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sayoneee · 5 months

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“i want to wear his initial on a chain 'round my neck, not because he owns me, but because he really knows me” - taylor swift (1.6k)

contains: luke castellan x daughter of ares! reader. secret relationship: the three times u guys were almost caught and the one time u were. pre-tlt.

kashaf’s note: working on requests as well so dw!! again. i just like this 1 lyric from this song <;/3

MORNINGS AT CAMP half-blood were both weird and normal — at a summer camp for kids with godlike abilities, you’d think that maybe they’d be cut some slack from all the monsters they’ve had to evade and maybe be allowed to sleep in some days, but no, life at camp half-blood was a regular survival of the fittest regime.

or: eat, or be eaten, as you liked to remind your cabin.

maybe that was why you were notorious among ares cabin, but to the rest of camp half-blood you simply embodied an other-worldly discipline, more of a tactician than anything, when compared to the rest of your half-siblings.

“hey,” clarisse says in an undertone, nudging you as you take your designated seat beside her, “where were you last night?”

your hand stilled as you picked up your goblet, shrugging your shoulders as the once-boisterous table came to a stand-still, eager to discover their shrewd head counselor’s indiscretions, hoping for something to loosen your high esteem for them: everyone remembered the time the entire cabin was put on cleaning detail for an entire month to repent for the mistakes of one.

your penchant for collective punishment wasn’t at all well-received among your half-siblings, but well, no one had really challenged you on your position yet, so.

“in bed,” you said, slowly, taking a sip, “why?”

clarisse shrugged, spearing a carrot from your plate, masking her annoyance with you — out of all of your half-siblings, camp half-blood, even, no one could boast of a relationship as close as yours and clarisse’s, yet no one could be more opposite. clarisse was chaotic, you were contained; clarisse was ruthless, you were just.

“i dunno, i just saw two people on the roof of hermes cabin.”

“and?” you drawled, ignoring the blood rushing in your ears, as the rest of your cabin looked on gleefully.

“one of them was castellan,” clarisse paused, searching your face for a reaction — you were grateful for all the nights spent in hermes cabin, because if not for the stolls persuading you to play poker with them almost every time, your expression would’ve never survived under clarisse’s scrutiny.

“the other one,” clarisse pauses as if thoughtful for once, then pointedly stares, pointing her fork at you, “looked like you.”

the other cabins are also looking in your direction as the dining pavilion is so quiet that you can hear a pin drop, before the table finally registers clarisse’s words, resulting in so much whooping and jeering, you’d think ares cabin won the lottery.

you snag a bite of clarisse’s pancakes, each word punctuated by a bite, “what would i be doing with castellan?” you pause, feeling the table pause with you. wrinkling your nose, you continued, “i swear, next you’re gonna say you saw us making out during capture the flag.”

you grinned as the table erupted into laughter once more, this time by your design. while everyone else went back to their original conversations, you’re summoning the memories of last night.

how luke had wrapped his arm around your shoulders and attempted to woo you with myths about the stars, how you had laughed and called him corny. how the moonlight had illuminated his face in the moment, when he laughed back, drawing you in closer, with his usual snarky response of, “you love it though.”

clarisse snapped her fingers in front of your face, bringing you out of your reverie. she frowned, whispering, “you’d tell me though, if that was you, right?”

“yeah,” you nodded, trying not to feel guilty about lying — clarisse deserved the truth. but it went against your agreement with luke. you tried not to think about how you’re essentially picking a boy over your sister.

like all things camp half-blood, if not careful, could result in death — like capture the flag, but did that stop you, or anyone else for that matter, in taking it upon yourself to make winning a matter of life or death.

this week, you orchestrated an alliance with hermes cabin, because of their numbers and ability to launch unforeseen tactics, and hephaestus cabin, for their resourcefulness. it also didn’t hurt that the head counselors were your boyfriend and his friend, respectively.

you’re standing by zeus’ fist, discussing strategy with luke and charlie, while your respective cabins go off doing whatever it is to prepare, when luke’s sloppily-tied breastplate catches your attention.

before you’re fully aware of what you’re doing, you’ve already reached forward to grab it, while charlie stares at you like you’ve been cursed by athena and turned into medusa.

“so,” charlie says, slowly, “anything you guys wanna tell me?”

luke is silent, watching you work, while you’re too busy focused on fixing the breastplate to notice the knowing expression on charlie’s face, one you would’ve been irritated by if you had.

“nothing,” you say, nonchalantly, whirling back around to face charlie when you’re finished, while luke gets swarmed by the stolls, “these things just bother me.”

“in general, or luke specifically?” charlie grins, that annoying, all-knowing look is back, and although reluctantly, you can see what it is about him that has silena beauregard so hung over.

“in general,” you say as if it were obvious, as if you’re trying to convince a child that storks are the ones to deliver babies, and no, you’re not lying, (both statements hold the same level of ridiculousness), “it’s the adhd — makes it distracting.”

“uh huh,” he says skeptically, “i’ll take your word for it.”

you resist the urge to shake him and question him more, but before you can toughen up and just ask, “what do you mean?” he’s already turned away, and capture the flag is about to begin.

“what’s that?” annabeth points at the tiny “L” on your necklace as it swings to and fro, finally set loose from the captivity of your neon orange camp half-blood tee, hidden under your armor.

“what?” you glance down, dropping the sword in your hand to hastily tuck it away, all the while cursing both yourself and luke for being stupidly sentimental. (it was his idea after all, though, you’re not sure how or where he got the necklace from, but you didn’t really care if it was stolen — you wouldn’t put it past him, especially since he was a son of hermes.)

“was that for luke? are you dating him?” annabeth persists, eyes widening with question after question — nothing can satiate the curiosity of athena kids, especially not annabeth, not when luke castellan, her brother, is in the equation.

“no,” you say, trying to catch your breath from the sword technique you had just shown her, and the gaggle of younger campers who have now caught on, looking at you eagerly.

“no to what? no to the initial on your necklace being for luke, or no to you dating him?” another camper chimes in with a bright grin, probably a child of apollo, and you’re so close to shooting yourself on the spot.

“no to all of the above,” you grit out, really regretting being nice for one of the few times in your life, because no one had asked you, in particular, to demonstrate sword-fighting to these kids, luke could’ve done it, but where your boyfriend was concerned, you were too.

“then, how come you have an “L” necklace?” annabeth asks again.

“it’s my mom’s,” you lie, “i’m a year-rounder, so it reminds me of her — before all this,” you waved in the general direction of camp half-blood.

the campers ohh’ed in unison, but you knew annabeth wasn’t convinced.

you sighed, it could’ve been worse.

+4.

you’re not sure when or where the whispers that your boyfriend had returned originated, but after what seemed like eons of not seeing him, you couldn’t find it in yourself to verify the rumors before dropping your sword in the middle of training and sprinting toward half-blood hill to see him for yourself.

you ignore the calls of your name from your half-siblings, as you were kind of in the middle of demonstrating a technique, instead choosing to focus on more important things, like if your boyfriend was even alive.

when you finally do make it to half-blood hill, and catch sight of your boyfriend, with chris and charlie in tow, you don’t stop sprinting, uncaring for all of the whispers from the other campers as they look on.

when you finally do come in contact with luke, you nearly tackle him into the ground, as he drops his backpack behind the two of you, arms coming to wrap around you to secure you, as you mumbled, “i missed you, asshole,” into the crook of his neck.

luke laughed, the sound reverberating against your skin, and you get off him, taking a step back. he starts to say something, “i —” but is cut off by you grabbing his wrist, and tugging him over your shoulder, his back slamming into the dirt ground. distantly, you can hear the rest of campers gasp, before buzzing with excitement. ignoring them all, you put your knee on his chest, bringing your forearm under his neck.

“i swear to everyone, if you disappear like that again—” you begin, as luke cuts you off.

“i won’t,” he promises, grinning as you pull him up. luke slings an arm around your shoulder, and you finally notice the jagged scar running down his cheek.

he catches your gaze and stares at the ground instead, avoiding you.

“you look kinda hot now with the scar,” you settle for, you know you’ll get the chance to properly speak about it later, but for now, this’ll have to do.

a light pink dusts his cheeks, and luke, looking up at the campers gathered behind chiron, then glances back at you, smirking, “looks like you gave them quite a show.”

you glared at him, shoving him, “i’m going to kill you.”

luke shrugged, wrapping the arm around you tighter, “the damage’s done, now i’ll finally be able to hang out with my girl in peace.”

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By the rocks!

pairing: luke castellan x aphrodite’s!daughter reader

summary: Luke knows that you sneak around at night to go to the lake, and he decides to play around by ‘coincidentally’ bumping into you, hoping to grab your attention.

warning/s: fluff, luke sortve dark, suggestive, a few (more than a few) kisses, lots of teasing, strong language, semi-public making out and shi, soft!reader, soft!luke, friends to lovers, implications of sex, sexual tension

authors note: please tell me people are still hung up on luke, cause i am holding onto him. endings quite abrupt so don’t attack me !! (btw reqs are open, don’t be shy<3)

Rays of moonlight kissed the lake, ripples cascading onto the rocks, tall, bodies of grass surrounding your figure, and your hand limp in the water.

Evenings were always peaceful for you, no distractions, no loud, whiny voices, just a serene environment.

As the night passed you expected no interruptions - as always - but you heard leaves rustled behind you, your eyebrows narrowed with curiosity as you turned your head around.

Luke Castellan. Someone you were familiar with, dusting himself off. “Castellan?” Your tranquil voice asked as he neared you, “shouldn’t you be in your cabin?” You added with genuine confusion.

“Shouldn’t you?” He replied in a witty manner. You smiled at him, and he swore he saw an angel in your grin but it was just his amazing visualisation.

“Ptf, I’m always here, don’t worry about me” you said as you dropped your head back to the sight of the ocean, leaning one side of your face on your knee. “I should come here more often then” he shrugged, sitting down on a patch of soft grass.

“I wouldn’t mind that” you stated, your voice soft and soothing to his ears.

His cheeks reacted immediately, and he was astound by the fact that he was a mess around you but a well disciplined guy in front of others.

“Why are you here” he was here for you - duh - but he was also here to bring himself at ease, the stressful day that was brought upon him absolutely destroyed his mindset.

“Rough day, one of the fuckfaces— I mean ares kids nicked me” he sighed lightly before he noticed your eyes drop down to the scar on his forearm. Your nimble fingers ran across his stitches, “are you okay?” Concern present in your demeanour.

“Mhm” he hummed, staring at you longingly. “You sure? your stich is really…” You moved close absentmindedly, scrutinising his cut before looking up at him, realising the proximity between your faces.

You felt frozen, he felt frozen. None of you’s were speaking, he was only inching closer till his top lip grazed yours.

Finally, with lots of anticipation, you closed the gap, grabbing his cheek with your palm. He let his hands travel to your waist, squeezing it ever so softly.

