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kkolg · 2 months
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Look who made their boyfriend a fursonaaaaaaaa
meeeeeeeeee
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lorei-writes · 3 months
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... You know what would absolutely suck about Luke and Jin both?
If you wanted to knit them a sweater by hand, it'd take a damn eternity. Why so big! Why so big! Why did they have to grow so big and wide! (They each can get a... scarf?)
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cerealmonster15 · 24 days
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while im here. take my stupid dog son and also sebeks there too this time. i think i decided he is in fact a first year in pomefiore and ALSO on the track team w/jack and juice. let him run. set him free. ok bye
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clowndensation · 2 months
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can't make sivir in the game until script extender is back up, but i am Thinking About Him. so.
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blue = a priority in the past that he (feels he) no longer has
yellow = how he feels (if he could look past his denial)
red = that's just what he's like
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aroaceleovaldez · 2 years
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Hi this is a very random question with probs no answer but I wanted to see your opinions on it. Who do you think is castor and pollux’s mother/other parent? (Mr D’s kids not the actual mythological figures lol) Cause the main options that me and my friends came up with is that either they were someone who some how came to the camp (specifically not a camper but idk how’d they’d get there) Or they were a camper. Either way Mr D isn’t supposed to leave the camp, so how can he have kids?
(I’m not asking if you think they’re a specific character more so who would their other parent be if that makes sense lol)
So one of the established things in the canon of how deities work - at least the Greco-Roman deities - in PJO is that they can inhabit multiple spaces at once, which is very interesting. We’ve seen this a couple of times in varying forms (less so as the series goes on), in fact primarily from Dionysus. The best moment I can think of off the top of my head in-series that explains this is in TLO, where Percy talks to Dionysus while Dionysus is at a party and he explains how he can manifest at least partially present in either a physical or non-physical form in places relevant to his aspects - in this case, revelry. Mr. D, as camp director, is almost entirely present and locked to CHB, but he is capable of also partially not being there, because he does still have godly duties to attend to in bits and pieces in places where his aspects are present. So, theoretically, we can presume a situation such as that is how Dionysus had Pollux and Castor. (This also plays into my personal headcanons about demigods being primarily born of specific epithets of their parents - as presumably the partial-presence thing would result in only specific aspects of that deity being present to specific things - resulting in a specific range of potential powers depending on which epithet they’re born from, i.e.: Meg being born from an older form of Demeter.)
Though I do also like your idea of Castor and Pollux’s mortal parent potentially being a mortal who visited camp, because we actually have a couple of different routes you could go with that. First is obviously, parent of an existing demigod at CHB, which is kind of a really funny option to me because this means Castor and Pollux potentially have (or had) an older half-sibling with a different godly parent. That also actually fits the myth of the original Castor and Pollux well because depending on the version of the myth they actually had separate fathers despite being twins (or, also depending on myth, actually quadruplets with twin sisters Helen of Troy and Clytemnestra). Heck, if we want to go more in on the myth paralleling, maybe Castor and Pollux are quadruplets and have or had twin sisters in camp in a different cabin, and their parent had come to camp before actually having their kids to get advice beforehand from Chiron. I actually really like that headcanon now. Dang.
Other options are the “mortal ended up in camp not knowing anything about demigods” routes - and we have two potential routes I can see for this. One being the Lost Pizza Guy™ route of “A deity purposefully summoned a random mortal to camp for Reasons and let them in,” second is actually acknowledging that CHB is, to mortals who cannot see through the mist, disguised as a strawberry farm that is publicly known and theoretically occasionally receives mortal visitors (by accident or on purpose) which is also interesting because in TOA we’re actually told that CHB is surrounded by other farms. Maybe it was people from a neighboring farm visiting, or mortals who wanted to tour and/or go strawberry picking, both of which do actually align with Dionysus’ aspects as an agricultural deity, which is also potentially pretty cute cause that implies Castor and Pollux’s mortal family is most likely local and that Castor and Pollux might have grown up around camp if not actually lived right next to it.
Anyways, options abound! Thank you for leading me down this train of thought because now I have significantly more Castor & Pollux thoughts and they’re all very cute. These are all delightful options.
