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remakethestars · 3 years

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CABIN 7 — APOLLO

Headcanons.

❝There ought to be more drama, I think. A musical crescendo. Confetti.❞

— Jess Cooper, I Am Still Alive

Headcanon masterlist.

Oh, boy — this is my cabin, y'all; buckle up! 😁

Not all Apollo kids are good at everything their dad's good at, okay? I sure as heck can’t paint or play an instrument.

TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of violence?

They run an underground tattoo parlor.

That's where Will & Butch got their respective sun & rainbow tats.

Apollo kids with lyrics tattooed into their skin.

Rick says there isn't much by way of décor inside, which is f*in' B.S. Apollo's the god of art; those walls have been graffitied Tangled style.

🎶 i'll paint the walls some more — i'm sure there's room somewhere! 🎶

The east wall is covered in a landscape of a sunrise, & the west has a sunset (because the sun rises in the east & sets in the — yeah, I'll see myself out).

The north & south walls & the ceiling are white, though, because it really brightens/opens up the space (C7 has the 2ⁿᵈ most campers under C11 because Apollo's a slut; things can get a little crowded in the summer).

When there’re celebrations, the artistically inclined kids bust out the face paint. Especially for the younger campers.

The artistically inclined are the ones that paint the camp beads for the end of the summer. Despite the numbers, it doesn’t take them as long as one might think.

Rick said the ceiling had cedar beams, but we're not gonna do Cyparissius dirty like that. Cypress wood is good for building; the beams are cypress. You know what? F*ck you — the whole dang cabin's cypress!

There’s a massive, potted aloe vera plant by the steps that gets moved into the C4 greenhouse in the winter. It’s one of those old ones — because everyone knows the old aloe plants work better for burns & blisters than these sh¡tty new ones. (It’s constantly getting broken off to heal burns & stuff.)

Rick said there are potted red & purple hyacinths in the window & yellow flowers from Delos. That's true.

I'd say the flowerbeds around the cabin are full of healing plants, but I feel like they'd be better off around the infirmary for obvious reasons.

I do feel like there's a laurel tree planted outside C7, though, because Apollo's a pining b¡tch.

And there's an actual infirmary building, okay? Rick's kinda inconsistent about that. Sometimes he says "infirmary," sometimes he says the Big House is running over with injured, & apparently there's a cot dead center for injured in C7? B.S.

Or maybe I've just read too much fanfic, and the authors don't get it right?

Either way, there's an infirmary building with surgery & delivery rooms. One floor. Locker room for C7 kids to store their scrubs & sh¡t.

They go for yellow scrubs, though, because orange C.H.B. scrubs make them look like escaped convicts.

Fun Band-Aids™

They give out little orange stickers with laurels around the edges that are like I voted! stickers, but they're injury-specific.

I got my leg(s) reattached! & Percy Jackson shot me in the butt! & I ticked off Clarisse! & I made out with an Aphrodite kid in the poison ivy! & I fell off the lava wall! & I got pranked by the Stolls!

After a war or just when there’re a lot of campers in the infirmary, there seems to be a constant flow of Apollo kids singing one hymn to their father in unison to heal someone.

Sometimes, an unconscious camper wakes in a cot & thinks they’ve died & gone to the wrong afterlife for a moment because their singing sounds like angels.

The medically inclined wash their hands like surgeons.

Kind of germophobic?

They also go around tying surgeons knots in everything.

In the summer, they’re walking Banana Boat sunscreen & after-sun aloe lotion dispensers.

The medically inclined also have the world’s sh¡ttiest handwriting.

They have to work hard to fix it if it bothers them.

Can check your vitals & run a blood test just by touching you.

A lot of them casually touch their loved ones (at least, the ones that aren’t in C7) every morning to check their vitals & see how their health’s doing.

They do it subconsciously every time they touch someone & don’t notice it until they pick up something’s wrong.

They can do this for themselves as well. Though it may not be as accurate? And they take daily vitamins depending on what they need.

Organize their lives via pill box (never lose an earring).

Fight surgically. Every blade in their hands becomes a scalpel, & every time they’re going in for a kill against an armed anthropomorphic monster, they slice the tendons in its arm required to grip its weapon to disable it before going in for the kill.

Back to C7, it’s got a little porch with a porch swing. The kids sit on it sometimes & teach people how to play instruments.

They leave the porch light on at night when they’re waiting for one of their siblings to come home from a quest.

Jumping into the depressing sh¡t, they never found Michael’s body, so they only presumed him dead. They leave the porch light on every night now, hoping he’ll come home.

Apollo kids are afraid of the dark. They use the buddy system after the sun goes down.

The cabin’s central light fixture is a papier-mâché sun that’s been charmed to glow when someone sings 🎶 clap on 🎶 & stop glowing when someone sings 🎶 clap off. 🎶

The curtains are a gold fabric. They’re only closed at night. Because, again, C7 kids are afraid of the dark.

The Wikipedia says Apollo kids are cursed to be afraid of snakes (I assume by the Python Apollo killed). I feel like they’d burn a lot of aster leaves then. I read somewhere it was said by the Greeks to ward off evil spirits & snakes.

They play Go Fish with their tarot cards. They’re really good at tarot games.

Hand-drawn tarot decks featuring figures form Greek myth.

There’s a target on the back wall they practice throwing cards at. They can throw them in combat for a distraction with terrifying accuracy.

There’s a Magic 8 ball that’s passed around on the Winter Solstice (the longest night of the year), when — as a headcanon I’m sure I’ve read somewhere has indicated — they’re up all night.

Crystal balls are allowed. However, they must be covered with a cloth or placed in a box when not in use because they’re double-convex lenses, & we don’t want another incident like the fire of 1993.

Sometimes, they make little predictions throughout the day other campers may find disturbing. Such as whipping around and catching a stray arrow without warning (spidey sense?). Or cutting you off when you’re talking about someone moments before they walk into the room.

There’s a tea cart in the corner. Because tea is good for healing & they’ve accumulated an addiction.

The cart has a radio on it that’s always on at night because a lot of C7 kids can’t sleep without noise. (Inspired by @sugarandspiceandkindanice.)

Most of the time, it’s on a nearby country station that actually plays good country at night. But sometimes they switch channels — especially when there’s a new kid settling in & they could use the comfort.

There’s a portable record player there too. The shelves under the cart are full of C.D.s & records.

I’m sure I’ve read a headcanon somewhere that they sing every morning while getting ready for the day. That’s true.

The number of times it’s been “When Will My Life Begin” from Tangled is disturbing, though.

🎶 seven a.m., the usual morning lineup! 🎶

Luke said in The Lightning Thief C11 is up at 07:00 & breakfast is at 08:00, I think, but we all know Apollo’s waking his kids up when the sun rises.

A lot of the time, someone will just start out with whatever song they have stuck in their head & everyone else will pick it up.

Sometimes, this leads to members having the aforementioned song stuck in their head for the rest of the day.

Even the people who aren’t musically inclined will sing along, as they’re usually drowned out by the music kids that get really into it.

So sometimes those not-music kids will find themselves singing by themselves during the day years later & are surprised to find — they actually sound good?? Or at least not bad??? And it’s because singing is a learned skill & they picked it up.

I’m sure I’ve also read a headcanon somewhere that they sing “Look Down” from Les Mis when they have to do menial chores, but I'm adding “It’s a Hard-Knock Life” from Annie, “Whistle While You Work” from Snow White, “Happy Working Song” from Enchanted, & the Smurf song.

They break into song all the time.

Lee was glaring at Tantalus once & made the mistake of saying, “Sometimes, I wish —” and the entire cabin broke out with “Bohemian Rhapsody.”

🎶 — i'd never been born at all! carry on, carry on… 🎶

As mentioned in at least The Lightning Thief & The Lost Hero, they spend a lot of time playing basketball. You can bet your butt they do a rendition of “Getcha Head in the Game” from High School Musical every time there’s a new camper passing by.

They have a sister named Jubilee, and every time someone greets her — "Hey, Jube!" — the entire cabin breaks into “Hey, Jude” by The Beetles.

🎶 hey, Jube! don't make it bad. take a sad song & make it better… 🎶

Sometimes, if there are two campers that really need to get together, C10′ll commission C7 to sing “Kiss the Girl” from The Little Mermaid (or the same song with different pronouns, obviously).

It’s usually a capella unless someone happens to have an instrument on them.

Rickrolling.

The “Macarena.”

Apollo takes clandestine recordings of their jam sessions & distributes them professionally. Whatever money’s made goes directly into their college funds or they periodically find it under their pillow tooth-fairy-style.

There’s a lot of denim because the artistic members like to paint on the backs of jackets & the pockets of jeans.

A lot of them have excellent aim with most projectiles, so they toss stuff to each other a lot. This results in them being oddly in sync, so they can catch something from another sibling without warning & without looking like Sam & Dean Winchester do in Supernatural.

Their life looks like a Dude Perfect trick shot video.

It also results in some funny looks when they hurl things halfway across camp to each other. Namely, the whistling Nerf football.

C7 is two stories. The second story has paint on every wall.

The east wall upstairs has arrows mounted that got Robin Hooded along with a little tag with the name of the C7 kid & the date it happened.

They also have arrows mounted from the first bullseye if there’s a member being taught.

Lots of musical instruments & art supplies up there.

There’s an old T.V. up there. They have all of Bob Ross’s show on V.H.S.

C7′s south wall (ground floor) holds the door to the bathroom on one side & a door leading to the stairs.

It also hosts framed photos of Charlotte, Lee, & Michael.

Instead of saying “shoot,” they say “loose.” For everything. Instead of saying “Shoot!” when they drop something, they say “Loose!”

It's kinda one of those things — like your friend starts saying something & you just integrate it into your vocabulary subconsciously.

They like to play a game where you shoot an arrow straight up & try to catch it as it comes back down.

That sounds really stupid on their part, but it actually comes in handy when someone tries to shoot them in combat & they catch the arrow, dumbfounding whoever's attempted to skewer them.

The cresting on their arrows is in Morse code of their nickname (·—— ·· ·—·· ·—··). They can take one look at an arrow & tell what’s whose.

And the paint color of the cresting tells them what kind of arrow it is — bullet tip, broadhead, explosive, etc.

Every bunk in C7 is made with hospital corners. No exceptions. The kids who aren’t medically inclined learn because all the beds being made the same way makes it look cleaner for inspection.

I can’t decide if Apollo kids have really good eyesight so they fit the Hawkeye bill or if they’ve all just read — Apollo’s the god of knowledge — & painted so much they’ve messed up their eyes.

The number of times one of them has used bowstring wax on an art project in a rush instead of glue is hilariously large.

I use String Snot, and it comes in a container that looks like a glue stick.

A lot of them wear bracers all the time.

When the time it takes to sling one’s quiver onto one’s back, grab one’s bow, knock an arrow, & draw is so long, one really doesn’t have time to also strap on their bracers before rushing out of the cabin to threaten a giant bronze dragon.

Not to mention if they use a recurve, they’ll also have to string their bow.

And a number of them do use recurves due to the abilities to both knock multiple arrows at once & to restring in the field.

Bows with risers coated in golden, reflective paint & limbs painted with artistic strokes.

Trick arrows are their jam. C9 is constantly being asked for new arrows.

Explosive arrows, sonic arrows, grappling hook arrows…

That’s another saying they’ve all taken to: “___ is my jam!”

There’s a bookshelf or reference material on Apollo for new C7 kids (as Rick’s indicated), but the rest of the case is full of medical journals & textbooks & books on art & poetry & divining the future.

A lot — if not all — of them have either gold flecks in their eyes or central heterochromia.

Freckles across their noses & shoulders & on the tips of their ears. Tans. Sun-bleached hair.

