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froggymarsh · 3 months

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hello scu enjoyers here's a little r!charlie with cg!schlatt yesyes. it is set in a zombie apocalypse so trigger warning for non-graphic mentions of zombies and also a gun! i dont describe any blood or gore or anything dwdw - also maybe slight unreality for the line "was any of that real?" near the end

hope u enjoy <3

“Oh, hey Charlie.”

Charlie’s head snaps up, meeting the eyes of a charming man standing behind the pristine counter of a little hole-in-the-wall bar that Charlie has never seen here before. His buttoned shirt is crisp, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he polishes a glass with a red rag. His apron is black and stainless. His hair is curled, his beard is groomed and well kept. His eyes are brown, and he smiles at Charlie as if nothing is wrong with the world.

“H-hey,” Charlie stammers. He looks up at the walls, the iron bars lining the entrance. He doesn’t remember walking inside, but here he is. The floor is strangely even, no plants, no rocks, no cracks. The groans of the infected outside seem so far away. “Hey- how do you know my name?”

The man’s smile does not change. His eyes flicker from brown to gold and back again. Charlie glances around the room. The light of the torches set in the walls is not comforting in the slightest.

“So,” the man sets the glass aside, slings the rag over one shoulder, and braces both arms on the counter. “Milk or juice?”

“What?”

“You look like you could use it,” he answers, simple as that. His fingers tap along the countertop. “Milk or juice?”

“What is going on, dude, how do y-”

“Milk,” he interrupts, eyes flickering again. Charlie shuts his mouth as the man’s expression changes just so, like a mountain challenging a pebble to a battle of might, or a sun backhanding a star out of the sky.

Then the man smiles again, simple as that. “Or juice?”

Charlie grips the straps of his backpack, a pebble, a pebble, a pebble. The groans of the infected feel like a hazy memory. He takes a step towards the counter, strangely uneven on the even ground.

“Juice, please,” he murmurs, taking a seat on one of the stools. It’s plush, comfortable, with a bar at the bottom for his feet. He swings them instead.

“Good choice,” the man praises, "now,” he laughs, “maybe this one’ll getcha. Bottle or cup?”

Charlie blinks. The mountain looms on the other side of the counter, with an amused smile on its face.

“Cup,” he answers, softer than he means to, but he can’t help it when he feels like a pebble, maybe all of four years old. The room gets hazy at the edges of his vision.

“Now, now, Charlie,” the man scolds lightly, almost teasing, almost stern, amused all around, “I think we both know the correct answer here.”

Charlie frowns, eyebrows furrowing. Was that not it?

“Cup, please,” he tries again.

The man tsks. “Charlie…”

He says nothing.

The man sighs.

“Tell you what, kiddo,” he leans over, sliding the glass easily off the counter and stowing it away underneath. He fishes around for something else, his smile still charming, his expression warm but oddly intense. “We’ll compromise.”

He returns with a dark green sippy cup with a light green lid. Two and a half hearts decorate the side, glaring up at Charlie. He looks away as the man retrieves another bottle from somewhere else. This one has a golden apple printed on the side.

“‘fraid apple juice is all we’ve got.”

Charlie shrugs. Apple’s fine.

The man smiles as he pours it, screwing on the cap and sliding it to him when it’s full. “Knew you’d be a good sport about that.”

Charlie wraps his hands around the sippy cup. It’s the perfect size to hold like this. His shoulders sag in relief, oddly comforted by this little bit of plastic.

“You’re doing so well,” the man praises. Charlie can’t help but preen at that a bit, turning the cup in his hands but not yet taking a drink. “I’ll step in as needed, but it’s quite honestly remarkable just how far you’ve come.”

Charlie tries to smile at him, tries to show he’s grateful.

The man chuckles, reaching over the counter to ruffle his hair. Charlie ducks away, swatting at his hand.

“Alright, well. You better scram, kid,” he reaches under the counter again, this time producing a gun. Charlie blinks. The haze in his head fades as he whirls around, spots five infected approaching. How did he not notice them getting so close?

“I’ll hold them off,” the man’s voice raises dangerously as he storms out of the bar with his gun, seizing Charlie’s collar and dragging him out with him, abandoning the bottle on the counter. He shoves him one way and fires the gun in the other, “go, kid. Go!”

Charlie stumbles, unsteady, but runs. He runs, ducking between infected and swerving around buildings and runs, fast as he can manage as they follow, running, groaning behind him, and he runs, and his foot catches a stone and he falls and he rolls and he-

When he comes to, the sun is rising.

