you know i think it would be absolutely hilarious if after some time Percy would get so fed up by Mr. D never calling him by his actual name so Percy would just decide to do the exact same thing to him and start calling him anything but Mr. D/Dionysus
like mr. D would be like "Hey Peter Johnson" and Percy would turn around and with a straight face be like " yes, Dave?" and everyone else is just watching horrified like wtf Percy? do you want to be turned into a cockroach????
or Percy would be talking with someone and be like " Derek told me-"
" who..?"
"you know our camp director? god of wine and all that?"
"......you mean mr. D./Dionysus "
"yeah Dylan...so anyways he told me-"
and then it would become this thing between Percy and Mr. D where they would always try to come up with the most stupid and outrageous wrong names to annoy each other as much as they possibly can
everyone is horrified at Percy and just waiting for Dionysus to smite him but Percy and Mr. D are secretely having a fucking blast
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i feel like modern aus with paldulcie tend to place them as a well adjusted happy couple but ya know what. they are not innocent from the dyke drama. they've got an inappropriate age gap. ten years of long-distance letter writing. an unrequited marriage proposal. where are the aus where they're in a fraught on again off again situationship. they're in love. they're not dating. they're everything to each other. its not a relationship. camilla is also there.
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definitely do not think about being called tons of masc terms by an f/o. if you’re comfortable with it of course, they make sure before doing so. maybe they start with calling you the petnames/nicknames they’d usually use for you, calling you handsome along with it (‘hey, handsome man’ or a ‘hi, my sweet, handsome boy.’) maybe you like being called pretty boy too, they’d definitely ask first. maybe they focus on the features they adore the most about you.
maybe you ask to be reassured with such words because you feel comforted by it and they don’t mind doing so, but in the end they really do think those sweet things that they mumble in your ear.
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I'm only learning today that (1) Dr. Kureha was likely married (2) Her ring is an important character detail noted by Oda to not to forget to include in her design (x).
Who was her spouse? Who is Kureha? Does she have any connection to Trafalgar family? By any chance - was her husband a Trafalgar?
She kinda has some tribal style tattoos too.
Kureha was the first person to mention the will of D, which means she knew someone who has the middle name and/or someone who knew the significance of the name. She's also the oldest living human (barring Imu and Gorosei - who might not be humans at all) who knows a "secret of youth" that she wants to share, contrasting Law who posseses the power to give eternal life in cost of his own. A peculiar detail I liked is that she likes pickled plums, which Law apparently hates. This reminds of Rosinante who is widely regarded as Law's guardian.
I think Oda originally wanted her to be a former pirate in Roger's ship but changed his mind later. I'm probably reaching with my speculations but there's no doubt that Kureha's background will have a lot to unpack.
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astarion who, under his mask of confidence and charm, cannot fathom why someone would not only offer their neck up willingly, but continue to offer it again, and again, and again; at least, not without an ulterior motive, not without something to gain from it.
who eventually, as their “nightly arrangement” continues on, is forced to come to terms with the fact that they let him feed from them just to see the flush on his cheeks and on the tips of his ears—just to see that he’s well-fed. the fact that they seem convinced that he, just like any of the others, deserves to eat.
astarion who lashes out, calls them foolish or naïve, and when he remarks how easy it would be to kill them right then and there, it’s not so much a threat as it is an admission; not even the grimmest of folktales grasp how maddening the bloodlust can be. how the hunger and the ache tear at his stomach every waking moment; how, when their pulse is so near it sounds like war drums pounding in his ears, a persistent voice in the back of his head thrums for more, more, tear them apart.
astarion who expects the curtain to fall at any moment—it would be easier, in a way, if the act of drinking their blood was as violent as he’d seen of him; all spurting blood, clawing, screaming, desperate thrashing growing weaker and weaker as the life leaves their bodies. it would be easier if they saw him for every bit the monster that the thing gnawing at the frays of his soul pleads with him to be—and yet, every time he pulls himself away from their neck, their blood sitting warm in his belly, they gaze up at him with a look so gentle, so fond, not for the monster he fears—believes—he is, but for the man behind those blood-drunk eyes.
astarion who nearly breaks one night, when their hand comes up to run gentle fingers through his hair as he drinks his fill—and when he feels his lips begin to tremble against their skin, even he can’t quite tell whether his restraint is faltering, or he’s about to cry.
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whatever you do today, do NOT imagine Azriel and Gwyn singing softly to soothe one another, okay? Do not imagine Azriel, alone in the dark as a child, singing softly to soothe himself. Do not imagine Gwyn singing to the children in the temple after they had a bad dream. Certainly do NOT imagine baby!Azriel wishing desperately for someone to do that for him 🤷🏻♀️ You might break your own heart
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