“Luke…” your voice breathless as he gently pushed you down to the grass.

Your fingers left his face, going down to the hem of his shirt and under to get a feel of his toned abdomen. A quiet groan left his mouth as he reciprocated the action, going down to lift your camp shirt off. You helped him by pulling it over your head and reconnecting your lips.

Somehow you felt comfortable: relaxed under his presence, so you unclamped the two pieces of metal of your bra, slowly sliding it off. Luke was mesmerised, in-fact he was intoxicated.

“So beautiful” his breath fanning your neck, “soo, soo, beautiful” Luke trailed back up to your mouth before placing a hand on one of your breast. Your breathed hitched as you continued to indulged in his lips.

“Take this off” you ordered, stretching the hem of his shirt as he took it off. A smile poked at your lips when you finally saw him exposed, you explored his chest, your fingers going up and down over every bump. “Are you done?” Before you could even let out an answer he stuffed his mouth back to yours, making you laugh.

#luke castellan fluff #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan smut #luke castellan #pjo x reader #pjo series

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queer-little-demigod · 1 month

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Hi lea!!!! Can you write about an clarisse la true x apollo!reader

Clarisse got in trouble for something (what's new tho) and got a punishment of helping out with the little demigods art class for 2 weeks (or however long) the volunteer teacher is reader. At first Clarisse did NOT wanna be there she acted like a baby for the first few days but after she got more involved and started to understand she enjoyed it (she would never admit it), she started talking to the kids more (she totally has favorites, reader has to constantly tell her dont be so obvious about her favorites 😭) it got to a point where the kids would start talking to her outside of class. Also Clarisse definitely doesn't develop a crush on reader. AT ALL. SHE DEFINITELY HATES HOW PASSIONATE SHE IS ABOUT THE KIDS AND ART AND HOW GOOD SHE IS WITH KIDS SHE DOESN'T THINK ITS CUTE AT ALL. SHE DOESNT THINK OF THAT CLASS AS ONE BIG FAMILY. I mean what???? Who said that???

Anyways when it's time for her to go reader takes some of the kids to make a goodbye sign for clarisse; clarisse takes her 100% not favorite kid on a secret mission to make an 'I'm staying' sign. Then reader and Clarisse present them at the same time and it's all cutesy!! After class, reader asks clarisse on a date via showing her a pain she drew of them on a date and hopes she gets the message!

Thank you! :)

you got an artist inside you - clarisse la rue

summary where clarisse finds herself falling in love with a girl over paintbrushes and a punishment

fic type fluff

pairing clarisse la rue x fem!apollo!reader

word count 1.8k

warnings none

The camp was usually sleepy, quiet, and mostly empty apart from a few stray campers training here and there. But with summer already beating down with a burning force, it was full of kids running around, training left right and center, and all-in-all just general chaos.

So with the burning heat came grumpy older campers, which meant fights.

And a fight at lunch is what led to Clarissa having to help the younger campers with art class, with the co-teacher being none other than you, Y/n L/n, counsellor of the Apollo cabin. Additionally and otherwise known as the girl Clarisse was smitten with.

"Clarisse La Rue if you don't stop whining like that right now, I am going to smack you," you grumbled in utter frustration for the fifth time that hour, when she complained to you about some kid not cutting the paper the way it was supposed to be cut.

For a child of the god of war, she was such a wuss sometimes.

"But they're not following-" she began to protest, but a smack upside the head with a roll of wrapping paper shut her up.

"They're seven year olds in a summer camp art class," you emphasised on those facts. "They're gonna do their own thing!"

This was how the first few days went. She complained, you disciplined both her and the kids. But once she got used to the whole routine of you both giving instructions and the final products having irritatingly distinct variations, she cooled down.

If this was going to be a punishment for the next two weeks, she might as well enjoy it.

The art room, as usual, was a mess. Glitter was everywhere, coloured pencils were strewn around, papers were on the floor, blackened and trampled on. The strong scent of glue made everyone a bit woozy, and there was enough shouting for supplies across the table to give even the calmest camper a sensory overload.

Clarisse sat in the danger zone where the most glitter was being thrown around and spilled, and her soft skin was already glimmering with purple and red glitter as she tried restoring order. However, instead of yelling as usual she was laughing along with the little kids.

One kid in particular, you noticed, she helped far more than the others. A Hephaestus kid named Dennis, who was the sweetest little thing with big, round glasses and bronze hearing aids that you had Charlie customise so they looked like metal elf ear tips.

You pulled Clarissa aside and scolded her with a smile, “Clar, you cannot pick favourites!”

Clarissa loved your smile with everything she had. So naturally, she was so captivated by it that she didn't hear you the first time. Nor did she register the scolding.

"Excuse me, but Dennis deserves special treatment--" She began, but you cut her off.

"No, he's just like the other kids, okay? Just make sure you don't pick favourites, please," you sighed and walked away, going back to showing the kids how to make paper butterflies.

But you're my favourite, she thought to herself. She wished she had the courage to say it out loud, admit her feelings for you, but she couldn't.

Later, as time went by, as days of standing in clouds of glitter and glue fumes began and ended, Clarisse found that she was apparently likeable. After classes, during training, during dinner, she'd have little kids pulling her sleeve to talk to her, she'd have kids randomly hugging her at odd times of the day, or giving her small artworks like a wonky bird or a odd-looking Cerebrus. It shocked the campers beyond belief.

But for you it just made your love for her grow.

One day during class, a Demeter kid named Flora started to cry because glitter went into her eye. You rushed over immediately and helped her up, holding her in your arms as you took her to the basin to clean her up.

"Shh, don't cry, baby, it's okay, I'm gonna wash it out, alright?" You said softly.

"Guys, focus on your work, Flo's fine," Clarisse said, clapping her hands to direct the staring kids back to work, her eyes fixed on you as you washed Flora's eyes with water gently, telling her that she should not to go so close to the page when blowing glitter off in the softest voice the child of war had ever heard.

You were so gentle, like the softest summer breeze which didn't make the leaves rustle, but cooled one's warming skin. You were so precious, with your soft smile and loving words. Your voice was sweet like honey, no matter who you talked to or how.

If your voice was bottled, she swore to the gods that she'd get drunk on it every night.

"You okay, champ?" She asked, gently ruffling Flora's soft brown hair as the girl sat down. "You're a strong girl, aren't you? Showed that stupid glitter it's place."

You giggled at the way she spoke, covering your mouth with your hand to hide it. It was ridiculously obvious that Clarisse thought the kids in the art class were like family, and it was genuinely so adorable.

Seeing her like this, curly hair pulled back in her red bandanna, arms splattered with paint here and there, with glitter shining off her smooth caramel skin with every movement she made into the light, lit up something inside of you. Seeing her without her usual scowl, pulling funny faces with the kids as she showed them how to draw a monster, made your heart beat twice as fast.

However, two weeks went by with heartbreaking speed, and before she knew it, she was in Chiron's office, listening to him gleefully say she was officially un-grounded.

But honestly? She didn't share his happiness.

Nor did you.

"What?! Already!?" You exclaimed that evening as you sat in your cabin at your desk, which had plans put out for what to make for the next art class.

"Yeah," she grumbled, lounging on your bed. "I hate it."

"That's rough, but it's okay, you can always hop in to volunteer,"

"What do we tell the little ones?"

"The truth?"

"You're fucking crazy if you think they'll go with it,"

"I'm out of options, Clar," you leaned back in your chair and put your hands over your eyes. "I love that class, and I love teaching art."

"I know, and as much as I hate to admit it," she sat up. "So do I."

The very next day, Clarisse rushed to Chiron and begged him to let her stay for that class. Even going to lengths that she told him how she felt for you.

"Fine," he relented. "You can stay with the class for as long as you'd like,"

She'd never run to the forges to find a kid so fast.

"Beckendorf!" She exclaimed, looking at the cabin counselor. "Hey, where's Dennis?"

The boy looked around, and his eyes landed on Dennis, who was inquisitively watching one of his half-sisters mold a few practice swords, helping occasionally with putting the swords in water.

"Dennis!" Beckendorf exclaimed, "Clarisse wants to talk to you!"

Dennis immediately ran over, grinning broadly, showing his gap-toothed smile. "Hi, Clarisse!" He said, excitedly.

"Hey there, big boy!" She smiled back, giving him a high five. "So listen, I'm going to need your insane artistic skills and your help..."

While you did help the other kids make a 'goodbye' sign for Clarisse, on the side you decided to confront your feelings.

You knew you liked her from the beginning, from when you first saw her infectious smile, from when you heard her deep laugh reverberating through the empty Apollo cabin on days where you both would plan lessons.

She held the key to your heart, she knew her way past your walls. She clearly also knew how to remain in your thoughts, subconscious and conscious, to the point where you found yourself in the art studio, canvas on an easel before you.

Thoughts of her, of feeling her coarse, battle-worn hands on your skin, of gazing into those deep brown eyes which were like the colour of the rain-kissed earth, and when she fought were like the evening sun, golden enough to put the wings of Icarus to shame, made your paintbrush move. It made your colours flow like the blood in your veins, made each stroke perfect enough to create the scene you most desired on the canvas in front of you.

You stepped back once you felt the need to express yourself flow away, gazing at the canvas. A scene it held, and what a scene indeed. The sky was cornflower blue, a cloudless day, with the sun’s rays shining down on a big oak tree. The leaves were paler as the golden light kissed the surface, casting sharp shadows on the pillowy grass.

But then there was vivid orange and red, a flash of bronze. In the foreground there sat both you and Clarisse, the latter having more detail than any part of the drawing.

Then the dreaded day came where you all had to say goodbye to her.

The little ones were devastated, not letting Clarisse go anywhere without following her around like baby ducklings, making her explain to them that she's not going away from camp, she's just not going to teach them anymore.

At the end of the final class, just as everyone unveiled the 'we'll miss you' poster, she and Dennis revealed their 'I'm Staying' poster, causing a loud, thunderous cheer to erupt from all of you.

Later, you pulled her aside to give her your canvas painting.

Nerves wracked your body, your palms began to sweat.

When was the last time you had felt this nervous? It was probably your cello recital the day you had come to camp...

"Holy shit, Y/n this looks absolutely amazing!" Clarisse exclaimed, taking the painting in her hands.

She didn't miss the detail you had given her, drawing her angelically, despite her thinking she was the opposite. It was so well done that the brush strokes weren't even visible.

Please get the message, you blockheaded, oblivious fool...you thought.

Deciding to act against your nerves, you asked her in a shaky voice, "That's a painting of us on a date...would you like to go on one with me sometime?"

Clarisse's heart stopped. Had you just asked her out on a date?

She was at a loss for words, they didn't touch her tongue, nor did they pass her lips. She stood there, speechless, gaping at you for a moment too long.

