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The evolution of a queen.

Polyam day

Piper woke up, her limbs tired, her eyes itching, she didn’t remember how she got home, the last thing on her mind was studying in the library, a horrible migraine during a horrible day, thankfully, today was better, just her body sore.

The door opened, soft steps around the room, the curtain moving, a crack of sunlight entering the place.

“Morning babe, how was your sleep?”

Reyna was at the window, her hair loose, long, falling at her back, a towel around her neck, barefoot, she was brushing her hair.

“Let me.”

Piper sat on the bed, stretching her arms, holding the brush on the nightstand, brushing Reyna’s hair, kissing her neck, quickly, smiling at the blushing of her girlfriend.

“Are you fine?”

Annabeth entered the room, holding a tray, scramble eggs, waffles, a cup of chocolate and a glass with a flower on it, leaving the breakfast on the bed, she climbed on and kissed Piper, a chaste kiss on her lips, other kiss on her nose and one on Reyna’s cheek.

“Yep, better than yesterday,” answered Piper, putting the tray on her legs, cutting a bit of a waffle “but, how did I get here?”

“Leo found you knocked out on the library, we brought you home, made you take a bubble bath and put on pajamas.”

Piper smiled, feeling cozy, looking at her girlfriends.

“I love you, both of you.”

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ten year challenge?

some video essays that make me go absolutely bonkers fucking yonkers:

how media scares us: the work of junji ito

control, anatomy, and the legacy of the haunted house

joel schumacher’s phantom of the opera: a video essay

who’s afraid of modern art: vandalism, video games, and fascism

the most disturbing painting

whiplash vs. black swan — the anatomy of the obsessed artist

van gogh’s ugliest masterpiece

a brief history of the dead in art

the nightmare artist

horror books have lost their identity

gone girl — don’t underestimate the screenwriter

thinking about dick grayson again....

ROBERT SHEEHAN Joseph Sinclair × Attitude Magazine › 2020

so you like the percy jackson series….

me too but also we all know that the representation of the characters of color in the books are pretty……how to say, shit? so for each character, I’ve listed out a bunch of recommendations. there are a couple of characters that have a varied list of recommendations due to how vague rick made his characters. for example, while piper is Cherokee and hazel is Louisiana Creole, there are also recommendations outside of that. POC are not interchangeable btw, rr is just rly vague with descs lmao.

If you have any recommendations that are not included in this list, do not hesitate to reach out! I’m happy to make edits for each character and while, I made this list with my trusted sources, i still make mistakes!! a part 2 can always happen so if u don’t see ur favs…do not worry lol

All my recommendations are a collection of middle grade, young adult, adult sff/fantasy, and adult romance! 

Leo Valdez 

Gods of Jade and Shadow by Silvia Molrena-Garcia

When the Moon Was Ours by Anna-Marie McLemore

A Dash of Trouble by Anna Meriano

The New David Espinoza by Fred Acevas

Frank Zhang

The Epic Crush of Genie Lo by F.C. Yee

Want by Cindy Pon (Taiwanese) 

The Dragon Warrior by Katie Zhao

Jade City by Fonda Lee

Reyna Avila Ramirez Arellano

Dealing in Dreams by Lilliam Rivera

With the Fire On High by Elizabeth Acevado 

Five Midnights by Ann Dávila Cardinal

Juliet Takes a Breath by Gabby Rivera

Tigers, Not Daughters by Samantha Mabry

Piper Mclean

I Can Make This Promise by Christine Day (Upper Skagit Tribe) 

Pemmican Wars by Katherena Vermette (Métis) 

Trail of Lightning by Rebecca Roanhorse (Navajo)

We Are Grateful * OTSALIHELIGA * by Traci Sorell (A Cherokee Picture Book)

Mary and The Trail of Tears by Andrea Rogers (Cherokee) 

Hazel Levesque

A Song of Wraiths and Ruin by Roseanne A. Brown (Western African) 

A Song Below Water by Bethany C Morrow

Pride by Ibi Zoboi (Haitian/Dominican) 

American Street by Ibi Zoboi (Haitian) 

Ninth Ward by Jewel Parker Rhodes

Ethan Nakamura and Drew Tanaka 

I Love You So Mochi by Sarah Kuhn

Seven Deadly Shadows by Courtney Alameda and Valynne E. Maetani 

The Mermaid, the Witch, and the Sea by Maggie Tokuda-Hall

Empress of All Seasons by Emiko Jean

Kojiki by Keith Yatsuhashi

This Light Between Us by Andrew Fukuda

Charles Beckendorf

How to Be Remy Cameron by Julian Winters

Opposite of Always by Justin A. Reynolds

Jackpot by Nic Stone

Not So Pure and Simple by Lamar Giles

trick or treat!!

