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eruherdiriel · 3 months
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I am very interested in hearing some more about 7_Reunion_Darkish Jon 👀
(WIP game)
I love this one, but I have very little plot beyond them reuniting and Jon catching some pre-reveal feelings, haha. It's alternating POV. Here's a snippet.
He stops two lengths from her. "Hello, Jon," she says, and that's when he knows. Her voice was always sweet and light, and though the years have changed it some, it comes back to Jon, like a long-forgotten song. Sansa. 
The breath is gone from his lung. There's nothing in his head either, just one word, her name, over and over.
Sansa.
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Talk to me, please, she wants to scream. But Jon speaks very little to anyone. He grumbles out commands and then rides solemnly at the front of their party. He keeps his distance from her, stalking about in the shadows, but he materializes at her elbow if a soldier so much as lets an eye dance over her form.
The men learn she belongs to him. His sister, they call her, the commander's lady sister. Together, they are the children of Winterfell, or Lord Eddard's baseborn son and his trueborn daughter. The bastard and the lady.
Sometimes, it's the wolves of Winterfell.
....
Who is more of a threat to her than him? Perhaps he should let her imagination fill in this mystery, lead her to the most damning conclusion. If he doesn't deny it, Sansa will run from him, and it will cure him of this sickness, the way her scent permeates the air he breathes.
He wants her to fear him, to flee and end his torture. 
He wants her to think well of him.
He wants her to command him to shred her enemies into broken bone and sinew.
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rebelpeas · 11 days
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recording our first minecraft youtube video tonight 👍 happy flat freak friday
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miel-miette · 2 years
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That’s it, I’m done fridging my characters. It’s time for DIVORCE!
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melonsharks · 21 days
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rewatched a court of fey and flowers and god i LOVE this season. squeezed out a lineup to figure out how to draw the pack of pixies!
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sovksluv · 2 months
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sleepy girl
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𖤐 . pairing - Luke Castellan x fem!Hypnos!reader
𖤐 . summary - hii!! how are you???? this is my first time doing a request, so i'm a little nervous :) could you please do a luke castellan x daughter of Hypnos!reader? with lots of fluff, please!! thank you <33
𖤐 . content includes - one of the Stoll brothers (idk who, yall can pick), sleepy reader, readers race not specified
𖤐 . word count - 545 (sorry it’s short :( )
𖤐 . taglist - @perseus-jackass @niktwazny303
𖤐 . a/n - i just asked siri to pick a number 1-23 (AHHHHHH TYSMMMMM FOR 23 ASKS) and this is what she picked
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the bright light peeking through windows and the bustling noise of Hermes cabin did nothing to help wake you up. the fact that you still slept so peacefully, despite all the ruckus, left Luke questioning if you were alive or not. you were, the soft rise and fall of your chest while you slept assured that.
Luke kneeled beside your bed, trying to figure the best way to wake you up. or any way to wake you up. it was almost two pm and here you were, sleeping without a single sigh or stir. “yo, Castellan! ya’girl dead or something?” a loud voice called from behind him. Luke scoffed, he could tell it was one of the Stolls, but ultimately chose to ignore him.
he watched as you softly snored, eyes fluttering. you were deep in a dream, a soft smile forming on your lips as it continued. the very subject of your dream was sitting in front of you, desperate to wake you, not wanting you to miss all three of your meals.
his calloused fingers delicately brushed your hair from your face. he cooed your name softly, continuing to lure you from your dreamstate. Luke left gentle kisses on both your forehead and your cheek, still coaxing you back to the present with his sweet words.
you sighed in your sleep, half awake. Luke smirked to himself, still running his fingers through your hair. “time to wake up, baby,” he whispered, “you’ve already missed two meals.” his calming chuckle sounded right into your ears.
your eyes fought to open – just a little, though. the bright sunlight burned, causing your eyes to slam shut, and your arm to fling over them, almost hitting Luke right in the face. he laughed as you whined, your whine morphing into a yawn half way through. “hi sweet girl, did ya’ sleep good?”
you muttered out a ‘mhm,’ hesitantly uncovering your eyes. when you finally allowed your eyes to adjust, you were met with the kind eyes of your sweet boyfriend. a precious smile engulfed your lips as you stared up at him. he mimicked your smile, fingers still softly brushing through your hair.