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nylwnder · 7 months
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am i making myself feel better by brainrotting about the sherwood x willy video? yes yes i am
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hairtusk · 7 months
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i feel like i'm going to be restless all week with the threat of employment hanging over my head lol
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mild disbelief (gun park x reader)
details: crack drabble, gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and gun are lovers living together, reader is a renowned fighter
summary: gun asks about a scar he spots on you.
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THUMP!
"Ow..."
"I told you about that slippery spot on the floor."
"Screw off," you yelled back. Why did your boyfriend have to be nearby while you fell in an embarrassingly loud way?
You were still lying on the floor when you spotted Gun's head peeking around from a corner. The smile on his face was full of amusement and you rolled your eyes.
He walked over to crouch down next to you as you forced yourself to sit up with a grunt. "How's the injury?" he asked.
After you took a moment to get yourself back together, you swatted a hand at him. "Bad. I'm suing you."
Gun decided to deadpan to keep the joke going. "How sad. Will you let me go if I treat your injury?"
"No."
"I'll pay for your hospital bills?"
"Deal!" You grinned.
"Good." He held a hand out and helped you stand up. "Welcome to the hospital, I'm your doctor and I'll treat you for free."
You gave him a feigned look of annoyance and he replied with a smirk. Nonetheless, you allowed him to drag you into the room where he had all his medical related stuff.
"Was my fall so serious you need to get medicine?" you questioned as you sat yourself down on a chair while he dug through the cabinets.
"Perhaps not, but better safe than sorry. The fall also sounded pretty bad, if you ask me."
"I guess." It certainly felt bad to you, that was for sure. In fact, it was even vaguely stinging at the moment. Still nothing to worry about though, but you figured you'd rather have it heal quickly anyway.
Gun waved you over after he found what he wanted. "Come sit at the table here. I'm not going to get on my knees to apply this on you."
"Yeesh, okay." You muttered, "This hospital sucks," on the way over which made your boyfriend's pokerface waver but ultimately ended with him just slightly smiling. It looked a little condescending, actually.
Once seated with your back facing Gun, he asked you to lift your shirt a little, which you obliged. Some brief peace and quiet fell as he applied the brusing cream on your lower back.
If it were anyone else, you would ask them to be a little more gentle, but you've fought alongside Gun enough times to know his rough style of patching up a person. It's not like you were exactly careful when patching him up, either. (Not that he minded the pain...)
"There," said Gun. You breathed a sigh of relief and were about to let go of your shirt until you felt his hand grab your wrist and lift it up higher. "Wait."
"The hell are you--"
"Is this a scar?"
"Huh?" You had a scar...? That was Gun's thing, not yours. What did he mean by a scar?
His finger traced a small line on your back. "This. Where did this come from? It doesn't look new."
You didn't give him a response, too busy thinking about what he was talking about. Then, it hit you.
Two years ago or so, when you had slipped down some stairs and something scratched your back on the tumble down. You still don't know what it was to this day, and you had totally forgotten about said scar because it was on a part of you that you weren't able to see unless you looked in a mirror. You were about to tell the story with a laugh but then it occured to you that you could absolutely make up some "badass" bullshit story for it.
Suddenly you felt grateful that you were facing away from him or he wouldn't believe your story from your current mischievous expression.
"I'm waiting."
"Sorry, Gun, I was just..." You let out a sigh, trying to sound as realistic as possible. "I got caught up in a memory."
"What memory?" Gun let your shirt drop and moved to put the medicine away as you continued speaking.
"Do you remember a few years ago when we both went to Japan to deal with unfinished business?"
"Yes."
"During the time we both split, I actually came across Ryuhei." You did your best not to laugh at the silence that followed.
"Ryuhei...? Kagiroi? The man who fights like a firework?" eventually mumbled Gun.
"Yes." Putting on a serious expression, you spun around to look at him and make your story seem more sincere. "He picked a fight with me because I wandered into his gang's territory and we ended up fighting. He left that back scar on me." Semi-dramatically, you added, "I won the fight, of course. And naturally, I left a scar on him, too."
The man before you seemed very deep in thought. You were beginning to think he didn't believe you but then he said, "Hm. I do remember seeing an unexplained scar on Ryuhei before."
"Seriously?! I just made that up!" That did it for you, and you couldn't stop yourself from wheezing. When Gun looked at you with confusion, you just started laughing.
