Mistle

Mistle (21), any pronouns (id/en)

[mistertoe]

Hi, I'm Mistle. I draw a lot of lost trio and valgrace and jason grace (link) :]

Art tag -> #mistle art

Super special tag -> #indonesian jason grace

Dms/asks/requests are always welcomed <3 it might take a while for me to do them though

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[skelacute]

Pipes doodle for the soul

[jasongracestan12]

TOA SPOILERS BELOW

I think that the choice to have Jason die doesn't piss me off nearly as much as his death was handled.

Riordan seems to think that listing overly graphic details about Jason's lifeless body during his death substitutes as real emotional effect on the reader, and it doesn't. At least for me, it didn't. I never cry when I read Jason's death scene. Because it really just makes me upset, lol.

To get a reader emotionally invested in a character, we need to spend TIME with that character. We need to be able to get to know that character in an incredibly intimate way, and not only do I feel like Riordan didn't really succeed in doing that with Jason in Heroes of Olympus, the way we did with other characters, he also didn't do it with Jason in the book he DIED in.

It's always been my personal belief that, as much as I love Piper's character, we should have spent that book with Jason; not her. That would have made his death feel so much more impactful. Instead Jason is the person we know of vaguely for about 20 pages until he bites the dust so he can haunt the narrative. It's so irritating to me.

[aodhanart]

The lost hero trio!! Aka piper serving face and Leo and Jason are there I guess

[mistertoe]

moots oomfs and non oomfs engaging with nsfw rn, with all the love of my heart, I really hope all of you are adults 😭🙏 let's keep this space safe

[beardedmrbean]

[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[secondlina]

Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.

[omegansamurai]

Let’s do this.

[lacy-gracie]

Please Potato

[steamypockets]

@imliterallyinsanern

[imliterallyinsanern]

😭😭 Is it that obvious that I need luck?

[dogwaterdish]

this is probably so nothing but have my “beaver” fixation induced mini comic

[buffytheyaoislayer]

JASON WIP

I’m trying to draw all the seven 👅 I’m probsby gonna change the color of his jacket

[owlch333]

Cabin 1

[dogwaterdish]

I think out of all of the seven, and probably most demigods, jason’s the most likely to refer to the gods with familial terms. he acknowledged apollo as his brother and stuck his neck out for him, even though apollo is his half brother, several millennia older than him, and has never (as far as we know) talked to jason. so I mean, whats stopping him from calling poseidon and hades “uncle”? or thinking of artemis, athena, etc as half siblings too? would the gods be enamored or would they think its annoying as hell? I need answerssss

[coquettemouseevil]

My annual contribution to Valgrace

[valexarts]

Leo trying Jason’s glasses (Colored version!!)

I honestly loved how it turned out

[queenjunothegreat]

Okie dokie boys girls and squirrels! I've got another @flashfictionfridayofficial fic! This one REALLY gave me a run for my money because this prompt took NO prisoners. I had to use my brain, everyone pity me. </3 Anywho, here's the fic!

Word count: 1,000 (only a little editing this time!)

Ao3 Poetry in Motion

Jason had thought that the hardest part of going to Edgarton would be, you know, the part where he was going to a mortal high school for the first time in his life. He’d gone to school while he was at Camp Jupiter (of course he had, despite Piper and Leo’s incessant jokes about his wolf-grade reading level) but that had been completely different. School in New Rome had been carefully balanced with his Legion duties and was formatted with dyslexic ADHD kids specifically in mind. School in New Rome had been easy, Edgarton was completely different. There were uniforms and curfews and rules and– Well, maybe it wasn’t all that different from Camp Jupiter after all.

The hardest thing for Jason to get used to, though, was the free time he had. Part of that time was taken up with lacrosse, seeing as any students who lived on campus were required to partake in at least one extracurricular activity, but that was only four hours a week during fall. He spent some time on his school work, naturally, but Edgarton didn’t do homework, so other than studying for tests and writing papers, there wasn’t much for him to do. So, really, Jason found himself with idle hands far more frequently than he ever had in his life.

That was where Leo came in.

Jason had secretly, selfishly hoped that Leo’s involvement would have just amounted to a lot of holding hands in the quad and making out in their dorm room, but life was never quite that kind to Jason. No, unfortunately, Leo was very, very invested in “re-childhooding” Jason, which roughly translated to exposing him to all of the stuff he’d missed growing up in a demigod military camp. This included taking him to Chuck E. Cheese (which he hadn’t exactly loved because it was very loud) and binge watching “important” cartoons and movies (Avatar was a very good show, but the movie didn’t make much sense as an adaptation, considering it was suddenly about aliens) and, most terrifyingly, finding new hobbies and interests outside of niche Ancient Roman law. 

