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duskiers · 2 months
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Comfort in the Kitchen
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> Percy Jackson / demeter!fem!reader
> Percy has been feeling down from his nightmares. To cheer him up, you make his favorite, blue chocolate chip pancakes
> first fanfic woohoo .. ( please don't kill me 🏊🏻‍♂️ )
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The day had been long and fraught with challenges that seemed to stretch the limits of your patience and strength. As a daughter of Demeter, you found solace in the natural world, the whisper of the wind through the trees, and the soft murmur of the earth beneath your feet. But today, the world seemed a little heavier, the shadows a bit darker, especially for Percy.
You noticed it the moment he trudged into the common area, his shoulders hunched and his eyes shadowed with the remnants of a battle only he could see. Nightmares, you knew. The kind that clung to him, remnants of battles fought and friends lost. It pained you to see him like this, the vibrant, brave Percy Jackson reduced to a shadow of himself by the memories that haunted him.
Without a word, you slipped away to the one place you knew you could make a difference: the kitchen. Cooking had always been your way of nurturing, of healing. There was magic in it, the simple, profound magic of caring for someone through the act of making them a meal.
Tonight, you decided on something special, Percy's favorite: blue chocolate chip pancakes. It was a simple enough dish, but you poured every ounce of your love and care into it, mixing the batter with a touch of your Demeter-given magic to soothe and comfort.
The comforting scent of chocolate and the warm, inviting aroma of cooked pancakes filled the kitchen, weaving a spell of home and hearth and peace.
When everything was ready, you plated the pancakes, drizzling them with extra chocolate chips and a generous dollop of whipped cream. But the final touch, the one that made them distinctly for Percy, was the food coloring that turned them his favorite shade of blue.
Carrying the plate with care, you found Percy exactly where you'd left him, staring off into nothing, lost in thoughts you wished you could banish for him. You sat beside him, the plate in your hands offering up not just food, but an unspoken promise of comfort and understanding.
"Percy," you said softly, drawing his attention. "I made you something."
He blinked, focusing on you for the first time, and when his eyes landed on the plate of blue pancakes, a small, genuine smile broke through the shadows. "You made these for me?"
"Of course," you replied, your heart warming at the sight of his smile. "I thought they might help, even just a little."
Percy took the plate from you, his smile growing as he took his first bite. "They're perfect" he said after a moment, his voice filled with something like wonder, like maybe he couldn't believe someone would do this just for him.
You watched him eat, saw the tension ease from his shoulders with every bite, and knew that, for now, this was enough. You couldn't fight his battles for him or chase away his nightmares, but you could give him this: a moment of peace, a taste of home, and the knowledge that he wasn't alone.
"Thank you" Percy said when he was done, his eyes meeting yours with a depth of gratitude that left you breathless.
"You're welcome" you replied, reaching out to squeeze his hand.
And in that moment, with the kitchen still warm from cooking and the night's shadows held at bay, you knew that this—this simple act of making pancakes—was its own kind of magic, the kind that healed, that comforted, that said 'I'm here for you' in a way words never could.
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dunnuhbruh · 2 months
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Remember that you are dust and to dust you shall return is just yolo for Catholics
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less-go · 4 months
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The things which a girl finds attractive
1. Hands
I mean do we really need to explain this.
Just saw my crush playing with a Rubrics cube today, and god am I in love...
2. Voice
Yes, please talk to me. Please compliment me. Even being mean is fine
Yes, Call me a good girl.
Yes, send me voice notes.
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vadacore · 4 months
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happy fucking new year
ficlet // the fallout (2021) // word count: 587
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“Happy New Year, Vadaaa!” 
Amelia’s way-too-enthusiastic voice ripped her older sister from the 4-hour sleep she was working on. 
Vada honestly felt hungover—that’s how tired she was. She’d stayed up ‘til 5 am on FaceTime with Nick, Mia, and Quinton, doing stupid shit and playing games through the celebrations and fireworks. They all took shots of champagne and timed who took the longest to pop a balloon with nothing but their own body. Long story short, she crashed hard and had full intentions of sleeping until 2 in the afternoon, at least.