"I mean, I get it, you're probably not even a les--" you began, but a pair of gentle lips on yours silenced your words.

Sparks flew, butterflies went haywire, your brain short-circuited. You didn't know what to doo, just stood there frozen with shock. Kissing the girl you had liked for the last few months now.

Clarisse, however, was ecstatic. Her mind was a burst of colour, her body was ablaze. She felt like she had wings, and her heart was taking her up, up, up.

Once she pulled away, she winked at your blushing face and dopey grin.

"It's a date, L/n."

hi, it's me! lea! i hope you enjoyed this long overdue oneshot <3 requests are open via dms or asks!

#clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue fluff #clarisse x reader #clarisse la rue #x fem!reader #first request #requested #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #you got an artist inside you #fluff imagine

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yuri-is-online · 4 months

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Daytime TV Dreaming (A Fyuuture Kid AU Drabble ft. Heartsabyul, Savanaclaw, and Octavinelle)

While camping in the mountains during Camp Vargas, you encounter a monster exactly like the one you fought off with Ace and Deuce at the beginning of the year. While trying to fight it off again, a strange portal opens up in the mine and a person jumps out of it to your rescue. He says he doesn't remember much, but it's clear when you bring him to Crowley that this boy is also from your world, despite being a mage, and until the headmage can think of a better solution, he assigns "Yutu" to your dorm.

Something a certain someone has an opinion about.

notes: When I was re-working my masterlist I deleted a fic that I meant to be the start of a series where Yuu’s child travels back in time to try and prevent the destruction of Twisted Wonderland and their parent's untimely death. For some reason I wrote that child as having been born after Yuu was forced to leave Twisted Wonderland with modified memories, so he doesn't actually know that much about his dad until he gets iseakaid just like Yuu did to attend Night Raven in a much more dystopian setting. Anyway if I ever go back to that concept I'll probably re work it, but I thought it would be fun to share my notes about the guys reaction to this newcomer who gets sorted into Ramshackle Dorm. They/them used for Yuu as always but they are implied to be afab, "Yutu" is not meant to be the child's real name, and he is meant to be wearing a disguise to make his identity less obvious. Actual fic can be found on my masterlist.

Heartsabyul

Ace- is legitimately worried about the intentions of this weird newcomer but it comes off as him being a jealous brat so no one takes him seriously. Look, something just doesn't feel right about this! Your world doesn't have any mages but now one shows up? And he's weirdly familiar with you? Cmon someone other than him start asking some questions please! Tries to have "a talk" with Yutu, who is trying really hard to understand what his parent saw in his dad and... just not getting it at all. RiP Ace you have been assigned cringe before the kid has even been born.

Deuce- only concerned with making a good impression because if this person is from Yuu's world then they might value his opinion on.... things. Also an honor student would try to win over his crush on his own merit and not by intimidating potential competition. Actually ends up befriending Yutu and really liking his vibes, which gives the boy a lot of guilt because he knows his dad would probably feel very guilty if he knew what his son's life has been like.

Trey- he is slightly worried about how Yuu will handle having to take care of an actual person and not just a monster, but he also feels like it is none of his business so he doesn't pay too much attention. But then Yuu mentions that Yutu is a pretty talented baker and that's why they haven't been bugging him for sweets as much. Well isn't that just ADORABLE??? Trey isn't upset about this at all nope, not one bit. He's extremely upset and Yutu is stirring the pot because he thinks making his dad angry is funny.

Cater- oh look, another person who won't be a part of his life eventually. He doesn't get any weird vibes from Yutu so he doesn't worry about what his appearance might mean too much, but there is something about the way the newbie insists on trying to be his friend that reminds him a lot of Yuu and isn't helping with this whole "denial of the crush" thing he is trying to do. If he didn't know any better he would think Yutu was doing it on purpose.

Riddle- immediately starts butting into Yuu's life more to give them advice about being a proper housewarden. Not that he didn't already see them as one, it's just disciplining a human student and disciplining Grim are a bit different and no he is not using this as an excuse to spy on the Prefect how dare this brat suggest his intentions are impure?!?! (Ah but you see Riddle you can't just take Yutu's head off in front of their Prefect because you want them to liiiike you and he is so going to use that against you.)

Savanaclaw

Leona- understands that something is not quite right as Yutu's explanation of who he is doesn't quite pass the sniff test. Literally, the brat smells like Yuu with his magic and since Leona was one of the people who got a good look at the portal Yutu came through he pieces things together pretty quickly. Not that he immediately goes and pulls a Vader on the kid, he just makes it clear he knows there is some time travel involved and demands to know what his goals are. He can leave the family shit for after he's secured the kid's existence.

Ruggie and Jack- while they have different opinions on the new kid, Leona's sense of smell still tells him Yutu's identity and as their dormleader he feels the need to take them aside and mention what he knows... sort of. He tells them that he's pretty sure time travel is involved and that Yutu is related to Yuu, but he neglects to mention the whole bit about who he thinks the father is... which drives them insane in completely different ways.

Ruggie thinks that since you clearly have a thing for beastmen anyway he would be stupid not to shoot his shot. He doesn't give two shits about whether or not Yutu is his kid, time isn't real so he can just rewrite it a bit.

Jack is determined to treat Yutu fairly and protect him since you are his friend and that's what friends do for each other's kids. Has a full blown panic over whether or not this might give the kid an identity crisis and takes him aside to reassure him he doesn't want to replace his real father, and that he will be happy as long as Yuu is happy. que the world's most awkward conversation

Octavinelle

Azul- Oh? Ramshackle has a new dorm member? And he's a mysterious mage... allegedly from the same world as Yuu... something doesn't make sense here but while he is figuring that out. Capitalism ho! This is a great money making opportunity he is observing and scheming and thinking about the perfect contract to get Yutu to spill all his secrets. Unfortunately, Yutu seems to be afraid of him for some reason? Not Floyd or Jade, just him. He can't say he dislikes it... but it is a bit odd, at least it gives him something to talk about with you???

Floyd- Also saw the portal that Yutu came through and thinks something must be up with how close the guppy seems to want to be with Yuu. Starts calling him baby shrimpy as a joke because of how clingy he is to you, but he really really hates it. He can't fight baby shrimpy because that will make you not like him, and he can't scare baby shrimpy off with a deal because he's weirdly smart with those sort of things. He also seems to really look up to Floyd... like that one spiderverse meme, and Floyd hates it! he already had a hard enough time getting Yuu alone when Grim was around he doesn't need a second baby unless it's actually his >:CCC

Jade- a new mage? How delightfully unpredictable. He's probably the only one genuinely happy Yutu is around because of how funny the story of his arrival is. The only upsetting thing about this is that he wasn't able to go camping with Yuu himself. Like Azul he senses something is wrong with Yutu's story, but he doesn't intend to press him until he has the new kid's trust. He's just here to help after all, there's nothing to be afraid of so long as there is no need for him to be jealous.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #heartslaybul x reader #savanaclaw x reader #octavinelle x reader #future kid au #haha get it his name is yutu because he is-#(named after the chinese moon rover “Yutu/Jade Rabbit” because of the similarities between chang'e/kaguya's situation and yuu's)#-yuu 2 :DDDD #... i technically have wildly different headcannons for yutu's real name and personality based off who his dad is but meh

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Career Reflection Pick a Pile

This reading of for anyone who needs more clarity on their career. Anyone who is at a crossroads, stuck, confused in their career, or someone who just wants a checkup on their career goals.

As this is a general collective reading, some things may not resonate with you or your situation. DO NOT try forcing it to fit. If you would like to book a personalized reading with me go to my profile and follow the instructions on my pinned post.

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Pile One:

Purpose: What drives you in this job? What gives you purpose?

Nine of Wands:

The thing that keeps you going in this job, that motivates you, is problems. When you are overwhelmed in your job and facing almost insurmountable struggles this is when you feel the most inspired and useful in your job. You like to feel useful in your job and you feel the most useful when people need help, when you are the person people come to for help.

Responsibilities: What are your responsibilities, and how do you feel about them?

The Sun:

The Sun in Tarot is all about happiness, success, confidence, and optimism. What this tells me when it comes to what your responsibilities are in your job and how you feel about them is that you are expected to remain optimistic and cheerful in your job and this is something that you like about your job. Some of you could be teachers or work with children, I say this because teachers and people who work with kids are expected to be cheerful and build confidence in the kids they work with. Some of you may even be camp counselors or work at an amusement park, something where you are expected to always be smiling and cheerful.

Talents: Where do your talents, skills, and abilities lie?

Three of Cups Reversed:

The Three of Cups Upright is all about friendships and celebrations but having it reversed is all about isolation and solitude. So, what this tells me about your talents is that you thrive when you are alone, you are at your best in your job when you can do things your way without others’ input. You prefer to do your work individually rather than in group work. You may be an introvert or just someone who doesn't like to socialize and make friends with your coworkers. The Three of Cups can be interpreted as going out for drinks, making small talk, and just overall surface-level interactions, and having this be reversed for your talents means that you are not someone who likes small talk, you like to get to the bottom of things and have deep conversations, you're not someone who wants to go out for drinks with your coworkers just to make unimportant small talk, you would rather only have to talk to your coworkers when you absolutely need to.

Resources: What resources do you have that can aid in your growth?

The Emperor:

There is someone at your job who can be a mentor to you. They may be your boss or someone who is just above you in some way. This person is a hard worker and very disciplined and they can be someone who will help you grow in your career. It would help you a great deal to go to them for advice when you need it.

To Fix: What in your current position needs to be fixed?

The Empress Reversed:

You may be feeling insecure, and stuck at your job, like you haven’t progressed anywhere in quite some time. I feel like there is a mindset you have when it comes to your job and the progress you feel you need to be making and are not which makes you feel like a failure. This mindset you have needs to be fixed, you have unachievable expectations of yourself and what you should be achieving which is causing you to feel like you are not going anywhere in this job.

To Release: What needs to be removed, released, or let go?

Two of Cups:

Even though you are someone who doesn’t like to socialize with your coworkers if you don’t have to and you are not someone who goes out with your coworkers when/if they ever go out, you still care whether they like you or not. You may think your coworkers don’t like you and this bothers you or you may just fear that they won’t like you if you don’t try to socialize with them. As I said, you are someone who doesn’t like to make small talk and pretend to be interested in something you are not interested in, yet because you want these people to like you, you go out of your comfort zone to try and make them like you. Your guides are telling you this is something you need to let go of. Stop trying to make your coworkers like you by being something you are not. Just be yourself and the right people will like you, the ones who don’t are not meant to be close to you.

To Reflect: What else do you need to consider? What do you need answers for?

Ace of Swords:

You may not be clearly expressing what it is that you want in your career, or from the people you work with. There is a lot of miscommunication happening or just no communication happening which has left you feeling pretty unsatisfied. You may even have been thinking about leaving your job because of this, thinking that you can find something better and more exciting somewhere new, but your guides are saying that what you need to do here, is evaluate what the issues you are having are and how they can be fixed because it may be simpler than you think. They are saying, once you work on fixing these things you will end up getting exactly what you want out of this job.