“hi, Lukey,” you mumbled, yawning once again, drowsily blinking up at Luke. “hi, baby, what time did you go to bed last night?” he questioned, you took a moment to think before answering him. “8:30,” you mumbled sweetly.
Luke laughed, you’d almost slept a full twenty-four hours, and you would have if it wasn’t for him. he helped you sit up, chuckling to himself at the sheet marks on your arms and your flushed cheeks. all signs of a good night's rest.
he stood up from his spot on the floor, holding out his hand to you to help you up. you gratefully took his hand, standing up and leaning into him. his strong arms wrapped around you, warming you up. it almost made you fall asleep right there.
before you did, though, Luke spoke. “come on, sleepy girl, let’s go get you something to eat, yeah?” he used his fingers to tilt your head up to look at him, waiting for your nod of agreement. you nodded, letting him help you put on your slippers and leading you out of the cabin.
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rxseinbloom · 4 months
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I think misspelling the tag for a story about a dyslexic demigod and then that tag trending is something that can be so personal
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finalgirlmoment · 4 months
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Noteworthy details about the first two PJOTV episodes (spoilers)
First of all, every single of them ATE DOWN. just wanted to throw that out there, i'm so so impressed with the cast, everyone was perfect and gorgeous and i'm completely sat for any and all future installments. A fine piece of media. Let's begin.
Percy's confusion and bewilderment finding out that he's a demigod. "You fell in love with God.... like, Jesus????" LMFAO but seriously his frustration in this moment, thinking there's something actually wrong with his brain, feeling lost and confused and hurt and BROKEN. the struggle in that moment is so relatable to people discovering they have some sort of mental illness or neurodivergence, especially when they weren't believed/listened to etc and i think walker played this part beautifully
GROVER AND PERCY PLAYING MYTHOMAGIC TOGETHER. GROVER AND PERCY PLAYING MYTHOMAGIC TO TRAIN PERCY. I AM LITERALLY SCREAMING OFF ROOFTOPS THE IMPLICATIONS THAT THIS HAS???? ARE YOU ACTUALLY JOKING??????? IMAGINE SEASON 3 PERCY FINDS NICO AND THEY HAVE THIS IN COMMON???????????!?!?!?!?!? FEELING SEVERELY FRANTIC AND MASSIVELY UNWELL ABOUT THIS
luke's empathy towards Percy throughout-- his apologies for what happened to his mother at the bottom of Half Blood Hill, him telling P that he relates to the nightmares, the restlessness, the ADHD..... so fucking sick and fucking twisted, I will be sobbing at the ending, gorgeous job on both ends on making this relationship feel very warm and authentic and the trust starting to build. this will H U R T.
CLARISSE. she's so gorgeous and vindictive. Her beauty took me off guard initially, but she's such a spiteful little badass that I completely fell in love with her. I CANNOT WAIT to see more of her characterization, especially into season two. perfection.
Percy burning the blue jelly beans- the thing he'd miss most- out in the middle of the woods at night in a damn can, just to pray to his MOTHER. *sobbing intensifies* i couldn't ask for a more sweet, heartfelt, honest moment. the perfect addition. 10s across the board
Percy's ANGER. OH BOY this was one of my most favorite parts. I feel like we see Percy as a very happy-go-lucky kid altogether but I loved, LOVED to see his frustration and agitation from the very beginning. Everything is so confusing and foreign and all he knows is that 1. he's been betrayed or left behind by everyone he knows and 2. he's been ignored his whole life by his godly parent. His mission is to MAKE HIS DAD SEE PERCY, at ANY COST. Before he even knows who his dad is. He is entitled to feel ALL of this anger and hurt and resentment!!!!!!!
Annabeth calling Percy "sunshine". TOTAL CULTURAL RESET. I gasped. The dawn of a new age of Percabeth. I will be screaming into my pillow about this for the foreseeable future.
The entire characterization of Percy throughout the capture the flag scene. His contrast of being just a kid- flossing (lol), peeing the woods, petting a gecko, just vibing and hanging out VS. being thrown suddenly into attack from his peers that don't care about the rules, surprising himself and everyone around him with his finesse in battle, quick instincts, swordsmanship..... i'm weak fr. I can't wait to see him grow, train, become stronger and more confident.
