Why Is This True

Hypno Pop! Branch, my beloved ♡

Making a little post to share my fanfiction of Hypno Pop! Branch.

This work is based off of @djmurphy 's take on the au.

Might make my own version of the au, idk.

Update for Salt Water Springs and Summer Romances

His reaction tho

Hey! I was wondering where I can find that drive for CaffeinatedFlumadiddle fics? I've been looking for a fic for about a year now and thought I was going insane, I just learned about the situation, it's so awful.

Hey anon!!!

First off, I'm SOOOOOO EXTREMELY SORRY for replying to this so ABSURDLY late -

I never imagined someone would send in an ask - to me, of all people! Because I've only ever seen Important People on Tumblr being sent asks, and I'm definitely not one of them!

So, uh - I actually made a detailed post with all the links to the now deleted fics, which you can find here,

But in case Tumblr messes up, and the link doesn't work, lemme copy-paste the contents of that post below:

1) Son of Sea Foam, originally published on Ao3

SoSF Google Doc Part 1 | Part 2

SoSF in pdf format

2) Descendants of Olympus, originally published on Ao3

DoD Google Doc Part 1 | Part 2

3) Highway To Hell (fic)

4) Hello Ocean, My Old Friend (fic)

5) Fishing in Alaska (epub) | archived Ao3 site

6) Stealing Shells (fic)

7) Google Drive folder of a bunch of fics and one-shots | 

8) Another mini-google-drive backup of a few fics 

9) Even more fics (there’s 70 of them here)

10) Almost all PJO and Merlin fics in epub format! Estelle series has series order in metadata.

To read epubs, good apps are Moon+ reader for Android and Calibre for PC. epub is a reflowable format that allows changing the font size, background, margins etc, and has title/author/series into embedded and sortable. 

11) Roman Percy | V2

12) A bunch of archived Tumblr posts

13) The entire tumblr (but on the archive website)

14) OneDrive link to download PJO & Merlin fics. 

Once again, my HEARTFELT APOLOGIES for not seeing this sooner!

Edit: @cmxlkaze brought it to my notice that the link to “Descendants of Olympus” Part 2 had been broken It's fixed now, though it took me a bit – sorry about that! If any of the other links get taken down or appear broken, do let me know, and I shall fix them immediately.

Fic recommendations

Does anyone have any good Perpollo fiction you recommend? Preferably bottom Percy (yes, I'm one of those).

It also doesn't have to be NSFW. I'll read SFW, too. But if it is, well, you already know.

Thanks xxx

Comic I made for a ff that I wrote on ao3!

The Last of a Dying Breed (4)

“Your first prophecy, wasn’t it?” Apollo said noncommittally. “It seemed an appropriate time to visit."

Percy straightened up. The fluttering of the heart almost convinced her to ignore the god’s continued refusal to look at her, and she eagerly asked, “Did you hear it?”

“It’s not that monumental an occasion,” Apollo ridiculed. 

Percy couldn’t help it.

Her face fell.

It wasn’t anything as repentant as regret that crossed Apollo’s face, but a certain acknowledgment of the hit certainly lingered.

He abandoned the sacrificed cloth to tell her somewhat awkwardly, “The first time is always a surprise. Afterwards though, once you’ve become accustomed to identifying the signs, you’ll find it much easier.”

At Percy’s continued silence, he joked, “At least you didn’t topple onto the ground and break your nose. That would have been an embarrassing beginning to your career, indeed.”

“Instead of the ground,” Percy bit out with a scowl, “I fell into another world altogether. And it was green.”

“Oh,” Apollo exhaled before recovering and saying genially, “Discovered that so soon?”

Percy narrowed her eyes. Call her suspicious, call her precocious, call her prescient – but she could certainly identify the wariness creeping into the god’s every non-existent pore.

In fact, unless she was grossly mistaken, the god’s skin grew clearer, his blue eyes brighter, his pink lips fuller, and his cheekbones shaper. Even his white shirt and golden vest seemed to gain a just-pressed crispness, and the tips of the leather shoes peeking out from underneath flared trousers commenced gleaming in the sunlight.

“Yes,” Percy said guardedly. 

“Well, aren’t you the advanced learner?” Apollo joked. “How was it?”

“I’d have rather been present to hear my first prophecy than been flung into Alice’s Wonderland.”

Apollo crossed the distance between them and took a seat beside her.

Percy stiffened.

She wasn’t entirely certain about her current state of emotions regarding a particular god, but she definitely knew one thing – proximity was dangerous.

No god should ever venture quite so close to her.

Should never sit on her bed.

Bad things happened to people who hosted gods in their bedrooms.