Rewards: What do you hope to gain from your work life or career? What is your ideal outcome?

Page of Swords Reversed:

It seems like you have lots of energy and curiosity, but right now it’s not directed at anything. With no outlet, it seems like you can’t quite make up your mind about what it is you actually want to do for your future. You may move from one job to the next when you get bored, or decide it’s not for you, which is why you may want to leave this current job you are in. You may also have lots of ideas about what you want your future to look like but you lack the follow-through to get it done. For you to receive the things you want out of this job you need to start sticking with it even when it gets boring or tough. You need to start something and follow it through to the finish line instead of always quitting when things get tough.

Bottom of the Deck:

King of Cups:

At times, the King of Cups can signify a more experienced, caring, and compassionate advisor or mentor who can help you develop an emotionally fulfilling career. We know from earlier in this reading that a mentor would help you at this moment in your career, so, it may be time for you to reach out to them and ask for help. This card is also about balancing your own emotional needs and practical, logical needs. Your wisdom and ability to balance your head and your heart can win you the respect and admiration of those around you and can make you especially valuable when it comes to ironing out conflicts between various parties in the office. You struggle with these things but it will benefit you in the long run to get some balance in your life.

There is strong water energy with this pile, specifically Cancer energy. So, you may be a Cancer or have significant Cancer placements. Or, this person who will be a mentor to you could also be a Cancer. You may even have this sign in your 10th house or placements in these signs in your 10th house.

The colors black and blue kept coming forward during this reading. They could have some significance to you.

The number 12 kept coming up during this reading, it may mean something to you.

How Can You Reach Your Desired Outcome? (Extended Reading)

Pile Two:

Purpose: What drives you in this job? What gives you purpose?

Six of Wands:

The thing that gives you purpose in this job, that keeps you going when times get tough, is the rewards you receive for your hard work. This card can sometimes signify fame, so, it is worth mentioning that you may hope to be recognized by a wide array of people for your work. However, it mainly means success and rewards so, the majority of you may just like the rewards and recognition you get from the people around you when you complete projects and goals you are working on.

Responsibilities: What are your responsibilities, and how do you feel about them?

Page of Pentacles:

Your responsibilities may lie in planning things. Your job relies on you making plans, goals, strategies, etc. The Page of Pentacles is the star student, the perfect example of what being a good student means, so, for your responsibilities in your job, you may be expected to research, learn new things, and then come up with ways to apply them to your job. The Page of Pentacles is also a very loyal person, so, this is telling me that no matter how you feel about your job you will stick with it. I was getting very serious energy with this pile, so I believe that you are someone who understands that there are highs and lows with your job, and because of this, you won’t let bad days change how much you love your job.

Talents: Where do your talents, skills, and abilities lie?

Six of Swords:

The Six of Swords is all about transitions, moving on, and acceptance. What this tells me about where your talents lie is that you are very good with empathy and understanding. You are very good at helping people transition from one place to another in their life. You could be a therapist, counselor, life coach, traveler, etc.

Resources: What resources do you have that can aid in your growth?

Ten of Wands Reversed:

A great resource for you to grow in your job is by delegating your burdens, you don’t have to do everything all by yourself. You may feel like you are being overworked in your job and that there are too many expectations put on you. The answer to how you feel less stress is by delegating and spreading some of these tasks out among others. Many cards kept flying out when I asked this question. What this tells me is that you have a lot of resources that can help you with your current struggles, and help you grow in this career.

To Fix: What in your current position needs to be fixed?

The Chariot:

You are a very passionate person who has a great deal of drive and ambition, however, that drive and ambition may make you want to do many things at the same time. It may be hard for you to focus on one thing at a time. So, what needs to be fixed at this moment is you remaining focused on one thing at a time and not getting carried away with too many things. As I said in the previous question you need to delegate and this can apply to this question too, you need to have some self-control and start focusing on one thing at a time instead of overfilling your plate.

To Release: What needs to be removed, released, or let go?

Ten of Cups:

You may want to fit in with your coworkers and be close with them, so much so that it may cloud your judgment when it comes to how you move forward in your career. You may be putting too much on your plate because you are a people pleaser and when people come to you for help you say yes even if you are already busy. This mindset and behavior need to be let go of. You need to release your need for everyone to like you, and for you to feel like you belong and fit in with the people around you.

To Reflect: What else do you need to consider? What do you need answers for?

The Star:

It may be hard for you to remain optimistic, and hopeful in your job because you may have been let down in the past when you got your hopes up. Your guides are telling you in this reading that you may need to consider having hope again. There is a difference between being unrealistically optimistic and being cautiously optimistic. You are allowed to be hopeful and to be happy about what your future looks like without getting too in your head. Remaining balanced and grounded will help you at this time.

Rewards: What do you hope to gain from your work life or career? What is your ideal outcome?

King of Pentacles:

Having a good reputation is what you want in your career. As we have established from the first question, something that is very important to you is your reputation and how people see you. So, the biggest goal you have is for people to look up to you and think of you as a good business person. You want people to think of you as someone who achieves all of their dreams and can do anything they set their minds to, someone who is very successful and has lots of experience in whatever field it is that you work.

Bottom of the Deck:

The Hierophant:

The bottom of the deck shows you what the underlying energy of the reading is, and having The Hierophant at the bottom tells you yet again, that individuality is not something you should be doing right now at work. Working with others is how you should be working, delegating, allowing others to help you, etc. These are all ways for you to work with others. You may be someone who doesn’t like to work with others, preferring to do everything by yourself, however now is not the time for you to be doing everything alone, you need to let others work with you.

I was getting strong Capricorn, and Virgo energy with this pile, so, you could be or have significant placements in these signs. You may even have these signs in your 10th house or placements in these signs in your 10th house.

The colors, purple, pink, and green were also big with this pile so, you could have some connection with these piles.

How Can You Reach Your Desired Outcome? (Extended Reading)

Pile Three:

Purpose: What drives you in this job? What gives you purpose?

Six of Pentacles:

The thing that drives you in this job is feeling like the people you work with, especially your bosses, appreciate all that you do. You want to feel like your work matters and is being put to good use, so when people tell you how much they appreciate you and like the work you are doing, this gives you the push you need to stay in your job.

Some of you may work in a field where you work with the community around you. Whatever the job is, it allows you to see the good your job does, you work with the people that you are helping. You may also enjoy volunteering on your time off. You just truly care about making a difference in the world and you want to see that difference being implemented.

Some of you may have Aquarius placements or significant 11th-house placements. You may have Aquarius in your 10th house.

Responsibilities: What are your responsibilities, and how do you feel about them?

Two of Pentacles Reversed:

Your work is high-stress, you are often overworked, and highly stressed out. You feel stressed out most of the time, but you still love your job, just not the fact that you are relied on to do the work of ten. There is a lot of frazzled energy with this pile, I feel like the people who chose this pile enjoy the high stress of their job but sometimes it may get to be too much. This card is encouraging you to see if you can find ways to bring more balance into your job, even if it's just subtle ways, any amount of balance will help alleviate some of that stress.

Some of you could work in healthcare.

Talents: Where do your talents, skills, and abilities lie?

The Moon Reversed:

When other people have problems getting through confusion and misunderstandings or misinterpretations, you don’t. You are good at seeing through the fog, of finding your way through to the light again. People may come to you for help when they are struggling with their job, not knowing what to do. It’s almost like you are always clear on everything, like you never struggle with confusion, at least on the outside it may seem like that. You show this side of yourself when you’re at work because you don’t want people to see you struggling. So, even when you are confused or unclear, you pretend like you know what you are doing. Fake it till you make it is your motto in life.

Resources: What resources do you have that can aid in your growth?

Justice:

Justice as a resource in your career is all about honesty and fairness. Make sure you are treating the people you work with, with respect and equality as this can help you make progress in your career. It may also be that something in law, or government could help you progress further in your career, but that may not be a message for everyone, always take what resonates, and don’t try and force things to fit into your life. Overall though, it seems that changing the way you approach the people you work with is needed for you to see some growth in your career. Make sure you are always being honest, and fair in everything you do in your job.

To Fix: What in your current position needs to be fixed?

Two of Wands:

You may not be someone who likes to plan in your job, or just simply make plans in general, but it seems that this is something you need to start doing. However, some of you may plan too much and don’t make moves unless you have every detail of it planned out, if that sounds more like you, you need to take a step back and let go of some of your control issues, you can't plan everything, sometimes things happen that are out of your control and that is okay.

To Release: What needs to be removed, released, or let go?

Six of Cups:

The six of cups often represents childhood, memories, and healing. When it comes to your career and things that need to be let go, it seems that you have been looking backward on the path that got you here maybe too much. You’ve been obsessing over your past work thinking that it holds great lessons that you need to learn to build your future. However, your guides are telling you that obsessing over your past mistakes and the things you did right is not helping you at all it is holding you back. Alternatively, this card can signal that you may be reconsidering your career path, and perhaps returning to a position that you had once left, if that is the case you need to let this idea go.

To Reflect: What else do you need to consider? What do you need answers for?

Six of Wands:

You may be very proud of how far you have come in your career. You have grown so much, and are now reaping the benefits of this hard work. You may have also received a promotion or raise because of this hard work and this has given you a major confidence boost. However, you need to consider how you have been acting because of this confidence boost. Have you been getting too cocky? Too arrogant? Don’t let this confidence venture into vanity.

Rewards: What do you hope to gain from your work life or career? What is your ideal outcome?

The Magician:

The thing you want the most out of this career is the drive to pursue any and everything you set your heart to. You want to manifest all of your dreams into reality. You believe that this career will keep your passion and drive going and that you won’t struggle with dull moments because of how much stress you are constantly under. You believe that stress is your driving force and this will help you manifest a successful career.

Bottom of the Deck:

Strength:

Strength at the bottom of the deck tells me that you are a very strong person. That you have what it takes to get through all of the stress that this career brings to you.

The colors orange and red were significant with this pile so they may have some meaning to some of you.

Smoke, mist, fire, and hands kept coming up with this reading, so some of you may think or have thought in the past that you can control the wind, fire, smoke, etc., and some of you may get messages from your guides through these elements.

Many of you have a lot of big hopes and dreams but you don’t know how to get to them.

