#I put down the new pjo book to draw this

[miroana]

Percy Jackson will do your quests

#I laughed aloud at the idea of posidon posting a pull tab ad poster on olympus with percy’s home address on it #I put down the new pjo book to draw this #do you know how inspired I need to be to put down the new pjo book?? #percy jackson #pjo #poseidon #percy jackson and the olympians #the chalice of the gods #greek mythology #rick riordan #my art

[empires-au-ideas]

Hello! What the name says.

I will make aus for both seasons. I have aus I will post, but you guys can also send asks to MAKE aus.

My main is @killmebythebeach and I have done some writing and other aus for empires there.

This pinned post will be updated as we make more aus. The tags for each au will also be in the tags here.

I will be making no aus about the streamers/ccs themselves, just their characters. So please do not send asks about streamers.

Writings for the aus is my writing tag! Find short stories or long chaptered fiction for the aus here. People can also share their writing here.

Art for the au is for any art I make or any art shared with me for the aus here!

Any crossover with another smp will be tagged as "[smp abbreviation (hc, dsmp, ect.) x esmp".

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SEASON ONE AUS:

Xornoth wins au (temp title): Scott is put in the crystal instead of Xornoth, and in a weird draw of luck Jimmy is the one who has to save the other empowers from the demon.

Empire falls au: gravity falls au with roseblings as the pines twins! Let's see if they can solve all the wacky mysteries of the town.

Three skulls au: the whole WRA gets corrupted right off the bat and they are here to cause problems on purpose. This includes problems for their boss.

The cold wanderer au: Scott and Xornoth switch places, but not gods. When Exor reveals himself to be with Xornoth and not Scott like everyone thought the prophecy said, Gem and Fwhip have to go hunt him down and force him to help. Inspired by atla

Living on au: inspired by pjo, Pearl accidentally becomes the older sister of many many demigods. On ao3

The twin dragons au: during a fight, the dragon egg turns splits in two, giving Xornoth a new dragon minion and leaving Gem and Fwhip on the run with the other dragon

Gilded changeling au: Sausage is kidnapped by the fae of Gilded Helanthia and replaced with a changeling. He was fine with his life in the court of Queen Pearl, until he finds out where he's really from when the Staff of Mythland chooses him

Power couple au: both Lizzie and Joel become gods. No one has a good time except those two.

Wilted Helanthia au: Pearl dies in the arena fight, leaving the WRA to mourn. When the roseblings go to Xornoth to get her back, Sausage is forced to face his grief and stop them.

Salmon Jimmy au: Jimmy is kidnapped as a child and is indoctrinated into the Salmon life. Making the WRA his friends, and his own pong lost sister his enemy.

Joel: champion of Aeor au: Joel is Aeor's champion, leaving everyone involved increasingly frustrated

SEASON TWO AUS:

Bounties at sea au: pirates! Joey accidentally becomes pirate captain on a ship with Scott and Sausage as The Sheriff and Katherine try and hunt them down. Wacky hijinks ensue.

The frog house au: Owl house! False as Luz, Shelby as Eda, and many many more.

Falsehoods in a false world au: Alice in Wonderland au (based on the book, not movie) with False as Alice.

It was Oli all along au: Oli is the bad guy in everyone's backstories and I see if I can make that a cohesive time line.

Princess Protector: Gem and Skeletron are now besties. That's it. That's the au.

The Soul King au: ANOTHER au based on atla where the main cast has to go and take down the Tyrannt King to stop him from hunting down magic users with Oli, Sausage, Scott, Shelby, and Katherine as the Gaang.

Sea of Secrets au: Shelby is a selkie who has locked her coat away in fear of the school or her fellow emperors finding it. Katherine wants to find out what's wrong.

Poison Flowers au: surprise surprise, more nature wives! Katherine having both powers over light and darkness, using her light powers to be Ms goody-two-shoes in the day, and her dark powers to actually stop crime without the hero agency in her way at night. She may or may not be obsessed with taking down a villain, Shelby, with powers over the cold dark emptiness if the void.

SEASON CROSSOVER AUS:

Withered witch au: Shelby is haunted by the ghosts of Sausage and Gem from s1, and they attempt to help her with magic.

Storyteller au: after living peacefully in Scott's afterlife, the cast of s1 is brought back to the world as ghosts, traveling between empires to tell their tales. When they catch the attention of the s2 rulers, the rulers go to Pix to uncover who these people were.

Reincarnated Sausage au: s2!Sausage is the reincarnation of s1!Joey, same with s2!Pix and s1!Jimmy. After the Rune Sword has deteriorated, Xornoth and Scott are unleashed unto the world again

The Riffs Archives au: tma au with Shelby as the archivist, the rest of the nether star alliance as the assistants, and Pix as head of the institute

SERVER CROSSOVER AUS:

Empire Mumbo au (hc): Xornoth wins and puts Scott in a crystal, corrupting all the other empires. But in a mission to conqure other dimensions, the Scott crystal is lost and comes into the possession of one Mumbo Jumbo

#empires smp au #xornoth wins au #bounties at sea au #empire falls au #withered witch au #the frog house au #falsehoods in a false world au #it was oli all along au #three skulls au #the cold wanderer au #storyteller au #writings for the aus #living on au #art for the au #empire mumbo au #reincarnated sausage au #princess protector au #the soul king au #the riffs archives au #the twin dragons au #gilded changeling au #power couple au #wilted helanthia au #salmon jimmy au #joel: champion of aeor au #sea of secrets au #poison flowers au

[grumpylia]

lotus casino ep pjo tv show thoughts

Okay, I know this is old news by now but I think I've developed my thoughts more on why in particular I didn't like the Lotus Hotel episode, and what I thought they could've done with it instead.

I think one of the main issues I have is that we're speedrunning all of this development! If, in s1, they're already on top of all the mythological traps etc, then I feel we see less tangible development as they (particularly Percy) get older and more experienced within the mythological world. I was fine with the way they handled the Medusa situation, because I felt like there was enough payoff that justified the change of the scene, but I really disliked the changes with the Lotus Hotel! To have them just walk in and be like 'Oh this must be the Lotus-Eaters' just takes away all the tension from the scene, and makes them too wary too quickly. I loved in the original scene how it did demonstrate the Twelve Year Old of it all: Annabeth is playing her architecture game, they're all excited over video games and free food and endless money and it's so much fun!

In the TV show, too, it also would've worked really well as a mechanism to raise the stakes. The show has an issue with tension: there are moments where it feels like we SHOULD be tense, but we're just casually strolling. I feel like the Lotus Casino would've been a great way to help that issue: just this gradual, burgeoning sense that something isn't quite right. We could've gone really eerie: fun melting into this really off-putting feel. It would've helped instrumentally to raise the stakes, too! Instead of Hermes just telling them 'oh, time works differently in the Lotus Hotel', we could've had this really awesome scene where—once they'd had their realisation—they burst out of the hotel, quickly moving down the street, desperate to find some sort of date, some sort of idea of how much time they've lost. The camera suddenly draws to a stop, and we see the horrified faces of the trio, and then, the date. The deadline has passed. It would've been such an easy way to build tension! But no!

I definitely see a lot of people saying that the Hermes scene was good because it built the dynamics between Annabeth, Luke, and Hermes and I don't COMPLETELY disagree with that. I thought it was a decent scene and I liked the character work that it did: I just felt that it was misplaced, and too long and too tell-y. I'm the last person to preach about show-not-tell (I am an extremely tell-y writer it's a genuine problem) but it really is an issue that's becoming more and more obvious in the show! The Hermes scene really slowed down the pacing of the entire episode and—in my opinion—dragged it down. I don't HATE the idea of having Hermes in this episode (it makes sense that he frequents a place of both gamblers and travellers), but I feel like it could've been done in a quicker, more interesting way. Maybe the Trio could've run into him after they've realised? I'm not sure the idea is still cooking but I did really like the taxi scene so I wouldn't be mad if they'd worked out a way to keep that in (although rip that one driver in the books who called Annabeth "your highness" that was funny asf).

I think what I really wanted from this episode was some more, less tell-y, character work. I would've really liked some ATLA kind of filler for the middle of the ep where they're just fucking around in the Lotus Hotel: the plot isn't necessary advanced, but we're using the time to develop different aspects of our characters in a really fun way. Sort of a chance to see behind the curtain, and to see how the trio behave in their downtime.

That being said, I did really like some aspects of this episode! I think the Grover storyline was doing a lot of heavy lifting (Aryan and his big sad eyes were breaking my heart) and I liked the exploration into the Pan stuff. I also liked Percy and Annabeth being silly little billies together I just thought it was nice. Of course, the taxi scene slayed too.

I had a lot more to say than I thought I did about this! I'd love to hear what everyone else thinks :)

#pjo tv show #pjotv #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson

[katealot]

Like The Back Of My Hand

Chapter 11 of Solangelo Soulmate AU

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Previously: No sooner had Nico finished adjusting himself was he fast asleep. He couldn't be blamed. The digital clock on the bedside table told Will it was 12:48am. His eyes closed and he breathed a content sigh into his partner's hair.

He was so tired, in fact, that the filters that had gone up to protect whatever they had dropped away.

"I love you." It was so quiet, it was practically a sigh.

His exhaustion took hold of him and he finally sunk into a deep, well deserved sleep, his arms wrapped around the boy he loved.

By the time Will wakes up, wrapped in the warm comforter of Nico's bed the sun trickling in through the window, Nico is nowhere to be found. In his place is a note that read "Early lecture, stay as long as you like but DON'T be nosy :-)". He chuckled and sat up, stretching his bare arms over his head and hearing a few satisfying pops in his back and neck.

He swung his legs off the bed and walked out of the room and towards the kitchen where the scent of a strong batch of coffee still lingered in the air. He poured himself a mug from the french press and headed toward the window where he greeted a small blue flower and the bud growing next to it.

"Good morning, beautiful. Is that a new leaf I see? How exciting! You're doing a great job." He smiled the gentle kind of smile reserved for when you are completely and totally alone. He caressed one of her petals and then turned to head toward the couch when he spotted Nico's studio station. It was a moderately sized stacked desk covered in paint and ink stains cluttered in seemingly no logical ways with art supplies: brushes, stained mason jars of various sizes (some still holding trace amounts of paint water), small canvases, sketchbooks, magazine clippings and printed reference pictures, oil crayons, charcoal vines, pens and pencils. Leaning against either side were a few larger canvasses, their used sides all strategically stacked facing the desk. Will had passed the artist's corner dozens of times in all the times he's been here but he was seldom alone long enough to get a good look. He smirked thinking about Nico's note. Don't be nosy. What Nico didn't know wouldn't hurt him. So sue him for being curious.

He put his coffee down on the side table and padded his way across the wood floor to the desk. Laid open was a medium sized sketchbook and several pencils, as well as a pallet of watercolours and a thin brush still sitting in a shallow bit of water in a jar. On the open page were some rough sketches of figure studies, all faceless and relatively broad in their features. A torso and v-line with an arm hanging casually at its side. The details of a neck extending to the collarbones and shoulders. Several lone muscular arms, wrists and hands in various relaxed and tensed positions. The form of a person, curly haired, lying shirtless, the lines of their freckled shoulder blades pronounced but relaxed with their back to the artist...

He studied the drawings with a profound appreciation for their simplicity. They were detailed, but in a way where five quick strokes might make one defined shadow. He reached toward the page and turned it backwards, toward the used bulk of this sketchbook. Some of the pages were the same texture as the figures page, containing pen and pencil drawings of landscapes, skylines, people, animals, and flowers. Some of them were warped slightly from dried paintings of still lives or what appeared to be just studies of color theory. A few had pasted in pieces of newspapers, magazines and pages from books, drawn and colored on top of and around, punching out words and adding wild features to cologne models while they looked on stoic and blissfully unaware of their new modifications. 

He returned the book to how he found it and glanced up at the pictures he had pinned to the lip of the top shelf. A delightful little drawing of a rotund cow grazing a few tufts of grass, signed perhaps by a friend. Clippings from red carpet events: Billy Porter, Janelle Monae, Rami Malek. A photograph of a group of teenagers, all in matching orange shirts posing in gleeful excitement for a goofy group picture in front of a canoe lake. He searched for Nico's familiar face and found it on a boy with slightly longer hair, half smiling with closed eyes at a curly haired latino boy who was frozen mid jump on his back. He smiled at his expression and his grin only grew as he surveyed the faces of all these people, laughing, sticking tongues out, limbs all strewn about in casual contact with people they clearly held affection for.

On a tiny canvas perched on a tiny easel just under the picture was a minuter oil painting of the roman Colosseum in the oranges, yellows and pinks of a fiery sunset.

Will felt exhilaration mixed with a humbling honor at being a sole patron at this exclusive gallery. His heart suddenly swelled at the thought that, whether intentionally or not, Nico had put his trust in Will to bear witness to Nico's own private treasures, work that so clearly reflects the heart that beats in his chest... and to keep them safe next to his own. His eyes where starting to get misty when his hopelessly romantic train of thought was interrupted by the ping sound of his text notification.

He dug his phone out of the pockets of his jeans and saw the preview of a text from his half-sister.

"Oh shit, almost forgot." He murmured to himself, turning on his heel to collect his things from the bedroom before heading out the door, locking the apartment behind him.

A few hours later Nico emerged from the lecture hall, cold, weary and slightly sore from note taking. He instinctively took out his phone to check the time and saw a text from Will. 

If you finish up any time soon and are feeling in the mood to lend a helping hand, meet me at my house? Free pizza and beer.

It was just shy of half past noon and he didn't have any more classes for the rest of the day. He pondered it only for a few moments more before calling an Uber.

The driver dropped him off in front of Will's house, just behind a U-haul trailer attached to a pickup truck. Nico stood slightly confused for just a moment until the front door opened and out came Kayla, holding a large plant and a standing lamp, it's chord wrapped loosely around the base and its many arms all ending in a different colored cone shaped lampshade bundled together with a zip-tie. Following her was Will carrying two big boxes stacked on top of each other.

"Oh, hey Nico!" Kayla said when she saw him, grinning brightly.

He waved a gloved hand and eyed the mostly closed trailer door. Putting the pieces together quickly, he stepped to it and hefted it up the rest of the way, standing on his tiptoes to hold it above his head as they reached him, Kayla climbing right into the back and setting her armfulls next to the minimal boxes and singular bean bag chair already stacked at the far end.

"You guys are moving?" Nico asked, eyeing them as Kayla took the boxes from Will one by one and stacked them alongside their brethren.

"I'm moving. Leaving my sweet baby brothers behind to move in with my girlfriend." As Kayla said this she pinched one of Wills already pink from the cold cheeks.

"Ow." He swatted her hand away, rolling his eyes with a passive smile. "If you want to stick around and help us get the rest of her stuff we'll feed you and send you home with alcoholic presents. You don't have to, obviously. With the three of us though, it shouldn't take longer than 30 minutes, 45 tops."

Nico rolled his eyes at the coercion. Of course he was going to help. But not before a healthy dose of ribbing. 

"So you get me to spend my own money coming all the way here after my exhaustive, hours long lecture hall, just to put me to work for a slice of pizza and a wine cooler and then tell me I don't have to as if I could be a total dick and turn you down." He folded his arms in front of his chest. 

They both stared at him, then each other. Kayla cracked a smile. Will shook his head and tried to keep his own at bay.

"You DON'T have to, and we'll still send you home with booze for making the journey all the way downtown." He stepped down out of the trailer, Kayla right behind him, and took a step toward Nico, eyes conveying nothing but his sincere promise.

Nico's neutral expression wavered as Will's new position forced him to look up slightly at the blond. Finally, his demeanor cracked, his lip quirking up in the slightest of smiles.

"Obviously I'll help. I'm already here, aren't I?" He sidestepped Will who remained where he was, smiling down to where he'd just been. Kayla cackled and led the way back into the house where the remainder of the movables sit.