Long, nimble fingers perfect for playing musical instruments.

Either they hate the winter because the sun's out for less time (so you’ll find them walking around with blanched skin & faded freckles & with both a hoody & a parka on), or they’re perfectly fine with winter & are used by everyone around them as walking space heaters.

They spend a lot of time with Castor & Pollux.

Rachel sits at T7. She’s practically an Apollo kid at this point.

While her cave was being renovated, she stayed in C7.

Their dad’s the god of truth; none of these M.F.s can lie worth a sh¡t.

But, by the gods, they can tell when you’re lying.

And they take it as a personal insult. That you (A) would dare do something as immoral as lying in the first place & that you (B) would dare to insult their intelligence in such a way because you thought they couldn’t tell.

C6 & C7 are both known for reacting outrageously when their intelligence is insulted (see: chapter 10 of The Battle of the Labyrinth).

The more civil of the reactions of a C7 kid being lied to is cursing the liar to tell the truth, which I believe they can.

They can curse you to speak in rhyming couplets; they should be able to curse you to tell the truth.

You mean to tell me none of these kids have created a functioning Lasso of Truth yet?

This one's really long. 😅

A lot of people fancast Sam Claflin as Apollo, but I'm going with Ross Lynch. 'Cause I do what I want. 😎

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malfoys-demigod · 3 years

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You, Me, and Salsa Nights

Leo Valdez x Reader

A/N: It was brought to my attention that @kwilliamoon thinks my Leo fics are bomb and I love them so much for that. Enjoy, all!

Request from them: PLS PLS UHHHH CAN I REQUEST LIKE A LEO FIC WHERE HIM AND HIS GF ARE IN THR MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND THEY CANT SLEEP SO THEY GO INTO THEIR BIG LIVING ROOM AND HE KINDA TEACH HER SALSA OR SMTH AND THEY DANCE LIKE THAT IN A CUTE WAY??

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After another long-lasting and draining day at Camp Half-Blood, Leo Valdez was finally done with the day. It was Friday, which meant he went through the last of many things for the weekday. He was finished with the last cabin inspection first thing in the morning, greek classes, battle training, various activities and chores, competition, and campfire sing-along, which he was glad to avoid during the weekends, now that he could have the option to dodge the favorite hobbies of the children of Apollo.

With it being eleven o’clock in the evening, it was curfew time, and Leo felt a wave of relief the moment he crashed into his comfy single-bed. ‘Happy Friday indeed,’ he thought to himself as his eyes closed, breathing in slowly as he tried falling asleep.

It was only a few minutes past eleven o’clock when Leo’s face wrinkled in disappointment as he frustratingly sat back up, opening his irritated eyes. What was wrong with him? Why did he feel the need not to sleep at the moment? He shook his head and laid his back against the bed again, trying to knock himself asleep once again. He closed his eyes harder, trying to tell his body that it was time to doze off.

Not even one minute had passed when Leo’s head felt like an erupting volcano. He started grumbling curse words in Spanish as he sat back up again, placing his hand on his forehead. He looked around the room, examining all his half-siblings, who have succeeded in falling asleep unlike him, which made him envious of what they were doing at the moment. Since his body was not up for sleeping, he had no problem getting out of his steel bunk bed, actively, but slowly, to make sure he wouldn’t wake up anybody.

Luckily for him, he was nearby the iconic fire pole of his cabin, which comes down from the second floor, the floor he was currently at, all the way to the ground floor. He grabbed onto the pole and made his way down to the ground floor, which was always unclean and messy, filled with junk most of the time.

Leo looked around the room, checking out the workbench with overflew with scrap metal, screws, bolts, washers, nails, rivets, and a million other machine parts. He may have had the energy to get out of bed, but did not have the enthusiasm to do any work, plus, there was another chance of waking anyone up.

He made his way to the exit of the cabin, which had a lot of gears around, as he slowly opened the door and stood by the entrance of his cabin. He wasn’t scared of getting caught by authorities such as Mr. D or Chiron, because he was a counselor! He could have made a small, white lie and defended himself by saying he thought he heard someone try to sneak out. Besides, he knew a couple of people, cabin-mate or not, who would also be seen, awake at this ungodly hour.

Leo was leaning by the brick wall of the entrance, looking all the way at Cabin Four, the cabin covered in beautiful flowers and tomato plants, which would grow on the walls and doorway. It wasn’t hard for Leo to find his girlfriend, Y/N, who would be often seen at night, randomly watering the wildflowers and roses, which grow on the porch, as a way to serve her boredom at night. She too was someone who had trouble sleeping like Leo.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to discover that her boyfriend was up at night as well on that day. As she was watering the flowers, she noticed a small spot of fire from the corner of her eyesight, waving in mad directions. She looked up and turned to see a figure by Cabin Nine, waving around the small spot of fire she could feel from the corner of her eyesight.

There was a smile on her face the moment she realized that it was her boyfriend Leo, who was the one by the entrance of Cabin Nine. Y/N quickly finished watering the plants and discretely jogged from her cabin to Leo’s. Leo was opening his arms wide, as Y/N’s body crashed with his, hugging him as tight as she could.

Leo could hear small giggles from her girlfriend, as he pulled away to see that she was smiling happily from her giggles. “Couldn’t sleep again, mi amor?” he obviously asked her, placing a strand of her hair in the back of her ear.

Y/N nodded, “Guilty as charged.” Leo nodded as well, understanding her. “Me neither. And I even thought today was one of the most tiring days we’ve had,” he complained playfully.

Y/N laughed at his complaint, “You probably are starting to lack cardio, Valdez,” she sarcastically suggested, “I can’t sleep because I fear I might have nightmares,” she embarrassingly said, “like last night.” She looked down to the ground, contemplating on the nightmare she experienced recently.

Leo placed a finger on her chin, causing her to look back up at him. “Hey,” he quietly said, “Nightmares aren’t something to be ashamed of. We all get ‘em too, Y/N. Like literally, last week, I didn’t want to tell you this but I dreamt that Festus ate all my scrap metal, which caused me to wake up screaming and waking up my other cabin-mates.”

Y/N’s embarrassed smile turned into laughter as she giggled again, “And is that why I overheard Jake Mason and Nyssa Barrera complain about you last week?” Leo shrugged sarcastically, without an answer, meaning that it was definitely about that. Y/N nodded in understanding, which caused Leo to shake his head, “Anyways,” he said, “I have a proposition for you, mi amor.”

“I’m listening,” Y/N said.

Leo turned around to open the door to his cabin. He took a hold of Y/N’s hand as he brought her inside his cabin. Y/N hesitantly pulled his hand, which made him turn around to her attention. “Leo, are you sure this is a good idea for me to be in your cabin? At this hour? I think I should get going-”

“Relaaaax, mamacita,” Leo comforted her, placing his hands on her shoulders, “I’m a counselor of this cabin. I’ve got power here.” he confidently assured her. Y/N took a deep breath and gave in, nodding at Leo, who smiled in relief.

“Okay,” he said, “I need cardio, and you need something to help distract you from thinking about another round of nightmares, right?”

“Mhm,” Y/N verified, “And what about them?”

Leo grinned with something on his mind as he turned around to switch on the radio he built, turning on an energetic song, but at a low volume, which was perfect for the two of them to hear. Y/N tilted her head, wondering why he did that. “What’s happening, Leo?”

A smirk grew on Leo’s face as he walked closer to Y/N, placing one hand on her waist, and another on her shoulder. “Cuera Maraca y Bongo is happening and I’m going to teach you how to dance the salsa.”

Y/N’s eyes grew wide, but she followed Leo and placed her hands on him as well. “Are you sure this is a good proposition, Leo?” she hesitantly asked him.

“Again, relax, Y/N/N,” he reminded her, “You’re going to be a natural in this. If my mother taught a hard-headed person like me, then I can teach someone who’s unsure of whether she has the moves in her or not.”

Y/N, as instructed by Leo, rocked back on her right foot to the beat of the song. She smoothly shifted her weight from the front to back to shift her body position. Leo smiled as she cooperated and executed it well. He swung his hips slightly to accentuate the movement, which she willingly followed.

She didn’t question how smooth of a dancer her boyfriend was, but instead, she focused on becoming somehow smooth of a beginner dancer that night.

Once the song was finished, Leo and Y/N were still in each other’s arms, looking at each other with admiration. Leo was astonished at how quickly his girlfriend could learn the salsa, as he took weeks to months, learning from the footsteps of his own mother. There was more to learn about Y/N from his point of view.

From Y/N’s point of view, she was staggered by how excellent of a dancer he was. She was always there when Leo would taunt others, teasing them that they were to be cautious of his ‘sick dance moves’ he kept in his sleeves. She never knew how much of a skilled dancer he actually was, and they were in fact, the sickest moves she ever witnessed.

It was time to break the silence when Leo and Y/N coincidentally spoke at the same time, expressing, “You’re amazing.” There was awestruck in their reactions, for saying the same thing at the same time, and for bringing out the truth all of a sudden.

Y/N chuckled, grinning at Leo, “Leo, I never knew how much of a dancer you were. This is definitely something you should show off to everyone here.”

Leo, flattered, shook his head and hands, “No, no, no, as much as I want to show this off, and believe me, I do, since I have the right to,” he teased, “YOU, my lovely girlfriend, should be the one showing off those moves- well, to the girls, definitely NOT the guys here- er- anyways, Y/N, you’re going to be natural in such a quick time, believe me. You have gifts.”

Y/N smiled, “Aw, thanks, Leo.” Then, all of a sudden, her smile turned into a surprised facial expression, as Y/N figured something out. “Leo! I think we just found a way to use up sleepless nights.”

Leo, happy as ever, leaned in and kissed Y/N’s forehead, and said, “You, me, and salsa nights.”

#leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #pjo #percy jackson #hoo #heroes of olympus

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clovis-enthusiast · 4 years

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Lotsa Clovis headcanons that you can pry from my cold dead hands

Keep in mind that these are just MY HEADCANONS! None of this is canon unless specifically stated! Feel free to agree or disagree. I juts rlly love my boy and his cabin and will gush about them for hours if given the chance.

Since there is a lot, I’ll put them under the cut so as not to clutter ur feed with my rambling! So uh click ‘keep reading’ to see me babble about my all time favorite character! Hope u enjoy if u read em and always feel free to send me a message about ur own headcanons! (I’m always thinking of more, so this post might be updated every once in awhile!)

He is very French. He was born in France and lived there for a short while before he and his mother (the reason I say mother instead of parent is because it was hinted at in canon that he has a mother. my go to name for her is Camille) moved to the US due to monster related problems. (He has a French last name. Something like Valois is my go to.)

French is his first language but because he moved to the US when he was quite young, he is very fluent in English. He often switches between the two languages when he’s EXTRA sleepy without noticing leading to a lot of confusion (and you can bet that he DEFINITELY swears in French because not many people at camp can understand him when he does. Those who do have a newfound respect and fear for him.)

He was initially a longtime member of the Hermes cabin even though pretty much everyone could guess who his godly parent was.

Was DEFINITELY a part of Luke’s army at one point due to the fact that he looked up to Luke as the older demigod had always treated him like a little brother, AND his godly brother Morpheus was also on Kronos’s side of the war. However, Clovis did not stay with them for long once things began to get bad and returned to Camp Half Blood with time. (Morpheus and Clovis now have a strained relationship.)

Best friends with Lou Ellen Blackstone of the Hecate cabin. They were both temporarily on Luke’s side of the war and were held with suspicion and distrust when they returned to camp, so they tended to stick by each other while the other campers warmed back up to them. Because of this, they are now very close and are always goofing around (much to the annoyance of the other head counselors aside from the Stolls, of course.)