He jolts upright in bed. He’s home. He’s safe.

His jacket is pristine. There’s new patches on the elbows. There are no scuffs on his armor. His legs are fine, his heart is beating regularly, nothing is sore.

Cradled in his hand is a green sippy cup, decorated with two and a half hearts on the side that glare up at him.

He swallows.

Was any of that real?

He turns it over. There’s nothing inside, though taped to the bottom is a messy, scrawled note.

Keep it, it reads. Signed with a simple, -J

#mcyt agere #froggy drabbles #raaaarararararrrrr....#i gotta finish the video....#idk how to trigger warn so lemme know if you think this needs somethin else #I DIDNT MOVE OVER MY TAGS FROM MY FIRST DRAFT OF THIS. so im doing it now. nobody will read them but it's important to me that theyre here #something about trying to be comforted but everything is awful and uneasy and no matter how hard you try you just. can’t.#not vent regression not play regression but a secret third thing #i was saving this interaction for somethin else but i’ll use it here skdkfjf

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weskerfied · 8 months

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Ada and Annette’s interaction is so underrated. I love them. They sound like two high school mean girls from rival friendship groups, or whatever the equivalent is in the resident evil universe.

#this has been sitting in my drafts FOR OVER TWO YEARS #I need to play re2r again soon #it’s probably my fave of all the remakes #I don’t include 1 because that’s more a remaster #although I still have to finish my professional playthrough on 4r and separate ways first #fuck it maybe I’ll take a break from that #anyways #weskerfied try not to ramble in the tags challenge #annette birkin #ada wong #resident evil 2 remake #resident evil 2 #Annette has the biggest mean girl vibes #“I’m warning you doctor” “oh yeah?” *proceeds to light a body on fire #she’s like come on Ada why don’t you fuck around and find out #they both just rile each other up and I love it #even if it’s a tiny segment of the game and they converse like 3 times #I just love their interaction UGH #I genuinely can’t think of a better comparison than two popular girls who hate each other lmao #and Leon is just the kid who seems to be involved in all the drama unwillingly #william is the weird kid who does questionable shit and everyone is lowkey scared of him #tag yourself I’m Will #hmmm thinking about a high school au now

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dayurno · 2 months

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#i will warn you only once: tsc spoilers #literally just finished it as i am drafting this its 5am where i live #so you may be subjected to some nonsense #that all being said i have thoughts.and feelings #the kevin was lovely and tasted delicious! jean defending him at every turn even when he swears to hell and back he'll kick his ass #the kevjean was surprising i was only half expecting that #the dog metaphors i have to say i need this one cashed in. nora run me my check #im joking of course dont quote me on it #jean taking kevins promise to the end and living on it is seriously so. well.#'be careful with him' 'take kevin's name out of your ignorant mouth' 'you promised me'#also kevin getting called the court's queen had me tender and on my back oml #jean's relationship with the trojans is sweet and he is very interesting and complicated #a character with many moving parts im sure #there were a few things i did not care for #namely jeremy and the trojans felt remarkably flat to me bar lucas (by far the most interesting) and catalina on occasion #i didnt quite enjoy jeremy's pov and felt like he spent perhaps way too much time worrying over jean? if that makes sense #i wish he had some more complexity to him or really anything to catch a hook on #all we know is hes attractive and smiley and gets along terribly with his family #so much of his character is sucked out by jean he didnt feel like much more than a plot device to me #which i wouldnt mind if jeremy wasnt the literal main character alongside jean #i was living for everything jean thought but had to drag myself through jeremy's pov if im honest #uuuuh what else. neil! funny. deranged. i have to love him #andrew couldnt give less of a fuck about jean which is funny as all fuck #two bugs placed in the same habitat ignoring each other #the thing with elodie i thought was complicated. i wish we knew some more about her or that shed been mentioned a little earlier #but im assuming thats a topic to be revisited #uuuuuuuh yeah so thats most of it. i think my first thought and the one that sticked out the most to me is that the book felt remarkably #pedestrian #not necessarily in a bad way #it lacked to me one of the main appeals of aftg which were the numerous interesting side characters

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sophieswundergarten · 1 year

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So. Everyone who yelled at me yesterday for making a ramble on Reynie going blank and then not resolving it, this is for you: (@lemondropletters, you have been tagged)

Also, it's in a Google Doc because it was definitely too long for a Tumblr post, and ~~I don't know how AO3 works~~

The (vague) premise is that, instead of Constance seeing Curtain's broadcast, they all get to the compound mentally sound, but once there, they split up to look for Mr. Benedict, and instead Reynie finds Curtain. This is the wrap up of what would have happened in the last episode.