Lacrosse had been Leo’s idea, and it was definitely fun, there was no doubt about it. Jason liked the physicality and the predefined rules and the teamwork involved with sports. However, apparently, that wasn’t quite good enough, and Leo had been needling him to try something else, something that wasn’t just about performing an action for someone else. Jason had been a little lost, trying to figure out what, exactly, that new hobby could be until their English class had done a unit on classic English poets, and Jason had discovered a love of reciting poetry. That, naturally, had led him to the poetry club (which Leo insisted on calling the Dead Poets Society, for some reason) and for one shining moment, everything looked like it was gonna work out. 

Then, because the world could never be that kind, Derrick, the club president, had cheerfully announced that the next meeting they would be reciting their own poetry.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” Jason groaned into his pillow while Leo sympathetically stroked his hair. “I don’t know how to write poetry.”

“What if you just started talking in Latin?” Leo suggested. “Then you wouldn’t have to actually write anything, you could just recite a cake recipe or something.”

Jason paused and considered that option with no small amount of hope before remembering that Sheamus was in his Latin class and would absolutely call him out. “I can’t. They’ll figure it out.” He considered it for another moment before adding, “I do like the idea of writing it in Latin, though. Only one person will have any idea what I’m saying, but I’m fine with that.”

“That’s the spirit!” Leo cheered, bending over to kiss Jason’s ear, which was the one spot of face-adjacent skin not hidden by Jason’s autoasphyxiation attempt. That made him feel a lot better. “So, whatcha gonna write about?”

Hopelessness crashed over Jason again. “No idea. Can I just quit this club? That’s a normal kid experience, right?”

“No way, dude, I watched you get moony-eyed over Lord Byron last week, you’re staying in this club,” Leo said seriously. Jason didn’t bother to point out that the reason he’d actually gone all sappy was because he was reading “Soon We’ll Go No More a Roving” with Leo beside him, still and peaceful for once. Leo poked him. “Come on. Talk to me. What’s the prompt?”

Jason continued his grumbling for a moment before he heaved a heavy sigh. “Beauty beyond measure.”

“Oh, uh, okay, um. What about…” Leo floundered for a moment. “A sunset? Or, um, a flower?”

Jason refrained from gagging, but only just. “No.”

Leo pinched his ear. “Okay, what about something less conventional that you like? Like swordfighting, or something? I’m pretty sure I could wax poetic about the inner workings of Festus, if you held a gun to my head.”

Leo continued to talk, rattling off all sorts of ideas, each one somehow worse than the one before, and Jason felt his brain throb. He figured this was probably only partially due to Leo’s poetry suggestions and mainly just a lack of oxygen, so he begrudgingly rolled over. When he did, he wound up with his head cradled in Leo’s lap, and his breath hitched as soon as he blinked stars out of eyes.

Leo was sitting there, still talking and completely oblivious to the fact that Jason was staring at him in complete awe. The sun was starting to set, so warm evening sun was pouring through the window at Leo’s back, lighting up his messy cloud of curls like a halo. His crooked teeth flashed with every word, his eyes glowed, his hands flapped through the air like baby birds, and there was a breathtaking smear of grease on his chin.

Jason’s heart sang, and he smiled. “I think I know what I’m going to write about.”

[pearlssz30]

we are the lost-hero-lings please feed us

[imliterallyinsanern]

MY TRIO

[coquettemouseevil]

I miss drawing this dude

[demigod-shenanigans]

Something something Jason being absolutely miserable as a leader and Leo picking up on that. But also the fact that Leo can tell Jason is having a hard time specifically by the fact that Jason’s hair isn’t combed as well as it usually is has me dying. Leo honey why is your attention always zeroed in on the way Jason looks LMAO. He makes references to shit like that so casually and it amuses me to no end

[demigod-shenanigans]

Like idk it really does get to me how Jason and Leo are both people who wouldn’t admit they’re not doing well over their dead bodies. Jason just keeps stoically Doing His Tasks and Leo just throws slightly more jokes at stuff than usual. But Jason can tell Leo isn’t feeling well from his lack of fidgeting and his drink order being off. Leo can tell Jason isn’t feeling well from the way Jason’s lip is twitching and the fact that his hair is slightly messier than usual. Something about them not needing the words the other person isn’t able to say to know.