"Is there something funny?"
Continuing to laugh, you tried to explain yourself in between gasps of air. Fortunately, it didn't take long for you to calm yourself so you were able to state the truth coherently. The second he heard it all, he slowly turned around with his arms crossed.
"...I didn't believe you for a second."
What could you do except laugh some more?
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"Ryuhei, I have a question to ask concerning the scar on your upper arm."
"Ask away, Gun!"
"Where did it come from?"
"Oh, it was from a while back. Me and my boys were throwing bricks at each other for projectile dodging and--hey, where are you going?! Why are you just walking away?!"
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waste-iisolation · 4 days
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sisyphus is such a good character i just love the way he reveals he knew he was doomed he's soooooooo
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aezyrraeshh · 1 year
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; OC AS A LOVE LANGUAGE
tagged by @indorilnerevarine to take this quiz for some of my ocs; thank you so much for the tag! <33 tagging @arklay @aartyom @risingsh0t @steelport @devilbrakers @liurnia @florbelles @shadowglens @calenhads @aelyosos @jillvalcntines @shepardgf @swordcoasts @cultistbase @brujah @girlbosselrond @camelliagwerm @reaperkiller @faarkas @veisshaupt @celticwoman & whoever else wants to do this!
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; a knife called grief
You have left your house, you have left those people behind, but what are you going to do about the memories which have taken root in you? You can run but not without them. You want someone to sit with you on this cool marble floor while the sun burns everything. You want them to cut your rotten heart and theirs too. You want to sit with it in front of you, let them see you with all your flaws, which haven’t been your fault but you have been made to believe so, and you want them to love you anyways. Because you know you’d do that for them.
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; an undoing influence
Can someone tell you what to do? You have been carrying so much love within you for so long it is starting to turn into anger (why does it matter, all you see is red anyways) and you have been dragging this body through each day and every night you are split open on your bed and it is so so so lonely. If someone were to walk in while you were on your bed that way and they stitched you back in a new way, lining the seams with their love and kisses, you’d probably find this dreary world a little more bearable. You want someone to turn you over and over until you look in the mirror and see yourself looking back at yourself with a gentleness which has been lacking in you since forever.
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; violent devotion
Everyone seems to think you are faithless, but the thing is you haven’t yet found someone who will bring you to your knees and make you raise your head in reverence. This world has stopped bringing you joy, you want more of the divine. You want to dedicate your entire existence to someone; you want to make them realise they are not something terrible, make them see just how much beauty they are bringing to this world. You want to be the only one for them, the only one they have chosen to love. There’s a god shaped pit inside of you and only they can fit in it. And what if they choose to walk away? Didn’t I say this was violent devotion?
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elympios · 1 year
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Julius is 100% “guy who really loves his wife and lets everyone know about it” except instead of his wife it’s his brother
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chateautangerine · 10 months
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@burningsky for: send “📔” to read an entry from my muse’s diary about your muse (accepting)
I saw Daniel today at the Writers’ Conference. How is he, you wonder? He has a lovely wife, although I never got to see her — I imagine love is relatively similar to Alice in Wonderland. That is: falling down the rabbit hole?
Sherry says he’s ‘Danger D’ on account of “unmentionable habits”, and would like me to keep my distance.
I’d be very happy to share my stash with him, mano a mano, as it were. 
Does he read my novels? It'd mean a lot to me... He’s award-winning, and I think he smiled when he saw me today — I’d proffered him an Old Fashioned garnished with an orange peel.
I've always wanted to be him.
That said: he has these eyes that turn lavender in the light. How fond of flowers is he, do you reckon?
It's quiet tonight, and I’d like to invite him for a drink. I leave you with this:
The man appeared through the cottonwood grove and stood over the rider until he blotted out the angry red sun and it seemed as though blinking. At some last reckoning the rider lied wondering if he had dreamt him and as he turned cold within the thatches of nutsedge and thistles he peered into the man's eyes until the ship of heaven sailed on all anight into eternity, and under the setting of the sun he dreamt no more.