Definitely had a thing for Nico di Angelo in the past. As the two boys are both the sons of underworld gods, Clovis had already felt a certain tug towards him. When he heard Nico’s story from the camp’s rumor mill (thank Lacy and Mitchell for that one) he became utterly infatuated. Over time, his curiosity turned more into a little crush which then became a BIG crush, but as neither Clovis nor Nico are really all that great with normal human interaction, the son of Hypnos’s flirting techniques sort of went unnoticed. That’s why Nico seems to be the only one being pulled into Clovis’s dreams at any given time despite Clovis being a ‘very strong dreamer.’ The truth is that Clovis has full control over who enters HIS dreamscapes. He tries desperately to impress Nico and help him out wherever he can, but when Nico eventually chooses Will to be his boyfriend, Clovis, though a bit sad that his first crush in a long time didn’t share the feelings, is VERY supportive. He loves to tease Nico about how hopelessly head-over-heels the broody teenager is over his sunshiney boyfriend. And if the two were ever to break up for whatever reason in the future? Well, Clovis is definitely still up for a shot.

Clovis and Nico are still VERY close. Clovis is one of the only people that Nico feels comfortable enough to be himself around and often confides in him whenever his negative thinking gets the best of him. Clovis also plays a big part in Nico regaining the memories of his past when he’s ready which he will forever be thankful for. The two obviously spend a lot of time together in dreams and greet one another in a warm fashion whenever they come across each other by chance at camp. This confuses literally everyone because literally no one has ever seen them interact before?? How are they friends??

Has HISTORY with Drew. No one is really sure what kind of history (it seems as if there was a little bit of memory erasure throughout the camp on the situation... hm...) but most people speculate that the two shared a romantic relation at one point in time. Turns out, they were NOT compatible, and the whole thing went up in flames. Drew still holds a huge grudge against Clovis who acts as though he could honestly care less. He still treats her politely though there have definitely been some not-so-subtle nasty looks cast across the campfire towards her direction before.

Also very close with Lacy and Mitchell from the Aphrodite cabin. Lacy feels terrible about Drew’s trash-talking and rumor-spreading and eventually works up the courage to say hi. They became fast friends, and Lacy definitely has a bit of a puppy-dog crush on him, but she is much too young for Clovis. He sees her as a little sister and allows her to put makeup on him, do his hair, and even tries on dresses and such just to make her smile. Mitchell, on the other hand, became friends with Clovis out of spite in all honesty and ended up liking the sleepy blond a lot more than he thought he would. He might have a teeeeeny tiiiiiny crush on him. Don’t tell Lacy.

Close with Pollux of the Dionysus cabin. Pollux sees a lot of Castor when he looks at Clovis which is a huge comfort to him. The two counselors have a lot of deep talks late at night, and Clovis always makes sure that Pollux is sleeping well without being haunted by nightmares. Dionysus would never admit it, but he is very thankful that someone cares that much about his only son.

Good friends with Rachel Elizabeth Dare surprisingly! He helps her out often, and the two like to sit and chat about mythology, artwork, and prophecies in the big house and at the campfire.

Has allies and friends in high places. Due to his powerful dreaming, he’s been to quite a few strange places and met quite a few strange people... or you could call them the gods, I guess. He knows a lot of the gods and goddesses from all kinds of mythologies (though obviously more of the Greek ones than anything) and they seem to like him well enough for some reason. (Probably because he’s one of the only demigods who doesn’t want to strangle them and doesn’t mind listening to them complain about petty godly things.) He often has little chats with them where he keeps them updated with the going ons of Camp Half Blood and they keep him updated about... godly drama. He kinda lives for it tbh. It’s part of the reason why he’s so informed about the gods.(Annabeth is maybe just the tiniest bit jealous.)

He’s a year round camper because it would be much too dangerous for him to go back to living with his mother. He stays in contact with her via dreams, letters, and Iris messages though!

MUCH more powerful than he lets on. He just doesn’t like conflict.

One of his most frightening abilities is the ability to summon terrible creatures from people’s nightmares and use them to fight. He doesn’t like to do this as it can be very traumatizing for the people he uses it against, AND it’s not always a guarantee that the nightmare creatures will obey him.

His other more battle-ready powers are the ability to put an entire battle field into a deep slumber and memory alteration/erasure. He can use his memory alteration/erasure on monsters of weaker defenses AND demigods (though he feels much more comfortable using it on monsters.) He uses these powers to alter how monsters/enemies perceive demigods. Because of this, there are quite a few friendly hellhounds and scythian dracanae wandering about the camp. All of his powers are VERY draining and take a lot of concentration in order to work as intended. He will often sleep for days after a battle because of this.

He is also capable of fighting whilst asleep. In fact, his senses are heightened, and he tends to perform better this way. He also heals much faster while he is asleep.

It is speculated that he will either grow wings from his head or his back, but it will not happen until he grows older. It’s a rare trait that few Hypnos kids (and Thanatos kids) develop, but due to Clovis’s power level, everyone is pretty much waiting for it to happen.

He can change his appearance at will in his dreams, but his aura is still the same, so he can still be identified pretty easily by people who know him personally. (As a side note, his eyes pretty much change color on their own to reflect the mood of the dreamscape he’s currently in. Gold, emerald, and violet are the most common colors. His true eye color is blue.)

Doesn’t really care about gender all that much. He has absolutely no problem with people referring to him using any pronouns (she/he/they) and is quite comfortable with himself in general. Many demigods who are questioning their gender comes to talk to him about it, and he’s always open to hearing them out and giving them advice.

VERY bisexual. Likes girls, guys, literally anyone who can keep him awake and interested for more than five seconds.

The unofficial official camp therapist.The role used to belong to Will Solace, but the truth is that the son of Apollo is much more comfortable dealing with physical ailments and problems he can fix medically than he is with dealing with feelings and mental ailments. Clovis is a very good listener despite the popular belief that he’s too busy nodding off to actually hold a conversation with properly and has a very calming aura that helps people feel safe enough to be vulnerable with him.

The go to babysitter of camp. Due to his Hypnos kid vibes, he is able to keep even the most rambunctious demigod and satyr children under control. His nap times are legendary.

VERY big on respecting people’s privacy and boundaries. He tries his best not to enter any dreams uninvited, and he never talks about what goes on in people’s dreams ever. He also NEVER looks into people’s memories without their permission. He makes sure his siblings follow these guidelines strictly.

He literally lets anyone come into the Hypnos cabin at any time to get a good rest. The cabin has an open door policy.

New campers are often allowed to stay with the Hypnos cabin if they’d rather not face the chaos of the Hermes cabin.

Contrary to popular belief, his cabin is actually NOT the messiest cabin. The Hermes cabin wins that one though they’re followed closely by the Ares and Hephaestus cabins.

He and his siblings are some of the closest in the camp. They meet up and hang out in each other’s dreamscapes and have family nights. Clovis is the oldest AND is a head counselor, so he is very protective and responsible when it comes to his siblings.

Gives AMAZING massages. Leo and the entirety of the Hephaestus and Ares cabins are regular customers. Fight me.

Actually a very good strategist when it comes to battles and such given that he’s awake enough to actually communicate his ideas. If you get them on your Capture the Team game, you’re already doing good. Annabeth and the Athena cabin love the competition, and they’re nearly unstoppable when they work together with him.

Clovis suffers from TERRIBLE narcolepsy, even for a son of Hypnos. It’s gotten him into a lot of bad and dangerous situations such as falling asleep mid battle, mid conversation, and even in the bath once when he was little. He has developed a fear of heights and water due to his condition.

Holds a lot of frustrations towards himself. Frustrated that he ever turned against the camp that offered him a home, frustrated that he couldn’t help Jason restore his memories, frustrated that couldn’t help more in the war against Gaea, just... frustrated. He tries to sleep off these negative moods because he doesn’t like to bring people down.

Absolutely not opposed to cuddling with people who are okay with it (he always asks first!) It’s a surefire way to get a good night’s rest since you’re so close to him, plus he’s very soft and warm!

Has a good singing voice, but just isn’t confident enough with it. He pushes through his insecurities to sing lullabies to those who really need them though. His lullabies are unmatched.

Adores cats with all of his heart due to their lazy and relaxed nature, but he knows that he could never be able to care for one well enough.

ALWAYS wears pajamas. Like all the time. Chiron has given up on enforcing the dress code. He also made sure to have custom made camp bracelets instead of necklaces to be sure that none of the Hypnos kids are choked/strangled by them if they happen to fall asleep in a bad place or position.

Lives in the past. Old movies, old music, old slang, you name it. I mean, he practically sleeps for the majority of his life, so it’s not all that surprising that he’s a bit behind the times. He thinks the modern age moves much too fast for him to keep up with.

The demigods of camp take turns making sure Clovis and his siblings are taking care of themselves. Walking them to the showers and dining pavilion, making sure they get a little sunlight each day, and the bare minimum of training.

He is the best boy.That is the only FACT that I do not accept criticism on. Thank you.

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lifeofroos · 3 years

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Part 27. Hoot.

In short: Nico gets therapy from Dionysus. The other chapters are on AO3 and FanFiction.net and in Tumblr tags like Nico di Angelo, fanfiction, pjo etc.

This Might Be Crazy: Chapter 27: Sweetend water

‘Well, we triumphed over evil once again.’ I shrugged Dionysus sighed.

‘I guess we did.’

At the counter, Mary sighed as well. ‘I wish we could just be done with triumphing over evil. Cross it off the to-do list. It would be nice to bring the baby into a world with all the evil defeated,’ she said before turning back to her magazine.

I nodded. ‘She’s right.’

This time, Dionysus shrugged. ‘Maybe.’ He leaned back in the chair a little. ‘But did you triumph over the voices in your head as well? Or, better said, what happened to them?’

‘Hm. I wouldn’t say I triumphed over the voices in my head. However, as soon as the snake was defeated, they calmed down. They are still there every now and then, but way less often.’

‘It is good to hear that it has become less. Still, we might need to figure out what the source of the voices was.’

‘I can quite certainly say that the snake was the indicator. After Nero was defeated and the one thing controlling the snake was gone, the voices were at their loudest. After a few hours of the defeat, they slowly became quiter and quiter, until they were nothing more than… I can only describe it as an ominous chanting, and then only on certain moments.’ I shrugged. ‘It bothers me, but I can live with it, I truly can. What bothers me more is the increase of intrusive thoughts I have been having since the last trial of Apollo.’

Dionysus nodded a couple of times. ‘What you are saying sounds logical. Because the snake will probably be out for some time, I think we can assume that the voices stay put as well. However, if they ever come back, you need to tell me. We still don’t know what they are, after all.’

I nodded. ‘Of course.’

‘Alright. Then how about we spend this session talking about what you can do to combat intrusive thoughts?’

‘Yes, okay.’

‘Alright. But first…’ He lightly tapped the top of the table. A big glass cup of water appeared.

I picked it up and took a sip. It was sweet, sweeter than water should be.

Dionysus opened his mouth to say something, but Mary was quicker: ‘Are you trying to put me out of business?’

‘No, I am saving you the effort of walking over her while seven months pregnant,’ Dionysus answered.

Mary shrugged. ‘Fair enough.’

Dionysus chuckled, before turing back to me. I took another sip of water. ‘Okay. Now. What you can do is trying to turn a switch in your brain by attempting to think of something else. So, instead of thinking about a hurtful subject, you think about a funny subject. And the easiest way to do that is too think of a stupid song.’

I raised my eyebrows and took another sip of water. That sounded awfully silly. ‘What?’

He sighed. ‘I know it sounds dumb, but sometimes dumb things can have great effect. For an example you can look at Percy Jackson.’

I got a mini heart attack, until I realised he did not mean a great effect on me specifcally. I awkwardly chuckled. ‘Hm, yes.’