#I'm sorry if it's also garbage #My brain hasn't been letting me sleep the last two days so I've just been working on this #And also I've never tried writing fic before so it is highly likely to be bad #But it was certainly a fun experience!#I was like “Oh I'll just rewrite that first post in this new format and then add the notes I had in my drafts”#And from there it somehow spiraled into a five and a half thousand word mess #But I think I learned some things!#And I'm sorry Miss Perumal isn't more help I got caught up in the emotion and I just really wanted the kids to work it out themselves #Especially since Reynie is normally the driving force for those kinds of solutions #But without him it took a lot longer than I expected #Also be warned I use a lot more em dashes then I think I'm supposed to #And I was trying the technique of mostly using the adult's formal names since the main perspective is the kids'#But the point is that I did it. I tried.#And if it's terrible then I will just never do it again #I'm sorry I didn't know how to end it so it's kind of vague and abrupt #I hope it's fairly in-character I tried really hard but messing up character voices terrifies me which is why I've never tried this before #I am genuinely so sorry if this is hot garbage it certainly feels like garbage #Okay shutting up now. Again my apologies #the mysterious benedict society #mbs #reynie muldoon #kate wetherall #sticky washington #constance contraire #miss perumal

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robotslenderman · 2 years

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Daily snip.

Did some Wendyfic but this is from a short story that blatantly steals one of @starsilvereld's ideas:

Emotion wells up in Roger's throat, threatens tears he’s forgotten how to shed. Hvare sighs. He doesn’t realise he’s slumped back until she stretches up onto his chest, little furry head under his chin. He curls his arms around her and a sob escapes.

#first draft warning #why yes this is from one of my infamous bullet point first drafts #VTM #Roger de Camden #snips #Dusty writes #daemon AU

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krysmcscience · 3 months

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Hey, look, it's this thing again, only with a whole new chapter!

Oh, but what's that? It's not ten thousand words like I said it would be? You are absolutely correct! It is now just shy of eight thousand, because I had to split it apart from what was on track to become fifteen thousand.

There's some worldbuilding in this new chapter, Oh Boy!

Also, trigger warning, Shio exists <:)

If you like this at all, go thank @anightydragon for making me want to write more of it~ OuO

(Psst, @crinklytinfoil, stupid squishboi alert)

#among us #i FUCKING GUESS #but really only tangentially XD #breach #original writing #shio is such a fucking dick and i both love and hate them for it #for being the main character qing sure doesn't get to show up much in this chapter or most of the next LMAO #red is so fucking tired you guys #NSFA #this thing is technically a first draft so it is subject to edits at any time #and those edits could potentially be massive LOL #i'm not adding content warnings on this post so read at your own risk #i wouldn't classify it as Dead Dove myself #but it's definitely going to trend close in a few places #especially later on

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ihavetoomuchhomeworkforthis · 10 months

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So I found this on Google, and I accidentally ended up having a megabrainstorm session with my dad about if Vulcans were actually photosynthetic, or really just how photosynthetic humanoids would work in general and how they'd function on a Starfleet ship? It was more like me ranting excitedly at my dad for a few minutes, but there were some cool ideas in there. (I mean I think they're cool, hopefully you guys do too)

Warning: EXTREMELY long (and nerdy) bullet point list follows under the cut

green skin because chlorophyll

possibly even leafy skin, which might end up looking more like scales, but with patches of softer more leaf-like areas where we'd have more body fat and/or body hair

(they can still have that Vulcan hair though, since it's sort of a defining trait/style of the species in Star trek)

This means they have to absorb sunlight through their skin, and convert it into energy in the form of glucose, like trees

Therefore they'd have to have glucose (not copper) based blood (but the melting point of sugar is really high? Hadn't quite worked that part out)

Their blood would be white then? Amber, like tree sap. Wait actually don't some flowers/green stemmed things have white sap in the stems? (Maybe their blood would change from white to amber as they age? I know flowers aren't younger versions of trees, but it would be cool)

and they'd have to drink water just as much as humans because plants need water (as Chekhov is panicking about) but maybe since Chekhov is worried about "watering" spock, their hair can function like roots or something to soak up extra water as well. Idk if it rains much on Vulcan but when it did they'd all be going outside like the worms do on Earth lol

