#the trial of two

[milomilesmib]

(First meal the seven have together)

Percy: the name "two bite brownies" is so demanding. Like, you can't tell me how many bites it'll take to eat my sweet treat, you corporate brand bitch. What if I have a really tiny mouth? What if I want to eat it whole like Kronos did with his kids? Huh? What then?

The argo II crew:

Piper: is he drunk?

Annabeth, unfazed: no, he's just like this.

Leo: I love him already.

#had this thought while eating two bite cupcakes #pjo #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #hoo #toa #pjo hoo toa #rrverse #riordanverse #rick riordan #annabeth chase #piper mclean #leo valdez #frank zhang #jason grace #hazel levesque #pjato #argo ii #argo ii crew #the seven pjo

[dont-let-me-eat-pears]

Newt | Peeta

#the hunger games #the maze runner #peeta #newt #tmr newt #everlark #katniss x peeta #newtmas #thomas x newt #mockingjay #thg #tmr #catching fire #the death cure #the scorch trials #katniss #thgedit #tmredit #parallels #my gifs #it was inevitable that i’d eventually make a gifset of my two current favorite blond boys #my loves #btw bottom row is totally a parallel bc newt comes back cured in the end okay :)))) #he’s alive and happy with his friends in the safe haven right now :))))

[whineandcheese24]

i like to think that when meg is at camp she sacrifices food to apollo instead of demeter. but not like good food. like, you know those blueberries that are all shriveled up. things like that. or a waffle she accidentally spilled water on. and she always says it’s for lester papadopolous

#she keeps a piece of bread on her shelf for like two weeks #just so she can sacrifice moldy bread to apollo #meg mccaffrey #apollo #lester papadopoulos #trials of apollo #toa #percy jackson #riordanverse

[literallyjusttoa]

Ok, I actually really liked that short haired post-toa Apollo design, so here's some more of that plus Hephaestus because we all love Hephaestus.

#trials of apollo #toa apollo #lester papadopoulos #apollart #pjo hephaestus #Apollo deserves one of those mental breakdowns where you chop off your hair #as a treat #Also Heph and Apollo is like one of my number 1 godly sibling relationships I want to explore #Might make a post about my top ten most interesting Olympian sibling relationships actually that sounds fun #fun fact Heph and Apollo are the two different styles of Ancient Greek pots in this drawing! :D

[aj-artjunkyard]

Apollo’s at his best when his speech patterns are “21yo college frat boy meets ye olde theatrical actor”. He responds with things like “But hark! Behold!” and “you should’ve been there, man. It totally rocked” in the same breath and kicks the fight or flight reflexes of every demigod in a mile radius into survival mode

#absolutely in love when he does this #he wore ray-bans with his flaming magical armour and I’ve been thinking about it ever since #also love that his two go-to vibes as a god is ‘ancient Greek deity’ and ‘hot 21yo’ #apollo #pjo #apollo pjo #riordanverse #toa #trials of Apollo #lester papadopoulos

[moodyseal]

TOApril Day 8 – Moonlight's Reflection

Imagine thinking your brother is a scatterbrained fool for four thousand years and then having your view of him shattered through one simple song

#henry and felicity montague in another universe: #two days late but WOOO who cares yolo #trials of apollo #toa #pjo #percy jackson #apollo #lester papadopoulos #artemis #apollo and artemis #toapril #toapril 2024 #my art #lonely thoughts

[yonemurishiroku]

Imagine Elysium is crafted according to the heroes’ most wanted place. Imagine Jason’s paradise has the shape of the Hades cabin. Imagine Makaria’s and Hades’ confusion. Imagine Nico’s tears when he realizes Jason enjoys the time they spend together in said cabin so much he carries it to Elysium.