Yet her door was busted open much earlier than that… like well-before-noon much earlier. That much, she could tell.
She kept her head in her pillow and refused to move, hoping her little sister would take the hint and leave her alone. 
But that wasn’t Amelia’s style. She and their parents had gone to bed closer to 1 am, yet the walls were thin so she heard Vada shouting into her computer from her room. She didn’t get the sleep she intended last night, so it was time for some karma. She trotted up to the bedside and leapt up on the bed to shake her sibling awake. “Vada!”
The other kept her eyes closed as stirred with an annoyed whine. “What…?” 
“Happy New Year!”
She reached back to try and shove her away. “Go away…” she grumbled and pulled her hood over her head to block the sunshine coming through her window.
But Amelia tugged it off. “But it’s the new year!”
“I don’t care, Ameliaaa!” Vada continued to whine. She yanked her comforter up over her head, her voice coming out slightly muffled as she curled in on herself. “Just let me sleep!”
The younger one just giggled though. “It’s 2024!” she expressed once again, “You’ve slept for a year. You went to sleep, feeling like it was 2023 and now you wake up and it’s a year later.” She shifted closer and jumped on top of her, shaking her again just to be as disturbing as she was last night. “Come on!” She pulled on the comforter.
However, her resisting force was greater. “I’m gonna go get Mom,” her older sister threatened. 
“Okay, and? I already told her about you staying up so late with your friends,” came the retaliation, “This is just payback.”
Even though she couldn’t see her, Vada could just picture the smirk on her face and the hand on her hip, like she always did whenever she proved a point. “‘Kay, fine. Touché, now get out,” she ordered.
Luckily, Amelia took the hint, but that came bittersweetly as she slid off the bed to leave. “Okay, but Mom’s not gonna let you sleep much longer. We’re doing family stuff today, remember?”
Fuck. She forgot about that. Vada groaned and slipped her hand out from beneath her shelter to grab her phone off her bedside table. Her eyes squinted when the screen lit up to see just how far-off her plan to sleep until the afternoon was. 
9:08.
Below the time, she had a series of text messages, all reading the same thing Amelia had woken her up with.
‘Happy New Year.’
As much of a celebration as it had been last night, it stayed being a celebration in the memories of last night. This morning, she didn’t want to hear about it at all. She just wanted to sleep. 
She set her phone down with a groan and shut her eyes again.
“Happy fucking new year…”
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wraithlafitte · 5 months
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scrolling my tumblr dash in a public space like there isn't the chance of someone walking behind me and seeing softcore gay porn art on my computer at any point in the imminent future
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kaaaaaaarf · 4 months
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I have officially been home from my crazy trip/best concert of the year for a week. Note to self: do more crazy, spontaneous shit, and do it more often.
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mermaidnwnx3 · 4 months
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Freshxerror and..some parasites of my own❤(i will post something one time by year, probably 😂😭)
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clairecannot · 8 days
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I drew a thing in Roblox
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marii997 · 16 days
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me romanticising 2014 as if i wasn't 5 yrs old
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suburbanlegnd · 2 months
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nothing better than drinking coffee at 11pm
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caspia-writes · 11 months
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Writeblrs Appreciation Post
Well, I'm a couple bottles deeper than wholly advisable and should not really be posting anything to any sort of social media.
But is that gonna stop me?
Nope!
Y'know, when I first came to Tumblr, I thought this place was a cesspool of politics and sex. (And hey, nothing wrong with the latter, but as a sex-repulsed aro-ace... wasn't real big on that bit.)
But frankly?
This place is damned cool.
Like, for example, @sleepy-night-child. No one has ever been this enthused about my writing before. You are one hell of a cheerleader. Even when I'm not putting out writing worth a damn, you're willing to encourage me and still believe that perhaps, one day, I will ever finish writing anything at all. You're great. And your story, Black Feather? Well, I'm going to shamelessly plug for it here. I'm usually absolutely against romance stories. But your story... even my aro-ace, romance- and sex-repulsed self thinks it's a bloody good story. It doesn't get enough attention. Good stuff, that!