They wouldn't really have to eat if sunlight is their primary energy source. Their mouth would be just for water, breathing, and speaking. In which case they'd have ALL different organ systems, seeing as our digestive system takes up a good chunk of space in the torso, what would they fill it with? Being humanoid, they'd still need lungs, as well as a heart to circulate the (glucose based?) blood. They can still have a liver as a toxin filter and whatever else livers do (trees have to deal with not-so-clean water, so the photosynthetic Vulcans could probably deal with pretty muddy/questionable water as well. And maybe that connects to a very basic digestive system (liver-filters > short and singular intestine > rectum) which is mostly just for getting rid of the mud (yes, pooping.) And the liver can also deal with dusty/sandy air probably. Oh they might not need to eat (maybe even CAN'T eat since they wouldn't need or have the organs to deal with it) but they could drink liquids other than water, and it might be helpful/necessary to drink sugary fruit drinks if it's been cloudy for a few days, because humanoids expend a LOT more energy than plants probably do. They probably have a "stomach" which acts as a storage and distribution-into-bloodstream area for water and sugar, a little like how a camel's hump works, so it might not only be "OMG did anyone water Spock today!?" But also "OMG Spock fainted, somebody get him fruit juice!" *frantic running to the mess hall* *20 ccs of sugar* "I told you to drink more sugary stuff, our artificial light here just can't give you as much energy as your THREE ENTIRE SUNS back home, you ****ing idiotic hobgoblin!" *definitely not crying over Spock's wellbeing*

Idk what would make up the rest of their torso since they don't need as much space for organs. Heart, lungs, liver, one intestine + waste management, storage stomach, and the rest of ours is primarily taken over by about 15 feet of scrunched intestines, so maybe for them it's all leg, or they could maybe have a redundant extra pair of lungs, and/or another heart, especially to lessen the workload since tree sap is significantly thicker than human blood? Or maybe all the water would thin it out? Or one heart is more connected to the skin where they absorb light energy and cycles the glucose-based blood (which goes from white to amber as they grow up) and the other heart connects more to the water/fruit juice storage stomach and cycles water as well as somehow sends old water off to get peed out? And they should also have an organ that somehow counters sunburn and helps then deal with their world's elevated levels of radiation.

So: two pairs of lungs (for no real reason), two hearts (and two circulatory systems?), one for water and one that's more for the nutrients of glucose from sunlight, a storage stomach, a liver, an organ that deals with radiation and sunburn, a short intestine for the undrinkable parts of potentially muddy/contaminated water, the rectum to poop out the mud, the kidneys/bladder/urinary system for old water, and I think that's it.

I've been occasionally researching (googling) during the process of writing this, and I found that trees actually do have 2 different kinds of sap! Phloem is the "more nutrient rich form, and flows from the leaves bringing sugars and hormones to nutrient-hungry parts of the plant," while Xylem "consists mostly of water" so it's perfectly reasonable for them to have 2 hearts, one for each kind!

But how can we design starships to be more Vulcan-friendly then, if they need so much light? Well first of all, having sugar as an option for hyposprays in the medbay/sickbay, as well as plenty of sugary drinks available in the replicators, and the sugary fruit drinks shouldn't "cost" as much in rations since the Vulcans sort of need it as much as they need water when they aren't able to access direct sunlight. Speaking of which, all the hallways should have strips of light off to the side (one on the floor and another shining down from the ceiling above it) that the Vulcan crewmembers can walk through, and there should be a solarium room which does its best to replicate at least the lighting and radiation conditions of Vulcan (the planet). This solarium should have the light panels be able to slide away to reveal actual windows, and starships with any Vulcans in their crew should be required to spend a minimum amount of time every so often in orbit of an actual sun or star system so that the Vulcans can have genuine sunlight. It would be really funny if Spock just had a spotlight that follows him around like Olaf's snow cloud in Frozen, but it would be more practical if his station on the bridge just had extra light panels which are positioned in some way so as not to shine in his eyes. Also, this photosynthesis sort of depends on their skin actually being exposed to light, so the uniform would probably be modified for Vulcans to be short sleeves and shorts despite how weird that would be, or it would be designed like tinted glass somehow, or... some other way of letting the light in without being immodest, idk