He gave me a weird look for a second. ‘Anyway. What is a song you find… kinda stupid, but in a good way?’

Hm. Now that is a question that will give me a full-on existential crisis. I took a thoughtful sip of water. ‘Ehm… Another One Bites The Dust?’

Now Dionysus raised his eyebrows. ‘Professionally I am not allowed to say this, but why would you think Another One Bites The Dust is a silly song?’

‘Well, I once saw someone drop to the floor and literally bite the dust while trying to dance to that song. Every time I hear it, I think of that.’

Dionysus stared off into the distance and smiled, as if he remembered a similar event. ‘Alright, that is pretty funny. Okay, so, the next time you think of something nasty, you try to think of Another One Bites The Dust and that person literally biting the dust. The technique won’t immediately work, but it will after you practice it for some time.’

I fell silent and looked at the doors. Out of nowhere, a memory of the indestructible cows tumbled into my brain. I let it remain there for a few seconds, before I switched to Another One Bites The Dust, which immediately directed me to the vison of the man falling on his face. I was still mostly thinking of the cows, but it made the thought more bearable. If I had to believe Dionysus, it would get easier to switch over time. I pulled a weird face.

‘Alright, little overthinker, I did not mean you had to practise it right now.’ I shook my head, before taking another sip of water. ‘Next are the things I taught you way back in January and February, things that are simple to do: concentrating on breathing, talking to someone, drinking something.’

It was too easy to resist: ‘I fancy you are not talking about alcoholic drinks?’

‘How very sharp and on thin ice of you, Nico di Angelo.’

I took a sip of water. ‘Drinking water makes you stop worrying for a second, because you need to focus on something else,’ I obediently said. Which alcohol also does, but I get that that only makes the problem bigger.

‘You get it. Another thing, which is more important in the long run, is that you keep doing stuff. See people you like, take time to eat properly, go to your training… go to your dad… you get it. That means you are distracted, which keeps you from sitting on your bed all day with nothing to do but think bad things.’

I nodded. That was logical. I knew that. ‘It seems like the most important thing you can do with thoughts like these is make sure you get distracted from them.’

‘That seems like that because it is like that. If you are beating yourself up with bad thoughts, what you need to do is get out of that rut.’

‘So I should try to think of something else, but I also should not bottle up my feelings or hastily push them under the mat.’

‘Thinking of something else and hastily shoving your feelings away are different things. One makes sure that you lead the thoughts away in a healthy manner, so that you get a clear mind to try and fix them, while the other one makes it so that the problems pile on top of each other until they inevitably lead to bigger problems.’

‘I get it, but I don’t get why, if you understand what I mean.’

‘The mortal mind is a mystery that is just slightly more understandable than the immortal mind.’

‘Hm.’ I took another sip. ‘And therapy? How does that play into the picture? Because it is not really distracting yourself…’

‘It is getting to understand what you feel in a safe environment…’

‘I know you are still talking, but I am cutting in, because when did you learn all this therapist lingo?’

‘Why do you have such an especially big mouth at the moment?’

‘Dunno. Maybe this subject is not that hard on me, so I react kind of louché.’

‘It is still important, Nico.’

I looked at my glass. ‘... I know.’

Dionysus took a deep breath. ‘Honestly, I feel like I should have revised all of this with you earlier…’

I waited for something else, but it didn’t come.

‘I mean… you already told me a lot of this stuff and I have been practising it. The song thing, maybe that would have been handy to know earlier. But we were so busy with other stuff…’

‘Again with the excuses for others, Nico.’ I shut up and looked at my glass.

Dionysus sighed and shook his head. ‘Well, I hope it is still useful for you today.’

‘Well, I think so.’

‘Good. Then I have done my job. Hopefully you are less cocky next time.’ He was silent for a few seconds, while I finished my sweetened water. ‘Ehm… that being said… I do think it is good that you can act like this. It shows that you’ve got your confidence back after that rough patch. Which you have gotten out of remarkably fast.’

‘Good to know that I have full permission to act the way I did as long as it isn’t directed to you.’

‘Thin ice, di Angelo.’ But hey, he did not disagree.

I shoved my cup aside, after which I yawned.

Dionysus smiled. ‘If you promise to immediately go to bed, we’ll go back.’

‘I’ll immediately go to bed.’ I didn't even want to do anything else.

Dionysus snickered and gave me a tired smile. ‘Alright, then.’

A/N: I think you all have noticed that sometimes there are sessions in between what I write, because sometimes I just want to get on with the story. My own experience with therapy tells me that often you just do what you already did over and over again. But today I wanted to write one of those chapters, not in the last place because it felt like I needed an interlude after Lester/Apollo.

All techniques are legit. I am not kidding. Try the song one. Think of Nico di Angelo seeing some guy fall flat on his face while bopping to Another One Bites The Dust the next time you feel sad.

The next chapter will be the last in the Apollo arc. Then we’ll get to what I like to call the ‘parents’ arc.

My test week is weighing down on me and this might be a little hastily (and gloomly) edited. Still though.

#Nico di Angelo #Dionysus #pjo #trials of Apollo #fanfiction #writeblr #writing #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo fanfiction #tower of nero #therapy #hurt/comfort #fanfic #dionysus pjo #heroes of olympus #hoo #this might be crazy

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simonxriley · 4 years

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OTP Question Meme!

I was tagged by the wonderful @nightwingshero Thank you! 💜

Tagging @xqueengrimmrux @chuckhansen @r6shippingdelivery @cameoninja and anyone else who wants to do it! This is pretty long so no obligation.

Alexsandr “Tachanka” Senaviev x Skylar “Phoenix” Jackson

DISAGREEMENTS

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Tachanka, cause he’s a loud man anyways lol.He does apologize right after though.

Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Neither.

Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Neither.

Who trashes the house? Tachanka. It wasn’t out of an argument or anything like that, it was after Skylar got hurt during the Outbreak.

Do either of them get physical? Never. They would never stoop so low and Tachanka would never do such a thing knowing her past.

How often do they argue/disagree? Not that often, they bicker more than anything.

Who is the first to apologize? Whoever started the argument or was in the wrong.

SEX

Who is on top? They switch. It mostly depends on Skylar’s mood since she can have flashbacks and go into a full blown PTSD episode when having sex/if Tachanka is on top.

Who is on bottom? Same as above.

Who has the strangest desires? Neither.

Any kinks? Mostly dirty talk.

Who’s dominate in bed? They both are and they tend to fool around and see who can ‘win’.

Is head ever in the equation? Yes.

If so, who is better at performing it? Tachanka, since he does it more.

Ever had sex in public? They did have sex one time in Tachanka’s car, near a park after a date.

Who moans the most? Skylar.

Who leaves the most marks? Tachanka, most of them are hidden.

Who is the most experienced of the two? Tachanka.

Do they ’fuck’ or ‘make love’? Make love. After what Shy’s been through, rough sex is out of the question.

Rough or soft? Soft.

How long do they usually last? All depends on the day and how high their stamina is. On a good night they could go 2-3 rounds with a small break in-between.

Is protection used? Yes, Skylar is on birth control and Tachanka uses condoms.

Does it ever get boring? Nope.

Where is the strangest place where they’d had sex? All the places they’ve has sex is pretty normal.

FAMILY

Do they plan on having children/ have children? Yes.

If so, how many children to they want/have? They have eight (8). Grace, fraternal twins Marianna and Konstantin, Grayson, Lubov, Apollo and fraternal twins Lizaveta and Vera.

AFFECTION

Who likes to cuddle? Both do.

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate places? Tachanka. He does it more cause he likes to see Skylar get flustered.

Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Both, more so Tachanka.

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Maybe an hour. Skylar tends to get uncomfortable the most and needs to stretch. Blame past injuries.

Who gives the most kisses? This is a tie. They both give the most kisses.

What is their favorite non-sexual activity? Just spending time together, that’s the most important thing. It doesn’t matter what they do, as long as they’re together than everything is fine.

Where is their favorite place to cuddle? Their bed or couch.

How often do they get time to themselves? Everyday actually. Besides training, working on their gadgets, and the occasional mission. They tend to have a lot of free time.

SLEEPING

Who snores? Tachanka. Their soft snores.

If both do, who snores the loudest? N/A.

Do they share a bed or sleep separately? They share.

If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay separately? They cozy up together, it becomes an automatic thing for them.

What do they wear to bed? Skylar will wear shorts/or her underwear and one of his shirts. Tachanka will just stay in his boxers, maybe he’ll wear some pajama pants if it gets cold.

Are either of them insomniacs? Skylar is. Sometimes Tachanka.

Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Yes, at least until the kids arrived and they moved them to the medicine cabinet in their bathroom.

Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? They wrap their limbs around each other. Skylar kinda becomes a koala.

Who wakes up with bed hair? Skylar.

Who wakes up first? Tachanka.

Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Tachanka. He’s normally awake first and it become more of a thing when Sky was recovering from her injury and was on bedrest.

What is their favorite sleeping position? On their side, Skylar’s back to his chest and his arms wrapped around her waist (hand might be holding a tiddy).

Do they set an alarm each night? Unfortunately yes, due to work.

Can a television be found in their bedroom? Yes.

Who has nightmares? They both do, but more so Skylar.

Who has ridiculous dreams? TBD

Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Tachanka, until Sky tells him to move so she can get into bed.

Who makes the bed? Both, they take turns.

Any routines/rituals before bed? Besides the normal brush their teeth and wash their faces, Skylar likes to take a relaxing bath with some music playing. Tachanka doesn’t really have one besides joining her in said bath.

Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Neither.

WORK

Who is the busiest? Tachanka, he takes on a little bit more being one of the oldest in Rainbow.

Who rakes in the highest income? N/A

Are any of them unemployed? Nope.

Who takes the most sick days? Skylar

Who is more likely to turn up late for work? Tachanka. His kotyonok needs him.

Who sucks up to their boss? Neither.

What are their jobs? They both work for the counter-terrorism group Rainbow.

Who stresses the most? Both, but at times Skylar does more.

Are they financially stable? Yeah, I would say so. I mean they can live comfortably with eight kids.

HOME

Who does the washing? Skylar. Sometimes Tachanka will too, depending on how chaotic their home is.

Who takes out the trash? Tachanka.

Who does the ironing? Both do. Military life has made it ingrained in them to iron more, since their uniforms (at least Skylar’s) had to be in pristine form.

Who does the cooking? Both, they switch every day or they might cook together.

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Neither, both of them are good cooks.

Who is messier? Skylar.

Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Neither of them.

Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Both of them. It’s only for the night and they tend to pick it up in the morning.

Who forgets to flush the toilet? Neither.

Who is the prankster around the house? TBD

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Skylar, she’s always misplacing the car keys. So much so that Tachanka made a few spare copies and holds onto them just for this occasion.

Who mows the lawn? Tachanka, he does most of the yard work.

Who answers the telephone? Both, it pretty much goes to whoever is closest.

Who does the vacuuming? Skylar. She’s more keen on doing it, and does it at least once a week.

Who does the groceries? They both do.

Who takes the longest to shower? Skylar. She has more things to do than Tachanka does.

Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Skylar.

MISCELLANEOUS

Is money a problem? Nope.

How many cars do they own? They have three (3). One to accommodate the whole family and two smaller ones.

Do they own their home or do they rent? Both. They rent their home in Hereford and own their homes in Maine and ST Petersburg.

Do they live in the city or in the country? City. But Skylar would love to move out into the countryside. Give the kids more room to run around.

Do they enjoy their surroundings? For the most part.

What’s their song? Nobody But You - Blake Shelton Ft Gwen Stefani

What do they do when they’re away from each other? Skylar will tend to the kids, clean the house or work on some of her art when Tachanka is away. He’ll work on his LMG, tend to the kids and do some chores around the house.

