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doonemit · 3 months
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WHY THE FUCK IS VASH THE STAMPEDE SO HARD TO DRAW?!?!!?
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sophieswundergarten · 7 months
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Okay okay okay
So
More thoughts on Reynie being a child of Aphrodite
One day, maybe a week after he's been claimed, Reynie is walking in the woods. He's trying to avoid the other campers, skirting the line between "So far that he's going to attract monsters" and "Far enough that no one will find him"
It's not that he doesn't like the other campers, it's just that, even after Kate and Constance (And probably Martina too) threatened half of camp into submission, nothing changes
The other kids, especially his cabin mates, keep touching him. Leaning on him (But not like Constance, soft and subtle, haft-reluctant affection), tapping at his shoulders (But not like Sticky, gentle and timid, but with a growing trust), and pulling him everywhere (Which, while it did not hurt as much as Kate's grasp, was still burningly unfamiliar)
And it's so uncomfortable. He feels like he can barely breathe, like he's crawling out of his skin to get away from soft hands and long nails and heady perfume. And no one listens when he asks for space, no one notices when he stiffens or shrinks back or stumbles at the unexpected arm around his waist; the hand on his wrist; the invasive closeness when someone leans so hard against you that all you can see is their teeth and their eyes and you wonder if this not unlike how a small rabbit may feel in the presence of a hungry predator
So, he's in the woods
And as he's walking, a woman appears out of the trees, and he knows instantly that it's her
And he freezes
Because he doesn't... hate her (Not that Reynie Muldoon could hate anyone) But, he doesn't know her. He's never met her before, never seen her apart from paintings, let alone in a capacity where he knew her to be his mother
And he just wants to know why. Why she left, why she didn't even care. How could she just... forget him? Was he really so terrible, that his own mother wouldn't even bother to find him? It was one thing if she knew that he had a mortal parent to protect him, but after he'd been placed in the orphanage?
She didn't care even then? When the monster attacks got worse and Miss Perumal had to fight to keep him there, to keep him safe, to keep him off the streets?
What had he done so wrong, even as a baby?
And of course, she fawns over him and pats his cheeks and runs her hands all over him with an unearned familiarity and coos and asks why on Earth he hasn't been staying in her cabin? Especially now that he knows he has siblings and a home now?
He responds politely, unsure how to handle this. She continues and seems disgusted that he'd rather stay with the Apollo or Ares or let alone Athena campers (She doesn't know about Constance yet), and that's almost enough for Reynie to stand up in defense of his friends, when she suddenly switches topics.
She continues scrutinizing his appearance, commenting on his clothes and his hair and his stance. Doesn't he know he's a son of Aphrodite? He should strut with the confidence of a dozen fashion models (And doesn't that make Reynie cringe. Strut? Not on his life, no thank you) Why isn't he wearing better clothes? It may have been alright when he was living in that dirty mortal building, but now, now that he's been claimed and he has his brothers and sisters to provide him with clothing, why is he still in sweater vests and khakis? Did they not have things up to his style? She could find outfits for him if he'd rather, it's been so long since she got to play dress-up with one of her children—
And with each word Reynie gets smaller and smaller. He knew that this was wrong somehow, had hoped it was a mistake, but this was worse. He was the mistake
Aphrodite prattles on. He looks so average and boring, but doesn't he know? Isn't he aware? If he just changed his clothes and wore some makeup and walked as if he owned everything, which he basically did, because even she had heard whispers of his charm-speak, the world would fall at his feet. He may be basic and nondescript, but no one need notice. With all the glitter and fancy jewelry and maybe a girl on his arm and definitely with his words, no one would ever look at his face.
No one would ever know that part of him
He'd be untouchable; stunning for some unknown and unattainable reason. And they could get people to help him with his sense of style and everything, what he really needed to do was come with her for a bit and they could see what his voice could do. She wouldn't be surprised if it had an effect even on an Olympian, with how powerful it was among half-bloods.
And it's at this moment, as Reynie is stuttering to speak, trying to find some way out of the maze of her gossipy chatter and make himself heard (Not that it would work. Not that it had worked all week. Maybe this was his life now, the strongest words in the world sealed behind his lips so he didn't hurt anyone as he was pushed and dragged from place to place where he didn't want to be)
It is right then that Kate appears, Martina at her side and Sticky and Constance right behind them.
The older girls had come straight from combat practice, still in their armor, as soon as Sticky and Constance had told them that they couldn't find Reynie
Kate challenges the goddess, pointing a sword at her even as the boys look at her with twin looks of terror. Aphrodite laughs, wondering aloud what such a strange and out of place group of campers could want with her son.
Constance pushes in front, swallowtail wings flared wide, stating that Reynie doesn't belong to anyone, let alone her. The two regard each other, silent and full of vitriol. Aphrodite hisses that Constance has nothing to do with this, and she should stay out of it.
The little girl points out that this has everything to do with her, especially as Aphrodite has yet to release her grip on Reynie's shoulders. Constance takes a risk, daring the goddess if she wants to deal with Psyche, and that proves to be too much of a bother for her.
Aphrodite fists a hand in Reynie's shirt before smoothing it out again, promising she'll be back. And then she disappears in a haze of pink mist, a thick cloud of expensive Olympian perfume.
