#like. are their victims' loved ones supposed to find solace in the knowledge that they're soooo tortured about it??#idk it just feels cheap. it takes away the impact of them deciding to be better#if they do decide that ofc#charlie.txt#dark urge spoilers
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on purpose on purpose i am intense and unsettling and feel things in the extremes on purpose
#the duality of fran#in the trend of realizing Things About Myself lately#i am realizing that the uhinged obsessive nature#is not something i want to lose#suffer the low lows if it means getting to experience the high highs etc etc etc#which is perhaps not a GREAT way to think of it#but the intensity of my inner life is perhaps the greatest joy and solace of my existence#i have to feel this much. all the time. with such genuine intensity. that's what makes me me
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hi user natsmagi ive sent u anons abt this before but i just wanna thank u again for all ur fenstars natsumugi art... smth abt seeing these two lesbians in love and happy just gives me so much hope in a time where sometimes as a lesbian i feel a lot of dread.... so thank u for !!!! ur wonderful art
UUUUUUUUUUU OFC ANON 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 !!!!!!!!!
there is alot of unfortunate hardships that can come with being a lesbian for a myriad of different reasons that i dont really feel like getting into, so i really want my blog to be a place where sapphics can just unabashedly love women!! love women in whichever way ur heart desires!!! to gush about seeing girls being in love together!!!! and its so fun being a part of a community like this, knowing that u arent alone in how u feel and that theres nothing wrong with feeling this way
i just want sapphics to feel allowed to be gay as fuck and unashamed by it, be-it that yearning to feel a womans hand gently caress ur face or horny crying til ur head explodes!! i support it all!!! be loud and proud!!!! i love women and being a lesbian makes me so happy!!!!! and i love sharing that love with others!!!!!!
#THE JOY OF SPREADING LOVE THROUGH SOMETHING YOU LOVE........ WILL ALWAYS REMAIN UNMATCHED#I HOPE U HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY ANON#idk what specific dread it is ur feeling but i hope at least my art can bring solace when things get rough!!#ask
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Bubble
#Bubble#Februllage 2024#Februllage#Februllage2024#Skamfersvingen#Collage#Art#Mixed Media#Joy#Color#Paradise#Refuge#Solace#Life
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