Where did they first meet? In Hereford, on base.

Who spends the most money when out shopping? Skylar, hands down. She likes to shop and she can be kind of an impulse buyer.

Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Neither.

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Skylar. There’s something so amusing seeing a guy like Tachanka trip over something.

Any mental issues? Yes. Both of them have PTSD and Skylar has depression and anxiety.

Who’s terrified of bugs? Skylar, a little bit.

Who kills the spiders around the house? Tachanka.

Their favorite place? Their home.

Who pays the bills? Both.

Do they have any fears for their future? Losing the other during a mission. It’s the one thing they can’t control, that one of them could potentially die.

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Tachanka. He likes surprising Skylar with a fancy dinner every now and then.

Who’s the tallest? Tachanka. He’s 6′0″ while Skylar is 5′4″.

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Both, but mostly Tachanka.

Who wanders around in their underwear? Skylar. She tends to walk around in her underwear and a tank top.

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Skylar. She likes to sing.

What do they tease each other about? Skylar like to tease Tachanka about how smitten he is with her. It’s cute and she never though she could get someone to ever be smitten over her. Tachanka likes to tease Skylar over baby voice when she talks to animals. It’s cute to him nonetheless and he finds it even more adorable with her reaction to it.

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Neither.

Who crushed first? Tachanka.

Any alcohol or substance related problems? Nope.

Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Tachanka, when out with the rest of the boys.

Who swears the most? Tachanka, in Russian though.

#nightwingshero #i done got tagged #otp: the tachanka and his kotyonok #tachanka x skylar #oc skylar jackson #alexsandr senaviev #tachanka #rainbow six siege #r6s

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phone numbers | jaime (ft. risa)

date: december 26, 2020

summary: a long-overdue phone call, a heavy dose of salt in an old wound, and a very low battery

An unknown number flashed across his screen. Never one to pick up the phone unless he absolutely had to (and definitely not one to pick up when he didn’t recognize the caller), Jaime let it go to voicemail, tossing his phone onto his bed.

Swiveling in his desk chair, he spin in a full circle before returning his focus to the project he had been working on since getting back to his apartment earlier that evening. Christmas with Katie’s family had been fun; now it was time for Jaime to recharge. Restoring a vintage typewriter -- Jaime’s Christmas present to himself -- was the perfect thing to do. In the last hour, he had polished it, ridding the typewriter of years of rust and grime. All the type-levers were in place, all the knobs and buttons in working condition. Now it was time to work on the carriage lever and the platen, time to get the machine ready for writing.

Dismantling his typewriter was a delicate process, interrupted again by the ringing of his phone. “Where is it?” He mumbled, turning is his chair and taking a dive at the bed when he spotted his phone. Snatching it up, he recognized the same number that had called earlier but was saved the trouble of a debate as to whether or not he should answer it when his screen went dark once more. A moment later, a voicemail notification flashed across his screen.

Curiosity piqued, Jaime unlocked his phone, raising it to his ear to listen to the voicemail. The last voice he expected to hear drifted out of the phone’s speakers and he dropped it in surprise.

Jaime, it’s me. I need to talk to you. I hope this is still your number.

Without hesitation, he returned the call. There was one ring, then two, then three. Jaime bounced his leg up and down before spinning around in his desk chair, his stomach a pit of nerves. As the line continued to ring, he was almost positive he had imagined the voicemail. But then there was an audible click, followed by the sound of his sister’s voice.

“So this is your number. Rowan’s handwriting is absolute shit, I couldn’t tell if that last number was a seven or a four. Can’t believe she wants to go to art school with that chicken scratch.”

“Risa?”

“You sound surprised.”

“Well, I, er. That is-”

His sister’s laughter sounded tinny, far away. “Jaime, relax. Oh, and Merry Christmas. Did you get our card?”

Jaime switched the call to speaker phone and placed his phone on his desk. He stared at it blankly before scrubbing his face with his hands. “Card?”

“Yeah, Ro made you a Christmas card in her risography workshop. She’s building her portfolio for college but I’m sure she told you that since you talk, like, all the time.” Risa sounded bitter as she spoke, changing the subject quickly. “Anyway, I need to talk to you about something. Is this a good time?”

In eight years, his middle sister had never once called of her own volition. Even convincing her to be a part of Jaime and Rowan’s ‘family phone calls’, had taken a few years of their littlest sister badgering her. Now Risa was calling and it sounded important and Jaime couldn’t think of a single thing to say. He must have been silent for too long, he realized, hearing his sister clear her throat.

“Jay, if you’re busy, just tell me. I’ll find another time,” she said, though from her tone, Jaime could tell that if they didn’t talk about what was on her mind now, they likely never would.

“No! I mean, no, I’m not busy. I was just-- yeah, no, I’m here. What-- what’s up?” Jaime pushed his typewriter to the side before rummaging through his desk drawer for a notebook and pen (just in case he needed to take notes). He chuckled as Risa told him to buckle up, already welcoming the familiarity with which she was speaking to him, no matter how strange it felt.

“This isn’t what I’m calling about but I might as well tell you while we’re here. Dad’s sick. He said you cursed him or some shit, but it’s all bull. He went off the deep end a few years ago. Totally cuckoo. I figured you didn’t know, since you and Ro have your stupid agreement to never mention Charles to each other. Says he’s seeing things. Monsters and shit. Which I would call bull, but I remember that creepy guy. You know, the one waiter at the Dog & Pony that would always stare at you and Mom when we all went for dinner? He only had one eye. I don’t mean like an eyepatch. I mean one freaking eye, right in the center of his head. Don’t know if you ever noticed that, but I did.” Now that Risa had started talking, it seemed she couldn’t stop. “And that’s not the last time I saw something or someone weird like that. There’s a girl who works at the nature center in the park and I swear, Jay. I freaking swear that she melts into the trees. She’s a dryad right? I got lunch with your aunt last week and she filled me in on some stuff. I don’t know how she got in touch with us. Said something about your dad, I don’t remember. But, anyway, we got lu-”

“My aunt?” Jaime interrupted, feeling guilty for doing so, but not seeing where he could get a word in edgewise if he waited for her to pause.

“Oh, shit. Wait, there’s a picture, did I mention a picture? Before I forget. It’s with your card. I was digging through some of Mom’s trail crew stuff in the attic a while back, looking for her old boots, and I found it. It says ‘David’ with a heart next to it on the back. That was his name, right? Your dad?”

Jaime blinked, surprised at both the abrupt subject change and the mention of his father. He didn’t want the subject of his aunt to drop but the photograph won his curiosity. “Yeah, that’s him.”

“Okay, so you’ll see it, but, like, it’s totally weird. There’s a lens flare on it but it’s, like, just across your dad. Kinda ruins the whole picture, you can’t see him at all. It’s like when you try to take a photo of the sun. Mom looks beautiful though, but she always did. I think they were at Otter Cove, and I know that was one of your favorite trails.”

Like trying to photograph the sun. Jaime almost laughed. Risa had no idea how close to the truth she was. Which reminded him, “You had lunch with my aunt?”

“Dude, yeah. And she’s, like, so cool. If you’re related to so many cool people -- myself and Ro included, obviously -- how did you turn out like this?”

He could hear Risa laugh on the other line and just rolled his eyes. He glanced down at his notebook where he’d written a collection of words: cursed, Cyclops, dryads in Acadia? The latter was underlined several times, whether from surprise or excitement, Jaime couldn’t remember. He realized his sister had started speaking again. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”

“I was saying, if you were paying attention, that we went to Geddy’s -- that veg place on Main? -- for lunch and she was telling me about some fancy neo-classical city? New Athens or some shit like that, I think. In New York. Is that where you live? Ro told me you were like, weirdly into Greek mythology one time. But honestly, that tracks with some of the stuff I’ve seen. Hey, how come your aunt was looking for me, not you? She said something about mist but it was. like, not even a foggy day. We could see out over the harbor. Crystal clear.”

“The Mist,” Jaime correctly automatically, then pinched the bridge of his nose. The list in his notebook grew longer as their call stretched on. “I don’t know,” he admitted, in response to Risa’s question about his aunt. “Did she tell you her name?”

“Artemis? Which I was like hello, weird, since I was literally just thinking about you and your Greek mythology phase. I asked if she was David’s sister and she said ‘if that’s what he’s calling himself now’. Do estranged siblings run in your side of the family or something?”

At that, Jaime made a choking sound, staring at his phone. The resulting crow of laughter from his sister made it clear that she’d been expecting, no, hoping for that reaction.

“Just messing with you, Jay. Relax. Anyway. She’s got this, like, wild grrl gang of hikers that travel the country? Gave me a pamphlet, told me to consider it. She said I could tell Rowan too, but when I did, Ro didn’t seem to care at all. She’s just got art school on the brain, I think. Your aunt had told me that would happen, said that the Mist was thicker around our sweet baby sister. But, uh, do you know what the Mist is? I’m, like, pretty sure you do since you corrected me a minute ago.”

“I-”

“Yeah that’s what I thought. So anyway, Aunt Artemis said you’re a demigod. Guess your dad’s name isn’t really David, huh? Last I checked, there’s no Greek god of boring dad names. Care to fill me in? Is that why I’ve seen some weird, like, mythological creatures around the harbor when we were growing up? Oh and Grandma Hana says hi.”

A distressed sound escaped Jaime’s lips. He had forgotten his sister’s habit of bouncing from subject to subject and here it was, smacking him in the face with more new information than he could handle at the moment. Christmas wishes had been exchanged with his grandmother the day before, so he didn’t have to worry about acknowledging that topic, thankfully. His brain was working in overdrive and he could practically feel Risa’s impatience, the longer he was silent.

“Jaime,” she prompted.

He sighed, massaging his temples as he stared down at his phone. “His name isn’t David, it’s Apollo. Artemis’ brother. They aren’t named after the Greek gods, they are the Greek gods. So yes, that makes me a demigod. And it sounds like...you can probably see through the Mist. At least a little more than most mortals.”

“Holy shit. And you never thought ‘hey maybe I should tell my sister this super freaking weird but also totally cool thing about me’? What the shit, Jaime!”

He opened his mouth to tell her that he hadn’t known until after he left, until after he read the letter their mother had left for him, but Risa was steamrolling ahead.

“Wait...wait, so that was the Artemis? Your aunt is the Artemis? And she- and she invited me to join her immortal Hunt?” He heard a muffled shriek, like she had covered the receiver with her hand. A small smile spread across his face. “Well, I’m saying yes...obviously.”

“Okay, hold on a second there. That’s a big decision, don’t you think you shou-”

“Oh no, no. I’m going to stop you right there. You don’t get to play the big brother card here, Jay. You don’t get to keep secrets for years and then tell me I need to think about accepting an offer from a goddess. And don’t say some shit about me looking after Rowan. She doesn’t need anyone to look after her. You’d know that if you were here. Honestly, she does a better job looking after me than I do her. Shit, wait. Does that mean Dad’s not crazy? Did you really make all those people sick all the time? Did you...make Mom sick? Isn’t Apollo the god of healing?”

“I wasn’t playing the big brother card!” He protested weakly. As she continued, Jaime blanched. Several times. First at the mention of his absence, then at the mention of Charles’ theories, and again at the mention of their mother. “I’m sorry,” he started, hoping Risa understood that he was apologizing for leaving. They would have more time to unpack that later, he figured.

"Charles is definitely still crazy. I didn’t make all those people sick. Mom either. I, uh, I only did it once. Made someone sick, I mean. It was a boy that bullied me at school during the years Mom was sick and Charles wouldn’t listen to me about it. One day the kid was beating me up and hitting me and, and I, I don’t know what happened. I pushed him and pushed? I don’t know, energy? At him, and I gave him the chicken pox or something, at least I think that’s what the school said. Chicken pox,” he scoffed, ducking his head, despite the fact that Risa couldn’t see him. “He’s the god of many things. Music, the arts, the sun. Healing, yeah, but plague and illness is the flip side of that.”