Nico had never actually been inside Will's house before. It was really only just now that he thought about how often it was Will making the trip to his flat, and not the other way around. He didn't know what to expect but he can't say that the dark red patterned wallpaper with a stockinged lady's leg lamp- a la Christmas Story- casting a warm yellowish glow throughout the entrance hallway was it. 

He was a little dumbfounded and only more so as he moved farther into the house. The hallway ended, along with the baffling wallpaper, in a space that was half living area and half kitchen, with a single wall separating the two lengthwise across the room. The carpeted floor of the living room featured one beat up looking leather couch with two beanbags on either side, yellow and blue. He posited that the green with pink flowers one he had seen in the trailer was a part of a matching set the three siblings had had. Behind the 2 foot tv, switch and play station mounted atop a driftwood table, on a weird wall-cutout of a shelf, was a row of different color and style lava lamps, all aglow in their multi-coloured, hypnotic glory. Along the edges of the room, push-pinned into the ceiling, were a set of beach party string lights. Besides the lava lamps and residual kitchen lighting, the tiny plastic flamingos, palm trees and flip-fliops were the only things illuminating the room. 

Nico's pace slowed as they entered the room. He was trying to take in the several dozens of vibes that this home was screaming at him so far. It was, from an artistic standpoint, a maximalist clusterfuck. A bookshelf to the left of the entertainment station was a dizzying array of medical textbooks, records, and knickknacks. Funko pops and various small whimsical instruments peppered almost every horizontal surface. The wall that separated this area from the kitchen was painted with blackboard paint, and there were doodles of everything from an abandoned game of hangman to a grocery list to what was clearly an outline of an actual person, their insides decorated with rough diagrams of the respiratory system and digestive tract, all in multi-coloured chalk. 

He parked himself just inside the archway, his mouth agape at never having seen the place Will called home. Will, noticing Nico's halting, looked back and saw this, his face suddenly flushing with slight embarrassment.

"Oh yeah, I guess it's kinda a lot to take in at first glance." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. 

"Yeah," Was all Nico could manage at first, but shortly continued with "but not is a bad way."

Will looked like he wanted to say more but Kayla was already emerging from the doorway on the other end of the room with a side-table and woven hanging terrarium stuffed with newspaper. 

"Once we get all the boxes I need help with the dresser and chair. The big one's got books so it's heavy." 

Nico took one last look at Will who still looked embarrassed and walked past him toward the room, grabbing his hand and squeezing it for reassurance as he passed.

True to their word, 40 minutes later, all frozen ears, noses and numb fingers, they had loaded the last thing into the trailer- a well-worn loveseat affectionately dubbed "Diane".

Kayla slammed the sliding door of the U-Haul down and clapped her hands together in a that's that gesture before turning to the two boys and nodding.

"Thanks for the help fellas, I really do appreciate not having to haul my frozen ass for an hour and a half all by myself, so I owe you both a drink." She had already started walking backwards up the sidewalk as she spoke to them. Nico scrunched up his nose, his breath making visible clouds when he exhaled.

"No worries, but I think it's a little cold for beers, so I'll pass." He took one step away from the pair, as if about to depart when Kayla stopped him.

"Who said anything about beers? Mama's makin' you a Kayla Classic Cocoa." She wiggled her eyebrows and Will beamed at him and grabbed his hand before he could get much farther.

"Oh you have got to try one of these. It's like Christmas in your mouth."

He quirked his eyebrow quizatively, and was still a little sheepish, but allowed himself to be pulled along as the two lead him back into the much warmer house. 

Kayla marched into the baby blue painted kitchen and immediately got to work firing up the kettle and pulling out glasses, hot cocoa mix, a frighteningly large glass jug of cinnamon whiskey, ground cinnamon, cool whip and peppermint sticks. Will hopped up on the counter, hitting his head against the front of one of the hanging cabinets and flinching. Nico sucked on his teeth sympathetically but Will swatted the invisible empathy away.

"It's ritualistic at this point. Doesn't even hurt."

Nico looked at him with a mix of confused, concerned amusement, but decided to let it go.

"So..." Nico said, leaning against the half wall, "how long have you guys lived here?"

Kayla and Will looked at each other and then Will leaned his head back against the cabinets as Kayla took the lead.

"Well I grew up in New York but if you're asking about this house, I've lived here for 4 years. Will and Austin moved in 2 years ago- has he ever told you about that?" She was pointing a spoon between the two boys. Nico shook his head no and Kayla smacked Will's thigh with the spoon. "The hell, you spend either all your time at work or with him and you don't even talk about us?" 

Will propped his head up to look at her with a smile. He shrugged.

"I like to listen."

She rolled her eyes and returned her attention to Nico. 

"We always knew that our dad had other kids from his many failed marriages but a few years ago he got us all on a video call because he felt bad and said we ought to get to know each other a little. Austin and Will had already known each other because they were pretty close in age and went snooping before I did. After dad found an excuse to jump off the call we kinda just kept talking. Austin was looking for a music program in SoCal and Will had just been accepted to med school here at Colombia.

"Will mentioned really wanting to do it but never having left Texas and basically not knowing jack about moving to New York and I thought 'what the hell, I've never had a brother'. So I told him he could come move in with me-"

"We'd spoken maybe once before this, in passing basically, and she up and offers to house me while I start my residency," Will interjected.

"It was like maybe he'll murder me or maybe I'll murder him but either way, life was getting a little dull so why not, you know?" 

"I do not." Nico said, bemused. 

Kayla shrugged and went on.

"Anyway, Will agrees to move in, Austin asks if he can come too, I don't see why not since it would make rent cheaper and, yadda yadda, at long last these jamokes are losing their big sister to the adult world."

Will's head whipped up and he looked at his sister with horrified shock.

"Wait. Adult world? You mean to tell me that you and Oasis... BONE?!" His expression morphed into cartoonish anguish and he languished, "all this time I thought y'all were coloring and playing hopscotch in your room! To think you were doing the devil's dance!" 

Kayla flicked on the faucet and turned the shower nozzle on Will who shrieked and jumped off the counter, running around back to the other end of the kitchen where Nico was standing. He positioned himself so that Nico was a human shield against further aquatic assault and stuck his tongue out at her. She grinned and flipped him the bird.

She had also, it seemed, finished making their drinks. She plopped a peppermint stick in three glass mugs and handed Nico his cup. 

"Bon Appetit."

He could feel the heat of the beverage warming his poorly circulated hands. Atop the drink was a generous dollop of cool whip sprinkled with cinnamon. He sniffed the heated aroma wafting like ribbons of scent from the mug and took a cautious sip. It smelled spectacular. Flavors danced in his mouth. A rich, hot, dark chocolate cocoa with a spicy cinnamon kick and a hint of peppermint. 

"Mmm," Nico hummed into the mug. He looked up at Kayla's expectant face, a whipped cream mustache on his lip and said, "this is really good." 

Kayla smiled widely and for a moment, despite how truly different the two looked, he saw Will in her smile. He imagined that if that's the smile that suckered both of their parents, he could see why. 

The sound of the front door slamming shut drew their attention just then, and Kayla and Will in unison called out, "Au-STIN!"

"What up, what up!" They heard back and shortly thereafter, Austin himself appeared in the kitchen entryway. 

"Oh, Nico's here. What's up, man?" He extended a hand and before Nico really knew what was happening, he was being pulled into a handshake-hug. Released and a little dazed, he glanced at Will who just smiled at him and perched his head on top of Nico's. 

Austin looked between their three glasses and said,

"Is that a KCC?" Then turning to Kayla with exaggerated puppy dog eyes and hands clasped in a pleading beg, "Please tell me you-"

He didn't get any farther before she crossed to the fridge and opened it, pulling out a pitcher of a slushie-like drink that was a similar colour to their own.

"You think I would make KCCs and not make you a frozen one?"

Austin did a little dance in place while Kayla poured his glass and schlopped on his cool whip and cinnamon.

"How goes the kiddos?" Will asked him after a moment. 

This launched Austin into a rant about how his student teaching was going and how at any given time the only people who cared about his students succeeding were him and his student thanks to arts budgeting and parental conflicts.

Nico glanced at the three of them as Austin went on. They all seemed so relaxed in each other's presences, he almost felt like an intruder in their space. He began to shift awkwardly but, almost like he'd read his mind, Will brought a warm hand up and placed it on Nico's shoulder, beginning to squeeze and rub circles into his back with his thumb. Nico relaxed slightly and took another sip of his drink, discarding the thought and tuning back into the reason Kayla was laughing at Austin's story. 

At some point Nico pulled out his phone to check the time and was surprised to see that it was almost 4 o'clock. 

"Geez, it got late. I had better head out soon..." He stuffed his phone back in his pocket and started to get up from the couch where he had moved to when they'd traded kitchen counters for cushier seats.

Will sat up and looked at him from his yellow bean bag with a furrowed brow.

"Are you sure?" He looked very much as if he didn't want Nico to go. 

Nico opened his mouth but Kayla cut him off before he could get any words out.

"Yeah, wait, stay for dinner. I'll make Oasis bring us pizza." She took out her own phone and started typing away at it furiously. 

"Uh-" Nico tried again, but this time Austin spoke up,

"Stick around a little longer, man, we never get to hang out with you." 

This struck Nico as something bewildering. The idea that people who only know him through their brother wanted to, and actively expressed interest in, spending time with him seemed foreign to him. He had never thought of himself at being particularly good at making friends. Most of the time a group of people he's near just kind of decide he's part of them. That's what his oldest friends did, and even then, he was a little resistant to that at first. 

But here he was again, surrounded by these three siblings who were actively seeking his company. It felt... strange. Good. Comforting. Vulnerable.

He slowly sat back down and they cheered, which made him roll his eyes, despite the smile on his lips. 

Thirty minutes after that, they were all sitting on the floor of their living room, surrounded by paper plates speckled with the remnants of two delicious margarita pizzas. Oasis, a gorgeous 5'10" Korean-American woman with incredibly long and shiny black hair, lay across Kayla's legs with a PS4 controller in her hand, running her stealthily clad character around in a bustling Grecian city.

"How'd you get so good at this game, O?" Austin asked in awe.

"You underestimate how much time I spend on your guys' living room floor." She answered deadpanned. And then, "Plus, I like doing stealth murders and that's like 95% of the game."

Kayla ripped off a piece of the crust she was picking apart and threw it into the air, catching it in her mouth. 

"That's hot." She said, and Oasis smirked. "I'm going to get you this game just so I can watch you pull militia into bushes and eviscerate them." 

"Thanks, baby." Oasis said. Then, smacking Kayla lightly on the thigh, "Oh did you tell them about New Years?" 

"Oh, right," Kayla ripped off another piece of bread with her teeth. "We're doing our housewarming party on New Years Eve and you all are invited. It's going to be 20's themed so Austin has to wear his golden fedora." 

"Only if I can bring my sax." He said. 

"Deal, but if we get noise complaints, I am blaming you." Kayla put out a fist and Austin bumped it.

"You guys ever been there?" Nico asked. 

All four of them looked at him for a moment and he pointed back to the tv screen,  "Greece? It's really pretty." 

No one said anything for what felt to Nico like forever and his face began burning with embarrassment for having spoken, but then Will chimed in. 

"Nico grew up in Europe, guys." The room fell into a bout of 'oh yeahs' and 'I forgot he's from Italy'. 

"I went to Amsterdam once," Austin said, "They have like crazy tulips there." 

"God, I want to go to Europe," Kayla said wistfully, "put that on the list, babe. We'll go to Greece. And Scotland." 

"What's in Scotland?" Will asked, smirking with amusement.

"I don't know! Sheep!" Kayla threw a piece of crust at him.

"How does living in Italy compare to living in America?" Oasis asked Nico directly. In the little time he'd interacted with her, Nico had gathered that Oasis really liked asking people deep and personal questions about themselves. It's like she wanted to lay them out like a book before her and read them. 

"It's.." He tried to chuckled halfheartedly and then his face dropped a little, "it's different, for sure." He didn't elaborate. His words hung in the air, no one but he and Will quite sure why the atmosphere had gotten a little tenser. 

"Well," Austin broke the silence, "I don't know about you guys, but I feel like a little Mario Kart Tourney might spice things up right about now. O?"

"Hell yeah," Oasis said, saving her game and trading her controller for the detachable switch remotes, handing one to Austin. Kayla reached around the other side of the tv and procured two additional controllers. She tossed one to Will who offered it to Nico. 

"It would be an honor to watch you smoke their asses." He said with a smile. Nico rolled his eyes and took the controller. Then he paused, pondering it for a moment before deciding to lean into the reoccurring theme of the night which was existing shamelessly around new friends. He scooted closer to Will, nudging his leg out of the way until they both adjusted and he sat fully between Will's legs leaning back against his chest. Will rested his hands on Nico's hips, letting out a contented sigh that shuddered down Nico's spine. If the other three noticed them, they didn't seem to care.

Nico did indeed smoke their asses and after a few more KCCs and two Grand Prixs, Nico was smiling a dopey, slightly boozy smile as Austin and Oasis arguing over what track to choose so that any of them might have a chance against Nico.

The doorbell rang and Oasis and Austin didn't stop talking over each other, so Kayla handed her controller to Will and got up to answer it. They heard the door open and then Kayla's surprised voice.

"Oh, uh, hi..." Will and Nico heard her say from down the hall, "Come- come in, it's freezing outside. Will!" She called out to him, her exact emotion undetectable.

Will looked at Nico who quirked an eyebrow. He shrugged as if to say 'I don't know who it is' before pushing himself up and out from behind Nico and heading toward the hallway.

Shortly after he disappeared around the corner he heard an unfamiliar woman's voice.

"Hey, baby." Her uncertain voice dripped with a sweet southern twang and you could hear the smile on her lips. 

"Wha... what are you doing here?" Nico heard Will say slowly, not accusatory, but not with buckets of enthusiasm either.

That was enough to peak his curiosity. Nico rose from his spot, dropping his controller onto the couch behind him and walking to the doorway leading to the foyer. He peaked in and saw a woman just a bit shorter than Will embracing him. Snow dotted her honey-blonde curls that fell around her shoulders. Her eyes were squeezed closed as she hugged him tighter. 

Nico made eye contact with Kayla, who was also watching the encounter from by the front door, her expression one of slight disbelief. Nico felt like he was missing something. 

The woman opened her eyes and saw Nico looking at them.

"Oh dear," She said, releasing Will and holding him at an arm's length, "I didn't realize you had guests over." She sidestepped him a bit so she could fully see Nico and waved at him, smiling, "Hello there." 

Now that Nico had a full view of her face it was clear as day. Her face was warm and inviting, her smile lines and crows feet hard to distinguish among the freckles that generously peppered her face like the snow in her hair, clear and abundant. Her blue eyes twinkled like she knew everything about him just by looking at him. 

Will turned to see Nico watching them and blinked. He looked utterly shocked and confused, not unlike how Nico felt, but he shook his head and he stuttered out an introduction. 

"Oh, u-uh, this is Nico," He gestured to the boy standing in the doorway who awkwardly waved back. 

"And, uh, Nico," Will said, meeting his eyes in a silent plea before finishing his statement, "this is my mother."