And now for a very important question: some trees are deciduous, yes? Oh dang it I just googled whether Vulcan has seasons and the answer was no. Scrolling down pointed out that Vulcan is a desert planet and so they'd naturally be able to go without water for longer periods of time than humans. That second one is okay, that's why they have a water storage organ sort of like camels, and I guess maybe they wouldn't need so much water after all. More like cacti than trees. But the no axis tilt / no seasons thing sort of cancels out what I was about to write :(

I'll write it anyway. Let's pretend for a second that Vulcan has seasons, because this whole thing can really apply to "photosynthetic humanoids" in general, not just photosynthetic Vulcans in particular. So, I was about to talk about deciduous trees :) When the seasons shift towards winter, the sunlight is weaker, trees go red before losing their leaves and sort of hibernating, right? Well what if Vulcans start going pale, then yellowy, and eventually taking on a pale reddish hue, and since they can't lose their skin to conserve energy, they consume as much sugar/fruit juice as they can over a period of a few weeks, before going into hibernation like bears?

This means that your Vulcan crewmate is kind of useless for at least a quarter of every year, which isn't really a problem unless they're a senior officer, but if they ARE a senior officer, they better have an apprentice or someone who can cover for them while they hibernate. Maybe another Vulcan from the opposite side of the planet, who would naturally hibernate during the opposite half of the year.

Would this Vulcan and their opposite-side-of-the-planet counterpart be best friends, or bitter rivals? Who knows!

Now, starships do not actually have seasons, so the hibernation cycle wouldn't be technically necessary. The Vulcan has two options: either slowly adjust to the year-round availability of sunlight over a period of multiple years so that they don't have to abandon their crew for a few months out of every year (and be SEVERELY messed up if they ever retire and go back to the hypothetical version of Vulcan which has seasons), OR, make sure that the availability of light mimics the seasonal cycle of pretend-Vulcan-with-seasons so that they can have their hibernation cycle properly. (Clearly the better option if they aren't a senior officer, especially if they don't plan to spend the rest of their life on the ship.)

Also it would be really cute to see what kind of pillow fort nest Spock would probably end up making in his quarters to hibernate in. I wonder if they'd visit him.

DO NOT WAKE THE HIBERNATING SPOCK. Google says waking up an animal from hibernation too early can have fatal consequences. On the other hand, it also said bears can wake themselves up immediately to protect cubs if necessary or if they're startled awake, so maybe he can respond to red alerts. However going based off the first point, it might be necessary to completely soundproof his quarters and make sure he remains undisturbed. And yet another possibility is that photosynthetic Vulcans wouldn't need to hibernate at all if they come from a part of the planet which is mostly friendly year-round (which would technically be true, since it doesn't actually have seasons at all, and they would choose to have civilizations in the most habitable areas. Maybe civilizations closer to the poles would have Vulcans that are naturally paler or more reddish, like how the Aenar on the Andorian homeworld are blind and paler.)

Animals coming out of hibernation can have lost up to 30% of their body weight (over a QUARTER), so Vulcans coming out of hibernation would look so sick and weak, and they'd probably take a while to get their full green color back, and the more soft leafy areas of higher body fat would have shriveled into just the small scale-like leaves that make up the majority of their skin, and their uniforms would be all baggy on them, and the human crew would probably be so so so worried for them, especially the first few hibernation cycles

*Spock stumbles onto the bridge for the first time in several months, pale orange-red and extremely skinny* "Oh my god, Spock!" (overjoyed at his return) -- "Oh my god Spock you look like crap, are you alright?" (softer and full of concern upon actually noticing what he looks like) -- "This is perfectly normal, I'll be fine, you need me on du-" *faints*

#HI OKAY so I have a lot more like this: branch-off ideas about their reproduction and blood functionality and cute baby stuff and all that #and all of them are tagged “photosynthetic vulcans” so if you want to search for them that should work (it's worked for me)#vulcans #photosynthesis #photosynthetic humanoids #photosynthetic vulcans #hibernation #star trek #star trek tos #spock #biology theorization #speculative biology #(I am not a botanist or a biologist but I'd love to talk about SPECIFICALLY how this would work with someone who is haha :))#disclaimer: this is indeed extremely long and nerdy #I didn't realize at first that this got saved as a draft #so for a devastating few hours from roughly 2 in the morning until a couple hours after I woke up #I genuinely thought ALL of this was GONE. Deleted.#and I tried to start recreating it but I was just so damn heartbroken over losing literally hours worth of work that I just couldn't do it #so I am extremely grateful for the fact that it got saved as a draft #but A LITTLE WARNING WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE #because I had gone to a different site to do research and then stepped away to unplug the phone and plug in a portable charger instead #and when I came back #the post was EMPTY #just blank. The “create a new post” screen. I was in shock and denial and very upset.#it was probably 1:30 in the morning and I was unprepared to deal with it #so I know none of that matters but if you are reading these tags then THANK YOU because a fuck ton of emotions went into this