And @whither-wander-whump. Pardon my French once more, but damn, you're tough. Nothing seems to be able to hold you down. Seriously, how the hell do you do it? I would've gone nuts by now. Frankly, you're a bloody inspiration. And your writing? Look, not to dump on your cooking or your dancing, but your writing boggles my mind. Where does it all comes from? You have a gift, I swear.
Also, @ashen-crest. Publishing a book (or has it been two... or even more)? Either way, that's impressive! Even if I never plan to publish myself... full props to you. You have more guts than I've ever dreamt of having. And while I might be too broke to buy a copy (sadly), I've been following your updates on your potion story for a while, and from the excerpts I've seen... you are good at writing!
Because why not, I'm also going to call out @joyfulpolicehologram here. Continuing to write fan-fics despite widespread disapproval from those close to you? YES. And I can juggle 70+ characters, each with a backstory and the whole nine yards, but the very notion of writing fan-fic makes me want to run away crying. And the only reason I followed you in the first place is because I saw an excerpt of some of your writing, and it was damned good. Keep it up. You've got a talent.
There's also @faelanvance. Sure, we don't interact much. But you really promote other writers! You're willing to share the spotlight on your blog and you've got a discerning eye. If I'm not mistaken, at least some of the writers I've followed I've only learned through your reblogs. You have good taste. And it seems your writing is also downright excellent. Not only an excellent food critic, but an excellent chef as well (to make some culinary comparisons).
One more. @sleepyowlwrites. Where does the endless fount of positivity come from? I don't get it. It's like nothing gets you down. If I were working some of the shifts it seems you are, I'd lose my mind, and I certainly wouldn't have the energy to run an active writeblr blog. I don't have the energy to do that half the time anyway. You might be sleepy, but I admire the heck outta you.
Now, if you're one of my followers and I didn't mention you, please don't take it personally. Like I said before, I'm rather drunk at the moment. These are just the first six people I thought of before my fingers started getting tired. Six seemed like a good number at the time.
I will probably get embarrassed and delete this tomorrow, when I finally wake up.
But in the meantime... thanks, Writeblr. I didn't know what I was missing. You all are great. 😊
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l3visthighs · 3 months
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Not me sitting here convincing myself for a straight hour that I didn’t need to buy a Levi keyboard only to buy it in the end anyways.
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reiderwriter · 9 months
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Just finished drafting a 4.7k word fluff piece with secret relationship Spencer x Reader 😜 it is now midnight and I am feeling terribly unstable 😃
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xxta2ssiyxx · 2 months
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I dont care how much people hate effy but for me she would be always the it girl the girl that everyone wanted to be , and here is tips on how to be like effy stonem (promise not to ruin yourself) still gotta say i prefere to be someone else then myself , maybe yall are gonna judge me for that but i like beign like someone and gotta say i got soo many friends i thing i got like 50 or something (not internet friends included) and if yall ask yes i still write with them and stuff and meet and everything i am just extrovert but when i am at home with my family i am silent just not talkitive , so now how to be like effy
-dont fcking care if you start smoking i am gonna hit you
-do like the same makeup like her (black undereyemakeup) and fake freckles little bit conturing and not more
-talk but not too much talk if you think is the moment , dont talk when you want to talk but when you need to talk (in class or in other stuff)
-dont start arguments finish them,
-dont let other people make you sad ,
-be misteriouse but also interesting
-dont be weird
-have fun
-have the idc mode (just dont do drugs , and dont skip school)
-use her quotes
-dress like her(buy a long shirt, fishnets and big neckless)
-buy the same neckless as her
-rember dont ruin youre life
kisses
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spidergrotto · 2 months
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what r ur plans now that ur eighteen!! what r u gonna do after high school? you must be so excited!!
no man i am NOT meant to be alive rn the life plan ended at sixteen.
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