Overall, I'm entirely floored and beyond happy. I can't wait to see more. 10/10
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thaliasthunder · 4 months
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IM SORRY HUH,,,,,,, DIOR ?????????????
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demigods-posts · 1 month
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imagine during the third book where percy gets his final recommendation letter. he is approached by a god or goddess who asks him to reconcile past relationships. because to move forward, you can't let the things of the past hold you back. so percy gets closure with the side characters from the pjo og series. clarisse, nico, thalia, and rachel. and it just gets progressively more intimate until he has to confront one final person: the ghost of luke castellan.
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thestarstoasun · 25 days
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See, most people want a Will Solace appearance in the show for Solangelo content. We are not the same. Don't get me wrong, I love them. However, I want a Will Solace appearance to get a glimpse of his friendships w/ Annabeth & Clarisse & the other campers.
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eruherdiriel · 3 months
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“I dreamed you were wandering in the dark, and so was I”
I’d love to hear about this one, for the ask game :)
(WIP game)
(This title is a quote from The Green Mile) This is one of the only things I've ever truly outlined. I have some written and mostly know the structure, but it will be a multichapter fic and I struggle with longer storytelling, having it keep my attention and working out all the plot stuff. And I set this one in the US state of Maine, complete with regional accents and slang spoken by some characters, but I feel like dialects are tricky to get across in text without annoying the reader. Anyway, the premise is, Jon is a woodsman and Sansa is on the run as Alayne until she comes through his small town. Set in the 90s for vibes and some, uh, criminal stuff I don't think people could get away with today. Snippet below!
I dreamed you were wandering in the dark, and so was I
He finishes unloading the truck and is laying down towels in the dooryard when Ghost scratches the storm door. After listening to the dog's nails screech across the metal a few times, Jon had covered the bottom half with a wood panel, and though it looks ridiculous, his ears thank him every time Ghost lifts a massive paw to the door.
Jon turns the handle, and Ghost barges in.
"Hey!" Jon yelps as the animal pushes past him and trots to the next door. In his earlier haste, Jon left the keys in the handle, and Ghost tugs them out now, returns to Jon's side, and sits.
"We're not goin' for a joyride in this weather," he says. Ghost responds by dropping slobber-covered keys in Jon's hand and tugging on his cuff, hard. A chill runs up Jon's spine. Something is wrong.
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rebelpeas · 25 days
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HUGE!!!
yeah it is
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arataka-reigen · 4 months
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Clarisse with a tshirt that says "I survived a codependent homoerotic teenage friendship"
Silena with a matching tshirt that says "I didn't"
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sovksluv · 2 months
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Here me out, luke being like greedily obsessed with the reader who's like all cute and more soft aesthetic, he just can't help himself but to corrupt her sweetness and fuck her stupid :(
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dove
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𖤐 . pairing - Luke Castellan x bimbo!fem!reader
𖤐 . summary - Luke finally got to show his pretty dove just how much he loves her
𖤐 . content includes - smut MDNI!
𖤐 . word count - 993
𖤐 . taglist - @perseus-jackass @niktwazny303 @st4rzl7
𖤐 . a/n- first time writing tumblr smut pls be nice 😓 (and be honest !! tell me if it’s bad or not)
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from the moment he saw you, Luke knew he had to have you. with your short, pretty little skirts, plump, glossed lips, and pretty bows in your hair. 
you were just so perfect and soso innocent that he absolutely needed to have every part of you. he would watch you from afar, inching to touch you – to feel you.
you’d be laughing, sitting at the wooden table with your siblings, pure and unaware, lashes batting and plush thighs sitting so pretty on the bench. 
you poor, sweet thing. Luke wondered if you even noticed all the prying eyes on you – his prying eyes.
he wished he could be as close to you as they were, smelling your fruity perfume, feeling your perfect body pressed right up to his. 
he wanted to ruin you. he wanted to have your mascara running down your sweaty face, your eyes puffy from crying, the pounding of his fat cock just being too much for you.
a pathetic little cry left your lips, your arm desperately searching behind your back for anything to grab onto. 