“Like the plague arrows he shot at the Greeks. Before you say anything, yes, I’ve read the Iliad. And The Song of Achilles, which, if you haven’t read it, you have to.” As if realized she’d gotten off track, Risa was quiet for a moment. Jaime was thankful she didn’t push him on the subject of his powers; he wasn’t sure what he would have said if she had. When his sister spoke again, she sounded farther away, her voice detached. “Artemis told me there are other children of Apollo. You have other family.”

It wasn’t a question, it was an accusation -- that was clear. When Jaime answered, he sounded tired. “I do, yeah.” Though his sister couldn’t see it, his expression was one of regret. “But it’s, it’s not like that, Ris.”

“I didn’t ask what it was like,” she snapped. After a moment of tense silence, he could hear her sigh. “I’m going to contact Artemis. Learn as much about your world as she’ll tell me. And then I’m going to join the Hunt.”

With a click, the line went dead.

Jaime stared at his phone in silence until the screen darkened, battery dead as well. He heaved a sigh, detangling himself from his desk chair to plug his phone into the cord on his nightstand to charge. So much for recharging, he thought to himself, knowing his own battery was dangerously low. Exhaling a groan, Jaime sunk onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling once more. To the constellations on his ceiling, he murmured, “That went about as well as it could have, all thing considered.”

#m: jaime #npc: risa #self para

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When Jared/Sam is or interacts with gods of mythology. Please head the warnings where the stories are posted and please consider leaving a comment for the author. It’s the only payment they ever get.

Wincest

Gods and Men by dark_shadows85 on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. They’ve taken on the gods before—can this time be the last?

Aetos Dios by keep_waking_up on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. Canon AU after 8x06. Sam and Dean still weren’t speaking when they moved on to their next case. Sam felt like someone was watching him and he kept seeing this strange eagle everywhere he went.

Easy the Descent by rosekay on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. Post-S2 finale. Sam and Dean in the Underworld with prices to pay and offers to make. (no penetrative sex)

As Through a Glass and Darkly by lexicale on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest AU. Everything is the same, except for how it's different. Sam and Dean grow up with two mysterious guardians, a demon and an angel respectively, living in their shadows and preternaturally bound to them. They still move all around the country, saving people, hunting things. There's still an acceptance letter to Stanford and a family full of pain and anger. There's still an unbreakable bond of love and desperation between two brothers -- and there's still a man with yellow eyes with secrets enough to shatter the world.A re-write of Supernatural with Hindu mythology as its basis instead of Christian mythology. (warning for bottom!Sam purists: Dean talks about the fact that they occasionally switch, although it is only bottom!Sam onscreen).

Polaris by dimeliora on Ao3. Sam/Dean. WIncest AU. An intervention of pagan forces splits the brothers when they are young. Growing up apart and alone what will they do to be reunited, and how will they fight what is considered their destiny? (warning: switching)

Gods of Dust by alphvjensen on Ao3. “We could be like gods, Dean! We could hunt down monsters, save lives. People wouldn’t know who we are but they would talk about us, about the gods who come in the dusk and disappear before the morning sun breaks the horizon. That would be us, Dean. Gods of Dusk.”

(Only) The Gods Can Dwell Forever by Nisaki on Ao3. Sam/Dean. WIncest. In his desperation to save his brother from The Mark of Cain, Sam makes a pact with Ishtar, the Sumerian goddess of love. The story follows Sam as he struggles to finish his quest, and comes to terms with his relationship with Dean. Only to discover that the solution has been with him all along.

Bird of prey by counteragent on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jared offers himself as a sacrifice to the merciless god of his people.

Wanton Boys Are We by brutti_ma_buoni on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. For the prompt: Jensen is a Greek god or demigod who has just found his soulmate in Jared, the adorable new barista at the coffee shop he favors. Unfortunately, Aphrodite holds a grudge against Jensen and is going out of her way to sabotage his love life. (must be logged in to read)

The Lengths I Would Go To by insertcode11. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jensen is the Greek god Apollo in modern day America, perhaps not-so-secretly yearning for the kind of love emulated in the art that he patrons. Jared is a young matchmaker cursed to see soul mates but never find his own. Against all odds (but maybe with a little push by fate), they meet and fall in love.

Lord of the Northern Wind by Morvith on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. No one hails the Northern wind, until one day a little boy did... J2 retelling of the Russian fairytale “Father Frost.” (no penatrative sex onscreen).

At the Riverbank by All_the_damned_vampires on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jared meets Jensen, an enigmatic stranger, at the bank of a river. Together they share an easy friendship shielded from responsibility and obligation. But nothing remains secret forever. And neither one can hide from who they truly are. (must be logged in to read; no penetrative sex)

A Divine Affair by anon on LiveJournal. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jared and Jensen meet and start dating. Unbeknownst to Jared, Jensen is a minor deity. (the sex is ambiguous as to who tops and bottoms)

Spring Awakening by sawitontv on LiveJournal. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. For six hundred years the land had been covered in snow and ice. But now the ice is melting and trees are beginning to blossom. Everybody in Jared's town is out celebrating except for Jared himself. That is until a beautiful stranger steps through Jared's door.

The Same Cup by memphis86 on LiveJournal. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Written for the prompt And so, I follow you down. Borrowing some elements from Greek mythology.

Gods and Monsters by sinestrated on LiveJournal. Jared/Jensen. J2 Non-AU. Jared discovers something unexpected about Jensen. (no penetrative sex).

God of the Herds by morrezela on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. There were gods who weren’t content with their powers or domain. Jensen was not one of those. His discontent stemmed only from the fact that he had spent years without meeting his foretold lover. (no penatrative sex onscreen)

Place of Sacrifice by brutti_ma_buoni on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. In a nation where adult destinies are set by draft, Jensen's always known he and Jared can't expect to be together. But he dreamed it might happen all the same. And when Jared's destiny turns bad, Jensen isn't about to leave him alone. Whatever it takes. (no penetrative sex onscreen).

Spectrum by Mangacat on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jensen is the Lord of Chaos, the King of the Night, the God of Carnage... who meets and falls in love with a very human Jared. (no penetrative sex).

Cursed by dishonestdreams on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jared doesn't mean to attract the attention of the gods, he really doesn't. It just kinda...happens. (no penetrative sex; must be logged in to read)

Don’t Even Fix a Price by cleflink on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Heroes sure have changed since Jensen became the ferryman of the dead. (no penetrative sex)

Elegy for the Living by cleflink on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. “Great,” Jensen muttered. “I’m going into the Underworld to get my best friend's soul back armed with the power of song. How could that possibly go wrong?” A modern myth. (no penetrative sex)

A Lonely Sun God by anon on LiveJournal. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jared gets sacrificed to his god as a sex offering.

One of the Gods by whispered_story on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Centuries ago, mankind was all but annihilated by the gods in an attempt to save the planet. Now, Jared, a human hunter from a small village, meets Jensen, one of the old gods and protector of the forest Jared hunts in.

A Greek God and a Ranger of the North by whispered_story on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jared and Jensen strike a deal for their annual Halloween party—they get to pick each other's costumes.

#fanfic rec #wincest #j2 au #bottom!sam #bottom!jared #top!dean #top!jensen #gods #mythology #j2 non-au #non-con

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aliceflutez · 6 years

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@duskthicketbonepicker

Here you go! I’m hiding this under a cut because, well

Soot:

Mercenary queen with way too much attitude and a triple coal? I love her already tbh. Plus, what lesbian doesn’t love antiquing? She kinda just seems like every protagonist I’d love way too much.

Kizmetto:

A+ dragonsona, definitely has this adorable look of “scattered but ridiculously friendly” to her. She kind of reminds me of an old friend of mine in all the best ways. I’d let her decorate my house for sure, although I’d have to tell her to stick with jasmine since I’m not a fan of sandalwood. Some amazing art in her bio too!

Lotus:

So, my impression from just looking at her was geek, and then I read her bio and realized that she’s more of a socialite with her life 1000x more together than mine will be for years! I love her colour scheme, and all the little touches in her bio that make her really come to life. She just seems like she’s one of those people who it would be calming to even just be near. I love her.

Tolarian:

Tolarian just looked like a friend right from the start and oh boy was I right. I just want to sit with her somewhere in the resort and relax and chat about whatever she felt like that day. I think she’d have the same sort of vibe as my best friend. I’ve gotta ask, was she intended to be kind of autistic coded? The friend I mentioned has Asperger’s, and so many of her quirks seems similar to him.

Itzel:

Itzel seems like she’d be the sort of person who would be coming through my work ordering eight shots of espresso three times a day along with her boss’ coffee. Always weighed down with at least one massive bag and a list of things to get done before she could stop to think. I love the feeling of ambition and energy I get from her though? I’m guessing her relationship with Xoco is mostly strained because of her sister’s… religious choices?

Caius:

Caius just seems like he should be giving me a quest already. I’ve got such a clear image of him from just his bio though, I love it! Plus he’s got such gorgeous colours and an amazing outfit to go with it… I’d definitely spend a day chatting up that mysterious old guy on the beach. I think I’d learn a lot.

Rhonda:

Okay so I’m in love with this adorable lifeguard already? Her and Ketut seem like such a great couple, especially since you go into how much they’ve grown as a pair. I’m not generally into reading romance stories but oh my god I want to read about those two. Plus, she just seems like such a kind person in her own way? It just makes me happy that she’s happy.

Ketut:

The other half of the happy couple! And he’s a fellow bisexual who’s a little useless with his feelings, I love him already! He’s also another one who just falls into a personality type that I love the second I read about them. Totally unrelated to most of my thoughts on him, I have a feeling at some point he’s tried to make a drink to match Rhonda’s scales, but given up since he can’t make it half as beautiful as her.

Aria:

I remember seeing Aria when you first hatched her, of my gosh she’s so pretty gened up with that accent! I’m weak for skydancer girls even on the worst of days, but she just looks so delicately beautiful I want to protect her with my life? I can see her just lounging in the shade on the beach, watching some hatchlings splash and play in the surf and just loving life.

Jaya:

Right off the bat I just got the vibe of “Queen” from Jaya, but I couldn’t be more happy that I was a little bit off. The area where I live is a semi-desert, so the feeling of a warm summer wind is one that I’ve known all my life. All the dangling trinkets in her outfit are such a cute touch, I’m guessing it’s kind of a sensory thing with all the sounds of them moving in the wind when she flies?

Noir:

OH my gosh his backstory makes me want to cry. He definitely didn’t deserve to lose his charge, and yet he hasn’t let it make him bitter. I just want him to find a nice, loving home and settle down. He deserves it.

Aegis:

I have a vague memory of seeing him in posts of yours before since the second I read his name I thought “Oh you little shit.” I hadn’t read his backstory before though, and that would certainly explain some of why he might be a bit of a hooligan! I think he and my random progen Karmanor would probably get along really well, but get into way too much trouble.

Angelo:

My first thought with him was “What a soft boy” and then I read the first line of his bio and burst out laughing. I just want to sit with him in his garden by the lavender and relax? Also I hope that mysterious tundra gal is his sister, but if she hurts him I might die.

Rinoa:

Oh sweet, she IS his sister. And a ranger too! She seems pretty mellow, although that might just be the feeling I get from anyone who likes the smell of pine. It reminds me of hiking in the summers with my family, there’s not a more relaxing smell in the world.

Xoco:

Back to the little sister! I love her aesthetic, it’s an unexpected mix but it works so well. It adds so much depth to her character that she isn’t just your stereo typical vicious “A sacrifice for my gods” type. I like her more than I expected to when I heard about her rocky relationship with her sister?