#anotha one #this was one of my favorite chapters yet #i don't think it beats the greatest first date in the world though #fanfic #solangelo #will solace #nico di Angelo #soulmate au #pjo #hoo #katealot #LikeTheBackOfMyHand #fanfiction #katealot writes #Doctor!Will Solace #Artist!Nico Di Angelo #Like The Back Of My Hand #likethebackofmyhand

[amandayetagain]

the chalice of the gods talks a lot about youth, nostalgia, aging, and embracing old age. And that’s what the book is. The parallels to the lightning thief are clear, and it’s full of references to past adventures. It draws you back to your childhood, reading pjo for the first time, taking who is my godly parent quizzes, trying to eat more blue food! It handles growing pains and milestones, like homesickness, college, and that thing you did one time years ago but people still bring it up 24/7. Kidding. But as much as the book is written for fans beginning to age out of the series (and that’s ok!), it’s also written for Uncle Rick, in his old age. And for Percy, Annabeth, and Grover. It eases them out of save the world mode in a way we never get to see, and leaves a somewhat ambiguous ending. I know everyone noticed that one line clearly foreshadowing monsters not leaving them alone as they age, but the book felt like the ending to a chapter in my life as a fan as well. I’d feel okay putting the chalice of the gods down, and not picking up whatever the next new book is. Let’s be real, the sun and the stars was not meant for us, and that’s why a lot of us didn’t like it. It didn’t carry the same weight as the chalice of the gods, and it didn’t have the nostalgia-powered rose colored glasses shading it. The point is, you can choose which books from the fandom to consume. And you should. And it’s okay to move on.

#Trials of Apollo never really did it for me #So I didn’t finish them #Being up to date and in the loop can still happen with a quick scroll through wiki pages #I think I’ll always come back to the main books #I’ll read the new books starring members of the seven #But I don’t think I’ll read more than that

[essektheylyss]

Fanfic ask game for procrastinating on writing, that's what I'm understanding here, got it.

(tagged by @mllekurtz, thank you! these are super fun questions)

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

55! Jeeeeeez that's a lot.

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

295k. (Maybe it's because I come from the writing month world but that's the only stat I genuinely pay attention to lol.)

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

In current times, only Critical Role—back in the day I wrote on ff.net for Heroes and Castle and a few YA books.

4) What are your top five fics by kudos?

before it buries me

This was... actually my first shadowgast fic! One-shot set right after 91.

now I will ask you to be brave

Okay, so, this fic. I will not describe it, as I don't want to get anyone's hopes up. I started it right after hiatus with lofty ambitions and promptly realized my hubris, and now it is definitely never going to be finished. I did not get far. My deepest apologies to anyone who has read it and wanted more.

seeing eye to eye

One-shot of the nein running into Essek's family, and Beau understanding him a little better, rich kid with shitty parents to rich kid with shitty parents. A very specific characterization of Deirta in here, mostly filtered through Beau's mentality, which was so fun to write.

not from the absence of violence

OLD GUARD AU MY BELOVED. I desperately want to write in this au more but have not had the time or ideas, but holy shit I love this au so much.

cruel tricks the gods play

Another pre-97 shadowgast one-shot—the peace talks go very wrong and Caleb and Essek end up pulling a Titanic on a plank of wood after the ship sinks. Very fun, very no longer canon-compliant.

5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

So, okay, I do not, but this is a Thing for me, because I have, inexplicably, deep panic about responding to ao3 comments. I do not know why. I can feel physical panic thinking about it now. I aggressively hate it because I do really want to respond to comments because commenters are so lovely! I think it is a combination of my brain not knowing the culture of ao3 interaction well enough that it seems alarming (thanks, neurodivergence) and college screenwriting workshops in which I was taught not to respond during critique.

In any case, I do not have the same weird panic about tumblr interactions, so I'm always down to chat here.

6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

You know, for all of the angst that I write, I don't really write angsty endings. I think my two main Verin-centric fics (laid out one by one and this guilt-ridden heart) end kind of angstily, because that relationship isn't gonna be fixed in a conversation. But in general I think the worst I've got is bittersweet.

7) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I don't—I'd have to have a really, really good concept to write a crossover.

8) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not that I can remember, though who knows if I got any in high school. I'm a little impervious to flames anyway—again, workshop classes helped with the reminders that critique is what's useful, while hate is just, 'you can't please everyone'.

9) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I do not!

10) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I mean, not that I'm aware of lol.

11) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

12) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope.

13) What’s your all time favourite ship?

I mean, currently? Shadowgast. I don't have an all-time.

14) What’s a WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

sweet child. "Someday!" she says, shaking her fist at an unforgiving god.

15) What are your writing strengths?

I've suddenly forgotten every comment I've ever gotten. I am pretty good at grounded settings when I put in the effort. I think I am good at matching character voices—far better than inventing new ones.

And in terms of writing process... I managed to decide somewhere along the way that I like my own writing? Which is very hard, but also once you do that, it's a lot easier to just write instead of being hung up on quality, and it's then easier to notice when you're falling out of your own voice or when you actually need to rewrite a scene. I think I forced myself into this practice because I am soooo bad at sitting down and editing, so I have to do it as I write, and I had to get over the "this writing sounds like me therefore it is bad" feeling to manage that. (This has been my "love yourself as a writer" high horse.)

16) What are your writing weaknesses?

I think I overexplain. And on the other side, I lean so heavily into showing emotion via physical sensation that I forget to actually write the emotion.

And on a similar process high horse, I am so bad about feeling constantly like I need to write everything right now. This is primarily a problem because if I get too in my head about it, I end up writing none of it. I have not found a way to combat this, except to put one sentence in front of the other. (This is not helped by my ever-increasing pile of wips and ideas lol.)

17) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I patently refuse to do it, because I hate the idea of butchering a language I don't know, and because I tend to try to draw as little attention to the fact that a thing is written as possible, and if a language has to be translated via a glossary or something, it's drawing more attention to that, and even if it's something I'm leaving untranslated, someone who speaks that language will know that I have butchered it. That being said, I don't dislike it when I'm reading!

18) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Percy Jackson! I wrote so much PJO fic in middle school.

19) What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

what luminous worlds await, if only for the sheer enormity of that project and my delight that it actually came together. Though I cannot mention that without mentioning Icarus to your certainty, without which I probably would not have even written the former.

Tagging (and please feel free to ignore if you so choose) @the-littlest-goblin @mithrilwren @sky-scribbles!

#hello I am being perceived #dating myself with the use of the word 'flames' #I'm sorry for my strengths/weaknesses responses I hate evaluating my own qualities and love talking about writing process lmao #and now that I have managed to waste half an hour time to go back to writing lol #just! very! passionate! about! writing process!

[ariars-art]

First post of the new name/direction of this blog with my Linked Universe Percy Jackson AU! Meet the Demi-God boys!

After cleaning out my room a couple of weeks ago I found my old PJO & HoO books and my old obsession clashed with my new one along with my passion for mythology! I have a lot of stuff thought up about this AU and I’m going to keep riding the self indulgence juices for as long as I can!

Some info on the boys/the AU can be found below! Not everything is below, I would like to keep some secret/for the future ;) And feel free to ask/send questions about the AU, I would die of happiness if you did!

Wind -Son of Poseidon (God of the Sea, Storms, Earthquakes, Droughts, Floods and Horses) Counselor of Cabin 3. -14 years old. 3 years at camp. -He is a summer camper, and lives with his Grandma and younger sister Aryll when not at camp, they are unsure if his sister is a Demi-God as well. -Has gone on a few of quests so far, mainly ones that involved the sea including one to the sea of monster with his best friend/best rival Tetra.  -Really excited about all his new cousins and family. -Hates being underestimated due to his age, he’s been on quests, he's a son of Poseidon, he’s just as capable as the rest of them! -Favourite part of his powers is his ability to talk to fish and horses. Horses don’t like him back though. Wild -Son of Hypnos? (God of Sleep and the Personification of Sleep) -Doesn’t even know his age, let alone his birthday. -A year round camper, well he’s got no where else to go. First year at CHB -All he remembers is being inside a nice plush cabin with lots of pillows a tree growing in the middle that leaked a milky colored sap that was dripping over his hands and lips. -Slept for a really long time and he guesses now he has no memory? At least that’s what Chiron told him. But why does he feel so guilty? -No quests just yet, he likes practicing archery trick-shots with the Apollo kids. -A daughter of Athena keeps trying to get him to eat frogs and bugs. Some of them make him feel funny. Twilight -Son of Lupercus (God of Shepherds and Wader against Wolves), Champion of Lupa (Wolf Goddess). Centurion of Cohort 3. -19 years old. 4 Years at Camp.  -Summer Camper, goes home despite it being uncommon for Romans to do so. -Wasn’t found until he was 15, his father was too minor of a god to really draw any attention to Twilight. He liked it that way. He trained himself and it was enough to protect himself for a couple of years. -When he was 15, one of his mortal friends was killed the crossfire of one of the few monster attacks, afterwards he was taken to Camp Jupiter. -Whilst completing his training in the Wolf House under Lupa the wolf Goddess, the she-wolf took a liking to him and agreed to train him further than other Demi-gods and eventually took him on as her champion. -On a quest met someone and they teamed up and he fell in love with her despite knowing that she could never love him back. -Talk shit you get the stick Sky -Son of Zeus (God of the Sky, Lightning and Thunder. King of the Gods) Counselor of Cabin 1. -19 years old. 3 years at Camp. -Year round camper, but wishes he could be a summer camper like his girlfriend. -Very in love with his girlfriend who is a Daughter of Apollo, they knew each other as kids but never knew they were both Demi-Gods. -Has been on only two or three quests but they were very big/very important and needed the power of a son Zeus. Doesn’t like to think about his first quest.  -Prefers to use his Wind powers over his Lightning Powers. -Feels quite bad due to the fact ever since he and his younger cousin (Wind) showed up at camp the number of monster attacks have only increased. -Jealous of Wind’s ability to talk to some animal, he wishes he could communicate with his bird.

Four -Son of Hephaestus (God of Fire, the Forge, Metalworking, Technology and Blacksmiths) Co-counselor of Cabin 9. -18 years old. 4 years at camp.  -Summer Camper, goes home to his Grandfather during the year. -Quite small for an child of Hephaestus but that doesn’t put him down. -Known for stealing extra end of year beads from the Big House. -Sometimes seen talking to himself. -Is most skilled in weapons but has dabbled in creating automatons but all he ended up with was a cranky bird who likes to sit on his head, he named him E.Z.L.O. -”Yes I did flex and my sleeves fell off, shut up Legend!”  

Hyrule -Son of Hecate (Goddess of Magic, Crossroads, Sorcery, Necromany and Light) -16 years old. 2 years at Camp.  -Year round camper -Still quite new at all this Half-blood Demi-God stuff . -His Saytr guide got killed while escorting him to camp, managed to make the rest of the journey by himself. -His magic goes a bit haywire when he is stressed, last time he turned 3 members of the Hebe cabin in an acorn, plank of wood and a toaster for a few hours. -A little scared cause he feels unworthy next to all his siblings and all the other heroes in camp, but knows deep down he might be stronger than most of them. -Keeps taking the new Hypnos kid into the forest around the camp and sometimes they don’t show up again for a few days.

Time -Son of Janus (God of Beginnings, Transitions, Time, Duality, Doorways, Passages, and Endings) Former Praetor of Camp Jupiter, Former Centurion of the First Cohort. -Age unknown, but he’s quite old for a Demi-god.  -Gave up the Demi-God life and his Praetor position years ago to go and live with his mortal wife. -Due to his powers he sometimes ends up walking through doorways through time and space. Thats how he ended up here. Not his first rodeo in this time though. -Was raised by a group of forest Dryads for the first years of his life before moving to Camp Jupiter.  -Been on many quests, including one which ended up with him having to battle against the primordial moon goddess Luna. After winning the fight he took her sword. - “Look, I didn’t ask to be a half-blood.” Legend -Son of Hermes (God of Roads, Travel, Athletes, Diplomacy, Thieves, Commerce and Trade. Messenger of the Gods) Counselor of Cabin 10. -17 years old. 7 years at Camp. -Year round/Summer Camper, it kinda changes every year. -Currently holds onto the record for the most quests at Camp Half-Blood. Kinda proud but also kinda over it.  -Hoarder of all sorts of items, unknown where he gets all these items from.  -Bonded with Hyrule while he was holed up in Cabin 10 before his claiming by Hecate. -He sees a possible opportunity in the son of Poseidon to help him return to the mysterious island he wash up on years ago. An island where he fell in love with a goddess who could never leave. But he is going to find a way, he will. -Stole a pair of his dad’s flying shoes, but turns out they were kinda a dud. Can’t fly but can run really fast. Warriors -Son of Mars (God of War and Destruction) & Legacy of Venus (Goddess of Love, Beauty, Desire, Prosperity and Victory). Praetor of the 12th Legion. Former Centurion of Cohort 5. -18 years old. 4 years at Camp. -Year round camper. He’s in charge so he’s got to stay. -At first thought to be another child of Mars with a pretty face he was placed in Cohort 5. He was quickly made centurion of the ragtag group of Demi-Gods and quickly the cohort was competing with the best of them.  -He caught the eye of the current female Preator and when her colleague failed to return from a quest, she promoted Warriors to Preator, despite him not having completed the minimum 5 years of service to be eligible for the position. -Most well known for helping defend Camp Jupiter during a war a year ago, which helped solidify his new position as Praetor. But he feels guilty for every life lost in each of the battles. -A bit of a heartthrob who can't help but flaunt his double legacy sometimes.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu #legend of zelda #loz #link #percy jackson au #pjo au #twilight #wild #wind #my art #sky #time #warriors #legend #hyrule #four

[liveshaunted-moved]

headcanon dump; clary fray

okay, i headcanon’d that clary read the pjo series, and that rachel is the character she loves the most because she also identifies / see’s a lot of herself within rachel in a lot of ways. but, this is also just in, she also likes nico, especially after she reads the ‘outting’ scene, and how she rereads that after she herself was put in a similar situation. she rereads it and cries her eyes out once again.

clary is the type to crush easy

once again it’s their ANGEL BLOOD connection that draws clary out of her dark trances NOT LOVE

clary is totally a musical nerd. she loves them. she is the gay artist into theatre but didn’t want to go into theatre

the order in which i feel clary would come out & to who:

simon & jace (&seelie court) out of force, everyone assumes she kissed jace and simon and jace keep clary’s secret until she is ready because they saw how hard it was for in the court, because she wasn;t ready

her mother ( if she is alive au’s ) / luke

alec, magnus & izzy around the same time

maia a little later

everyone else, when needed

clary’s life force being tied to johnathan’s didn’t fully sink into her until she tried to kill him. normally, she wouldn’t mind herself dying in the process - she just was in shock that, she was truly the reason johnathan was breathing again, and that he will continue to do so so long as she does.

because who wouldn’t be in shock from when you go and stab someone else, you get the exact injury?

clary? totally a fan of the pjo books. she loved rachel dare, she saw a lot of herself in the mortal girl thrown into a world unknown. even more when she finds herself thrown into a world unknown.