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thaliagrayce · 1 year

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@tinybro had thoughts about a CHB!Jason au and it gave me thoughts and now i'm giving those thoughts back but they got uhhh.... pretty long

Jason grew up in CHB and ran away with Nico when Nico left. Excellent! They’re best friends and travel together and all that. Nico still has his crush on Percy for a while at the beginning, Jason goes with Nico partially as a way to get back at Thalia for joining the hunters. The two of them had been getting along really well! Thalia had been a little bit bossy and all that, but she used to change his diapers. He understood, and he was doing SO well getting her to accept him as a mature adult (12-year-old child) and then she made this huge decision without even talking to him first and he was upset. Thus, he left with Nico and never looked back.

Jason—as a child of Jupiter—does not have the same freedoms as Nico in the Underworld and isn’t allowed down there whenever he wants. Jason is supposed to wait on the surface when Nico pops down for whatever reason, but Hades turns a blind eye if Jason ends up getting closer. As long as he doesn’t cross the ferry and go through the gates, nobody can accuse him of favoritism. (Hades does, in fact, like Jason (after an adjustment period!!!). Jason is very good for Nico. But Hades would never hear the end of it if he let some random demigod into his domain without at least /trying/ to trap him down there. Orpheus would stage a coup.)

(COMPLETELY UNRELATED BUT JASON DEVELOPS A FRIENDSHIP WITH CHARON FROM ALL THE TIMES HE’S JUST STANDING AROUND ON THE BANKS OF THE STYX WAITING FOR NICO TO GET BACK. HE TEACHES CHARON YO-YO TRICKS OR SOMETHING.)

The two of them learn about Camp Jupiter and Jason’s true heritage. They check it out and accidentally become, like, swords for hire or something. Jason isn’t going to give up traveling with Nico, are you kidding? Doesn't matter if he supposedly ~belongs here~ or not, he likes where he is now. On the other hand, they can’t just do nothing when these people are planning to take down Mount Othrys. Jason sticks around Camp Jupiter to help them out and Nico helps at CHB and they iris message each other daily to share intel and try not to get too lonely.

(What really grabbed my interest was the plot of HoO, though, so we skip to that now :3c)

In the aftermath of the Titan War, Nico went to the Underworld solo and pulled Hazel out. Jason was waiting for them at the exit doors. He gives Nico and Hazel time to bond as siblings and takes on all the chores of, like, getting food and setting up camp and stuff as they make their way to CJ. All this to say that by the time they get to CJ, Hazel and Nico are close! They’re siblings! And Hazel knows Jason, but she isn't nearly as close with him. She knows he won't let her die and she knows that he cares about her brother, but sometimes she doesn't quite get what his angle is.

Frank has been at CJ for a lot longer for… reasons that I don’t care enough to figure out. He’s established enough to be the one camp swapped, though, so he’s off in CHB right now learning how to interact with his Very welcoming sister Clarisse. Which means he’s not available for the quest :'( which gets assigned to… Percy? For reasons? Because Mars hates him and wants Percy to do his dirty work while Percy can’t remember shit? Because he thinks Percy will fail and he wants to laugh at it? No idea, logic doesn’t matter, plot ONLY. Anyway.

Percy and Hazel are going on the quest for suresies, but they need a third and Percy wants it to be Jason. Jason immediately protests that he’s not a viable option, he’s not a centurion here—but someone reminds him that he’s helped them in the past. He might not be a centurion by technicality, but he’s the Hero of Mount Othrys. His father is still a Roman god. Branded or not, he belongs here. (they have never given up hope that he’ll join up one day.) Jason tries to fight it a little more, but Nico stops him with a hand to his shoulder or something.

It’s alright, Nico says, he has to go to the underworld for a while anyway. There’s an errand that he’s been putting off because he hadn’t found a proper babysitter for Jason yet. He knows Jason will be safe with Hazel, so he can go take care of what he needs to. Works out perfect.