Luke chuckled from behind you, grabbing your frenzied arm and reaching for your other one as well. 
he held both your arms behind your back, pulling your body up slightly, using the new advantage to shove his leaky cock deeper into your sopping cunt.
his dream had come true. you were bent over on his bed, eyes and pussy soaked, hands held tightly behind your back as he mercilessly pounded into you like there was no tomorrow. 
your whine drew his attention back to you, a chuckle leaving his raw and bitten lips. “mhm, dove – fuck. y’feel me?” he groans, eyes rolling back from the feeling of your sloppy pussy. 
you yelped after a particularly hard thrust to a certain spot, walls tightening around his stuttering cock. “Lu-uke-” you stuttered, drooling and breathless.
“such a pretty little pussy, dove- mine.” he groaned, your tight cunt making his unrelentless motions falter. “all for me right? s’all f’me?” 
you whimpered and cried, frantically nodding your head at his words. “y-yours, Luke.”
“mhm, mine.” he muttered, grinning and speeding up his movements, pride surging through his body at the visibly loud change in your sounds at his actions.
you felt one of his hands leave your arms, it disappeared from your body before it made harsh contact with the soft plush of your ass. it stung and left your skin red, a loud scream leaving your chapped lips when he did it again.
“a little freak aren’t you, dove? n’ i thought you were all innocent.”
Luke’s hand moved away again, and you were excited, craving to feel the sting of the slap once again.
but his hand didn’t come back down on your skin – instead, it grabbed at your hair, pulling your head up and your back flush against his searing chest.
you cried and moaned at the sudden angle change, suddenly feeling much more full.
your right arm moved up behind Luke, threading through his matted curls, pretty pink manicured nails sharp and scratching and pulling at his hair.
his breath got caught in his throat, his own hand trailing down your plush body, between your thighs, fingers finding your puffy, disregarded clit.
you leaned your head back onto his shoulder, almost silent noises falling from your lips at each deep thrust of his hips. 
Luke turned his head towards you, trailing sloppy kisses down your neck and sucking large, noticeable bruises onto your skin. 
your body was on fire – being stimulated from so many different feelings. his fat cock, the sloppy circles he left on your clit, his wet and cool lips on your warm skin. 
“mhm – my pretty dove,” he whispered in your ear, voice shaking with the ferocity of his own thrusts, sending goosebumps down your body. “y’were made for me.”
he moaned in your ear, practically whimpering. your pussy gripping him like a vice – a feeling he’d dreamt of for months.
“Luke i- c-an’t.” you whimpered, voice high and whiney and fucking pathetic.
“yes you can, dove, f’me, right?” his eyes fluttered closed, hands and hips working simultaneously to please you and your pretty body.
his cock pistoned into you, on the verge of bullying your cervix. “fo-or y-ou, Lukey.”
he relished in the feeling of your tight, warm cunt, hips stuttering. he was close, desperate to feel you finish before him.
“all mine, dove. mine mine mine.” 
you tried to wonder if he was saying it for you or for him, but you were too braindead to come up with a conclusion.
together, the pounding of his hips and the circling of his fingers practically threw you over the edge. 
you screamed, eyes screwing shut and mouth falling open, white hot pleasure flushing throughout your veins. 
“fuck, fuck fuuuuck-” he groaned, hips pistoning as he filled you up, warm heat flooded your pussy, his pace never faultering as he made sure you got every drip of pleasure you deserved.
Luke turned your head towards his, capturing your lips with his own, thrusts and fingers slowing. 
you whimpered into his kiss, mind hazy and pussy fluttering. you felt his lips turn upwards, the kiss deepening. 
his hips finally slowed to a stop as he let your spent body lay back down on his bed. he carefully pulled out of you, falling beside you, searching for his breath. 
you whimpered beside him, heaving and eyes fluttering closed. you were half on your side, back facing him.
Luke’s arm slithered towards you, wrapping around your waist and pulling your used body against his. 
he held you close, face shoved in your neck, mouth close to your ear as he whispered, “pretty, dove. all mine.” he kissed behind your ear, nipping at the skin there. you whimpered.
“you were mine from the start, weren’t you, dove?” his hand slowly trailed around your body, up your thigh and up your chest.
“mine, mine, mine.”
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annadiplosis · 8 months
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Rue
Their outfits
Their SHAPES
all very important to me
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”lilly stop saying clarisse is gay she literally gets w Chris” SHUT UP OK JUST SHUT UP‼️‼️‼️‼️
y’all saw what she was wearing too, right??? The costume department isn’t stupid they know straight girls don’t wear CAMO CARGO PANTS AND LOOK GOOD IN THEM
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