For all of Clary’s life, she has believed herself to be mundane. That things like werewolves, vampires and angels were all myths. The only thing she struggled with was finding herself in the sense of who she liked in a way of dating. She thought she had to date men, as that was what was always shown on TV & in books. Basically it was all around. So, she tried to date guys, nothing ever really clicking. Then things with happened when she turned eighteen. Her identity as a mundane ripped from her, and she saw a shot at a heterosexual relationship with Jace. But that got shattered, and she started to wonder. She adjusted to being a shadowhunter easy enough, and she was still figuring out her sexual identity. The Seelie court is when she was forced to be open about it. She was force to look hard at it. Forced to tell her boyfriend and best friend in front of the Seelie Court that she doesn’t like guys that way. That was her truth deep inside. A part of herself was revealed in a way that it shouldn’t have been.

clary was practically paralysed by the fall, and if simon hadn’t gotten there in time - an iratze or warlock magic wouldn’t have fixed it. it would have been permanent. but this isn’t to say she doesn’t still suffer from pains. the iratze could only heal so much, and she suffers from pains in her back from time to time. it will flare up and she won’t tell anyone because an iratze couldn’t heal the pain. an iratze an only do so much - and will only fix new problems. there will be days where she can’t move at all, or her fighting is way off due to the pain in her back and neck.

as stated in my psa about the shadowhunter divergent i have, i do accept season one’s cl@ce as being there, as well as cl!mon. but i headcanon her as lesbian. yes this is true. i headcanon her as having experienced compulsive heterosexuality, trying to convince herself that she can be attracted to men. but ultimately, when faced with the seelie queen - she is forced to accept this truth, that she does not like males like that.

she didn’t want to do it then and there, because at the time she was still dating simon. she didn’t want to publicly humiliate her best friend - but she had too. she didn’t like that she had to come out that way, because no one should be forced out. but once she is comfortable with her sexuality, she lets people know. luke, izzy & alec being the first few after the court. then maia when she admits a crush on the girl.

clary, remembering every bully who ever bullied simon? you bet! her coming across them once she’s become a shadowhunter and giving them a beating ( verbal or physical )

because i have found it missing;  clary has her septum pierced, and got it at sixteen - simon, so far is the only one who knows as she tends to keep it up

as an artist (or wannabe artist), clary having her phone sitting away from her and not in her pocket while standing is WRONG, she would have it in her pocket and if she was sitting down, that is when her phone would be at her side. the only reason i see her having her phone on the table, way from her; is if she had bluetooth headphones

fun fact: everyone thinks that clary games because of simon, but truly if anyone got the other onto gaming , it was the other way around. she loved the games because she loved the art form, and wanted to play.

if you don’t think that simon was the first person clary told about her sexuality, you’re wrong. he is her best friend, and the person she trust the most (which is why he’s the only one to know about her septum piercing). and it wasn’t a few more months after telling simon that she told her mother and luke.

clary and simon totally dressed up as ginny and harry one year for halloween

another canon divergence: clary does not even suggest the angel idea, instead actually assist jace, because she knows it was hard for him to even think he needed help, let alone ask/seek out help

she is the kind of person, who when feeling attacked will attack back. wither this is verbal or physical (example the first scene in 1x05 with Alec, he was tearing her down, so she fought back)

clary is as big pop culture nerd, she loves it all, she just doesn’t show it like simon does.

clary doesn’t drink (alcohol) anymore, she did when she was younger and with simon when they raided his mother’s supply (and some of her mothers). but, after seeing the damage that elaine’s had done to simon and rebecca, she swore to herself to never get like that. so, she also swore to never drink again, so she could never end up like that.

clary has a scar on her right arm, from when she fell out of a tree. she was trying to climb the highest. jocelyn didn’t realise her daughter was doing this, until she fell out of the tree

clary didn’t bring back jace because she loved him romantically, but because she cared for him and because alec cared for him, because izzy cared for him, because the people she got close to in the shadowworld care about him. and because she felt that if jace were to die in the field, it shouldn’t be by the hands of their father (bc remember jace calls valentine his father)

#we're standing on the edge of queue #you never were meant to be the pretty one sitting and waiting ( clary canons ) #long post tw

[softboyscully]

Public School Stuff I Wanted to Share

public school is both beautiful and horrifying am i right

so ill just go by the grades i guess

Kindergarten, first year

i did kindergartden at a catholic school in a relativly big city so this one’s got some shit

we went to church every wednesday, me and best friend (lost track of her when we moved, wish we’d stayed in touch, she was awesome) would giggle the whole time, pretty sure we made fun of jesus once, can’t remember why, possibly the hair

i had the nicest teacher, she was (as i remember her) young, blonde, and super sweet, that was the first and last year i ever had naptime

SPEAKING of naptime

i never slept during it

once i found what i remember being a nut of some sort on the ground, probably came off someone’s shoe

i grab it, turn to sarah (my best friend), say something about putting it up my nose

sarah, apparently having common sense, says, “no dont do it!! we’re supposed to be sleeping!!”

i put it up my fucking nose

try to get it out, just push it farther in

im crying a little bit now, that shit hurts

go up to my teacher

“you’re supposed to be asleep!”

“i have a nut up my nose and it wont come out”

teacher tries to get it out, but it wont budge

just. sends me back to my mat

that was it

the art room was tiny

like re-purposed broom closet tiny

there was a copy of the mona lisa in the hallway, someone had drawn ray bans on it with a pencil, never got replaced

there was a creepy-ass basement i went down to after school, we ate cheeseballs and sandwiches with some kind of meat, mayo, and that kinda yellow bread

someone broke his leg down there once, think an older kid threw him at the ceiling or something

we learned how to play Silver Bells with actual bells in music class

Kindergarten, second year

i remember these two teachers as the evil step sister-type look, but it might be my little kid imagination

but seriously they were horrible

we learned stuff in a room that was more middle-school styled, except everything was green or black and it was v dark

me and sarah attained a new friend, john

honestly i think we would’ve stayed friends for a while if i didnt move away

i have two vivid memories

one is of me really wanting to go home, so i walked by the teacher’s desk and did a fake sneeze

they laughed at me and told me to go sit back down

the other is  john leaning his chair back and then falling, so me and sarah went to help him back up

it was funny, so he did it again

and again

me and sarah were laughing, had the time of our lives

after the maybe fifth time the teachers said “john can get back up by himself. sit down and stay there.”

one of the reasons we moved was bc i got sent a letter from my fourth grade buddie

most of the words weren’t spelled correctly, many letters were backwards

my mother was horrified

ofc now we know it was probably a learning disability 

1st grade

this is when i moved

beginning of school i was ASTOUNDED we didnt have uniforms, one of the best things ever to happen to me

nothing wrong with this teacher, she was cool

thing is i was a little shit

told everyone my dogs died (they did but i was maybe three when it happened, i remember it not)

all my personal narratives were bullshit (only one sticks in my memory, wrote it about celebrating christmas AND hanukkah with my dad’s friends who were jewish, i have never even met those friends)

had a crush on this kid, best friend (she was terrible and helped wreck me emotionally) told me to kiss him in music class. me being a stupid ass bitch, i did it, aND HE GOES TO THE TEACHER AND CALLS ME OUT. at the end of class she gets both of us to stay for a bit, AND I DENYIED EVERYTHING. i walked across the fucking classroom, kissed him on the cheek, ran away giggling, told my teacher i didn’t do anything, AND GOT AWAY WITH IT. i’ve embarrassed myself further with this child but thats another story

2nd grade

i loved this teacher but honestly he was absolute shit

like. all he did was play the guitar and sing with us

never actually taught us stuff???

middle of the year, my mom goes in for a parent-teacher conference, he tells her i dont pay attention is math.

“what do you mean?”

“she doesn’t listen, she just takes out a book and starts reading.”

“........have you.... tried taking the book away?”

“sure, i could try that.”

“o....kay”

he also told her i’d be a girl who’d grow up to love spellcheck (which i do lmao)

like ???? why not just??? teach me to spell????

there was this one dude who one day showed up, gave me a pink stuffed cat, and then asked me where i lived

funniest thing was he lived on the same street as me

something that is vivid in my memory is showing up to class one day and realizing that i was wearing my regular clothes over my pajamas

also we had fish

every day someone else was in charge of feeding them

one of the times it was my job, i grab the fish food and walk over to the tank only to find all of the fish floating on the top

i screamed “THE FISH CAN FLY?!?!?!?!?!”

everyone ran over, all of us scarred for life when Mr. G walks over and goes in the most normal voice ever “no theyre dead”

we held a funeral

the cause of death is still undetermined

3rd grade

this year just draws a blank for me

all i know is that whoever the teacher was, they neglected to teach me how to tell time from a clock

also we learned the Cotten Eyed Joe dance in gym around here

4th grade

i had two teachers this year

one was the same one from 1st grade, the other one was a total bitch

made a girl named hannah ball her eyes out once, never apologized

i was (and am) and avid reader, so my reading skills were high above average

instead of being proud of me she told me i was weird, not normal, and too smart for a 4th grader, so i MUST be cheating. 

she was the start of a lot of self confidence issues for me ngl

this was around the time i went and got tested for ADHD (me and my grandmother almost broke down on the highway but thats another story), Mrs. M (the nice one) was super supportive when i told her why i was leaving early but Ms. S (bitch) told me ADHD wasn’t real and i just wanted to be special for once

she sucked, Ms. S

5th grade

this is getting super long so this’ll be the last one i do

but my teacher..... Mr. F was A+++++

he legitimately taught me math

we had i guess like,,, a buddie class we switched with sometimes

the teacher of that class was Mrs. R, who had crazy red hair and many freckles

at one point she referenced a meme and my entire class started screaming

also there was another Mrs. S (to differentiate this one will be called Mrs. Su)

she was kind of crazy

she was the astronomy teacher and she told us many times that the moon landing was faked

once she handed out sunscreen and had everyone put it on their whole body (this was in december, fyi)

Mr. F also hosted an ‘archeological dig’ which sounds cool but in reality he had a bunch of arcade prizes from his childhood buried in little flower pots we dug into with plastic spoons

also heres some stuff i cants pinpoint the time of/happened in multiple grades:

someone held a who-can-scream-the-most-like-a-goat contest

a guy named Makenzie won

remember we planned it while the teacher left the classroom so the teacher walks back in and one by one everyone in the room starts screaming, there was some applause, a few kids got a standing ovation

we cleaned out our desks in the middle of the year, i found 3 socks and a dog treat in mine

like how the fuck did any of those things get there

and where’s the fourth sock

b o t t l e f l i p p i n g

but no seriously there were at least five water bottles stuck in the ceiling in the cafeteria

my sorta friend charlie was obsessed with paper airplanes

one time he might’ve broken the world record for longest time in the air but he was counting in his head and it was at recess so there was no video

four square and gaga ball would be played no matter the setting, time, or conditions and it was super competitive

like if you could get to king in four square you got the everlasting respect of everyone

and everyone was super educated on four square special rules, special plays, that kinda shit

no but guys i grew up with bus stop, candy store, haunted house on mondays, haunted mansion on fridays, zombies was fair game unless it was Zach, Ryan, Chrissy or Vee

me and one other guy named andrew were the only known pjo fans, had the time of our LIVES making refrences

“HEY ANDREW IM NOBODY”

“I HAVE WAITED YEARS FOR YOU, NOBODY, COME HERE AND FACE YOUR DEATH”

“hey annabeth, i thought you looked like a princess when i first saw you. i printed out a picture you sent me casually and kept it with me. i snuck along on a quest so i could save you, endangering myself immensely. i held the sky for you. when you talk about your crush on luke, i get jealous. beckendorf understood, but hes dead.”

“ikr we’re literally the best of friends”

“RIGHT”  

also the first time we finished mark of athena we were in the same classroom and we individually dropped the book, stood up, looked at each other, and screamed “WELL FUCK YOU TOO RICK RIORDAN”

#public school #percy jackson #percabeth #my childhood #you dont have to read this but i felt like posting it lol #if you've read this far #i applaud you #thanks for listening to my meaningless shit #im gonna be a comedian #school #school stories #adhd #kind of

[olyia-stories]

A response to @teasockschocolate ‘s AU about the soulmate AUs in the PJO universe. Since this is a companion piece it doesn’t matter which one you read first, but make sure to check out @teasockschocolate and @demigodsanswer out.

Annabeth hated soulmates.

Ever since her dad met his, Annabeth’s life had just gotten worse. Admittedly, she and her dad hadn’t been particularly familyish, but it had been the two of them. He used to let her fall asleep in his arms while he worked on his thesis paper, he took her out for icecream in the park after his classes, and he would ask her opinion on which human models to put on his battle of the Somme replica. They had been fine on their own. They didn’t need Lori.

The only reason her dad even liked Lori was because the first thing she said to him was written on his arm. And not in the “he tattooed it on because he loved her” thing, but because it was a silly soulmate mark. Annabeth just couldn’t understand why her analytical father would rely on a process for choosing who he loved as flimsy as “the universe decided for us.” And clearly, the universe got it wrong. Lori was awful.

All Lori ever did was complain about everything Annabeth ever did: “Frederick, tell Annabeth to stop playing “science” in the living room.” “Frederick, tell Annabeth to stop drawing on herself.” “Frederick, tell Annabeth to go to sleep.” “Frederick, if you don’t tell Annabeth to stop getting out of bed, I will.” Lori only saw Annabeth as a stain that needed covering up.

Then the monsters started attacking. Of course, they were attacking because Annabeth was a half-blood, but it’s not like she wanted them to come. But Lori blamed her.

“There must be something you can do,” Lori was talking to Annabeth’s dad. Annabeth should have been asleep, but the spiders were too much for her. Lori went on, “Don’t look so shocked, I know you tried to get her mother to take her back, all I’m saying is that maybe someone more like her could take her off our hands.” Annabeth stood very still, she had not known that her dad had tried to get rid of her, she thought he loved her.

“Lori, I don’t know what to do, Athena sai-“

“Athena isn’t here!” Lori cut Annabeth’s father off. “Even Athena didn’t want that girl. I think it would be best for our boys if we found a new living arrangement for Annabeth.” Annabeth didn’t wait around for her father’s response; she knew he would give in he always gave in to Lori.

Annabeth was not going to give Lori the pleasure of sending her away, and she didn’t want to live a moment more under the same roof as her stepmother. Annabeth decided to leave.

She didn’t know where she would go, so Annabeth wanted to be prepared. She grabbed a marker and made a packing list on her arm. With the list on her arm, she quickly packed her backpack. She pulled on a hoodie and snuck out her bedroom window. It was on the second floor, but the window opened onto the porch roof and from there she shimmied down the gutter. And just like that, Annabeth was free.

--

“Child, in order to be a successful demigod you must be skilled in a wide-range of activities.” Chiron studied Annabeth from where he stood on the porch. Annabeth had come to complain. She didn’t understand why the camp made them climb lava walls, and swing swords at straw dummies. She just wanted to spend time in the Athena cabin’s library. She had never seen so many books, and she wanted to read them all.

“But Chiron, knowledge is power! Therefore, I should spend my time learning as much as I can.”

“Ah but knowledge is power; you must learn as much as you can, which includes being knowledgeable in fighting and survival tactics. Now I believe your cabin is going to the forge for arts and crafts, you should hurry along.” Annabeth thought about what the centaur had said while she walked to the forge. She decided She would start by learning archery. She wrote it on her hand, so she would remember to ask her siblings to teach her later. For now, she was going to create a masterpiece.

--

Annabeth lived year-round at camp, so she had independent lessons during the school year. Chiron trusted her siblings to educate her, but they quickly realized that she was capable of teaching herself so long as she had the right books. So, they let her alone. Annabeth would read, and write notebooks full of her discoveries, and when she came up on things she wanted to study further she would write a note on her arm to look it up later.

--

Finally, she met him. The person she had been waiting years for. This boy was who Chiron had told her about. He was going to take her on a quest. Well, he would once he stopped drooling in the med ward.

Percy Jackson would get a quest; Annabeth was sure of it. He was the son of Poseidon, one of the major gods, that was the deal. Chiron told her she would go with him on a quest. She HAD to go with him.

So, when Percy was taken to the big house she was right behind him. She had on her magic Yankee’s hat, a gift from her mother when she made it to camp the hat made the wearer invisible. She listened to Chiron explain to Percy the war brewing among the gods. She watched Percy enter the big house and listened for his footsteps recede up the stairs before she took off her cap.

“Blah ha ha!” Grover yelped. “You can’t sneak up like that Annabeth! You’ll give me a heart attack!”

Chiron sighed, “I suppose you were listening to all of that?”

“Yes,” she respected Chiron too much to lie to him. “I want to go on this quest.”

“Annabeth, you know that it’s Percy’s right to choose his companions,” Annabeth was in the middle of formulating a convincing argument when Chiron added, “But, I will tell Percy that you have volunteered to go, and if he wants to choose you, you may go. Child it will be dangerous, and I would rather both of you would stay at camp and train. I fear, however, that peace will only return to the Olympians when the bolt is returned. The quest must happen.”

Annabeth nodded. Satisfied with Chiron’s promise she waited for Percy to come back down. She was going on a quest

--

Annabeth still didn’t regret volunteering for the quest. It quickly went up, down and sideways and veered left from there. They have so far blown up a bus, wrecked a statue garden, ruined a national landmark, almost died by mechanical spider, and now they were heading south in the smelliest truck on the highway.