#these two would be the death of me. #nico di angelo #pjo #hoo #toa #yone rambling #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #jason grace #jasico #dead jason grace

[garussy]

Apollo preferring to look like Lester even after he became a god and changing his appearance to look older or younger when he meets a mortal

New demigods not believing that he is Apollo and he feels a little proud and giddy to be called ‘Lester’

Names have power in Percy Jackson and Apollo accepting the name Lester just as much as Apollo and he is given power everytime someone calls him Lester

Apollo and Meg being mistaken as siblings when they walk around together and Apollo calling her ‘little sister’ for the rest of the day

#apollo now having TWO sisters that could absolutely wreck him in a fight #Meg demanding to be called ‘Auntie Meg’ by the Apollo kids #the Apollo kids flat out refusing #pjo #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #toa #percy jackson #apollo headcanons #apollo pjo #lester papadopoulos headcanon #lester papadopoulos

[brighteuphony]

I love Chiyo- and I kind of headcanon her as a Witch of the Woods (Sands???) archetype- a bitter old woman who has sacrificed too much, experienced and committed more atrocities than anyone can imagine, and who knows the truth about what lies in the hearts of men to live among the villages anymore.

In my AU she's got a pretty dark backstory. Back in time when Villages were just getting established, women weren't allowed to be shinobi in the same capacity as men. There was too much warring and death among the clans to risk women, so they were only ever allowed to serve as spies or medics. (Chiyo started off as a medic).

And like any military/fascist dictatorship, serving the state was more important than anything else- so women who were kunoichi were given missions to steal and return with powerful bloodlines. Even before villages, this was a common fear among clans (which is why so many of them have protective measures and inbreed/arrange matches very carefully).

Chiyo was one such woman, who took a X-rated mission in her youth because she was told it would 'serve her nation'. There was a powerful bloodline whose Kekkei Genkai could harden sand to something akin to Steel- something Suna very desperately wanted.

Chiyo succeeded in her mission, but despite the veneer of 'serving your nation', when she returned, she was considered, in her words, "Just another whore."

Then when her son didn't manifest the bloodline- it was worse, but Chiyo was happy because that meant her son was HERS. (This is when she met Enji, and he saved her son's life at great cost- so Chiyo owes him a blood/life debt.)

Then the war came, and they needed women to fight so now serving the nation meant something different, and Chiyo became a full fledged 'shinobi' and turned her healing towards poison and death- especially when she had to fight the Salamander.

Then she sealed Gaara and that was the atrocity straw that broke the camel's back and she dipped out Suna and retired to an oasis. She's still a healer, but adamantly refuses to serve shinobi.

Once again, thank you so much for these asks and all the support for this AU?

@youngpeacearbiter

#naruto #haruno sakura #granny chiyo #coven!sakura #nations always celebrate serving the military but no support for anyone who comes back #veteran's aid? what's that and we all know how they would see women like this #there's no more xrated missions in villages and its like a shameful secret they all gloss over #you never air the dirt out when you've gotta indoctrinate your next wave of children into child soldiers #also chiyo is a pretty cruel woman IMO #first thing she did when she learned Sakura stepped between two attacks was to laugh so hard she started crying #Chiyo has both HEAVY internalized mysogyny but also really wants to protect women- its a balancing act #queen of tough love throw em in the deep end no floaties #trial by firing squad #also chiyo just HATES the hypocrisy of being venerated as a war hero when its convenient for the nation- she just hates shinobi villages #thank u kishimoto for keeping Chiyo's backstory vague as hell so i can play #chiyo as an embodiment of female rage

[lovesickeros]

☆ even the gods bleed [ pt 3 ]

{☆} characters neuvillette, wriothesley, furina {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, multi-chapter, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings none {☆} word count 1.9k {☆} previous [ 1 ] [ 2 ]

Wriothesley was not a man of superstition. He did not kneel at the altars until his knees bled, he did not pray until his voice gave out– he did not, contrary to popular belief, suffer divine punishment for his apparent lack of respect.

After all, what Divine would look so deep beneath the waves just for a glimpse of the sinners that inhabit it?

Not them, evidently.

He hadn't slept in the past four days, though. There was a heavy air of something where ever he walked– it followed him like a thick fog, lingering and choking him until it dragged him to his knees like a chain. His thoughts inevitably linger on the striking, extravagant letter so conveniently adorning his desk at the fortress– the broken wax seal, the letter tucked into his pocket.

He'd recognize the seal of the Iudex any day. Wasn't often he spoke to him– but the shaky, distorted words hastily etched into the paper made him pause. Neuvillette always had a steady hand– elegant, flowing script that him of flowing water.