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dandyshucks · 4 months
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me: okay just ONE quick cartoony silly facial expression drawing and nothing else, i need to sleep decently tonight for once and getting to sleep on time would help a lot with that
the drawingS (emphasis on the s):
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(its been... just over an hour since i started)
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meatriarchived · 5 months
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rewatching nancy/danny's trailer and i find it really funny that i guess technically speaking, danny DOES in fact get a head injury fbnsdjk
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mathcs · 5 months
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once you're stripped clean, what's at your core?
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silent admission. in tarot, the fool is numbered 0 – the number of unlimited potential. as the protagonist, he is ever present and therefore needs no number as well as no introduction. the world revolves around you in ways that i can't begin to describe, though you'd shrug it off if i were to begin to explain. i need you to know that time is running out. if you want to get this done, you need to start now. sloth is your greatest enemy in this world, and you can only run so far from the opposition when you start with such a disadvantage. keep your head high, yeah? the kid you were is still in there somewhere. you need to show him that it was worth it.
tagged by: stolen from @yoakenouta! tagging: steal it! do it now!
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zecoritheweirdone · 2 years
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folks i made art for @scorpionoesit’s vagabonds fic. it is a very good fic and you all should read it if you haven’t already.
if you haven’t heard of it,, basically,, think clinic, but tommy doesn’t have healing powers + he heals many different groups, not just villains(and vigilantes).
it is,, as i said,, verrrrrrry very good,,,, we got clingy duo, we got bedrock bros, allium duo, golden duo,, whatever the hell tommy and fundy’s duo name is i don’t know i don’t keep up with these things. we got bamf tommy,, we got micheal aka the best character,, we got peanut butter cookies,, have i convinced you to read this fic yet. do i need to send my not-so-good essay. i will do it. no i won’t actually it’s not good but still you should read the fic kdjdkdndk.
anyway, ranting aside,,,, the art!!
click for better quality,,,,, reblogs > likes!!
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i feel like the rooftop itself could be better(it is. very empty,, dkdnkd),, as well as the poses,, and the background is.. eh,,, but i like everything else about it!!
and that’s not all i have! made a couple little extra doodles,, putting them under the cut!! hope you all enjoy!!
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#my art#dream smp#tommyinnit#technoblade#scorpionoesit my beloved i love their fics so much. my number one favorite author of all time; genuinely#whenever vagabonds and braided realities is done;; i would honestly love to print ‘em out and make ‘em into an actual book-#-for personal use;;; like if i ever get on a plane and wanna read something#with the authors permission of course;; kfnfkf. gonna wait until the fics are actually complete before asking tho fifnof#and i’d also need to like. actually learn how to bookbind#anyway rambling aside. if you’re curious about that essay i mentioned you’re welcome to look for it in my blog#i’m not linking it myself it is. not good as i’ve said fkfnfknfkfn. it’s only 1/3 about vagabonds#another third is about dsmp hero fics in general; and the last third is about. the owl house.#they are connected i promise. kind of#i just wanted an excuse to ramble and promote vagabonds and somehow ended up with 3k words of nonsense jdbdkdbdjvd#anyway x2. spreading my long-curly haired c!tommy propaganda. i cannot be stopped#also fun fact. techno’s hair is different than how i normally draw his hair. mostly the color#usually i draw his hair the same color as the pig skin;; but in the fic it’s specifically mentioned as ‘bubble gum pink’.#and i wanted to be accurate to that. even tho right next to him is tommy in a pony tail; something definitely not in the actual fic#tho it doesn’t really matter ngl;; you can barely see the difference in the final piece kfhfodbkd#still… i’ll know. and so will you; person who read the tags. thanks for that btw idk how many ppl actually read my inane ramblings down here#here; take a peanut butter cookie; made with a dash of chekhov’s gun#(i’ve rambled. so much(not really) about the cookies in various discord servers.)#i love this fic so much you would not believe#also ngl i kinda just. traced the. uh. shit what’s the thing called.#ok i forget the name but jsyk. i traced it fodnkdbd. did not try too much with that#well i mean. i did. with the coloring/shading bits. but not with the actual shape of it didjkdjd#also i just realized i forgot to add the fake writing details on a lil sticker on the thing but then i realized.#you can’t even see it anyway tech’s in the way. so. woo?#anyway i’m about to run out of tags so i guess this is where i stop#have a nice day/night; folks!!
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