The animal fumes must have gotten to Annabeth because she found herself talking to Percy about her dad. She plucked at her dad’s college ring as she talked. “I guess my dad never really wanted me. He met Athena while he was working his way through grad school. She admired his dedication and helped him develop his thesis. To reward him, she pulled me out of her thoughts. He wanted her to take me back. But he took care of me. Once he met his soulmate, Lori, he decided he didn’t want me.” Annabeth glued her eyes to the ground. She found it easy to talk to Percy, but she couldn’t look at him and tell him what had eaten at her heart since Lori said those stupid soulmate words. “He had her and then they had their kids and they were that meant-to-be family. I was just in the way from them being perfect.” Annabeth stopped. She needed to collect herself, she hadn’t talked about her dad in years.

“I’m sorry.” Just two little words, and yet they made her heart soar. Percy put so much emotion into his voice, it was clear that he had experience with family issues. “My mom had a soulmate, but I don’t know who it was. It’s not my stepdad, that’s for sure. I think it could’ve been my dad.”

“Gods don’t soulbond.” How could he believe in soulmates when his mom had to put up with his stepdad? Poseidon couldn’t have been his mom’s soulmate. She winced, “sorry, that was mean.” She hadn’t meant to be rude, but she struggled to be anything but critical about the soulbond.

Percy shrugged, “S’fine. It’s true.”

Annabeth thought for a second, then asked. “What about you?”

“What?”

“Do you have a soulmate?”

Percy clutched at his wrist. “Yeah, I do.”

Annabeth wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but this confession still surprised her. She looked into his eyes and asked, “Really?”

“Do you?”

“No.” at least, she never thought enough about soulmate marks to check. “What’s your mark? Do you know your soulmate?” Annabeth didn’t know why she wanted to know, she just had to learn all she could.

“Uh,” a blush crept up his face. “it’s a writing one and no. I’ve, uh, never talked to her.”

“Why not?” If it had been Annabeth, she would have found out who it was. Even if she didn’t believe in soulmates, having someone you can communicate with without speaking or technology, that could be useful.

Percy shrugged, “I don’t know…”

“You should.”

“Maybe someday. I’ve got enough going on now.”

“That’s true.” She paused, then added, “I think soulmates are pretty dumb.”

He gave her a strange look. “Why?”

She felt his defenses rise. “Believe in them all you want. But wouldn’t you rather choose who you be with? The universe shows you one person and that’s it. And isn’t it doomed to fail? The expectation of who someone wants their soulmate to be is always going to be so big that they’ll never live up to it. It’s just setting both of them up to be disappointed.” She had thought this argument through more than once.

“But it’s the one person that the universe is saying is perfect for you. I think that’s pretty amazing.”

Annabeth knew she wasn’t going to change his opinion. “Good luck. I’ve never seen a soulbond work out.” Feeling like her last sentence was a bit gruff she offered, “I don’t mean to… discourage you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I mean, that doesn’t encourage me.”

She knew it, she had let her bitterness show. “Maybe the people I’ve seen just haven’t cared as much about it. You haven’t given up.”

He smiled. “I’ll make sure mine works. Even if it’s just so you can be wrong about something.”

--

Annabeth didn’t think much about that night on the zoo truck. The summer passed, and the school year came. She decided to try living with her dad again. She studied like she was back at camp, writing notes on her arm, reminders, and doodling to pass the time in class.

San Francisco felt calmer than when she was little. Her dad’s house felt normal. No monster attacks at first, but Annabeth couldn’t help but feel on edge. She was just waiting for the bubble to pop.

She was in her Algebra class when she felt it, a burning sensation on her left palm. It felt like she was bitten by a spider. Annabeth yelped. The classmates gave her a weird look, but that was normal. She was the only seventh grader in a high school class.

Annabeth looked down at her hand and saw a little blue dot on her palm. It looked like a pen mark, but Annabeth hadn’t put it there. Annabeth thought back to the summer, when she had shared a hay-filled ride with Percy, and he had shared what his soulmate mark was with her.

Annabeth couldn’t be sure, but perhaps she did have a soulmate. She needed more evidence; a stray pen mark didn’t prove anything.

Perhaps she should pay Percy a visit.

--

Getting up to Percy’s fire escape was the easy part. Calculating which window was his based on the outside of the building was more difficult. Annabeth climbed the fire escape ladder and peaked into his window, she had her Yankee’s hat on, so he wouldn’t see her watching. She had to know.

Annabeth pulled the cap off her pen and drew a little flower on her arm, while she drew, she watched Percy’s arm. There it was, her little four petaled flower. She smiled. Why did this knowledge make her happy? Percy was her best friend, but she didn’t like him like that… did she?

--

Stupid! Annabeth that was stupid! Why did she charge the manticore? All she had on her was her Yankee’s hat and her dagger, and she jumped a monster. She should have known better, but when she left the gymnasium and saw Percy there. His shield up and his sword out, she knew in that moment that if anything happened to Percy, she would never forgive herself. She did the only thing she could and distracted the manticore. She didn’t realize that he would simply take her. That Luke wanted her, but he didn’t want her like Annabeth had always hoped. He was using her as bait. She was how he would catch a goddess.

Annabeth needed a plan. But she could barely breath, let alone think. The weight of the sky was literally threatening to crash down on her, and all she could do was kneel under the pressure and hope Luke would come to his senses. She felt a prickling on her arm, when she looked the words were written out in red pen, “We’re coming.” Her arms surged with strength. Suddenly the weight of the world felt lighter. She knew who that was writing on her arm. Percy knew she was alive. He was coming for her. She wouldn’t give up. She couldn’t.

--

Annabeth knew Percy was in trouble from two blocks away. She could see the smoke billowing up from Goode high school. Annabeth and Percy were supposed to go on a date to the movies, she had taken the LIR from camp into the city that morning to meet Percy after his high school orientation.

Unfortunately, plans were void whenever Percy was around. She saw the smoke and hurried up the block just in time to see Percy jump out onto the street from a window, followed by a red-haired girl. She had freckles everywhere, and paint stains on her clothes. Annabeth wondered who she was while she watched the girl pull a marker out of her back pocket and felt the tingling sensation as the girl wrote her number on Percy’s arm, and Annabeth’s right arm copied it.

She stared dumbfounded at Percy, before turning on her heel and leaving the red-haired girl behind. She hailed a cab and waited for Percy to catch up. She crossed her arms, hoping to hide the thick black numbers. The cab came. They sat in silence.

How could she be so stupid. Soulbonds never worked out. She was a fool for thinking maybe they could overcome all the evidence she had collected saying otherwise.

Percy cleared his throat. “Could I… call my mom?” right, she had probably heard about the fire, his mom would be worried. Annabeth wished she had someone to worry over her. She fished her phone out of her pocket, careful to keep her right arm at her side. He quickly finished the call and handed Annabeth her phone. She again kept her arm close to her side. “Cold?” His voiced broke through her thoughts.

“What?”

“Just… since you’re…” He gestured to her folded arms.

She had hoped to quickly pass the cab ride in silence. “No.” she answered truthfully, hoping to stop the conversation there.

“Oh.” Percy continued. “I, uh, have a jacket in my backpack if you want.”

“No.” she couldn’t let him see the stupid number on her arm, and she didn’t want to talk to him. She turned towards the window and watched the familiar landscape of Long Island to take shape.

As soon as they got to camp she ran to her cabin. And pulled on a sweatshirt. She only hoped the marks would soon be gone, and that she hadn’t been too obvious.

--

The mountain exploded behind Annabeth. She didn’t let herself cry. Percy was a powerful demigod, and resourceful, and just plain lucky. He would make it out. She was sure.

She made it back to camp on her own. Hoping the whole way that Percy had beat her there. But no one had seen him. She tried not to notice her friends giving her pitying looks and hoped every day to see her seaweed brain crest the hill or walk out of the ocean. It got harder to hope as the weeks came and went. Annabeth pretended she was fine. She led her cabin through their activities always glancing towards the ocean, hoping to be the first to spot him. He didn’t show up.

The day with its tasks kept her mind busy, but the night was hard. She couldn’t sleep. She tossed and turned, trying to make a plan that would bring Percy home. She decided to write him a note. She put the pen to her hand and tried to think of what to say. But everything she wanted to write down seemed to swirl in her head. She instead wrote, “Hello?” That’s as far as she got before she couldn’t see with the tears welling in her eyes.

Two weeks passed, and still no word. Chiron decided to hold Percy’s memorial, to send him off properly. Annabeth stood at the fire pit and put the green silk cloth on the flames. She choked on the words, “He was probably the bravest friend I’ve ever had.” And the stupidest, “He…” she looked up at that moment and saw the impossible. What she had been waiting to see for weeks. “He’s right there!”

Annabeth vaulted up the amphitheater steps. And hugged him tight. He was alive!

--

It was August eighteenth. Percy’s birthday. Annabeth paused for only a second before writing out on her arm, ”Happy birthday.” She knew who was on the other end of this connection now, and she didn’t care about her data that said otherwise. She wanted Percy to know, she wanted them to work out.

“Thanks.” Was all he replied, and somehow that was all she needed. She couldn’t wait to see him again; they were going to make it through together.

--

Annabeth couldn’t believe this boy! How could she have ever liked him. They were standing near the tetherball court. She couldn’t believe he wanted to talk to her about his mortal friend Rachel. Sure, last summer she’d been helpful in the Labyrinth but that didn’t mean that she and Annabeth were friends. “What do you want me to say?” he seemed to put a lot of trust in this Rachel girl. How could he be so ignorant. She was a mortal, mortals don’t have visions. And besides he was just using this as an excuse to run away. She looked him in the eyes and spat out what she was thinking. “You’re a coward, Percy Jackson!”

Why had he never said anything. She was certain he knew, and their world could end any second. Beckendorf was proof of that. Why couldn’t he just talk to her! Why did every conversation turn into a shouting match? Why did she open her heart and let him in, when she knew that soulbonds never work. She couldn’t look at his green eyes anymore, she stormed away towards the strawberries, giving the tetherball a good whack as she passed it.

--

The war was over. They had won! And Rachel was now the new camp oracle. More importantly, Percy had turned down immortality. She was sure. She wanted to him to be her soulmate. She found him in the pavilion, lost in thought. She got out a pen and wrote out, “Hey.” He looked down at his wrist, then turned around to find her.

“Hey.” He had a little grin on his face, she smiled in return.

“Happy birthday.”

“What?” he looked puzzled.

she silently cursed herself, did she get the day wrong? “It’s August 18, You’re birthday, right?”

He nodded, and she let a breath out, she offered him the misshapen lump of birthday cake. It was delicious.

After a few minutes she couldn’t keep herself from asking what had been on her mind all summer. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“About what?” Annabeth couldn’t look at him, she was too scared. “I… I didn’t know for sure. If I was yours. And then last year… There was just so much else going on.”

Annabeth finally looked at him, she softly said, “I know, I thought I didn’t have one. I mean, I wrote on myself all the time when I was little.”

“I know,” he laughed, “I thought I was going crazy.”

“Why didn’t you write back?” She had to know. “When you said you had one… I thought it was someone else.” She didn’t say all that she was thinking, that she had hoped he didn’t have one, that she had liked him even all those years ago in that truck.

“I didn’t know what to say. But no, it was always just you.” Those words, the same way she had felt. Now she knew, Annabeth through away her caution and kissed him. He tasted like salt.

**Edit: I read the original fanfic on @demigodsanswer‘s blog but the AU “Whatever Souls are Made of” is by @teasockschocolate

#How come I can sit and write 8 pages in a few hours for a fic #but I cant write 1 page for school #its unfair #but I love #Percy Jackson #so much #and #Annabeth chase #PJO #fanfic #@teasockschocolate

[aliyzacinn]

Good people still exist

Okay so my step dad and I went to Walmart cause we were bored and needed some things around the house we were like ‘why not?’

Anyways, we get to Walmart and anyone who knows me knows that I either go straight to either the electronic section or the books section. The books were a few isles down from the electronic section so I decided to go there first.

By this point my step dad was off doing his own thing, we’d meet up when either I or he calls. Keep in mind I’m 17, it’s not really weird for a 17 year old to be out by themselves.

So I’m in the isles, playing with the phones, wishing I was married to or daughter to billionaires as to buy all the unnecessary shit I don’t need but really w a n t , when I get the feeling that somebody was watching me. I look around real quickly to see this dude, around 30-35 at least, staring right at me, like he wasn’t even trying to be subtle or anything. I awkwardly smile at him, cause yea, I know sometimes people randomly blank out and their staring right at someone when they do it so it seems like their staring straight at you. I know, I’ve done it.

So I went back to finishing up this stupid drawing I was making in the phone and still, after while, I feel that feeling of being watched, but this time it’s overwhelming. I looked up again and see the guy again, except he was two isles closer. This time he wasn’t staring right at me, but at the device infront of him. So really I didn’t pay him much mind, but I did move towards the TVs, I didn’t get a bad feeling again, but I decided to go check something else out before I moved onto any other section of the store.

I moved further into the electronic section to go look at the games and speakers. They were on this big wall with posters of new games and release dates for things I couldn’t have nor play. I was look down at some games when I got the same feeling of being watched. Once again I looked up and saw the man. This time closer than ever, just at the other end of the isle. And once again, he wasn’t even trying to hide his staring. He smiled at me when he saw me looking and, not to sound dramatic or anything, it was the creepiest shit I have ever seen in my life.

I’m not stupid, I’ve seen enough shows and read enough books to understand that when you get a feeling like somethings wrong you should probably fucking listen to it.

So I left the isle I was in and decided to make my way over to the book isle. Now the book isle was in the ‘back back’ of the store and it was pretty sucluded, cause let’s face it, not a myriad of people are dying to get their hands on a book. It was about 12 or so isle down from where I was. I enjoyed the walk back there, as the further I went the less noise there was. Now that’s not to say there wasn’t people back there, there was, just not as many as the clothing, food or even the toy sections.

There was about 10 or 11 people, including a family of four. The mother was an Arab women, absolutely beautiful if I do say so myself, and she must’ve been of Spanish descent or at least grew up around Hispanics or went to an impeccable Spanish teaching class, cause her Spanish was incredible. Her husband was Hispanic, and from the way he spoke it he was must’ve been Colombian. They had two children, a boy and a girl. The girl, who was 6, was sitting in the cart and the little boy, who was 10, was standing on the cart leaning foward talking to his sister. I didn’t pay them much mind and went on to the chapter books, which was in the last isle, infront of them.

I had picked up a PJO book, one of my favorite series, and I must’ve been there for about 5 minutes when again my senses were telling me that something was wrong, wrong, wrong, danger, run,run,ruN,RUN.

But I guess I took to long because as soon as I turned to just leave the guy that’s been following me for the past 40 minutes has just swung into the isle with another big ass man.

They acted as if they didn’t see me and I discretely moved into the opening that lead into the isle behind the one I was just in. The family of four was only a few feet ahead of me and by now I was really freaked out, so I did the only thing I could think of, I walk up to them and said really loudly “Hey, Mom, do you think I can get this book?”

At first the couple looked at me confused for a few second before the woman got it, her husband was about to say something when she put a hand on his arm and answered back “Of course you can baby, is it a series? And is it still around here?” I nodded and she turned back to her husband with a look. He seemed to understand because he grabbed his son and the cart and moved to leave. The woman grabbed my hand and we left the isle towards the front of the store.

I don’t know what happened to the two men following me, but the family stayed with me until I found my stepfather again. After explaining to my stepfather what happened and thanking the family profusely as well as gaining their number with promises of staying in contact, we left the store.