It had kept him up for days.

The implications were..haunting. He'd poured over the letter for hours, illuminated only by faint light of his desk lamp. Yet no matter how many times he tries to see what must be hidden beneath the ink, the paper itself even, he finds nothing but the shaky script of a request that sends a bolt of pure frost through his veins.

He noticed, of course, the odd goings on of Fontaine. He'd heard vague whispers of the Divine's hunt for the imposter– he'd heard, too, of the ceaseless rain pelting Fontaine until even he wondered if the nation would finally sink beneath the waves.

It didn't, though. And that only made it all the more odd. Days of constant rain, just for it to stop suddenly..he tugged his coat tighter around him, throwing up the hood of the cloak clasped even tighter over it with a grunt as he leaned around the corner of the alleyway.

He didn't believe in superstition, but this was too hard to ignore as a simple weather anomaly.

Maybe that was why he ignored his gut– he knew that this was probably a trap, at the very least it was suspicious. But damn it, he couldn't ignore the instinct to follow the only lead he had.

His boots clicked against the rain stricken streets as he stalked through the shadows, mindful of the clinking of machine patrols just a few streets away. Yet every step felt heavier then the last as he took a long, good look at the Palais Mermonia. He almost considered bringing out his gauntlets, but he thought better of it– if it came down to it, he needed information. And he would need whoever was waiting for him alive for that– the dead don't speak and all that.

The letter's directions led him in a..rather roundabout entrance to a secluded room, evidently, as he lifted his hand and quietly knocked against the door. Two rapid knocks, pause, another knock, pause, four knocks. It doesn't take long until he hears the latch of the door unlock.

The leather of his gloves creaks as he clenches his fists, adjusting his stance. He's ready for a fight, if he must, but as the door quietly slides open he feel the weight on his shoulders relax slightly– the familiar, sharp features of Neuvillette meets him. He almost reflexively smiles at the way his pupils turn into thin slits, a momentary surprise that he quickly hides well behind a cough and the creak of the door as he pulls it open fully.

"Wriothesley. I see my letter has found you well. Please, come in." Polite as ever, Neuvillette steps aside to let him in, but he can see the exhaustion lining his features– the bags under his eyes aren't as well hidden as he thinks, at least to him. "Bit odd to be inviting me all the way out here in the middle of the night, don't you think?"

His tone is smooth as he steps into the room, brushing down his hood and glancing at Neuvillette over his shoulder, watching as he shuts and locks the door behind him.

"I apologize for the..less then ideal circumstances, but I'm certain you will understand when you see for yourself." He wants to retort, but the Iudex beats him to it, vaguely motioning to the room behind him. An invitation– but he wonders if it's worth taking.

His gut says no, but he's feeling a little risky today, he supposes.

He turns back slowly, barely able to make out the two figures he'd missed on the first glance on the other side of the room– though it's hard to mistake the flourish of the Hydro Archon, even in the dark. It's the other figure that makes the breath hitch in his throat, though.

Or maybe, more accurately, it freezes. So does his blood, his whole body even, locked in stasis for a long, tense moment– he can't see them clearly, but his instincts are going haywire. He can feel his vision almost rattle where it rests against his left shoulder, cold leaking through the layers of clothes and into his skin until he has to fight to suppress a shiver.

He'd always fancied himself the hunter– he was the one who dealt with unsavory folks, in the end. But he felt like a rabbit pinned beneath the crosshairs of a gun this time. He could almost feel the teeth of the bear trap snapping shut around him, crushing bone and flesh beneath cold metal.

For a long moment he thinks he feels fear.

And with a sharp click and a burst of light, it's gone and he takes a raspy, choked breath as he blinks away the blurriness in his vision, taking in the room illuminated by the lamp.

He's not sure what he sees is better, though.

Because his body knows that their Divinity is as real as the blood running through his veins.

So why do they remind him so much of himself? Why does he see the look of the boy who died in a pool of blood not his own in them?

It is a sick, cruel kind of familiar.

Wriothesley didn't believe in superstition– but that was born of the unknown. He knew, now. He could reach out and touch the truth with his own two hands.