And then Reynie is surrounded, hugs and reassuring pats on the back and careful fingers lacing through his own, and for the first time in ages it doesn't hurt. It isn't burning or cold or shocking. It is unexpected, yes, but not uninvited. He trusts these people.
And whatever his mother has to say about things, well, that doesn't matter right now. All that matters is that his friends came for him, his friends listened and helped him, and he didn't even have to ask. They just knew, without him saying a word
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hurricanek8art · 8 months
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OKAY. HOLD UP. Ahsoka's finale (series? season? I don't think anyone knows at this point) is airing on October 3rd.
Do you know what other Star Wars things aired on October 3rd?
THE SERIES PREMIERE OF STAR WARS REBELS IN 2014.
AND THE FLIPPING SERIES PREMIERE OF STAR WARS THE CLONE WARS IN 2008.
AHSOKA IS ENDING ON THE DAYS THE TWO SERIES MOST IMPORTANT TO ITS STORY BEGAN. THEY MOVED THE DATE UP A DAY RANDOMLY LAST WEEK.
I DON'T KNOW WHO DECIDED TO DO IT BUT THEY DID IT ON PURPOSE.
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newtsnaturethings · 27 days
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Trying to use salt after a climbing workout is a special kind of pain.
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saarloos-404 · 2 months
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THe Owl House
I've finished "The Owl House".
My honest reaction :
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omgggggg he’s so me!!! (frodo on mount doom)
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I SAW THE 50K AND WHEN I TELL YOU I SCREAMED-
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mayullla · 9 months
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Fudge- I hit burnout againnnnnnnnnn
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mrdrhenwardhykle · 1 year
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OOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHH
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Have you seen one of the Dl Animator 'John Pomeroy's art of Dirk and Daphne?
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The last one's caption is 'Dirk popped the question'
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hillian-sketch · 3 months
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I'm just going to put this here
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... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH JSBSDJIEHDKCODHDJDIEHWHSSJSHHS KSJSBXIDSISHDPSO SJSBSLSIDHSKHDDH SJNSLSKSNSJSKDBDBD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH
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holy crap, Chris has his own, personal Insta account now!
(well, just like all the other members of Stray Kids)
I think I fainted a little.
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maraariana01 · 6 months
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I AM BACK
I WATCHED THE FNAF MOVIE I WILL NEVER BE NORMAL AGAIN
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leonistic · 2 months
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it's a little cold today! || idia shroud
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"you cannot keep doing this," you hear idia dramatically sob outside your (his) door in the rather chilly ignihyde dorm. you opt to focus on the anime on his computer screen. "stealing is a crime! you've already- wait, gimme a sec- stolen my heart, so what use are my extremely expensive and comfy sweaters?!"
"they're comfy! and since we're dating, it's our sweaters now." you yell back as idia flinches and rolls his eyes.
"what kinda logic is that?! give me back my sweaters please!!"he sighs with a soft smile as he opens the door to see you jump onto your (his) bed and burrow deep into your (his) quilts, content with winning the 'argument'. "you mind if i join you? you look real comfy right now."
"comfier than the sweaters?" you ask as you spread your arms wide, idia nodding as he jumped you, burying you underneath him and the blankets. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! IDIA NO, I WANNA BREATHE!"
"you stole my heart, i steal your breath," you hear your blue-haired lover mumble above you, decidedly too comfortable to move and as you moved him over you in a way that didn't hurt your ribs, you whispered a quick cringe-ass fucker, where the hell did you even learn to be so smooth from?, which made him giggle.
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this iconic idia drabble i wrote which got 1.8K+ notes on ameleii (sobs thank you idia simps for loving this)
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alex-iltempo · 1 year
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
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CAN'T WAIT! CAN'T WAIT! CAN'T WAIT!
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i-ate-a-crayon-lol · 5 months
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Beautiful OC designs by @cherri-does-art
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Art by me
◦◯◦ Juno ◦◯◦
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◦◯◦ North ◦◯◦
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I'm saying things under the cut
OMG these babies are so inspiring AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhh
ok-ok I'm chill, I'm chill, I'm normal but look at themmm 🥺🥺🥺 :""3
North is the Swordsmachine, witch is mean they built their body from scrap. And your concept of it is just perfect. ( I really enjoy the concept of scrap-build robots like automatrons from fallout 4, or like robots from Desolate Hope, so North instantly stole my heart). Also North's legs been bending a bit backwards so it give me an idea of giving them my favorite shape of robo-legs like this one below. And I decided to give them those tiny cat-paw-shaped-like-feet in-game swordsmachines have. Bc it's just cute :3 (North have these sharp claws and wire tail - they are absolute kitty! Hnnnnnn (ᗒ///ᗕ)
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And Juno have those hot-rod flames painting is giving me ideas they can be some cool tattoo artist. They could probably have some sort of tattoo parlor for machines, where no fights is allowed (something like Maccadam's Old Oil House from transformers), making it one of the most safest place in Hell/Earth???? And anyone who breaks the rule will be smacked with a broom xD
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cloudster-clown · 1 year
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AAAAAAAHHH AAAAAHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH
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