This shit fucked me up the whole way home. It didn’t really hit me until I was in the car that like something COULDVE HAPPENED

Like I don’t know why this man was following me and I don’t know why he took such an interest. I’m not the prettiest or skinniest person. I’ve also been told I have an intimidating look constantly on my face that basically screams ‘leave me alone’

All I can say that to the family that helped me and played along despite them not knowing what I was running from, thank you. You didn’t know me and I didn’t know you, but you saw a scared person and decided to help me despite the fact that you had children and whatever I couldn’t been scared of could’ve hurt them as well.

I’m writing this cause we hear all these stories of how horrible people are and I just wanted to share a good story for once.

[kronos-the-timelord]

Dude, do all of the numbers for that getting to know you better ask! Or half bc 200 is a lot :0

ahhhhhh,, you so nice

1: My name? - Margaret

2: Do I have any nicknames? - maggie, mag, mags, maggles, at one point my friends called me parky

3: Zodiac sign? - libra

4: Video game I play to chill, not to win? - i’ve never been too good at video games (but i like watching ppl playing them) and i’ve only ever had a wii so my sims kingdom was a favorite of mine

5: Book/series I reread? - divergent and pjo

6: Aliens or ghosts? - yes

7: Writer I trust enough to read whatever they write? - @kata-chthonia

8: Favourite radio station? - 103.3 fm, although i mostly listen to spotify now

9: Favourite flavour of anything? - grape and blue raspberry

10: The word that I use all the time to describe something great? - great or cool

11: Favourite song? - a to b by matt hires

12: The question you ask new friends to get to know them better? - it usually has to do with what drew me to them in the first place followed up by a version ‘why do you think that?’ i like knowing how ppl think bc it gives me a better way to start understand their view

13: Favourite word? - aurora

14: The last person who hurt me, did I forgive them? - i can’t really remember, so i dont know what that says :/

15: Last song I listened to? - serial killer by moncrieff

16: TV show I always recommend? - dexter or if they don’t like blood and violence, any of john mulaneys specials

17: Pirates or ninjas? - i liked pirates when i was younger, but ninjas are cool

18: Movie I watch when I’m feeling down? - any studio ghibli or song of the sea

19: Song that I always start my shuffle with/wake-up song/always-on-a-loop song? - lately its been SLUT by bea miller

20: Favourite video games? - i really love boderlands, the art style is great

21: What am I most afraid of? - snakes and failing at something i’ve been saying that i wanted to do my entire life

22: A good quality of mine? - im nice??

23: A bad quality of mine? - im a bit aggressive and im really blunt about things

24: Cats or dogs? - dogs!! I like cats too but i dont know how to interact with them

25: Actor/actress you trust enough to watch whatever they’re in? - he’s a voice actor, but crispin freeman is really cool!

26: Favourite season? - fall and spring

27: Am I in a relationship? - yeah, but it’s long distance during the school year ;-;

28: Something I miss? - my boi,, he’ll be back soon tho

29: My best friend? @keencheckerboard and @memeathon

30: Eye colour? - brown

31: Hair colour? - brown with red and blonde highlights

32: Someone I love? - my mom

33: Someone I trust? - @keencheckerboard

34: Someone I always think about? - @memeathon

35: Am I excited about anything? - finals to be over!

36: My current obsession? - bnha tbh

37: Favourite TV shows as a child? - i loved avatar and ed, edd, and eddy

38: Do I have someone of the opposite sex that I can tell everything to? - to an extent, but i dont tell them /every/thing

39: Am I superstitious? - kind of

40: What do I think about most? - right now, school

41: Do I have any strange phobias? - not really, i mean i overthink a lot of things, but there’s no phobias

42: Do I prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it? behind

43: Favourite hobbies? - drawing/reading/writing/sleeping

44: Last book I read? - i think it was called stung, i actually finished it bc i wanted to complain about it properly

45: Last film I watched? - dumbo, my friend wanted to go see it, it wasnt good

46: Do I play any instruments? - i played clarinet for 3 years

47: Favourite animal? - dogs

48: Top 5 blog on Tumblr that I follow? - @wemakuu @wemakuutwo @keencheckerboard @memeathon @kata-chthonia

49: Superpower I wish I could have? - teleportation

50: How do I destress? - getting cozy and warm under my blankets with the lights off

51: Do I like confrontation? - i can be aggressive so i will be confrontational if i have to but i don’t go out of my way for it

52: When do I feel most at peace? - in my bed with the lights off

53: What makes me smile? - my friends, my boi, and goofy animal videos

54: Do I sleep with the lights on or off? - gotta be pitch black

55: Play any sports? - i played roller derby for 3 years

56: What is my song of the week? - really feeling be by hozier

57: Favourite drink? - …..water…. and a slushee

58: When did I last send a handwritten letter to somebody? - i think last summer???

59: Afraid of heights? - nope

60: Pet peeve? - slow walkers

61: What was the last concert I went to see? - does my high school’s band count???

62: Am I vegetarian/vegan/pescatarian? - nah

63: What occupation did I want to do when I was younger? - ob nurse, i still do

64: Have I ever had a friend turn enemy? - no, i’ve had ppl i tolerated turn into ppl i hate tho

65: What fictional universe would I like to be a part of? - bhna, but i feel the hero drama would get annoying after awhile

66: Something I worry about? - failing my classes

67: Scared of the dark? - nope

68: Who are my best friends? - this is the same as 29

69: What do I admire most about others? - their drive and where their motivation comes from

70: Can I sing? - no ;-;

71: Something I wish I could do? - sing

72: If I won the lottery, what would I do? - pay off my loans and (hopefully) for the rest of my college and then put whatever i had left into a savings account

73: Have I ever skipped school? - yes

74: Favourite place on the planet? - i think the smoky mountains are really pretty and i loved vacationing around them, but colorado was really neat too, so probs one of those places

75: Where do I want to live? - somewhere on the northeast coast!

76: Do I have any pets? - yeah!! He’s a doggo named dageus,,,, here he is,, the big boi!! (hes 121 pounds of love!!!!!)

77: What is my current desktop picture? - something @memeathon drew me

78: Early bird or night owl? - night owl

79: Sunsets or sunrise? - im usually awake during sunset, but sunrise is really pretty

80: Can I drive? - yeah!

81: Story behind my last kiss? - i was saying bye to my boi at the airport

82: Earphones or headphones? - earphones

83: Have I ever had braces? - yeah,, they weren’t fun

84: Story behind one of my scars? - i have a couple little ones from acne on my back but other than that i don’t have any

85: Favourite genre of music? - i think indie rock?? Is that a genre?? Punk maybe????

86: Who is my hero? - florence nightingale,, she was hella cool and i went to her museum in london

87: Favourite comic book character? - i didn’t read a lot of comic books but i always liked spiderman and witchblade

88: What makes me really angry? - when ppl make fun of my friends >:l

89: Kindle or real book? - i like real books but ebooks are nice for traveling!!

90: Favourite sporty activity? - roller derby or skating

91: What is one thing that isn’t tight in schools that should be? - im not really sure what this question means????? But i didn’t like that in my middle school that the behavior coach(es) would already pick sides or would already hate kids that did nothing wrong and then in my high school no one cleaned up after themselves bc ‘the janitors can do it’ :/ it was really annoying

92: What was my favourite subject at school? - english/creative writing and art!!

93: Siblings? - i got an older brother who’s a big nerd

94: What was the last thing I bought? - i went to target last night and i got $68 worth of stuff including planty stuff, food, and gift stuff for my boyfriend’s moms

95: How tall am I? - 5’6” but i will not hesitate bitch

96: Can I cook? - yeah!

97: Can I bake? - yeah!

98: 3 things I love? - my friends/family, animals, and plants

99: 3 things I hate? - slow walkers, rasict/homo/trans/biphobic (anyone who just hates ppl for no reason tbh), and rude ppl >:l

100: Do I have more girl friends or boy friends? - more girl friends,,, i’ve kinda lost contact with most of my guy friends over the years,,,,

101: Who do I get on with better, girls or boys? - i feel more comfortable around other girls now but when i was younger i was okay with everyone

102: Where was I born? - in the cornfields of the midwest (i fucking hate this state)

103: Sexual orientation? - straight

104: Where do I currently live? - in the cornfields of the midwest, i am the creature you’re warned about, don’t walk alone at night

105: Last person I texted? - @memeathon : D

106: Last time I cried? - yesterday,,, finals hit me hard but i feel better now :D

107: Guilty pleasure? - uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,,,,,, looking at gross stuff,,, like surgeries and sometimes those pimple popping videos,,,,,,,,

108: Favourite Youtuber? - i’ve been watching a lot of gordon ramsay videos lately but i think brandon rogers or sovietwomble are up there

109: A photo of myself. - heres one i took on my break at work

110: Do I like selfies? - no,,, i don’t really like looking back on photos of myself bc i think i just look weird,, like even in my super nice senior photos,,, or baby pictures,,

111: Favourite game app? - does neko astsume count???

112: My relationship with my parents? - it’s p good :D

113: Favourite accents? - i’m not really sure,,, i think just a flat accent, like midwestern bc its the one im most familiar with so its like homey???????

114: A place I have not been but wish to visit? - japan,, nowhere in specific i just want to see the country

115: Favourite number? - 23!!!!

116: Can I juggle? - no

117: Am I religious? - im a polytheist (a bad one, but oh well)

118: Do I like space? - i love space!!!! Its so neat!!!!!!

119: Do I like the deep ocean? - no!!! Its awful!!!!

120: Am I much of a daredevil? - i think my friends think i am, but i dont really think so, i mean i’ll try anything if it sounds fun, but not everything

121: Am I allergic to anything? - not that i know of

122: Can I curl my tongue? - yes

123: Can I wiggle my ears? - no

124: Do I like clowns? - not really

125: The Beatles or Elvis? - a little bit of each

126: My current project? - my creative writing portfolio ;-; its not that hard but im trying to figure out how to get this character right

127: Am I a bad loser? - depends on what i lost in, like if it was a game i didn’t really care about than no, but if it was something that i cared about a lot than yeah

128: Do I admit when I wrong? - i always try to, but sometimes i don’t

129: Forest or beach? - forest,, i don’t like the beach,, too much sand

130: Favourite piece of advice? - it’s not really advice but just the reminder that your current situation is not your final destination

131: Am I a good liar? - i think so

132: Hogwarts house / Divergent faction / Hunger Games district? - slytherin (its funny bc im scared of snakes)/ dauntless/ and i think district 6 (i live in the crossroads of america so yeah)

133: Do I talk to myself? - all the fucking time

134: Am I very social? - sometimes, i am kinda a social introvert

135: Do I like gossip? - i like to hear it but not be part of it

136: Do I keep a journal/diary? - i have a bullet journal and i try to keep up with my habit and mood tracker daily

137: Have I ever hopelessly failed a test? - no, but i have gotten like high d’s and low c’s before that make me sad

138: Do I believe in second chances? - depends on what they messed up on the first chance, like if someone cheated then no

139: If I found a wallet full of cash on the ground, what would I do? - i would like to say that i would return it with no money taken, but im just not sure :/

140: Do I believe people are capable of change? - yeah, if they’re really trying and realize that they need to, but even if they do change i know not everyone will accept them back into their lives and it shouldn’t be expected that they should after someone changes for the better

141: Have I ever been underweight? - no

142: Am I ticklish? - very and i have this weird tactile thing thats like i dont like ppl lightly touching me, it freaks me out

143: Have I ever been in a submarine? - no

144: Have I ever been on a plane? - yes!! I love flying!! Its so much fun!!

145: In a film about my life, who would I cast as myself, friends and family? - uhhhh,, im going to go by face,, i think for me - shailene woodley bc when she had her short hair ppl told me i looked like her @meme - liana liberato, she got the round face @keen - winona ryder (but back in beetlejuice) boyfriend - tucker west, i know he’s not an actor but he looks so much like him,,,, also it took me forever just to find these guys so im not finding family :p

146: Have I ever been overweight? - no

147: Do I have any piercings? - i have my ears pierced!

148: Which fictional character do I wish was real? - hari jurono,,, i love him ;-;

149: Do I have any tattoos? - no, but i already have some picked out that i want

150: What is the best decision I have made in life so far? - ummmm??? Im not sure?????

151: Do I believe in Karma? - yeah

152: Do I wear glasses or contacts? - contacts during the day and glasses at night

153: What was my first car? - i have a subaru crosstrek named inko!!! I love her!!

154: Do I want children? - no

155: Who is the most intelligent person I know? - my mom tbh,,, shes really smart

156: My most embarrassing memory? - omfg,, so this goes to show how oblivious i am about social interactions, but it was my first week in college and this junior was talking to me and i didnt realize he was flirting with me until after we traded snapchats and he left, so i panicked and never said anything to him again and blocked him

157: What makes me nostalgic? - when i walk around my neighborhood sometimes (i live near the preschool i went to) and i was over at my elementary school almost a year ago now, but i remember walking down the hall and seeing all the different teachers there now and it made me sad

158: Have I ever pulled an all-nighter? - yes, just last week

159: Which do I value more in others, brains or beauty? - brains

160: What colour mostly dominates my wardrobe? - darker colors like black and blue, but im trying to get lighter ones in there too

161: Have I ever had a paranormal experience? - yes, many times, but the one that sticks out to me is that one night i woke up at like 5 am for no reason, but i was just suddenly wide awake and something felt off, so i was trying to get comfy again and flipped over on my other side so i was facinging the door into my room instead of my wall and in front of my door was a tall black figure with red eyes staring at me and when i blinked it went away,, now i know this can be explained by some other things but with my family it seems more likely to be paranormal

162: What do I hate most about myself? - uhh, i procrastinate way too much

163: What do I love most about myself? - i always support my friends

164: Do I like adventure? - depends on the adventure,,, i like traveling, but not too much walking bc i have bad knees

165: Do I believe in fate? - not really

166: Favourite animal? - question 47

167: Have I ever been on radio? - no, but i was on my school’s announcements and i hated it

168: Have I ever been on TV? - no

169: How old am I? - 19

170: One of my favourite quotes? - “The Gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment could be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed”

171: Do I hold grudges? - im petty

172: Do I trust easily? - no,, im just cautious around ppl bc i just don’t know them

173: Have I learnt from my mistakes? - some of them

174: Best gift I’ve ever received? - im not too sure,,, i got a p cool backpack for my birthday tho that i use everyday

175: Do I dream? - yeah, cant remember too many tho

176: Have I ever had a night terror? - no??

177: Do I remember my dreams, and what is one that comes to mind? - can’t remember a lot after i wake up, but i just recently had one with some bnha characters in it, i can’t remember what happened, i just know that they were there

178: An experience that has made me stronger? - i know this might sound a bit morbid, but my aunt’s funeral, it was the first funeral i went to where i understood what was happening and it made me more open to learning and accepting death

179: If I were immortal, what would I do? - want to fucking die,,, i’ve never understood ppl who are scared of dying/want to live forever,, like why would you want that??? What’s the point??? You’ll just watch everyone you love die,,, i know it’s going to be hard on me when that happens to my closer family members, but even the new ppl you befriend,, i just couldn’t

180: Do I like shopping? - yeas

181: If I could get away with a crime, what would I choose to do? - tax evasion

182: What does “family” mean to me? - the ppl who i care about deeply and who love me, not all of them are blood related and not all the blood related ones are part of it

183: What is my spirit animal? - idk?????? Maybe a turtle???