The throne of the world was a lie.

The thing sitting on it bled red. And if it bled, it could die.

He clenched his fists tighter– and released, letting his shoulders slump with a huff and a half hearted chuckle. "I wasn't expecting you to be in possession of a wanted criminal when you sent me that letter." He could see the gears whirring in their heads, the subtle dampness in the air reminding him just how delicate a situation it truly was.

He wasn't particularly inclined to getting blasted by a jet of water today.

"Relax, I'm not going to spill to anyone else. Seriously– don't get my jacket wet. It's expensive and a nightmare to dry." His lips quirk into a half smile, but it twists into something almost genuine at the laugh covered up by a cough he hears from the Divine. Bingo.

"It's fine, Neuvillette. Let him go." Their voice is like honey dripping from their lips, and he has to close his jaw with his hand before they can see the way it dropped in his surprise. "Of course, most Divine. My apologies." He relaxes at the sharp click of his heels as he joins them on the bed, his posture far more relaxed then he's ever seen. The Hydro Archon, much to his confusion and amusement, is far too invested in playing with their hair to pay much attention to him now that things have calmed, evidently.

Huh.

They seemed pretty cozy about it, he noted. He guesses they three of them had some time to get acquainted.

"So..who's going to explain what the hell is going on?" He probed, crossing his arms over his chest and watching the three carefully– they all looked tired, but even through the exhaustion neither seemed inclined to stray too far from the Divine. "And what exactly your plan is? You can't keep hiding them here forever. Someone will sniff them out sooner or later."

"We are aware," Neuvillette interjects, lips pursed into a thin line and his thin brows furrowed. "But as I'm sure you've noticed, the hunt for the..forgive me, most Divine, but the hunt for the alleged imposter is still at it's peak."

He grumbles in acknowledgment, hanging up his cloak by the door and sliding out of his heavy coat, resting it over the back of a nearby chair. "Hm. Suppose that's why the patrols are so common now a days."

"I'm afraid so. As you can imagine, we cannot simply ask them to..stop the search. It would draw unwanted attention and suspicion. The Divine would be found immediately if we tried to bring them out of the city at the moment." Neuvillette added, looking proper and elegant, despite the circumstances– even in the face of the Divine and the Archon turning on him and tugging his hair into intricate braids. "So I hope you understand that it was a great risk to send you that letter."

He rubs his chin, huffing in amusement– a solid plan, maybe, but his power didn't extend too far out of the Fortress. He had his connections, sure, but what use were they when he had to get the, uh, "imposter" out of Fontaine? Smuggling them out wouldn't be easy, and then there's the point of where to take them they'd have to contend with.

"Yeah, yeah– I get it. But it's not like I can just smuggle them out or keep them in the fortress. Even if we got them out of the city, we'd have to find somewhere to bunker down, and if someone spots any of us lingering there.." Archons, what a mess he'd gotten himself into. He was really looking forward to the next time he could kick his feet up with a cup of tea.

"I understand. I have already made plans, in fact." Neuvillette hesitates, and he can feel the temperature drops a few degrees. "I..cannot share them in full at the moment, but it is not for a lack of trust." Neuvillette reasoned, hands folded neatly in his lap– not that it hid the way they shook slightly. He wanted to ask, but he thought better of it.

"Eh, I don't hold it against you. The walls have ears, even up here." He deflected, running a hand through his hair. He really hoped Sigewinne wouldn't ask too much when he gets back. "I trust your judgment." He hesitates for a long moment, pulling out a simple, neatly folded letter of his own.

"Memorize the code words, then burn it. I'll be waiting for your next letter." He murmurs, plucking his coat and cloak and tugging them back on one after another, shuffling back over to the latched door. He hesitates again, his hand lingering on the door.

"I just hope your plan is worth the risk, Neuvillette."

He leaves before he can respond, the harsh click of the door ringing in his ears even as he steps back into the shadows of the night.

#sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin impact #imposter au #genshin cult au #genshin impact cult au #furina #neuvillette #wriothesley #furina in the back just awkwardly sitting there bc she aint fighting wrio KHSDKHFKHJ #she was there for his trial when he killed two adults as a CHILD shes not fighting the adult version no ty #also writing reader to be as lowkey eldritch horror as possible. they r just playing nice rn but :) #reader collecting fontaine chars like pokemon cards #anyway wow i wonder what his plan is...wonder who it is he's involved besides wrio.......haha #cough cough #:] #looks at my other fics. haha.........ha.... #anyway #slowly bringing in the key players one by one but it's probably gonna be in multiples now #if u guess correctly who neuvi is making plans w u get a lopsided gold star sticker that says “good job!” :] #i promise the lore will make sense soon (it wont im making it up as i go along) #if u see any typos no u didnt #zzzzzzzzzzzz gn #fic tag

[thelilylav]

He ain't heavy, he's my brother.

(He Ain't Heavy He's My Brother, The Hollies)

My art, The World at Its Beginning (Dustin Pearson), The Tyrant's Tomb (Rick Riordan), The Fall of the House of Usher (Steven Berkoff), The Tower of Nero (Rick Riordan), Leto and her Children (William Henry Rinehart), The Moon Had No Light of its Own (Imaginary Future), My Love Mine All Mine (Mitski), Untitled (Lyra Wren), The Tyrant's Tomb (Rick Riordan), Electra (Sophocles), To Forgive (The Smashing Pumpkins), Unknown, The Tower of Nero (Rick Riordan), The Sun is Also a Star (Nicola Yoon), Doomed From the Beginning (@/veniennes on tiktok), On learning to write professionally (Interview with Jazmine Hughes by The Creative Independent), The Tower of Nero (Rick Riordan), My art

#ok there i finally did it i have successfully captured all my emotions towards these two (is lying) #but like how r u supposed to sum that up in my defense #like their relationship to each other is complicated enough throw zeus in the mix and oh boy #but i finished the tower of nero and finally got to see these two happy so !!! #it was a surprisingly bittersweet ending but i rlly liked it #also expect another one of these for jason soon cause i am not done w that boy #i thought frank was gonna die in the tyrant's tomb too and am so glad he didn't idk if i could have coped TT #ricky watch ur back #percy jackson #percy jackson fanart #fanart #my art tag #web weaving #trials of apollo #the trials of apollo #artemis pjo #apollo pjo #lester papadopoulos #also if i messed up any of the sourcing pls lmk

[achillesuwu]

I'm obsessed with this so I need to write it down : AU where merlin has to reveal his magic to save them all but it's very very likely he will die so he turns to Lancelot and says "My name, can you remember my name? ". Arthur & the others knights are confuse but Lancelot understand what it means. Sorcerer aren't allowed to have a burial, they never even get a trial. Thus their name are never written down, forgotten like their ashes in the wind.

"I will"

He will, he will speak of it and one thousand years later no one will remember the greatest sorcerer to ever walk the earth by the name Emrys. They will only know Merlin.

And I see fire

Blood in the breeze

And I hope that you remember me

#bbc lancelot #lancelot du lac #Merlin #merlin bbc #merlin emrys #Arthur pendragon #merthur #IT'S TWO AM I NEED TO GO TO SLEEP #BUT BEFORE THAN I NEED TO SPEAK MY TRUTH #THERE IS NOT ENOUGH PEOPLE USING THAT FUCKING TRAGEDY THAT IS MAGIC USER NOT GETTIN BURIAL #AND NO TRIAL = NO RECORD #Mercelot

[minjimunji]

I finally finished my Meg designs 😅

#I had started this like a month ago and just got back to it #I initially wanted to draw all her outfits throughout the series but we’ll see if I actually follow through with it #also Meg is Asian #just so you know #idk what flavor of asian #what do you think? #meg mccaffrey #my art #fan art #artists on tumblr #pjo hoo toa tsats #trials of apollo #toa #character design #meg mccaffery #percy jackson #lol there’s two spellings of her name in the tags #I’m on a roll with all this art lol #I’m probably gonna crash and not post anything at some point tho #damn I yap a lot

[kaitobromota]

[Blows the dust off this blog] Long time no see...

Back in the Danganronpa pits... have some silly doodles for an...AU? or like, slight canon divergence/missing scene? I got to chapter 5 in my THH replay and was thinking about the part where these four are alone in the gym dismantling Monokuma all night.