Jason can read between the lines—Nico wants him to protect Hazel and keep an eye on Percy—but doesn’t like the separation. In the end, he goes, though. All the canon bonding scenes between Hazel and Frank go to Hazel and Jason this time, and they’re completely platonic. He becomes a sort of second brother to her. Jason’s shit at lying and hiding things, so Percy finds out that he knew Jason even before he gets his memories back, and it’s a bit tense there afterward, but whatever. They get back to New Rome in time to save the day and meet the Argo II and Jason only climbs aboard at first because he’s making sure Hazel gets there safely, she still doesn’t have a whole lot of experience on the battlefield. He gets knocked out by the plot convenience brick while he’s on deck and nobody bothers to move him <3

When they find out about where Nico is and where he’s been, Jason absolutely flips his shit. This surprises everyone except Hazel. Jason has always been the gentler one of the Runaway Duo, and the members of the Argo II realize that’s because Nico The Grouch somehow brings out the best in Jason. Percy is initially against finding Nico—maybe phrased a bit gentler this time, with both Hazel AND Jason staring him down—and Jason yells at him so bad he starts crying. (Jason starts crying, not Percy.) There’s a lot of bottled up resentment that Percy did Not know about and they don’t talk to each other for a while after that.

(surprise, some of the resentment is because jealousy! Nico told Jason about how he had a crush on Percy sometime during their years together and Jason—who hadn’t even realized boys were an option until this very moment—can’t fathom for the life of him what Percy Jackson did to deserve that. Jason can make storms with his mind, too.)

#mj talks #chb!jason au #oh god there was so much tumblr said i couldn't have it all in one text post #just wait. there's more. i promise this is not the first draft of a fic.#i warned you it was long!!!! i warned you there was a lot!!!!#alright hold on let me get the rest of this out

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whiskeysorrows · 6 months

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from the cannibal to his lover by Patroclus Minh

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my love,

i still remember the night they came — that is, i remember the dulled haze, the cocked barrel of a shotgun staring down at us. how, one summer, i crushed poppies between my palms. & how it stains now. the wailing splatter to blend with the crime. it’s sick:

the sight of your bones upon my bones, the taste of your flesh inside my flesh. here: my depravity. here: your love, your love. won’t you deny a starving thing this feast? i came here, stricken, stumbling, to be cast as both predator & prey. hoping, hoping whatever meal will reveal itself. i came begging for whatever cruel fists to glutton myself on. tender tendrons,

slick muscles to slip my tongue between. that autumn in the rain, every droplet like gasoline, your touch like a flitting flame on september night. your hands, your hands. the taming of a beast seeking rotted meat. your lips parted in muffled laughter (lips that tasted like ash & the scent of petrol & cheap rose wine from sainsbury’s). & my shaking, soaked frame draped in your leather jacket — the most patient lover;

a warm dinner baking in the oven. your belly rolls softer than bread bought fresh from the bakery in Soho. my tentative fingers tracing constellations in the drizzled dressing. & there are times when i can’t stomach a meal, your soothing smile churning in acid. times when my monstrosity casts itself unto the light. when you’d pull me closer to your carcass & point my teeth to your heart. (& when you hold me like all things desperate to be saved & when you murmur sweet nothing in my ear & when you hum billie holiday & —)

what a sin, don’t you think? this forsaken feast below darkened streetlights. our appetite consuming worship in devotion. in devoration. do you remember the night they found us? when they dragged me off your ribs, this prison between us. when peristalsis became confession instead of repentance. do you remember how your intestines gutted & spilled & claimed your name for their cage? how our apartment flooded with punishing blue light, how your mother’s favourite vase shattered under their brutal boots.

the day after they left, after i swept away the glass & broken beer bottles, after i punched the wall & tried to imagine you kissing away the bruise, i swore to myself i’ll be the animal they want. i’ll sing an ode to you while rome burns. i’ll be the moon in that holy night.

my love, my love. what i mean is: i’ll wait a lifetime for you. i’ll gift my hunger your veins. i’ll howl this injustice at the sky like coyotes screaming. my love, my love, won’t you stay?