184: How do I want to be remembered? - tbh, i don’t really want to be remembered

185: If I could master one skill, what would I choose? - drawing

186: What is my greatest failure? - im not sure

187: What is my greatest achievement? - uhh, i feel like its hard to point at a specific point and be like “that was the best thing i could have done, if i didn’t do that i wouldn’t be who i am today”

188: Love or money? - money

189: Love or career? - career

190: If I could time travel, where and when would I want to go? - probably to some point in the future,, i dont know where tho

191: What makes me the happiest? - the ppl i care about being happy

192: What is “home” to me? - the house i currently live in,, my family is here and im surrounded by ppl i love,, it’ll probably change with time, but for now its here

193: What motivates me? - spite

194: If I could choose my last words, what would they be? - it’s important to keep moving forward, don’t let the past hold you down

195: Would I ever want to encounter aliens? - kind of, i think it would be p cool

196: A movie that scared me as a child? - it wasn’t a movie but i know the animated wolf from peter and the wolf freaked me out

197: Something I hated as a child that I like now? - i hated mushrooms, but i love them now

198: Zombies or vampires? - vampires

199: Live in the city or suburbs? - suburbs super close to city

200: Dragons or wizards? - DRAGONS

201: A nightmare that has stayed with me? - its silly but when i was younger it would be my mom and i going to the mall downtown and the escalators were missing the part that connected them to the floor so you had to hop over it and when we would get to the 4th floor i would miss the jump and fall

202: How do I define love? - i know a lot of ppl are like “i would die for you or kill for you” something along those lines but i think it’s more living for someone, wanting to see them accomplish everything they wanted, being there for them during their lows203: Do I judge a book by its cover? - yeah, i wont pick up something that doesnt catch my eye

204: Have I ever had my heart broken? - no

205: Do I like my handwriting? - yeah!! Its loopy

206: Sweet or savoury? - sweet

207: Worst job I’ve had? - ive liked all the jobs ive had

208: Do I collect anything? no

209: Item of clothing or jewellery you’ll never see me without? - a hoodie/sweater of some kind

210: What is on my bucket list? - going to greece

211: How do I handle anger? - i usually rant for a bit, maybe cry to get the extra hormones out, maybe break something

212: Was I named after anyone? - no, but i did have the same name as my great grandma

213: Do I use sarcasm a lot? - yes

214: What TV character am I most like? - im been watching bnha a lot so i think either kirishima or uraraka

215: What is the weirdest talent I have? - i can cross my eyes and then move one of them

216: Favourite fictional character? - ,,,,, im not sure,, i really love eric from divergent

#that took forever #it kept getting deleted and i would have to start over #sorry it took so long #selfie #????

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The Trials of Apollo #3: The Burning Maze Book Review

By Rick Riordan

5/5 stars

Summary: After waking up as a mere mortal, Apollo must navigate Zeus’ punishment as he and his demigod companion/master Meg travel to San Francisco to rescue a third oracle from the clutches of yet another Roman emperor that is not quite dead. With the help of some familiar faces and friendly nature spirits, Apollo continues to understand the hardships of the demigods and must learn the stakes are much higher than the loss of his seat on Olympus.

Apollo’s Character Development

In the previous books of the Trials of Apollo series, Apollo’s character was more of a means to an end for me. He provided a good laugh, but he wasn’t a hero. Not in the way that I was used to at least. Going into the series, I expected a Percy Jackson type or even Percy himself. Does anyone else have that problem? In every series written by Riordan, whether Greek mythology or other, I always want Percy to jump in and save the day. I live and breathe Percy Jackson, and I would totally be okay if every book just turned into another PJO novel. But alas, that cannot be.

Back to Apollo though: In fight scenes, he normally doesn’t get in on the action until the final blow must be struck or until he remembers something helpful from his years as a god. In that way, he’s sort of a looking glass for the reader; he sees and interacts with characters I care more about. It wasn’t until this book did I finally find a connection to Apollo. It takes some work and certain demigods to bring his pompous ass back to the mortal realm but it happens. Because of this shift in him, The Burning Maze becomes more than just another journey to secure another oracle. I foresee the book as a turning point in the series, one that Riordan can never go back from.

Plot Structure

Rick Riordan has a unique way of structuring his books that has become apparent to me over the years. A classic Riordan book normally includes a beginning chapter that plants the reader right in the middle of the action (and this books does not lack that) along with a few chapters to decompress, all the while learning new information that may aid the main characters in their journeys, a sprinkle of character development, and maybe a hint of a good ole plot twist. The pattern continues like this: a few chapters where action-packed battle scenes filled with heroism entice the reader, and then, as the fighting winds down, a few chapters follow as the characters gather to strategize, impart some wisdom and whatnot as the sequence replays once again. 

 As I’ve grown older, I’ve found it harder to remain focused while reading Riordan’s novels, which is a given considering they’re aimed at a middle grade audience. However, The Burning Maze was a delightful surprise in regards to my attention span. I couldn’t seem to put it down despite how hard I tried. Yes, it may be cliché to say that, but there is some truth in clichés. Riordan’s new novel followed, well, a plot that wasn’t predictable at all in terms of structure. The storyline felt more nuanced as not one but two major conflicts drove the characters forward. The chapters didn’t lead up to an epic Riordan-esque final battle. Without spoiling, the plot for me hastened towards two pivotal moments, each a hundred pages apart. One was completely expected and one was not.

The Side Characters! (minor spoilers in this section)

First of all, I never really cared about Meg, but this book really changed my perception of both her and Apollo. They make a strange duo, and yet it somehow works. As Meg and Apollo search for the third oracle, they find a group of nature spirits that need their help and are somehow connected to their quest. The interactions between Meg and these nature spirits as well as revelations about her past turn a once prickly character into someone more tolerable, even enjoyable. The care that both Meg and Apollo have towards each other along with their funny banter really makes their relationship more relatable.

As soon as I read the end of the preceding book, I couldn’t wait to see what our good friend Grover had been up to since the original PJO series. His role as a guide brought back some major feels, especially as he helped the mains navigate the Labyrinth. I enjoyed reading about this character again, and I’m glad he wasn’t anything more than their guide. Riordan perfectly balanced his role and appearances in the book.

Piper has grown so much as a character, and it’s really noticeable in this book. What’s interesting about The Trials of Apollo is that the series shows us characters we know and love through the perspective of a fresh face. Seeing Piper take on more responsibility and aid Apollo on a quest instead of being the demigod on the quest was extremely different but quite enjoyable. It was such a bittersweet moment for me to read about her again. For those who might have found her annoying in the HoO series, I think you may like her better as a side character. Apollo somewhat idolizes everyone because they are more capable than him and that makes them more admirable. 

WOW, Piper and Jason?! Two mains from previous books in more than just a few scenes? I am truly living life here. Thanks Uncle Rick. I’ll be honest, I never liked Jason Grace. At one point, I truly despised him. He annoyed me. But now that he’s not constantly pitted against my fav Percy, I have developed a newfound respect and fondness for his character. Once again, it’s truly amazing to see these characters from my childhood grow up. They’re figuring out their lives and going to school. It made my eyes water a little at the bittersweetness of it all. 

I don’t want to spoil too much but Coach, Mellie, and their kid are adorable. That is all.

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SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

The Death of Jason Grace

Jason dies wtf

nothing else matters

JASON GRACE IS FUCKING DEAD

HOW CAN MY CHILDHOOD BE RUINED LIKE THIS?!

LIKE WHAT i am still shooketh how can this possible be?!

Okay I avoided writing this review for a few weeks because of Jason Grace. It honestly shocked me. At first, I didn’t know how to react. I cried a little. My childhood character, despite my past hatred for him, had been killed. Then I was furious. How could Rick Riordan do this to me? To the fandom? All we want is for our precious babies to be happy. THEY DESERVE TO BE HAPPY! And yet a hero never gets what he deserves.

After reflecting on it, I now understand the necessity of Jason’s death. Before this book, I didn’t really take this series seriously, and gurl, was that a big mistake. After reading The Hidden Oracle, I considered Apollo’s adventures as a joyride down memory lane. Oh look, over there, is that Percy in Camp Half-Blood? Leo and Calypso riding Festus? Piper and Jason living in San Fran? I loved it. The nostalgia was overwhelming and I couldn’t read them fast enough. But that soon ended with the murder of both Jason Grace and my soul. Now, the stakes are raised and I’ve learned from my mistakes. Riordan knows how to draw in the readers. I should have seen this coming, and yet, like that unforgettable drop into Tartarus, these characters and I will never be the same.

Another thing about Jason’s death: it really hurt. I just needed to reiterate that I felt physical pain in my chest while reading that scene, almost like I was the one being impaled instead of Jason. And to make it worse, Caligula didn’t just impale Jason and then leave. Oh no, Rick just had to make Caligula stab him again for good measure. Rub in the finality of his death with each jab of his golden spear. Jason was the perfect hero to die and that made everything a hundred times worse. He followed the rules. He was truly good. Which made it all the more heartbreaking when his adherence to the rules wasn’t enough to save his life.

ANOTHER thing: the fuck you mean Piper and Jason broke up? Yeah, not everyone can be Percabeth but really? I found myself shipping them more while they were separated than when they were actually dating. Damn, this book was pretty good. And Piper never had a final goodbye? AND LEO?! HE LITERALLY FLEW TO MEET THEM ONLY TO FIND JASON DEAD? I had to reread some of HoO because of this terrible nostalgia, and it just made me think: was that the last time they were all together? During the battle against Gaea? And now that will be the very last time, because Jason Grace is dead. And like I said before, there’s just no going back.

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—Alexa

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What? Hogwarts?

Characters: SamxReader (implied), Dean

Length: 1,226 words

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping, none others that I can think of.

Summary: The reader is a hunter who finds herself on the cases that other hunters don’t want. The winchesters show up and you don’t want their help. Finally you allow Sam to help you. Why not get a little help in some revenge on Dean at the same time?

A/N: This is my entry for @percywinchester27 PJO Quote Challenge. My prompt was “Met them. Killed them. Got the T-shirt” and it is in bold in the story. Sorry it took me so long to get this done. I just lost my writing inspiration for quite some time.

**Not my gif**

You have been a hunter since you were fourteen years old. The job had turned your life into crisscrossing the country living out of your car and cheap motel rooms. Today found you pulling into a small town in Utah where girls have been disappearing. After your room checking in to the one-star establishment your grabbed your bag and headed towards your home for the duration of this hunt. “God I hope this is a quick hunt,” you groan to yourself. Just then you hear the roar of a familiar engine down the road. “Oh fuck me, the Winchesters.”

 The next morning you are at the police station bright and early. As you were going through the case files you heard the police chief coming near the room you were working in. “Why on Earth did the FBI have to send two more agents?”

 “Ummm HQ wanted to make sure we had all the basis covered, there have been too many people going missing. The sooner we figure this out the better.” You could recognize that voice anywhere. The door opened and the chief smiled at you.

 “Agent, your backup has arrived.” He smiled at you with a flirtatious smile.

 “Thanks Hank,” you shoot him a wink before he blushed and left you alone with the Winchesters. “What are you doing here,” you question with venom in your voice.

 “Well hello to you too sweetheart,” Dean sends you his signature smile.

 “You are always the easier brother to deal with Sam, so I ask again, what are you doing here?” You peer at Sam questioningly.

 “Bobby sent us. Wasn’t aware that there was another hunter on the case already,” Sam smiled at you apologetically.

 “Well I already know what I’m dealing with and how to kill it. Now I’m just trying to figure out where it is hiding.” You shut the book you were looking at and stand preparing yourself to leave the room. Dean stood in your way. “Excuse me.”

 “Come on Y/N. Let us help you. It will give it over faster and…”

 “Out of the way Dean.” You shoved the man out of your way and walked out of the room.

 “Dude what the hell happened between the two of you?” Sam peered at Dean the question in his eyes.

“Long story, maybe another time. Can we at least finish this case first?”

 “Dude, she has done all the leg work already and won’t talk to us. Maybe I should go talk to her alone. You just seem to piss her off.”

 Dean smirks a little before following his brother out the door, “yea I do.”

 You were at the bar trying to figure out how you were going to use yourself for bate as well as kill this thing without drawing too much attention to yourself. You were lost in thought when a beer was slid in front of you and someone sat next to you. “What do you want Winchester?”

 “Y/N, please just talk to me. I don’t know what happened between you and Dean, but you know you can talk to me. At least let me help you. Screw Dean, we can make a good team.” He gives you that puppy dog look that can melt even the most frozen of hearts.

 “Sammy, what happened between Dean and I, I don’t really want to talk about. This case? That I can talk about. It dragons Sammy. Fucking dragons. Again,” you look down sadly.

 “Dragons? Wait, again, what do you mean by again?”

 “Met them. Killed them. Got the T-shirt. Most hunters don’t believe dragons are a thing. I always end up on those cases. I know what the signs are, I watch for them. I go where they take me. That’s why no one ever hears from me. I travel the worlds going after the creatures hunters don’t believe in. It’s a lonely gig, but someone has to do it.” You sigh taking a drink of the beer Sam had brought you.

 “Well Y/N, we have worked together before, and I know you know your stuff. If you say you know it is dragons, then I believe you. I’m guessing you know how to kill a dragon then. Let me help you. Please. Screw Dean. What do we need to do?”

 “Dragons are the reason I became a hunter Sam. They took me when I was 14. Kidnaped me when I was walking home from school alone one day. My mom was a hunter, but I didn’t know it at the time. She was killed rescuing me. I have her journal now.” Sam looked at you with sincerity. He didn’t think you were crazy. He was actually listening to you. “They take virgin’s Sam. There are very few things you can kill it with. One being that colt that is rumored to be floating around somewhere. Also a sword forged in dragon’s blood.”

 “Where the hell do we get a sword forged in dragon’s blood?” He scoffs.

 “Well, I happen to have one in the trunk of my car.” Sam smiles at you and it makes you blush. “I told you, I’m the only hunter who deals with these things. Of course I’m prepared. I’m sure you and that brother of yours have that beautiful car all packed for the things you always hunt.”

 “You got me there. That we do. So we need a virgin to draw it in, right?” He looks around curiously, “I don’t think we are going to find any of those here Y/N.”

 “Sam,” you look at him in disbelief, “I am a virgin. Well reborn anyways. It works. It makes for a lonely life, but hey a hunter has to do what a hunter has to do.” Sam gives you a sad smile.

 “Okay, let’s do this.”

It was over. You and Sam had finished off the dragon. Once again you found yourself at the bar with the Winchester brothers. Dean kept trying to flirt with you, but you continued to shut him down. He was getting frustrated that it wasn’t working. You couldn’t help but look over at Sam watching his brother constantly get turned down.

 “Hey I got something for you,” Sam said reaching into his bag passing you a gift bag. He chuckled at Dean’s ‘what the hell’ reaction. He gave you a little smile.

 “Sam, you didn’t have to get me anything,” you said reaching your hand in the bag pulling out a V-neck shirt. You couldn’t help but laugh as you read the front of it. You turned it around and put it over you smiling at Sam.

 “Met them. Killed them. Got the T-shirt, what does that mean?” Dean looks between you and Sam.

 “Nothing Dean, it’s just an inside joke,” Sam says winking at you before giving Dean a smug look.

 “You two have inside jokes now? Are you sleeping together too?” You and Sam both laugh as Dean gets up to go to the bar. You stand up after Dean leaves grabbing your new shirt and look back over your shoulder at Sam.

 “Well, are you coming? We might as well fulfill what Dean is already asking,” you throw him a wink.

 “Uh...yea...coming!” Sam scrambles to get up throwing some money on the table to cover your drinks before following you out the door.

#Ana’s PJO quotes Challenge #@percywinchester27 #Kelli writes #supernatural fanfiction #reader insert

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i went...... hard y’all this is so extra and embarrassing but i spent like,, over an hour writing this down so ur all gonna see it u better.