How Can You Reach Your Desired Outcome? (Extended Reading)

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EVERYTHING YOU SEE IS A PART OF YOUR IMAGINATION, EVERYTHING YOU SEE IS A LIE.

jason grace x f!neptune!reader

warning: jason is kinda a bop in this, reader is referred to as a blonde

a/n: wrote this at 4am so it’s probably really stupid, but i was thinking of writing hcs for a part 2? idk would y’all read that?

growing up at camp jupiter meant being a soldier, a warrior with no life outside of their duties, a disciplined demigod with no mistakes ever made. this mindset messed up a lot of the kids’ mind, awarding them with different mental illnesses that they wouldn’t be experiencing if their lives were just, normal.

normal could mean a lot of things, but jason grace lost the touch of it a long time ago.

what was normal? being a mortal in high school or spending his everyday life in camp jupiter?

none of these options were available to him, because in the middle of his quest to save the queen of the heavens, he felt more confused than ever, his memories slowly coming back, but in little snippets, unnecessary things were being brought back to him, such as a certain scent that reminded him of… he didn’t remember who. he was surely going crazy.

and the blurred face of a girl he saw every time he ever got the chance to fall into hypnos’ domain certainly did not help the situation. maybe he did something so terrible in the past that he didn’t even get the chance of sleeping undisturbed, but what did he do? he didn’t even remember.

the question that bore into the mind of a mere reader would’ve been, 'what did he even remember?’ an oblivion, absolute nothingness.

and his two apparent friends, leo and piper.

while piper seemed to not be much of a friend, she still kept her patience.

jason, being the selfless soul he was, always managed to put everyone else before himself, he was worried that he was breaking piper’s heart by his amnesia, which, by the way, was not his fault either, but who else was there to blame? truthfully, no one.

while the quest was ongoing, he managed to get used to being apart of the trio, managing to fall more and more in love with the mystery that was piper mclean, or so he thought.

piper was absolutely gorgeous, in her own unique way, she was something to be looked at, to be admired and treated with care and love, but the world that they got exposed into, certainly was not up to the standard jason wanted piper to be put at.

she was also a total knockout, pretty, smart and really unique, what more could a guy want?

right?

then why did the ocean breeze randomly flow through his nostrils when jason was not anywhere near an ocean? what about the blonde soft wavy hair he always saw in his dreams, or the laugh he heard during one of those dreams. something about the girl in his dreams made jason’s life way more complicated, he could not get her out of his head, but how could he? it’s like the gods above truly did not want anything to be remotely normal in his life.

was it all just a set-up, was he cursed? or was he simply going insane over a woman he had never met? it had to end.

apparently the blonde from his dreams did not even exist, he described her to a lot of people, but not one person in camp half-blood knew anything, so he gave up.

the argo II had to be built and they had to fight mother earth, gaea, along with quite a lot of giants, girl problems could wait.

while keeping himself busy, he found his sweet escape to be piper, maybe what was between them was real, it wasn’t just venus having “fun” for a bit and making him insane? he still got dreams from time to time, but they didn’t corrupt his whole time.

but a few months passed, his and piper’s relationship was going well, they were just days away from going to camp jupiter, while going there to find the rest of the eight demigods from the great prophecy was the goal, maybe he could find her there?

and just like that, thoughts and dreams about the mysterious ocean girl slowly came back.

until the day they finally landed in camp jupiter. pieces of jason’s memory came back to him, but not all of it, but everything seemed to click the second he got the chance to actually look around the (not-so) familiar territory.

his hand intertwined with piper’s, he entered camp jupiter, he noticed annabeth running off to a black haired boy, who he assumed to be percy jackson, since that was the guy everyone seemed to be looking for ever since his arrival.

but right next to percy, stood a girl, but not just any pretty girl, her.

the girl from his imagination.

she quickly noticed jason, running over to him and pulling him into a hug, he noticed slight tears in her eyes that weren’t willing to spill.

jason was stunned, his hand was still holding piper’s, until it wasn’t, he felt it let go.

but jason had your arms around him, which felt better than anyone elses.

“i missed you, jase.” you said quietly, in a tone barely above a whisper.

“i-i’m sorry, i don’t remember.”

“percy told me it was a possibility, i just never thought you’d forget me, after all that we’ve been through. he remembered things about annabeth, did you really forget all about me?” a single stray tear managed to escape your eyes, raised in camp jupiter, crying was not something you were used to, but given the circumstances, what else were you supposed to do? sit around and smile like nothing happened, like you didn’t just realise that the love of your life forgot about you? “no, i’m sorry, it’s not your fault, i can’t blame that on you.” you quickly added, noticing how much pressure you put on the boy you loved.

“jason, what’s going on?” that was the voice of the girl jason came back with, sweet as honey. did he find a replacement? have you commited a sin so unforgivable that the gods had to punish you this way? he held her hand, they came in happily, you weren’t needed.

“i don’t know, look, let’s just go and find annabeth, she’ll know what to do.” jason simply shrugged away from your uncounter, living the girl of his dreams in tears, standing there, empty.

and it certainly did not help that jason and his newfound girlfriend were on the ship too, so you couldn’t really be miserable all the time.

you had to put in the effort.

that same night, as you were about to go to bed in your cabin, percy came in to check on you and you suddenly got the urge to tell him about all of your emotions and thoughts, since he was a great listener and also probably the only person who could cheer you up.

so you told him, if you couldn’t trust your brother, who could you trust? you told him some details he didn’t already know about your and jason’s complicated relationship and about him and his new girlfriend.

jason’s cabin was the one opposing yours, so he got a bit confused and almost opened the door to your cabin, but he heard your voice, and his name a few times too, so he did something absolutely irresistible, eavesdropping.

“it was complicated for so many years, and when we finally confessed, 3 months later he just disappeared one morning, i count every minute he was a way, and he came back with a new girlfriend, what did i do to venus so horrible? she gave me a hair comb once after a quest, she doesn’t like hate me or something, right? or does that mean my hair is really messy?” you kept on rambling.

“shh, i don’t know about jason, but if he’s willing to break your heart like that, i’m not gonna be okay with it, goodnight, y/n.” percy kissed your forehead.

“night, perce.”

just as percy walked out of the cabin, he saw jason standing by the door.

“hope you heard all that, buddy.” he mumbled.

if jason thought he was going insane months ago, he for sure knows he’s insane by now.

around a week has passed since that night, jason admired you from far away, getting reminded of why he fell in love with you all those years ago.

it was a quiet evening, some calm and peace, the typical calm before the storm vibes were around.

and it sure ended up being a storm that night for jason grace. he had been thinking about ending things with piper, since remembering things were making him all confused, all of the fake memories were faded too, so their relationship was hanging by a thread, which piper tore that night.

“we need to talk.” piper exclaimed, her tone sounded serious, not the usual cheery and soft.

“is everything okay?” jason asked, knowing that in fact nothing was okay, but he could only use a filler sentence, he didn’t have much of a heart to say anything else.

“what’s going on with you and y/n? i know you two dated, but i see the way you act around each other, you’re not over it, neither of you, and whatever this is going on with us is simply not satisfying neither me or you, so, are you cool with staying friends?” piper stated casually, without much worry on her face.

“i’m sorry pipes, it wasn’t fair to you.” jason tried apologising, but got interrupted.

“it’s fine, but she loves you, i can tell, go talk to her before it’s too late.” that was it, the awakening point, jason immediately stormed into her cabin.

“i fucked up, i’m really in love with you.” he exclaimed, and boy, did that sentence change everything.

it did.

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rotten-corpses-blog · 10 months

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Billy Loomis Head Cannons because I promised

These are just things I think are true about Billy, nothing really to worry about.

Billy is Bisexual, it's in his name guys. and there's no way this man is straight.

His first ever crush was Angela from Sleepaway Camp, he just thought she was cute. He was like 12-13

He is a snuggler, especially when he's sleepy or drunk.

Anytime he has attempted to grow a beard Stu picked on him, so he stopped trying.

He smells like Old Spice, idk what scent because probably can't commit to one. (like his dad couldn't commit to his mom)

He's a mama's boy, but it's not toxic. If his mom ever came back and said anything negative about you he would believe you.

He has a knife collection, it's obsessive and they are hung up in his room.

He was a cute baby I just know it, he has been cute since birth

He hates the show Glee, he saw one episode and couldn't understand it, so I'm sorry if you like it...

He was a theater kid in middle school, He was tame tho. He really liked the class but, his dad kept calling him the f slur so he quit.

He knows how to play a bit of the piano, not much.

He became a feminist after seeing the barbie movie, but refuses to admit he liked the movie. (you can sometime catch him singing the ken song in the shower)

I have said it before and I will say it again! Billy likes kids, he pretends he doesn't but he does. He doesn't like the mess of kids because they are sticky for no reason and cry at random.

One time he fell asleep on Stu's couch and Stu drew a dick on his forehead. He almost killed Stu.

When he was little he would go out of his way to make his dad's life a living hell. Setting things on fire, trashing his office, screaming bloody murder anytime his dad came near him so his mom would make him sleep outside. he was, and still is a nightmare. And in his mom's eye's he can do no wrong so when his dad tried to discipline him, his mom would get upset and claim he was hurting her dear little Billy.

He works out a bit, but after he killed Sidney (assuming he did) he gets kinda lazy.

He collects your stuff, not anything you care about. It's weird shit like a shell you put in your pocket and forgot about, hairties, old makeup sponges, just weird shit.

If you are AFAB and have periods, he has tampons on him. Don't like tampons? he will get you pads, he will just complain.

He does call tampons pussy cotton balls sometimes...

He won't eat cabbage, or beans.

He will eat an entire bag of salt and vinegar chips in one sitting tho

That's all I got for now

#billy loomis fluff #billy loomis smut #billy loomis x reader #yandere billy loomis #billy loomis x you #yandere billy loomis x reader

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mammalsofaction · 3 months

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HUMAN PERRY AU BACKSTORY

I've been having a lot of thoughts lately about Human Perry headcanons as I read a bunch of fic and rewatch phineas and ferb. You know you're hitting the nail on the head when scenes from a fic you might never write dog your every waking step and haunts your dreams so, I thought putting it on paper will help.

A lot of fics like to suggest that Perry's full name is Peregrine, which is understandable, but ever since I've rewatched 2D and found out their first name for him was actually Bartholomew my life was never the same. So Perry's actual name is Bartholomew. But nobody actually calls him that least of all himself.

FAMILY RELATIONS

-I really like winding headcanons that Perry is Ferb's biological mom's BROTHER, which honestly makes so much sense as to why both he and Ferb have green hair. Here are some add-ons that may get depressing;

Ferb's mom was Eve, or Evelyn. Her codename was E, for Echidna...because egg-laying mammals native to Australia. They were both orphans, and attached to the hip. They were each other's partner in crime.

-They were scouted for OWCA one day, bc the agency liked picking up kids with potential as young as possible. So Perry and Eve were trained for the agency since the start (which is why Perry is such a good agent at what seems to be a young age)

MY HEADCANONS FOR OWCA

-Owca is a largely independent authoritarian enterprise with branches all over the world. They aren't the only ones, obviously.