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#i have been told that this sounds like smut so be warned #first draft #realised I hadn't posted any writing in ages #cannibalism #as a metaphor for homosexuality and devotion #mine; words and more #love poetry #spilled ink #this is not a love story #trans poets on tumblr #spilled writing #mortem sibi consciscere #writings #words #prose poetry

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vimbry · 1 year

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cowtown, become a robot, and rhythm section want ad feel like pieces of a trilogy

#something very joyful in their experimentation just for the fun of making music #become a robot almost feels like a draft of rhythm section want ad where both encapsulate their mission statements as artists #the former feels like a lamentation for others not to have their spirit crushed by committee #''whoops too late'' because they've seen it happen to many people already #the latter seems more insular and specifically only about their own music and how people have misinterpreted it #it's more aggressive. as if the warning of become a robot didn't get the message across strong enough the first time #which is interesting because they really don't tend to make overtly autobiographical songs?? but this was early on #altho it's also kind of a funny song because they Did expand their band beyond themselves eventually. it did take another decade

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green-eyes-and-orange-ties · 1 year

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🍋 Lemon Boys 🍋

Sparked from the Season 2 poster of Sebastian wearing Augur uniform and the idea that Sebastian might move in with Styx. I like the idea of him staying with Styx and feeling safe because of Styx's magic.

Key, latch, door. *Thud* Bag.floor.

As Seb dropped his bag he could feel the floor rushing to meet him, but two hands grabbed him first.

"Hey hey" then more gently, edged in concern "Bas?"

The Irish lilt brought his mind back from blankness, as he realised he was only half standing, propped up by Styx. Eyes closed, arms lead-heavy at his side. Seb didn't even attempt to move, what's the point he'd probably just end up on the hallway floor.

"mmfine"

Seb went to move away but as soon as his head lost contact Styx's shoulder, he lost contact with reality. A single hand guided him back, the other hadn't let go of his jacket. 'I should take that off' Sebastian thought vaguely.

"Like hell you are! you're dead on your feet! Whatd they make you do today?"

No answer, but Styx could feel Sebastian grimace against his shoulder and his own jaw tighten in response.

"Yea yea NDA blah blah. Come on let's get this off ya"

Styx started helping Sebastian roll the Augur jacket off his shoulders. The jacket bit was easy, swapping out Seb's shirt? That was harder, it relied on Seb being able to stand unaided and right now that seemed alot to ask.

"mmjust" Seb paused waiting for his breath to catch up "mmjust tired"

"Yeah, and I'm just old. Whydya have to and sign the flamin contract anyway ya eejit?"

No response. Not that Styx had really expected one. Just as he hadn't been expecting the new bruises making a patchwork of new and old across Seb's torso. It's hard to believe there was even space for new ones.

"Easy. Easy does it." Styx could have cursed the person responsible... would have if he knew who... or even where. Instead he settled for hissing through his teeth.

"Mmmfinedontworry" it came out more slurred than Seb had intended.

Does it count as slurring words if you sigh them all together? The thought floated through Seb's mind, as he sounded about as coherent as the rest of his world. Styx pulled an oversized shirt on to Seb ignoring his tired attempts at reassurance.

"You gonna sleep tonight?" Styx half asked, half instructed.

"You ever feel you've outlived your usefulness? Like maybe on the ship I ..."

"Fuck off with that right now."

"I just mean, sometimes feel like yea I survived ... but was I meant to? I feel like now I'm in a timeline that doesn't want me ... you know?"

"What I know is that you're here and that there's no use tryna guess what the 'universe' - or whatever - thinks of that."

Silence.

"Come on you'll feel better after you've slept." Styx threw a pillow at Seb.

Sleep. The word itself seemed to have a soporific effect on Seb and he felt his eyes welling up at the thought of being able to go to sleep.

"Look ya don't have to sleep in the bedroom, I was gonna watch something - if I can get the feckin screen to work - you can join if ya want."

Seb crumbled into corner of the sofa mumbling something about 'wards' and 'staying up' as sleep took over.

"Yeah, yeah, don't ya worry about that. I'll stay up and keep em goin" though Styx wasn't entirely sure whether Sebastian heard. Throwing a blanket over Seb, Styx glanced at the TV screen

"Yeah. No. Fuck that piece of shite."

He pulled a book from the stack on the coffee table and settled in to 'keep watch'. What did missing one night's sleep matter, he had forever to catch up anyway.

#CW swearing #cw implied violence #CW implied suicidal ideation #i love them your honour #lemon boys #i mean maybe Seb is in Augur clothes to work a desk job we dont know! however...#first draft written over lunchtime Beans so there are likely to be errors ... just as a lil warning #lunchbreak writings #dunno if this is fan-fiction? ficlet? idk - feel free to let me know and i'll amend the tags #Disclaimer: not used other peoples characters/every really gotten into fanfiction previously so if there are tags i should use lemme know #sebastian fen #Styx #night shift podcast #night shift pod #NSP

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