Quill:

I had such a clear feeling of who he was from the first three paragraphs of his bio, oh my god! I’d love to be able to write like that. Plus, I’ve always got a soft spot for calligraphers since I dabble in it a bit myself. Do you think Lotus plays at his exhibitions?

Trellis:

The last sister! I love how each of them has such a clearly different personality from their apparel without sacrificing the colour scheme that makes it so clear that they’re related. It’s cute that she’s so shy with Dahlia, do they end up together eventually? Also, does she ever braid some of her flowers into Xoco’s mane? I’d kind of like to think that’s where she gets the roses from.

Karazh:

Oooh, progen time! He seems so nice and relaxed! I’m not much of a tea person myself, but I’d definitely give his a shot. I like that he has almost the same feeling to him as Caius, but almost… gentler?

Almasi:

And progen #2! I love how her personality is a bit of a foil to Karazh’s. It’d definitely take a lot of mutual respect for that relationship to be work well. Her bio seems to hint that she did something in the past that it felt like she needed to be punished for, was that how you switched from your old lore clan to the new one?

Apollo:

Oh my gosh, I love Apollo’s aesthetic, but that boy is just so damn bitter. Like, bought an entire hot topic and writes terrible poems bitter. I hope he gets a happy ending, but he’d better change that damn attitude to deserve it.

Zanthe:

I love the concept behind her backstory! I’m not generally a huge fan of pearlcatchers, but the kelpie mane looks great on her and really adds to that half-imp look. For her singing, is there a person you have in mind that she might sound like?

Ylva:

Ylva is tough as nails, and I’m not talking physically! I’m guessing she was a bit of a therapeutic character for you, and I’m so glad you let her have a happy ending! She kind of reminds me of my girl Nemesis when it comes to looks, although Nemesis is shade-touched.

Dock:

To be honest, all I can think to say about Dock is that he’s so completely dumb and I love him. Also he looks great with that skin! Seems like a nice buoy overall

Raine:

She almost gives off a kind of burlesque/jazz vibe? I love the mystique and charm in the way you write her, it makes me want to go hear her sing. I can see her singing Don’t Know Why (maybe not the original version by Nora Jones though)

Pjeper:

Pjeper just seems like such a chaotic little imp and I love him. So much energy and nothing to do with it, poor guy. Hopefully he gets a job soon.

Dahlia:

She’s such a stubborn, gentle mess and I love her? I’m always 1000000% here for ace nerds, and she just seems so sweet with her tea and her cats. I think she’d get along well with my progen Khione, although Khione’s research mostly focuses on magic.

Apex:

I love the fact that in spite of being an antisocial person Apex still does an incredibly important job at the resort! It kind of surprises me that she’d ever leave, even for important research. Is the resort her charge or does she not have one yet?

Toxicity:

Ooh, the radioactive version of my boy Visha! He’s definitely quite the character. I can’t decide if I love him or hate him, and I think that’s exactly the perfect place for him to be as a character. I wonder how a lab coat would look layered under his jacket, but I doubt he’d ever bother to wear one.

Nylon:

She gives off the creepiest vibe and I love it. Toxicity may be love/hate, but she’s definitely more love-to-hate. I feel super bad for their kid tbh.

Baleful:

Oh my gosh I want to rescue this potentially sweet child. I’m sure one of the dragons in my clan could make her some special sunglasses and noise cancelling headphones so she could go out and enjoy the world. Visha’s used to leaking toxins, I’m sure he could help with the spines.

Jargon:

I love this clumsy formerly little nerd? I mean, he might not have much in the way of social skills but by golly he knows what he likes. I feel kinda bad for Raine, Zanthe, and Khayyat though. Hopefully he gets the hang of dealing with things like that.

Glyph:

It hurts me a little that Glyph isn’t an Arcane dragon but I love her anyways? I bet she can do a lot just by humming with a bogsneak throat. Her art is so cute too, I love how innocent and sweet she looks in it!

Arjun:

At least he’s honest about being a jerk? Honestly though, all I can think about is which of the girls in my clan could kick his ass in the most humiliating way possible because pretty much all of them would hate him.

Fafnir:

Oh my gosh she’s so beautiful! Too bad she’s stuck with Arjun. I think my girl Nerio would literally love her to pieces. Her accent is amazing too, I might have to see if I can hunt down a copy.

Kataki:

Honestly from the feeling I get of her, that chibi in the top of her bio sums up Kataki perfectly. I feel like she’s always diving headfirst into literally everything in her life, and it’s such a beautiful mess. I doubt Fafnir always appreciates it though xD

Rosyth:

He seems like such a friendly, quirky guy? If he ever stopped by my clan he’d get along great with Nyx! I love that in spite of being an astronomer he’s still so social and charismatic, it’s a neat little detail to him.

Rug:

Ooh, another little twerp!! I can see some of his personality really suiting a ridgeback, but he’s so perfect as a mirror. Another boy Karmanor shouldn’t be allowed within a few hundred kilometers of or they’d somehow cause even more trouble than they normally would.

Fatalis:

Her art looks so cute oh my gosh! I love the concept behind her revival, and the detail with the wings. Hopefully she settles into modern Sornieth soon, she deserves it.

Xiack:

I just knew he was going to be a bit of a dick just looking at him. Awesome fandragon though, and I love all the little details about his radio station! (I’d probably listen to it)

Prompto

I love all his pets oh my gosh! I bet his room is stuffed full of photos of them all. I have a feeling he’s a fandragon for something I don’t know, but even without knowing he’s a really neat dragon. Based on his looks and the theoretical photos of his pets it wouldn’t surprise me if he’s made a ton of “memes” (or whatever Sornieth’s equivalent might be) based on them

Melon:

Oh my gosh that drink sounds delicious. And I’m so glad melon is as sweet as her drink! I bet she and Ketut get along great!

Pina:

Tiny dragon with a mouthful of a name there! She seems like such a sweet kid, I’m glad she’s found a great older sister! And that art is so sweet, it’s a whole story in one photo.

Levia:

Oh my gosh she’s beautiful! I have a feeling there’s some great big myth about what might’ve happened when someone ticked her off that she just laughs at. Her accent is incredible though, I might need a copy for Artemis.

Thayne:

Baby sis sea monster! She’s just so sweet and ethereal. I love that choice of gif for her bio too, bioluminescent algae is neat stuff.

Voltaic:

Oh my gosh poor boy! He did so much for Mercury… I don’t see him in your lair so I’m guessing nothing there ended well at all. I hope he gets over it…

Dune:

Oh my gosh that boy is so impossibly lucky! I bet his honey gets used in a ton of wines around the resort. And with all of Trellis’s flowers around they’d taste amazing!

Max:

Her bio really makes me want to finally play life is strange. I love the layout on it too, it was incredibly easy to keep reading through. Overall she’s a really great fandragon!

Chloe:

She’s so beautifully blue oh my gosh! Her outfit matches the character so well too. A great match for your Max.

Rachel:

Her outfit is simple but I like it? The fire is a nice touch from what I’ve read in her bio too, plus is brings out her tert so well! Maybe the teardrop jade earrings would match the ones she wears in the gifs?

Ixalan:

I love how humble Ixalan is about his skills! He seems like an incredible person to work with/under, I’d love to have a mentor like that someday myself. That’s some awesome pixel art in his bio too, it’s a great touch.

Swampthing:

Oh my gosh she’s the most catlike griffin I’ve heard about in a long time. Hopefully the hatchlings stop treating her so badly eventually, she’s just trying her best. Also, I feel the pain of that scatter history, that’s why I stopped keeping them.

Aquila:

I just looked at him and gasped tbh. That accent looks so gorgeous with his colours! He may not have much lore, but damn that boy is a warrior.

Aerie:

Oh my gosh she’s so striking! If she’s a little arrogant at times she’s earned it in my opinion. Who’s her main contact at the resort? I can see so many funny communication errors happening with her and a few of the dragons xD

Escha:

Almost as striking as Aerie, but so much gloomier, geez. He’s like the worst traits of a vulture and a magpie all rolled up into one. I’d say he’s quite the character telling stories around the fire, but he probably avoids them like the plague.

Odary:

She may not have lore yet but oh my gosh she’s so elegant! I could totally see her being some type of priestess or dancer. Either way she’s amazing.

Horus:

Well this boy is just a recipe for disaster. Amazing outfit and accent though, I love how the light plays against the dark.

Gil:

Oh jeez Gil don’t let Tox and Nylon make the next Frankenstein. I love his colours though, that greyscale with the hints of blue and red is incredible. I never realized powerpack added those extra horns until I saw it on him. I think my brain is broken now.

Matoya:

Such a gorgeous geode oh my gosh! Now if only all her grandkids weren’t so darn ungrateful… At least she has Jaya and Angelo around. I didn’t realize her name was from final fantasy until I clicked on the theme song link, but I forgot how much I love the soundtrack for those games! (Never played them, just love orchestral/classical music)

Eirin:

Jeez, what a nerd xD He’s such a sweet boy though, and I love that idea of the comet being used as a lens/projector! Maybe since he’s from wind he could even have enough magic to stir up a fog and do some 3d?

Able:

Such a cute messy boy! I love that autumn aesthetic, and the flower nymph is a perfect match!

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fuckinsteverogers · 6 years

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Olympus Has Fallen: Chapter 3

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Athena x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 2.2k

Rating: 18+ Series

Warnings: Fluff, Cute ass shit, also stalking.

Synopsis: Athena works for a tech company that happens to find itself with a new client, Stark Industries. Her centuries of hiding are about to be thrown out the window, but will she find allies in the Avengers at a time of crisis or will she fight alone and risk destroying herself?

Author’s Note: I kinda wanted to post two today, or maybe I might post the 4th as well after this, I haven’t decided. Anywhoozle, feedback is always appreciated. I hope you like it.

I watch the sweat drip down my forehead through the mirror stretched along the wall in front of the Stairmaster. I rub the soreness in my thighs as I climb and climb and I imagine I’m climbing the steps of the Eiffel Tower. I imagine I’m far away from the upper east side and in a foreign country, basking in the sun or drinking hot chocolate in the cold, but I’ve run for centuries trying to escape the people calling me a demon.

I hear the grunts from the men lifting weights over Slayer playing through my headphones, and it occurs to me that if the Avengers wanted to kill me, they would have at least tried to stop me walking out of the tower. They probably wouldn’t have succeeded, but they would have tried.

I’d made a conscious effort to be more alert during the last fortnight since being confronted by the group of superheroes and had noticed black SUVS and people in black hoodies and combat boots trying to stealthily follow me. They kept a safe distance, but I was yet to determine whether they were keeping an eye on me to either protect me from others or protect others from me.

I distantly think about what I’m going to have for dinner as I lift my weights, and do my deadlifts, and I walk past countless restaurants on the way home and I notice the person in the black hoodie is remarkably bigger in muscle mass as of yesterday. I climb the stairs of my apartment building and groan at the ache in my thighs, and I notice the black hoodie actually come into the building today.

I climb the fifteen floors and the black hoodie stays two floors behind me, I regard them with clear eyes, and catch a glimpse of theirs. My brain begins to swim and ocean breeze flitters past my nostrils and I know who it is immediately.

I jam my keys into the lock and wait, turning the knob, flinging the door open, and wait for the black hoodie. He rounds the corner, sees me waiting and stops, head down, hoodie concealing the blonde hair.

“I know you all are keeping a safe distance, Captain Rogers, but please… Join me for dinner,” I invite, smiling to him. His shoulders square and he lifts his head, my eyes meet the oceans and I feel lightheaded, probably from the hard work out and my need for sustenance.