-OWCA also prefers training agents as early as they could. Sometimes that entails scouting talent. Sometimes that means taking in kids of employed agents. Either way, this means OWCA has elementary and high schools that are more akin to militant training camps. It's not cruel. The kids are well cared for and well fed, but OWCA prioritized competency, obedience and discipline.

On every level of OWCA recruitment, training and employment, there is a fedora, and band to mark whichever level you are on the totem pole.

1) Middle school kids are given a bandless fedora.

2) High school kids (soon to be graduates) are given a white band

3) Fresh graduates, training into full employment, are Yellow Bands. Here you start being assigned to full branches, and trained by field work professionals. Think OWCA Files.

4) It's fairly easy to graduate from Yellow Band into a Purple Band. Purple Bands are largely refereed to as Junior Agents, but that's not quite accurate. Purple Bands are the highest reporting authority in any division that ISN'T FIELD WORK. The OWCA Tech, Clerks, RnD and Science Divisions all have Purple Bands to signify they are fully employed, or Superior Officer. Pinky has a Purple Band.

5) It's VERY DIFFICULT to graduate from a Purple Band to a Black Band, not least because there IS NO PREDETERMINED TEST. Black Band agents are Superior Agents, only one level below Division General. There's no telling what could turn you from a Purple to a Black, because the agent has to prove unwavering obedience and faith to the agency in dire circumstances. It's saying "I am willing to do anything for the Greater Good." Often it entails a death of some sort. OWCA often says Black is the band soaked in blood. Black Band agents have licenses to kill. It's why Black Band Agents are few and precious far in between.

6) After a black band, and you live long enough to retire, you can choose a bunch of things. Most agents choose to become Division Generals or Branch Managers: think Major Monogram. They're basically glorified "Guy in the Chair". Some agents choose to become educators, in which case they are given White Fedoras. White fedoras arent exclusive to black bands though; there are plenty purple band white fedoras. In fact most educators are purple band white fedoras.

-Perry's Black Band Event was Eve's death

-At the time of Eve's death, she had already been married to Lawrence. Ferb was barely a year old, maybe 10 months old?

-Lawrence was told it was a car accident: drunk driver. Truthfully it was a mission gone wrong, involving an underground child trafficking ring, and she stayed behind to give them all the chance to escape. She didn't have the chance to escape when security explosives around the building detonated, and she got caught in the crossfire. Perry had to leave her behind.

-This is why Perry refused to get a partner btw, aka his Lone Wolf tendencies come from.

-In the aftermath, OWCA agents approached the family to give them their condolences, and offer to take Ferb into the fold. For the first time since Eve's death, Perry practically lost it. He didn't hurt anyone, he's much too professional, but he knew Eve didn't want Ferb to get wrapped up in OWCA, and for good fucking reason. Due to their training, neither he nor Eve had much of a childhood, and he refused to subject Ferb to the same kind of life experience.

OWCA was NOT happy. Things were tetchy for a while, at least until Perry was approached by Major Monogram. Francis had a wife, and a son, and he understood where Perry was coming from. He suggested taking a permanent residence in Danville, which was his branch division. It was more stability than Perry ever had working in England, where he and Eve was originally stationed, and it was easy enough to come up with a work-related story to convince Lawrence, who was more than ready enough to leave the house where he and Eve originally lived.

-It was after moving did Lawrence meet and fall in love with Linda.

Edit; I've decided to change Ferb's bio mom's name bc I found something that fits better to me :) She's Eve now

End Backstory.

#the ending is a bit abrupt but i hope the post was comprehensible #so he did basically help raise Ferb until they moved to the states #and he meets Heinz yadda yadda yadda #I like the flavour of angst in his backstory #and why he enjoys the peace that comes with stability in Danville even despite all the chaos #bc then OWCA doesn't really bother him since he has his hands full actually #I also like giving depth and dimension to Francis #instead of making him just like. This bad guy #Because he didnt want Monty to be a part of OWCA either #perryshmirtz #perry the platypus #human perry au

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fanfiction-blep · 5 months

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Live action Percy Jackson & The Olympians... Head cannons:

So its basically fannon that Hermes is Lin-Manuel Miranda? Now not all Hermes kid's hate their father, but they probably hate his musicals. Imagine the Apollo kids singing different musicals or songs written by Hermes/Lin, just to piss off the Hermes kids.

Like a Hermes kid looses a fight or just falls over and the nearest Apollo kid goes... "Look at my son..." Or a fight breaks out and if even for a second a Hermes kid is near an Apollo kid will back away hands up singing "I'm removing myself from the narrative.." OR two birds one stone and if an Athena and Hermes kid are near one another (Bonus point's if they are dating) an Apollo kid will sing "You've married an Icarus, he's flown to close to the sun" Just because it irritates both of them. Athena kids have a sensitive spot for Icarus.

I feel like demigods don't only have Dyslexia and ADHD I feel like Neurodivergence expands to other area's of the spectrum like Autism. They aren't wired for the human world right?

We know that kids of gods that have beef take it out on each other... I KNOW that the Hephaestus kids mess with the Ares cabin, setting traps and even jinx weapons. They are damn sure smart enough and they cannot prove that it was one of the Hephaestus kids, let alone which one...

this probably extends to Aphrodite cabin too.. Imagine Hephaestus kids sabotaging Aphrodite kids on dates with other campers or just generally being sarcastic.

BUT based on the fact Percy could sneak off in the middle of the night in Episode two, I bet the cabins that feud also meet up. Once a month or something, a couple of the kids who partook in that months shenanigans go somewhere like the beach or woods to 'keep the peace' and they just for a night, let go of their parents fights. Luke is the one who suggested this.

Luke keeps a journal, don't ask me where he keeps it. I know how risky it is for him considering that he's planning to betray his home and friends. But in his mind he is actually helping them, so not only does he keep a journal but he has code words for things like. "The holiday is coming up" for the summer solstice or something.

Luke obviously secretly hates his dad, and while he seems very disciplined and wouldn't let that hatred shine through at prayer time... despite his ability to pretend he's a loyal son, he always prays for Annabeth or Thalia. Sometimes his mum.

Clarisse cries in the shower, you don't get any privacy at camp, the woods have nymphs, so does the lake or river. And she is still a kid, a kid who has to be the big bad daughter of Ares. Even though its not all an act, she still has feelings and she can't express them with her siblings. So she cries in the shower.

Annabeth doesn't really have friends (I know this is kinda cannon) She's been at camp so long that people who join after her seem to assume she has her people, but her people is Luke. She gets along with a couple of her siblings. She very to the point and direct and it kinda push's people away. it's why her and Percy bounce off each other so well and it's plain as day in the second episode.

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #luke castellan #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson live action #percy jackson disney+

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kekaki-cupcakes · 9 months

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Hi uhm sorry if I bother you: could you please write Percy x daughter of Disciplina (minor Roman goddess of discipline) who’s very uhm well rules-oriented, similar to Jason and cold and military though secretly loves cute and chaotic things (though doesn’t partake) so it’s kind of a rival to lovers situation please? And they meet when Percy arrives at the camp Jupiter? Thank you so much and feel free to decline ofc! Bye bye! Ps: loved your Nike series and I can’t wait for the Hypnos piece too! Take your time though, ofc!

This was a cute idea <3 and I liked writing about Camp Jupiter I haven't had any roman demigod requests before! sorry it took so long I'm multitasking so much haha but this ended up as 2.1k words lol <3

rules orders kisses instructions---Percy Jackson x roman child of Disciplina

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-First of all, it wasn’t your fault that you managed to bring the most chaotic, rule breaking, cute, carefree, demigod into Camp Jupiter.

-You were posted just inside the borders, watching for monsters and the like, and though you’d never admit it, it was one of the quietest and therefore dullest spots for patrol. Nothing ever came through, and you spent most of your time sharpening your weapon and spotting cloud animals. Until something did come through, namely, the bane of your entire existence.

-He came running over the hills with a panda pillow pet and a bronze sword, followed by a hoard of screeching monsters, telling ‘Perseus Jackson’ that today was the day he would die. At the time, rescuing this random demigod was the right thing to do, but looking back, if you had just let him be trampled by the contents of Tartarus, it would have fixed a lot of your problems. Instead you opened the gates to Camp Jupiter and let him in.

-Both of you stood beyond the gates, which were made out of some solid metal that the Trivia kids had installed. They had never disclosed what it was that vaporized the monsters the second they touched it. You should probably check in with that, now that you think about it.

-Perseus had made quite the fuss when the first cohort and the praetors showed up, making giant hands out of one of the rivers that ran along the edge of the city and then being introduced by a god. He took it all in his stride, and even had the nerve to back-talk Octavian [something you’d never admit to wanting to do yourself].

-You hated him immediately.

-Well, maybe not hate, hate was a strong word for simple feelings. You would just rather if Percy [he had corrected the use of his name immediately. You were grateful. Perseus was a stupid name.] had a bit more respect for the way Camp Jupiter worked, and stopped teaching the younger soldiers swear words during meal times.

-A few days into his stay, he approached you in one of the large canvas tents set up. You’d been mapping out which of the hills you were going to use as a base in the next war game with Dakota, when he tripped on his shoelaces and righted himself, grinning at both you and Dakota.

-Apparently he wanted to thank you for not leaving him out the border to fight off the army of monsters on his tail, and volunteered to help out on your team during the war games in return.

-You told him you would consider once he learnt to tie his shoelaces properly.

-You’d then assumed that would be the last of it, thankfully, [although for some reason you’d scan the fifth cohorts section sometimes for a mess of black hair, but you were just trying to keep the younger soldiers vocabulary appropriate. Obviously.] and spent the rest of the day taking poisonous bows and quivers off the children of Mercury, and explaining to the daughter of Pluto that she wasn’t allowed to ‘have a go at summoning a horse skeleton for funsies’.

-Reyna marched between the canvas tents with her metal dogs, barking instructions and sending out a few Helios kids and legacies as medics.

-Ten minutes before the game officially started, when the opposite side were posted up too far away to see their silhouettes on the mountain ridge, and the children of Mars were untying the war elephant from its posts and readying it for battle, Percy burst back into the tent. One of the leopards getting a spiked collar attached to its neck growled, but settled back down when Dakota spoke sharply to it. Lavinia went to shoo Percy out, but something about the easy grin on his lips made you wave a hand, and Lavinia went back to instructing the Vulcan children.

-Percy ran to you, and in quite the untimely fashion, kicked one of his feet up onto the battle plans, mud and dirt smearing across the maps and charts. Before you could yell at him, you spotted his shoes.

-“How’s that for being allowed to fight?” Somehow, in the few hours he’d had spare, Percy had acquired a pair of purple velcro sneakers.

-You stood there for a moment, and then narrowed your eyes at him, folding your arms as well, just to make your point. “If you left Camp Jupiter I will have to report you, you know that, right?”

-He just smirked. “You like me too much. And don’t worry, I traded Octavian's diary for them, some Venus legacy guy had a spare pair. Purple isn’t really my color, but watch!”

