i don’t know what it is about bagginshield that makes it so appealing. all the fanfics are so good. the fanart is amazing. i think about them at least once a day.

WHAT IS IT……… why do they have such a grip on me………… what makes them so different from other pairings………

how do u picture Leto (pjo)? like ik gods look how they want, but do u think that Apollo or Arty may keep some of their features to resemble hers, or vice versa??

I think that even if gods can look however they want, they do have some sort of "original form" that is influenced by their family. For example, technically Artemis and Apollo never met Koios, since he was imprisoned in Tartarus long before their birth, but according to Percy, Artemis has his cold eyes and Apollo has his smile, which means that hereditary traits in gods ARE indeed a thing in the rrverse. Either that or they modelled their features after Leto and Leto modelled hers after Koios, which would have some really interesting implications in regards to her loyalty to Zeus. ANYWAY

This is to say that I do think that they look like her to some degree. I imagine that Apollo has her light eyes and hair and her warm skin, but is overall different from a structural point of view, while Artemis keeps Leto's softer shapes in her child form

As for Leto herself, according to Theoi she's the goddess of motherhood and protector of the young, so I always imagined her to have some sort of motherly presence. She's comforting and she looks like the kindest of souls and even if you don't know her you know that you can trust her 💕 hopefully her clothing shows that too

My last six months in a nutshell.

ahhh i love the smell of shippers brain rot at 1 in the morning

i’ll be real i did kinda forget how to draw him but im back in business now

Because I don't like posting on tiktok I'm just gonna post this here. ANYWHO

Fic: Anti-hero by @rweoutofthewoods

I HIGHLY SUGGEST READING THIER PATHOLOGICAL PEOPLE PLEASER FIC!!!!

Whenever I hear things to do by Alex G I think of Holt Hyde but like more specifically during Ghouls Rule because of how he wasnt always brought around because people liked his company but because they preferred to have him around vs. being around Jackson even though they both share the same body and are BOTH half normie and half monster and that Jackson just happens to be normie passing, and how quickly and easily it led to him almost dying over a false accusation about something juvenile and petty and how eager the police and normie school were to kill him even though he was CLEARLY a child and I-

Hi hope ur doing well! I just wanted to drop by to say i love your sukuna headcanons and fics and that your soccer au of him actually reminded me of a real player LOL. his name is sergio ramos and is known for being an aggressive defender but also has no actual scandals and has sexy tattoos and an undercut. Ik this is v random but he just really reminded me of your football player! sukuna so im just gonna pretend its him from now haha

footballer sukuna manifests ramos and zlatan the moment someone so much as touches him....thinking about how footballer sukuna is like an itch that never goes away. getting under everyone's skin and riling them up, stay mad about it—"who do you think is the best player in the world?" asks a reporter at a pre-match conference and sukuna replies, "that's the dumbest question i've ever heard," shrugging off any doubt about it, because of course the answer was as obvious as his cocky smile or the ego that inflates and grows to be as big as the room—oh how arrogant is he.

'he's so disrespectful,' they say when he does a little dance after every goal, or when he sticks his tongue out just to show off the new piercing. the cameras zoom in on him and your breath hitches at the way his smile is so daring and confident. there’s no hidden mirth and it’s not to tease, this is one of pure, unadulterated, triumph because his skill is indisputable. and he loves taking his sweet time basking in the spotlight, the spectacle that is sukuna the striker and his never-ending tantrums or the over-the-top, comical bouts of fake-injuries.

but this is no time for his antics, even his own teammates are sick of it. "get the fuck up," nanami sneers from above his form, curled up in a fetal position. they're one-nil down into additional minutes and it's the only time kento's ever had anyone get on his nerves this much, something about the dane's calm and collected resolve slipping, blonde hair frazzled and coming undone from its neat do, there's no doubt he's fuming. he slips a few curses when the ref makes his way over, and what people see is a head of rose pink looking up without a speck of guilt in his face.

but he does take his time in other ways too. during the moments where you've got him all to yourself and he bends you every which way, in all sorts of positions. just because he can, because he needs it.  “slow down…” he groans into your neck, hearing you whine desperately in reply, ass bucking up to feel him, wanting more, “i said slow down,” a warning slipping past gritted teeth. sukuna's buried deep, throbbing and so hot inside. you submit so well, so pliant and willing, but he doesn't want to rush this, in fact, he's been keeping you on edge for the past four hours. his palm coming down harshly against your ass, right where it’ll sting the least, he knows you're still sensitive.

somewhere sailing off the coast of ibiza, you'd think there would be enough privacy away from photographers and fans, but alas, he's been pouting nonstop, giving you quick, short answers and avoiding your gaze. "you're not wearing your ring...if you wanted a divorce you could've just said so..." he admits after you confront him about his temper tantrums. "it's a very expensive ring 'kuna, and we're in the middle of the sea?" you try to explain, but he huffs. stomps around the deck with his bulking frame growing twice in size.

"i'll make it up to you," you purr, finding that perfect spot in between his legs to fit yourself onto. familiar and new at the same time, just the scene of watching him struggle, watching his grapple between wanting to stay mad at you and leaving his petty feelings aside. stripping them off the same way his fingers do with your swimsuit, gently lowering the flimsy coverup to reveal soft, warm skin, a little sweaty from the heat, from the sun that beats down but he can't get enough, doesn't care about the sunburn or the freckles, but hopes that as he's leaving kisses behind, or pinning you down on a tiny bench, he'll take the brunt of it. (and he does, marca gets a great cover shot of a reddening tattooed back on a yacht)

(...bet he has a whole playlist customized to his workouts, humming all the bubbly kpop tunes and singing in tune to mitski while he's lifting weights and isn't ashamed of it either. "folklore is great," he tells you, pumping iron or running on a treadmill at a steady 7.0, there's a cute little grin on his face, somewhat childish in manner when he leans over and whispers, "but it's not as good as SOS...")

This is The Art of Seclusion series on AO3 by @asirensrage 💗

OKAY NEXT WRITER I WANNA SCREAM ABOUT THAT GOT ME ROLLING ON THE GROUND FOR WEEKS BCS THEIR WW CHARACTERISATION IS SO??? IT HAUNTS ME PLEASE READ IT???

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47749684

The best world building I’ve ever read was a fantasy au iwaoi fic I read in 2021

something something winners of the best atla ship—

[ID: a screenshot of a google doc that reads:

“They take Zuko’s war balloon, and Sokka… Doesn’t know what to do with his hands.

It occurs to him that this is the first time in a while where he hasn’t had anyone to look after, where he hasn’t been looking over his shoulder to make sure they have everyone, where his hand wasn’t drifting to his sword or preparing food or tracing their route.

He’s just idle, watching Zuko fly a war balloon that Sokka helped build, fiddling with his hands because he doesn’t know where else to put them.

Zuko’s hands are steady as they pump fire into the balloon, but when the flames die down, they fiddle just like Sokka’s.

(Maybe he’s not the only one who doesn’t know where to put his hands.)” /End Id.]

I can’t watch this moment and not think about them having started sleeping together at this point and having to hide their relationship from Nina.

Sometimes I'm feeling down, but then I remember that Haru canonically has been in Mexico and joy returns to my life ～⁠(⁠つ⁠ˆ⁠Д⁠ˆ⁠)⁠つ⁠｡⁠☆💙💙💙💙

Finally that edit I did last September is starting to make sense:

Okay u know what I'm not cleaning this up but still throwing it out because I think it's cool

you may or may not have been gifted the gift of prophecy by apollo in terms of your villain jay idea (talking abt ninjago)

God i hope not