“I’m not sure I should, Ma’am,” Captain Rogers replies in the silky-smooth voice that I want to wrap myself in.

“Come on, you must be hungry from stalking me,” I say cheekily and walk over the threshold to my apartment. The room smells like lavender and I leave the door wide open for him to make his mind up. I dump my bag, slip off my shoes and pull the chicken from the fridge.

The chicken is diced and the oil is hot in the pan when Captain Rogers finally makes up his mind, entering and closing the door. He pushes down the hoodie of his sweatshirt and removes his boots, not necessary but appreciated.

“I hope you’re okay with a curry,” I tell him as he lifts his eyes to mind, he nods, mouth still in a hard line. “Would you like a drink? I have beer, I think?”

“Water should be fine, Ma’am.” I move and fill a glass with iced water from the fridge and place it in front of one of the bar stools, forcing him to come within touching distance of me. I notice how weary he is, careful with each step and each movement, almost as if worried that I might get angry.

He does as I expect him to, shuffle towards the breakfast bar and seats himself on one of the swivel chairs and sips the water leisurely. I watch the beauty of the man before me, so struck with how unbelievably breathtaking this man is even compared to the many Gods I’ve met. Eyes bluer than the oceans Poseidon controls, hair silkier than Aphrodite’s, skin more golden than even mine, and voice smoother than Hera’s as she nurses a child.

I throw the chicken into the pan to brown, and once cooked I put in the sauce to simmer. Regarding Captain Rogers who has awkwardly sipped through half of his glass, I press my hands into the counter and lean towards him, he looks at me alarmed.

“Captain Rogers, I was wondering if you could answer some of my questions?” I ask, moving my head to his level and searching the eyes that are bright and innocent. His mouth twitches slightly, enough for me to notice.

“You can call me Steve, Ma’am,” He replies, voice soaking through me, and causes my eyes to visibly flutter.

“And you can call me Athena, Steve,” I reciprocate the first name basis, he smiles slightly and I notice the weary fondness stretch across him as the tension in his shoulders loosen. “Now, are the Avengers following me because you think I might hurt someone?”

Steve’s eyes flash surprise, and his smile vanishes into confusion. “Tony has done extensive reading on your history, he doesn’t believe you a threat and nor do I,” Steve replies truthfully, I see the glint of trust in his words and I smile wide without thinking. I’d never heard trust in someone’s voice when speaking about me before, I’d been met with fear my entire existence.

“Then what’s with the security detail?” I ask, stirring the curry before turning the pot of water on to boil. Steve releases a breath and I hear him stand from the chair, I see him round the bench before I feel him. He brushes a hand on my hip and I have a very sudden urge to lean into the touch, but it’s gone within a second and he leans against the bench.

“Tony and I don’t believe you are a threat to us or anyone else, but that doesn’t mean all the Avengers agree,” Steve replies, I gather a glint of regret in his voice, regret for telling me that maybe. I understand where he is coming from, and I understand where the Avengers that don’t trust me are coming from, I haven’t given them any reason not to.

I pour the rice into the boiling water and stir the curry once more, I don’t bother replying as I grab plates from the cupboard and uncork a bottle of wine, and pour myself a glass.

“Do you drink wine, Steve?” I ask, taking a sip. He looks from watching the curry simmer to look at me, the corner of his lips raise.

“Only with beautiful women, Ma’am,” Steve replies, and I smile, and his eyes flash for a second, “Athena, I mean.”

“So, I shouldn’t pour you a glass then,” I insinuate, I place my glass down and stir the rice, turning the tap onto hot water to drain it once it’s fully cooked. Steve shifts and I feel his presence inch closer, turning I see I’m right with my body a few inches from his.

“You are spectacularly beautiful, Athena,” His mouth curves and I have to look down before I give myself away, the smile on my face still evident. “Many men have probably assured you of that over the centuries.”

“You’d be surprised. Just because they built the Parthenon for me, doesn’t necessarily mean that men aren’t intimidated by me,” I reply quickly, pouring the rice into the strainer. Swirling it through hot water, “I don’t date usually, I’m a terrible liar with those I feel connection to.”

I make the plates and pour another glass of wine for Steve, who takes it eagerly. I leave leftovers on the stove and just as I had thought, Steve questions whether he can have seconds, I nod eagerly and watch with a fondness growing in my chest.

“What did you mean when you said that you weren’t a superhero if history had anything to do with it?” Steve asks as I wash the dishes, leaning his head in his hands, I watch as his hair falls onto his forehead and note the way it tumbles.

“I haven’t always been so secretive with my origin. Apollo and I came to earth to help the mortals, with this ignorant idea that we could rid the world of war and famine and disease, we succeeded in some parts, but failed in others. We couldn’t stop the black plague, and were failures in stopping the extinction of integral species,” I sigh, draining the water from the sink and wiping my hands on my tights, my chest tightening but I continue for the sake of the man’s concentration completely on me. “I was naïve, and during the Salem Witch trial era, I revealed my existence to Salem, and was met with harsh words and pitch forks. I thought I could help these people, but they threatened to kill me. I ran and never stopped running, I move to a new city every few decades to feign off the questions about my age.”

“How long have you resided in New York?” Steve questions, enthralled by my story. I smile, and move to sit beside him, sipping on my third glass of wine.

“It has only been three years last month. I was in Rome before this,” I tell him, rubbing the muscles of my thighs as they ache, he follows my hands and his mind reels.

“How about we retire to the couch and I’ll massage your legs as you tell me stories of your life?” Steve offers, I meet his eyes in surprise, my hands stuttering as I dig my fingers into the muscles.

“You don’t have to do…” Steve interrupts me by grasping both my hands and tugging me towards the couch, obviously eager to hear more tales of my long existence.

I watch him sit, beautiful against the cream sofa, and I sit beside him, leaning against the arm rest, and drape my legs across his lap, the curve of my behind pressed to his thigh. He brings rubbing the sore muscles of my thighs and I begin talking, starting from a random spot in history, telling him about Apollo and I. This goes on for a while, he massages my thighs, then switches to my calves, then back up to my thighs, his eyes watching his hands and his ears listening intently to my words.

“We were in Brooklyn, Apollo and I, on July 4th, 1940 and we went to this dive bar. I remember that year, I had dyed my hair black and had grown it all the way down to my lower back, and was wearing this bright red dress that night. We were on vacation, and Apollo pulled me to this bar and we danced all night. I remember listening to the band and wishing that I could live and die in this era, instead of having to live through all the war and famine; it was the first year of the war, a war I couldn’t stop, but we danced, and basked in the dull lights and the laughing people. It was like there was no war in the world, like these people didn’t care what was happening on the streets, they just danced and laughed and drank,” I told him, remembering the night like it was yesterday.

“What bar was it?” Steve asks, I look at him and notice his eyes wide, and see that he has stopped massaging and his hands are motionless on my thighs.

“O’Connor’s. It’s closed now,” I tell him, feeling the clench of his hands on my thighs as I let the words slip my mouth.

“I knew when you said black hair and red dress, but I wasn’t sure,” Steve blubbers, I place my hand on his shoulder and he turns to look at me, shifting himself and my legs to almost pull me onto his lap. “It was my birthday and Bucky had taken me out to celebrate before I enlisted in the war, and there was this beautiful woman in a man’s arms and I had sat and drank my beer and wished that was me. She was so beautiful, I had thought, and it was you.”

My eyes widen and my jaw goes slack, I had been so invested in dancing that I hadn’t looked at anyone sideways, if I had I would have seen him. I remember the music that night as it floods my head, soft and carefree. I remember the happiness I felt and I’m transported to that time as I watch the beautiful man in front of me wish he had asked me to dance.

I suddenly don’t want anything more than to be here with him, and I pull myself up onto his lap, his hands finding my hips, and I look into his ocean eyes. I fall deeply into them, and press my thighs to his, and wrap myself in the man I wish I had met in that 1940’s dive bar, but we are in the 21st century and neither of us can get drunk off of wine, and I press my lips to his.

And suddenly we are dancing, and I feel weak and his hands are on my back and in my hair and I feel more like a goddess than I have in millennia.

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social-cocoon · 7 years

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terminal-vector replied to your post “I’m disappointed at the lack of Horizon Zero Dawn meta talk on my dash”

I would post stuff like this directly on my blog, but I try to keep it mostly spoiler-free. I agree that there needs to be more discussion about the game though! I love the theories about Faro still being alive, but I do agree that it slightly distracts from the overall themes (although it would fit a snake like him too well to cause the damnation of humanity TWICE, and still try to survive it all) What do you think about the mysterious signal that activated Hades? ⚡

Faro being alive would be kinda cool, I guess, but how would he still be around? I’m thinking maybe he put himself in cryo? But I haven’t played the game in a while so I can’t come up with anything solid using specifics from the game because I can’t remember any specifics! Still, Faro being alive would be cool because then we’d have Faro’s perspective straight from him and could ask anything instead of being confined to recordings! Also, in Aloy’s case she could hear about more Elisabet (what she was like, more about her life, etc. etc) straight from somebody who actually knew Elisabet, and that’d be pretty invaluable to her (she could probably hear stuff about Elisabet from GAIA too, if GAIA manages to get up and running again and can still remember Elisabet and everyone else). Though, Faro still being alive would be kind of disappointing, too. Just wouldn’t feel right and in my eyes it would make things too simple. Faro pretty much knows everything about the tech. People from Aloy’s time don’t. Faro is basically a knowledge vault. People from Aloy’s time only know so much.

The signal is interesting! For one, I’m certain it was not activated anywhere near Carja lands. Actually, I think it was probably done somewhere in the Forbidden West. There’s at least one book in the game that talks about the Western lands and how it’s basically a killer wasteland, but there are people who manage to survive out there. And I don’t know where Faro’s paradise is supposed to be, but it had to be far from Carja lands. I’m thinking Utah, because that’s where he was born. It’s also west of Colorado where the game takes place, and right next to it the state! So it’s close enough for Aloy to travel to in a sequel. So, a group of people in what used to be Utah stumbled across Faro’s paradise and, after some exploring, found out what happened but from Faro’s perspective. Since they got Faro’s take, they might believe that the world has gone to shit and should be redone (also since Faro’s place is supposed to be some sort of paradise, it’ll look like some sort of tropical, Hawaii-esque paradise, and the stark contrast between this lovely paradise and the hellish outside world could further lead this group of people to think that GAIA failed). Since Faro was able to erase APOLLO’s databases, he probably had ways to access the other AI, so the group was able to find the codes for HADES and activate them. Or, if Faro was alive a la cryostasis, they could have woken him up and he sees how awful the West is but isn’t able to see that there are places where the land is healthy and full of vegetation like in the Nora lands, so he thinks that GAIA’s failed and hits the kill switch.

I just thought, too, that Faro being the one to activate the codes would help account for why HADES viewed Aloy/Elisabet as a threat. Anyone who stumbled across Faro’s paradise wouldn’t know who Elisabet is, and even if they did get some information from recordings of Faro, they wouldn’t know exactly why she’s a threat. Faro would. He would also be able to guess that GAIA had a sample of Elisabet that she’d be able to clone, so he made sure to let HADES know that any woman who looked like Elisabet was a threat. Going along with the whole cloning thing, I once thought that maybe a clone of Faro was out there somewhere and he was the one screwing things up, but I dunno about that. Still, he’d be able to access places using Faro’s DNA and learn things just like Aloy did, so maybe he was able to access Faro’s paradise that way, and he could access any codes that way.

#terminal-vector #It would also be cool if the Sun-King who disappeared in the West has something to do with all this #But that was way before HADES woke up so I doubt it #I have more to say now that I've actually been looking things up but this post has gotten long enough already;;;#Maybe I'll make a new one later #Horizon Zero Dawn

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