-Thankfully, he took his feet off the table, but a moment later he was running across the cramped tent, and threw his arms out for balance as small wheels popped out of the soles of his shoes. A coat of shields crashed to the floor, and the leopard in the corner jumped to its feet and scampered out. Someone yelled and Percy proceeded to spin in a circle and then slip and fall.

-For the first time, you became annoyed that your reflexes were so good, because Percy was sprawled out in your arms, which were under his, keeping him from becoming impaled by a stray electric spear. You held your breath for as long as you could, pulling your expression into one blank of emotions, but then you couldn’t hold it any longer.

-You laughed.

-Pery turned around, pulling his shirt down and skidding a little on the floor. His green eyes you only just noticed were the same shade as the lake near the stables were wide, and he was slack jawed.

-Your stomach started to hurt as you giggled, “what?”

-“You can laugh!”

-“Of course I can laugh, Perseus, I am a person.”

-“I didn’t know you could laugh. And it’s Percy, don’t make fun of me.”

-You went back to glaring at him quickly, and he visibly dulled. You just rolled your eyes and began brushing mud dewy grass of the battle plans. He peeked over your shoulder, hair tickling your neck, so you planted one of the little markers Dakota liked to use to show where people would be patrolling.

-Percy pouted, and you quickly looked away from his mouth [why were you even looking at his mouth?], “can’t I be the horse?”

-“The Pluto girl is the horse, she’s making sinkholes along the tracks to our base, trying to dilute the flow of soldiers. You can be the dog, it’s cute.”

-“You think I’m cute?”

-His smile when he said that was in fact, cute, but you didn’t tell him that. Instead you picked up another of the little coloured markers, and moved it to where you’d initially put the dog. “Fine, you can be the toucan, because you’re an imbecile.”

-“No wait, I wanna be the dog now... And what did toucans ever do to you?”

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-You became quite accustomed to the sound of smooth clicking, a scrape, and then Percy yelping and bumping into the back of you over the next few days.

To the north, beyond the gods, lies the legion's crown.

Falling from ice, the son of Neptune shall drown.

-You didn’t see him off.

-You knew it wasn’t polite, the entirety of the army stood on the shore as Percy, the Pluto girl, and the boy who cared for the war elephant waved them off. But you stayed at your post by the border instead, watching cloud animals and pretending not to see someone sinking to their death in each one.

-But the army didn’t sit with him at every meal because technically, you were a superior and didn’t have an assigned legion, you had just usually sat with Reyna or Jason. You’d eat the breads and nuts and fruits the satyrs and harpies brought while Percy ate everything in sight that was even slightly blue.

-The army wasn’t given a daisy chain as a crown when you showed Percy through the gardens, the trees and flowers acting as borders to the paths leading across the city in the direction of the universities and shops. The army didn’t find an old basketball in the weapons shed and learn to play with Percy, because he couldn’t remember playing before, but he was good.

-The army didn’t sneak him into the stables because really you weren’t allowed but somehow the rearing black stallions calmed him when his breathing got too fast and uneven.

-The army didn’t sit at the edge of the river bed while he ducked under and splashed around like a happy duckling. That stopped when the prophecy was first spoken. Percy skirted around puddles on the last day.

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-There was blood. Lots of it. Smoke wafting from the scattered fires and screams piercing the muggy air.

-You held your weapon tightly in your hand, back to back with Dakota as he brandished a baseball bat wound tight with thorny vines that curled and writhed like snakes.

-Monsters crawled over the mountain ridge in waves, at least half of them squashed by the giant stomping in circles and roaring, creating miniature earthquakes with each step. Alcyoneus was forty feet tall, his skin a metallic sort of color that shone like the sun Helios was bringing into the middle of the stormy sky.

-The fifth legion ran into places, maps and diagrams you’d drilled into them, finally being put to use as they worked effortlessly. The war elephant had doubled, somehow, and both charged at the violent giant currently ripping the roof off the stables, knocking him sideways.

-For a short moment, you assumed maybe a finger had been cut off from the monster, as a bronze sort of color streaked across the horizon, but then it came to a stop in front of Lavinia, who was dragging an unconscious demigod across the battlefield in the direction of the hidden medic base by the university.

-Hazel, the Pluto girl [you’d finally learnt her name] sat atop a stallion, her cavalry helmet over her curly hair. You made eye contact, and her shoulder sunk, but you weren’t sure if it was with relief or disappointment. You couldn’t see her expression from across the bloodstained distance, but you could see the blue harpy foaming at the mouth behind her, talons outstretched.

-You turned to Dakota, but he was already kneeling a little, bracing himself as you stepped on one of his hands, and then he launched you forwards and up, up into the smokey air filled with screams and wails.

-Time slowed a little as you positioned yourself, wind whipping your eyes and making them sting. Hazel ducked as you flipped over her and landed on the Harpies back, rolling it away and further down the hill. Talons raked your cheek, and you whacked it over the head, hard.

-The bronze streak was gone already. Somehow the horse was running vertically up the side of the giant, and then began circling its neck.

-The sleeve of your purple shirt was ripped free and you held it to your face, the deep cuts dripping down your neck and already staining your skin in dark red blotches. Pain prickled, but you felt a chill down your spine, and by the time you had turned, the horned snake’s jaw was already unhinged, fangs dripping with something dark and oily and ready to bite.

-Your heart slowed, or maybe it sped up, all you knew was that it was the only thing you could hear.

-You held your arms in front of your scratched up face and tried to roll, but the snake's tail was already heavy across you, pining you to the blood stained cobblestone ground. You reached for where your weapon had been lost in the wrestle a moment before, but then there was a dragged out squelching sound and a ‘shing’.

-The snake froze, and then its head slipped off its body, landing by Percy’s feet.

-He launched forwards as quickly as the snake had, only he pulled you from the cocoon of scales, panting. Your hands shook, and Percy’s eyes widened when he spotted the splatter of blood on your neck, his face going pale.

-You shook your head weakly, “just my cheek, it’s not bad.”

-He nodded, and then you were once again wrapped up tightly, this time by Percy’s arms. You noticed vaguely that he was actually pretty buff, but then you felt your eyes prickle with emotion.

-He stepped back quickly, ducking his head, “sorry, I..”

-“You didn’t drown.”

- “I technically did but it’s all good now-”

-You cut him off with another hug, your face buried in his shoulder, probably covering him in your own blood as well, but Percy didn’t seem to mind when he hugged you back, chest heaving. You sniffed, trying not to cry, hands tight around his hoodie, “you smell like incense and hay.”

-“That, yeah that explains a lot of it actually.”

-“You don’t get to go on another quest without me, that’s an order.”

-“Yes please.”

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#pjo fandom #pjo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percyjackson #Percy Jackson x reader #Percy Jackson x you #percy jackson x y/n #Percy Jackson fandom #roman reader #Percy Jackson x roman reader

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Ok I’m thinking like maybe Steve’s dad makes him go into the military if he’s not going to college bc he’s an asshole, and the day before he leaves you two spend the whole day together and end up watching the sunset on the roof of his car on lovers lake and it’s just so sad. he’s thinking about the loss of his innocence and childhood, and now he has to go and be away from you for so long. you wrote him a letter and a picture of you to take with him, and you sprayed it with your perfume, and when he’s away at boot camp you two write to each other all the time and call whenever you can and when he comes back on holidays he’s all over you and buying you flowers and oh my god so tan and ripped and sexy. he’s tamed some of that hair like it’s not full mullet but it’s like those recent pictures where it’s parted in the middle and swoops down and is shorter in the back do yk what I’m talking about? but he literally missed you so much he just follows you around and can’t keep his hands off of you and maybe the whole gang threw him a welcome home party and he’s just watching you from afar and literally undressing you with his eyes because he had to imagine you every night while he was away and only had pictures to go off of (and you know he jerked off to them) and you’re just there in a pretty sundress helping set everything up looking so beautiful and such a stark contrast to when he experienced the last couple of months. The discipline and harsh brutality of boot camp can’t compare to the soft and warm energy you radiate. And you can’t help but notice how confident he seems in his abilities now and how ecstatic he is to see everyone and you can’t stop looking at how handsome he looks now that he’s literally shredded and how his arms are bulging out of his white t shirt and they look when he folds them over his chest when he’s leaning back against the kitchen counter in the middle of a conversation with Eddie and how his face looks so smooth and clean shaven and how his back muscles move when he goes to help Robin grab more plates for the kids oh my- OK IVE NEVER WRITTEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS this was just word vomit sorry if it was bad you’re turn! 😁

hnnnnnngggh arms.

he gets off the plane or whatever and you run to him at the airport and he’s literally beaming so bright, you can spot him all the way across the room. and you run into his arms and he lifts you and the first thing you notice is how much. bigger.. he is. like he lifts you with ease. and he’s holding you up off the ground and burying his face in your neck like “missed you so so much” and you just hold his head and stroke his hair and breathe him in and just revel in being able to actually touch him and hear his voice again, not just through the telephone:) and he finally drops you back to your feet and he’s looking at you like he can’t even believe you’re real, that you’re not just some photograph and a phone call, but you’re standing right in front of him. and he grabs your face with two hands and kisses you so desperately. it’s actually a pretty tame kiss, no tongue or anything crazy, but it’s the way he’s pulling your face into his like he needs to get impossibly closer to you<3 and your tummy flips because he never really liked pda before, but for right now, it literally feels like it’s just you and him in the airport. no one else even matters:(

and you drive him home and the whole time he’s turned in his seat to face you, arm propped on the door, and his hand holding his head up as he gazes over at you with a little smile because he’s still reeling from the fact you’re sitting next to him. and at every light he pulls your face to his and kisses you so deep before letting you give your attention back to the road:) and he has a hand on your thigh and he rubs the bare skin of your knee there and he’s really trying hard not to think of all the things he wants to do to you when you get home

but he didn’t realize you had a surprise party planned back at the house. so as you’re trying to put the key in the front door, he’s standing behind you and wrapping his arms around your middle and pawing at you through your dress and kissing up your neck and nibbling at your ear and whispering all the things he’s been thinking about doing since he’s seen you at the airport and you’re giggling as you open the front door and everyone yells surprise and steve’s face is complete shock and he’s all red as he rests his forehead embarrassed on your shoulder. and he whispers into the skin there, only for you to hear, “you didn’t tell me everyone was gonna be here to welcome me back” and you turn and give him a little teasing smile like “i had it planned for weeks:) ever since i heard you were coming back for the week:)” and he gives you a little “you’re lucky you’re cute” look and a little kiss on the temple before spinning you back around and slinging his arm over your shoulders as he says hello to everyone:)

and then the whole night he’s just. all over you. in a way that he wasn’t before he left. like he needs to feel your skin every moment he can before it’s gone again. so he has you drape your legs over his lap as he sits on the couch and chats with robin. and he’s massaging your shoulders as you’re chatting with nancy and everyone. and he keeps giving you little looks mid conversation, little smiles, before leaning in to give you a kiss on the corner of the mouth or on your temple. and he’s playing with your fingers absentmindedly when he’s telling everyone what bootcamp’s like. and anytime he’s not directly next to you, you keep catching him sending you hungry little glances from across the room as he’s chatting with whoever<3

and you still can’t get over how adult he looks. how all his boyish features have kind of melted away to something a little bit more mature. and he’s so so so hot. like he has his arms propped up behind him on the kitchen island and his biceps are like. huge. all flexed and huge. and his hair is a bit shorter and maybe a little more unkept than usual, but it looks so good with his little tan. and he’s getting another big bag of ice from the freezer and you can’t tear your eyes away from the veins up his forearms. and you can just tell he hasn’t really been shaving anything besides his face and your mind is swimming with the thought of what’s underneath his shirt wheeewww. and he keeps catching you staring and he teases you with a little crinkle of his nose and a slight little tug at your hair.