She – didn’t think Apollo would hurt her. Not his Oracle. Not a child in his care. But an illogical sense of safety was nothing compared to the years of warnings, of memories of petty anger, of moments she knew Apollo had spent considering very grievous harm her way indeed.  

Apollo took no notice of her reservations. “I hope you were careful to not touch anything.”

“Why, would it be taffy?” Percy inquired sardonically, doing her utmost to conceal the hummingbird fast beating of her heart. “Sticky and burning hot?”

Apollo chuckled. “Something of the sort. But I’d be more concerned about entangling your own string with the hot sugar. Some things are not meant to be touched by mortal hands.”

“There was a darkness,” Percy said abruptly, avoiding his knowing gaze. “I tracked Alana’s thread – and it ended in a sphere of absence.”

Apollo ran a gentle hand across her head, startling Percy. She turned astonished (terrified) eyes his way, only to find him looking at her with a kind of melancholy.

She changed the subject. “Can you find out what prophecy I made? Only, Alana wouldn’t tell me. And no one else was there.”

Apollo shrugged. “I don’t particularly care enough to find out. Either way, she’s a child of Athena on a quest for her mother, yes? Details are irrelevant.”

“I didn’t tell you that,” she whispered. She hadn’t even known that.

The waves lapping at her feet crashed against the shore with growing fury until they'd transformed into the crashing heralds of a hurricane. 

“That you were drawn to the end of the threat need not be a confirmation in itself,” Apollo commented idly. “But that she refused to reveal the prophecy is quite telling.”

At Percy’s determined incomprehension, the god spelled things out dryly, “She’s about to die.”

The burning brand of Apollo’s hand on her head was the only thing that kept Percy from toppling off the bed.

Horror left her dumbstruck, frozen, blind to anything but the void at the end of Alana’s string.

“Are you sure?” she asked in a small voice.

“Yes,” Apollo answered.

A million futures in which Apollo broke the exact same news to Percy coalesced in that one moment to create a terrible symphony of echoes.

He’ll die.

She won’t come back.

A storm took them.

At least he buried his enemies.

Landslide.

A nature spirit.

You’d expect him to know how to swim before embarking on a cruise.

Yes.

Percy trembled in her seat.

Scores of anonymous women stretched out in a vast human chain anchored into the naval of the world.

The wind tossed Percy around, froze her tears into ice crystals that poked her eyes out, whipped leaves around that sliced her tongue out.

You’re the Pythia. What did you think it meant?

He always comes for the first death.

The belief in that statement roused Percy out of the fugue she’d fallen into. She sprang to her feet. “That’s alright. I’ll just have to go after her and stop this.”

Apollo raised an incredulous eyebrow. “Stop her how?”

“Chase her back and drag her back!” Percy cried out.

What did it matter how she managed it, as long as Alana lived? How could they all know the demigod had walked to her death and do nothing to stop it? This wasn’t what Percy had become the Oracle for.

Her sacrifice was meant to protect the people at camp!

“It’s not your business if she does,” Apollo pointed out.

“What do you mean, it’s not mine?” Percy exclaimed. “I sent her on a quest that would spell her death! And I must have threatened some pretty dire repercussions indeed if she chose to go ahead anyway.”

Because Alana had known.

Amidst the mountains of your birth will you face your death.

Alana had known and gone ahead anyway.

“So?” Apollo asked in incomprehension.

“So,” Percy spelled out frustratedly, “I sent her to her death. Obviously, I have to bring her back – alive.”

Apollo laughed. “What, you propose to go on a quest to protect someone from a quest you’ve given?”

“Yes.”

Apollo’s laughter petered out abruptly. “You do not go on quests, Persia,” he told her flatly. “You assign them. You're the one they come to when they need to embark on a perilous journey.”

“Send them to their deaths, you mean,” Percy snapped.

“If that's what lies in their fate,” was the callous answer.

“Am I to just sit here knowing that if I’d just had the decency to keep my mouth shut, they’d be alive?” Percy demanded, horror sinking its roots so deep she feared she’d never be rid of it.

“You can stand if that makes it better,” Apollo offered, cruel in his indifference.

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This is friendship goals

“Peggy confides in me”

twwtbsatwod xix: “Broken Scars”

finally finally finally lmao almost 10k chapter hehe haha slowly getting back to it even if,,,, this chapter read kinda weird

cinematic parallels my beloved

Funny you should mention Peggy headcanons, @woorenergy and I have been ranting and raving about a bunch of them recently :’)

Ah, the forgotten Schuyler… at least she’s built up a new family for herself <3

@floweringfangirl