Why did you choose to play the character that you do at Crimson Revolt?

im gonna be honest like………………………………. i picked dirk bc i wanted to play ezra miller lmao. I KNOW HOW SHALLOW THAT IS DONT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT OKAY I CAN EXPLAIN!!!!!!!! alright so before i apped for crt the first time i was at…… a pretty low place confidence-wise bc i’d just left the first rpg i ever joined (also the first rp thing i ever did) and it was a pretty,,,, messy departure lmaoo i gotta admit i could’ve handled that better orz. BUT ANYWAY so i went looking through the ezra miller fc tag bc i’d just discovered this fabulous person and had vague ideas about a character that could fit the fc (dramatic, cheeky, a lil flamboyant) and was also thinking “i will never fall in love with a character the way i did my previous ones again” and more dramatic bullshit along those line bc like i said,,, bad time. obviously i didn’t find any active rpgs that had him in use so i checked crt bc i’d seen it around before and liked the look of it, so i sent the main an ask like “do you see ezra miller working for any of your open characters?” the admin at the time pointed me to barty crouch, peter pettigrew and dirk cresswell.

i just want to take a moment to digest that i could literally have played any of these three, cause all i had at the time was a vague idea of a character and a fc to match. i remember i spent days trying to decide between barty and dirk cause neither skeleton fit my vision perfectly and they both seemed aimed more towards an angry jock-type character (especially dirk his fc was miles teller which…. should give u a good idea of what the admin at the time had in mind for him) ( i mean the first skeleton. the one on the main now is one i rewrote after the main crashed back in june.) (just to clarify: the original skeleton had just as much potential to evolve to a complex and intriguing character as any other skeleton here at crt. i just had my vaguely dramatic ezra miller bby and i wanted it. lmao.) but i liked challenging set characterizations and bringing unique perspectives to contrast against any expectations the admin/s might have about a character. which is why i tend to go for skeleton rps, you get more freedom with those. eventually i decided on dirk bc i liked the sound of aversio and grey moralities appeal to me greatly. i spent a long time delving into the character’s backstory and personality and all those deep-seated insecurities and compelling contradictions that make dirk up to be the person he is now. by the time i submitted the app i was thoroughly in love with the character and haven’t stopped since. he’s my most developed and my most beloved character to play thus far.

Do you have a favorite holiday?

NOPE. as long as im surrounded by people i love and a lot of snacks im good.

Do you prefer coffee or tea? Perhaps neither, or both?

coffee. coffee coffee coffee.

What is your personality type?

INFP-T. the mediator. 86% introverted lmaooo.

What is your Hogwarts House?

ahhh. when i first read the books a few years ago i was like ‘iM A SLYTHERIN DONT TOUCH ME!!!!!’ but i…………literally have the subtlety of a bulldozing stampede of rhinos im sure y’all noticed. i took the pottermore test and had the glaring red n gold show up on my face and i shut the laptop down so fast like liES I BELIEVE NONE OF THIS. then i took a fan-made test that put me in ravenclaw and i was like…………….. ok i accept this compromise i can work with that. lmao im such a gryffindor tho don’t look at me im just *flops* pottermore was right….. i accept my place now i have stopped running from the truth orz.

What is your Zodiac Sign?

Taurus.

Three most recently watched on Netflix?

SURPRISE! i don’t have netflix. most recent stuff i watched tho are Stranger Things 2, IT (2017) and…. i can’t remember orz. but im obsessed with stranger things taLK TO ME ABOUT STEVE HARRINGTON PLS I LOVE HIM SO MUCH *SOBS*

Describe your ride-or-die friend.

don’t call me out like this…………………………………. i don’t make friends in real life people are difficult and i am awkward orz.

If you could have any superpower, what would you choose?

the ability to focus whenever i want at whatever i want for however long i want and actually manage to be productive with my time. what do u mean this is not a superpower i need it to be one.

Are you an early bird or a night owl?

i have no sleep schedule to speak of. sometimes i sleep at five am and wake up at eight am to get to my classes, then have a six hour nap when i get home and stay up until four am again. sometimes i go to bed on eight pm and wake up at four in the morning and still sleep through my classes, take a small four hour nap when im home and spend obligatory time with the fam for a couple hours lmao. it’s like im just sleeping or waking up either way im always a step removed from a zombie. there is. no reason for any of this i just do it.

What is your favorite color?

YELLOW. it’s so bright and sunny and iouwodc. i love it.

What is the last book you read? What is your favorite?

ahhhh i can’t remember my memory is failing me. which is sad cause i used to pick up a new novel every other day but i just can’t be bothered anymore ugh. i think my favorite was the whole PJO & HoO series’ – i haven’t read the last book yet tho, so i’ll start rereading all ten books when i get the chance.

Where would you rather be right now?

on a bed. sleeping. alone. with a lot of blankets. solitude appeals to me on such a deep level guys u don’t even know.

Have you ever watched the sunrise?

the ones i remember are three – once when i was a kid with my mom, bc i wouldn’t go to sleep and it was approaching sunrise and i rambled about wanting to see the sun come up so my mom was like………………… ‘*throws hands up* ok u lil monster u win’ and took me to the roof to watch the sunrise lol. it was glorious. and cold. bc winter. the second time was with my cousins who were sleeping over (for the first time in a loooong tiiiimmmeeee) and we decided to spend the night up on the roof bc why not. the last time was with my brother i think he was up there fixing something or the other and i was just there….. to be annoying lmao.

Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what kind of music?

oh no i can’t. i need everything and everyone to be quiet or i can’t write a thing.

What’s the one thing you especially love about roleplaying your muse/s?

what do i love about playing dirk…… his impulsive and his bright attitude and his endless optimism. he has such an uplifting presence and a cheeky sort of charm that makes it impossible for people not to love him, that makes his worming into other people’s hearts so entirely predictable and entertaining to play out. he is a myriad of contradictions – the difference between what he thinks everyone deserves and what he thinks he deserves is appalling, and with time it becomes clear that when he says things like “everyone needs someone to lean on” or “everyone could use some support” he is not referring to himself as a part of this ‘everyone’, if even on a subconscious level, does not find himself worthy of such kindness. he is a character so full of love he is spilling and overflowing with it, his raw emotions and his turbulent nature one of the dearest parts of him to me. the thin line he walks between being kind and violent, loyal and unforgiving, genuine and secretive. all the little details that make him up are reason for me to love him as dearly as i do.

What’s your favorite type of weather?

cold, but not too cold, y’know? just enough to wear a jacket but not so much you spend the night under five covers and a thermometer lmaoo.

What’s your best RP experience?

crt. no contest. and im not just saying that cause i’ve been in a bunch of rpgs by now and they all either a) lack dedicated admins/members b) are cliquey and non-inclusive at all or b) fall into inactivity a meager month or two after opening. crt is one of a kind.

Who inspires you?

this is actually a tough question cause i never really stop to think about it?? i draw inspiration from everything around me and it’s kinda like…. im constantly absorbing stuff from the environment im in and it’s like i’m always half-thinking about writing at any given moment, if that makes sense?? dunno.

Spread some love: mention someone you’ve met that has influenced you or your writing in a positive way and explain how!

ahhh okay so. before i tried roleplaying i stumbled upon this rpg in the fandom tag over a year ago and it’s basically been the catalyst for my time in the rpc. i was looking through the character’s blogs and found someone playing peter and i was like……….. not fond of peter at the time tbh but this person’s writing was so fucking incredible i checked their blog daily, just to see how this thread or that thread would go. their take on a character i’d only held distaste for before was so compelling and complex i was drawn in all the way, i’d even come to love the character so much and was constantly disarmed by the smallest to the biggest details in that person’s characterization – at least the details i could pick up on, some i’m sure went way over my head at the time. some details i still remember vividly and they’ve helped me shape my first character and have influenced my writing thereafter. i learned a lot about the duality of a character’s mind and how to express inner conflict by observing that person’s writing. (yes i sent them a nerdy af message gushing about all that bc they hadda know man…. they hadda know.)

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MADISON’S QUESTIONAIRE

*PERSONAL DETAILS*

Nicknames? Maddie. Although I guess technically Madison is a 'nickname' ;)

Where do you live? Right next door!

What’s your age? 17, dancing queen

Hair color? Dark brown

Eye color? Darker brown

Height? really short, like 5'2"

Date of Birth? December 29

What’s your star sign? Capricorn!

Element? Earth probably.

How many siblings? one (1)

How many pets? zero but I already have a bunch of cat names planned out for my future two cats

Obsessions?

    I want to wipe out all the sad ideas that come to me when I am holding you    I want to erase every nasty thought that bugs me every day of every week

Bad habits?

     When my fingernails get too long I pick at it, I procrastinate a lot, and I also get random ticks (ie drumming my fingers, clucking my tongue it goes on)

Phobias? I would say death, but honestly, it's probably life

*ABOUT YOU* What makes you happy?

     Being with friends I trust. Watching an entertaining show/movie/gameplay

What really irritates you?

     Apathetic people.

What makes you sad?

    Me. Capitalism. The pressures and expectations that society puts on individuals.

What makes you angry?

    People who don't care about other people's feelings. When someone says that it's required to stand for the Pledge of the Allegiance. The rampant racism and sexism and honestly discrimination in general that we humans seem naturally so inclined to.    

What makes you scared?

    The thought of how our universe and everything in it will disappear and we humans will only be a blip in that timeframe. But perhaps that isn't really scary.

    New answer: Trump. Guns. 

Who is your best friend? 

   I have like three best friends outside of bdrp: Rose, Abigail and Riley.

Ever broken a bone?

    Nah. The closest is when I twisted my ankle.

What was the last CD you bought?

    I myself haven't bought any. But like as a family, pretty sure it was Legally Blonde.

What was the last book you read?

    Throwback to middle school with the Raven Boy series.

Who was the last person you spoke to?

     The bus driver haha.

What was the last thing you ate?

    Cookies (that Riley gave me) and yogurt. 

What was the last thing you drank?

    The answer should be water, but it's juice.

What’s the best thing you’ve ever bought?

     I'm young I don't really pay expensive things. I would have to say that of the things that I know that I bought is the book Battle Royale.

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever bought?

    I bought a lot of food in my life, some pretty crappy.

What’s the best thing you’ve ever been given?

     I love my parents <3. They got me a violin (several but they sold some back), my Bose headphones, and my drawing tablet (that I should use more).

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever been given?

    Idk my parents sort of know what we want and my grandparents can't really give me anything and I don't remember bad gifts from elementary school friends. But our family gifted ourselves a guitar which my mom wanted but promptly said that the strings hurt her fingers so probably that. 

What are your future goals?

    Happiness, success, and love. 

Describe your bedroom?

     It's pretty small and the walls are yellow and pink with a sticker tree with birds it's pretty cool. I have a bed, dresser and a lil vanity table that has a lot of random stuff on it. 

Who do you consider the most beautiful woman in the world?

  Lupita Nyong'o, Song Ji Hyo, Ashley Moore, IU, Emma Watson

Who do you consider the most handsome man in the world?

  Taron Egerton, Avan Jogia, Lee Jong Suk, Song Joong Ki, Dave Franco

Favorite thing to do on a hot summers day? 

  Eat ice cream

Favorite thing to do on a snowy winters day? 

  Eat ice cream (but inside)

If you were granted 3 wishes, what would they be?

  To use the popular loophole, wish for more wishes. If that's not the case, my wishes would be: world peace, no need to sleep, and the ability to focus on what I want to without getting distracted.

If you could go back in time to see or change something, when would it be and what would you do?

Well, if it was possible for Riley to get professional help without trying to commit suicide that would be awesome. 

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Doing the extra credit my freshman year for English so I would get an A instead of a 89. Sitting with someone else in sophomore year math class so it would be entertaining and I could avoid the only B I'm gonna get in math during high school. 

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Doing something about Ryan my freshman or sophomore year. Doing something about Joey.

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Regretting less. 

What’s the first thing you think about when you wake up?

  Going back to sleep. 

Do you believe in the after-life?

  Yep.

Where do you see yourself in 10 years time?

  I'll be 27, but that also gives me no sense of time. Probably at a nice office job or graduate school.

What’s the funniest joke you’ve ever been told? 

  Nice shoes, wanna fuck? 

or: This fibonacci joke is as bad as the last two you heard combined

Any hidden talents?

    I once fell asleep while standing. 

Dream job?

  My dream dream job would probably be being a popular actress but also 1) that would never happen and 2) that sounds stressful. So my other dream job is being the position right under the CEO of a very successful company.

Who is your hero?

  you <3

Describe yourself in 3 words: 

  Nice (get it? if not I can explain it to you in discord), smart, passionate

*FAVORITES*

Favorite color? Purple and black

Favorite number? 25

Favorite animal? Pandas and cats.

Favorite sport (to play)? Lol. 

Favorite sport (to watch)? I watch football a lot actually. But have you /seen/ badminton games of professionals it's insane

Favorite Show(s)?

  Too much honestly. KShows: Running Man, the Genius, Problematic Men. Western: Miraculous Ladybug, Misfits, Project Runway and Big Brother as my guilty pleasure

Favorite movies?

  Excluding Disney movies because I love all of them, I highly recommend the Cabin in the Woods, Truman Show, 10 Things I Hate About You, and Old Boy. From there, it's like a tree with tons of movie options.

Favorite band?

  The rubber ones that can change into shapes

jk, the only 'bands' I really like are Kpop, so 2NE1 (rip), BTS, Blackpink and Big Bang.

Favorite song?

  I love Savages by Marina and the Diamonds, Crybaby by Melanie Martinez, and Whistle by Blackpink.

Favorite room in the house?

  My bedroom's pretty cool, I just don't spend a lot of time in there

Favorite food? 

  Chocolate. I also like a large variety of fruit

Favorite drink?

  Apple juice hands down. Besides that, there's this Korean drink called 2% that's really good.

Favorite place?

  Bed? Wizarding World in Orlando Studios, Florida was pretty awesome, and South Korea has some great places. And of course, our expensive home Disney World.

Favorite cartoon character?

  Blossom from Powerpuff girls, Kim Possible from well, ya know, and to continue this trend, Wendy from Gravity Falls.

Favorite day of the week? Saturday.

Favorite day of the year? December 28

Favorite season? Fall

Favorite Holiday? Christmas

Favorite girls name?

  Madison (haha) but I also like the name Victoria. ngl Petrana is a pretty good name too.

Favorite boys name? Ryan

Favorite country? South Korea? Countries are pretty problematic tbh

Favorite smell? Dollar bills ;)

Favorite sound? Fire crackling

Favorite accent? Gonna be stereotypical here and say British.

Favorite Ships (in or our of BDRP)?

  Too much to list in bdrp so I'm just gonna go outside BDRP.  Percy/Annabeth, James/Lily, Spartace (from Running Man), Jungwan/Dukseon (from Reply 1988). I’m not a huge shipper tbh.

Favorite Fandoms? 

  All the fandoms I'm in are basically my favorites (except Gravity Falls to a certain point cuz that fandom has a very big 'weird' side). Disney of course, Harry Potter, PJO/Heroes of Olympus, Miraculous Ladybug (a bit). The Genius, Undertale, Cuphead (to another certain extent I don't play it but man the art is gorgeous), Bright Sessions (!)

*PREFERENCES* Coke or Pepsi? I don't drink either, not a huge fan of fizzy drinks

Pen or Pencil? Pen

Day or Night? Night

Cat or Dog?Cat

Summer or Winter? Winter

T.V. or Radio? Radio (gotta listen to those tunes in the car)

Brains or Beauty? Brains

Cup or Mug? Cup

Tea or Coffee?Tea (i'm not a huge fan of coffee either ngl)

Gold or Silver? Gold

Brush or Comb? Comb

City or Country?City

Early or Late riser? Late late

Blond or Brunette? This is bias against black haired people 😔 so blonde

Scary or Romantic movies? ooOooo idk this one's tough. If it was books it would be romance hands down, but since it's movie I'll say scary

Board or Computer games? Computer games

Half full or Half empty? Half full

  Happy and poor or Sad and rich? man this was tougher than you would think. But since it's based off how I don't think I could actually be 'happy' while poor, I will choose happy and poor. 

Glasses or Contacts? Glasses.

Flowers or Chocolates? Chocolate

Love or Money? Love

Hugs or Kisses? Hugs

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And there you have it!

#did i make an aesthetic for and about myself #yes #it's not super well done anyway #like three text boxes in a row would usually never fly with me