and after like two hours into the party, he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your middle, caging your arms to your sides, and he brushes his nose against the pulse point at your neck and nips at the very back of your jaw just a little, and whispers in your ear “i think now might be a good time to cut the party short, hm? make it just you and me?” and he presses his bulge up against your back and your mouth literally waters at the thought. and immediately you’re like “hey guys, steve’s still pretty jet lagged from the flight, you guys mind if we wrap things up a little early🙂”

and then he literally has sex with you for the ENTIRE night, mostly in missionary, so he can hold your face and watch your micro-expressions and kiss up your neck and whisper how much he’s missed you and how bad he’s needed you for so long

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut

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blade-that-was-broken · 2 months

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JD's Squad

A few notes on the beginning of John's squad for Soldier On - this is not a finished list; just what I have for now. The Current Cast is John Dory, Delta Dawn, Dickory, Chaz, Pete (Retired), Tresillo (new) but this is just beginning thoughts.

Suggestions are welcome!

John spends any leave that he has to leave base with one of his squad - usually Delta or Dickory - although in the later years, he does do some camping. In the last few years leading up to the explosion and incident, Delta's sister became a single mother. John has stayed there to help out sometimes.

If he is not with one of his squad, he will usually find a camping spot to stay in while doing the odd and end jobs for locals to pass the time and a cheap price.

For a while, John just stayed on base when his squad was on leave and didn't take it when offered but eventually Delta and Dickory forced him to go.

John lives very simply with very, very few possessions so he ends up just saving a fair bit of money. He's been in the military for probably over ten years now. There have been a few guys that have rotated through their squad. Pete retired and was eventually replaced with Tresillo (they don't share rank though, it's just the numbers).

Chaz is talented but a bit egotistical and can be difficult to work with. Most people do not like working with him. He definitely rubs John the wrong way and although John can usually tolerate him, they have fought before. John has broken Chaz's nose. Which drove him nuts because the guy is a bit vain.

No one expected John and Dickory to get along, but they are actually pretty close. Dickory is the shortest of the group but he's strong and crafty. And not to be underestimated. His parents were immigrants and so he carries a fairly heavy accent. He's got a younger brother, Hickory, who he is close with. Hickory wants to follow in his brother's footsteps but Dickory thinks his talents lie elsewhere.

Growly Pete, as he was known as, didn't talk much but was a great shot and an even better survivalist. John took to it with his outdoorsy nature and wasn't very offput by Pete's quiet nature, so Pete took the time to teach him. He retired a few years before the incident.

Tresillo is a fairly new soldier who was given a choice - jail or the military - and he won't ever tell you he made the wrong one. He doesn't have much in the way of family and was kind of unruly at first but he's got more discipline now and he likes his squad a lot. Doesn't love being treated like a kid but he kind of gets used to the younger brother treatment. Great dancer. Taught John and Dickory Spanish.

Even before Pete left, John and Delta kind of got the dad and mom tag, being the responsible ones. JD took care of his little brothers for years and was kind of used to it and Delta is a natural leader. The mom and dad jokes are mostly kept quiet and behind their backs.

In the incident, John was the one with by far the most severe injuries. Delta wasn't there at all and when she does hear the news, she does feel a little guilt for not being there. It's dumb and John would tell her that, but still.

Tresillo straight up blames himself. Period.

Everyone involved is extremely tight-lipped about what happened and they won't talk about it. Sometimes a little with one another but that is about it.

John becomes especially mindful and protective of youngsters. This may include both minors and young adults. This mostly comes from protecting Tresillo during the incident, who to John, is seen as barely an adult. (This is also a bit of a nod/projection to how my horse trusted and protected kids when we got her before she ever trusted adults with her own issues.)

Tresillo probably won't stay longer in the military than he has to. The incident might even give him an out. It's not that he doesn't like the military, but the incident does freak him out and after what happens to John... yeah. Part of it is some guilt, part of it is that he doesn't get along with a lot of other people and he kind of doesn't want to. John and their squad became the people he got along with, trusted, etc.

It takes a while for Tresillo to visit John after what happens but when he does, he might stick around. I don't know yet. He and Branch do become friends.

The first time Bruce sees John with Clampers, for a second he thinks John knocked some girl up. And John is just...she's like... three years old. It's becomes kind of a joke.

John may or may not punch Chaz again after leaving the military.

Floyd finds out about John entirely by accident and it's awkward and weird. He does get a little upset that no one told him before this. (He mostly communicates by letters and hardly uses a phone and is constantly traveling very busy with his growing career).

Delta ends up finishing her tour but something happens that leaves her having to take care of her niece, Claudia (aka Clampers).

That's all I got for now.

#soldier on au #john dory #delta dawn #dickory #chaz #jd and chaz do not get along #tresillo

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"...We watched my parents fall to their deaths from a sabotaged trapeze rig-- murdered by a Grade B hood named Boss Zucco who was trying to extort money. --I became Robin, history's first kid sidekick. There I was the laughing boy daredevil-- Tearing through Gotham City with the great Batman himself. I thought I was the hottest item in town. But it wasn't all fun. I was on call twenty-four hours a day and you subjected me to discipline that would make a Marine Boot Camp look like a Scout Girl Cookie Fest. I was able to handle school work-- but there was no time for anything else. No football games, no dances, no proms, no girlfriends. Just Robin, laughing boy daredevil. Batman's faithful shadow. And where was Dick Grayson? Nowhere. Nowhere at all. Eventually I cut loose from you. I thought I was becoming my own person. But was I? I adopted this identity-- Nightwing-- A bargain basement version of Batman, and I continued to do as I'd always done. Wear a mask and fight the bad guys... I realized I'm not you. I was never you. I don't want to be you... I want you to have the Nightwing suit, here. -What should I do with it? -Put it in a trophy case. Give it to the Salvation Army. Burn it."

Nightwing (1996-2009) Vol. 1: Bludhaven. "The Resignation."

#dc comics #batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #alfred pennyworth #nightwing #robin #robin dick grayson #bludhaven #new teen titans #the resignation #discowing #hairywing #that 90s hair #batfamily #batfam

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I often see people describe Spider as a neglected child. Do you think that is totally accurate? Would Norm and the other scientists have set rules and boundaries? If Lo’ak and Spider did something stupid together would Jake punish both of them? What would a scene like this look like?

I don't think Spider was PHYSICALLY neglected, as in the adults always made sure he had food, water, medical care, and a safe place to sleep. But was Spider EMOTIONALLY neglected? Yes, I think so. The High Ground comics don't go into much detail about Spider's relationship with the people who raised him, the McCoskers, but what little we do see is nothing like the love and care Jake and Neytiri have for their children. I definitely don't think McCosker ever abused him, and I'm sure the other humans would've stepped in if he ever physically neglected him, but I one hundred percent believe the McCoskers emotionally neglected Spider. When Jake decided to move the Omaticaya and the allied humans to High Camp, Spider was packed and ready to go, and he didn't seem to care about never seeing his foster family again. Same with McCosker. McCosker was annoyed with him for trying to run away with Kiri, but he didn't really seem to care that Spider would prefer to live with the Na'vi and loyal humans over his foster family. If a kid is willing to leave behind the people who raised him for 14ish years without even saying goodbye, there is clearly something wrong with the relationship between the kid and the family. That emotional connection, knowing that there's an adult who loves you and would help you if you were in danger, just wasn't there for Spider like all the other child characters have.

(it seriously kills me that every time another child character was in danger, there was an adult rushing to rescue them concerned about their wellbeing, but when Spider was in danger, the only ones who did anything about it were A. the other child characters, which didn't end well :( and B. the war criminal who needed a 3-hour movie to realize he actually does care about his son)

As for the scientists, I'm sure they cared about Spider and made an effort to teach him things (I headcanon that Norm is the one who taught him to read and write and other basic human stuff while the Sully kids taught Spider the Na'vi stuff) but at the end of the day, they weren't his guardians and weren't responsible for raising him, teaching him rules, and disciplining him. That would fall to McCosker, and as far as I can tell with McCosker, it looks like he just gave up on raising Spider and lets him do whatever he wants as long as he comes home to sleep at night. We could speculate that maybe McCosker was a better parent when Spider was younger, but based off of how one of Spider's earliest appearances in the movie is him running around in the jungle with unkempt, matted hair and his only adult supervision there because he was with the Sully kids, we can guess that McCosker wasn't always that invested in raising Spider.

When it comes to discipline, I don't think Jake would feel like it's appropriate for him to discipline Spider and would prefer to leave it to McCosker. That's what he did in the comics when the boys were in trouble for exploring the battlefield. Jake makes it clear in both the comic and the movie that he does NOT view himself as a parental figure to Spider, and thus he's not responsible for disciplining him when he fucks up.

I'm very curious to see if Jake's relationship to Spider is different in A3. Since Spider went through literal torture to keep High Camp safe and ran back into a battlefield with zero hesitation to help Jake find Kiri and Tuk, I wonder if Jake will decide to properly look after Spider instead of just letting him hang out with his kids. I've seen some folks say Jake's "a son for a son" line is meant to symbolize Spider's adoption into the Sully family, but I don't think an adoption should happen until A. the Sullies know Spider saved Quaritch and they resolve that situation, and B. Spider and Neytiri resolve their issues.

Whatever ends up happening, I just want Spider to have the same love and protection that all the other child characters have. All children deserve to have a parent who loves and protects them, even if they have made some pretty big mistakes like saving Quaritch. If Jake can be forgiven for helping Q plan Hometree 9/11, Spider can absolutely be forgiven for only sparing his life when all his other actions opposed him.

#atwow #avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar the way of traumatizing spider #avatar spider #spider socorro #miles quaritch #colonel quaritch #avatar jake sully #jake sully #neytiri sully #atwow neytiri #atwow spider #sully family #cyren myadd theorizes

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