I know realistically it's supposed to be because they were paranoid and extra careful about taking it slow so nothing went wrong... but like... their alibi is from 10pm to 7am? In my heart of hearts it actually took the whole night because they kept getting distracted and chit-chatting and got into a bunch of shenanigans once the actual dismantling part was done. Like Byakuya says they went to the bathroom in pairs?? Not to mention you'd totally expect him to make a comment about how insufferable it was being stuck together for like nine hours. And Hina says they played rock paper scissors to decide who brought back breakfast???

You can't tell me they didn't bond at least a little bit. A friend pointed out it'd have the vibes of a 4am discord call and that's exactly it. Emotional confessions about personal fears and insecurities to dumb physiological debates that become inside jokes forever. Etc.

#danganronpa #trigger happy havoc #yasuhiro hagakure #toko fukawa #aoi asahina #byakuya togami #makoto naegi #dr1 #thh #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #sry these r kinda wonky i didn't want them to take FOREVER in getting details right.. #some of these come off as a little shippy and if you wanna interpret it at that idm #but it's really supposed to just be them being dumb friends.. they really do seem like a team up until mukuro's body shows up. #like makoto feels like a 5th wheel #u know during the trial one of them makes a reference to some stupid thing they talked about that night and they all laugh at it #and kyoko and makoto look at each other like... did we miss something??? #post-canon they have a group chat w/o those two in it (tho there's obviously one for ALL of them) #uuuehuueuue let them b friends... #i know they only all BARELY tolerate each other in canon at this point #but let me DREAM #thinking about them technically being 'done' with the monokuma robot and realizing they should probably go back to their rooms #but then they check and still cant find makoto and kyoko #standing in the empty dorm hall all lingering by their doors... #until someone is like 'since our circumstances are extremely unclear right now staking it out in the gym is the safest option' #translation: we made something and i don't know what i'd do if something happened to you. please don't leave my side. #clawing at the walls. CODEPENDENT SURVIVORS!!!!!!! #okay i need to stop rambling on my OWN POST LOL

[literallyjusttoa]

No, listen, you don’t understand, this line haunts me. Why is this never picked back up?? Did anyone actually tell Apollo that his son said this???? Apollo met with all three people who were in this room, did any of them pass the message on??? If so, why don’t we see it???? Actually, why is Asclepius barely mentioned AT ALL in ToA???????? WHAT IS GOING ON WITH ASCLEPIUS???????

#trials of apollo #toa apollo #lester papadopoulos #pjo asclepius #sunny speaks #this line carries so much weight yet it’s just dropped #my one complaint with ToA is too little Asclepius #you CANNOT convince me Apollo does not feel some type of way about how his son is being treated #only like #two casual mentions of Asclepius throughout the whole book series is CRIMINAL

[aj-artjunkyard]

I’m all for Unreliable Narrator Apollo™ straight up misremembering myths instead of admitting to myself that Rick got a few things wrong

Lester!Apollo: demigods can be so weird and unpredictable! When that Clytemnestra girl murdered her husband simply because he made one tiny little human sacrifice to me… yikes, am I right?

The same Apollo 2,000 years before, sending a 3rd volley of plague arrows straight into the Greek camp: Agamemnon when I get you. When I get you Agamemnon. Agamemnon when I get you

#HE’S SUCH A PROFESSIONAL HATER IN THE ILIAD #to clarify btw the sacrifice Agamemnon made was to Artemis not Apollo #and it was Agamemnon and Clytemnestra’s own daughter which is why Clytemnestra was Big Mad #later in an unrelated incident Apollo rained plague on the Greek camp bc Agamemnon kidnapped his priest’s daughter as a ‘bride prize’ #I want Lester!Apollo to read the Iliad and be like. Oh. I’ve been misremembering this for centuries #also book 2 of the Iliad is one third boat catalog and two thirds Zeus playing a Mean Girl prank on Agamemnon #which is amazing #toa #trials of Apollo #Apollo #lester papadopoulos #rick riordan #riordanverse #Iliad #the iliad #Agamemnon #Clytemnestra #Greek gods #greek mythology #Trojan war