I hope you don't mind some belated Mobinos for your Halloween prompt 💙

"Ruby is going to owe me big time," Jugend bemoans from the bathroom sink. The tile makes his voice reverberate through the hotel ensuite to where Alte is leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed.

"You wouldn't miss this for the world," Alte counters, watching Jugend's reflection in the mirror as the man painstakingly applies eyeliner. It's a good look on him, making his eyes pop like emeralds. Alte can't find it in himself not to stare.

Jugend leans back to inspect the whole effect, tilting his face to and fro. "She insisted," he counters, plucking a stray eyelash from his cheekbone. "Her Halloween parties are always beyond extravagant."

Somehow, Alte doesn't believe hell or high water could have prevented Jugend from attending Ruby's party.

It's good to see him letting loose, though. They're wrapping up a tiresome week of mergers and deal brokering in New York City. Kanin's due to arrive tomorrow, but Jugend had decided to kick off the festivities a night early.

Entice club's annual party seemed like the perfect opportunity for Jugend to let his hair down — figuratively and literally.

Apparently satisfied with his make up, Jugend's eyes flick up to find Alte's, drinking down the full effect of his face paint. He'd elected to go with a skull, painting the hollows of his cheeks and the tip of his nose in coal black. The bright white bones extend down his décolletage, marking out each one of his ribs beneath the cut of his open leather jacket.

Alte had joked about colouring the scar over his lung into a vibrant red bullet wound, but the chastising look on Jugend's features had killed the suggestion in the cradle. Alte still thinks he cuts an impressive figure, brown eyes glistening from the hollows of his painted sockets, hair gelled into an acceptably stylish mesh. Perhaps not as adventurous as his partner, but definitely in the Halloween spirit.

Jugend straightens from his lean over the sink, corset slipping down his chest an inch, and beckons Alte closer. "Come lace me up."

Alte approaches dutifully, taking the green ribbons Jugend offers into his palms. The laces slide like satin through his fingers. Alte makes sure to pull the bindings tight between Jugend's shoulder blades before he ties them off neatly.

It has a wicked effect on Jugend's waist, pulling the length of his torso into a seductive curve that Alte can't look away from. It takes two attempts for Jugend to catch his attention long enough to ask Alte to pass him his witch's hat.

"So you like the costume, then," Jugend summises smugly, preening under the vanity lights.

Alte slides his palms down his lover's waist, admiring the feel of the leather and heat beneath his touch. Jugend stills beneath it, cheeks growing a little rosy in the mirror when Alte presses a kiss to his shoulder. "That's an understatement."

Jugend turns to face him, green corset laces bright in the mirror's sheen. The green eyeshadow over his lashes makes his bedroom eyes look all the more pronounced when he tilts his chin down to murmur against Alte's lips, "Hurry up and kiss me before I put my lipstick on, then."

Alte winds his arm around Jugend's hips, pulling their bodies flush.

"Yes, sir."

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First meeting

When Jason woke up on a school bus, not memories, a handsome boy playing with his hair saying he was his boyfriend, a pretty girl looking at the window, declaring herself as his best friend.

Then things got weird, their schoolmate was a cloud, trying to kill them, the coach was a satyr, he could fly.

When the angry blonde girl carried them in a chariot, he was lost, Piper and Leo were looking at him, the boy holding his hand, warm.

Then Jun… no Hera, sending them on a mission, Leo over a mechanic dragon, looking really hot, they traveling to save the goddess.

And now, mid-January, Leo and him were sitting near Hestia's fire, having a date, Jason playing with the fog, making figures, Leo jiggling.

Focus on each other, they didn't notice the shadows blooming in front of them, a boy stepping out, falling on his knees, wheezing, rolling to his side.

"Are you okay, kid?"

The boy growled, raising his head, an angel face looking at them, raven hair, pale skin, big and dark eyes, full rosy lips.

"I'm not a kid." Said the boy, with an adorable Italian accent.

Raising on his feet, the boy kept sending bad looks at them.

"I'm sorry, " said Jason "I'm…"

"I know you're the roman boy, and the both of you saved Hera."

His tone was bitter like he didn't like Hera.

"If you talk that angry about a goddess things won't go well."

"She didn't care about me being sealed to the Titan army."

"She tried to kill me when I was a toddler, we're on the same boat." Leo winked, patting the bench at his side "Come her, least talk about annoying gods."

"I'm Nico, by the way"